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underoossss · 2 months

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the way you move - s.h - part 5

pairing: jock!steve harrington x ballerina!reader

warnings: none

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an: at long last another part! I hope y’all like this as much as I do, it took me a while to write bc I needed it to be perfect and words were failing me. I’m happy with how this turned out 💕💖 let me know your thoughts!

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“Steve, it’s totally fine I completely understand.” You smile as you hold the receiver against you face and shoulder. The cord is extended all the way it can go as you pace you room getting everything into your duffel bag. “Minnie said she can pick me up and take me to the theater, it’s no problem. I’ll call her and tell her I do need a ride.”

Minnie is one of the girls that will be dancing with you tonight, she lives close by and when you called her earlier, she offered you a ride. Thinking Steve would drive you, you’d declined but Steve just said he can’t. He won’t be able to get out of work as early as he thought and would be running late. “Still… I’m sorry babe. I’m going to be there no matter what though.”

The smile on your face widens and you sigh happily through your nose as you sit down on the edge of your bed. “I know Stevie, I’m happy all of you could come tonight.”

“Wouldn’t miss seeing you for the world, honey.” Steve’s own smile is clear in his voice before he clears his throat. “I gotta go though, I’ll– uh see you later yeah?”

“See you, Stevie.” You say into the receiver, standing up so you can finish packing your bag. I love you, you want to say but bite your tongue; it’s getting harder to stop yourself from saying the three little words these days. “Don’t be late.”

With Steve’s reassurance that he won’t be, you untangle the phone’s cord and get back to getting ready. All the dancers are supposed to go earlier to the theater for a final practice, so you pack all your essentials knowing you won’t be returning home until after the play is over. There’s posters promoting The Nutcracker all through town and all the tickets have sold out, which makes you nervous. Not only that but, everyone you love and care about are going to be there. The last thing you want is to disappoint them.

You dress for practice with a leotard and tights and pack a change of clothes in your bag; maybe you can grab some pizza on your way home and make a hangout out of it with your friends. Looking around the room you try to see if you’re missing something, running a mental checklist. You know your tutu is already at the theater, on a rack between the sea of pink and green costumes for tonight, and your pointe shoes are ready inside your duffel. All that’s left to do then, is pack your makeup and bundle up for the cold so you can wait for Minnie. It takes all but thirty minutes for her to park on your driveway and for you to rush downstairs with your bag. You zip your coat all the way to your chin and the memory it brings forth of Steve doing that for you makes you smile all the way to the theater. Which means you’re in trouble.

Big. Trouble.

What are you going to do with all the love that just keeps on growing in your heart?

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Steve is late. Everyone is filling their seats, and he hasn’t arrived –at least that’s what Madame Laverne says every time you ask her. Tired of answering the same question, she avoids you now, so you can’t ask her to peek through the curtains one last time.

You sat in front of your vanity after warming up and practicing with your classmates for a while and got ready for the evening. Your makeup and bun were done quickly –you clipped flower petals around it and helped others do the same– followed by your costume. The various shades of pink tulle reach just above your knees and the light pink corset fits perfectly; it sparkles when the light hits it just right and you can’t help but run your hands over it as you look in the mirror.

There’s no denying it, Steve was right, you feel like the prettiest petal of a flower. It’s not the Sugar Plum Fairy but it’s beautiful, nonetheless.

Just as you think about the role you didn’t get; you catch Agatha Francis looking at you through the vanity’s mirror. She looks beautiful in her intricate tutu and crown –fancier and shinier than you own. And you’re surprised to see it doesn’t affect you anymore. Where there was once anger and resentment at the thought of her getting to wear it, you feel happy for her. So much you even give her a small smile hoping to encourage her for the long night ahead.

“Good luck out there tonight.” You say, even as you know what she’s going to do next. Just as expected she doesn’t care for any encouragement. The side eye she gives you doesn’t have the effect she was expecting though. Instead, her reaction makes you laugh and some of the ballerinas around you chuckle too. How ironic is it that they gave the part to the bitterest sugar plum fairy there could ever be.

Unaffected by Agatha, and happy with your appearance you focus on putting on your pointe shoes. It is while you’re in the middle of it that you hear the first call over the speakers. 5 minutes before the show, is Steve here? Your mind immediately goes back to your friends who would be attending tonight, and as stealthily as you can, you go to the main curtains to peek through them. Sure enough, your university friends and your parents have all found their seats. Nancy and Robin are in their seats too, with an empty one next to them.

“Steve, where are you?” You wonder out loud in a whisper. It’s unlikely for him to be late.

You don’t have to worry a moment longer though, because right then someone touches your shoulder, and you immediately know whose touch it is. There’s no one else who’d make your heart race just with the palm of their hand. “Steve!”

You turn around and come face to face with him in all his handsome glory. You don’t even know how he made it backstage but you’re glad he did. He looks unfairly good in linen pants and a white shirt, the top buttons open and showing just a hint of chest hair that makes you look away lest you get flustered. His hair is pushed back and perfect like always. But it’s his eyes, wide and adoring as he takes you in that take your breath away.

You waste no time stepping towards him for a hug. It’s short and you’re minding your costume as you hold him but it’s just what you needed today. Steve places a kiss on your temple and steps back.

“You look so beautiful, come on give us a twirl.” He smiles widely, holding out one hand and twirling you in place three times; it makes you laugh.

“Thank you Stevie, I’m so happy you made it,” You say suddenly feeling shy under his gaze as he keeps looking and looking and looking.

“Babe, this is what you love, I would never miss it.” He shakes his head in wonder. “I mean look at you, I think you just blew my mind.”

You look away bashfully, Steve’s brown eyes feel like a caress everywhere he looks, but inevitably you look at him again. You notice he’s hiding something behind his back.

“What you got there?”

“These are for you, some roses for my beautiful petal.” He brandishes a small bouquet of pink roses, and you feel your eyes sting with tears as you take them from him. They’re beautiful and seem to match the colour of your tutu perfectly.

“Steve.” You look up at him, smiling so much your cheeks hurt. The sound of your heart beating out of your chest fills you ears and your fingers tingle with emotion. His eyes soften then, and it’s like everything clicks for you. His affection and the way he looks at you, the sweet way he talks to you, and how much he cares and gives.

Your body has a mind of its own as it steps closer to Steve once more and your right hand holds his cheek. Steve’s eyes close briefly before they look into yours again, searching and searching until they find what they’re looking for. Your love bared for him to see. That’s when the two of you lean in at the same time.

There’s no time for you to worry if you did the wrong thing, because Steve kisses you back less than a second later. His arm goes around your waist in a firm hold and his free hand tilts your head back just slightly to kiss you better. You don’t even care about your lipgloss, or it sticking to Steve, not when he’s kissing you like you’ve always dreamed he would. No, better than you could have ever dreamed. Why would you worry when you can feel every emotion with every brush of his lips over yours. The way just a hint of his tongue has him holding you closer when your knees seem to go weak. Why worry when you feel more happiness than you’ve ever felt.

Until, that is, Madam Laverne clears her throat behind you. “Mr. Harrington, shouldn’t you find your seat?”

The two of you spring apart in an instant and you turn around with a guilty look. She meets your gaze, and you can see both amusement and a reprimand in her eyes. “We’re starting shortly.” She tells you pointedly.

“Yes madame.” You nod quickly, holding back a smile. Let her reprimand you, it was worth it.

Her gaze then moves to Steve, and the way his eyes widen when she gives him a stern look makes you hold back a laugh as she leaves. Alone again, you take your time to look at Steve. There’s lipgloss all over his lips and his hair is mussed by your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You chuckle trying to wipe the lipgloss off, feeling shy all of a sudden as his eyes seem to drink you in.

Steve smiles and shakes his head, moving his hands to hold your face. “Don’t be.” He murmurs and kisses you again for good measure.

The kiss is slower this time, and a sigh escapes him like he’s savoring the moment and who are you to complain. You sigh against his mouth and stand on the tip of your toes, easy right now that you have your pointe shoes. You’re so in love with him you could cry.

“Good luck out there, I’m so proud of you.” Steve whispers against your lips, putting some distance between you. His lips look pink and freshly kissed, and your body feels like it’s on fire.

This has to be a dream. “Thank you Stevie, I–”

“Mr. Harrington, you need to find your seat.” Madame Laverne sighs, tired of the sight of both of you.

Steve takes your hand, places a kiss on top of it and leaves before he has to face your teachers anger. You can’t say anything else, only look after him as Madame Laverne all but pushes you backstage.

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Steve is restless in his seat. It’s been an hour, and it still isn’t your turn to dance.

After that kiss, it’s like his desire to be close to you has tripled. No, quadrupled, and right now, he wants to see you again. One look at him earlier and both Robin and Nancy had smirked.

“Finally.” Robin rolled her eyes at him when she motioned to the seat she saved him. “Took you long enough.” Steve knew she wasn’t talking about the play.

Steve smiles and runs a hand through his hair as he waits for your variation to start. You kissed him, and it’d been better than he imagined. Steve doesn’t even care if he still has your lipgloss on his face. He’ll wear it proudly, because after months and months of wanting to kiss your lips, he finally did. He really really wants to do it again.

The curtains close and open after a moment and the movement brings Steve’s attention back to the present. You’re on stage now with other girls, smiling and looking beautiful, delicate and strong as the music starts to play. The sugar plum fairy dances in the middle of all the petals but Steve pays her no mind. His eyes are fixated on you, on the way every move you make shows love and care and dedication. He sees the countless tears you shed when you got this role and how you’ve turn it around in its head to make it your own.

Your pink tutu shines with the overhead lights and it flows nicely when you jump and spin. The dance has you and another girl lead the movements of the rest of the group. What you do the girl behind you repeats and it truly makes all the tutus look like flower petals. You’re in the front most of the time, which Steve loves. He even points at you and tells then man next to him ‘that’s my girlfriend’ just because he can now. Because he’s so proud of you. Warmth and love settle on his chest as he looks at you, and the memory of the past two months come crashing down on him. You’ve both come so far, time’s gone by so fast, and he wishes he’d told you he loves you earlier. Because he does, more than he can express in words alone.

You dance for six minutes, but to Steve the variation is over far too soon. He could watch you dance for an entire hour, but he knows how much your feet would hurt after that. So he stands along with the rest of your friends, Robin and Nancy and clap as you make your way off the stage. Steve decides he’ll yell louder when the play’s over. He can’t risk Madame Laverne’s wrath right now; he has to see you take the final bow first.

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You’ve never felt so much emotion in your chest as you do now. Your eyes have watered countless times, and your cheeks hurt from smiling. Looking at your friends, at Steve, cheer for you as you bowed with your classmates what nothing short from magical. It felt out of a movie, the way time stopped, and you could only focus on the people dear to you –on the boy you love. You’d made sure to wave at them before leaving towards the dressing room.

There’s no time to waste once you’re there:you want to see all of them right away, hug them tightly and thank them for all their support. And Steve… you want to tell him how much you love him. You need to let him know.

Changing out of your costume takes longer than you expect. There’s the corset that needs to be loosed and then the tutu needs to be place back on a rack backstage. You take off your tights and change into more comfortable clothes. A pair of jeans, a chunky sweater and boots are next before you take off your makeup. Feeling fresh and accomplished a moment later, you take your flowers with you and leave towards the backstage door.

You expected to walk towards the front and meet your friends there but to your surprise Steve parked his car on the driveway right by the door. And he’s there, braving the cold with his coat, leaning against the passenger door as he waits for you. He looks up as if sensing your presence and all but runs towards you, making your heart beat loudly on your chest. Your fingers ache to hold him close so you do as soon as he hugs you tightly. His forearms wrap around you back and his face hides on your neck as you hold each other for a moment. You breathe him in, with all the time in the world to do it now, and soak in all the warmth coming off his body.

“I didn’t know I had to wait almost the whole play to see you baby.” Steve says against your skin, holding you tighter. “You were amazing.”

Baby. Steve called you baby, as if you weren’t already just about overflowing with emotion. Your eyes tear up when you step back from the hug and hold his face in your hands. “I love you Steve, god I’m so in love with you I can’t breathe sometimes.”

Steve smiles and leans in to kiss you. He kisses you slow and gentle, savouring the aftertaste your words. His tongue tastes your bottom lip as he holds you closer and kisses you like you’re the air he wants to breathe. It’s only when you need to part that you do, and though you know how he feels, he still smiles before speaking. “I think I love you from the minute I met you, beautiful. I mean can you blame?”

Your mouth opens and closes for a moment, speechless at the thought of Steve loving you for so long and you being oblivious. Just as you’re about to say something though, a car honks on the street much like that one time a month ago. “Come on lovebirds, let’s celebrate!”

It’s Robin and Nancy who’ve befriended your university friends and drive past you. Robin’s head is out the passenger’s window, and she holds two thumbs up for you to see when she passes by. Your whole body burns despite the biting cold air outside. You do have some news to tell her now.

“Celebration?” You ask Steve once their car turns a corner in the distance, raising an eyebrow in question.

“We kind of decorated your living room with balloons.” Steve’s right hand comes up to scratch his chin. “That’s why I was late.”

You open and close your mouth in amazement, of course Steve was late because he was planning something for you. It makes sense now, and you’re so grateful to have him in your life you’re rendered speechless –absolutely no one has ever had that level of care with you. “Stevie,” you smile.

“You love me I know,” he winks, pecking your lips briefly but lingering like he doesn’t want to stray too far. “Let’s go, we don’t want to keep them waiting. Besides I need to show off my girl.”

“Ah, I see how this is.” You tease him, waiting for him to get into the car next to you before speaking again. “I’ll accept that if I get to show you off when you win the state championship next month.”

“If–”

“When Stevie.” You shake your head.

“You got it beautiful.” He gives you his brightest smile as he turns on the engine. “Make sure you kiss me in front of Connors, that’ll teach him.”

Steve steers you onto the main road just as your laughter fills the space between you and you start making your way home.

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reblogs are supper appreciated! thank you for reading!

part 6 soon >>>>

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve stranger things

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radio-navlee · 2 months

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Not so tough now huh?

I really wasnt expecting the poll to get so many votes!! Heres what you guys have voted on <3

Lee!Jax Ler!Ragatha

Summary: Jax finally pushed Ragatha over the edge causeing her to find something out about the annyoing rabbit.

Jax smirked to himself, setting up the most diabolical prank on his dear ol’ friend.

He’d been planning on getting Ragatha for weeks. He had completely transformed the rag dolls room into something you’d seen out of home alone.

String and marbles practically covered her room. Foam balls, feathers, water buckets and paint set up to hit her as she walked in.

“3…2…1” Jax counted down watching Ragatha close her door behind her. He could hear a muffled, ‘What the?’ Come from the doll herself. The marble rolled into a small hole triggering scissors to cut string sending the bucket of water over her bed, the water spilled everywhere and into a lower placed bucket below activating the foam balls to sore through the air hitting targets around the room. Finally it ended with a bucket of paint spattering on her head with another balloon filled with feather to pop.

“…..JAX!!!” Ragatha screamed causing Jax to chuckle to himself already booking it down the hall.

Ragatha, surprisingly, cleaned herself off quickly and darted after him

“JAX YOU JERK!!”

“THAT WAS SO WORTH IT!!” Jax yelled back

After 5 minutes of Ragatha chasing Jax, he started to get tired. He felt like it was the longest game of tag, where Ragatha was it and he was playing for his life.

Jax, now starting to panic, realizing that Ragatha was not slowing down. Regatha was so determined to catch him. Every time Jax would fumble over himself he would scream. Scared to what would happen if he did fall with the doll hot on his trail.

eventually he backed himself into a corner. He spun around to try to run but Ragatha was already there.

“Raggs…. Please… it was…. Just a joke!” Jax panted, catching his breath

“Oh that was no joke, that was a prank! A prank you fully thought out!” Ragatha pointed out

“Look, let’s… talk about it! How about we make a deal?” Jax suggested

“I’m listening”

“Okay, how about this! You let me go….” Jax inched his way slowly trying to get past Ragatha, “and I promise…. TO RUN- EuGH!” Jax ran full speed thinking he was getting away, only for a plushy hand to stop him.

“Not a chance” Ragatha said holding Jax by his upper arm.

“Let go!” Jax tried to pull away

“No!” Ragatha squeezed his arm causing Jax to let out a yelp

“…..”

“…Jax?”

“..what….” Jax face got hot, he didn’t know he could still be ticklish after entering the digital world!!

“Jax what was that?”

“.. a cry for help?” Jax tried to excuse. Ragatha squeezed again causing Jax to yelp again

“Are you-?”

“No…”

“Because you sound like your-”

“I’m not..”

Ragatha smirked, "You're not what?"

"uhhh.." Jax blanked, too embarssed to say anything just in case it wasnt that. Ragatha spun Jax grabbing both arms pinning them both above his head. Jax gave her the most panicked look he could give, seeing as Ragatha didnt give him the 'you ok?' look, Jax was doomed.

“So if I do this” Ragatha pinched at Jax’s sides “you’re sure you're not..?”

“gAH- Rahahags!!” Jax nearly jumped out of his skin. He started to squirm and giggle as Ragatha continued to tease and tickle him

“Oh so you are ticklish?” Ragatha smiled moving her way up and spidering across the poor bunny’s ribs

“NohOHO! WAIHAhaeheHAT!!” Jax complained and groaned through his giggles, he shook his head frantically as Ragatha moved up.

“Somebody’s sensitive!!” The doll teased, tickling right below where his ribs meet his armpits. The anticipation was literally eating at Jax.

“RAhaHags!! PLEheEase!!” Jax panted, trying to make himself sound as tired as possible.

“Shouldn’t have set that prank up, this would have never happened!” Ragatha growled, remembering the mess she gonna have to clean up when she gets back.

Jax shut his eyes as the rag doll massaged into his armpits. Jax nearly screeched, he turned his head into his pined up arms to try to muffle anything. He’d hate it if somebody came looking for them to find the predicament he was in.

“RAHFAHFAHGS!!” He stomped his feet below himself to try to diffract himself from the tickling

“Sorry, am I in a bad spot?” Ragatha teased

Jax sighed as Ragatha slowed down her torturous hand. Jax’s cheeks turned pink straight out of embarrassment. Just as Jax thought Ragatha was done, she put her hand on the side of his neck. Crap

“Wha- what are you doing?” Jax asked nervously

“Take a wild guess rabbit!” Ragatha stated as she tickled into his neck

Jax squealed scrunching up his neck and throwing his head back. Ragatha immediately noticed how Jax no longer wanted to muffle his laugh. Jax just chucked freely as Ragatha moved her hand to his ears.

“AH- Waitwaitwaitwait!! Ragatha!! Ihavetowarnyounowpleaseimgoingtoscream WAIT!!” Ragatha held his two ears in place and slowly blew air onto them. Jax screamed followed by loud laughter, he squirmed and shook his head but he couldn’t shake her off

“RAGAHATHAHA!! *Squeal* GAHAHA!!” Jax, now more embarrassed than ever, sat there laughing seeing as there was nothing else he could do. Ragatha tickled the tops of Jax’s ears, still blowing onto the bottom part.

Jax was in practically in pieces giggling and taking deep breaths when Ragatha would inhale giving him time to breathe before she would exhale again. Ragatha stoped once Jax started to get wheezy

“You ok?” Ragatha asked as Jax sat on the floor

“I uhh, *HIC* ohmygod” Jax completely shut down covering his face with his hands while his embarrassment covered his face

“Did I go to far?” Ragatha giggled, she never saw Jax like this. She laid her hand over his shoulder causing Jax to jump as the sudden contact

“No uh *HIC* you’re good it’s just- *HIC* these damn hiccups.” Jax explained, his frustration only getting worse as he continued to hiccup

“Stay here, I’ll get you some water” Ragatha smiled. She was back to her old self again, Jax didn’t complain and watched her run off.

He rubbed his ears free of the ghost tickles, bringing one down to his vision. ‘Weird’ he thought. He leaned up against once of the walls and eventually fell asleep.

Jax shot up, expecting to still be sat up on a wall, instead he was in his bed. He looked around confused, until spotting a glass of water and a note on his night stand. He sipped the water and opened the note

“Hey Jax,

I saw you were passed out so I brought you back to your room. I also brought you the water I said I was going to get. You might have been confused how you got back in your room, that’s why I’m writing this. I’ll be in my room tidying up YOUR mess.

-Doll Face”

Well, that solves that mystery…Jax grabbed a pen and paper.

He opened his door carefully looking to see anybody, but nobody was there, good. He found Ragathas door and crouched down. He slid the note under her door with a knock and booked it back to his room.

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Ragatha heard a knock on her door while cleaning up the mess Jax’s prank caused. ‘Probably just a dig dong ditch’ she thought hearing the sound of feet running away. She looked over to the door anyways, ‘a note?’ Ragatha walked over picking up the note and opening it up.

“Hi Rags,

Thanks for not leaving me in that corner and I guess thanks for the water. You better not mention this to anybody. I mean it. It was already embararsing enough,

-Jax”

‘he missed spelled embarrassing’ Ragatha giggled. I guess he was right, he did look really embarrassed. But this is the first time he’d thank Rags for something, this was once in a life time.

Ragatha looked at her trash can, then her storage box. She thought for a minute, then put the note in her box.

(I AM SOOOOOO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK😭🙏 lots of stuff has happened but do not worry! Your goul is back🩷)

#tickle #tickles #sfw tickling community #tickle fanfic #tickle fic #tadc tickles #lee!jax #ler!ragatha #The Amazing Digital Circus Tickle #tickle fluff

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margoisthemoon2 · 10 months

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Give me 5 more minutes // Viktor x reader Smut

Words: Bro dont ever ask me this the answer is always the same idk

Warnings: smut/lemon, PiV, eating out, a few dirty words, Afab,

Two smut stories in two days LETS GOOOO!!! I love my crippled boy. Viktor brainrot all the way. I’m tired of reading smut of him and he is basically a bottom/sub in each one. NOT in this one though haha!😈 EH MINORS DNI!!!! Uhh viktor has an age in this story but this takes place before he met Jayce and hextech and all that.

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The loud sound of the alarm goes off. You stir in bed reaching over to turn it off. You fell movement beside you. It’s Viktor. You and Vik have been dating for a year. The young 23 year old man moves a bit giving you a kiss on your cheek. You smile still half asleep. But not for long you feel him kiss your lips and then your neck. His arms goes around your waist and he pulls you closer “Goodmorning” he says in his sleepy voice “morning” you let out. He continues to kiss your neck. His hand leaving your waist and catching a feel of your covered breast. “Viktor you have to go” you say groggily “yes but not immediately my dear” he says, he starts sucking on your neck. “What are you a vampire?” You say jokingly your eyes still closed “only for you my dear” he says. You feel his weight shift and he’s now between your legs as his kisses travel down to your chest.

The silk nightgown you wear is slightly pulled down exposing your breast. Viktor kisses each breast and latches onto one, you lightly moan as he grabs the other mound and massages it with his hand occasionally pulling the nipple and twisting. “Mmph” you moan out. “Thats my girl” he says as he comes back up to kiss you on the lips.

The kisses get heavy and heated. Viktor uses his free hand to snake down your torso and into your underwear. Lightly touching your clit and coating his fingers in your juices. He bends down and kisses and suck your neck. In a quivk movement he shoves two of his slender fingers into your warm heat. In shock you grab his arm and arch your back. He works his finger in and out of you looking down at your face admiring every face you make in bliss. Your moaning is getting louder and louder. Soon you wrap your arms around his neck as you shake and come around his fingers. As you come down from your high viktor kisses your forehead and sits next to you leaning against the headboard. You get up removing your underwear and watches as he slides his boxers down watching him jerk off a few times. You climb on top of him positioning yourself over him. “Have i ever told you on how beautiful you look” Viktor says kissing your chest and neck, you respond by lowering yourself onto him the both of you gasp as he fully sheathed inside of you. He puts his hands on your waist as you slowly lifts up but not to dar leaving his tip inside of you “yes all the time” you respond before slamming yourself down onto him. You repeat these movements. You and him stare into eachother eyes with so much love and trust, the room getting hotter and your moans mixing in with eachothers. His hands roam around your body admiring your curves and flaws. You lean down and deeply kiss him. He buries his face into your breast “oh stars im close” he says you hold his head against you feeling yourself clinch around him. “So am i” you sat picking up your pace his hands grab your azz and you lift up as he cums directly on your stomach and thighs. “Ah that was fun” you say attempting to get up. Before you can viktor grabs your hand pulling you towards him you stand above him as he positions your cunt above him. “Im not finished just give me 5 more minutes” he says before disappearing under you. You feel his hot mouth and he planted a series of kisses on your clit. You feel him kiss your thigh before he dived into you. His hot tongue opens your folds as he dips in between your wetness. He eats you like your his last meal on earth. You grab his hair and rock inti him his long nose and tongue doing you alot of justice. You feel another climax coming and your legs are about to give out. He grabs you waist tightly holding you up. You try to push him away but he doesn’t move. “Fuck!” You scream as he dives his tongue deep into you. You shake and quiver hearing vik drink your juices as you came. He pulls back and lets you go. You fall back onto the bed. Heavy breathing.

As you take a look up you see viktor wet chest and your juices covering his nose and mouth. He looks at you “you are so divine my darling” he says. He gets up and off the bed grabbing his cane. “Do you wish to shower with me? I obviously can’t go into work like this” he says snickering a bit. You nod your head and get off the bed grabbing his hand and the two of you walk to the bathroom.

I’m gonna freaking scream. The last part was kinda hard to type as I didn’t have much coming into my head. Uhh for my spiderpunk/miguel, silco and viktor smuts i plan on making a visual list of corn you can watch to know what is going on. Keep a lookout 👀.

#viktor #viktor x reader #viktor arcane #zaun arcane #arcane #arcane piltover #viktor smut #smut #the lanes #arcane smut

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 1 year

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coming home

Summary: Marcus comes home after a mission to find you asleep on the couch.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 1064

Rating: E

Warnings: fluff, smut (unprotected sex) sleepy sex, sleepy Marcus, horny Marcus, unedited

Marcus felt like he hadn’t slept in three days.

Which he… might have.

The threat in South Africa was handled and the whole team was okay and back at HQ. He had no idea what time it was or what day for that matter as he climbed out of his car in his driveway.

Sighing, feeling like he was a hundred years old, he made his way into his house, activating the security system as he closed the door behind him, taking a deep breath. Everything was dark except for the tiny light in the kitchen. He left his bag next to the door as he took his shoes off. He had left the Katanas and Tact Vest at HQ.

He was sure he would spend the three days he had off now sleeping and letting you take care of him.

He knew how anxious you were every time he had to leave, so as soon as he was on the plane back he had texted you that everything was okay. You had texted him back that you’d wait for him to which he only smiled, telling you to go to bed cause debrief would take a while.

His eyes found the clock at the stove, telling him that it was almost 4 am.

Opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water he emptied it almost completely before he rolled his neck. It’s then that he noticed the low noise of what was probably the TV in the living room.

Puting the bottle down he walked out of the kitchen and towards the living room across the hallway, leaning with his shoulder against the door as he found you sleeping on the sofa with a fond smile.

You were laying on your stomach, wearing one of his shirts and some sleep shorts. There was a rerun of the golden girls on, two glasses of wine and his favourite cookies on the coffee table making him smile wider.

How on earth did he deserve you?

Walking over he slipped the remote out of your hand, turning the TV off. He was picking up your favourite blanket that must have slipped off of you when he tilted his head, sucking his bottom lip in as he noticed that 1. You weren’t wearing any underwear and 2. Your sleep shorts had slipped to the side, leaving your pussy on display for him.

Fuck, he was tired but just the sight of you made his cock twitch.

He took a deep breath, pulling his glasses off to set them on the coffee table before he rubbed over his forehead.

“Marcus?” you mumbled sleepily, turning your head as you slowly blinked your eyes open. Marcus was kneeling beside you, your blanket still in his hands, his eyes finding yours. You gave him a tired smile, your head still resting on a soft pillow.

“Hi baby,” he said, bending down to kiss you softly. You smiled against his lips, giggling when you felt his hand on your ass.

“Missed you,” he said.

“Clearly,” you teased and he kissed your nose. You wanted to turn around but he stopped you.

“Can’t blame me when I come home to find you lying here like that,” you gasped when you felt his hand between your legs, his fingers slipping through your pussy.

“Wanna fuck you,” he mumbled and you sighed.

“You look like you are going to fall asleep in the next 5 minutes,” you said as he got back on his feet, pulling his pants open, pushing them down, his cock already hard, making you swallow.

“Always awake enough to fuck you,” he kissed you again, before he got on the sofa, kneeling above you. You turned your head to look at him just as he spit in his hand, wetting the tip of his cock. You wiggled your ass underneath him and he gave you a small grin, before he pulled your sleeping shorts down just so he could get inside of you.

You felt him line up before he slowly sank into you, groaning loudly.

“Shhhh you gonna wake up the kids,” you moaned quietly as he bottomed out, thrusting back in. You turned your head back to moan into the pillow.

“Fuck i’m not gonna last,” he hummed as he fucked you slowly.

“Don’t care, fuck me,” you whimpered, trying to move beneath him but he held you in place, his hands coming to rest beside your head as he leaned down, his body now on top of yours, kissing your neck as he fucked into you.

“Wanna feel you cum on my cock,” he panted against your ear before he nibbled on your neck, his facial hair scratching over your skin.

“Touched myself while I waited for you,” you moaned, turning your head as he groaned. He kissed you, fucking into you harder.

“Fuck,” he moaned against your neck, sucking a mark into your skin.

“Keep going,” you moaned quietly.

“Gonna cum,” he groaned, fucking you faster.

You just closed your eyes, letting your head fall back down as he rolled his hips against yours, getting you closer and closer.

“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting once twice until he came inside of you, triggering your own orgasm as he spilled inside of you.

He panted against your neck as he tried, but failed to keep his weight off of you, making you giggle as he nuzzled against your neck.

“Let’s go to bed, Marcus,” you turned your head and he kissed you.

“Wanna sleep here, inside of you,” he mumbled and you smiled.

“You can still sleep inside of me upstairs in our very comfy bed. Your back will thank you in the morning,” you said.

“Don’t care,” he mumbled and you laughed.

You used all your strength to get him off of you, making him chuckle until he finally got up, almost falling with his pants still around his ankles before he pulled them up.

Turning around you took his hand after you pulled your shorts back up, letting him help you up. He kissed you while you felt him leaking out of you.

“The kids are at your moms the next two days,” you mumbled against his lips, feeling him smile, his arms coming around you to pull you closer.

“I love you,” he hummed.

“Love you too. Let’s get you to bed, my tired heroic.”

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brienneoftarth1989 · 1 year

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Jealous

Larissa Weems x fem reader

Summary: - It’s the night of the Rave'N. You, Larissa and her ex were chaperones. What could go wrong?

Warnings: fluff, jealousy, nudity, implied smut

Requests open

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It was that time of the year again. The annual Rave’N dance is tomorrow night and you and Larissa are getting the last minute preparations done for the dance. The theme for this year's dance was enchanted forest which was suggested by yourself. The hall itself was already set up. There are trees dotted all over the room with little battery powered candles perched on the branches.

There were tables along one side of the room which by tomorrow would be covered in food and drinks. You and Larissa were both currently attaching the fake flowers and candles to the archway which every student would walk through tomorrow evening.

“Are you excited for tomorrow?” you asked your loving girlfriend. “Of course I am. I get to spend the evening with you” she laughed putting the last flower on the archway before wrapping her arms around your waist pulling you into her chest.

You relaxed into her embrace just enjoying her company breathing in her scent which you never seemed to get tired of. “So who else is chaperoning tomorrow night then?” you asked just curious about who would be in attendance.

“Well me, you, Coach Vlad, Mr Fitts and Marilyn Thornhill” she said, still holding you in her embrace. You pulled away hearing one particular name. “Seriously, your ex is coming tonight. Why couldn’t you have asked someone else” you moaned stepping back. “I’m sorry no one else could do it. Trust me y/n I didn’t want to but I needed 5 chaperones and she was my last point of call” she said grabbing your hand trying to reassure you.

“Marilyn still has feelings for you. I’ve seen the way she looks at you. I’m scared I’m going to lose you to her” you said just above a whisper. Larissa knew you could get jealous easily and that your anxiety would normally spike around subjects like this. “Oh darling. You’re the only person I want. No matter what happens I will only ever want you” she said pulling you back into her embrace.

You let your body relax once again. You hated Marilyn for always trying to flirt with Larissa and trying to do everything in her power to get her back and you knew she hated you for being with Larissa. “Tomorrow is going to be fine, sweetheart. My eyes will only be on you and no one else. Well maybe the students but mainly you” she laughed slightly.

This caused you to let out a little chuckle before leaning up giving her a small kiss on the lips. This moment was magical. Just the two of you surrounded by an enchanted forest so to speak. Once everything was done for the evening you and Larissa went back to your shared quarters.

It was currently 22:00 and you and Larissa decided to just put a film on and go to bed. You just got into one of Larissa’s shirts which was basically a short dress on you but you didn’t mind because it smelt like her and it comforted you. Larissa went to the bathroom to take her makeup off and to get into her pyjamas. While she did that you jumped on the bed and found a film to put on.

You ended up putting on Carol which was a film you both enjoyed. You pressed play on the film snuggling up in bed waiting for Larissa to join. When she had finally finished what she was doing she turned the light off and joined you in bed cuddling up close to you. “Goodnight my darling” she whispered in your ear which made you shiver. You could never get tired of this woman. “Night Rissa, I love you” you whispered back. “I love you too darling” she smiled, giving you a small peck on your lips before allowing you to cuddle up into her chest.

The next morning was another typical Friday. You and Larissa both got ready doing your separate things before sitting down at the table for breakfast. You had put together a bowl of cereal for yourself and a couple of slices of toast for Larissa with some fresh butter.

Today was going to be a pretty simple day for you both. Larissa was going to be doing her normal work until about 15:00. At that point the rest of her plans will be getting the last minute preparations for the Rave’N ready before getting ready at 17:00 so she can be at the dance at 18:00.

Your plans were slightly different. You had a class this morning at 9:00 for two hours. Then from 10:00 to 12:00 you had a free period so you would most likely spend time in your classroom just grading your students' work. Lunch was 12:00 till 13:00 so you would probably go down to the Weathervane to grab something to eat and drink for yourself and Larissa.

After lunch you had two classes. One being 13:00 till 14:00 and the other being 14:00 till 15:00. On a typical day classes would finish at 17:00 but due to the Rave’N being tonight a decision was made to finish classes at 15:00 so students had time to get ready before the dance. Everyone knew that not much learning would be done anyway today due to the excitement amongst staff and students.

After breakfast was done with you cleaned up and Larissa went into her office to start her work. You still had half an hour before you had to be anywhere so you decided to just chill in your shared room and finished watching the film where you knew you had fallen asleep.

At about 8:45 you realised you should probably get to your classroom. However you didn’t realise that Larissa had company in her office so there you were barging in to see Marilyn talking to Larissa about something you didn’t care about.

“So what are you wearing tonight then Larissa?” Marilyn asked, smirking while leaning on her desk ever so slightly. “I’m not sure yet but I don’t think it really concerns you Ms Thornhill” Larissa said sternly.

As you came out of your bedroom you decided to shut the door a bit louder than normal grabbing both of the women’s attention. Marilyn looked your way and her face dropped which made you feel superior ever so slightly.

“Marilyn” you said to her as you walked over to Larissa. “Y/n” she responded, giving you just as much sass as you gave her. All you did was eye Marilyn up and down before walking over to Larissa to say goodbye to her. “I will see you later on my love” you said smiling at her before leaning down and giving her a kiss on the lips.

You could feel Marilyn’s death stare on you but you weren't doing this to make her jealous. This is something that Larissa and you would do every morning and you weren’t going to change that today just because Marilyn had to come in before the day had even started, especially since her only concern was what Larissa was wearing.

“Goodbye darling, have a good day today I will see you later for lunch” Larissa said, caressing your hand before letting you go to start your busy day. You left her office smirking to yourself knowing that you got under Marilyn’s skin. You didn’t understand why she kept on bugging Larissa even though she knew that she was romantically involved with someone else. This is why you got jealous.

Your day went by relatively quickly. First lesson was a breeze, your free period was spent marking like you expected. You then joined Larissa for lunch before continuing your lessons in the afternoon. When you had finally finished for the day Larissa was still working in her office so you decided to leave her be while you did some extra marking to kill the time.

At about 16:30 you were starting to feel a bit peckish so made you and Larissa some ramen just to keep you full until this evening. You plated up the food before bringing Larissa’s out to her. “Hey darling, how are things going? I’ve bought you something to eat” you said, placing the food in front of Larissa. “Aww thank you sweetheart. I am almost finished with this and then I will come and join you” she said to you finishing the last email she was sending.

“Ok darling, don’t take too long though, your dinner will get cold” you chuckled knowing that Larissa is a workaholic and she could be another half an hour if she wanted to. After about five minutes she finally came through sitting down at the table both enjoying your early dinner. You both sat enjoying each other's company chatting about the day. You decided to go against bringing up the subject of Marilyn as it would just annoy the fuck out of you.

Once you had both finished eating you let Larissa go and get ready as she was most likely going to take longer than you. So while she started getting ready you washed up the bowls and cutlery. However Larissa was just getting in the shower when you had finished so you decided the only option was to join her.

You walked into the bathroom to see her clothes on the floor and her naked silhouette in the shower. You let out a soft whimper at the sight of your beautiful partner. You stripped off your own clothing sneaking into the shower. She still hadn’t realised you were there until you felt her jump slightly when you wrapped your arms around her torso.

“Hey sweetheart, you didn’t want to wait until I was out then?” she giggled slightly. “No” you laughed peppering kisses up her back and on her shoulders. “Come here then sweetheart” she said moving slightly so you could be in front of her. She always knew that you were the submissive one in the relationship and any kind of dominance was appreciated by you.

You leaned against Larissa’s body just enjoying her warm embrace as the hot water hit you both. You turned to face her with a massive grin on your face. “What are you smirking at?” she smirked back at you. “I’m smirking at my gorgeous girlfriend” you smiled leaning up giving her a soft yet passionate kiss. If you didn’t need to get ready you would have taken things further but instead you washed each other's bodies before getting out to start getting ready.

You left Larissa to do her own thing while you went off to get your suit on and do your hair. 20 minutes later you were ready and Larissa was still putting her makeup on. You knew it wouldn’t take you long but Larissa on the other hand always took her sweet old time. You didn’t mind though because you just sat back and enjoyed the beautiful sight in front of you.

It was about 17:50 when you had both finally finished getting ready. You were wearing a dark green suit while Larissa was a light green wavy dress which suited her so well. “You look beautiful Rissa” you smiled pulling her close to you. “Thank you y/n you look drop dead gorgeous” she smirked pulling you in for a kiss.

“Come on, we better get to the dance. We need to be there before the students arrive” you laughed before grabbing her hand and walking down to the main hall where the dance is being held. To no surprise you two were the first ones there. Then again you weren’t surprised the next person to arrive was Marilyn herself.

Why does this bloody woman have to be everywhere you go? You thought to yourself. However you had to be professional around the students so you did your job and let Larissa and Marilyn do theirs.

You had a great evening that night. You socialised with the kids and danced the night away. That was until the slow songs came on for the couples. You were in the toilet when they started but as soon as you realised they were playing you rushed back so you were able to dance with Larissa.

However the sight that was in front of you enraged you. There was Marilyn basically pulling at Larissa trying to get her on the dance floor. You could tell she was uncomfortable. She was doing her best to get Marilyn to go away and she was desperately searching the room to find you hoping you would rescue her from this situation.

Upon seeing this all unfold in front of you stormed over to Marilyn ripping her off your girl. “I would appreciate it if you would stop trying to get with my girl” you said through gritted teeth as you held Larissa’s hand about to make your way to the dance floor.

“Well if you remember correctly I had Larissa first” she said laughing slightly. This enraged you. “Ok first of all she is not some object that you have some magical claim to. You cheated on her and that's your loss and it now annoys you that she is finally living her life without you. Your a manipulating bitch who needs to get her priortires straight “ you said sternly giving her a look to say fuck off.

You lead Larissa to the dance floor in time for the final dance of the night. “That was hot seeing you riled up” Larissa whispered in your ear. “The bitch deserved it. Now come on let's dance. Maybe tonight you and I can dance away in bed if you know what I mean” you said smirking at the tall beauty.

“You’re so naughty,” she giggled. “Yeah but that’s why you love me” you said starting to dance with Larissa. “That’s very true. I love you too” she smiled back. Once the dance came to an end you helped clear up as much as you could before you and Larissa danced the night away in your bed.

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skz317cb97 · 6 months

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A History of Pain

Part 6

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 2.2k

Synopsis: You move back to Korea from America for good when you bomb at school, surprising not only your adoptive brother Minho but also his friends/roommates, who didn't know you existed. Your brother let's you stay with him and his band mates who have been threatened to stay away from you but Chan already has stars in his eyes for you. Issues from your past keep popping up forcing you to deal with your history or run from it all.

Part 5👈

A/N: 18+ ONLY! MDNI! I finally was able to find a stopping point on this one I could stand. Sorry there hasn't been much hoping things are getting better. I hope you enjoy this part!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cussing/strong language, unprotected piv sex (use protection please), descriptions of death, child abuse, and SA (Not too descriptive but it's talked about). I think that's it but if I missed anything please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

When you, Chan and Minho all got home from your parent’s place you were tired and ready for sleep. You started to make your way back towards the bedrooms when your brother stopped you.

“Wait a minute there’s something I want to say before you go to bed.” You rolled your eyes and were prepared for a lecture about you and Chan sleeping in the same room. After everything, you knew he wasn’t going to just let certain things go. He turned to you.

“I’m sorry.” Whoa. You weren’t expecting that.

“I’m sorry for not listening and for hurting you and about a hundred other things that we can talk about tomorrow. I just didn’t want to go to bed tonight without saying it.” You ran to your brother and hugged him and for once he didn’t grimace when he hugged you back.

“I’m sorry too Min.” He shook his head but you hugged him tighter.

“We’ll talk about everything tomorrow Minho.” He melted into your hug just a bit more, happy to have his sister back home again.

“And when you’re in Chan’s room please for the love of god remember your brother is only one room away.” You slapped his arms and Minho laughed. You had planned on sleeping in the guest room the first night for your brother’s sake but he seemed to have really come to terms with you and Chan and all that meant and you had really missed sleeping next to Chan. When you finally parted ways with Minho you and Chan both went into his room.

You stripped, put on one of Chan’s shirts and crawled into bed. Chan got into bed with you. You curled up next to him and fell asleep with his arms wrapped around you. In the middle of the night you woke up with Chan’s arms still around you, your back against his chest. You could hear his deep slow breaths and his slight snore. You turned in bed facing him. He was so beautiful. You whispered to him.

“Chris...” He stirred a little and you said his name a little louder but still just above a whisper. His sleepy eyes fluttered open and he looked at you.

“Is everything okay? Did you have a bad dream?” He groggily asked and you shook your head no. Before he could ask what was wrong you softly kissed his lips. He melted just like he did every time your lips were pressed together. You pulled Chan’s shirt up and went to reach down into his shorts but he stopped you.

“What about Minho?!” He kept his voice quiet.

“We’ll just have to keep it down.” You kissed him again and this time the hand in Chan’s shorts reached its intended destination. He let out a soft breath when you started to stroke him. It never took long for Chan to get hard when you were touching him and as soon as he was you were working your own panties down and off. You threw a leg over Chan’s hip and he eased his way inside you as he held you close and kissed you. Soon your breathy whisper was by his ear.

“God yes Chris... so good...” Chan rolled you to your back and pressed himself on top of you as he continued the languid rolls of his hips into yours. His forehead pressed to yours his words came out in breaths.

“Cum for me baby girl.” Your body immediately obeyed his command and your orgasm washed over you like gentle waves on the shore. You bit into the pillow under your head as you tried to keep your voice down. Chan could see how badly you wanted to moan out for him, the look of ecstasy that was on your face, it sent him headfirst into his own climax. He held onto you tightly whispering your name over and over. You ended up falling asleep tangled together and for the first time in a while you had no nightmares that night.

The next day after some coffee and breakfast you, Minho and Chan all sat down together. Your talk with your brother was going how you’d hoped it would have gone when you mentioned you and Chan in the first place. Chan sat there as you and Minho talked about everything. Minho still wasn’t thrilled you were together, there was a lot of baggage that came with it, for everyone. Not just you and Chan. The media, the fans, but Minho knew Chan really loved you and he trusted both of you to be careful. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it. Keep talking.” Chan got up to answer the door and when he did he was very surprised to find a police officer on the other side of it.

“Hi I’m looking for Ms. Lee y/n? Is she here?” Chan nodded confused.

“May I come in and speak with her?” Chan opened the door further and allowed the officer in.

“Of course, she’s just in the living room there. Is everything oka-” The police officer walked into the living room, interrupting you and Minho.

“Ms. Y/n? “ You stood and nodded.

“I’m sorry but I’m afraid I’m going to have to place you under arrest.” The officer made you turn and put your hands behind your back. Chan and Minho both went to intervene but you stopped them.

“Wait. What am I being arrested for?!” The cuffs clicked and the officer answered you.

“The murder of Peter Cellars.” All the color left your face and you would have crumpled to the floor if it weren’t for Minho and the officer catching you. You didn’t ask any more questions as the officer helped you towards the door and to his car. You knew exactly what he was talking about. You knew because...

You’d done it.

“You said you just had some questions! The fuck you mean under arrest for murder?!” Chan shouted at the officer.

“She wouldn’t hurt a fucking fly!” Minho was dead silent. He put his hand on Chan’s shoulder and Chan looked back at him.

“Don’t cause a big scene! Just go get in the car.” Minho shook his head as the officer led you away.

“Come on let's get to the station.” Minho grabbed the car keys and followed you and the officer out of the dorm, Chan just a couple steps behind. Chan asked a thousand questions as he and Minho followed you and the officer to the station. Minho wouldn’t or more like couldn’t give him any answers. He didn’t know all of them.

Chan should hear it from you, Minho knew you would want to explain so he didn’t answer Chan’s barrage of questions. No matter how badly Chan begged. He had to hear it from you so that he really understood once and for all. Once you were at the station you were put in an interrogation room alone for some time. The first person in an hour finally walked in. Very obviously a detective.

“Ms. Lee I’m-” You cut him off from talking.

“I’ll tell you everything you want to know on one condition.” He gave you a look waiting for you to give the condition.

“First I want you to send in Chris and I’ll tell him everything. Then you can use my confession and do what you have to.” After some him-hawing around the detective spoke to his partner, a woman who kept glancing over at you, and agreed to your terms. When Chan came in he kissed you before sitting down next to you, gripping your hands, that were still bound by cuffs, tightly. He was so worried for you.

“Are you okay? What’s going on? Minho wouldn’t tell me what’s going on, no one would.” You squeezed his hands gently trying to calm him down for once.

“Shh. Shhh. I’m okay for now, just listen to me okay Chris?” He stopped and listened intently.

“I am a murderer.”

“NO! What your dad said...”

“Yes Chan I am! It’s not about what my dad said about my mom... it’s... Peter Cellers is ‘the man’. I killed the man.” Chan froze, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he knew exactly who you meant of course. You had told him the nightmares were flash backs and Minho had said that it would never actually be the man after you. It never would be the man because he was dead but Chan never thought you could have been the reason why he was.

“He came for me and I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t let him... “ You shuddered as tears welled in your eyes and Chan held on to your hands. He would never let go.

“Not again.” You continued.

“I screamed and ran and pushed him as hard as I could and he fell down the stairs backwards. When he hit the landing below he was dead. I ran away and managed to find George roaming the streets stoned. I didn’t say anything and George was too high to ask any questions as to why I was back suddenly. It wasn’t long before word got around that the man had ‘accidently’ fallen down the stairs and broken his neck but people were talking about how suspicious it was. George knew then why I had shown up out of nowhere. He beat me until I told him the truth. He knew we couldn’t stick around, that it might come back on us, most importantly him. That’s why we left America. He found some travel program for Korea and I hoped it could be a fresh beginning but it was just more of the same.” Chan’s heart wretched for you. You had defended yourself from that man and carried the guilt about it around your whole life. You went on.

“Only two people in the world knew about the man and I know Minho isn’t the one who turned me in. Which means... good old George. Typical.”

“That’s correct your father is the one who came forward with information.” The female detective, who had been listening from the next room, startled you as she came in and shut the door behind her.

“That man... is not my father.” The detective nodded her head in understanding.

“To be honest we were on his trail already when George came forward with the information in exchange for immunity from any charges for the murder of Mr. Cellers.” How stoned must he have been to come up with that plan. You were furious that they would even consider a deal with a man like him and here you were chained like a wild animal. Chan was angry too.

“And you gave it to him?!” He shouted in disbelief and the detective nodded again.

“We couldn’t get him for murder anyway and... didn’t realize the whole picture at the time. Ms. Y/n’s statement has filled some holes in George’s story that we couldn’t figure out. I think if we dig a little deeper we’ll be able to fill some more such as why you were at Mr. Cellar’s place to begin with? Do you remember? Can you tell me y/n?” Why. They wanted to know why you were there? It all came spilling from you. You shouted it at the detective wishing George could hear you too. You knew it wasn’t her fault but your rage was directed at her all the same as you screamed.

“I was there because I was 8! I was there because I was 8 and my dad, my parent, left me there and told me to stay! I was there so that man could...” You couldn’t make the words come out and she wasn’t going to make you.

“He left me in exchange for his drugs! That’s why I was there! Bet George failed to mention that, or that it went on for months! Until I couldn't take it anymore!” You were sobbing. Chan sat there stunned. Truly every time he thought he knew the pain you had lived through he was shown he knew nothing about pain. He realized now why Minho had told him nothing about you in the first place. Why he was so protective over you. The detective looked apologetic. She didn’t want to have to dredge this up anymore than you but she had to. She could tell your dad was a sleaze ball and she wanted to nail his ass to the wall.

“I’m really very sorry that happened to you. We truly never would have been able to charge George with murder unfortunately. That’s the only reason we made the deal.” You nodded understanding. He didn’t kill anyone, even if you were a minor and he fled, he didn’t kill anyone so no murder to charge him with.

“We might not be able to charge George with murder but with your statement we can lock him up for a slew of other crimes he is not immune from, for a very long time.” You looked up at the detective and your eyes lit up. Before you could say anything she continued.

“Obviously you won’t be charged for Peter Cellars’ murder due your young age at the time and the fact that it was self-defense.” You started to cry as she walked over and removed the cuffs. As soon as you were free your arms were wrapped around Chan hugging him while you sobbed. The detective walked out and a few moments later came back in with Minho. You stood and threw your arms around him. The detective cleared her throat to get your attention again. You looked up at her over Minho’s shoulder, Minho refusing to let you go just yet.

“We can make all of this can happen Ms. Lee..."

"As long as you're willing to testify.”

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muniimyg · 1 year

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No one ever talks about how difficult it is to unlearn feelings of rejection.

To begin with, the entire concept is so ridiculous! it practically comes off as insincere, stupid, and careless. Yet, it’s so rare to experience. Usually, rejection is rejection. No means no. So how could it be shocking for you to be struggling right now? From being someone who was so familiar with rejection to now struggling to accept the love you deserve; it’s hard.

But Yoongi makes it easy.

Ever since the talk between you two, he has shown over and over again that he heard you, he respects you, and most importantly he understands you. Every day, every handhold and tight hug was a step closer to loving again. Obviously easier said than done, you’re thankful that the time between you two makes things better.

Time with him.

With Yoongi, time seems to heal.

While you’re grateful for the effort and complete change in atmosphere between you and Yoongi, you know deep down that his actions would have meant nothing if he wasn’t constantly in motion investing his time with you. Texting you, calling when he can, showing up early, and leaving late… They all play such a huge part in convincing you that he cares. He’s here now and he’ll want you for as long as you’ll have him.

To have him the way you do now… Well, it simply doesn’t feel real.

Every minute spent with him, every smile he dedicates to you, and every laugh shared in between—it creates a stronger bond between you two. As of now, time spent with Yoongi has evolved to be routine and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tuesday is your busiest and earliest day.

It begins with an early 7:30AM class and a schedule packed with the class until 5:30PM, then you attend practicum and club meetings that run as late as 9:45PM. Apart from that, it’s also your laundry day and usually the time your favourite shows release new episodes.

It’s always just been like this.

Yoongi, for some reason, has recently taken it upon himself to be a part of your busy Tuesdays. He knows how easily grumpy you become when you feel overwhelmed. You aren’t too sure exactly why, when, or how he began to show up outside of your 7:30AM lecture building with a cup of freshly brewed coffee; he just did.

How could you complain?

Even if his place is right in front of your lecture, waking up to meet with you for a few minutes is such an inconvenience and a waste of good sleep. The fact that he makes an effort to get up, brew you coffee, and sleepily meet with you… It makes your heart glow.

It’s safe to say that the coffee he brings you does more than wake you up. It wakes your feelings up and serves as a constant reminder of his care. Sleepily, he would hold the cup of coffee above your head and pucker up his lips. Cheekily and sleepily, Yoongi is always ready to tease you.

It’s funny because his eyes would be closed half of the time. Regardless, you would lean in and let his soft lips kiss your puffy morning cheeks. After he gives you a kiss and your coffee, he’ll hold the door open for you to head in. Waving him goodbye, Yoongi continues with his day and looks forward to catching up with you later.

However, this Tuesday is different.

Tuesday Morning Lecture: Class Cancellation.

Good morning students! This email was meant to be sent last night but unfortunately was scheduled inaccurately. My apologies!

Notes will be provided for the module and extra time will be set aside next week for review and questions.

Best regards!

You squeal.

Your classes never get canceled! You also slept later than usual last night so this is truly a blessing. Pulling your covers above your head, you drift back to sleep and completely forget to text Yoongi about the change of plans.

As you continue sleeping, Yoongi drags himself out of bed.

He gets himself ready and brews your coffee. Then, he heads out the door and stands outside in the cold spring air waiting for you. He waits.

And waits.

And waits even more.

Yoongi waits until you’re officially late.

Yoongi waits until you don’t show up.

A few days ago, you two talked about your feelings regarding his efforts. Everything since that talk has been going great! You two were communicating better and are even a little closer than before. Therefore, it confuses Yoongi as to why you aren’t here right now with no notice. He goes back home and sets your coffee on his kitchen counter. Taking out his phone, he doesn’t even bother to text you.

He calls you right away.

Half awake, you pick up.

“H-hello?”

Yoongi feels relieved you answered but can’t help but feel protective and entitled to your whereabouts. “Are you sick?”

“... W-what?”

“Are you mad at me?” Yoongi paces back and forth, feeling a little nervous. He runs back to his last few encounters with you and struggles to pinpoint where he could have fucked up.

“Huh?”

“Are you avoiding me?”

Once you register it’s Yoongi’s voice and the worrisome tone attached to his words, you force yourself to sit up from your bed. Checking the time, you gasp as you connect the dots.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry, aki… I fell asleep after I read my class cancelation notice and forgot to text you.”

Yoongi sighs.

“Okay.”

You groan. “Aki…”

“Mhmm?”

“I’m really sorry… I should’ve remembered. I was just so tired and it slipped my mind.” Feeling guilty, you can’t help but feel upset with yourself. Yoongi didn’t deserve this!

“Okay.”

“Don’t be mad,” you beg him. “Please..”

“I’m not mad. Who said I’m mad?” Yoongi huffs. His words are sharp and his tone feels so superficial. It’s like he’s just saying things for the sake of saying them and not because it’s what he truly feels.

In all honesty, he’s not mad.

Why should he be? He feels a little disappointed but that’s it. It’s just an innocent misunderstanding and it would be unfair to you if he blamed it all on you. It’s not that deep…

You sigh, taking his word for it. “I have the morning off.. Do you want to study?”

He bites his tongue.

He doesn’t want to study. He wants to spend time with you for no reason even if you practically just stood him up.

“I don’t want to study.”

“That’s fair. Oh, wait! Never mind, don’t you have class in an hour or so? Just rest up until then. I’ll call you again when I’m more awake… Sorry, aki.”

Yoongi nods out of habit.

He can’t help but feel a little disappointed. Seeing you all sleepy and cold, needy for his coffee and hugs… Well, it was something he looked forward to every morning. Despite all these arising feelings, he manages to mumble, “you better,” as a response. You laugh sweetly and thank him.

“Have a good day, aki.” You sing sweetly.

“Ace?”

“Mhmm?”

Yoongi feels a lump in his throat form. He swallows it away and shyly reaches for reassurance.

“Call me later?”

“I will, silly. Goodnight,” you promise. “Sorry again.”

“It’s okay,” he tells you. “... And good morning, ace. I miss you.”

“Good morning, aki,” you yawn before ending the call. “I miss you too.”

Yoongi bumps into you on his way out of his 2PM lecture.

You’re laughing alongside some of the swimmers that tried to bid on you. He glares at the sight of them crowding over you and the way that Jungkook is standing on the sideline, shoving his face with a bag of cotton candy.

He approaches Jungkook first.

“What the fuck is that?” Yoongi growls.

With a mouth full of blue cotton candy, Jungkook smiles. “Swimmers gave me cotton candy for bringing ___ to our practice today.”

Yoongi hisses at Jungkook. “Thanks for trading our friendship for cotton candy.”

It’s not like he saw this coming. Jungkook is an easy guy to win over. Loyalty isn’t his strongest forum…

Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“As if she’d ever get over you. You can’t possibly be this insecure! Actually, I take that back. Let me see your abs right now so I can accurately measure how insecure you should be—”

Then, Jungkook reaches for the hem of Yoongi’s crewneck and tries to lift it up. Yoongi shoves the blue sugar-stained hands away and glares at Jungkook angrier than ever. Yoongi’s darting eyes make Jungkook feel uneasy.

It totally ruins his happy vibe.

“Geez… What crawled up your ass today?” Jungkook asks, disliking Yoongi’s attitude.

Yoongi has always been grumpy and shy but he has never been so moody and lost. It’s like he’s a puppy that just got kicked.. Jungkook feels bad for him.

Yoongi’s eyebrows knit together in confusion and ignores his friend’s question. He watches you nod politely at the swimmers. You look so pretty today. He should’ve seen you first—not them.

“She has class until 5:30PM on Tuesdays.. What’s she doing here with you?”

“A few of the education department profs have a conference a few cities away. Her entire Tuesday and Wednesday classes are empty this week! Except for her 7:30AM one today but apparently that got canceled. Didn’t she tell you?” Jungkook asks Yoongi rather dumbfounded. “Stop looking at me like you want to kill me.. I’m not the one that’s flirting with your girlfriend—”

“I’ll kill you, you little brat—”

“Yoongi!”

Your voice calling his name makes him gulp. He turns and sees you breaking through the crowd of swimmers and practically running to him. You giggle as you crash into him and greet him with a hug.

He wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. Yoongi wishes for this moment to last forever.

When you pull away, you smile at him brightly. “I was about to surprise and meet you at your lecture but I bumped into Jungkook and he asked me to watch his practice—”

“Your classes are canceled until Wednesday?”

“Oh? Yeah. I mentioned it a few days ago,” you tell him. “... I think?”

“You think?”

“I let Jungkook know!” you defend, knowing he’ll be a little upset. Honestly, these past few days have been so hectic… It’s not surprising that this slipped your mind too.

Yoongi pouts. “But you didn’t let me know.”

Your heart aches. You feel so bad.

“I’m sorry,” you hold his hand and squeeze them. “I should have left his practice earlier to catch up with you. I promised a friend a late lunch today so I’m going to meet up with her now.. I was just on my way. I’ll call you later though.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

With that, Yoongi feels empty when you let go of his hand and wave goodbye. You walk in the opposite direction and soon enough, he’s left alone with Jungkook.

“___ looks pretty today,” Jungkook comments.

“I know,” Yoongi groans. He turns to see the other swimmers watching you walk away as well. He instantly feels annoyed. “I fucking hate this.”

Later that night, you forget to call.

The day just went by so fast and by the time you get home, you knock out. It’s a little funny since you spent the morning sleeping in and now you’re asleep before 9PM.

Yoongi stays awake until 2:30AM waiting for your call.

He falls asleep feeling more and more anxious and annoyed.. It doesn’t last long though because he remembers how pretty you were as you ran to him this afternoon. How brightly you smiled and how tight you hugged him. It’s okay if you break a few promises… As long as were his… Everything should be okay.

And then it hits him.

You aren’t his yet.

The next day, you wake up to a bunch of texts from Yoongi. All updating you about his day and random thoughts that had popped up. You find it touching how he’s truly trying to be more communicative and feel like a complete asshole for falling short since yesterday.

Today, you hope to do better.

Today, you will do better.

You begin today with calling him. He answers after the third ring.

“Yoongi…”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters. “You forgot to call. You’re sorry. It’s okay. I’m not mad.”

You sigh and take a deep breath. “I liked your texts… They were really cute. Thanks for sending them.”

Yoongi can’t help but half-smile. He’s getting dressed for the day and your call surely made him feel relief from his overwhelming thoughts last night.

“It’s whatever. You never replied by the way…”

“I’m on a call with you right now,” you snicker, finding his sulking attitude to be quite cute. “Wow, I never knew you were this needy! To think you come off as a bad boy? Crazy…”

Your realization hits you hard. He’s always been a softie deep down, of course, you knew that… But this… This is a whole other level.

However, he ignores your comment and decides to prioritize his pride. Yes, he was needy and clingy when it comes to you… But if you already know, there’s no need to re-establish it.

“I know you’re probably busy today too so I’ll let you go… And I only updated you because I know you’d like it.”

“Awh,” you whine at his goodbye. “Don’t go. Don’t sulk. Don’t act like you don’t miss me.”

“I do miss you,” he confesses.

Your heart skips a beat.

“Where are you right now?” you ask him, recalling on your own that he should be free today.

“Home.. But I’m probably going to head to the gym. Jungkook’s been commenting on my abs lately and now I’m starting to be a little self-conscious.” A forced laugh escapes Yoongi’s lips. “Anyways, bye. Have a good day. Don’t call me… Maybe you’ll remember to do things you’re not supposed to do.”

In response, you gasp. “Stop it! Stay home. I’m coming over.”

“Why?”

“I miss you, duh.”

This time, Yoongi’s heart skips a beat.

“That so?”

“Yes, it is so. Don’t leave, okay? I’m coming over,” you practically nag. “… And fuck Jungkook.”

“No thanks.”

“Oh, it’s you... What do you want?” he crosses his arms and leans against his door. Downplaying his excitement is the best solution he’s found for this interaction. His greeting is his way of masking his pain.

He feels like he hasn’t seen you in forever when the truth is; it’s only been a day or two.

You roll your eyes and push past him, carrying a bag of groceries and your books. You set them on his kitchen island and begin to unpack.

“I brought over some of my lesson plan prep for next week. I think my kids will love our upcoming themes! Like, my partner and I planned a Disney theme at first but she suggested we do something like—”

Your words are cut off by Yoongi resting his chin on your shoulders and wrapping his arms around you. Hugging you from behind, he takes in the scent of your just-washed hair and nuzzles into your neck.

“Missed you.”

You like the way his body feels against yours. Heavy and comforting, you feel so safe and happy to be with him. You let him hold you and stay silent for a moment.

“Are you upset with me? I really didn’t mean to be such a lousy friend—”

“Girlfriend.”

“What?” you laugh as he breaks away from you.

He nods, holding your hands together and kissing them. With puppy eyes, he begs. “You need to make it up to me. Do you know how much sleep I’ve lost because of you? How sick to my stomach I’ve been without you? How neglected I’ve been feeling? Ugh, this is the least you can do.”

Yoongi never fails to amuse you. You lean back, playing along to his mood. “Oh my! How could I do such a thing to this sweet angel kitty face,” you tease, reaching for his cheeks and squishing them together. “How can I make it up to you?”

“Let me be your boyfriend,” he says through pucker lips. Your eyes widen and he takes your surprised reaction as a good sign. In a way, you look excited. It’s like he can feel your heart beating fast.

Before he continues, he gives you a minute to compose yourself. Yoongi then tilts his head at you and pouts. “___, I’m asking and confessing to you for the second time. This is it. I want to be yours. I want to miscommunicate, get upset, makeup, and be happy with you.”

Yoongi feels like every part of him is on fire. He’s so nervous and yet so foolishly confident. Time away from you made things so clear. He can’t do it! He can’t be away from you. He needs you. He wants you. He likes you so much… What else could he do but ask for you to his?

“Maybe.”

His mouth drops. “Maybe?”

“It’s not a no,” you laugh, pushing away from him and continuing to unpack as if he didn’t just cash in his second try. As if… As if he didn’t just put his heart out on the line again.

“It’s not exactly a yes either,” he counterpoints, shifting to face you. “___, be serious. What’s your answer?”

You look at him lovingly, knowing damn well that the answer isn’t what he wants to hear right now. You want to say yes. You want to give in so badly and just be happy together… But a part of you feels like it’s too early and too easy. Yoongi’s rejections made you go through so much and even if this isn’t about revenge—it’s a good lesson and journey to go through.

At the end of the day, Min Yoongi has always been dreamy.

To have him the way you do now… It’s a dream you don’t want to wake up from. So, you stay sleepy.

You press snooze.

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whyareyouhere66 · 11 months

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could u write a benny rodriguez x male reader with a really clingy reader who doesn’t wanna be annoying abt it but benny thinks it’s cute or something like that 🤝🤝

Im so sorry this took forever to get out

“Touch” - Benny Rodriguez x Male Reader

It’s just past noon, by the time Benny and Y/n had made it back from the sandlot, sweaty and tired. The heat made all the other boys quit much earlier than usual, which Benny grumbled about the whole way home, but Y/n saw from the sweat beading down their foreheads that it was definitely the right choice.

And, of course, he much preferred his spot in Benny’s air conditioned bedroom, sprawled against the dark-haired boys chest than the dusty baseball diamond, where heat loomed over every corner.

Even though body heat radiated off both of their bodies, Y/n’s nose just fit so perfectly nuzzled into the crook of Benny’s collarbone. He didn’t want to move.

“Y/n, I gotta take a leak.” Benny groaned from under his boyfriend’s weight, shifting about. Y/n holds him tighter.

“But I’m so comfortable now-“ he mumbles, voice lost in the hollow of Benny’s throat.

“I know, it’ll just be a second-“ he says, rolling to his side so Y/n falls into the mattress. The latter groans, unsatisfied, but quiets down when Benny brushes his lips over his temples in a quick kiss.

It stayed silent, the whole time Y/n was left alone in the bedroom. Which, meant there was nothing left but wandering thoughts to keep him entertained. The low rumble of a groan from Benny’s chest echoed through Y/n’s mind, and for a second he felt guilty.

He didn’t want his affection to come out as an inconvenience, after all. But Y/n pushes the thought away, burying himself further into the white pillows below him.

“Alright-“ Benny walked into the room once more, but instead of joining his partner on the bed, he tugged him up by his arms. “I want popcorn, you hungry?”

Y/n didn’t have much of a choice, already being pulled out of the room and down towards the kitchen, but either way he would’ve obliged.

That’s how the boys found themselves lounged on the couch, sound echoing from the tv’s small speakers. Benny himself was sprawled around on one end, his face sinking into the bend of his forearm on the arm of the couch.

“Hey, pass me the bowl, will you?”

Benny’s obviously tired voice rang out through the small living room, and Y/n saw only his eye as it poked out above his arm. It took him a moment to register what the brunette had even said, as his face was pressed up against the arm of the couch, his arm muffling his own voice.

Y/n grabbed the light blue bowl off the coffee table, passing it over to his boyfriend. Benny lazily grabbed it, rolling over onto his back before he tossed some of the popcorn into his mouth.

It was a much different position than the one they were in previously, Y/n already having noticed the distance. But he didn’t want to say anything, afraid to come off as “clingy” despite all his boyfriends gestures telling him that it was a welcomed behavior. So he sat still in the middle of the couch.

“Could you get any more of that on your shirt?” Y/n joked, smiling at the numerous kernels falling onto Benny’s chest. The latter smiled, but didn’t fire back.

Y/n’s hand twitched.

Even though the air around him was light, and familiar, he felt the thoughts from before creeping back into his mind, wondering, worrying that his touch made Benny uncomfortable. Was it too much?

For probably 5 minutes or so, since the tv turned on, he wondered if he could reach out and rest his hand on Benny’s knee, rest against his leg- something that if he were to question it aloud, it would sound stupid. Of course he could- it was a regular behavior between them. Hell, it was a regular behavior for most couples.

But something in his mind kept saying no, each time he would wonder.

Normally, there would be no hesitation. He loved nothing more than to simply hold him in his arms. He didn’t have to think about it, it was natural. He loved it. Sitting next to Benny in the privacy of their own room, Y/n’s hand would hold his, perhaps his legs would rest sprawled across his lap. And each time, it felt nice. Not even 20 minutes ago he was clinging to Benny like a touch starved koala.

But whenever he didn’t do it quick enough to beat the second thoughts, the worries that perhaps his touch was unwanted, he did hesitate. He’d hesitate, and it would take multiple minutes at a time to even get his fingers intertwined with Benny’s.

The talking part was easy- always had been. Even then, as they sat sprawled across Benny’s couch, y/n didn’t have to pause and think of what or how he should speak.

It was the touching that was hard. Because he wanted so badly to do it, and he knew he could, but he still held back.

Benny shifted on the couch, halfway through a sentence about their friend Ham, so his feet were resting on Y/n’s thigh. The movement made the h/c smile, looking down at his boyfriend for a moment, it acted as reassurance. He would never know how Benny thrived from his touch, too worried that it was that desire that Y/n had that would chase him away.

Perhaps it was because out in public, it wasn’t an option. He couldn’t hold Benny’s hand without it seeming “weird”, at most he could put his arm around the brunette’s shoulder and walk side by side. Perhaps, that invisible barrier carried itself into their privacy as well.

“Sometimes I wonder how he even-“ Benny paused, stretching to put the bowl back onto the coffee table. It clattered against the wood for a moment, before inevitably falling off the side.

Y/n grinned, laughing as his boyfriend groaned and visibly deflated.

“Damn it.” Benny mumbled, rolling off the couch to go get a broom. Y/n rolled his eyes, got up, and followed closely behind.

“My mom’ll kill me-“ Benny complains, walking into the kitchen.

“Well you gotta be more careful,” the h/c teen teased, leaning against the counter. Though Benny didn’t look at him, y/n still caught a glimpse of his smile as he circled the kitchen looking for the broom.

“Y’know, some help would be great.” Benny said, trudging back to the counter. Y/n shrugged his shoulders, elbows pressed into the marble surface. His eyes followed Benny’s figure, watching as it approached closer and closer before finally, the tan boy slumped against Y/n’s chest.

The movement sent a rush through his body, full of warmth. He took it as his cue, wrapping his arms around Benny’s torso and letting his face fall into the crook of his neck.

Finally, the fear was almost melted away. With the push he had been needing, Y/n melts into his boyfriends arms as they lean against the counter together and relax.

A small sigh of content escapes, and though Y/n didn’t notice, Benny smiled. He knew of Y/n’s “clinginess”, and he only hoped it would slip through the facade more often so they would be left with these moments.

“Wanna leave it there for a minute?” Y/n asked. Benny nodded, humming in response.

“Yeah, ‘s fine for now.”

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August, 2023

CW: Domestic violence, verbal and physical abuse, brief descriptive details of sexual violence. Minors DNI.

August 1, 2023. 9:00pm.

I’m a mom, now! I feel overjoyed, exhausted, and entirely overwhelmed by love. His name is Theo, and he’s just 2 hours old. I’m staring at him in the bassinet. He’s so sweet… My soul feels light for once. I always wondered if it was possible to feel this happy and free.

Harvey’s been hanging around, typical Harvey fashion he only wants to be around for the “important” windows of time. Not because he considered them important, but because he knew other people would be there and he wanted to save face. Anyway, he left 5 minutes after the nurses left the room, 10 minutes after the birth of our son.

I think he went back home. I don’t care.

I have Theo, and nothing matters. Love is a bond forged through shared experiences, and Theo had been mine long before his birth, and before mine.

August 4, 2023.

Back home with Harvey and Theo. Theo is still melting my heart with every second. I’ve been breastfeeding and staying up with him, making sure he’s clean and taken care of. He latches onto me easily, and hasn’t given me any issues. I don’t know why I’m so lucky, but I love him endlessly.

Harvey might not be the most emotional, but he is always financially taking care of us, and making sure I don’t have to work again until I’m ready. I’ve been working since I was 15, and while I have a full time job now, I’ve had 2-3 jobs at a time, for years. I’m just saying I’m tired.

Getting to spend this time with Theo, without having to worry about working to pay bills? It’s nice.

August 11, 2023.

I had been heating up pre-packaged meals for Harvey and I since I returned from the hospital, since I didn’t have the energy to stand in the kitchen and cook, and since Harvey absolutely refused to cook. On our 1 year wedding anniversary, 10 days after the birth of our son while I still hadn’t recovered, I decided to spend a little extra time to make him a fresh meal.

It took me a little longer than it would have if I was healed, but by the time he arrived home, the food was ready for him and I served it to him.

I walked to his side and kissed him, “Happy anniversary, Harvey… Thank you for everything you do for Theo and I.”

“Is this really what you fucking made?”

“What? You… you said you like this.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, are you stupid? Just because I like it, doesn’t mean I want it. Get me one of the packaged steaks or something,” his voice was getting louder, “hurry the fuck up!”

I quickly turned and started to get the packaged meal out of the fridge. I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough, because when I turned to walk to the microwave, I heard him get out of the chair violently causing it to screech against the floor.

“Harvey?”

He hit me right across the face. It was just a slap, but it was hard, “you’re fucking useless aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” I quivered in response, trying to get past him to microwave his meal for him.

He grabbed me and shoved me hard into the counters. He then grabbed my hair and threw me onto the ground. He picked up the food and put it in the microwave. He stood there waiting for it to finish, “stay on the ground, bitch. You don’t deserve to get up.”

August 30, 2023.

The second time that he beat me, he did it until I blacked out. A combination of punches, slaps, shoves… I don’t know, I disassociated during the beating.

When I came to after the black out, he was above me. He was inside of me.

“Harvey… We had to wait 8 weeks… Please, stop… You’re going to hurt me,” I was whimpering, the pain was already happening.

He put his hand over my mouth, and continued, even as the pain got worse for me, and I began to scream under him. Once he was finished, he pulled out and left to clean himself, leaving me to sit up.

I was laying on our bed, in a puddle of blood from what he had just done to me.

August 31, 2023.

Harvey held me and Theo in his arms today… he cried and apologized for the night before. I can’t leave him, Theo and I need him.

I keep seeing my bloody face in the reflection of Harvey’s eyes, above me — but I know I can’t go anywhere. This is the home I have created.

Note from Valya

Definitely one of the darker posts I’ve had to write for this story. Still, I hope it was a nice read and that D’s motivation to keep her family together was clear. See below for more of Dreams, Ink and Embers.

DIE MASTER LIST OR #LYONDIE

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boldlyvoid · 2 years

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Breakable Heaven | Chapter Six: Summer Job

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Summary: Spencer picks her up from work, treating her to something sweeter than ice cream

Warnings: love confessions, heart to heart with Aaron, First times, no condoms used, oral (fem receiving), face riding, squirting, creampies, angst at the end.

Word Count: 5.5K

Masterlist

a/n: shit goes down next week.

He knocks promptly at 8 am and all she does is groan.

“Come in?” Spencer answers for them.

He’s been laying completely still above the covers the whole night while she cuddled into him. She was so chatty before she fell asleep, she talked to him about everything and reminded him that she loved him every minute. Mostly after he said something that she found funny. He was genuinely concerned about how much she had to drink.

Aaron is relieved when he comes in to find Spencer fully clothed and above the sheets. “I brought you both some coffee,” he gives a slight smile and places them both on her nightstand.

“Thank you,” Spencer looks at him as neutrally as possible, trying to avoid all the shame and guilt he felt. “I’m sorry for—”

“Don’t,” Andy reaches up and places her hand over his face to shut him up.

Aaron laughs, “why?”

She sits up with a sigh, eyes still closed, she’s visibly pissed off. “I need you to stop being so loud.”

“Well, I also need some things from you,” Aaron takes a seat on the edge of her bed. “Both of you, actually.”

“Yes sir,” he sits up straighter and places his hands on his lap.

She reaches over him and grabs a cup of coffee, she cuddles into his side and rests her cheek on his shoulder when she’s not taking a sip.

“I know you’re both adults, and separately, I really trust you… together? I’m having a bit of a hard time. So the only logical and calm thing for me to do is set some ground rules to let you know what I’m comfortable with,” Aaron speaks as if he’s reading from a script.

Haley must’ve gotten to him.

“Whatever you want,” Spencer’s over-eager, tired of keeping secrets just to keep her.

“Can you be chill for 5 seconds,” she teases him with a straight face, too hungover for any other expression. She sighs, “what would you like, dad?”

“First, I want you to get a job… I think if you have something to do during the day you’ll feel more rewarded and that way you can afford your rent.”

“my What?” Her brows finally raise and he gets her full attention.

“Haley and I were talking and she thinks if you were to pay rent, a simple $50 every 2 weeks when you get paid, and then that way you can come and go as you please. I’m trading your curfew and the no boys in your room rule for a little more responsibility from you.”

“Yeah,” she nods, “just, promise me one thing?”

“Okay?” He’s skeptical.

“I want the rent I’m giving you to go into a savings account with a decent interest rate so that by the time he gets to college he’ll have a decent chunk of money,” she says firmly.

It was a tone that Spencer could never use with his boss, let alone his own father. He was a little shocked, and a little turned on to see her so dominant.

“That sounds very fair, and very responsible,” he agrees with a smile.

“Is there a kind of job I need to get?” She asks for the specifics of his rules.

He sucks his teeth and shakes his head, “nope, just something that gets you through the summer.”

“Okay good cause I’m not going back to the yogurt shop,” she jokes. “Is anyone at the FBI looking for an assistant for the summer?”

“I can ask around… or you could come to work with us today and ask yourself.”

She sighs, “okay, but I don’t have pants on, so, time to get out.”

Aarons starts to worry, but then again he knew that was how she usually slept and so he chilled himself down. “Okay,” he stood up and gave her a fake smile. “I’ll see you downstairs, I plan to leave in 30 minutes and Spencer's car better not be in the way.”

“It won’t be,” Spencer answers for himself, “I’ll go now too.”

“Noo,” she grabs his arm and doesn’t let him go, “I’ll ride in with Spence, I just need a few minutes to change.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” he presses his lips together in a disappointed smile. “Love you, moon pie.”

She giggles, he hasn’t called her that since she was really little. “Love you, too.”

He closes the door behind himself and then they’re alone. Spencer takes the mug from her hand and puts it back on the night table so that he could lunge at her and kiss the crap out of her.

She laughs against his lips as her head hits the pillows. She cups his face in her hands and kisses him back with passion and love… so much love.

He pulls away and hovers over her, staring into her eyes, “do you remember everything from last night?”

She nods, pink with embarrassment. “I’m sorry for yelling.”

“It’s okay, I’ve wanted to scream that I love you for a long time now too,” he admits with a sweet smile. “I love you very much, Andrea Hotchner.”

“It only sounds good when you say it,” she teases so she doesn’t cry. She's hungover, emotional, and overwhelmed. “I’m really glad I didn’t fuck everything up last night.”

“Me too,” he teases her back and leans in for another kiss but she pushes him back with a laugh.

“I’m serious, I’m surprised you even wanted to come get me after I ignored you for a few days.”

He sits up and pulls her back up too, “you had every right to stop talking to me, I got you in trouble with your dad… and I knew because he was mad at me at work, I’ve done so much paperwork I feel hungover with this headache.”

“Oh my god, really?” She keeps her voice down and carefully touches his face, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know how he figured it out?”

He looks at her with a brow raised, “really?”

“What?”

“From the moment he interrupted our conversation at the banquet I think he knew this was going to happen,” he can’t help but laugh, “we’re not subtle. And he’s a Hotchner, too.”

She knew he wasn’t wrong. “And I kinda told him I thought you were really cute that day I brought his lunch in…”

“Really?” He feels his heart beat faster, he felt childish getting butterflies but it also made him thankful that real love felt so free.

She nods, “and he, being a Hotchner, translated that to ‘you want to take his virginity, don’t you?’ And I couldn’t say no,” she whispers, leaning in closer and kissing his cheek again.

“Is there anything embarrassing he hasn’t told you about me yet?” He asks, disappointed that his reputation in her home was ‘the nerdy virgin who can't shoot his way out of a paper bag’ when he thought the world of her.

“It’s a dream of mine,” she admits, “if I didn’t have to get ready to leave, like right now, I’d want to make it come true right here with you.”

“My hands are tied here, angel,” he whispers, “we made a deal with your dad.”

“He said boys are allowed in my room?”

“And I respect him too much to lose my virginity in his daughter's room when I need to move my car out of his way and get to work by 9,” he’s assertive, letting her know where he stands and where he wants to stay in her dad's books. “He’s not just my boss, he’s the father of the woman I love the most in the entire world. I can’t fuck that up.”

“I fucking love you,” she wraps her arms around him and holds him close, “never change.”

“You made me this way, so in a way, I am changed since getting to know you,” he whispers against her hair and then kisses the side of her head.

—

The ride into Quantico was quiet. She had a second cup of coffee and a large bottle of water inside her purse, feeling like she was a zombie she was so hungover, but she needed to do this.

She was dressed in a nice pantsuit, hair still nice from the night before and the same makeup just slightly touched up after sleeping in it. She probably looked the way she felt, but Spencer kept just saying she looked beautiful.

They walk into the bullpen holding hands and slowly, but surely, all eyes are on them.

She walks him to his desk with a smile, he’s in the same outfit from the night before and it looks suspicious, but she likes the looks they’re getting. People are starting to think, gears are turning, and theories are being made, but everything is confirmed when she kisses his cheek, “you have a good day at work, okay, baby?”

He nods with a smile, “I have lunch at 11:45 if you want to have it with me?”

“Sounds good,” she can’t help but smile as she looks into his big brown eyes, in heels she was the same height as him, she didn’t need to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him this time.

He places a hand on her cheek and kisses her right on the lips, “I love you, good luck out there.”

“Thank you,” she blushes, she didn’t think he’d say that so publicly, but it makes her proud. Proud to be his. “I love you too,” she gives him one more kiss and then she breaks away.

If she didn’t leave now, she never would. She just gives him a wave and starts her walk back towards the glass doors, she looks back at him one last time with a smile, and then she’s gone.

She smiles the whole way down the hallway to Penelope’s office, she goes to knock but it's wide open as she has her morning coffee with Derek.

“Good morning,” she’s awfully cheerful now for a hungover woman. “You missed a show in the bullpen…”

“What? Someone flirt with you in front of your dad?” Derek attempts to tease her.

“I kissed an agent I’m in love with in front of everyone,” she recounts with a smirk.

He laughs, “okay, and President Bush is coming in later too, right?”

“Go ask anyone in there, Elles probably losing her mind right now…”

“Poor Spence,” Penelope frowns, “I mean, I’m happy for you that you found someone, but I thought he had a little crush on you…”

“Oh, he does… but he’s also in love with me, and I told everyone in there that I love him back.”

Derek laughs until he realizes how serious she is and it tapers off, “… I’m sorry, what?”

She nods with a cheeky smirk, “you walked in on Spencer slapping my ass after making out in the garden for 5 minutes, did you really think Spencer made a joke about you?”

“I— but— I— no??”

She laughs, “exactly.”

“I gotta go,” he basically runs down the hallway, and she swears she hears him yell, “MY MAN!” From inside the bullpen.

“I’m so happy for you,” Penelope wraps her up in a hug, “what else are you doing here, besides dropping off your boyfriend?”

“I’m trying to find a summer job,” she explains as she pulls away, “I have a copy of my resume on a USB, do you think you could print off a few for me?”

“No need,” she waves her off, “I need an assistant, Anderson just put a listing up for me, if you get to him quick he can take it down before anyone applies.”

“Seriously?”

Penny nods, “yeah, now that we have more members and the teams getting more funding, I need a few extra hands and you’re basically a genius too, why not?”

She gets bashful at the compliment, “I wouldn’t say genius when Spence is just down the hall, but I think I can do it.”

“I know you can.”

And so she ran back to the bullpen and found Anderson, he took the job listing down and she made her way right up to HR to start her security clearance and get herself all settled for a job with the FBI.

Working with Spencer was going to be interesting… working with her own father, however, that was going to be a piece of cake. At least she kept telling herself that to hopefully make it true.

—

He doesn’t say much on the way home, as if he thinks that not talking means there isn’t a problem.

He was having a problem with her working for them while also dating Spencer.

“You know, HR was really okay with me and Spencer dating, cause I’m not an agent, I’m technically a temp, they can let me go at any time and I’m not here long anyway, which means that it’s not a conflict of interest if you were worrying about Strauss getting on your case.”

“I wasn’t, but thank you for the explanation… I can tell you’ve been spending a lot of time with Spencer.

She nods, “yeah… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I wanted to make it work before you knew, I thought if I could get to love me then you couldn’t scare him away… and then I fell in love with him.”

“I heard,” he doesn’t seem too happy for her. “I just wish it was you who told me, not Anderson.”

“I’m sorry.”

She sighs, “it’s okay, but I’d like you to know from here on out, that you can tell me anything.”

“He wants to meet mom,” she wants to cry again as she says it. “He knows she’s gone, but he said he wants to still go to Virginia Beach to nan and pops so he can see the urn and tell her that even though she’s watching over me, he’s on her team. He said he’s never going to hurt me.”

“Wow,” he seems choked up too. “I didn’t know you two were so serious?”

She nods, “I didn’t expect it either, but he’s wonderful, dad. I know you see him as this know-it-all, ass-kissing dork that knows more than you and can be a bit annoying… but he’s also everything I’ve ever wanted in a man and then some. He makes me feel very safe, I know I’m loved, he makes me feel truly pretty and wanted, not just fawned over… he likes me for me.”

“That’s all I could ever ask for,” he reaches out for her hand and gives it a good squeeze.

She holds it the rest of the way home, letting him soak in the father-daughter time while he still could. She knew this was hard for him, it’s exactly why he called her moon-pie. His mom started it, she was too sad to be called it after her nanny passed away, so she hasn’t heard it in years, but it meant he was missing that time of her life.

Back when she wanted to be held all the time, back when she fell asleep in his arms and needed him to kiss all of her boo-boos better. Even though he was getting a second child to go through all that with soon, he still missed that part of their life together.

“Thanks for everything, dad,” she smiles. “I don’t think I ever said that for everything you’ve done and gone through for me… for us. Jack's really lucky that this is the place we're in when he enters the world, he’s going to be such a happy kid.”

“I’m glad we’re talking like this again,” he lets himself show some emotion to her as a tear sneaks down his cheek. “I’ve missed my little girl.”

“I’ve missed her too,” she admits. “I grew up too fast, to be honest, it’s why I snuck out last week.”

“Were you serious about sleeping with Spencer in his car?”

“Yes, but as in we fell asleep in the back after star gazing in Gideon's back yard,” she admits. “I haven’t slept with him yet… he’s still a virgin and he didn’t want his first time to be in his car and—

“And?” He’s invested. “You’re an adult, I need to accept it. I was having sex at 14, I can’t be so prudish with you after that.”

She laughs, “well, I had sex in college with this guy who was really, really selfish…”

“Oh… well fuck that guy,” he tries to react like a friend. “Did you tell Spencer that?”

She nods, “yeah, and so now it’s his mission basically to make sure our first time together is something special.”

“I can respect that,” he’s genuinely proud of them. “You’re still on the pill, right?”

She nods, “and we’ll use condoms,” she assures him. But she doesn’t truly mean it.

Not after the dirty talk, she had with Spencer on the phone…

“If we don’t have a case this weekend, you should spend it with him,” he offers. “I know you don’t need my permission anymore, but, you don’t have to lie about where you’re going ever again. Have a good time while you’re still young.”

He pulls onto their street then, it wouldn’t be long till she could go back to her room and get in bed and call Spencer. “Thank you, I’ll see if he wants to do something… I really appreciate you being so cool about this, I’m sure it’s not easy.”

“You’re my best friend,” he admits, “I know it should be Haley, but you’ve been my little buddy since I first held you in the hospital. As your father, I want to protect you, as your best friend, however, I know Spencer’s the best person to care for you when I can't.”

He arrives at their front gate then, he rolls his window down and types in the code so they can continue home. When they come to a stop he takes off his seat belt and turns to her, “I love you very much, Andy, and if Spencer loves you even half as much as I do, then I know you’re in good hands.”

She takes her seatbelt off and pulls him into a hug, one that spoke louder than any words she could’ve offered him.

—

The next night when they get off work they go right to dinner at her favourite spot in town, it was a little diner called Queens that offered the best food from all around the world. She had fun picking different meals together every time she went with her dad, and now Spencer got to experience it too.

And on the way back to Spencer’s house, where she stayed for the whole weekend unless they had a case, they got some ice cream. He always paid, they ate in his car and talked about their days and then the festivities started.

His lips are still cold from his frozen treat, blue from the flavouring, adding a carton feel to being cold, but she doesn’t stop him on his way down. It’s too hot already, and it’s only the beginning of July… his cold lips and freezing tongue are actually quite refreshing.

Her teal dress shirt was discarded somewhere in his living room, her pants are by the bedroom door, and her bra is barely hanging off the end of the bed, leaving her in just her panties.

He rests his hands on her knees as he spreads her legs apart, tracing down towards her aching core with the tips of his fingers, his touch like oxygen igniting her embers, sending a red flame roaring through her, she wanted so much more of him.

“Are we doing this?” She asks.

He nods, “I’d like to, would you?”

She sits back up and starts helping him unbutton his shirt, “I’d love nothing more than to be your first, Spencer.”

“Would you mind if I took a few minutes to light some candles?”

She shakes her head, brushing her hands down his bare chest on her way to his belt. “I don’t mind, this is your night, remember.”

“Our night,” he corrects her, “I want it to be memorable for you too.”

She smiles, gently looking up into his eyes, “I’m so glad we waited… seriously Spence, no matter what happens, this is going to be the best night of my life.”

He cups her face in his hands and kisses the tip of her nose, “get comfortable, I’ll just be a second.”

She sits with her back against the headboard, hands over her boobs as she hides her exposed skin. She was only slightly nervous, he’s seen her naked a few times before but that was in the heat of the moment… this felt way more intimate as each candle was lit around his room.

He reaches into his nightside drawer and takes out a condom, “I bought these just the other day, promise.”

She laughs, easing the tension she was feeling, “you know, I was going to let you hit it raw, right?”

His cock stands tall in his boxers, twitching at the words she just said. His face, however, is frozen in shock. She giggles and kneels on the edge of the bed, placing her hands on his bare chest so she could see if his heart was beating as fast as hers. He was warm and he smelled good, she relaxed as he wrapped his arms around her, “are you serious?”

She nods, “I’ve been on the pill for over a year, I take it every morning at 11, I never miss it, there is no chance you’re going to knock me up.”

His hands slip down her back and cup her ass, tugging her in closer to his chest so their skin is touching, “but are you sure?”

She nods, “I gave my virginity to a guy who didn’t deserve it, not like you… I want to give you everything, all of me. I’m yours now, Spencer.”

His bottom lip quivers, “I love you,” he whispers, trying not to cry and making her tear up too.

She cups his face in her hands, “I love you, so much.”

He kisses her, hard, on the lips, with more passion, love and lust than he’s ever possessed for her before. He lays her back against the bed as his kisses head south. She lifts her hips so he can slip her panties off and spread her legs apart. He has a better view this time, instead of the darkness of his backseat, she was illuminated by candlelight.

He dropped to his knees on the floor, he was just tall enough to drag her hips to the edge of the bed and come face to face with her pussy. He licks his lips and wraps his arms around her thighs.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she teases him. She reaches forward and runs her fingers through his hair, pulling his face in closer once she gets a good grip on his roots.

“Mm, maybe next time,” he mumbled, breath hot against her aching core as he got closer and closer.

Her grip tightens when she feels his wet tongue on her, she always knew it would feel amazing but Spence blew every expectation out of the water. Ever since last week when his lips first met her clit and his tongue fucked her hole, she knew she was a changed woman.

Nothing was ever going to compare to the absolute euphoria of being brought to orgasm by Spencer Reid's exquisite mouth.

She lets herself be loud, enthusiastically grinding against his face while he mins against her skin, “fuck, baby, oh my god…”

The sounds of him slurping and sucking on her skin with a pop, the sounds are so dirty it shouldn’t be as fucking hot as it is, she needs to see him more than anything. She pulls his face back by his hair, his mouth, nose and chin all glistening with her nectar.

“What?” His lips are swollen and his eyes blown so wide you’d never know they were brown. They were so dark with lust that it excited her.

“You’re so hot when you’re all messy like this,” she groans, combing his hair back out of his face and guiding him up towards her for a kiss.

She tastes herself on him, moaning into his mouth in agreement that she did taste good. Without any words, she gets him onto the bed and lays on his back, the kissing only stops as he guides her up his body and has her sit on his face so he could really use all of himself to get her off.

She was a bit embarrassed by how wet she was, but she didn’t care as soon as he started tongue fucking her again. The tip of his nose rubbing against her clit, his hands stretched her cheeks apart and guided her hip movements. He wanted to suffocate under her, happy to have "death by pussy" on his headstone.

She was so close, that all too familiar feeling in her gut was too strong to hold back, more powerful than ever before, she cums with such force she can’t even make a sound. She grips the headboard for support and quakes over top of him, making the whole frame shake and smack the wall with a rhythmic knock.

Spencer is a moaning mess under her, mumbling profanities and encouragement as she rode the feeling out on his face. She when was too fucked out to do anything more she lifted herself onto wobbly knees and backed up, sitting on his stomach gently instead, she noticed just how big of a mess she made. Down his neck, pooled by his shoulders and darkening the light green pillow, she realized she did more than just cum, she squirted over him and he was so proud of her for it. He runs his hands up and down her thighs, “fuck, angel…”

She reached over for some tissues and starts to clean him up a bit, “didn’t know you could do that?”

“Me either,” she blushes, embarrassed to be called out for it. “I’ve never sat on anyone's face before that…”

“Challenge accepted,” he teases. “I’m going to do that every chance I get, now.”

She giggles, still floating in the post-orgasm bliss while her body twitched and settled back down. “And I’m here all weekend…”

She back up off him even further and rests at the foot of the bed, “you have more bedsheets right?”

He nods, “and pillows… these are toast.”

She hides her face in embarrassment, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it was the best thing to happen in his bed so far,” he sits up, cock aching to be freed in his boxers. Tented and soaked with a growing wet spot, she couldn’t wait to have him inside of her.

She reaches into his underwear and pulls his cock out, stroking it a few times before he gasps and begs her to stop, “I need like 2 minutes to cool down so I don’t cum the second I get inside of you.”

Her whole body lights up at the thought of that. Something about him being so helplessly horny for her, so bewitched by her feminine wiles that he finishes before they can even get started... She moans, it’s more like a purring than anything, “that would be so hot…”

He laughs, “you’re just saying that to make me feel better.” He gets off the bed and pushes his boxers to the floor and walks toward the bathroom door.

“I’m being serious.”

“Okay,” he still doesn’t believe her when he comes back with a towel to wrap around a pillow and place under her head at the foot of the bed.

“I like knowing I can do that to you,” she whispers, spreading her legs as she lays back and waits for him to crawl between them again.

“Why’s that?” He asks getting between her legs and resting his chest against hers.

She wraps her legs around him and keeps him there, “cause you don’t just want me as a notch on your bedpost, you desire me in a way that makes you desperate for any part of me… can’t a girl enjoy being loved?”

He pulls back enough to look between their bodies and line up with her entrance, “is that what this is? Making love?”

Tightening her grip on him she helps him push inside for the first time ever, she makes the most beautiful shocked gasp he’s ever heard, he’s the biggest she’s ever had, which wasn’t a long list. “Yes, Spencer, it is…”

He stays completely still, completely inside of her as he hovers there. He brushes her hair out of her face and cups her cheek, “thank you, for being my first.”

She pulls him in for a kiss, otherwise, she’d cry and she really didn’t want to ruin it. He starts to move his hips as the kiss gets more intense, moaning into each other’s mouths while their tongues became reacquainted.

His pubic bone kept grinding against her clit, adding more friction between them, bringing the inferno inside of her back to a blaze. He broke the kiss to suck on her neck, one hand playing with her boob as his kisses went south and his hips sped up. He flicks her nipple piercing with his tongue, groping her other breast with his free hand, she could feel him from every angle, he was everywhere. She felt like his, officially.

“Oh, Spence,” she gasped, unable to breathe the closer she got, she tried to fight it long enough to cum with him, while he tried his hardest to wait for her.

“Cum for me,” he whispers just below her ear, reaching between them to push her legs up so he could fuck into her with more force. “I know you can do it, come on, angel.”

She tosses her head back with a high-pitched moan, “please, please,” she chants, knowing she’s allowed to cum but wanting him to get her there faster.

With a few fingers, he rubs her clit fast and hard, making her scream as she came again, tightening around him as her body twitched with pleasure. He couldn’t hold back any longer, he drops to her chest and wraps his arms around her, he ruts into her faster and faster and then stills with a shutter.

It’s so warm inside of her, she wraps her arms and legs around him and for some reason, she starts to cry.

She had all of him now, just like he had all of her.

He sniffles too as he kisses the side of her neck, “thank you.”

She kisses his sweaty forehead and then rests her cheek against it, “thank you, baby.”

He squeezed her a bit tighter, “I love you…”

“I love you too.”

—

They walk into work on Monday happier than ever before, holding hands between them and carrying coffee cups in the other. They didn’t care that everyone was watching them, or that everyone was talking, it was nice to know that they could still impress people at the FBI, being as young and talented as they were.

They head right into the bullpen, up the stairs and into the briefing room where they find the rest of the team.

There’s a big blue banner that says congratulations, there are donuts in the middle of the table and they all cheer as soon as they walk in. Penelope has gotten each team member a confetti popper, they launch in their direction as soon as the team sees them enter the room. “Wooo!!!”

“What the heck is this for?” Andy asks, confused as all hell.

“Spencer lost his virginity!” Derek cheers, not caring that he just embarrassed Spencer beyond his wildest dreams. He drops her hand and rushes out of the room.

“Hey!” Andy shouts at Derek, “that’s not cool, I will go to HR about this, I don’t give a fuck how long you’ve been working here, this is work place harassment and I won’t stand for it.”

“I’m sorry—

“You should be. Spencer is different than you, we all are. Just because you had no problem being a whore as soon as you hit puberty doesn’t mean that there’s something wrong with him or that he’s behind. And you don’t know ANYTHING about what he’s been through before me, so next time, keep it to yourself.”

She takes a step towards the door and then turns back to them, "when you take all this down, we’ll be back. For. Work.”

She rushes out of the room to find Spencer, she had no idea where he went, Anderson sees her panic as she looks around for him, so he points towards Gideons office. She hurries up the stairs and towards his slightly open office door only to hear the worst thing imaginable.

“I thought I told you not to date her?”

“We’re not dating,” he tells Gideon. “We’re just sleeping together.”

Her heart shatters to the floor in a million little pieces.

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Finally last chapter!

this is chapter 1 and this is chapter 2:))

word count: 8.3k (I got carried away)

warnings: smut, choking, unsafe sex, praise kink, age gap

Daniel arrived at the Mexican Grand Prix , his head turning around looking for specific someone. He was very well aware it’s unlikely but a little hope wouldn’t hurt. It was still practice session so he decided to keep the hope up. He tried to walk around with his signature smile on his face cause he didn’t want to cause any unnecessary gossip.

He sat down in his driver’s room, with his custom made Beats by Dr.Dre headphone listening to “I’m on fire” by Bruce Springsteen. In these past two weeks he has reviewed the same memory to the point that even God was tired of it.

He didn’t see nor heard anyone entering the room until his headphones were ripped off his head “Dude we’ve been knocking for 5 minutes, you’re gonna be late come on” Michael stood there staring down at his friend who looked like as if his ships had gone down.

Michael extended his hand and he stood up “Cmon you have a race” he shook his head but didn’t move.

“Still thinking of her?”

Daniel rubbed his eyes “I don’t know man it’s just-“ he didn’t know how to finish it

“It’s ok I understand, if you needed someone I’m here”

Both exchanged a hug and Daniel went ahead.

After the first practice he ran into Max.

Max didn’t miss the way his usual smile didn’t reach his eyes and how he seemed out of his head.

“Hello Maximus, how are you in this warm Mexico weather?” Another smile

Max rolled his eyes at the nickname habit both Daniel and her had developed for him, both being unaware that the other one was doing it “that’s what she calls me, I think she has my name saved like that”

As soon as she was mentioned, Daniel’s face basically lit up, the smile finally reached his eyes.

“Yeah? She does?”

Max got closer and whispered “you ok there?”

His face fell “is it that obvious?”

He slapped his friend’s back “don’t worry it’ll be ok”

“You know something I don’t?”

Max didn’t want to give away anything from the call “no why would I?”

He was right, why would he?

Max caught Charles in the paddock and the pair started walking. For sure the medias were very curious about why these two were such a close friend all of a sudden.

“I talked to Daniel” Max talked in a low voice, careful not to get caught by anyone

“How was he?”

“Not as good as he seems, I’ve never seen him this way”

“Neither have I, you sure she is coming? I don’t see her around”

“Yes, but she didn’t say when”

Daniel decided it was enough, he put aside all his thoughts got in the car and went for qualifying with his mind being nowhere but on the road and focused on having a good session.

It worked, at the end of the day he qualified P7, qualifying 3 positions above his teammate was a cherry on top. He got out of the car, weighted himself and took of his helmet. Team members came to him with congratulations, hugs and smiles and lastly Michael appeared, hugged him and whispered “that’s the Daniel I know, keep it up man”

Finally it was the race day, Daniel woke up in his hotel. He didn’t stand up immediately, instead his hand grabbed his phone and unlocked it only to be met with a new post by her. It wasn’t anything big, just a picture of her reading a book in library but his eyes lingered. He still didn’t move, he scanned the picture for any potential details that a normal person would miss because they don’t care enough. His finger threatened to double-tap the picture but he decided against it, locked the phone and buried his head between the soft pillows, swearing and kicking his legs like a little kid who wasn’t allowed to have chocolate on Halloween night. He was frustrated in every way that a man could be. He felt like there was no escaping the rut he was stuck in. With another swear he sat on the bed, ruffled his hair and decided to get on with the day. He knew damn well his mind wasn’t in the right place that day but he could only hope for the best.

He didn’t like the way he looked around in a hope of catching the sight of her with that flawless smile and those eyes who would look at him like- like he couldn’t even describe it but whatever it was he loved it more than he let on.

He was thankful on a busy race day no one would pay attention to him enough to interrogate what was going on. He did the routine, warmed up put on his fireproof cloth and race suit. Lastly played a song on his headphone and headed for the car with a deep breath.

She don’t know how she did it but she did it, found someone to replace her at the hospital, packed ,got a one way ticket to Mexico, called his dad and Max to tell them she has decided to come and made sure to tell them she’ll be late. Due to the schedule being tied she couldn’t have her car in Mexico but that was her least issue for now. She changed into her Mexican style off shoulder top and white pants, on her way out she caught Nina in the elevator

“I don’t know what happens but I’m more than happy you are going, was getting awkward seeing you eye fucking Daniel’s posters”

She jokingly punched her shoulder “hey I wasn’t that bad”

Nina pretended she was thinking “no, oh wait you were worse. You literally made Max Verstappen to fly here”

“That’s fair”

“But really, you made the right choice, things will go perfectly, don’t forget to tell me the news and have a safe flight”

“I will, thank you”

“Go get that boy, bet he’ll love the top” they both laughed and separated ways.

She had a night shift day before, and for some reason she was too busy that she barely got any rest let alone sleeping. Due to her luck at that time of the day the streets were empty and she didn’t have to endure horrible airport traffic. The ritual before the flight went well and she was never this excited about a first class seat because all she wanted was some decent sleep, and it didn’t take her long.

By the time she woke up, the plane was about to land.

The first person she called was her dad

“My dearest father, I have arrived”

Sebastian was still in disbelief “i still can’t believe you’re convinced let alone you’re here”

“Dad, that’s not point. I need you to come get me at the entrance I don’t have a pass”

He didn’t miss the layer of happiness in her voice, she sounded like a totally different person than two weeks ago.

“Alright alright”

“And one more thing”

“Yes?”

“Can you sneak me in?”

Seb made a face that she couldn’t see “sneak? What are you a thief?”

She rolled her eyes, unwillingly sharing the answer “I wanna surprise Dan when his race is over”

He couldn’t hide the teasing smile on his lips “oh it’s Dan now? Not Daniel?”

“Dad please, I’m gonna get the car I rented and I’ll call you ok?”

She settled for a 2015 Nissan Altima, set the location on the GPS. She could already feel her heartbeat being higher than normal and her legs were bouncing with anticipation of seeing Daniel again. The closer she got, the more questions attacked her mind, would he appreciate her? Would he like her to be there? What if he doesn’t care anymore? Or worse what if he hated her for leaving that night?

While the questions were spiraling in her mind, she called Seb. She used the time to put on some makeup and picked the red lipstick, someone knocked on window and she rolled it down, focusing mainly on doing a perfect lipstick.

“Change your sit” her dad called out

“What? Why?”

He pointed at her “you’re not me and I don’t see a pass around your neck”

They exchanged the seat and he drove the car to the parking. Her heart was thumbing loud in her chest that she thought her dad on driver’s seat can hear it.

“Hey calm down it’ll be ok”

She sat straight and shook her head, denying his statement “I’m calm”

He glanced at her and did one of his famous laughs “no you’re not, it’s just Daniel nothing to worry about”

“What if-“

“No don’t, no ifs” he interrupted her and parked the car, throwing her pass at her.

“Now get out, we got a race to attend”

When they arrived to the security, max was waiting, impatiently pacing around

“Can’t believe it took you 3 days to show up, poor boy is dying without you”

“Max what are you doing here?”

“I messaged him dad, Maxton sweetie some of us have other professions and college”

Max laughed at his new nickname and looked her up, she looked different with off shoulder Mexican style shirt, white pants, her hair tied behind her back, her face hidden behind big sunglasses and mask.

“What’s with the disguise?”

Seb sighed “she doesn’t want Daniel to see her yet”

“You know what, I’m not even gonna ask more questions”

She settled inside the motorhome in front of a tv, there was no way she would meet Danny before the race, she didn’t know what to do or what to say and she certainly didn’t intend to ruin his race.

Her eyes were glued to the screen to catch Daniel until she saw a head full of curls with headphone, her heart dropped and she gripped the chair’s handle tight. She didn’t realize he had that type of effect on her. Her throat felt tight and a tear left her eye. She knew she was overreacting but she couldn’t stop, in that moment she realized how much she had fallen in love with him.

The race started, she watched Valtteri and Max taking off until Max had the lead and she fist bumped the air, but when Daniel’s car touched Bottas’ and they both fell back in positions she couldn’t help but to scream a loud fuck, thankful no one was around to hear, after all Daniel not doing good still hurt her.

By the last lap when she realized nothing gonna change and positions are all the same way, she left the motorhome to catch Daniel (plus her dad, Max and Charles).

Max won the race, both Charles and her dad finished top 10 and she was more than happy for them but she needed to see someone else. She stood in front of the McLaren garage, sneaking glances at what was happening and waiting for drivers to show up. She fixed her big sunglasses and breathed in the air. The weather was pretty nice.

As she was waiting, Michael came out of Daniel’s side, and looked at her, then walked to her and started speaking “it’s you, I know you”

She raised her eyebrows in curiosity “oh?”

“Daniel can’t shut up about you, by the way I’m Michael”

Her chest swelled with butterflies at the thought of Daniel talking about her. She extended her hand for a handshake “yes yes I know, nice to finally meet you”

Michael looked at her thoughtfully “actually you know what, I have an idea that he might like it”

That’s how she ended up next to Daniel’s team radio, with big orange headphone over her head waiting for signal to talk. Tom, his engineer gave the last orders and signaled her to start speaking. The corner of her lips curled up at the thought of what she was about to say.

“Daniel Ricciardo what the fuck is this result? Should I rip all your posters off my wall?”

Daniel swallowed hard, the race was over and the result was not good, in fact it was very bad. As usual he said “understood” to last words and started doing the cool down lap until he heard it, her voice in his ear, for a slight second he thought he had gone delusional but no, it was her voice, in his team radio. Despite the bad result he giggled, a genuine laugh roused from his chest, his heart leaped and he felt euphoric, smiling wide under his helmet he said “enchanté, mon amour”

She laughed when she heard his famous “enchanté” followed by him calling her “my love”

With that comment a bomb exploded, in commentators room they heard a girl’s voice in a driver’s team radio and they knew they had to play it “now we are hearing some exciting words in Daniel Ricciardo’s team radio, let’s see what’s going on”

At her comment the whole garage tried to stifle a laugh, even Andreas had to use his hand not to laugh loud. The whole thing was too exciting that some team engineers told their respective drivers about it.

Daniel was shaking with excitement in his car, feeling like a giddy little boy when he parked it.

She walked out the garage, eyes searching for him.

Daniel jumped out of the car and went for weighting. Then he started walking towards the McLaren garage with big steps, undoing his helmet. She watched him coming, her heart was beating so loud that she could swore it would score a best lap. A small crowd had gathered around, all waiting to see how the moment would unravel, even some drivers hung around to see what was going to happen.

Words failed to describe the moment they both stood face to face, Daniel clumsily handed his helmet to someone and stared at her, a laugh skipped his mouth, the P12 long forgotten “it really is you” he was afraid to touch her, what if she would disappear, what if she was a picture his mind draw to distract him from a depressing result?

She laughed in return, her heart beating in her ear and her body shaking in excitement “it is really me”

Without further thinking he put his hand on her face and leaned down for a long waited kiss, without a care in the world she slipped her hand in his sweaty curls and kissed back. Oh how she has missed his soft lips, the way he would subconsciously suck her lips and his tongue dancing in her mouth, the feeling of his beard sent goosebumps all over her in the hot afternoon.

Cameras didn’t miss this moment, photographers frantically took pictures, multiple cameras captured it, fans cheered and drivers smiled at the scene. No one thought it was possible to see Daniel Ricciardo happier than how he always was but they were wrong. In that moment he was flying, her lips on his, her hands tangled between his curls as he sucked her red lipstick clean. Before pulling away completely, he leaned down and left a kiss on her bare shoulder, gaining “awww” from the audience and pulled her into a hug. Everything felt so magical, his arms wrapped around her as neither could stop smiling, she adored the way he hugged her, keeping her too close as if he was scared she would runaway.

“Oh my god what did we do?” She asked when reality hit.

“I just know I don’t regret it even though I’m gonna get buried in questions. It was totally worth it”

For last time, she stood on her tiptoe and kissed his cheek, his smile was so wide that she felt it under her lips.

“You should clean up the lipstick probably” she whispered

He touched his lips and chin, staring at the red color on his fingertips and laughed again. Anytime she heard his laugh, butterflies would go insane in her belly and her eyes rolled backwards due to the amount of joy.

“Let’s give them something to talk about huh?” Daniel said mischievously, reaching his hand and took hers, both their fingers playing with each other.

“We talk after I’m done with media duties, right?” The wink he sent had her brain going feral “yes yes we will”

Seb stood aside and watched all of this from aside, smiling at how happy his daughter looked in a long time, and beyond that happy he didn’t just sit aside and watch. She walked to him with shy smile, to prove her it’s all right he pulled her into a hug, she gladly accepted and hugged him back tightly murmuring “are you mad?”

“No why would I be?”

They separated but stayed close to each other “you look happier than ever, that’s what I care about alright?” he continued with a soft smile, not wanting to make her feel bad or ashamed that she kissed Daniel in front of him.

“Yes alright, thanks dad”

Max watched it all from the cooldown room with two others drivers, he wouldn’t mention it but he was too proud of the work he did to make the make out session happens, cherry on top was Daniel walking around with red lipstick around his mouth and chin.

Charles watched it from the garage, he was dying to see the result of his plan but didn’t want to make it obvious, when he saw the kiss he couldn’t hold in his happiness and let out a loud “yes!”

Daniel in fact got buried under questions from every interviewers, there was no sign of sadness cause of his result, he could swore he hadn’t felt happiness like this since his win in Monza. As much as he wanted to keep the whole things lowkey his happiness made him chatty and he gladly answered every question he was asked. On the other side Sebastian kept being asked what he thinks of the whole things and he said he is happy as long as her daughter is.

During one interview Daniel and George were side to side, the interviewers were so excited about what happened and they couldn’t help but to ask for driver’s reaction. George glanced over at Daniel and said “Daniel must have a big balls to go for Vettel’s daughter” followed by a laugh he continues “Danny Ric is off the market and I never got the chance, what a shame”

Daniel turner to him and patted his back, laughing histrically.

After the media duty and before going for debrief, she got to Daniel and told him about Max and Charles, that how Daniel made his way towards the RedBull garage to see Max. As he approached he spotted Charles there, without replying to their greeting he crushed both men in a tight hug, smiling so wide that his cheeks hurt.

“Mate you’re kinda suffocating us” Max barely made out a sentence due to how hard Daniel was hugging him.

“Daniel we have a contract to drive” Charles growled, trying to talk louder.

Daniel finally let them go, still not talking but only smiling widely.

“What’s the reason for the sudden affection?” Max asked, raising eyebrows at him.

“She told me what you two did, man I’m speechless, didn’t see it coming, I don’t know how to thank you both”

Charles giggled at what he was about to say “ I mean next time we’re racing you can let me pass without a battle “

Max made a face and looked at him “that’s genius, I can say for sure that you are not stupid” he couldn’t help himself, he had to mention his famous team radio, the sentence costed him a fist to his shoulder by Charles.

“Now let’s not get carried away guys”

“Oh my you three should have a threesome, I’d just watch” she announced at the sight of her favorite trio of drivers, staring at them fondly.

“I’m too jealous to share you with two more men I refuse” Daniel flirted, happy he didn’t need to do it secretly.

Charles and Max made a disgusting face at them “already being so possessive? You haven’t even taken her on a date” Max joked, acting like he wasn’t happy for them.

“That doesn’t change anything, she is still my girlfriend”

Her heart teared up at his answer, he just called her his girlfriend, it sounded so smooth that it felt like he has been saying it for years. She blinked hard to contain herself while her brain kept screaming “oh my god”.

Daniel was so satisfied with his answer when he saw her expression, her eyes grew big and she stared at him like the first time she saw him. He loved when she looked at him like that, it made his chest fluttered. His brain went completely empty when he took her sight again, he felt like he just wanted to stay there and look at her till eternity.

She made her way to the small group, pulling Max into a hug “I’m so proud of you Maximus you did well” this time Max couldn’t hide his happiness and gladly hugged her back, they hugged for few more seconds and she let go. Charles felt like a little boy when she hugged him as well saying “you did good too”

He returned the hug tighter “Ferrari should hire you as hype woman, you’re so good at it”

Daniel jokingly separated her and Charles, causing everyone to erupt into laughter.

“Ok you two piss off, I’m gonna spent time with my precious girl”

Her brain locked up like the wheels of a F1 car, his words switched on something in her, her stomach flipped and in that moment she knew she would be on her knees for this man right then and there, it took everything in her to play it off cool and follow Daniel to his driver’s room.

Both threw themselves on the sofa, Daniel closed his eyes and took a few deep breathes to try and get some rest before going for debriefing. She laid her head on her arm, shamelessly staring at the man in front of her, a small smile tucked at the corner on his lips, his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed and she wanted nothing more than to kiss his perfect neck.

“It’s rude to stare sweet, you know that right?” Daniel teased, eyes still closed. He knew what he was doing with all these praises thrown at her.

“Who cares you’re too handsome not to, can’t help it”

Daniel’s hand snuck around her neck and pulled her close without raising his head. He opened his eyes and stared at hers.

She was losing it at this close distance. She brought her free hand up and touched his face, his beard tickling her fingertips but she didn’t stop, giggling softly when she ran her fingers over the bridge of his nose.

Daniel’s gaze intensified, her heart raced when she saw his serious face expression, she got closer to kiss him but his grip tightened at the back of her neck, keeping her in place. He frowned “uh uh” he whispered in low voice, still not getting enough of looking at her face. He saw the way her face changed and her breath hitched in her throat, gulping as if to regain her calmness.

She felt like she was out of breath, something in the way his hand was gripping her neck, made her feel things. He moved his hand and tangled the pile of her at her neck, pushing her closer, whispering “come here” before catching her lips in a kiss.

A breath left her chest when he kissed her, her hand desperately grasped at his biceps when his hand pulled her closer as if it was possible, to deepen the kiss. He tried so hard to contain himself but he lost it and bite down on her lower lip causing her to whine into his mouth. She felt a wave of pleasure going straight to her core. She broke the kiss and dragged wet kisses along his jaw, wanting to make her man feeling good. Daniel threw his head backwards to give her more space, his hand left her neck and landed on her back, softly rubbing up and down. She left small kisses on his neck that had him breathing heavily and gulping hard. She stopped by his ear, her finger tracing the vein popping out, she whispered “who left the blue vein of your throat unkissed, mio caro?”

Daniel’s flattered open at her last word, heart beating rapidly that he could hear it in his ears, slight blush made it’s way to his cheeks.

“Daniel you have 5 minutes to come to debriefing” Michael shouted, not opening the door to find them in that position.

He purses his lips, licking them wet “you’re so mean, how am I supposed to go out with a boner?”

She shook her head “I’m no better than you ok, just wear a long shirt”

“See you after I’m done?”

She put her hand on his hand “Of course, I’ll just go out to walk around a little”

She walked at least 5 laps before catching her dad, both hugging as she congratulated him on his decent result.

“I didn’t see you around, were you with Daniel?”

She had to get used to talks like this “yes, we were talking with Max and Charles” she tried not to make it obvious what they were doing before and the effort was successful.

Seb decided not to question her any further “ok honey I’m going to my hotel, you’re not going back tonight are you?”

She laughed, flash back from two weeks ago rushed to her “no no I’m not”

“Hey Seb”

Daniel’s voice filled her ear, he rushed to them greeting Seb firstly.

“How was debriefing?” Seb asked

Daniel made a face and replied “a bit difficult considering my result today”

The older man touched his shoulder “don’t worry about it you’ll bounce back”

She was more than happy to see things are not awkward between them.

“I’ll see you both later alright?”

“Yes dad of course”

“See you later man”

Daniel turned to her “now it’s only two of us”

He stood in front of her, smiling like an idiot, the sun was about to set and the weather wasn’t as hot as before. Sun was behind Daniel and he looked like an angel sent from above, she looked at him smiling just as idiotic. In that moment they looked like two idiots in love and that’s exactly what they were.

George was passing by when he saw these two, as ready as he was he took out his phone, with wide smile he snapped a shot saying “I would have told you to get a room but you two are adorable”

She turned her head with a cheeky grin “you’re welcome to join”

“No you’re not” Daniel fastly disagreed with poker face.

George laughed at them and walked away, Daniel screamed “SEND ME THE PICS RUSSEL”

Both of the men laughed, at the sound of his laughter, she could swore she fell in love even more.

“So what do you say I take you on a date tonight?”

Her eyes widened “it’s not necessary you have a race next week, you need to rest”

“So? I have a race after that, it’s triple header” he took her hand, lacing their fingers “it’s fine by me, come on we need our first date”

How could she resist saying no to the man like him? She couldn’t.

“Ok we will go, but we should stop by the hotel first, because I haven’t checked in yet”

She took her time in her room and changed into a mini skirt. Daniel got rid of his black skinny jean and changed into one of his shortest shorts with a baggy shirt. He finally knocked and the she opened the door, eyes immediately roaming each other.

Her eyes caught the sight of his thigh tattoo and she couldn’t stop staring.

Daniel was mesmerized by the way her tight skirt was hugging her hips and her legs was on full display. He took one step forward, his hands softly grabbed her waist and he leaned in. She put her hand on his tattooed thigh, loving the smooth skin. She bit her lips and slid her hand up until she was met with the hem of his underwear. Daniel closed his eyes and grabbed her hand, stopping the motion “bad girl, not here”

That word went straight to her corecand she felt something, in that close distance Daniel could see every little reaction her face made to his comment. She shook her head in silence, afraid her voice would betray her.

Both intertwined their hands and left the elevator to the exit. It was getting late but neither of them cared as they started laughing loud and talking about anything and everything. Daniel led them into cobblestone and narrow streets that no one would ever walk. She was loving the empty alleys, moon shine and Daniel’s hand gripping hers tightly. If she could, she would stop the time then and there, everything felt perfect and it felt so right to be with him.

Daniel was bursting with happiness, two weeks ago he was in his Monaco apartment, staring at the sea and thinking of the girl he would never meet but here he was, gripping her hand so tightly that he felt if he let go she will disappear. Going astray deep into the city and getting lost in the bliss of love. After they passed few more alleys they heard the music and walked towards the sound only to be met with a small restaurant with tables outside.

“I wouldn’t mind to eat something”

“Sure, I won’t tell Michael what you ate don’t worry”

They took their sit behind the empty table for two outside, A black lady made her way to their tables.

They both had zero idea how to order a food in Spanish, the lady looked at the way Daniel was trying his hardest to articulate a sentence.

“Ma boy, you ain’t gonna get it right hit me up in English”

They giggled in relief and Daniel started speaking “thank god, we want a bottle of Carignan and two tacos”

“Coming right away kiddos”

She put her hand under her chin to support her head and lovingly stared at Daniel “this place is so nice, I’m glad we are doing this tonight”

“What can I say anything for my girl”

There he goes with his sweet words and soft voice, and all she could think of was the way he will be in bed and now her inside was a mess as well as her underwear.

She blinked lazily and picked her glass, gulping down whatever was inside and put the glass on the table. Daniel smiled in victory and reached his hand, touching the side of her face affectionately without a fuck that they were in public “you love it when I talk to you like that don’t you?”

She leaned into his warm touch “yes I do”

They were fast to stop it all when they saw their order coming on their way. The smell made their mouth water and without further comment they dug their food. Everything was better than they expected, the pair silently stole glances from each other, drunk on wine and each other’s company. When they were done, the music changed to Lambada and two people stepped in with full costume, hips swaying and bodies spinning expertly with the music rhythm. The music mixed with people’s voice and laughter and some dancing felt like something out of books in late 80s.

“We should dance Danny” she screamed through the loud music

“I don’t know how to dance”

She didn’t care, she stood up and took his hand, bringing him to the middle. The couple made room for them and they started dancing ridiculously, gaining a laugh from audience. She put her hand on his back, his hand landed on her side. They tried to copy the dance mildly successfully and at the end they managed to do a nice spin. Next song brought more people in, they filled their wine glasses and danced until drop of sweat made its way to their bodies and they were out of breath.

Once they were back to the dark narrow alleyways, they were giggling like high schoolers.

In one move Daniel pushed her, her back softly touched the wall, their face so close together, he whispered “pretty” and kissed her, soft and passionate. He felt like he had enough, he held it inside in past two weeks and he couldn’t keep it anymore he stopped the kiss, his thumb tracing her lips when he said “I fucking love you so so much”

Suddenly emotions rushed to her and she felt a lump in her throat. She successfully swallowed and found her voice to speak “oh god, I fucking love you so so much”

The next thought wasn’t too hard to read, they both sped up to get to their hotel as soon as possible, impatient to have each other out of clothes. When they were in elevator she felt like she can’t no longer take the tension.

As soon as they stepped into the room, first thing they did was getting rid of each other’s clothes. Daniel took his shirt, his hands immediately grabbed the hem of her shirt and soon that was gone. He raised his eyebrows when he saw her braless but couldn’t deny‌ how much that turned him on.

He felt like he can’t stay away from her skin for a second, his hand softly grabbed her throat and he started leaving marks, whispering against her neck “Please tell me you’re on pill”

“ I have IUD” she managed to get the words out but it felt too hard with Daniel’s finger tracing her neck while kissing it.

His head fell on her shoulder and his hands wandered anywhere he could reach, her fingers dug into his back when his lips touched her neck again, his fingers caressed her side boob and she felt frustrated second by second. He started sucking on her soft skin, deep breathing her scene that had him going crazy.

Her hand made its way to his curls, tugging softly and swearing under her breath. Daniel couldn’t hold himself back and breathed her in, murmuring “you smell like a rose”

She threw her head back involuntarily, giving him more space. As he continued his soft kisses, his hand unzipped the skirt, the piece pooling around her feet, he pulled down her fully wet underwear, touched the wet spot there and licked his finger, she just watched and felt her come running down her thighs. He gave up on her neck, his hand gripped the back of her head and kissed her, rough and wet, she gladly welcomed his tongue and sucked on his lips “you are so gorgeous damn” every word that left his mouth, had her going insane. She dared to pull down his shorts and underwear, both finally fully naked. Her white skin was in perfect contrast with his tanned body. She started kissing his neck,needing desperately to leave her mark on his perfect neck. Her hand itchedto touch the skin ,her fingertips tracing his astronaut tattoo. The sight of him all naked with his tattoos on display took her breath away. She dragged her lips down until she was on her knees in front of him, eyes looking up at the way he was looking at her with honey eyes full of lust. Her hand pumped him few times, she kissed the pre-cum that was dripping, he thrusted his hip forward and she took it all so beautifully and perfect that his eyes rolled backward “that’s it, you’re doing great girl” his praise had her sucking his cock faster. Nothing compared with the feeling of her soft lips wrapped around his hard cock, sucking like her life depended on it. With another force he had her on her feet and pushing her backwards until her back touched the wall, he sucked her collar bone and went lower, she writhed beneath him, desperate to get something but his strong hands pushed her back.

“Daniel I- oh fucking hell” her sentence long forgotten when she felt his teeth on her sensitive aroused nipple, his free hand massaging the other, she felt desperate when he found her sensitive spot, she tried hard to keep her voice low but when he did a hard suck, a loud moan left her throat, he smirked in victory and let go, burying his head in the valley between her breast “I love every inch of you so damn much” his voice laced with lust when he whispered more praises for her. He was up kissing her again, teeth digging into her lips when he pushed her towards the bed. She looked like an angel, sitting on the edge of the bed, thighs painfully rubbing together in hope of creating a friction and a relief. He just stood there and watched the way she was needy for him, she looked up, locking eyes, a new found arrogance in her eyes, smirking at him. He kneeled in front of her, softly grabbing her leg, his hand rubbing her calf, he turned his head and kissed her skin, coaxing a whine out of her mouth and made him dizzy with lust “god, the voices you make is driving me nuts”

She arched her back when he licked the sweet spot under her knees “glad to know- fucking hell” she was caught off guard when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards himself, only an inch apart from her thigh “complete your sentence, you can do that for me right?”

She didn’t think she could, her mind clouded with his presence and what he was doing that she didn’t think she had it in her to speak “glad to know it worked”

Daniel smiled at her proudly “my good girl” he licked off her cum off her thighs, nudging her to open her legs further

“This is a dream come true” she didn’t know what made her to confess this. Daniel took a moment to thrive on the fact that she had a wet dream about him.

“Oh yeah? do tell, what was I doing?” he didn’t do anything, just watched her, waiting for her to continue. She threw her head back, hiding her face “you were rubbing me-fuck just like that” she cried out when his finger made contact with her wet pussy, fingers rubbing her with pressure but he stopped, she whined desperately “why did you stop?”

“If you stop talking, I’ll stop” he stated as a matter of fact, he knew he was being a big tease and her reactions encouraged him to go on.

“Then you slipped a finger inside, oh yes! Don’t stop” his finger slipped in easily, thrusting few times before adding a second finger “is this what you wanted all night? My fingers in you? This is why you’ve been a needy little thing all night?” His words had her wet more, she felt herself gaping around his fingers. Soon his mouth joined in, his tongue ruthlessly flicking her clit, sending jolts of electricity all over her body. She arched her hip involuntarily and in one move, he had her pinned against the sheet unable to move. Her hands grasping the bedsheets when he curled his finger and she screamed “harder! Fuck” but he didn’t feel like listening, he let his fingers rest and he continue sucking on her lazily. She said fuck it in her mind “I beg you Daniel, please”

“My baby wanna come?”

She shook her head but it wasn’t enough, he curled his fingers once more to urge her answer “yes! God yes please, so bad”

He finally increased his speed, soon enough felt her walls closing in around his fingers and she came with a moaning his name rapidly. He didn’t let go, he kept his mouth on her and licked her clean till the last drop. He climbed on the bed and flipped her on her stomach, without protesting she let him handle her, he touched her pussy, causing her ass to jump, next his hands lifted her hips and pressed her face into the pillow. He stood back and watched, she looked like a goddess in that position.

His big hands spread across her ass cheeks, when he saw how wet she was again, he leaned in and left a kiss on her wetness, she hissed at how sensitive she was but she needed this, she needed him to fill her up.

He positioned himself and thrusted, feeling how tight she was around his cock “you’re so tight, no one’s ever fucked you this good huh?” She didn’t bother to answer, too lost in the feeling of him finally filling her up.

His hand curled around her throat, tightening until her eyes went black with pleasure, her own hand landing on top of him to encourage the act, he thrusted deep and suddenly stopped, loosening his grip on her throat, she swore she could cry, she wanted nothing more for him to go on. His touched his her side and back, watching the way she crumpled the sheet in her hand. The tip of his cock robbed against her almost torturously “answer me darling, no one’s ever fucked you this good huh?” She felt tears in her eyes and bite down in her lips, barely forming a sentence “no”

He finally thrusted in hard enough that her whole body moved “no what?”

“No one’s ever fucked me this good Danny”

He flipped her over, needing to see her face anytime he would fuck her. She opened her legs, waiting for him to thrust again, sighing in pure relief when he rode into her, she hissed in pain and pleasure with each thrust, her eyes peered at him, sweat dripping of his body, curls stuck to his forehead making him look absolutely sexy.

His hand landed on her belly, gripping hard to keep her down “that’s it baby, taking me so well, you love it?”

Her eyes fluttered close as she replied “yes! Fuck yes I love it, please” she didn’t know what she was begging for but she couldn’t stop. He loved the way he was inside her, perfect and wet, the thought made his cock twitched and he knew he was close, he thrusted deeper and rougher until he spilled inside her. Her loud moan turned into small desperate voices and he knew she was close. In an attempt his thumb started rubbing the bundle on nerve on her pussy, tears running down her face when she came hard around him “shhh it’s ok you did well, that’s my girl” She let out a sob when she heard his last words “god Daniel I love you”

One more thrust had her breath hitched in her throat, and he pulled down. Laying next to her on the bed, both breathing and panting heavily.

“You ok? Was I too rough?” Daniel asked, leaving a kiss on her cheek.

“Oh my god, that was the best sex I ever had” she answered, dragging herself on top of him, hiding her head in crook of his neck shyly.

He giggled, his hand tangling at her hair “I’m glad you enjoyed, we should do this often”

Her laugh was stiffed in his neck “yes we should”

She brought her head up, staring at him “please tell me my dad isn’t in next room”

“No he is in another floor, Max made sure of that”

They laid like that in bed, complete silence, pressed against each other skin to skin. Both sweaty and smelly.

“How about I run a bath for us? You know I’m not quite ready to sleep yet” Daniel still didn’t know when he will see her again and he preferred not to dwell on that fact yet and just enjoy their first night fully.

“You know what I would love that”

She rolled off him and he got up, making his way to the bathroom running the water while pouring shampoo to make a bubble bath. She laid on her back, enjoying the feeling of sheets against her naked form. Daniel walked out when he saw her like that, spread out against sheet, looking all pretty and gorgeous, bruises starting to form due to how hard his fingers gripped her had his stomach twitching. He stood there and watched and got embarrassingly hard again “you know what I can totally get used to seeing this, actually I take it back because I’m having a situation”

When she saw him walking out, looking like a fucking Adonis, she wasn’t doing any better.

She followed her into the bathroom, her eyes widened at the sight of bubbly bath

“You like it? I’m so proud of it”

“Yeah definitely more proud of this than your P12, sorry too soon?”

Daniel clenched his chest faking a pain “damn, right in the heart”

He got in first, followed by her. She sat with her back pressed against his chest, he positioned himself so she’d be comfortable, with his hand around her waist, caressing her belly.

She couldn’t hide the smile forming on her lips at the touch of his hands, she looked up, still in complete awe at how handsome he was. She nuzzled her head against his chest “you’re so handsome Daniel Ricciardo”

“And you are so beautiful, Vettel jr”

“That’s my official name now huh”

“You bet your pretty ass it is”

They fell into a comfortable silence, but her mind was racing with questions, the same issue she talked with Max was still there nonetheless.

“Daniel?”

He hugged her tighter, leaving a kiss on her head “yes?”

“We can make it work right?”

He wasn’t ready for this conversation but it was inevitable, might as well get it out of the way.

“Of course we will, i don’t care what it takes but I believe we can and we will make it work, I can always come over to you cause I obviously have more free time, you can come to Australia or Monaco or even my house in LA anytime you have the time” he cupped her cheeks, making sure she fully believes everything he said.

She woke up as hungry as a bear, last night’s activity had her craving food like crazy. She tried her best to sneak in her room, put on new clothes and making her way to elevator, hand in hand with Daniel. Max and Charles with her dad were the only people left, when they arrived Max was already sitting down.

“Hello you two” he turned to her, teasing smile on his lips “you weren’t too loud last night, I didn’t hear you”

There was no secret that she got embarrassed, she exchanged a look with Daniel and they decided to play along.

“Mate you have no idea, she was so fucking loud”

She shook her head, speaking seriously “can confirm, I was there”

“We should tell Paris that her hotel’s walls works perfect”

“Why we should say that to Paris Hilton?” Charles asked, arriving mid conversation. This was the second time he was arriving in the middle of conversation that she didn’t want to repeat, was almost becoming a thing.

“I was telling them I didn’t hear them last night” Max took the duty to keep him up to date.

“Oh” was all he could manage to say, caught off guard by the topic. They were all saved when Seb showed up and they could finally order breakfast.

She was in such a hurry to consume food as fast as she could, Charles noticed and leaned across the table “I take it last night was intense?”

She choked on her coffee and lightly shoved Charles. On the other side Sebastian looked like he had a traumatizing experience “why, just why did I hear that”

Daniel was choking on his pancake from laughing too hard, she just wanted the earth to swallow her alive, Max and Charles were having the time of their life watching it all. Yet deeply they were happy their matchmaking worked out.

Few years after

Daniel paced around in his Monaco apartment, Max was looking at him with that intensity in his eyes.

“Mate sit down nothing bad will happen, you’re giving me headache with walking constantly”

Daniel turned to him, stress and frustration written all over his face “what if they don’t accept it? We waited so long for this, to finally share this house”

“I know that better than anyone, but it will be fine ok just sit down, she is a Harvard graduate doctor nothing to worry about”

They made it through Daniel’s awful luck, his championship, her entire med school and graduation. Even though she couldn’t spent a lot of time in Monaco, she still had stuffs in his house, he wanted to be reminded of her anytime he was alone.

The door finally opened and she walked right in, standing in the middle of the room, her face beaming with happiness.

“They accepted! I’m a part time surgeon and officially a physician for F1, you guys gonna get tired of seeing me”

While Daniel was in pure awe, Max used to time to give her a hug and congratulate her.

Daniel hugged her as hard as he could, not quite believing after all she was finally with him throughout the whole year.

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anddd this is it! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it:)))

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niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian · 1 year

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Thank you, Mom

Summary: After spending the last eight months taking care of a alien child with Tom, Maddie never doubted that she was basically becoming a mother-like figure to Sonic the moment he first started to live with them. Now she’s taking care of THREE kids and never felt that feeling more than she has now…and to be honest, it’s quite amazing.

Characters: Maddie Wachowski, Sonic Wachowski, Tails Wachowski, Knuckles Wachowski

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: Inspired by the longing idea of seeing Maddie’s POV at the sudden shift that has happened unexpectedly after the events of Sonic 2 and not only learning to live through it, but end up loving it in the process. Also including this one prompt that I had hidden DEEP away in my docs and found it recently. (Prompt #4 “She sat in the chair, staring into space while the kids charged around above her, yelling at the tops of their voices.” Maddie contemplates how her life has changed in the past year)

Dear Mom,

The warmth of her hug, the care in her smile.

The encouragement to keep growing.

The energy to keep learning.

A sunflower does not bloom without sunlight.

A root does not grow without water.

A seed does not sprout without soil.

A mother's love is the air to the poppies standing tall in the field.

The nourishment to blossom and thrive every day.

Thank you Mom. You allowed me to flourish.

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“Geez, could they be any louder up there?”

Maddie could hear frustration pouring out from her husband’s voice as she sat by him in the chair next to their bed, pausing her writing in her journal and looking over to see him glaring up at the ceiling.

Tom’s face was etched with a desire to simply close his eyes and let sleep come to him, but the muffled voices and timed noises and bumps coming from the ceiling above was making it rather difficult to say the least.

She gave Tom a shrug and went back to writing. “Well, you were the one that told them that Saturday was a ‘fun day with no rest’ and egged them on all afternoon.”

“Yeah, I did that to tire them out.” He emphasized, motioning his arms upwards. “If anything it made them even more hyper than earlier.”

“Hmm, I don’t know what to tell you babe.” Maddie answered, pretending to be uninterested. She could see from the corner of her eye Tom raising his head and stared at her with a perplexed expression that caused her to break her facade in seconds.

“I’m sorry,” she laughed, closing her journal. “You’re acting like you can’t just go up there and tell them to wrap it up for the night.”

Tom pulled himself up so he could see her properly. “Normally I would if it was just Sonic, even then he would just barely listen to me. But now they outnumber me three to one, I’m not risking my safety over the idea of being taken down by kids half my size after knowing what they are capable of.”

Maddie couldn’t help but laugh at Tom’s statement. She watched as he dragged his feet from under the covers, slipped on his slippers and headed towards the door. “If I don't make it back in 5 minutes, tell Wade he can have my limited edition Star Trek dvd collection.”

“Oh hush it, better get going before they become too powerful for you to handle.” She made a face at him as he left the room, closing the door behind him and could hear the ladder to the attic being pulled down.

After a moment, she leaned forward in anticipation and could hear Tom’s muffled voice above followed by a higher, younger voice which she could assume was Sonic since he was quite a chatterbox even at this time of night. The two voices were going back and forth in what she hoped was a civil manner, followed by a more deeper voice, that one was definitely Knuckles and heard the quiet takeover once more.

She leaned back into the chair and began to idly trace a finger around the design of the soft, heart-shaped embroidery covering the journal, smiling softly as she fully felt the embedded weight of the pages that were added during the previous months alone.

After almost a year, you would have thought that something like this would have never happened to the both of them in this little plain life they’ve been living. It was even more ironic that this took place when they were planning to move to San Francisco to start anew with Tom’s new job.

Next thing she knew, her husband brought home an alien from another world, who helped save the town from an insane scientist and was welcomed into their little family.

And to think that in almost nine months that seem to pass by in a flash, after leaving to be at her sister’s wedding for the weekend, that same crazy man would come back and bring another red space alien, who she later found out was a echidna and not a red hedgehog like she originally thought, with him to try and take over the world.

Sonic would then meet another yellow alien, who definitely looked like a fox that could fly with his two tails which was still a sight to see, that would help him save the world, gaining an alliance with the echidna and fight for the safety of the entire world.

That’s not to mention all the crazy stuff with the whole “master emerald is the ultimate weapon for power” stuff and witnessing Sonic become something of a god for a few minutes and thought he was lost to said power forever until he showed that he was alright and taking in his new friends into their home afterwards.

A crazy year for sure, but nothing could ever possibly beat those 2 days of utter unpredictability, these kids were just the beginning of whatever’s coming next.

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azertyrobaz · 2 years

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Vortex Chapter 6/12

Concussion, he immediately thought. Not the first time he had one of those, and it sometimes took a few minutes for his mind to clear. Nothing to worry about.

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Din loses some of his memories. How will he decide to get them back? And should he get them back? Thankfully, he has friends to help him figure it out. Amnesia/Memory loss fic.

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Chapters: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12

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Din wanted to fly back to the base immediately – going away had been a mistake, it had only delayed the inevitable. He didn’t use to shy away from a confrontation, but then this one was special. It wasn’t every day you had to run away from your own past self. Only pain awaited him, of this he had no doubt.

And yet when he returned to the table in the next room, and was just about to announce his departure, his eyes fell on Grogu and the froglet siblings, currently taking a break from playing and eating a snack. He looked so happy and carefree, surely this could wait for a little longer and he could let the boy enjoy himself.

So he sat back down in silence, and tried to look like he wasn’t contemplating an escape. Thankfully, the four women spoke plenty and didn’t seem to realize his mind wasn’t there but rather attempting to recall fragmented, disjointed memories. He couldn’t make sense of what was real or what was his repressed guilt and pain taking shape. Did he really know who had caused that terrible burn on his side, the one he’d consciously refused to have healed? Or was that just his imagination?

“Are you finally going to tell me what’s wrong with you now that the others left?” Peli asked.

Din remembered promising to visit the spa and stop by the palace, next time he visited Tatooine, and had hugged the little girl one last time before handing her back to her mom, but other than that the last couple of hours were a blur.

“And you haven’t eaten anything! Good thing no food goes to waste with your kid!”

The kid in question was currently running after a small BD unit in the hangar outside – surely he’d crash soon, the amount of energy the fifty or so years old toddler had astounded him and made him feel about a thousand years old in comparison. He’d had a long nap earlier and yet gravity kept trying to pull him down, his head heavy and starting to hurt again. The several hours long journey back to the Mandalorian base felt daunting.

“I’m just a bit tired,” he admitted, and the mechanic raised her eyebrows in surprise. “But we need to go.”

“Bantha diddle, you need rest! I never heard you conceding you needed sleep before, so it must be bad! Stay the night, and I can have a look at your ship in the morning. There’s this new converter the Jawas got me I want to try on it – it could fix your fuel consumption issues. Or make them worse, I’m not sure yet. But it shouldn’t take long.”

Din looked at the sand at his feet longingly – the night was cool but not unbearably so, he’d actually be happy to lie down outside for a few hours. Somehow sensing he didn’t need much of a push to convince him, Grogu toddled towards him slowly, raising his arms beseechingly.

“Dada…” the child complained, as if it was his fault he suddenly felt the effects of his hyperactivity.

“Sure you don’t mind?” he still checked, picking up his son who grumbled until he found a comfy spot against his shoulder.

“It’s not like it’s the first time, I’ll grab a mattress and some blankets and you can have a small heater as extra – no charge,” she joked, yelling at her droids to get the equipment out.

The old mattress was oddly comfortable and the blankets soft. The hum of the portable heater nearby soothing. The canopy above him open and vast, the stars numerous and bright against the dark sky. Grogu burrowed against his side and used his cape as an extra layer to shield himself from the cold Beskar. It felt like they’d done this a million times, on a million different planets, the N1 nearby protecting them from the wind. He stared at the heater and the warm glow of its light almost looked like a campfire. But as soon as that image entered his mind, he shuddered in pain, the burn he now knew covered half his back hurting something fierce – he could feel each and every ridge and dip of the scarred skin reacting strongly.

As if aware of what was going through his mind, Grogu emitted a small, distressed wail, and settled more snuggly against him, his small arms reaching around to cover more surface. Almost like he wanted to envelop the scar in its entirety, and it struck Din that the boy had been glued to this particular side of him a lot more lately. Was this just a coincidence?

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

There were no such things as coincidences in his life, he’d learned that the hard way.

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Din didn’t dream about a rancor running wild in the streets of Mos Espa that night. Or about a little boy defending him. Instead, he dreamed about the medical station the Mandalorians had claimed as their base. He saw himself walking along its many grey corridors, never managing to find the door he was looking for. Growing frustrated and tired on this endless journey that was taking him nowhere fast.

‘You don’t deserve to wear that helmet, you’re no longer a Mandalorian!’

The door to his quarters suddenly opened in front of him. Inside, he saw his bed and the weapons’ crates next to it. But nothing else. No knickknacks, no bookshelves. No small nook in the corner. No collection of stones. No kid’s drawings hung to the cooler with mismatched magnets. No trace of Grogu anywhere. It was as if the child had never lived there or even existed and Din woke up with a start, appalled.

He’d rolled to his side during the night, and the boy was now sprawled all over his face, emitting intermittent snores as he drooled in his hair.

So much for that nightmare, he acknowledged with a small smile, feeling better.

Peli forced him to eat something while she busied herself with his ship come mid-morning – she was not an early bird, he had discovered – and he drank close to a gallon of caf as he observed her and the kid, who’d insisted on helping her. True to her word, it didn’t take long to fit in the new converter. But since it was ‘Jawa new’, it required some extra wielding.

“Are you done mopping?” she asked, attempting to start the engine. Din didn’t think her question deserved an answer, so he gathered their belongings instead – he’d washed his shirt the previous night, and it still smelled of liquor, but it was no longer sticky at least. Thanks to Tatooine’s twin suns, it was dry already.

“And where’s that Jedi of yours? She seems to be the only one who can get through your thick skull.”

“Ahsoka?” he wondered in surprise – Ahsoka had been here?

“You have more than one Jedi lady putting up with your antics?” she replied with a scoff. “What’s your secret? Can’t be those pretty eyes, they’re not fooling anybody with half a brain.”

Din rolled said eyes as he approached the ship to check with her why it wouldn’t start.

“I know you only showed up once with her, but she struck me as someone you’d do well to listen. Whatever’s going on with you, you should discuss it with her.”

Well, he had tried to discuss things with her, and it hadn’t worked – she wouldn’t tell him the truth.

“And yes, I also know I bring her up every time,” Peli continued, happy to talk for the both of them. “And that every time you tell me the two of you aren’t a thing. But it’s a mistake if you ask me. And you should ask me, because I give great relationship advice.”

He stared at her and didn’t say anything – there was no need, she’d come up with an answer of her own if he waited long enough.

“Alright, so I did date a Jawa, maybe it’s not that great, but it’s still better than whatever your tin can people would give you, trust me.”

At those words, the engine finally started, and the ‘new’ converter exploded.

“So much for that fuel consumption issue,” Din sighed, Grogu coughing in the background.

They eventually left, Peli dispersing with more useless advice as she removed the now broken converter and the kid growing grumpier and grumpier as he realized they were returning to the base. He’d even refused to do the takeoff sequence, sitting rigidly in his lap. Din had an idea once they’d cleared Tatooine’s atmosphere – after all, he didn’t look forward to their return either. And his dream still bothered him. Had he been given a glimpse of what his life would have been like without the child?

“Why don’t we stop somewhere on the way?” he suggested, checking the logs. “Plenty of planets we haven’t explored yet, and we have time to go look at some rocks to add one to your collection if you want.”

Grogu perked up immediately, cooing in pleasure as he watched him select a destination on the screen.

They’d settled for a small, uninhabited planet in the next sector – the air was breathable, and it had plenty of rocks. Grogu took his time walking around and picking up pebbles before discarding them, and Din knew he was just stalling, but he didn’t mind. It was nice to spend that moment with him, oohing and aahing every time he showed him something new he’d discovered. His head didn’t hurt and he forgot about the scar and what it meant for a little while.

Tension was palpable as they landed at the base – it was night time, which didn’t mean much in outer space, but it did make their return more inconspicuous. There was no Bo-Katan or Ahsoka waiting for him, which was how he’d planned it. He had to do this alone.

“Dada,” Grogu said, pulling at his hair as he sat atop his shoulders, effectively reminding him that there was no ‘alone’ anymore. He breathed in deeply and told the boy they’d have a snack in their cabin instead of stopping at the mess hall, which he seemed to agree on, as there was no more hair pulling as they made their way to his quarters.

Trying very hard not to think about his dream, his eyes still fell on the crates next to his bed as soon as he entered. Grogu was already jumping from his perch and running to his nook to display his new rock: crescent shaped and almost the same shade of green as his skin. “Pretty, you chose well,” he’d told him when he found it, and the boy had beamed with pride.

Din had to push that thought away as he approached the crates. He remembered his first thought when he saw them: they looked like they help weapons. But he also recalled how Ahsoka’s eyes had lingered on them – he should have known right then and there that there was something special about them.

He kneeled down on the floor and had barely attempted to open the first one when Grogu rushed to his side.

“No,” he said simply, pushing against his leg.

“I need to know what’s inside,” he replied, but the boy shook his head, intent on using his considerable strength for a toddler to change his mind.

“No,” he repeated, that one word unequivocal.

With a sigh, he decided that maybe he could start with a different crate and he’d get a different reaction from the boy. So he pushed the top one to the side and tried to move the bigger one underneath to access the locks better, but it wouldn’t budge. Something extremely heavy had to be inside it, as several attempts gave him the same result. Curious, and doing his best to ignore the boy who was now silent but kept on pulling at his pant leg, he reached around and finally managed to unlock it. He raised the lid and stared at its content, utterly dumbfounded.

“What – ”

But he had no words. His mind was trying to count them but it was impossible. Layers upon layers of Beskar ingots were precisely laid out, shiny and pure. He picked one up dumbly, making sure they were real, and the heavy weight felt wrong in his hand. Stained, somehow. A sensation that wasn’t helped by the Imperial signet they bore. They looked exactly like the ones he’d received as payment from the Client, and he shuddered at the memory. Next to him, Grogu’s ears had lowered in distress.

“Bad shiny, bad…” he spoke, his words so quiet he barely heard them.

It was impossible to know for sure but it looked like the full crate held several dozens of times the amount of Beskar he’d received to forge his current armor. Why was he sitting on so much Beskar when he knew for a fact Wren needed it to equip their warriors? Her answer was right there! Why hadn’t he shared it when the whole base would profit from it? When it would give them a much needed edge to reclaim their homeworld? That Beskar belonged to them, the Empire had stolen it!

He needed more answers, and this time he didn’t let Grogu prevent him from opening the top crate. Sensing what he was about to do, the little one hoisted himself up on his bent leg and hugged his left side tightly. So tightly that Din could feel his tiny claws through his flight suit.

It turned out to be a good idea, because as soon as he made sense of what was inside, his scar started burning again. It felt so real he tasted blood in his mouth – he’d bitten the insides of his cheeks to prevent a scream from escaping him.

This crate didn’t contain Beskar ingots. Instead, it held a complete Mandalorian armor, also made of Beskar. One he knew very well. With trembling hands, his scar pulsing in pain and Grogu gripping his clothes with renewed vigor, he picked up the helmet. Heavy, scuffed, but the two blue tones were unmistakable: that helmet belonged – had belonged, his mind supplied helpfully – to Paz Vizsla.

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