#i love the look on krystal's face

[hoshigray]

Hiya tojis darling ;)

I wonder if you can do this request but if not. Completely fine

wedding night with sexually frustrated toji. Reader is virgin.

Hello, krystal~ :D Been a while since you last requested, hope you're everything on your end is going okay! Lol, yes, I am indeed Toji's darling, currently watching TV with him as we speak~ Omg, I love this idea sm, hope I did justice with this one! Tysm for the request, nice to see you again~☆

Also, if you're reading this, know I'm currently away from this app for the week as I'm out on a trip with my close buds!! I'll still be writing when I get the time, so feel free to drop by my inbox as it'll still be open :3 Also also, I recently got to 1.8k followers!?!?? Sending hearts to y'all :D maybe we'll celebrate at 2k? I'll think about it while I'm gone...Anywho, plz enjoy this~

Cw: Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - soft one minute, then immediate smut, my bad haha - kissing/makeout session in a car; PDA (ig??) - Daddy kink - sex in a hotel room - oral (f! receiving) - missionary position - overstimulation - praise - biting (Toji nibble on your ear)- pet names (baby, darlin', cutie, good girl, mama, sweetie) - clitoral play (licking, sucking, and rubbing) - Toji being a good hubby for your first time, but still a menace - mentions of handjobs, blowjobs, and drool. Wc: 2.7k

"So? You feeling excited~?"

"Umm, I guess so? More like a bit scared..."

"Hehe, I get that. Shit, I'd be nervous, too, starting my honeymoon off with that hunk of a man...Oop! Speaking of, here he comes now..."

You watch your best friend, Utahime, poke to the side with their chin, and you turn to see the direction they pointed to. Tonight was the night of your wedding; the boisterous atmosphere by your guests was still alive and well but will soon wane by the second as the moment you've been anxious about has finally come. You're about to walk out of the venue to the SUV, waiting for you to head to the airport. But before you could do that, someone else had to accompany you. Your groom, the man you married today, walked towards you.

The day you'd see yourself get married to Toji Fushiguro was a day you couldn't foresee. Even after a long while being in a committed relationship with the older man, it's still hard to believe that he proposed to you on your birthday a year and a half ago. Five years of loving and being patient together all led to this moment, and it still baffles you that you are no longer a girlfriend — but a wife. And he, your husband.

Now that the party is coming to a close and pictures are almost finished taken, Toji approaches you outside his wedding attire. Finished changing out of his wedding tux, now substituted with a black turtleneck and dark jeans, a silver chain decorating around his neck. He surveys your changed appearance, your stunning white dress replaced with a comfortable yet elegant jumpsuit that compliments your beautiful skin and figure. He gives you a grin, and your heart swoons. "Lookin' gorgeous, baby."

Your cheeks grow warm, averting your eyes somewhere away from your handsome spouse. "Thank you...you too."

"Awww, look at you being all shy!" Utahime pokes fun at you, snickering to themself when she sees you glare at them. "You better be good to this one, Toji. They just might faint if you look their way~."

The man chuckles at the comment. "Maybe that's what I'm hopin' for, now that I got 'em all to myself." He then moves closer to pull you by the shoulder, your body rigid being towed to his chest, and you just know your friend has a stupid look of glee from the display of affection. "Ready?"

You incline to face him and give a meek nod. He kisses your cheek with a smirk, and Utahime squeals before heading to the front door in front of you. Busting it open to showcase the crowd awaiting your arrival, you two walk down in unison as the guests cheer for the newly wedded couple.

As you make it down the aisle, you look around and share smiles with the familiar faces that came and had fun at your wedding until the blazing sun was replaced with the happy moon. Friends and family clapping their hands to you and your husband, wishing and shouting praises and good luck for the two of you. You saw Mei Mei blowing kisses your way, Gojo lifting his shades to wink at you, and your college buddies chanting your name with your relatives.

On the other side, you could make out Shiu Kong in the far back, taking out the cigarette between his lips and waving goodbye to you and his friend. Geto stands at the front, smiling while his two daughters yell, "Congratulations!!" as you descend. And at the end stands Nanami with a small smile, and beside him are Toji's children. Tsumiki, your pretty flower girl, comes to give you a hug. Megumi, the once stoic ring bearer, followed his sister to do the same.

You return the embrace to the kids, telling them to promise to be good until you return and proceed to walk into the backseat of the car. Toji closes your door and walks to the other side to take his seat, and a roar of applause and cheers erupts when the vehicle drives out of the scene. A tremendous wave of tranquility washes over you now that you're away from the gathering; the wedding is officially over.

However, after you release a long sigh and rest your eyes with shut eyelids, you hear the sound of a seatbelt unbuckling and something — or someone — moving closer to you. And a pair of lips on your neck has you snap your eyes back open.

"T-Toji!" You yell at him in a hushed tone, taking note of the driver in front of your seat. "Not here, wait til we're at—"

"I know, sweetie, I know," he says but resumes arranging your neck and clavicle with kisses. "You just look so fuckin' beautiful; can't a guy have a small piece of his wife before then?" As if you could give him a proper answer before he brings his lips onto yours, your moans taken by him while he sucks and nibbles on your bottom lip.

You grab his turtleneck as you try to suppress the whimpers from airing out, not wanting the driver to hear what's happening in his car (although he's secretly listening to his own music with his earphones). But when Toji's hand snakes down to your butt and gives it a squeeze, you squeak. "Toji!" you whisper shout at him again, and all you're given is a snicker from the sly bastard you're stuck with.

"Shhhhh, lemme have you fr' just a second." Your tiny glare fuels his hunger more, taking your lips once more. And he toys with you throughout the ride to the airport. Such a liar!! You cursed, but this moment was bound to happen.

Despite spending many years together, how you've managed to still be a virgin is still a mystery even to you. You never thought so much about letting your virginity go, so you treated it as something sacred that you only wished to give to the right person. However, when the right person came through, you realized you still weren't ready to let it go. Bless your lucky stars, though, that your [former] boyfriend opted to wait for you, even when you said that it would probably happen when you two get married. You thanked the heavens for having such a patient man, as it showed how much he loved and treasured you.

...But having such a patient, attractive, and brawny man in your life for so long was not an easy task on your part. There have been moments when you'd fantasize about the fateful day Toji would deflower you, so much so there were nights your fantasies took the best of you, and your fingers slithered down the hem of your panties. Or the days when your eyes would linger on his strong, muscular body for too long before your face would feel as hot as the sun, and you'd want to melt on the spot when Toji catches you glancing, a giant smirk plastered on his face. Or times when he'd be too horny, and you'd offer to help him with his erections. Your blowjobs and handjobs would do more bad than good for both of you. Because Toji's desire for you increased day by day.

So ever since you walked down that aisle, you knew your eventual doom was coming to get you. Even when you two fly on your honeymoon, you sense his patience dwindle by the hours. And once you make it to the enchanting luxury suite, he finally snaps. Hoisting you up bridal style and storming right to the bed, clothes discarded to the floor, and lights dimmed to a softer glow.

"Ahhhnn!! Ahhaaa!! Tojiii!! It's too much!! Too mu—Mmnaaah!" He's now between your thighs, your legs propped up by his strong hands and cunt coated with your wetness out for him to see. Your cries are ignored by the obdurate older man, who flicks your clit with his tongue.

"I know, , but gotta have you right fr' me." He coos, chaste kisses set on your inner thighs. "Don't wan' break my baby on their first night." His words meant out for comfort, yet contrasted with the raunchy, lewd noises he was making on your slit. Licking and sucking on your moist folds, teeth grazing your sensitive vulva while his tongue satiates his thirst with your slick. His nose bumping into your clitoris in the midst of it all has you gripping the shits beneath you.

Tears prickle the ends of your shut eyes, your face hot like the air in the room, and your body sweaty and shivering from being in this position for about fifteen minutes. Toji said that the best thing for you was to have him tease and get your body ready. Nevertheless, had you known that you'd have the man eating you out nonstop like this, you would've prepped yourself better! It's so bad that your head pounds, his wet muscle attacking your chasm precisely to the point of your mind being stuck in a haze. No wonder you're constantly jolting, and your legs won't stop shaking — you've come three times already!!

"Hey, mama," you hear him call you, but you can't format a functional sentence now. You respond with gibberish you hope he can make sense of. "Say my name, and I'll let ya cum."

"T...Toji—Eeeyaahh!" He sucks on your clit with vigor; you could've sworn you almost choked on a gasp.

"Aht aht, the other one." Emerald eyes examine your direction.

You bite your lip at the patronizing tone of his voice. You know what he's referring to; it's just too embarrassing to say. For the sake of putting an end to this pleasurable hell and getting what you really want, however, your tongue burns at what you say next.

"Mmmm, please, Daddy...Please, let me cum. I want it!" You whine with hooded eyes looking down at him, and his devilish grin almost makes you melt. Without saying another word, his mouth returns to your leaky cunt. But this time, he brings a. hand down south, and his fingers rub rough circles on your delicate bud, the two sensations shocking your body into an experience you've never experienced before.

It's only a matter of seconds that you come right then and there, your body jerking and legs quivering in sync with your walls clamping onto nothing. And your cries don't stop there, more wails fill the room as Toji drinks your creamy substance for the fourth time that night. His tongue protruded into your spongey core and roughly licked on its tender nerves.

You appreciate the moment he lets you rest for a few seconds after removing his mouth from you, your shivering body slowly calming down to a stable state. You feel so sticky and dirty with the mess between your legs, coated with come and spit. So vulgar to even think about it that your ears ring.

Toji licks his lips of your wetness, "Did s' good fr' me, mama. Such a good girl fr' Daddy." He then stations your legs around his waist, and you peer down to watch him align his erect cock to your entrance. "Ready, cutie? Gonna need ya' to take some deep breaths fr' me, okay?" You nod and follow his instructions. The head of his cock pushes to you with every exhale, and your eyes automatically sew shut when his girth bullying your entrance brings in pain. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into tan skin as you fight the discomfort.

But it all slowly vanishes once the tip slides in, a sharp cry escaping you. More whimpers and choked sobs fly out when he gradually pushes his length into you, tears striking down as his girth stretches your insides.

"Mmmm, holy fuckin' shit," he curses under his breath. "You're so tight, baby." You can only hum as a reply before his hips start moving at a slow cadence. The feeling of his dick between your walls is hard to comprehend. It's finally happened; you're no longer a virgin. So full of him inside you, unable to put into words the feeling you're experiencing right now.

It takes every part of his being for Toji to keep his ruts to a slow pace. He knows this is a big moment for you — it's necessary that you don't get too overwhelmed by him, or else something could go completely wrong. And he wouldn't want that for you. Despite that, a part of him really wants to relish your body. Five years of waiting for you to be ready for him. Five years of fighting the urge to pin you down and have you to himself. Five years of desire all crumble down for this exact moment. Now, when he finally has you for himself and no one else, the patience that was once there converts into that of pure lust.

His hips increase speed, and your hands cling onto him for dear life. The walls of your chasm clamp into him even harder, and your legs wrap around him, Toji groaning at your grip on him. He snickers through gritted teeth, "Jesus Christ, mama, y'r tryin' to snap my dick off? I'm not goin' nowhere." He coos while wiping tears from your eyes.

You open your mouth to say something, but all that leaves your mouth is a scream when he slams his pelvis into your cunt. The action has you arch your back toward him, his length brushing up on the sweet spots that you never considered were there. More mewls bounce off the walls of the suite as his thrusts recur with a vigorous rhythm.

"Daddy, I'm, Oh Jesus—Aiishhhh!!" You hiss out for him, eyes rolling back when he grinds his pelvis on your messy vulva. Squelching noises burn your ears. "I'm gonna cum, Daddy, I wanna cum!"

"Hnngh!! Yeah, sweetie, think y'r gonna cum?" He draws down closer for his lips to be dangerously close to your ear. Your slit clutching hard on his dick. "Wanna cum on Daddy's dick like a good girl?"

"Yes, yessss! Please, I want it!!" You wail out, no regard to how loud your voice is right now. All you want is your orgasm.

Toji's chuckle is too close to your eardrums. You squirm under him, and he playfully bites the lobe of your ears. "Go 'head, darlin'. Make a real mess on me, ya hear?" He kisses you lovingly while his hips snap at you at an erratic tempo, prompting uncontrollable moans to enter the air against your will. With every rut is an abrasive hit to the tender spots within you, and your clit doesn't go unnoticed when he brings his hand back down to play with it, grinding on the pearl rough with his calloused forefinger. And it's thanks to this that your fifth release comes to you in mere seconds.

Your husband tries to rut out more deep thrusts into you and plunge into you a while longer. But it's to no avail when your cunt flutters on his cock deliciously, forcing him to succumb to an orgasm of his own. Moans are exchanged between your mouths, and your bodies experience the aftershocks together.

And when the two of you enter a halcyon state with the quiet room, Toji frees your lips off his and wipes your pretty face off of tears and drool. "So," he kisses your cheeks. "How ya feelin'? Like a new person?"

"...I don't think I can feel my vagina anymore." You say aimlessly, happy to know your drained self has the older man laughing.

"Sorry 'bout that, mama." He brings his lips to your forehead. "Be lucky I'm tired from that wedding and flight. Otherwise, I'd be fuckin' the shit out of you all night." He snickers at your helpless expression, shaking your head at such a fantasy. There's all the time in your honeymoon for that.

You use whatever strength you have left to bring your hands to his face to cup. "Thank you for sparing me, my lovely husband."

Toji hums with a smile, the scar on the right of his lip lifted. And he kisses you until fatigue takes over you both, sleep being the only thing that shuts you from the outside world. The warmth of your embrace and the connection of your bodies are proof of the start of your newlywedded life.

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Oh My God || Hazel Callahan

Listen- I believe in loser hazel and I find her to be perfect- I know this isn't my best fic but I've been in serious bottoms brain rot

dialog prompts:

"Hold my hand" "Absolutely not"

Characters: Hazel Callahan x Reader, the whole club

Word count: 2359

Hazel Callahan was your mortal enemy. Did she know? Probably not. It was honestly beside the point. Because what mattered was that bitch seemed to have it out for you since the start of high school. First, it was taking your topic for a history project. Whatever- no big deal. Then all the “accidents” spilling coffee on your backpack (she had given you money for a new one but still), tripping you in the walkways, and hitting you in the face with a volleyball (multiple times). After that, she got the better parking spot for senior year, and finally, the great big plump cherry on top, she took the lunch table you had practically reserved since freshman year. 

At the end of the day, the whole ordeal may be a bit over-dramatic… but that table was perfect. In the corner, you could either hide or have a great undisturbed lunch with your friends. Hazel had sat there one day with Josie and PJ. which was weird in itself because they never had eaten in the cafeteria before and you didn't even remember them being friends. 

For how much you didn't care about Hazel Callahan- she sure took a lot of your attention.  

If anyone else had done any of those things- you probably wouldn’t have thought anything about it. But this was Hazel Callahan who despite your best efforts you could not stop crushing on. 

The stolen table was a very recent development. As in on Monday and it was now Wednesday. You sat at the next best table with Sylvie and Krystal, watching as Hazel feverishly wrote something in her notebook as PJ seemed to make a grandiose speech. 

She had no right to look that attractive while sitting in your spot. You groaned and face-planted into your crossed arms on the table. 

“Are you good dude?” You rolled your head to the side to look at Sylvie and then let out another frustrated groan. 

“Everything is awful and I hate it here.” 

Krystal patted your back while Silive sighed, “You know what you need?”

“Hmm?” 

“To hit something.” 

You laughed from inside your arm fortress, “Okay Sylvie- what should I hit? A fucking tree? Jeff? A Huntington player?” 

“No, you should join the fight club! It’s for women empowerment- I’m trying to train up to deal with my stepdad ya know?” 

You lifted your head and gave your friend a questioning look. “Fight club? For women empowerment?” 

Sylvie and Krystal both nodded excitedly. 

“When and Where?” 

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Of fucking course. 

When you walk in behind Krystal and Sylvie to the gym, the first person you see is Hazel.

Your body immediately fills with rage. At this point, it’s starting to feel like you're more angry at yourself for crushing on someone you barely even know. But you believe in self-love so you plan to continue projecting your anger onto someone else. 

Everyone was milling about and chatting, you left your bag on the bleachers by everyone else’s and followed your friends to the middle of the gym. 

Stella-Rebecca caught your eye and waved, which you gladly returned before PJ stomped as hard as possible on the floor to get everyone's attention. 

“What time is it?!” She screamed and was answered by a chorus of “3:15”s 

“That’s right you sluts! It’s time to get down and dirty!” 

You couldn't help the look of mild disgust that passed across your features. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. After al, Sylvie made some seriously questionable choices- you thought you could trust Krystal though. 

“Alright cunts- who wants to start us of-” PJ started by being cut off by Hazel who whispered something to her and then directed PJ’s attention onto you with a point of her pen. “Well look what the cat dragged in.” PJ gave you an unimpressed look which made you roll your eyes. 

“I can leave if this is a closed cl-” You started to point behind you to the door but Josie stopped you by waving her hands

“No- no you're more than welcome. PJ just gets a little into it- you know flashbacks to juvie and all that.” Josie gives a reassuring (and awkward) smile.

You pursed your lips and nodded, “Cool.” out of the corner of your eye you could see Hazel giving Josie a thumbs up. 

“Well, Since you’re fresh blood let's see what you got,” PJ says while smiling at you. 

“Okay,” you shrug. “I really don’t know what I’m doing though so don’t expect much.” 

PJ just brushes you off, “Don’t worry. It’s mostly just instinct.”

You nod and step into the center of the circle of girls. Okay, maybe this was a stupid fucking idea. 

“Let's see…” PJ looks around the circle, trying to decide who to pair you up with. “Hazel- why don’t you hop in.” 

Hazel looks nervous, but she still nods and enters the ring, giving you a small smile and nod. 

You look at her blankly, “Now what?” you ask.

“Now you hit each other.” PJ claps her hands together, “Fucking beat each other the fuck up!” 

“What-” You can’t finish your question because Hazel deals a hard hit right to your gut. “Fuck!” you double over in shock before gathering yourself again. “What the fuck.” 

Hazel looks a little confused but motions to herself, “Hit me now- that's how this works.” 

You give her the best “what the fuck” look you can convey before settling into a fighting stance. You thought there'd be a little lead-up or something.

You swung and got in a decent hit to the side of Hazel's face. It left a stinging sensation on your knuckles but you tried to shake it off. 

The two of you exchanged a few more punches and kicks back and forth before Hazel managed to catch you completely off guard and- 

BAM 

Your ass hit the ground hard. “Fuck!” you couldn't help the curse from leaving your lips. You let yourself unfurl onto the ground and stared at the ceiling. The girls around you clapped as you tried to catch your breath. 

“Good fight,” Hazel said, reaching one of her hands out towards you on the ground. 

You just looked at her, “Yeah. Good...” Suddenly your head hurt a lot more than it did a minute ago. “Fight.” This was definitely a stupid fucking decision. Maybe this is what killed you. RIP the girl who got her lights knocked out but the girl who was both the love and hate of her life. 

You tried to sit up but the world was kinda spinning. 

“Hazel, how hard did you hit her?” Josie asked as she joined Hazel looking down at you. Hazel looked like a lost puppy. 

“I didn’t think it was that hard- are you okay.” 

You laughed not handling the embarrassment of the situation well, “I am so good actually.” You went to stand up but stumbled before your legs gave out putting you back on the floor. 

Hazel tried to grab at your hand to help you up but you retracted your hand on instinct. “Hold my hand.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

Silvie barked out a laugh- “damn rejected!”

Hazel looked at you- her big blue eyes filling with hurt. Fuck. You didn't want to have to see those sad puppy dog eyes. You took hold of her hand and let her pull you up. If you thought the world was spinning when you were sitting, now it was like you were on a tilt-a-whirl. “Shit.” you couldn't keep yourself upright and leaned into Hazel so you didn't fall back to the ground. 

“Uh- I’m gonna take her to get some water.” Hazel sounded very concerned but you giggled. This was so embarrassing. Not only were you weak in front of your enemy- but also your crush. “Oh my god, I think I broke her!” 

PJ scoffed, “You just gave her like a concussion- she’ll be fine.” You nodded to agree with PJ. 

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god…” Hazel mumbled as she walked you out of the gym.

“I’m so so sorry.” She continued to apologize to all the girl's bathrooms where she propped you against a sink. “I didn’t think I was that strong.” She gathered some paper towels and got them wet, dabbing them to your forehead. 

In all honesty, you feel fine now. The dizziness was gone and replaced with a dull ache. But you were kinda enjoying Hazel being all over you. 

“It’s fine. Don't worry about it.” 

“If you want to hit me I get it- I deserve it.”

You laughed, “Yeah you can say that again.” You needed to practice biting your damn tongue. 

“I’m so sorry- I can’t believe I did that- I always do something stupid around you. I didn’t mean to hit you that hard- I just can’t like to focus with you around and I’m sorry-” Hazel continued to ramble and you started to zone out a little before saying the only thing running through your mind. 

“You stole my table”

Hazel stopped talking and looked at you. “No, I didn’t”

“Yes, you did.”

“What are you talking about? I’ve never stolen anything let alone a table- I don’t even know where I would’ve put-”

“No Hazel, my seat. In the lunch room.” 

She just stared at you and blinked. 

“You stole my spot- where I have sat every day for the last and you spilled coffee on my backpack and hit me in the face with volleyballs and… and… and now you gave me a concussion with your fists.” 

Hazel groaned and moved away from you holding her face in her hands, “Oh my god you must think I hate you.”

“Well yeah!” 

Hazel just groaned again. “I just like you.” 

“Oh yeah sure- wait- what did you just say?”

“I just like you okay,” She kicks the floor and starts to pout, “You’re just like really cool and like always around and you make me nervous.” 

“Oh my god.” 

“I know- i’m sorry- I knew you hated me cause of all that stuff”

“Oh my god-”

Hazel made more inhuman nosies as you started to laugh.

“Hazel what the actual fuck- you like me? You like me? For how long?” 

Hazel stopped with the noises “I don’t know? Like freshman year? Why?” 

“Despite all of the mishaps, and how much they pissed me off- I could not stop crushing on you… since freshman year.” 

Hazels jaw literally dropped, “What, no way?” 

“Yes way. Why didnt you just like talk to me?” 

“Well everytime I did I would somehow manage you hurt you.” 

You shook your head and laughed lighty, “thats actually fair, I can’t blame you for that.” 

She cracked a bit of a smile, relief from the last few seconds flooding over the both of you. 

“This is crazy.” 

You laughed, “it is. And to think all it took was you punching me to the ground.” 

She groaned, “god I really am sorry-”

“It’s fine- definitely worth it.” 

She smiled, “now what?” 

You shrugged, “I don’t know- we’ve wasted almost four years it seems like so theres no point in wasting any more.” 

She gave you a dopey look and figeted with the rings on her fingers.

“Hazel come here.” She followed your instructions obditally and stood in front of you- close enough that you could feel the gentle wind of her breath. 

You placed your hands on her shoulders, not entirely sure the right way to go about this- and maybe this was moving a bit fast and the common sense had gotten knocked out of your head but at this point you were kicking yourself for not making a move over the entrieity of your highschool career. 

Her eyes were open, glued to your lips. 

“Gotta start making up for all that lost time.” you leaned forward, barley brushing your lips together, when you pulled back Hazel stood completely still with her eyes shut tight. You smiled to yourself. “Do you want to..” Hazel keep her eyes shut but nodded. 

You leaned again, this time trying to add in some movement. It was painfully obvious that neither of you really knew what you were doing. Hazel seemed to have a sudden surge in confidence after accidentally (maybe?) bitting your lower lip which drew some type of sound from you. She stepped forward, pushing you aagint the bathroom sink and putting the two of you in a much more intainte position. 

Despite the awkwardness and surprise, it felt nice- or good? Something like that. You stopped anazlying everything and instead focused on the fact that their was a very attractive girl running her hands down your back and letting your shirt cover her finger tips as she explored you. 

The second you started to thank whatever god was a above that it was after school hours so the building was essentially vacant- the door brust open, followed by two very loud “fuck”s. 

Hazel rushed back away from you, her face already blushing a bright pink. 

PJ and Josie stood in the doorway- matching faces of shock painting their features. 

“No fucking way Hazel is getting puss before us.” PJ rolled her eyes. 

“Uh- sorry we just uh- you know- wanted to make sure you were good.” Josie was doing a horrible job hiding her uncomforatbleness as she questioned you with a thumbs up. 

You bit your lip to stop from laughing and gave her a thumbs up back, “Doing great in here. Thanks- but if you wouldn’t mind leaving-”

“Oh yeah! Yeah! For sure- we’ll let you two lovebirds get back to it.” Josie did a half bow before turning and pushing PJ out the door. 

You laughed as hazel just looked mortified, “we’ll continue this later, I think we should get back to the club though- kinda wanna see you lay some bitchs out.” 

She took a deep breath and patted down her shirt, before looking in the mirror and fixing her hair. 

You gave her another thumbs up before the two of you left the bathroom to go back to the gym. 

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For some reason I just want to see Dogday x child reader, Basically they're somehow surviving in the place, and the child has grown quite a bit, and basically he's comforting reader after a nightmare

Here you are love! Took some creative liberties

Trigger warnings: blood, depictions of gore, death, just the standard stuff

Romantic/platonic?: platonic

Requested by: anonymous

Category: comfort angst

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x child!reader

Word count: 746

They Haunt Me

You remembered when everything went wrong, the day… no. The hour everything just collapsed onto your tiny shoulders at once.

You were about to get adopted, about to leave the place you had been raised in but you couldn't wait to be someone's little kid. And it was such a nice couple adopting you too, a woman named Krystal and her wife Emma. They looked at you with such warm loving eyes, only to be filled with terror moments later and to fall cold.

The screams and the desperate sounds of footsteps were all you could hear as you let out choked and quiet sobs, huddled up as far back as you could be. You hoped and prayed that everything would calm down and would be alright again as you shut your glossy eyes and prayed to an extent that no child unless truly desperate could comprehend.

You slowly opened them, eyes burning with salty tears as you heard the screams outside of that door. You didn't even know how you were still alive, everything hurt both mentally and physically. Your body felt like crumpled paper.

Everything suddenly quieted down, the scampers of critters and small weeps could be heard but going into the distance. You felt brave enough to finally get out of your hiding place and stumble around the massacre inside of the building.

With each footstep you grew more paranoid and afraid but you kept moving, yelping when suddenly a hand grabbed your ankle. You looked down in fear and saw a man desperately holding onto you, somehow alive but too far gone to be saved with his body sliced and torn as if fabric with carefully knitted guts spilling out and painting the ground he crawled on, nails broken and bloodied from being in the way of the only hand he had to move with. He tried to speak but blood gurgled in his throat, only making your fear worse as you shook him off and ran.

You found Krystal and Emma, both dead and brutally torn apart but hand in hand. Despite all of this… the blood, the gore, everything. This is what hurt the most. The women who were going to take you and love you so dearly, strung apart like confetti. Krystal’s face was wide open like her arms were, and Emma’s jaw was hanging on by a thread just like you were at this very moment.

With a pained gasp, you shot up and held your chest. Clutching your heart only covered by your flesh and bones that seemed to threaten to tear through them, sweating violently. You gulped and dry heaved a bit while shaking just like you did when you hid. You were still just a kid, even if you were much older by now. Dogday heard you and came rushing, kneeling beside you and pressing a paw against your forehead with the other on your back. “Angel?”

He was worried since you were the only thing he had left in this place. He could defend you from the monsters that lurked in the shadows but he could never protect you from your own mind. “Cherub, look at me… it's okay. It'll be okay.” The canine said softly while sitting on his knees, bringing your shaky form to him as he cradled you in his arms. You tried to say something but could only feel choked up as he continued to rock you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And you were to him.

“M-mom, mama…” You choked out, saying the names that your new adoptive mothers encouraged you to call them before it was too late. Dogday had found you months after the hour of joy, shocked that someone was still alive. Especially someone so young, so he had taken you in as his own. In the end you were still adopted just under more unfortunate circumstances. Dogday carefully shushed you and pressed his dry nose against your forehead, sighing shakingly.

He rubbed your back and squeezed you tight in his arms, being careful since you were just skin and bone. He carefully rubbed your scalp with one hand so you could have the comfort you needed. “They're not here, cherub. I'm so sorry.” He whispered before adding with a shaky voice. “But I'm here, I'll always be here. I promise.” He reassured softly while feeling you slowly but surely relax in his arms.

Sadly, promises were made to be broken.

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krystal is so submissive boss idk :( known to be scary and cold, but really she’s just your little girl even though she’s like 10 years older :( funny bc she goes from screaming at her employees to sitting on your lap in her office and asking mommy for kisses ☹️ dressing up for you 😵‍💫 likes wearing a little tiara she keeps in her desk bc calling her your princess can literally make her squirt 🤭 -🌷

i’m literally shaking-

i was thinking exactly about this last night, she’s either an cold rough dom or a super annoying spoiled sub that you can’t help but love and it’s totally your fault that she’s spoiled. secret boss/employee relationship :( the others joke around that you’re her favorite because she never seems to get mad at you and you laugh it off, saying its nonsense, but truly isn’t… but they have no idea that what really goes on is that their ice cold scary boss melts in your hands.

taking her place in the comfy chair behind her desk, watching as she walks around her office rambling about what someone did wrong and other things that got on her nerves — sometimes you think she purposely looks for things to get mad at so you’ll come and fuck her —, patiently waiting for her to let it all out and come sit on your lap. brushing her hair off her face when she does and kissing her cheek, asking “are you done?” and she just huffs, so ready to start complaining again but gets easily distracted by your kisses and your hands unbuttoning her shirt.

likes to ‘complain’ whenever you start playing with her, that you’re ruining her hair, her makeup, her clothes, but again, she’s annoying and spoiled and her legs spread instantly as your fingers slide under the hem of her panties and guess what? she’s already sticky and ready for your fingers, sliding two inside her in one go and pumping in and out slowly, thumb circling her clit, all while talking to her casually, saying she should apologize to the others, it’s nice, to keep a good relation with her employees. tries to talk back but you threaten to stop and she instantly goes “no, no, okay, i’ll apologize, i promise” in this high pitched voice and holds your hand in place.

wears skirts for the sake of giving you easy access, loves to make out while riding your thigh and is so selfish, doesn’t care if she’s making a mess… because it’s technically your fault! playing with her tits and encouraging her with “cum for me, princess, i got you” ?? you know what that does for her.

lots of thoughts about unintentional edging, her being so close but someone knocks on the door and you have to stop, walking out with a kiss and a promise that you’ll finish it later, while her mind stays all blurry, her pussy so wet it leaks onto the leather of her chair :(

the dressing up thing is so true because i can see her getting genuinely sad if you don’t compliment her outfit :( of course she doesn’t dress up only for you but sometimes she carefully chooses pieces she knows you will like it and expects you to notice, wrap your arms around her and say something nice about it…. i just know it makes her day!

#asks #krystal jung smut #🌷 anon

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No Distance Left to Run | Part 4 | S.R

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Chapter Summary - As you prepare to return to the BAU you find yourself hot water and this time Spencer might not be able to save you. As the BAU work to find you, your secrets come to light.

A/N - some canon elements of Date Night used but I mostly rewrote it.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / BAU Fem! Reader

Category - friends to lovers | mutual pining | angst with happy ending | smut minors DNI

Warnings - spoilers for 14.15 Truth or Dare and for 15.06 Date Night, abusive relationship, kidnapping, guns, hostage situations, Cat Adams, panic attacks, tears, swearing.

WC - 9.1k

Part 4 - Dominoes

Present Day

After fifteen days off work, you were more than ready to get back to the BAU tomorrow. 

You loved the extra time you got to spend with your children but it was anything but a relaxing vacation time. 

Between meeting with lawyers in regards to your marriage and your husband who remained in jail pending trial, and trying to be super mom, you were more drained than you would be from a normal case load. 

It had been nearly three weeks since Jared’s arrest and two weeks since the hostage situation in which you’d confessed your love for your best friend. Your best friend who hadn’t once tried to contact you since Rossi’s wedding.

You’d told him you needed time apart but Spencer was stubborn and you were sure he would try to call, maybe even show up at the house, but he never did. 

You’d missed him, missed how things used to be. For the past seven months since Varnville things hadn’t been the same between you. 

They’d just started to get better, the iciness starting to thaw when you’d made your confession. Time had begun to heal the wounds you caused Spencer by falling into bed with him and you’d been amicable again, friendly even. 

Right before you’d been called out to LA where two murders had been committed in two days with similar MO’s, the case which would lead to you being held hostage, you’d been having a game of poker as a team. 

“You guys, you should have seen Reid. He shot a one hundred.” Luke spoke as he and Spencer entered the round table room. The rest of you gasped and made appreciative sounds. “Yeah, he qualified to shoot a possum.” 

“That’s like a perfect score. What, like, two hundred agents have made the wall of glory?” Matt sounded rightfully impressed.

“He hit everything, I mean at one point I thought he must have two guns.” Luke shook his head as he slid into one of the vacant chairs. 

“Maybe I did.” Spencer smiled knowingly, sitting in the space opposite you. 

You looked at him with curiosity and he simply smiled at you. 

You’d gone two days without a case which was a nice reprieve but it left you all a little on edge. You’d worked your way through a backlog of reports until Garcia suggested a round of poker with jelly beans for chips. 

Rossi was the only one not in attendance as he was helping Krystall with last minute wedding preparations. 

The game began, slowly one by one the team members folded, finally leaving only you, Spencer and Luke still in. 

You glanced at your cards before placing them back face down on the table. You cupped your pile of jelly beans you’d procured and pushed them all to the centre of the table, looking Spencer dead in the eye. 

“Do you think the lady is bluffing?” Luke looked between the two of you. 

“I know the lady is bluffing because she has a tell.” He gave you that knowing smile once more. 

“No I don’t.” You shook your head but Spencer continued to smile and pushed his own pile of candy towards the centre. 

“I’m gonna go all in.” He sat back in his chair. 

“Oh I like it.” Luke smirked. “Live by the sword, die by the sword. I call.” 

“Alright, lets see ‘em.” Tara encouraged.

Luke turned his card over and placed them on the table top. 

“Three of a kind, king high.”

“Perfectly respectable but not getting it done.” Tara shook her head. 

Spencer opened his hand, placing his cards down with a smug smile gracing his lips. 

“Pair of kings, pair of sevens. Oh I’m sorry, uh, three sevens.” His smile grew. 

“Oh, a full boat from the sassy Doctor Reid.” Tara chuckled. 

Spencer focused on you, his smile in full bloom. You felt your own tugging at your lips as you placed your own cards down for them to see. 

A four, five, six, seven and eight of spades. Spencer's face fell, his smile vanishing in an instant. 

“A straight flush, that has to hurt.” Tara chuckled. 

“I think Doctor Reid is speechless.” Matt laughed too. 

You shrugged, reaching out to collect your winnings. 

“Guess I’m a better liar than you thought.”

Spencer had continued to stare at you in disbelief until Emily announced you had a case which was taking you to LA. At that moment, high from your win, you never could have foreseen where that case would lead. 

Unpredictability was unfortunately a part of life. Thirteen years ago you never would have anticipated the nice man you met in a bar on your birthday would go on to abuse you. 

Fifteen years ago when you’d first been introduced to the dorky Doctor Spencer Reid, you had no way to know you would still harbour feelings for him all these years later. 

“Yo, pretty boy?” 

“Huh?” 

“Let’s not make the new girl feel uncomfortable on her very first day.” 

“I wasn’t…I wasn’t…” 

“Don’t mind him, he doesn’t get out much.” 

“Everyone this is our new agent Y/N Y/L/N, please can you all make her feel welcome. Not too welcome though, ok, Reid?” 

“Got it.”

He’d changed so much since then, it was only really now you realised that. When you saw someone every day it was hard to notice those little changes they went through until you took a step back and saw how big those changes really were.

You’d both gone from being in your early twenties, innocent and green to now somehow circling forty, much less naive than you had been back then. A whole lifetime had passed in those years. You’d gotten married, had two children and you and Spencer had both suffered your share of trauma. 

You and Spencer were long overdue for a painful conversation. It would make or break your relationship, it would dictate where the two of your futures were headed and if they were entwined with one another's. 

It was only a matter of time before he would ask you again, and you had to decide if you were willing to be honest with him or lie to him. 

“Y/N?” He rolled his lip between his teeth. “Truth or dare?” 

You sucked in a breath, closing your eyes for a fraction of a second before opening them and looking at him again.

“Truth.” You croaked. 

“Did you mean it?” 

Your eyes flit down to your bracelet, eyeing the inscription for a moment or two before you looked back at Spencer. There was a simple answer and a complicated one, neither of which you wanted to get into right now.

“Spencer I-”

What had you planned on saying before Adie interrupted you? You weren’t even sure of that yourself. Because you had meant it, but being in love with Spencer Reid was far too complicated for words. 

You wanted to keep those thoughts at bay, at least for one more day. You had one last day off work before you had to see Spencer again and you needed to not burden yourself with any unnecessary stress.

You dropped the kids at school before running some errands. You did the grocery shopping for the week, knowing it was likely you would be pulled in on a case once you went back and wouldn’t have time to do it otherwise. 

You’d arranged for your cousin Olivia to sit the kids while you worked, after explaining to her why Jared suddenly wasn’t around. She was more than happy to stay at the house with your children while you were off fighting crime. 

You picked up extra ice cream and a bottle of nice wine for Olivia as a thank you, dropped off your dry cleaning and drove back home where you planned to clean the house until it was time to pick your kids up from school. 

You parked on the drive and exited the car, going over to the house and opening the door before getting the bags out of the trunk so you didn’t have to try and wrestle it open with your hands full.

Heading back to your SUV, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention. You slowed your steps, honing your senses onto your surroundings. Something felt off, but you didn’t know why. But your instincts were telling you something was amiss. 

Your hand instinctively went to your firearm but of course it wasn’t there, it was tucked away in the safe in the house. 

You cautiously continued back to the car, eyes rapidly searching the street, your front yard and the front yards of your neighbours houses. You kept your footsteps soft and quiet so you could pick up on any little noise. 

You reached the SUV and popped the trunk, feeling your nerves start to fade a little. You were paranoid, that’s all it was. You tried to shake it off but you couldn’t quite let it go, the hairs on your neck refusing to go down. 

You collected up the paper bags in your arms, cradling them on one hip so you could close the trunk with the other. You turned and tried to rebalance the bags but found yourself looking down the barrel of a revolver. 

You fumbled with the bags and dropped them all on the ground, partially conscious of hearing the wine bottle smash as it hit the concrete. You swallowed, trying to focus yourself on the long dark hair of the woman pointing the gun at you. 

“What do you want?” You croaked. “I have money, I have connections. I’m an FBI Agent, you don’t want to do this.” 

“Oh, I know exactly who you are.” The woman chuckled. “Jared says hello.” 

You whimpered, taking a step back to your car but then you were taking a blow to the head from the muzzle of the gun and soon the world went dark.

Life was certainly unpredictable. 

***

When Penelope Garcia initially received the call from a friendly woman named Linda at the Hyde-Addison Elementary School, she was confused to say the least. Her confusion turned into panic when Linda informed her that two students, Adleine and Finley Haines had not been collected from school.

Linda, the school’s administrator had tried calling their mother several times when she didn’t come to pick up her kids but kept getting her voicemail. The school had been informed that Jared Haines was not reachable at present.

The school required pre-approval for anyone to collect kids from the school who weren’t the children’s legal carers. As godparents to Adie and Fin, Penelope and Spencer along with your cousin Olivia were the only people pre-approved.

Garcia had been the first person called and she’d been sitting at her desk in her bat cave when she’d received the call. The rest of the team were in the bullpen working on paperwork as they didn’t have an active case. 

Before Penelope allowed herself to spiral into fear, she called Olivia and asked if she could pick the kids up from school, trying not to say too much to alarm the young girl. Penelope needed to be at the BAU, because she knew if you hadn’t picked up the kids, there was a sinister reason for it. 

She tried to remain calm while she headed through to the bullpen, head down and focused solely on Emily Prentiss’ office. She knocked on the door but didn’t wait for an answer before she tottered inside.

“We’ve got a case?” Emily looked up from her paperwork.

“Uh, yes and no.” Garcia closed the door behind her. “I just had an interesting call from Hyde-Addison.”

Emily’s eyebrows furrowed as she turned that name over in her head a few times. 

“Adie and Fin’s school?” 

“Yes.”

Emily’s back straightened in her chair, knowing whatever Garcia was going to say wouldn’t be good.

“Should I be worried?” The raven haired Unit Chief’s heart was already pounding.

“Maybe,” Garcia nodded. “Y/N wasn’t there to collect the kids today. She would never forget to pick the kids up. I’ve called Liv, she’s going to get them. But I think something has happened to Y/N.” 

“Why didn’t they call Jared?” Emily narrowed her eyes on the blonde. 

“I…uh, it's complicated?” 

“Has something happened between them? She didn’t really give me much detail of why she needed time off.” 

“I think that’s going to be a story I can only tell once.”

Emily was out of her seat and heading to the door before Penelope even finished her sentence. She swung the door open so forcefully it caused all the agents in the bullpen to look up at her.

Garcia pushed open Rossi’s door, motioning him out. The old man got up from his desk and padded outside. 

“What’s going on?” He spoke, looking between Emily and Garcia. 

“A bad one?” JJ spoke up from her desk. 

Emily let out a shaky breath, ready to deliver the news to her waiting team and wishing things like this didn’t always fall on her shoulders. 

“Garcia received a call just now from Adeline and Finley’s school when Y/N failed to show up to collect them.” Emily spoke, trying to keep her voice measured. 

Spencer immediately shot out of his chair, glaring at Emily.

“What?” His face was drained of colour. “Why?”

“We don’t know, that’s what we need to find out.” Emily nodded sternly.

“Why did they call you?” Luke asked, directing his question to Garcia. “Where’s their dad?”

Penelope looked at Spencer, her expression pleading him to help her. She didn’t want to have to relay this story for you, not that Spencer did either. He huffed out a breath and slowly headed up the stairs to join Garcia, Emily and Rossi while they all looked at him in slight confusion.

“A few weeks ago Penelope discovered that Jared Haines had been arrested.” Spencer began, his voice cracking as he spoke. “For a domestic disturbance turned attempted murder.” 

The rest of the team gasped at his words, exchanging looks and silently asking each other if anyone knew. Penelope was on her phone, tapping at the keys.

“He was abusing her?” Emily looked at Spencer, her expression one of sorrow.

“For a long time.” He nodded sadly. “I knew he was hurting her, I tried to help her but she refused me every time. Adeline called the cops when Jared got hold of Y/N’s gun. He shot the wall, not Y/N. When DC Metro showed up, he had his hand around her throat.” 

“Jeez,” Rossi shook his head. “That poor girl.” 

“I had no idea.” JJ pouted, her eyes filling with tears.

“You think this has something to do with him?” Luke asked, his nostrils flared in anger.

“He’s still in jail, I just checked.” Garcia waved her phone. 

“What is this about then?” Tara frowned. “Do we really think something has happened to her?”

“She would never leave the kids like that. No way.” Spencer shook his head. 

“This might not be a case, there may be a reasonable explanation.” Emily didn’t look as though she believed that herself. 

“Can I go and check on her?” Spencer begged. 

“Ok.” Emily nodded. “You have your car?” 

“No,” he raked his fingers through his hair. 

“I’ll take you kid,” Rossi nodded at him. 

“I’ll try and ping her cell phone.” Garcia hurriedly started back towards the stairs, Rossi and Spencer in tow. 

“Just in case something has happened, tell Y/N’s cousin to keep the kids away from her house.” Emily instructed. 

“Aye aye boss.” Penelope spoke as she carried on walking. 

Spencer was soon over taking her, walking as fast as he could towards the elevators while Rossi struggled to keep up. 

He was blinded by his emotions and he knew it. And he also knew if anything had happened to you he would never be the same. 

***

“Why are you doing this?” You asked once you finally came to, tied to a chair in a nondescript room. 

The dark haired woman sat on an old desk, twirling her revolver in her hand. 

“I already told you, for your husband.” She clucked.

“I don’t buy it.” You shook your hazy head. “He’s too controlling to let someone else do his dirty work.” 

“But he’s in prison, so he can’t do his own dirty work.” 

“Fine, let’s pretend I believe you. How do you know my husband?” You sighed. 

“We were lovers.” She smirked dangerously at you but you simply rolled your eyes. 

“Sweetheart, we both know that’s not true. My husband is forty two years old, you can’t be more than late twenties. We’ve been together for thirteen years, so if you’re telling me you were together before I met him, that would have made you, at most, sixteen years old. I highly doubt that he would have dated a sixteen year old when he was almost thirty.” You argued. 

“Who said it was before you met him?” 

“So you’re proposing that my husband cheated on me with you?” You cocked an eyebrow at her. “Ok, let’s say that happened. Why would you be willing to do his dirty work for him? What is he offering you in return for killing me? Let me guess, with me dead he has no one to testify against him and he goes free? And then what? The two of you run off into the sunset together with two kids?” 

You saw something flicker in her eyes. 

“Something like that.” She shrugged. 

You knew what you’d seen. She hadn’t given your kids a second thought. You decided to take a leaf from Spencer’s book. When he’d faced off with Cat Adams after prison he’d tricked her by giving the wrong name of Morgan’s son, proving she didn’t know as much about him as she thought.

“You think you’re equipped to look after Sammy and Kylie?” You scoffed. 

“I can be surprisingly maternal.” She smirked at you.

That cleared that up. This was most certainly not about Jared. If she was really his lover or whatever she claimed to be, surely she would know about his kids and this woman certainly did not. 

It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. 

“Where are my kids now?” You asked. 

“How should I know? I’m not interested in them, I’m interested in you.” The woman pushed herself up from the desk suddenly and you held your breath as she came closer to you. It was then you noticed the camera set up on a table top tripod, pointing your way.

She came behind you and you flinched when she wrapped her arm around your neck, gun dangling by your chest.

“Say cheese,” the woman chirruped, seconds before a camera flash went off.

***

Upon arrival at 184 Calvert Street it was immediately clear there had been a struggle. 

Several bags of groceries were on the drive, a smashed bottle of wine, cracked eggs and a partially split box of cereal. Your car was unlocked and your front door was wide open. 

Spencer drew his weapon, as did Rossi, as they headed towards the house. Without a word, Spencer took the ground floor and Rossi the first. A few minutes later Rossi called out, “clear.” 

“Clear here too.” Spencer holstered his weapon.

Nothing in the house appeared to be out of place, it looked the same as it usually did. He moved some books aside on the bookshelf to reveal the safe hidden behind. He heard Rossi’s footsteps on the stairs as he input the code.

He popped the safe door and reached inside, locating your gun with ease. He turned and held it up to Rossi who was looking at him with a frown. 

“You know her combination?” The older man asked. 

“It’s Adie’s birthday.” Spencer shrugged. “Makes sense she wouldn’t have had her gun, she wasn’t working.”

He put the firearm back in the safe as the two of them headed back outside. 

“It looks like she opened the door before getting the groceries. She had a lot to carry and I guess she figured it was easier to open the door first.” Rossi mused.

“She gets the door open, heads back to the car and grabs the bags, but someone waits until after she’s got them and closes the trunk to strike.” Spencer added. “There’s no other signs of a struggle or a fight. She’s startled and drops the bags and then what?”

“First blush? If it were me, a gun in my face would startle me enough to drop my bags.” Rossi speculated. 

Spencer roughly rubbed his palm across his jaw, shaking his head.

“This can’t be happening, Rossi. Not after everything she’s been through.” 

“Kid, take a breath.” Rossi put his hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “What’s going on here?”

“Clearly someone has stalked her, learnt her patterns and-”

“Not what I mean.” Rossi cut him off. 

“I can’t let anything else bad happen to her, Dave. Not after I sat by for years and did nothing while her jerk husband beat her.” Spencer spat. 

“Reid, you can’t blame yourself for that.”

“Yet I do.” 

“We’re going to get to the bottom of this and we’re gonna find her.” Rossi looked determined. “And when we do, maybe the two of you will finally stop playing this exhausting little game and finally admit you’re crazy about each other.” 

Rossi strolled away towards his car and Spencer watched him go. He couldn’t help the dry chuckle that left his lips at the old man’s words.

If only you knew, Rossi. If only you knew.

***

Two Weeks Ago

“Garcia, any luck with Judge Hamilton?” Spencer leant forward in the chair, speaking into the car’s microphone while you drove. 

Judge Melissa Hamilton was one of the people who the team suspected might be their unsub, Casey Allen Pinkner’s next target. But so far Garcia hadn’t been able to get hold of her. 

“No, we’ve reached everyone else involved she won’t pick up. I’ve pinged her phone, you guys are close.” Garcia informed you both. 

“She’s gotta be his end game, he knows we’re onto him and time is limited.” You huffed, continuing down the street and keeping your eyes peeled for Melissa Hamilton’s car.

“During sentencing she wanted to throw the book at him, she said that he needed to take responsibility for his actions.” Spencer spoke.

“That would have incensed him.” You sighed.

“Oh! she just pulled over.” Garcia’s voice came through the speakers again. 

You and Spencer both glanced around the busy LA street. Up ahead Spencer noticed a car stopped, frowning he leant further forward. 

“That’s her, that’s Judge Hamilton. Turn around.” He quickly told you. 

He held on tight while you made a sharp and somewhat precarious U-turn in the middle of a busy intersection. As you closed in on the vehicle it started moving again. 

You were hot on its tail, Spencer keeping a close eye on the sedan weaving in and out of traffic. Suddenly a tanker pulled out of a side road and Hamilton’s car came to an abrupt stop before they collided.

You pulled in behind it as the doors were opening on the other vehicle. Casey Allen Pinkner slid out of the back seat and instantly fired his gun in Spencer’s direction. Spencer was quick to duck behind the open door and narrowly avoided the bullet that hit the side of the SUV. 

You drew your own weapon but didn’t return fire given the amount of people on the street. Instead the two of you hurried after where he ran off with Judge Hamilton in tow. He’d run inside a jewellery store and you both followed him in, weapons pointed in his direction. 

“Everybody out!” Spencer yelled as he entered, waving the customers towards the door. 

Pinkner aimed his gun at the ceiling and pulled the trigger, making the store clerk who he held by the shoulder scream.

“Go, get out.” You motioned to the other customers before turning to Pinkner. “FBI!” 

“Put them down.” Pinkner growled. “On the ground.” 

You and Spencer exchanged a look, lowering your gun just a little. 

“It’s ok,” Spencer whispered, lowering his also and tossing it on the floor before you followed suit.

Pinkner made the clerk close the shutters while he had Hamilton force you and Spencer to the floor and tape your wrists behind your back. She was shaking as she taped up Spencer’s arms. 

“Don’t worry, it's going to be ok.” He whispered to her. 

What ensued was the two of you sitting back and witnessing Pinkner try and force Hamiliton to play his sick game of truth or dare whilst threatening if she didn’t play, he would kill her daughter. 

His dare for Hamilton entailed her shooting Spencer. But to his credit, Spencer didn’t even flinch with the gun pointing at him.

“Casey…” You spoke up, sensing the judge’s hesitancy whilst trying to push yourself to your feet.. “Uh, if Melissa won’t play, I will. Truth or dare? That’s your game right? I’ll play.” 

“Casey, I know what it's like, to be wrongly accused, sent to prison for a crime you didn’t commit.” Spencer spoke now, obviously trying to buy you all some time. 

“Yeah right, you went to jail?” Pinkner scoffed but Spencer simply nodded. “Yeah, I’d like to see that pretty boy.” 

Meanwhile behind his back Spencer had located a shard of glass from a broken display. He had it between his fingers as he attempted to cut through his tape. It was tricky at this angle and could feel the glass cutting into his palm but he powered through. 

“Ok, agent…” Casey turned to you with the gun, trailing off when he realised he didn’t know your name. 

“Y/L/N.”

“Agent Y/L/N, truth or dare?” He spat. 

“Truth.” You sucked in a breath. 

“If I think you’re lying, or stretching the truth in the slightest, I’ll kill him.” He turned the gun on Spencer briefly before pointing it back at you. “You ever shoot anybody before?” 

“Yes I have.” You nodded. 

“You enjoy it?” Pinkner smirked at you. 

“No.”

“LIAR!” He yelled, turning the gun back to Spencer and pulling the trigger.

You screamed at the sound, your heart instantly pounding. But soon enough you realised the bullet hadn’t hit him, not quite. 

“No, no I’m not lying!” You were quick to say, tears now flooding your vision. “The people I shot, I had no choice. But I did not enjoy it, I didn’t. You asked, and I told the truth ok? So, uh, now it's my turn? That’s how this game’s played. We take turns. Truth or dare?”

You tried to keep your tears at bay but if he shot at Spencer like that again they would certainly fall. You glanced at him, he looked a little shell shocked from the ordeal, no doubt he’d heard the bullet whirring past his head. But at least he was unscathed. 

“Truth.” Casey replied and you looked back at him. 

“What’s it going to take for all of us to walk out of here alive? For this to end peacefully?” You pleaded with him. 

“I ain’t going back to prison. My turn. Truth or dare?” 

“Truth.” You clenched your jaw. 

In your peripheral vision you could see Spencer moving ever so slightly. Hopefully you were buying you both enough time for him to come up with a way out of here. 

“I want you to say something you’re afraid to say. That you’d never tell anybody and you better make it good because if it's not it's gonna be the last thing you ever say. What’s it gonna be?” Pinkner spat, proffering the gun closer to you. 

“There are only four people I trust in this world.” You swallowed. 

“Boring.” Pinkner turned and quickly fired a bullet into Judge Hamilton's leg. She screamed and fell to the floor. “Next.” 

Your heart was thumping against your chest. You knew you had to say something good and this was certainly something you didn’t want to say. 

“My, uh…my husband…he uh…he hits me. He’s abusive.” You choked as tears started streaming down your face. 

“Wrong. Come on, you can do better than that.” Pinkner scoffed. 

“Casey,” Spencer spoke now, the pain in his voice evident. 

He’d know about what Jared did to you but you’d never said it out loud in quite as many words. He hated the way he felt so powerless against what your husband had done to you. 

“Shut up!” Casey screamed at him, grabbing you by the shoulder and forcing you back to the floor. 

“Ok, ok.” You cried. 

“Last chance. Something you would never say aloud, not even to your partner here. Your deepest, darkest secret. Impress me or I kill him.” He turned the gun back on Spencer. 

You looked at your best friend through watery eyes. There was only one thing left to say. A secret you never thought you’d say out loud, especially to Spencer. 

But it would certainly be enough to get Casey’s attention and with any luck it would save your lives. 

“Come on!” Casey screamed.

You kept your eyes on Spencer, tears getting heavier. His brow furrowed at you, sensing the weight of what you were about to say. 

“Spence, uh…” you swallowed. “I have always loved you. I was too scared to say it before... and now things are just really too complicated to say it now. I'm sorry, but you should know.”

The look that washed over him could only be described as pure heart break as the world seemed to freeze around you. He’d wanted to hear those words for so many years but not here, not like this. 

For five seconds the two of you stared at each other, five gut wrenching, life altering seconds. This was going to change everything, life would never be the same again. 

***

Present Day

Upon receiving the email from the anonymous server, things started to make a little more sense. 

It didn’t make the situation any less terrifying, but it did at least point the team in the right direction.

Your phone had been found in a dumpster a few blocks from your house and hadn’t rendered anything useful. It was the email that had landed in Garcia’s inbox a few minutes after Spencer and Rossi returned from your home which was interesting. 

It was a photograph of you with your abductor's arm around your shoulder. The woman next to you wasn’t trying to obscure her face telling the team she wasn’t scared of being identified. You had dried blood on the side of your face but other than that you looked to be unscathed. 

But the most alarming part was the demand in the email. 

Release Catherine Adams in twenty four hours. 

And that was how Spencer found himself behind the glass in the little room next to the interrogation room in which Cat Adams currently occupied. 

“You sure you can do this?” JJ was at his side, much like she had been last time he’d had to face off with his nemesis. 

“I don’t have a choice, Jennifer.” He wouldn’t look at her, keeping his eyes on Cat in her bright orange jumpsuit. “She’s made it personal. Again. If I don’t go in there she’s going to have Y/N killed.” 

“I’ll be right here.” JJ tried to calm him. 

“I don’t need you to wait for me. This is something I need to do alone. Go and help the team.” He didn’t look at her as he headed for the door and violently swung it open. 

He slammed it behind him, glaring manically at Cat. 

She was relaxed back in the chair, arms folded across her chest, jumpsuit sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her dark hair was stringy and lifeless, tied back off of her face. 

Those infectious eyes he remembered having so much spark when they played their little game in the restaurant, even after his release from prison with his hand around her throat, were dull like someone had switched a light off. 

He’d seen that look mirrored on his own eyes when he was incarcerated. Day by day prison stripped him of life, and his eyes had slowly lost their sparkle. 

She’d been inside much longer than him, he wasn’t exactly surprised to see the effects she wore. But even when she looked at him they remained dark and cold. 

He could see the resignation. She’d given up. It happened in prison, when you stopped believing there was a way out. He’d reached that point too, he’d gotten himself into solitary for his own protection, but he’d been so sure he’d die there. 

She stared at him, waiting for him to speak. If he didn’t know any better he would have been sure she didn’t have anything to do with this. She didn’t seem as though she had the energy for these kinds of games anymore. 

“Where is she?” He spat at her, not wanting to waste any time. 

“Because I’m going to make it that easy on you?” Cat scoffed, lifeless eyes rolling in her head. 

“The demand of releasing you from prison is never going to happen, so why don’t we save ourselves both some time and tell me what this is really about.” He moved closer to the metal table but didn’t sit down. 

“You haven’t heard,” her lips turned up at the corner. 

“Heard?” He cocked an eyebrow at her. 

“I stopped fighting. The state versus Catherine Adams.” She unfolded her arms, exhaled heavily. 

“You’ve grown a conscience? Unlikely.” He rolled his eyes. 

“I’m bored.” She huffed. “Death has got to be more interesting.” 

“Why am I here, Cat? And where is Y/N?” He tried to keep his voice levelled but he knew it was only a matter of time before he lost his cool. “I’m not playing your games this time, tell me where she is.” 

“You know that’s not how this works, Spencie.” She offered him a sweet smile. Her eyes were still void of emotion. 

“Tell me what you want.” He folded his arms across his chest. 

“My final request,” she sat back in her chair leisurely. “Before I’m put to death. I want to go on a date. With you.” 

Spencer felt his stomach turn violently. Of course there was always something. But she did really think she would get her own way, be released from prison so he could take her out? 

He supposed having an FBI Agent kidnapped was one way to ensure she got what she wanted. 

He unfolded his arms before kneeling in front of her. He moved close to her ear. 

“The only date I will be there for is the one where they stick a needle in your vein.” He spat before pushing himself back up. 

“I hear you have a thing for damaged women, I thought I was just your type.” She smirked wildly at him. 

His teeth ground together furiously, but he tried not to let her see he was coming unravelled. He couldn’t give anything away. She was the master of reading people, him specifically. In another life she would have made a great profiler. 

“I have no idea what you mean.” He sucked in a breath, desperate not to let her see she’d hit a nerve. 

Cat chuckled, an evil and maniacal sound that made Spencer’s stomach lurch. 

“After all this time? Always.” She quoted with a wide smile on her face. 

Spencer’s nostrils flared and he felt his heart leap into his throat. 

How did she know about that? How could she possibly know? 

The only conceivable way would be from your bracelet. The bracelet you’d handed him back at Rossi’s wedding which he’d come to discover when he got home he no longer had in his possession. 

He’d assumed it had fallen out of his pocket, even called the venue the next day but as of yet no one had found it. Even if he’d lost it, it was out of the question that she could have gotten her hands on it. 

“Did you hear me?” Cat spoke again, snapping him out of his thoughts. 

“Yes.” He nodded.

“You’re going to take me on a date or I will have her killed.” She spoke in a sickly sweet tone that made Spencer want to throw up. “I want to look pretty! I wanna have fun! And I won’t even get physical. Unless you want me to.” 

He felt dizzy out of nowhere, his vision starting to blur. The walls of the interrogation room seemed like they were getting closer. He suddenly felt as though he couldn’t breath, like a heavy weight was pressing down on his chest. 

I’m having a panic attack. 

Before he could let Cat see his devolution, he threw open the door and fled the small room. He crossed the corridor in two strides, letting himself into a disused office. 

He fought to loosen his tie which felt like it was strangling him. He managed to get it over his head and tossed it aside while trying to focus on his breathing. 

A large scream ripped through him, involuntarily erupting from his throat and he reached out and swiped a pile of books and papers off the desk in his rage. 

He collapsed to the floor soon after that, hot tears streaming down his face. He sobbed loudly, not caring if anyone was to hear him. He didn’t even care if Cat heard him, even though that was unlikely through the reinforced glass.

He’d had so many emotions pent up for so many years and it was finally all coming to surface. Cat having you kidnapped was the straw that broke the camel's back. The thin piece of thread holding him together all these years snapped. 

You’d told him you loved him and he hadn’t said it back. What if he never got to say it back? You were finally free of the clutches of your abusive husband but now you might die because of Cat’s vendetta against him. 

He’d allow himself this moment. One moment in which he crumbled. Then he would push it all down and focus everything he had on finding you. 

And if he didn’t find you? That didn’t bear thinking about it. 

***

Hours ticked by. Slow, painful hours. There was something familiar about this room but you couldn’t quite place it, couldn’t quite see the bigger picture. 

The room was small, barely larger than your en-suite bathroom at home. The walls were painted white, chipped and peeling at the corners. 

The floor was damp and dusty, clearly having gone unused for years. The table in the corner which your kidnapped sat on was more like a counter than an actual table. 

Behind the counter was a set of thick red velvet curtains which were moth eared and mouldy. You swore you could see a sliver of light behind the thick fabric but maybe that was just wishful thinking. 

A window maybe? 

There was one door, to the left of the counter but it didn’t offer any clues. 

Debris was littered on the floor, torn sheets of paper for which you couldn’t quite piece together to work out what was on them. Small brown beads of something scattered between the paper but you couldn’t ascertain what they were. 

You probably had a concussion. If the blow to the head hadn’t done it you were sure the fall to the ground after you’d been rendered unconscious had. Your brain was foggy, you knew you were missing something right in front of you but you couldn’t work out what. 

The woman didn’t speak much, she mostly sat in silence on her cell phone. None of this made sense. Surely if she’d kidnapped you she wanted something from you? But she was yet to make any demands. 

By now you were sure the team must be looking for you. When you failed to pick up the kids from school either Liv, Penelope or Spencer would have been called. By now they must realise something had happened to you. 

The profiler in you couldn’t stop trying to run through it all in your head despite how much it hurt to do so. 

If this was somehow about Jared, even though you doubted that, where would their paths have crossed? Jared liked to drink, he frequented a lot of bars in the district. She could have been a bartender that he spilled his life to over one too many beers. 

But if that were true wouldn’t she know your kids names? 

She could have gotten hold of your FBI file. It would tell her your husband's name and the fact you had two kids but not their names. But that would open up the very real and very terrifying idea she was working for someone on the inside. 

She could have simply stalked you. If she’d been following you she would know about your husband, your kids, but not necessarily their names. 

But then it just came back to the why. Why was she doing this? Who had she taken that photo for? What did she want from you? 

You swallowed, your mouth was so dry and your throat was scratchy. You wiggled a little against your binds, this whole being held hostage thing was becoming too much of a regular occurance. 

“Look, seeing as we’re going to be here a while, why don’t you tell me what this is about.” You barely recognised your own voice.

The woman’s eyes snapped away from her phone and she looked at you, regarding you curiously. She put down the device and pushed herself to her feet. 

She had a slightly crazed smile on her lips as she approached you. There was something vaguely familiar about her, like you’d seen her somewhere before. Had you noticed her watching you? Somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind did you recognise her? 

“You need to see what he’s really like.” She told you, rummaging around in her pocket. 

“Jared? I already know what he’s really like.” You scoffed, with a frown. 

“Not Jared.” She chucked, fishing something out of her pocket and holding it up in front of your eyes. 

Your poor and tired eyes took a moment to focus on the silver item dangling from her fingers. But when you did, you felt your whole world stop turning. 

***

Spencer collected himself, pushed down his emotions and washed his face so the team wouldn’t know he’d been crying. When he walked into the round table room, all eyes were on him.

“How did it go, kid?” Rossi asked.

“About as well as you would expect.” He croaked. 

“We’ve run the woman through facial recognition but so far we haven’t got anything.” Garcia told him sadly. 

“I’ve seen her before.” Spencer focused on the photograph of you and your captor on the big screen. “I know I have, I just can’t figure out where.” 

“It makes sense for her to use a partner again, but her victimology is off. Cat is a black widow, she targets abusive men who remind her of her father.” JJ spoke now. 

“Could this be about Jared? Maybe she thinks in some kind of warped way, she’s saving Y/N?” Luke frowned as he spoke. 

“She doesn’t need saving, he’s already in jail.” Emily shook her head. 

“It’s not about Jared.” Spencer heaved a sigh. “I know exactly what this is about. This is about me.” 

“Well yeah it’s always been about you. But with Cat there is always the presenting agenda and the hidden one. If she sticks to pattern this isn’t just about going on a date with Spence.” JJ shook her head. 

So she was listening, at least to part of it. 

“No, this is about me. Me and Y/N.” Spencer closed his eyes, his gut churning. 

“What do you mean?” Tara asked with a hint of confusion in her tone. 

He opened his eyes again and looked at her, trying to find some kind of solace in her soft brown eyes. This was the last thing he wanted to open about right now but it was inevitable he would have to. 

If this was really about you and him, the team needed all the facts. 

“A few weeks ago on the case in LA, the guy who liked to play truth or dare. When he held us hostage, Y/N agreed to play.” Spencer looked away from Tara, focused his vision on your image on the big screen. 

“Ok?” Rossi frowned. 

“What does that have to do with anything? I read your report.” Emily frowned too. 

“I left something out of my report. Something she said that I didn’t think was pertinent. Not to the case anyway.” 

“But you think it’s relevant now?” Matt gave him an equally confused look. 

“I think somehow, and I don’t know how, Cat found out. Or she guessed, maybe, I’m not sure. But I think it’s why she took Y/N and how I know this about me and nothing else.” Spencer raked his fingers through his hair, a similar dizziness to that he’d experienced in the interrogation room washing over him. 

He needed to get this out before he had another panic attack. 

“Are you gonna tell us what she said or do we have to drag it out of you?” Luke was the one to ask. 

“She said…” he closed his eyes, taking himself back to the jewellery store. “Spence, uh…I have always loved you. I was too scared to say it before... and now things are just really too complicated to say it now. I'm sorry, but you should know.”

He kept his eyes closed as he quoted you verbatim. He could feel all the eyes of his team members on him, watching, waiting. 

When he opened his eyes he looked straight back at your photograph. There were a couple of exchanged glances but to their credit they didn’t seem all that surprised. 

“But you said it yourself, you left that out of the report.” Emily’s brows furrowed. 

“And the security camera from the store didn’t have audio. So even if she has someone on the inside working for her again, how would she know about that?” JJ looked at him quizzically.

“I have no idea.” He shrugged. 

“Did you tell anyone about it? Anyone at all?” Tara asked now.

“No,” Spencer shook his head. 

“Then how can this be about that?” Garcia questioned him. 

“I don’t know!” He sounded exasperated. “But I’m sure that it is, I know that it is.” 

“You’re sure you didn’t tell anyone?” JJ spoke calmly. “Even if it doesn’t seem relevant. Are you sure you didn’t-”

“Shit,” he cut her off. “I did tell someone.” 

“Who?” Emily was quick to ask. 

He looked from your photograph to his Unit Chief. 

“Max. I told Max.” 

“I’ve been in love with her for so long it’s just become a part of who I am.” He confessed. “I never let myself get close to anyone on the off chance she might have one day decided she felt the same. Just before I met you we…we, uh, slept together and she just up and left while I was asleep and never mentioned it again. It told me everything I needed to know, and so I made the decision to finally move on. I opened myself up to being with someone else and there you were. 

I really like you Max, I think we could have had something really amazing. But I can’t lie to you and tell you that I’m not always going to have feelings for Y/N, because at this point I’m sure they will never go away. And that’s not fair on you.” 

“No, it's not.” She shook her head. 

“I got held hostage yesterday, Y/N and I did.” He sighed, scratching at the back of his neck. “The unsub liked to play truth or dare. He had a gun pointed at her and made her confess to a secret she would never admit outloud.” 

Max narrowed her eyes on him, despite not being a profiler she could easily read between the lines.

“She told you she has feelings for you?” 

“She did.” Spencer nodded. “I still don’t know if she meant it or not, or if she was just trying to shock the guy.”

“You think she could be a part of this?” Luke leaned forward on the table. 

“No, no way.” Spencer shook his head frantically. 

“How can you be so sure? You only dated a few months, did you really know her?” JJ sounded somewhat accusatory. 

“I knew her.” He spat at his friend. “There is no way she is part of this.”

“Ok, ok kid calm down.” Rossi held his hands up. “If Max isn’t a part of this, we have to assume this woman who’s holding Y/N hostage overheard what you said to her. Where were you when you talked to Max?” 

Spencer’s eyes snapped onto the older man, frantic and wild. His heart pounded in his chest as his blood turned to ice. 

“At your wedding.” Spencer croaked. “I told Max that at your wedding.” 

In his peripheral vision he noticed someone pass by, dressed in a caterer's uniform. He waited for them to leave before he spoke again.

His eyes quickly found the image on the screen again only this time he didn’t look at you, he looked at the woman with her arm around your neck. 

“Fuck,” Spencer choked on his breath. “She was there! She was dressed as a freaking caterer!” 

All eyes turned to the screen while the others tried to deduce if they recognised her. 

“You’re sure?” Luke was the one to ask. 

“Yes.” Spencer nodded defiantly. “I saw her throughout the day, didn’t really pay her much attention. But she was there when I was talking to Max. I saw her. I thought she walked off but it’s safe to say I wasn’t exactly focused on her. She could have just been out of view, listening while I told Max what happened.” 

“Her name is Juliette Weaver.” Penelope suddenly looked up from her laptop. “I just got over the prison visitor records. She’s visited Cat five times in the last two weeks. And before that, she was an inmate at the same correctional facility. She was released a little over a month ago.” 

“Ok, I’ll bite. If this woman was really at my wedding, watching you and listening to your conversations, I’m still not sure what Cat has to gain by kidnapping Y/N.” Rossi pulled a face. 

“She got back at me for arresting her by having me arrested.” Spencer started to pace as he let the thoughts flow. “Then we destroyed her relationship with Lindsey, exposed her affair with Wilkins, to the one person who ever loved her. We proved playing the game with me was more important than being faithful to Lindsey.” 

“So you think she wants to kill Y/N, take away the one person who loves you just like you did to her?” JJ mused. 

Spencer suddenly stopped pacing, eyes landed on JJ. 

“No,” he shook his head. “She doesn’t want her dead.” 

“So what does she want?” Matt frowned. 

“Last time she wanted to prove that we’re the same. Me and Cat. This time she wants to prove I’m like him.” 

“Him?” Garcia questioned. 

“Jared.” Spencer exhaled. “At the wedding you told me how Y/N had been found with Jared’s hand around her throat. I bet Juliette overhead that too.” 

“So?” Garcia shrugged. 

“She was found being strangled, just like when I had Cat up against the wall in the interrogation room by her throat.” Spencer clenched his jaw. 

He saw some confused eyes, the whole team had not been privy to that part of his encounter with Cat. Emily hadn’t let the others see the video footage, thinking the fewer people knew of it the better. 

“Cat wants to prove to Y/N that I am no better than her husband. She doesn’t want to kill her, it would be too easy. It would be worse for me for Y/N to live and never be able to look at me the same.” Spencer’s whole body deflated. 

“Or let you live knowing you couldn’t save her.” Luke spoke, his tone morose. 

“Either way we need to find her.” Emily turned stern. “And the best way to do that would be…”

“No,” Spencer shook his head, whining. “Please? There must be another way.” 

“If we give her what she wants she could slip up. We can profile what she says on the date. She’d be out of her comfort zone.” Emily shrugged as if there was no other way. 

Maybe there wasn’t. 

“Fucking hell,” Spencer groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine.” 

“Alvez and Simmons, you'll go with them.” Emily instructed. “Garcia, see if you can find any more on Juliette Weaver.”

Soon the five of them, Spencer, Luke, Matt, Emily and Garcia exited the room, the others staying behind to continue pursuing other leads. As they passed by Emily’s office, the Unit Chief spoke again. 

“Reid, a word?” 

Spencer halted in his tracks, inhaling deeply before slowly following her into her office. 

She closed the door behind him, moved over to her desk which she leant back against.

“You sure you can do this?” She folded her arms across her chest. 

Spencer took a beat, thought about that question for a moment or two before he responded with a simple, “no.” 

“If there was another way…”

“I know.” He nodded stiffly. “I just need a minute to compose myself. If I have to see Cat right now I will undoubtedly kill her.” 

The gumption to his tone frightened Emily for a second. She knew he wasn’t exaggerating, he would most certainly kill her. 

“If you kill her we may never find Y/N. Just try and remember that.” Emily spoke softly, trying to calm him.

“If we don’t find her,” he clenched his jaw. “If she dies, I will murder Cat Adams with my bare hands. And rest assured I will sleep well afterwards.” 

With that he turned and forced the door open, fleeing the room before Emily could even so much as blink. 

And she knew more than ever that they had to bring you back unharmed, or she would inevitably lose two members from her team. 

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Request: Jessica Jung x reader: first time together(smut of course) thank you

ya'll have no idea how much I LOVE snsd asks!!! Sorry for taking so long, sweetheart 💖💖

cw: smut, +18, fingering, humping, oral sex, lots of praises, 69,not proofread etc.

You two met at a party her sister threw a few weeks prior. You were with a couple friends and she couldn't stop staring at you the whole night. Of course you thought she was annoyed at you, Jessica naturally has a serious face when she is relaxed.

But after you told your friends you weren't feeling very well (an excuse to leave her sister's party since you thought she was annoyed at you) she actually stopped you from getting your uber, explaining she didn't wanted to seem annoyed but interested.

Of course after that you two went out a couple of times until you two decided to take it to the next level. Dating her was exceptional, she was gentle and much more kind than she looked, always willing to listen and to reassure you, she was also very secure but well you were a bit anxious about one thing...

You two haven't had sex yet.

Of course you two wanted it to happen, you wanted it to happen but the thought of having sex with literally the Jessica Jung was getting you insane like... How many of the hottest women in the world hasn't she had sex? Another thing... she is older and way more experienced and-

"Honey?" Her voice took you out of the anxious daydream when she kissed your knuckles over the restaurant table.

She took you out to dinner on a beautiful and quite expensive restaurant, caring not only for your outfit but everything else. She picked a wine red dress that showed your curves and black heels. You looked stunning, you felt stunning but that little sting of anxiety wouldn't go away for nothing.

"yes?" You weakly smiled, feeling caught.

"Are you alright? What's wrong?" You were met with caring brown eyes. You heavily sighed, deciding to talk to her about it.

"Can we go home?" You asked in your most stable tone, trying not to alarm her.

"Of course we can, sweetheart" She caressed your knuckles.

After paying you two left, hand in hand out of the place to her expensive rolls royce and after that her house. She sat in her bed and you started to talk in a quiet, ashamed tone:

"I know I might be acting... Strange" you paced around her master bedroom, trying to find a way of not dying of embarrassment. "I think I'm a bit scared..." You spoke more to yourself than to her.

"scared?" Her pretty voice sounded secure and stable and honestly that was so sexy of her. "Of me?"

"No! Not of you I mean yes, a bit but like not in a like 'she's gonna hurt me' way, not that-" You started to ramble and she got up, holding you by the shoulders, making you stop pacing and rambling.

"Honey, take a deep breath" She caressed your face, pulling you to straddle her on the bed. You lowered your head to her shoulder, embarrassed because you thought you were acting dumb. "Keep going whenever you feel like it" Her arms circled your waist, holding you and her lips hovered over your temple, gently kissing there.

Her breath was calm; you noticed that she had this thing where she wouldn't rush you at all, always ready to wait as long as it'd take for you. You wondered how the thought of her being a mean girl ever crossed your mind.

"You are Jessica Jung" You said, looking into her eyes. She had a curious, amused expression. "I mean, like... You could have anyone, you probably had anyone you wanted" You sheepishly said. "I am scared I have nothing much to offer" She furrowed her eyebrows a bit and then, when you really thought she was going to laugh at your concern she took a deep breath and her eyes softened.

"Honey" She started, caressing your back in an up and down motion, sending shivers down your spine. "I want you since you entered Krystal's house with your friends" Her hand made contact with your cheek. "I want you so bad that I literally had you thinking I was mad at you due to my not so subtle stare" You chuckled a bit. "Of course I have a past and it might seem intimidating at first but you also have one, as long as I hate admitting it" She rolled her eyes. "Everyone I had, everyone you had... it's past" You bit your lip and you saw her eyes trace them.

She made a pause, leaning her forehead against yours.

"You make me crazy" She took in your scent, opening her eyes to stare at your position straddling her like that. "I am here because I want you, only you" You felt the slight shift on the way she held you: not careful anymore but more tight, a bit more passionate now, pulling you in even more. "I want you so fucking bad, baby" Her lips hovered over yours. "But I'll wait until you are ready for me..." She hushed and you nearly fainted.

Your heartbeat was fast and erratic, your insides felt warm and your cheeks were burning hot. She didn't expect your next words and honestly, neither did you.

"Take me" You whispered, eyes glued to hers and lips hovering hers as well. "Please Sica..." Her eyes darkened and her hands gripped your waist, her lips aching to meet yours. "I want you to do to me everything you've been thinking of"

"Are you sure?" Damn. How could she be so attractive only asking you if you were sure? You felt your mouth dry and finally you connected her lips and yours in a chaste motion, that could barely be called a kiss but somehow it was enough answer for her.

In a quick motion your back was touching her soft mattress and her perfectly shaped lips were in yours. You didn't fight for any dominance, you really didn't even try; fighting Jessica Jung for dominance was a lost battle and of course, in that case, you didn't wanna win at all.

Her tongue slid against yours in a slow yet urgent pace. It made your pussy ache in despair as her hands held your thighs apart so she would be between them, slightly grinding down. You moaned when she traveled her tongue to your neck to lick then bite the piece of flesh, your skin hot against her lips.

"Jessica" You moaned and she smiled against your skin.

"Fuck, I was aching to hear you calling my name like that" She said, rolling your dress up and off your body. You felt a little self conscious for a moment and she realized it, quickly taking her dress off as well. "Come here, pretty girl" She pulled you to sit, attaching your lips one more time and making you shiver when she grazed one of your nipples with her thumb. Soon her kisses were to that exact spot, ripping a deep moan out of your throat.

You closed your eyes, gently holding her head in place as you felt slick between your thighs, clenching hard around nothing.

"Please" You mewled, swallowing hard when her eyes met yours and you felt her smile against your skin. Her lips went back to yours and her hand traveled to your covered pussy, the back of her fingers lightly grazing your engorged clit.

You held her shoulders with both hands, trying your best to anchor yourself as your legs trembled ever so lightly. Pulling your panties to the side, she dipped her middle finger in your slit and you whined as Jessica pulled it out, stopping your kiss to welcome her finger inside her own mouth. She purred feeling your taste and you almost fainted, entranced by that divine being upon yourself.

"You taste so fucking good, honey" She husked, licking your lips next.

Jessica softly pushed your back to touch her expensive mattress one more time, not wasting any second on ripping your panties off of you and lying on her stomach, both arms hooked under your thighs. She kissed your mound, appreciating the view of your swollen glistening pussy; soon she kissed your inner thigh, never stopping the eye contact as your eyes followed hers. When she kissed your clit, oh god, you finally let out the breath you were so desperately holding.

"Oh god" You whined, trying your best to keep your eyes open. You didn't wanna lose sight of her actions, blinking only when you absolutely had to.

How come someone seem expensive by eating pussy? Her movements were elegant and precise, not rushed by any means.

Slowly in a upright motion she licked from your slit to your clit, her tongue flat on your drenched cunt; Jessica let out a gutural moan upon tasting you, her eyes rolling a bit back, her arms squeezing your thighs as you arched your back.

"So good- oh" Was all you managed to say, biting the back of your hand to stop yourself from screaming. Your eyes went back to hers, her lips enveloping your clit to steadily suck. You cussed yourself out for losing so much time, completely forgetting why you and her were having sex just now.

That was the best head you've ever had. Her tongue was skillful, dipping in and out of you and making you see stars as her nose bumped against your clit over and over.

Your scalp started tingling and your hand automatically went to the back of her head, your thighs trapping her head between your legs as you felt the hot and cold sensation of an orgasm wash over you.

You lost track of time trying to control your shaky legs, eyes closed and limp body. You felt the bed dip beside you and her wet lips touch yours, pulling your body on top of hers to hug you so passionately, kissing your bare shoulders and cleavage.

"Take a deep breath, princess" She said right by your ear, kissing your neck next. You did your best to do as she told you, blindly kissing her lips next.

Yes you just came but you were still aroused as ever, but this time it wasn't only for your own pleasure. Your knee pressed between her legs and you witnessed her hiss, biting your lower lip.

"please let me taste you... I need you Sica, please" You whined and she smiled against your lips.

"So polite..." She guided you to be on top of her, your bare cunt above her face as you faced her own. Your mouth absolutely watered when pulling her underwear to the side, revealing her slick coated pussy.

"You are so pretty..." You whispered, sticking your tongue out to lick her. Feeling her tremble under you, you throbbed hard, moaning when you felt her pull your hips down to fully envelope your clit with her lips. "Fuck" You cried out, blindly attaching your lips to her cunt once again.

This time it felt even more electrifying because of her mouth on you too, lapping up your juices in a hungry and quite needy way; her nails dug in your skin, her moan muffled by your intimacy.

She tasted divine, felt divine under you. Not wasting any time you dipped one finger in her entrance and she held your thighs with blunt force, clenching when your whole finger entered her.

"god baby, I am going insane" She humped up ever so bossy, to guide your mouth with more force to her reddened pussy. "Yes just like that, honey" She said, attaching her mouth to your pussy once again.

Your middle finger kept hitting the same spot while her clit throbbed against your lips, your mouth wet with her slick while you kept humping her, swiping your drenched cunt all over her face to cum once again.

"D-don't stop baby, keep going just like that-" Her sentence was cut short when you felt her tense under you, her toned abs moving ever so slightly from how hard she came, followed by you once again.

You kept sucking her off trembling above her face, completely deaf to her pleas as she tried really hard to pull you off of her because you were overstimulating her almost to the point of tears.

Completely pussy drunk you let go of her with 'pop', turning to face her as she smiled at you, pulling you in for an obscene kiss, cleaning your dripping chin with her tongue.

"You did so good, baby" She whispered against your lips, a bit out of breath and you blushed hiding your face on her shoulder. She turned you over, now your back pressed against the mattress once again, getting you off guard. Jessica straddled your waist, pulling both your arms above your head to kiss your lips once again, her pussy humping yours ever so sligthly.

"Jessica" You cried out.

"yes baby, keep calling my name like that" She sucked a dark spot on your neck. "I need to have you over and over for all those weeks without being able to touch you, honey"

Her lips hovered over yours and you rolled your eyes, your body completely at her mercy once again...

#gxg smut #snsd smut #snsd jessica #jessica jung smut #jessica jung #jessica jung x fem! reader

[deliciousangelfestival]

Every Time You Lie-Ch 2 || Lloyd Hansen

Character: dark!Lloyd Hansen x female!reader, dark!Husband Lloyd Hansen x Wife!reader.

Synopsis: Any woman is jealous of you, especially with the status of being the wife of Lloyd Hansen—the CEO of the biggest pharmacy company in the country. From the outside, everyone sees you as a perfect family, a successful husband, two kids, and living in a big house. 

But the truth is different. You are trapped in this marriage because of the mistake you made. You are willing to give everything you have to get your freedom. Free from him. Free from your vicious mother-in-law. Free from your snobby son.

This story has manipulation, tragedy, and drama. 

Both of them shouldn’t be together.

Warning: Betrayal, suicidal thought, harsh language, tragedy. Minors do not read. 18+

Author Note: I do not consent to copying or translating my work. 

Any reblog, comment, and feedback are appreciated. I want to know what you guys think about this one.

Series Masterlist || Chapter 1, Chapter 2 , Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5,Chapter 6 , -

Main Masterlist || Ko-fi

Lloyd always gets what he wants. He learned his ability to manipulate when he was a teenager. 

He never stopped doing it, and it benefits both sides. 

Good at manipulating, negotiating, and most of all, a football championship. That's how Lloyd got accepted at Harvard Law School. 

Every man and woman was jealous of his success, and he noticed that, too. And he enjoyed their envied look. But what can he do? There's only one winner.

However, they were surprised when they discovered Lloyd worked as a corporate lawyer at the pharmaceutical company. 

Because many law firms are interested in recruiting him. 

The truth is, it's been Lloyd's plan from the beginning to work in Laurent Pharmaceutical.

The story will go back to when he was 9 years old. He just returned from playing with his friends when he heard his mother scream. He went to see his mom, who was already on the floor. She's kneeling and her head facing down. Mail letters and bills are scattered around. 

His house and his mother, Krystal, became a mess after his father died of lung cancer. Lloyd has learned about death and accepted that his father has gone. 

But Krystal didn't accept this. She crawled to Lloyd, her hands clenched on his shoulder. Her teary eyes and messy hair make her like a lunatic. 

"Lloyd, remember this. It's all Laurent's fault your father is gone. It's all his fault!!!"

Lloyd clenched his fist, holding the pain because of her hand gripped. "Yes, mother."

Since then, he has studied, made friends and used his charm to manipulate people. 

When he got accepted at Laurent Pharmaceutical, it was really easy for him to get promoted. Lloyd finally met the CEO, Ralph L/N. He is a humble man who prefers to work at the lab with his team rather than expand his connections. 

Such a waste, to be honest. This company has potential because of the quality of medicine it makes. It's cheap, effective, and has loyal consumers. 

If he becomes the CEO, he will make the company bigger and more successful. 

Lloyd discussed expanding the company with Ralph, but he wasn't interested. 

That's where he met you, Y/N L/N, for the first time at the lab. You were looking at the microscope when your father called your name. 

Lloyd met with your sister and your younger brother. He tried to hang out with them, but he failed. Mia, the second child, in her head, only filled the wedding plans with her fiance, while your brother didn't let anyone enter his friend circle. 

The only choice he has is you. You are the eldest child and want to continue the company after Ralph retired. It's perfect. That means you know everything about the company.

He tried getting close to you. He started as your advisor, became a friend, and became a lover. It wasn't easy, but he loved challenges. 

When both of you became close, he discovered an internal fight between siblings. You, Mia and Theo, are fighting to become the next CEO. 

Lloyd thinks how sweet and cute you are when you come to him, telling him all your problems. That's how he knew everyone's secrets and weaknesses. 

He used all the information to make L/N siblings fight with each other. At the same time, he continued his plan to make Laurent Pharmaceutical company bankrupt. To finish his job and fulfil Krystal's wishes.

But decided not to bring down the company after you told him, "I love you Lloyd." 

That's the first time he felt guilty. You were innocent, kind, and gentle. He knows what the company means to you. It wasn't your fault, but you got into this mess because of him.

When Krystal heard his plan, she didn't agree. He doesn't want to stop halfway, too. "I'll change the company name to Crystal Pharmaceutical."

His mother didn't say anything, but a smile appeared. It's the first time he sees her smile after his father died. He never saw her smile when he made any achievements. Turned out revenge is the answer. 

Then, the judgment day came. When he signed the letter to make it official, he became the new CEO and changed the company name to Crystal Pharmaceutical. 

That's the first time he saw hatred in your eyes when you looked at him. He doesn't like it. He longs for the loving eyes. Lloyd understands that you hate him. He will make it up to you. 

But he lost his patience when you wanted to publish the company secrets that could end everything. He doesn't want to do this but must make you listen to him. 

He threatened your family life. That's enough to make you obedient. 

After exchanging vows and kisses on your wedding day, you told him, "I've stopped trusting you." 

Nobody from your family or friends at the wedding. Only Lloyd, his mother and people you don't know. 

He smiled and kissed your cheeks. "Everyone has their secrets."

Since then, both of you have become a married couple. He watched every move you made. Lloyd knew you still hated and blamed him, but that's life. Nothing is fair in this world—only the strongest survive. 

You didn't try to do anything; after becoming a mother, you stayed home and did your duty as a good wife. He had nothing to complain about. His life is perfect. 

Time passes, and under his management, the company has expanded and has a billion in profits. It made him own the world. 

Successful company, perfect image, and perfect family. 

When becoming successful, there's always a temptation. Lloyd has ignored it because he got you. 

But in the end, he got tempted by this one girl. Her name is Zoey. She reminded him of when you were young. 

What impressed him was that she didn't want anything else from him. She just wants to know how it feels to be with him. He must admit he lost control when he tasted the forbidden fruit.

Every time they were together, Lloyd felt guilty towards you. And he wished you would never find out. 

But his fear became true on the wedding anniversary. 

You knew. 

He doesn't know how you found out; he will check on your daily agenda. 

He thought you would slap him and went to hit Zoey, but instead, you said, "I want a divorce."

No. Oh no, he didn't expect that. The only woman who he only loved in this world. You're his perfect wife in his golden cage, and he can't let you go.

He should've chased and apologised to you rather than continued the damn party.

Lloyd almost lost his mind when the head of security suddenly barged into the party and said, "Mrs Hansen got hit by a car." 

He immediately went to the hospital, but you were already in the surgery room. He wasn't allowed to get in. Lloyd calmed down when he heard Emily was inside with the team. 

"Hiks…hikss…" 

Lloyd didn't realise his son, Lionel, was sitting near the waiting room. He sat in the corner, lifted his knees to the chair and hid his face. 

The bloody shoebox is beside him. It's your blood. 

Lloyd gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. He approached his son and put his hand on Lionel's shoulder. 

Lionel lifted his head; there was relief on his face when he saw Lloyd. "Dad…"

Before he said something, his neck was grabbed, and Lloyd pushed his body to the wall. "Uurghh…"

Lloyd no longer cares. Because of this kid, you got into an accident. "If you weren't mine, I would end you right now." 

"Put him down!!!" Krystal screamed in the hallway. She was shocked to see her grandson being strangled.

Lloyd clicked his tongue; he threw Lionel to the ground like trash. Krystal ran and helped her grandson. She looked up to Lloyd. "How could you do this to your son?"

Lloyd didn't bother to look at her. "It's your fault for making him so irresponsible like this."

This is the first time Lionel saw his father this scary. He hides in Krystal arms.

The surgery went on for 4 hours. Finally, the head doctor and Emily came out from the surgery. 

The senior doctor removed his surgery mask and explained the result of his surgery: "12 broken bones, her head got hit badly. We have stopped the blood in her brain and lungs. It's a miracle she was still breathing when she arrived at the hospital. But she already lost so much blood. I'll be honest. There's a low chance she could wake up."

When Loyd heard that, his knees became weak. He grabbed his phone to make a call. "Gather all the best doctors. Tell them, it doesn't matter how much it costs."

After he made the call, he sat on the floor and looked at his wedding ring. If the damn doctors couldn't help you and you leave this world. He will chase you to heaven or hell and bring you back. 

With all the doctors he gathered, none of them can cure you. It's been 4 months, and Lloyd almost lost his mind when he saw you looking lifeless like this.

Your best friend Amelia was heartbroken, and she blamed this on him and Lionel. What's new?

Then your brother Theo came too. Lloyd never saw him after he took over the company. And it takes a lot of work to track him down. 

The first thing Theo did when he met Lloyd was punch him. "I have lost Mia and my father. If I lose Y/N, I will torture your mother in front of you until she dies.'

Lloyd never thought Theo would threaten him. After 20 years, he looks different. Lloyd saw the look in his eyes before. Veteran army. Seems like Theo has secrets.

He needs to be on guard when he's with Theo.

Lloyd prayed every single night for you to open your eyes. 

His prayer was answered when Lionel told him, "Mom just opened her eyes!"

Both of them ran fast to see you. 

Oh, how bright his life was when he saw you looking at him. Finally, you're back. 

But he wasn't ready when you avoided him, and you asked, "Who… are… you…?"

It felt like thunder just struck him. Then he realised the way you look at him is different. Lloyd was too stunned to speak until Emily asked you. 

"Do you know what today's date is?"

"21st July 20XX."

Lloyd's hand dropped down when he heard the date. Because it was one day before he met you, that means…

You don't know him. 

To you, he's just a stranger. All the memories both of you had made together are gone. 

You moved your head left and right gently. "Where’s Theo?" 

"How did you know he's here?" 

Your head tilts toward the flower vase near you. "The flower. He will buy this for me everytime he apologises to me." 

There’s a flower vase beside you with white orchids. That flower symbolizes apologies. Theo learned it when he tried to impress girls. He always gave you this flower after both of you fought. And it always has 3 stalks, an odd number representing his siblings. 

You don’t understand why, when you think about Theo, you miss him because you met him last night. 

“Is he with my father?”

Lloyd sighed. 

"I'm sorry but Ralph L/N died on 11 April 20XX.. And today is not 21st July 20XX but 8th August 2023."

You widen your eyes. It's impossible. "This is a fucking joke, right?"

"A joke with you lying on the patient bed? It's a tragic joke."

Is that true? Is that why these two youngsters are calling you mom? And this man, is he your husband? What happened to your boyfriend? 

This question made you have difficulty breathing. "Haah…Haah…"

You need help understanding what's happening. You remembered that you went out with Amelia last night, and now you woke up in the hospital? 

"Uurgh…"

Suddenly, you feel a painful headache. When you closed your eyes, you saw a blinded car headlight, heavy rain, and darkness. 

You fainted again.

Lloyd, hold your head. Seeing you didn't recognise me, his blood boiled. He screamed, "Get the doctor, or I'll burn this place to the ground."

Emily ran outside. "Call the neurologist department!"

The hospital went into chaos for a moment. All the senior doctors gathered to discuss. It's obvious what happened, but they fear Lloyd since he is the biggest donor to this hospital. 

In the end, Dr. Gilbert stands beside Emily. If Lloyd is mad with the result, at least his daughter can calm her father. 

"Dissociative Amnesia." 

When Lloyd and Lionel heard that, they felt lost. Amnesia. It's a difficult word to accept. That means you have no memory of them.

"This type of amnesia is forgetting a specific period of time. It is caused by stress or trauma. That's reasonable since the hit she got because of the accident. It's even a miracle her eyes are still working. The shattered glass from the car also got into her eyes."

Lloyd rubbed his forehead. "She forgot who we are. Her family. She only knew she was 21 years old."

Lionel felt scared, thinking his mother didn't remember him. He regrets everything he did towards you. 

"At this moment, try to be patient. If she is too stressed, she will get a stroke. There is something that medical can't explain but I will keep saying it's a miracle Mrs. Hansen is still alive."

Dr. Gilbert looked at his note "When she calms down, we will try hypnosis therapy to trigger her memory."

After saying that, both of them left the room. 

Lloyd keeps watching you asleep. He hopes you will remember him and tell him it's just a nightmare when you wake. 

But no, the second time you woke up, you asked him, "You're my husband?"

Ahh, he lost you.

He felt empty when he heard that. You are his biggest achievement. And now, in this situation, his hard work turns into nothing. 

Even though Lloyd felt empty, he still showed you the wedding photo from his phone. 

You looked at the photo; no one from your family or friends. You don’t know all these people.  And your face in the picture, you know it's a forced smile. 

You know this since you have always been asked to get photographs for a magazine. You used this fake smile. 

But why, on your wedding day, you don’t look happy? 

"Why does my face look like that?"

Lloyd was speechless because you were right. It's a forced marriage. You don't have any choice but to marry him. 

He smiled and said, "You missed your father and felt sad he couldn't be beside you. In this photo, you tried to be strong, my dear."

When he called you that, your skin shivered. It made you uncomfortable. You pushed away his phone and looked at him. "Are you sure I married you? Because you're not my type."

Lloyd bites his tongue when he hears that. You went back to your old self. It would be nice if you just kill him now.

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Main Masterlist || Ko-fi

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[vaniloqu3nce]

More about the wenclair kids, this post is dedicated to @krystal-maiden because they wanted to know more about the twins! If anyone wants to ask anything about them, I’d happily share my hyperfixations with anyone (:

Leonidas is a pack animal and prefers company. He follows his moms everywhere and whenever his uncles visit he will hold something they have hostage so they can stay longer. Leonidas was jealous that Wednesday AND Enid had brothers, so he asked for brothers for his birthday. He got two twin sisters instead.

When the twins came home, Leonidas tried to return them because he thought they got the wrong kids.

Vittoria and Naenia are not identical twins, in fact one look at them and nobody could tell they were twins at all. Vittoria is the spitting image of Enid and Leonidas save for her nearly black eyes. And Naenia is the spitting image of Wednesday, except her bright blue eyes which stare into the soul of anyone and everyone.

Naenia and Vittoria were born with their dominant gene being psychic, and because of their twinship they share a connection. If Vittoria cries, Naenia will start crying soon after. If Vittoria is hungry, Naenia will cry, if Naenia wakes up in the middle of the night and sits there quietly, Vittoria will wake up and start crying. If Naenia needs to be changed, Vittoria will start crying. Leonidas noticed this and immediately started trying to experiment to figure out the limits of this. Wednesday always manages to catch him before someone gets beheaded though.

Vittoria was smiling as soon as they left the delivery room. (They had to make sure Leonidas didn’t cut the breaks) Naenia didn’t stop crying unless Wednesday held her and they didn’t like to be separated. Leonidas spent the entire car ride pouting because he wanted brothers.

Naenia has a permanent glare, unless her face is relaxed, like when she’s inspecting Enid’s fangs or near Vittoria. (Naenia will play with Enid and Leo’s fangs as a baby) The first time she smiles is at Leonidas as he’s about to set her on fire, and he decides she is more useful alive (his heart melts and he realizes he’d protect his baby sisters with his life). Vittoria is a very happy baby so long as she’s entertained. She’s very curious and tries to get into everything Leo owns (annoy him to death) and thus starts their life long prank rivalry.

Yoko loves the twins and Leo, she insist they call her aunty or dad (Wednesday firmly disagrees even though she is their god mother). Frequently Yoko just pops into the house with gifts for the twins and Leo. Vittoria loves anything colorful to chew on and expensive (she seems to be able to smell what costs money). Yoko very quickly becomes Vittoria’s favorite and Naenia loves her fangs.

Leonidas always tries to ambush and kill Yoko but she’s much faster and stronger than he is. Yoko just thinks he’s adorable every time he tries to jump on her back with a toy knife. He makes it his goal to defeat her in combat (even though he won’t say it, he respects her a lot). And he likes that she protects Enid, Leo is very protective of his moms.

Naenia loves being around Leonidas, she smiles most as a baby when he watches horror movies with her.

Vittoria loves when there are a lot of people around to watch, she doesn’t like to be bored at all. She often spends time in Leonidas’s old carrier with Enid because she likes to move around. And because Naenia doesn’t like to be far from her, Enid buys a second one for Wednesday to use in public. She is appalled. She wears it anyway. They’re in their snood colors.

Enid: We can match!

Wesnesday: …Leo I think your mom is trying to send me to an early grave.

Leonidas: Grave digging! :D

Wednesday, nodding: Yes we do have to take them on their first grave robbing expedition, they’re getting about that age.

Enid: …they’re five months old.

Wednesday: By that age my father and my uncle had already taken me across the sea to slay my first kraken with them. It’s a bonding experience for family.

#wenclair #eniday #wenid #wenclair parent au #wenclair kids au #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #enid x wednesday #wednesday x enid #wednesday future au #wednesday #enid #enid and wednesday #enid: we are not slaying anything or anyone #leonidas: D: #wednesday: do not worry leo she just doesnt know how fun it is #leo is constantly fighting with Vittoria even though he’s four years older than her #vittoria laughs at him even as a baby #naenia can sit in Leo’s arms for hours just chilling while glaring at everyone #leonidas DOES try to see if they bounce and Wednesday catches them #leonidas does try to fence the twins #yoko: no he already has two moms can i be the god father #wednesday: absolutely not #enid gasping: OFC yes #yoko is technically their god father #yoko appearing on a random tuesday with divina: DAD IS HOME #yoko tanaka

[powerofelvis]

Memphis Nights

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Word Count: 5.4K

Summary: Being stranded on the side of the road in Memphis is one thing, but it's another to find yourself in the world of Elvis Presley because of it. He asks you to come work for him, the damage that the colonel has done to his image was too much for him to handle. But what happens when you find yourself too deep to turn back?

Warnings: Big Daddy!Elvis, mentions of the colonel, reader meets the colonel briefly, fluff, smut, oral (m. & f.receiving), unprotected sex, mommy kink

A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you like it, nonnie! I got a little carried away ;) Maybe, I have a little mommy kink myself, idk. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this smutty big daddy fic with a sprinkle of mommy kink. Also, I am still working on the rest of my requests, so please be patient with me. My requests are also closed! I love y'all!

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It was a cold night in Memphis, but here you were, stranded on the side of the road because your hunk of junk car decided to run out of gas. You couldn’t believe your luck since you never had good fortunes to begin with. Earlier on, you were fired from your job because your skills weren’t up to par to the company’s policy. You figured that you would take a ride to clear your head so that you could figure out what to do next. As you stood outside of your car, freezing your ass off, you noticed a Lincoln making its way towards you. You stepped to the side of your car, waving your hands wildly in hopes that the person driving would notice you. Your luck had begun to turn around when the car slowed down, pulling behind your car. “Oh thank heavens!” You uttered as you walked up to the driver’s side, the only thing you could think about was getting out of the cold and into some heat. 

Your eyes nearly bugged out of its sockets when you noticed the person who was behind the wheel. Elvis Presley was sitting in the driver’s seat, clear concern covered his face as he leaned his head out of the window. “Are ya alright, darlin’? Did something happen?” You placed your hands on the window seal, bending down slightly as you took in his beautiful features. “Oh, my car ran out of gas. I just need a ride to the gas station, if that’s alright with you?” You couldn’t believe that a person with such bad luck could encounter Elvis Presley during this time of night. “Oh darlin’, it looks as if your car ain’t gon’ last much longer. How about I give ya a ride? At least, get ya out of the cold before you catch pneumonia.” You nodded your head, running back over to the car to grab the keys and your purse before you made your way over to the passenger’s side. 

As you got into his car, you immediately let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of warmth that filled the car’s cabin. “Thank you so much, Mister Presley. I don’t know how to ever repay you.” You were thankful, he was the first person who stopped to help in the past hour that you were stranded on the side of the road. “How about ya accompany me to grab some food? I’m sure ya need somethin’ in your stomach.” You nodded your head, agreeing to accompany him as you didn’t have anything else going on at the moment. He decided to hit your favorite burger joint (and you learned that it was his also): Krystals. Your stomach rumbled as the sack of food hit your nostrils, but in the end, you were still thankful that he took care of you; a stranger that he found on the side of the road. 

You sat with him in the parking lot of the establishment, munching on as many burgers that you could. You got to know Elvis, past the fame that he had where you learned that he had much in common with you. “Well, I’m new to Memphis. I haven’t been here but only for a year. However, I don’t believe that I’ll be able to stay as I lost my job today.” You sighed, drinking from your cup before rubbing your hands clean on a napkin that you found in the bottom of the sack of burgers. “I-I’m sorry, darlin’. That sounds like you had a pretty bad day, I have plenty of those.” You looked over at him with a look of relief that he wasn’t taking away from your issues, he was relating to them. “Tell ya what? How about ya come work for me?” You nearly choked on the burger that you were chewing on, looking over at him with wide eyes.

“Well, I don’t have any skills for show business, Mister Presley. I couldn’t come in and destroy what you worked so hard for.” Elvis chuckled, shaking his head as he looked over at you, the smile never leaving his face. “You told me that you have experience in contracts, right? I need ya to look over a contract for me to see if I’m being scammed or not.” Elvis had told you that he needed someone to look into the contract that he signed with his manager a long time ago, finding out that the man had hidden things from him and that most of his money was disappearing. “Well, yes. I was one of the people who could read a contract and inform clients if they should go forward with it or not. However, I don’t think I can help you get out of one if you’re already compelled to it.” Elvis placed his hand on your knee, the look of disappointment crossed his eyes before he turned to look out of the window. 

You felt bad; knowing that he had no other options, so he was asking you, a stranger that he picked up on the side of the road. “Alright, I’ll see what I can do, Mister Presley. I want to help you.” His head snapped back to look at you, a smile widening across his lips as he grabbed your hand, shaking it firmly. “Thank you very much, Y/N. I don’t know what I would have done if you couldn’t help me. Please, call me Elvis. After all, I’m your boss now.” He smiled. As Elvis took you back to your apartment, he bid you goodbye before letting you know that you would begin tomorrow. He would have one of his men pick you up in the morning, where you would meet with him at his home. As you entered your apartment, you leaned against the wall, not believing that a big opportunity landed in your lap at the hands of the extraordinary man known as Elvis Presley. 

He made good on his promise, a knock on your door the next day. It was 6 AM, but you were already awake as your body was used to being up around this time. You opened the door to reveal a dark-haired man who had sunglasses over his eyes. “Are you Y/N? I’m Joe Esposito. Elvis asked for me to come pick ya up, are you ready to go?” He smiled warmly, extending his hand to you. You took his hand, clearly taken back that he had to go to this length for a little contract job. “Nice to meet you, Joe. Yes, I’m ready to go. Is Elvis already expecting me?” You asked as you grabbed your purse, stepping out of the door to lock up your apartment. He nodded his head as he led you down to his car, you sliding into the passenger’s side. As Joe drove towards Elvis’ place, you learned that Elvis had found out that his manager, Colonel Tom Parker was an illegal alien who didn’t have any history of coming into the country. 

He had also tricked Elvis into signing a contract with him, where he would take half of what Elvis would bring in from movie deals and concert sales. Your heart broke at the knowledge that Elvis was truly stuck in this contract, but he believed that you could find a loophole to get him out of his manager’s clutches. Your mouth dropped as you came up on his property, the gates opening as Joe drove through them. Graceland was just as beautiful as it was in the newspapers, but much bigger than you realized. “Wow, so this is Graceland?” You asked, turning over to see Joe return your smile. “Yes ma’am, this is Elvis’ home. Pretty neat, huh?” He chuckled as he pulled his car up behind another that was parked in front of the bricked mansion. You opened the passenger side door, stepping out as you clutched your purse against yourself. “It’s beautiful, Joe. Simply breathtaking.” You muttered as you followed Joe inside of the mansion. You took notice of different people rushing around the mansion, but there was no sign of Elvis anywhere. “Elvis should be joining you soon, feel free to have a look around, Y/N.” Joe waved his hand to you as he disappeared from you. 

You stood in the foyer, like a deer in highlights as you couldn’t bring yourself to walk anywhere. “Y/N! It’s good to see ya again.” The southern drawl that shook you to your core broke you out of your thoughts as you took in Elvis as he walked down the stairs towards you. “Elvis, it’s good to see you. Such a beautiful house you have, it’s bigger than when I saw it in the papers.” You giggled, noticing that he wore a proud look on his face. “Come join me in my daddy’s office. It’s out back.” He opened the front door of Graceland, leading you to a dune buggy that was sitting in the grass. You climbed into the buggy with him, the wind blowing your hair into your face as he sped off to his father’s office towards the back of the large property. 

Once you made it to his father’s office, you were blown away at how much land that he owned. He climbed out of the buggy, walking over to the side before helping you out of it. You moved your hair out of your face, blushing deeply as you noticed that he was squeezing your hand firmly. He unlocked the office’s door before opening it for you to enter. “After you, darlin’.” You walked inside of the large office, finding a seat at the desk. He didn’t join you, going over to a file cabinet before digging around inside of it. He pulled out a thick stack of papers, placing it down on the table. You would be lying if you didn’t admit that you were a little nervous. Although it wasn’t your first rodeo with large contracts, you wanted to ensure that you could do anything in your power to help him out as much as he helped you the night before. 

“This here is the contract that I signed with the Colonel back in 1956. It’s been a while since I laid eyes on it, but I figured that I would look over it with ya.” He sat down in the chair beside you, his ring-covered hands pushing the contract over to you. You let out a breath, flipping through the pages slowly as you tried to catch any words or phrases that could invalidate the contract in its entirety. You were getting a bit flustered: with Elvis sitting beside you breathing down your neck and the contract felt a bit too good to be true. However, it didn’t take you long before a phrase caught your eye. “If Party A has failed to adhere to his fiduciary duty to Party B and his estate which causes monetary damage to Party B’s image and estate, the contract is null and void and Party A is subjected to be dismissed as manager and overseeing the estate.” You felt as if you hit the jackpot, pushing the contract back over to Elvis, your finger pointing to the clause. 

“I see what ya are pointin’ to, but what does all of this mean?” Elvis asked, his brow raised as he waited for you to explain. “Since you have all of the evidence of his dealings and that it doesn’t hold up on your tax returns, he has caused monetary damage to you and your brand. Therefore, he is obligated to be dismissed as your manager and have no hold over your estate. You can get out of this contract with your image and your financial liberties intact.” You smiled over at him, your heart flipping in your chest as you noticed that he was beaming brightly at the newfound information of him being able to get away from his manager. Elvis stood up from the chair, knocking it backwards on the floor before he lifted you up in his arms, spinning you around happily. 

“Well goddamn, mama! I knew I was right to hire ya for this! I could just kiss ya!” He cheered, pressing his soft lips on your cheek. Your eyes widened as you cleared your throat, stepping away from him. “I’m glad that I could help you, Elvis. All you need is to take it to a judge and have them look over it, they should be able to lean in your favor.” You smiled, looking down at the contract, glad that you were able to help him in any way that you could. “Say, Y/N. Let me take ya out for dinner tonight. It’s the least that I can do for ya, you saved my skin.” He smiled. “Well, I don’t see what’s wrong with a little dinner.” You smiled as Elvis took the contract before leading you out of Vernon’s office, heading back to the house. 

Later on that evening, you found yourself back in the same car that found you on the side of the road. Elvis was raving on about this restaurant that he loved going to, beaming with happiness that a resolution was found about his contract with his manager. As he pulled into the parking lot, you noticed that there were no cars in sight. “Is it closed?” You asked, turning to look at him, a bit upset that the dinner wouldn’t go as planned. “Oh, no. I’ve booked the entire place for the night, honey. I figured it could only be me and you without the troublesome reporters.” He laughed, the hiccups in his laugh sent a shiver up your body. No one had ever done that for you before, so you were a bit nervous that you would be alone with Elvis. Elvis exited the car, walking over or more so skipping over to your side of the car before opening your door. 

“Thank you, Elvis. You’re such a gentleman.” You smiled as you took his hand, exiting the passenger's side of his car. He still held on to your hand as he led you inside of the restaurant. The hostess nearly fell over as she noticed Elvis walking inside, being more than helpful to find a table for the both of you. Elvis pulled your chair out for you, smiling at you, his cobalt blues burning a hole into your face as you slid into the chair. “Thank you.” You uttered, looking at the menu in front of you. It was almost as a date, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up because he was treating you for helping him earlier that day. “You know, mama? When I saw you on the side of the road, I had to pull over to help ya. You’re a beautiful little girl, very beautiful.” He rambled on, not bothering to look at the menu but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You blushed, hiding your face behind the menu as you struggled to calm your heart. “Elvis, thank you. I really appreciate you taking the time to help me. It’s only fair that I help you in return.” You smiled as you tried to decide on what you wanted to eat. 

“Tell ya what, mama. After dinner, I’ll take ya back to my place and I’ll give ya a tour. How does that sound?” You put the menu down on the table as you smiled at him. You didn’t know what you did to deserve such treatment from him, but you weren’t going to turn him down on what he was proposing. “Alright, I’d like that.” You smiled, your cheeks hot from the amount of times that you blushed in his company. The dinner went smoothly, Elvis asked questions about your personal life, proposing that he wanted to hire you permanently. You hesitantly agreed, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to find a job on short notice as your rent was due in the next couple of days. Elvis didn’t seem bothered by it, even proposing that you get out of your lease and come to live with him at Graceland. 

He even sweetened the deal, explaining that everyone who worked for him either lived at Graceland or in apartments around the property. “If that’s alright with you, I don’t see anything wrong with it.” You smiled. As you managed to get out of your lease with the help of Elvis, you began your job with him as the person who looked over his contracts until he found a new manager. You met his former manager, Colonel Tom Parker and it wasn’t the nice meeting that you had hoped for. In fact, the man made it known that he didn’t like you. It didn’t bother Elvis at all, in fact, he told the man that he had no choice but to move on because he was keeping you around. Your schedule had changed drastically from the 9-5 that you were used to, you would soon find yourself moving along with Elvis’ schedule; which consisted of you having late nights going over contracts and sleeping throughout the day before you repeated the same pattern the next day. 

You were working for Elvis for months at this point, noticing that he would steal lingering glances in your direction when you were speaking with others. He would make flirtatious remarks towards you, whether he was complimenting your choice of outfit for the day or the way that your hair was pinned up. One night, you were sitting in the television room with Elvis as he always wanted your company on nights that you weren’t working. He was rewatching Doctor Strangelove, quoting every line which made you laugh because he would get the voices and accents spot on. He had his arm around your shoulder; something that he would often do because he was a touch starved man and he made sure that you knew that. “Hey, Y/N?” Elvis turned to face you, your eyes leaving the television in front of you to return his gaze. “I’ve been meaning to tell ya this, but I didn’t think I should because I didn’t want to weird ya out.” Your brows furrowed as you waited for him to continue with what he was saying. “You could never weird me out, Elvis. I would like to think that we are friends rather than business partners.” You giggled, but in the back of your mind, you were hoping that he felt the same way. 

“Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to ya about. I know that I took you out of your world and placed ya in mine, but I just wanted to let ya know that I really enjoyed havin’ ya around. It’s a fresh breath of air havin’ a woman around rather than a group of men.” Elvis chuckled, pushing his glasses over his eyes. His cool rings were pressing against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as you turned from your position on the couch to completely face him. “Well, I’ve definitely felt as though I took some of your burdens off of your shoulders, being around all those men, it must get lonesome sometimes.” You softly smiled, noticing a small blush crossing his cheeks. “Well, I wanted to tell ya that I think I’m starting to have a bit of feelings for ya. Don’t take it the wrong way, I wouldn’t force ya to be with me if you’re not comfortable. I-I just wanted to let ya know is all.” He rambled, his blue eyes searching all over your face. 

Your eyes widened as your heart picked up in your chest. You didn’t think that Elvis would have felt this way about you, but something in you was glad that he did. “Well, Elvis. I don’t see anything wrong with that, but are you sure that it’s right to be feeling this way for someone who works for you?” You tilted your head as you looked over at him. His cerulean hues were burning a hole into your face, nothing passing his lips as he thought over what you were saying. “Would it be easier if ya didn’t work for me anymore, mama? I would rather have ya in my life as my woman rather than you be in my life as an employee.” Now, it was your turn to be worried. You didn’t think that you would be fired again, the thought of not having a job weighed heavily on your mind. “W-well, I-,” You choked up, tears pricking your eyes as you turned your gaze away from him. 

Elvis placed his fingers under your chin to force you to look back at him. “I’m not firing ya, mama. But, I would like ya to be my woman. The job will always be here for ya, don’t worry your pretty lil’ head about it.” He chuckled, staring into your eyes. At that moment, he leaned in slowly as he pressed his pillowy, soft lips against yours. You hummed as you returned his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck before leaning into his embrace. Elvis’ hands moved down your sides, lingering at the hem of your dress as it rode up your leg from the way that you were sitting. “Say yes, mama. Would ya?” He whispered into your lips as his eyes stared deeply into your soul. “Y-yes.” You mindlessly spoke, becoming lost in his eyes that you couldn’t think about anything else. 

Elvis moaned out happily as his lips moved from yours, trailing soft kisses along your jawline. You were so wrapped up in his kisses that your mind couldn’t comprehend anything else at that moment. He laid you back against the couch, your dress riding higher up your thighs. He took the opportunity to run his cool fingers up your leg, the burning sensation on your skin driving you crazy as you needily kissed his face. He pulled back from you, his lip curled up as he reached underneath your dress to pull down your panties. You shivered as his fingertips rubbed against your skin, a moan passing your lips. “You’re so perfect, mommy.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. Your eyes popped open as you searched his face, a blush over his face as he stuttered over his words. “O-oh, I-I’m sorry, darlin’. If that makes y-ya uncomfortable, I-I won’t s-,” You pressed your finger against his lip as you shook your head. 

“You can call me mommy if you’d like, baby. I don’t mind it, I find it endearing.” You giggled, earning a smile from him in return. “You’re perfect, mommy. Simply perfect, I knew that you were when I found ya.” He whispered as he pulled your dress over your head, revealing your half-naked body to him. As he pressed his lips down your neck and over your collarbone, he would repeatedly whisper ‘mommy’ against your skin. “Yes, baby boy? Tell mommy what you need.” You whispered, feeling the tightness of his trousers against you. “I-I n-need you, mommy. Please, let me have ya.” He whimpered as he lifted you up from your position on the couch, wrapping his arm around your back to unclasp your bra. Elvis immediately wrapped his lips around one of your breasts, humming contently as he licked and nipped at your areola. 

Your fingers tangled into his raven colored locks, tugging gently as he sucked at your breasts. You hummed happily, nodding your head, giving him the permission to take you. “Take me, baby boy. I know you need mommy, mommy needs you too.” Elvis’ hands left your body as he hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off of his tanned skin. As he pulled his lips from your chest, he leaned up over you as he gave you the full view of his torso. You moaned at the darkened chest hair that littered his chest which connected to the hairs that led to his happy trail that was hidden from your sight. Your fingers unbuckled his heavy belt that sat on his hips, pulling it through the loops of his trousers. The only sounds that you could hear were your heartbeat and his as you both struggled to catch your breath. You unbuttoned his trousers, your other hand unzipping the zipper before pulling them over his hips. 

His hardened length bounced against his stomach, making your mouth water with need. The veins that adorned his cock were beautiful, your eyes trailing along his cock until they landed on his curly bush that covered his pelvic area. “Mommy, please. Could y-ya touch me? I need ya badly, mommy.” He softly spoke, stepping towards you, his cobalt blues now darkened with lust. You wrapped your hand around his long cock, slowly jerking the base as you watched his heavy balls bounce with each movement of your hand. He deeply groaned, throwing his head back as your thumb rubbed over the red tip of his cock, smearing his precum that was leaking out over his cock. You didn’t know what came over you before you wrapped your lips around the tip, lapping up the precum that was leaking out of the slit. You moaned happily, your other hand gripping his balls as you softly massaged them as your mouth moved down the base of his cock. “M-mommy, your mouth feels so amazing.” Elvis shuttered as you took as much as you could into your mouth, gagging slightly as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. 

Elvis pulled his cock out of your mouth, sinking down to his knees as he pulled your legs over his shoulder. “I’m gonna eat your pussy, mommy. Is that alright?” He smirked, pressing his soft lips on your thighs as he placed soft kisses on the skin. “That’s just fine, baby boy. Thank you, my love.” You whimpered as his tongue licked a stripe up your vulva, your pussy lips fluttering from the feeling. Your eyes shut tightly as your fingernails dug into the couch, your hips slightly jerking as his fingers moved up your legs before they rested on your pelvis. His fingers caressed your bare skin, his tongue dipping between your lips as he lapped up your juices that were pouring out of your pussy. He hummed happily, his fingers moving from your pelvic area before pushing yours lips open as he got a better angle as he continued licking and nipping at your vulva. 

He slid one of his fingers inside of you, the digit dragging against your walls slowly. You whimpered out loudly, your head jerking from side to side as he slowly finger fucked you into oblivion. “You taste so sweet, mommy. Better than a peach during the summer.” His lips wrapped around your throbbing bud, sucking firmly as he added another ring-clad finger inside of you. You arched your back off of the couch, your eyes crossed in your head as your fingers carted into his hair. You guided him along your pussy, grinding your hips into his face. The heat from his breath and his tongue warmed you all over, sending you head first into your first orgasm. You screeched at the top of your lungs, still grinding your hips against his lips as you came down from your orgasm. 

Elvis lifted his head from your pussy, his chin and lips covered in your essence. He hummed happily as he stood up from his position on his knees. “Did I do well, mommy?” He asked, tilting his head as his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. You giggled, pulling his glasses off his face as you placed it down on the table beside you. “You sure did, baby boy. Mommy is so pleased.” You reassured him, eliciting a deep growl from Elvis. Elvis crawled on top of you, pushing your legs around his waist as he plunged deep inside of you, not giving you time to prepare. You let out a long moan, wrapping your arms around his neck as your fingers rubbed at the nape of his neck. Elvis roared out in pleasure from filling you to the hilt, his hips snapping into you roughly. Your breasts bounced up against your chin, his TCB necklace hitting you in the face as he rutted into you. 

You were filled with so much pleasure that you couldn’t form the words to tell him how much you were enjoying yourself. “Fuck, mommy. Your pussy is so fucking tight, I’m not gonna be able to last.” He whimpered into your ear as his lips left open mouthed kisses on your jaw. “Elvis, I want you to fill your mommy. Fill her real good.” You managed to croak out, digging your nails into his back as you held onto him tightly. “Yes, mommy. I’ll fill ya with my cum. Make you big and round with my baby, you’ll be my woman forever.” He growled out as he continued pounding his hips into you. The slapping noises from his balls hitting your ass was enough for another orgasm to crash over you. You moaned into his ear, inherently moaning out that you needed him. You needed him that night when he rescued you and you needed him as long as you lived. “Fuck, mommy. You’re mine, my mommy. My woman, nobody else will have ya, baby.” 

You nodded your head as you could feel his cock swell inside of you. “Oh god, keep going! Just like that, Elvis. Please your mommy, make her feel good.” His cock drug against your walls as you clenched around him, eliciting a deep roar that was trapped in his chest. His black hair flopped on his forehead as he fucked you with the verocity of a wild animal. He hissed out as his hips began to sloppily stutter inside of you, his orgasm crashing over him. Spurts of his cum filled you, coating your walls as he roared out, holding on to your body tightly. Elvis pressed his lips to yours, sloppily kissing you as his hips slowly thrusted into you deeper as he filled you deep with his seed. His icy blues opened as he looked over your face, a smile covering his lips as he caressed your cheek with his fingers. “That was somethin’ else, mama. I wish we coulda done this earlier.” He chuckled, sliding his cock out from you; the stimulation causing a shiver to fill your body. 

You pushed yourself up from your position on the couch, reaching down to grab your bra. As you put your lingerie set back on, Elvis sat there, his eyes watching you with adoration on his face. “What?” You turned, tilting your head as you giggled. Elvis shook his head, not saying a word as he pulled you into his arms. “You’ve saved me, ya know that?” He whispered as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. You giggled as you playfully swatted at him, not believing that it was you that saved him from being taken advantage of. “No, Elvis. I didn’t save you. I just showed you that you could get out of your lifeless contract by pointing out a clause. You did everything yourself, that’s why I admire you so much and that’s the reason that I agreed to be yours. You’re a strong man, you can handle yourself. I love that about you.” You decided to forgo putting your dress back on as you snuggled with him, his eyes lingering back to the television, the movie now over. 

Elvis stuck by his word, letting you keep your job but things were different. The mafia also took notice that things were different between you and Elvis, from the lingering gazes to the hand holding when you thought no one was watching. Elvis was finally able to get the movie role of his life, while also continuing his career as a musician. As time went on, you were promoted from a measly contract reader into his manager. The responsibility was demanding, but you never stirred Elvis in a direction that didn’t expand his career. Elvis would also make sure that when you both had the time, he would take you on dates. He loved showing you off, proud that you were his woman. If you would have ever thought that on that night that you were stranded on the side of the road that you would now be known as Elvis Presley’s manager and his woman, you would have thought you were crazy. However, your luck was beginning to turn around and the fortunes were blossoming beyond your imagination. Maybe you weren’t as unlucky as you thought. 

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Beyond Breaking // Chapter Four

False Flags

disclaimer: i'm not an expert on anything regarding divorce so this is just what i could find from the best of my research

Summary: It all feels like a fever dream, but the feelings are very real

Content Warnings: divorce, mention of Spencer’s drug addiction, unprotected penetrative sex

Word Count: 7.0k

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One thing Y/n hated was lawyers.

It was ironic since she was one herself, but they were the most gossipy pack of egomaniacs she had ever known.

Family lawyers were a whole different group. She had successfully avoided getting whispered about at work, but she knew it would be different once it was official.

Everything would be different when things were official.

The fear hadn’t properly hit Y/n until the night before she had to do something she never thought she would be considering, like some sick delayed suffering that waited until she was completely alone with a terrifying calendar event upcoming to strike.

Spencer Reid was her person.

The person she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with was gone. Not in the way the tiny voice in her head said it would be every time he left to hunt down serial killers. He wasn't gone because he was injured or dead. This time he was gone because he wanted to be.

It was something he promised he would never do. Back when he swore he would be home every night he was in DC, the problem was him sleeping in the office during the weeks after Gideon died. What Y/n wouldn't do to have that as their main problem now. She would be able to do the same thing to support him, only if he let her.

As her cheeks grew damper, it became more obvious that Spencer wasn't coming back and that his departure was because he didn't love her. Couldn't. That was the word he used: perfect to deflect all blame off himself.

There was no one she blamed but him, and she hadn't let herself feel that way until she was looking at the framed wedding photo of them- one of the happiest days of their lives- and the text under it; just their names with a heart in the middle. It was sappy, she could admit that, but it was simple. Simple enough that if it wasn't her fault, it was Spencer's fault. What hurt the most was that she would give him every piece of love she had in her body if he let her.

The common denominator in every other argument or tricky situation they'd been in -that wasn't a factor anymore- was that Spencer loved her.

When they loved each other, they could get through anything, and she was still so madly in love with him that she couldn't bring herself to throw out the photo. Spencer in the photo with his wide grin, straight tie, tidy hair, and his eyes only focused on her wasn't the Spencer who was around anymore. There actually wasn't one thing she saw in common between them. Two different people with the same face.

Her sobs were a fraction of how loud they could be because of her determination not to wake up the little Reids. There was no way, at all, that she was going to tell them. The situation was Spencer's fault, so he could be the one to ruin the idea of love that their children had. And she was determined not to feel bad when they eventually hated him for drastically changing their family dynamic.

If he wouldn't love her, she would make sure they did. And when they grew up and saw the thousands of photos they had with their mom, remembered the memories with one of their parents, and asked where their dad was, that would be her revenge.

But Y/n wasn't thinking about that when she was off to the best family lawyer she could find on Monday. She never knew until now, but the FBI seemingly has everyone needed for a divorce on retainer, prepared for the next couple that breaks under the pressure.

Rossi and Krystall had insisted on babysitting the kids at the Reids' house, citing that they didn't want all the differences to add up in their brains. So with kisses on Maddie, Bennett, and Florence's forehead and some pitiful smiles from their babysitters, Y/n was on another stress-inducing drive to another car park she'd never noticed when she drove past.

"Naturally, I'm sure you know how this process works." Amelia Mary Allen, degree of Juris Doctor- according to the framed certificate that hung on the wall above her desk- said.

Y/n nodded her head, the complete emptiness apparent on her face. "Yes, I want to be the petitioner rather than him." She replied. Her experience and the cases she'd heard about made it impossible for her to wait any longer than she needed to file the petition.

She was finished with playing the game on his terms, and she wasn't going to let him file a divorce petition first and get in writing his wishes for who gets the kids, the money, and the houses. 

Even though she loathed the idea of not being his wife, she wasn't going to put herself at a disadvantage for him anymore when there was nothing she could possibly do to make him love her again.

"I understand." Her lawyer replied. "Let's start with the basics; social security number and names." Finally, a not challenging question for Y/n to answer. It wasn't complicated like the ones in her head. "Grounds for divorce?"

For a moment she sat there in silence. "He'll agree." She whispered, wanting to cry with the shame she wasn't worth Spencer caring. She wished she would have the confidence to set easier terms, too, but that love didn't just go away. "So we can separate without cohabitation for 6 months."

The lawyer laid down her pen, stopping writing. "You shouldn't get divorced if you don't want to." She advised.

"I love my kids, and as much as I love Spencer..." Y/n trailed off, trying to explain how she was feeling like she was sitting on the therapist's couch all over again. "I don't know him anymore."

"That's fair." She agreed. "What are your terms?"

That was the big question Y/n had been thinking about since she realized this was the step she had to take. "I want physical custody. His work at the BAU means he's away on cases on average for maybe 3 days with a day or two in between during the work week which would prohibit him from providing a stable home where he sees them frequently."

"I agree." The lawyer said. "Even if it goes to court, a judge would never grant him sole physical custody." Even though Y/n knew that was true before the meeting, it gave her reassurance to hear it. "Legal custody and visitation?"

"I want us to both have legal custody." She stated. She didn't know what his actions would be when she was involved, but she did know he wouldn't purposefully harm their children. "For visitation, on the 90 days he's working for the BAU, I want him to have every second weekend, and if he chooses to, see them throughout the week. He can come to whichever extracurricular activity he chooses. During the 30 days that he's teaching, I want to do 2-2-3 custody so they can see us equally." It killed her that for an entire month, she'd see them only 15 days and she let a single tear run down her cheek at the thought of all that missed time. "When they're older, I think a week each is more appropriate." Then the dreaded reminder that this was permanent snuck up on her.

It was so kind and far too forgiving to someone who had shattered her heart. But she was desperately trying not to let her reaction to Spencer's actions affect her choices about their wellbeing, and she felt so good about herself for it.

"How about holidays?"

"I want both Christmas, Easter, and thanksgiving." It was the first selfish thing she'd said. Imagining them opening presents on Christmas morning, hunting for chocolate or having a family meal without her there was heartbreaking. "At least a week around the dates so I can travel with them. And I want their birthdays, but he can come to their parties. Any public holidays we can split." She hated having to compromise on her time with them. "For summer, he can have two weeks if he wants and he can have Father's Day. Oh, and Halloween, he can have that."

Again, she stopped writing and looked up at Y/n. "It's your favorite, isn't it?" Y/n really didn't know how she was so readable, and she frown at the statement. "Sorry, I just saw your lockscreen."

"Oh," Y/n answered in realization. "Yeah, but I only started liking it because it's his favorite."

Then there was some more scribbling before another question. "How about dividing property?"

"We own a house which I want to keep and eventually sell since I'm going to have the majority of custody." She decided. Living there, where they used to be a couple, wasn't ideal, but she didn't want to change too much all at once.

"Okay, the last thing we have to go over is finances and assets." She prompted.

"I make slightly more money than he does." She said transparently. "So I don't want alimony, but I want him to pay for half of everything for the kids, including their private school tuition. For the money we have... I think I want my percentage of income out of the total, preferably in stocks." The finances didn't worry her too much, but she was going to have to get an accountant because Spencer had been doing her taxes for years. "I want to keep my car, all the furniture, and my family heirlooms. Basically, everything that I use in the house."

The room fell silent aside from some writing. "It's a fair settlement. If he doesn't agree and it goes to trial, I would think a judge would side with you."

"So that's it?" Y/n asked.

"Pretty much, as soon as you're ready, you can sign whenever you're ready, and he'll get served." She answered.

Her fingers were shaking so much that she knew she wouldn't be able to physically sign it. "Can I sign in a few days?"

"Of course." She answered again, standing up to shake her hand before Y/n left.

~

Emily tried to talk some sense into Spencer when he returned to her place after therapy in tears. She thought the couple would work it out there, be provided with some strategies to fix things, and go back to the lives and love they deserved to have.

What made even less sense to her was Spencer's sudden inability to express his feelings to Y/n. Y/n had just always been the person he talked to, for years, and Emily understood prison complicated things and made Spencer closed off, but he was meant to talk to her. It's what he always had done.

But then he told her he thought she would go and see a lawyer, and she almost called Y/n to figure out what the fuck was actually going on. He made her promise she wouldn't, and she couldn't argue with him when a lot of their life was private.

"What are you doing today?" Emily asked, sitting next to him at the breakfast bar of her apartment, where he was drinking his coffee like it was just another Monday.

"Not getting back together with Y/n, if that's what you're asking," Spencer told her, clearly still raw from therapy a few days ago. "And I can't go back to the BAU because my time's not up." He groveled.

Emily gave him a stern look. "Reid." She warned in a tone he knew meant he needed to stop sulking.

"Sorry." He apologized, rubbing his eyes. "Y/n said I could see the kids, but she had an 'appointment' this morning." He continued, using air quotes.

"Oh, Spence, I'm sorry." Emily sympathized, resting a hand on his shoulder in a reassuring gesture. She knew Spencer's inference was usually right and if he thought Y/n was at a lawyer's office, she probably was. And that only meant he would inevitably be served and they would be divorced. 10 years of history were about to be gone.

Spencer just shrugged, holding back the tears clouding up his hazel eyes and taking another sip of coffee. "I think maybe I'll take them to the park or the museum." He said, changing the topic to something less heartbreaking. "I don't wanna tell them so I'll just drop them back to Y/n's and tell them I have a case." He decided, trying to think of the most painless way for things to go.

"Well, they're always welcome here if you're keeping them overnight." Emily reminded him.

"Thank you, Emily. I appreciate it." Spencer said, giving her as much of a smile as he could muster. Things would suck a lot more if he didn't have such good friends.

Emily nodded at him. "Of course. I'm going into the office, but everyone else is off for the day." She informed him, moving around the kitchen to pour a travel mug of coffee to put in her handbag.

After another text from Y/n confirming he could come around, Spencer stopped moping around Emily's apartment and tried to put on a smile as he got ready.

He switched his socks out three times, trying to find a combination that didn't say too much. It was stupid, really, but what socks he wore spoke louder than words. Even though she didn't tell him till later, Y/n had profiled he was proposing when he subconsciously wore the same mismatched socks that he'd worn on their first date. His socks had to be neutral.

The drive was longer than it felt when he fled to Emily's, and it only gave him more time to think: something that had become dangerous. Wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, he knocked on the front door of his own house in an odd twist of his life.

"Daddy!" Maddie squealed, flinging the door open and jumping into his arms.

"Hi, munchkin." He greeted her, effortlessly catching her and spinning her around in a hug. "Are you allowed to open the door without an adult?"

She pouted when he put her down, those big brown eyes matching his own. "No. Sorry."

Spencer smiled at her, making sure she knew he wasn't mad, just concerned about her safety. "Where's everyone else?" He asked, looking past her into the house. He really wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to see Y/n with how they'd left things and the fact she was most likely meeting with her lawyer that morning.

"C'mon." She instructed, reaching out for his hand and pulling him through the house. On instinct, Spencer turned to lock the door and took off his shoes.

It was clear Maddie didn't notice the stress in his demeanor or any of the tension between her parents. She dragged him upstairs, finding Bennett and Florence in the living room, a cuteness overload as they played with their toys together. As soon as they saw him, their eyes lit up and they came sprinting over and gave him the hugs reserved for only him. They chatted to him about what they had been doing like they did whenever he came back from a case and Spencer realized he didn't deserve the obvious affection he was being given in excess.

"Spencer, can I talk to you?" There was that angelic voice he had listened to for 10 years. It was slightly different though, wavering more than it usually did.

His eyes locked on hers, and he got up from where he was crouched down playing with the train tracks and walked over to where she was standing in the doorway dressed in jeans and a cardigan. "What's up?" He asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. His nerves were evident in how he shuffled on his feet.

"I was, uh, just thinking that they could stay with you overnight... if you had somewhere to go." She offered, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. It was so awkward to be around him and that felt wrong.

"What?" Spencer asked although he'd heard the question perfectly.

"I mean, they're your kids too, and they missed you." She justified, unable to read what was in his tone. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

He wasn't going to reject such a good offer, not when the last time they spoke in person she looked so hurt that he thought she might never speak to him without going through a lawyer again.

"Yes, please." He accepted, looking back at the three wonderful children for a second. "I was planning on taking them to the zoo with Derek and Hank, so maybe we'll stay there."

She was grateful he told her without any prompting, and as much as she hated the fact it was happening, they would make good co-parents. "I trust you with them." She emphasized the last two words, making sure he got the point. "Just wanna make sure they're okay." That was the only reason she was even talking to him. Had things happened differently and they didn't have kids, she wouldn't have spoken to him until he apologized.

"Are you going to be okay without them?" Spencer found himself asking before he could have it.

She laughed dryly, but she looked like she was about to cry. Just the welling of tears in her eyes-tears he caused- was enough to have his heart panging with guilt. Shaking her head, she glared at him for a moment before walking past him and into the living room.

"Who wants to have a super fun sleepover with their cousins tonight?" She asked them, enthusiasm, albeit fake, in her tone.

It was enough to have them bouncing around, excited for a late-night, movie, and take-out. He watched her for longer than he should have, unable to stop his mind's spiraling thoughts.

Then she left and came back from Maddie's bedroom with a backpack to hand to Spencer. "All their sleepover stuff is in there." She informed him, fingers brushing over his as she handed him the pink, sparkly backpack.

"Thanks," Spencer replied, not commenting on the similarity in how he had already had his bag packed when he left. "Who's ready to go?" He asked, turning back to the kids.

There was a chorus of affirmations, and they excitedly raced to the door to put their shoes on, leaving Y/n and Spencer together without a conversation buffer.

"Uh, so we should m-maybe talk... sometime." He offered, shifting his weight on his feet.

Although Y/n had no idea what they were going to talk about, she nodded. "Y-yeah, sure."

And just like that, he was gone again with the three kids. She tried not to think about them as she went about her day, knowing they would be having fun and their little brains wouldn't be able to theorize about what was going on.

After the zoo, Spencer didn't even think about asking Morgan to have the kids stay over. He did, however, make a phone call to someone else before letting Emily know he wouldn't be coming back to her apartment that night.

~

Y/n didn't wait for him later that night, but it was hard not to focus on him and the kids when she got the text: Laine noticed Wren left her bear at home, she's asleep now, but if she wakes up and it's not here... can I come and get it?

It was so much more domestic than Spencer had been in the past few months with her, talking about their kids and home and Florence’s goddamn Cubs bear, and all it made her feel was physically sick.

It felt like the start of what their new relationship was going to be: Spencer texting about things related to their kids in a friendly tone. And she cried- for what felt like the 100th time that day- as soon as she came to that realization.

She was sitting in the kitchen drinking wine and trying to pretend none of it was happening when Spencer walked in. "Hey, it's just me!" He called out like he always did.

It started after what happened with Diane Turner, and she couldn't stand anyone sneaking up on her at home, even Spencer snaking his arms around her waist holding flowers had sent her into a panic attack 5 years ago. Another scar left by the FBI.

Spencer walked through the hallway and into the kitchen like he knew exactly where she would be. "Hey." He greeted her again, looking at her figure sitting on one of the barstools. "Drinking?" He asked the question without any judgment.

"Want some?" She offered, expecting a refusal.

"Do we have any scotch?" He asked, not waiting for an answer as he entered the walk-in pantry to look for some. He shook off the feeling of being a stranger in his own house, while Y/n shook off the use of we.

He poured some, more than he should have, into a glass before pressing it against the ice dispenser on the fridge. Y/n tried not to focus her eyes on him, not to think about him like he was still someone who loved her so she stared at the marble on the bench and tried to memorize the pattern while the clock ticked each awkward second of silence past like it was a taunt.

"Where are they?" She questioned, feeling terrible she hadn't confirmed it since they left. Her mind was such a mess, and she relied on the fact they were safe with Spencer.

Spencer rested one hand against the cold bench top, the other raising his glass to his lips. The alcohol made him wince a little like he was still 21 and having his first drink with the team. "With Derek and Savannah." He lied flawlessly.

It went completely unnoticed by Y/n, who nodded. "Good, they love hanging out with Hank."

It hit her then that she might not get to see them. Would they be claiming friends? Spencer would get JJ, Y/n would get Dave, and there would be a fight for Penelope and Luke.

"Do you think they know?" She blurted out before she could stop herself, the white wine making her bolder than she wanted to be.

"No," Spencer answered quickly. "Maybe Laine is suspicious. I don't know, I always knew my parents were splitting up because they argued." He reminisced, and it drew tears to his eyes at the fact his actions put his family in a situation closer to the one he grew up in than he ever wanted them to be. Y/n bit her bottom lip, ignoring almost all of her thoughts. "We should talk about how we approach that."

She shook her head so quickly that his head whipped up so he could look at her. "Please, not tonight." She whimpered, hating how pathetic it sounded.

Spencer's heart sunk at how upset she seemed, and the guilt was nauseating. But he couldn't talk about it. Not now, and maybe never. "What is with Wren and pretzels?" He asked, completely changing the conversation.

After a light laugh, she gave the rhetorical answer Spencer was looking for. "I have no idea." In a moment of bravery, she met his stare. "She was back at it again today?"

Her eyes were back on the bench, not lingering on him for another second. The crash in her confidence was so drastic, and he knew he didn't have the right to feel anything about it, but he did.

"Yeah." He answered. "Made me stop at three gas stations to get her a packet before falling asleep and spilling them in the car. Good thing He-Hank loves them too."

"I know people said youngest children of three are the wild ones, but, boy, I was not expecting her." She commented with a laugh that was too genuine for the awkward relationship between them.

Of the three kids, Florence was definitely the untamed one. She was so much more carefree than either of her parents, obsessive over her teddy and pretzels, and so hilarious there were multiple giggling fits each day. Her wild Reid curls only added to her attitude.

Madelaine, naturally, was the independent one being the first child. She was stubborn like Spencer, thankfully getting his intelligence as well, and always the leader.

Bennett was the charming middle child, mostly unphased by whatever his sisters were doing. He was the sweet one, and both of his parents always made sure that didn't get taken advantage of and that he knew he was of equal importance to them.

Spencer laughed too, and it felt like a moment of peace. "I was actually reading a survey about how having three children is the most stressful."

"I did always want another one." She commented before she could stop herself, blushing from more than the wine when she realized it was said aloud.

"After p-prison," Spencer recalled, not making a remark about how improbable it was that they didn't have one after all the time they spent together when he got out. "Why didn't-"

"I didn't want a Band-Aid baby, Spencer." She cut him off harshly before he could finish the question. "No child should feel like their purpose is keeping a sinking ship afloat."

He didn't bite his lip or make any attempt at staying silent. "We weren't sinking then." He bit back quietly.

It was the worst way to argue, she had come to realize. The snide remarks let arguments go on for hours- or days- longer than they needed to.

"Well, we must have started at some point because now we're here." She stated flatly and with so much disdain he physically flinched.

"I would have had a baby then." He said, almost entirely ignoring her point and imagining, foolishly, what could have been. "Another sweet boy like Ben to even the ratio out or another girl as independent as Laine... or as wild as Wren."

Y/n, too, could play the ignore-any-problems-and-change-the-subject game. "The nicknames you give them always... interest me." She told him, trying purposely to phrase it in a way that it wasn't a compliment. Spencer only frowned at her, not a word passing his lips as he waited for her to elaborate. "Wren Reid?"

"True." Spencer agreed, chuckling the slightest amount. "I could have thought that one out better."

"I thought you'd stop after the rhyming of Maddie's 'Laine' and Raine, but a first name/middle name combo wasn't enough." She said and it sounded so similar to a standard conversation between two parents in love with each other and their kids that they just indulged in the fantasy.

"Wren Reid is only an imperfect rhyme!" He defended himself playfully.

The flipping from teasing to squabbling was so exhausting so Y/n picked a side. "At least you didn't do any sadistic nicknaming of Bennett." She joked.

He laughed harder than he should have, earning a frown from her. "Y/n, his initials spell out bar." He deadpanned.

Her mouth dropped open at the realization: Bennett Aaron Reid. "How did I not..?" She trailed off into giggles. She wasn't drunk, just tired and an emotional mess. "That is so bad."

"If it helps, I didn't realize until he was at least three." Spencer offered, finishing the final sip of his scotch.

She was still laughing, getting out of her seat, and walking around the kitchen island to put the wine glass in the dishwasher. "It absolutely does not help." She assured him, holding out her hand so he could give her his glass.

His fingers were warm against hers, and their hands touched for longer than they needed to. Those sparks, the electrical current, couldn't just be something she was feeling run through her veins.

She straightened back up once she shut the dishwasher and didn't put any additional distance between them. Spencer's eyes were locked on her firmer that time, desperately trying to work up a profile.

The hand he had resting on the bench came up to rest against her cheek, and the final thing grounding either of them was gone. Y/n dove in, knowing there was no way he would cross that time unless he knew how reciprocated it was.

Her lips were so unfamiliar to his, but they fell perfectly in sync. It took Spencer a moment to realize it wasn't a dream, and his eyes closed as he kissed her more firmly. He kissed her with all the red inside him; the passion, the anger, the love, the heat. All the most intense bottled-up emotions flowed out of him. Y/n melted against him, everything in her demeanor going from tightly wound to relaxed with a few seconds of kissing. He knew about the effects kissing had on serotonin, but never had he seen an experiment so effective.

He pulled away when his brain kicked in, and he realized they needed a moment to think about what had taken over them.

"183 days starting tomorrow?" Y/n asked in reference to what she'd heard earlier in the day. A few days didn't matter to her, not when her lips were an inch from his and she didn't feel so empty.

Spencer wished he could believe she knew they needed to avoid any form of cohabitation for 6 months because she was a lawyer, not because she'd seen a lawyer, but he didn't. And he hated the fact she thought he would agree to divorce even though his actions showed he would. The need for her to hope he would fight for their family was the most illogical and unfair emotion, but it was so persistent in his mind.

"How much have you had to drink?" He asked, able to taste each note of the wine on his lips.

"One." She assured him, annoyed he didn't just want to fuck her. The rules were all gone now, and she had burnt the playbook. "Now shut up."

His lips closed, indicating he wanted what was about to happen, and she wrapped her fists around the material of his polo where the lapels of his jacket usually were to pull his body flat against hers.

"Starting tomorrow." He mumbled against her lips in agreement.

It was something he'd said to himself so many times when he was trying to quit Dilaudid. He would stick the needle in his arm time and time again in his old, dark apartment when he was at his absolute lowest, pretending it would be the last time and that tomorrow would be different.

Spencer was an expert at pretending. You have to be when you're in prison or in a hostage situation, and if he thought about it hard enough, he could overlook how fucked up the entire situation was. His new talent had replaced the talent he used to have for seeing the consequence of his actions.

Spencer held her face more firmly that time, his arms boxing hers in. He angled his hips more until he had turned them around, and her hips were trapped between his and the bench. Her brain was spinning, the lust eating up each negative thought.

They were still so in sync that it was hard to believe they hadn't done anything like this in the three months they'd drifted apart. Y/n bit down on his bottom lip with enough force that he whimpered and gave her the chance to slip her tongue into his mouth. In a quick motion, she was sitting up on the kitchen countertop, the coldness against her thighs a contrast to Spencer's warm hands.

Y/n kept her legs open so he could stand between them, gripping his hips with her inner thighs to keep him close to her. He was more hesitant with his hands than usual, which gave her the rare opportunity to tease him first.

Her hands ran down his chest, all the way down the light blue dress shirt he wore until her fingertips trailed over the growing bulge in his pants.

Spencer lightly moaned against her lips, biting down on her bottom lip and tugging it away from her face. His lips were slotting against hers again, but that time, he kissed her deeper, tongue slipping into her mouth and tangling with hers.

A content sigh sounded from her lips into his open mouth when his hands gripped her hips tighter, fingertips no doubt bruising her skin. There was a burning need in her to touch his skin and she reached out for the collar of his shirt to pull him closer before getting to work on the buttons.

There were too many and she pulled at them hard, earning a lighthearted chuckle from him at her eagerness. "Let me." He offered gently, wrapping one hand around both of hers and using his other to undo the buttons.

She did the same thing, pulling her t-shirt off while Spencer took off his shirt. Why he always wore dress shirts, she didn’t know, but over the years he’d started filling them better. Her hands were on the skin of his chest as soon as she could, pushing the shirt onto the floor. It would be inconvenient for him to find later when he left, but she couldn’t care less.

That time their lips attached, Spencer seemed more urgent. His hands pulled her hips closer and he all but dragged her off the bench. Y/n followed his lead, running her hands up and down his chest like she’d missed doing so much. His fingertips were always cold but his heart was always warm. 

He knew each inch of that house and he knew where he was going as he walked backward, eyes closed and lips on hers. It wasn’t until the stairs and her hands fidgeting with his belt that his coordination dropped off. The grace he had and the pressure of his lips against hers were all gone when he stepped back and tripped up the stairs. 

She waited for a beat to make sure he wasn’t actually hurt, and then they were giggling like they used to when they were in love. Hearing him laugh was one of her favorite things, something she’d been starved of for far too long that she couldn’t deny how good it felt to hear. She didn’t have the chance to ask if he was okay before he was doing the safer thing, reaching out to take her hand and pull her upstairs. 

It felt weird to be back in their bedroom together, and Y/n desperately tried to ignore the voice in her head telling her this was a bad idea. It was going to hurt later, but it was worth it, if not for anything else than just to feel close to him again. 

It didn’t feel anything but right when he walked her over to the bed, those gorgeous big palms holding her waist while his thumbs touched the bottom of her bra. He looked at her for what felt like years, more focused on remembering every detail of her face than he was on her body. The moment that should have been more uncomfortable lasted until she was backed up against the base of the bed when he kissed her. The feeling of his hands roaming her skin was going to be something she missed, she realized as they traded saliva and Spencer reached around to unclasp her bra.

His lips broke away from hers and trailed down her neck. “Spence.” She lightly moaned when his teeth dug into her skin, marking her like she was his. Arching her back to give him more access to her boobs, she tangled her fingers through his hair and squeaked out noises of pleasure into his ear. It was a move that apparently hadn’t stopped working because he rolled his hips rhythmically against hers.

It was unspoken that they didn’t have a lot of time. Derek wasn’t going to believe it took him three orgasms worth of time to drive a few miles. Those big firm hands pushed her back onto the bed and Spencer's kisses reached lower as he stood between her thighs. As usual, he paid particular attention to the faded scar on her abdomen from Florence which she hated until he convinced her it was something to treasure. 

He was hesitant with the button of her pants but the desire in her was too strong to wait around for him to rethink his decision and come to the same conclusion. She sat up slightly against the comforter and gently palmed his bulge, waiting until the friction was nearly overwhelming to actually unbutton and unzip them. 

Spencer followed suit, pulling her pants off with a little help from her lifting her hips up. His intrigue with her wet core peaked as he ran his finger over the damp spot on her panties. He slipped his thumb under the seam, teasingly running it through her folds and watching the expression on her face change. Determined to not let him have the upper hand, Y/n used her own hand to play with him. He caved first, as expected, stepping out of his boxers and she followed suit, taking off her panties and shuffling down so her legs were hanging over the edge of the bed. And then there were absolutely no barriers between them.

With his hardened, red cock in his hand, Spencer guided himself through her wet folds, spreading his precum against her. Y/n watched, still sitting up and a little mesmerized. In one smooth motion, he pressed his lips against hers so forcefully that she fell back onto the comforter while gliding inside of her. He could feel her breath shortening as he pushed into her.

“Fuck.” She mumbled against his lips. It was total confirmation that she’d never be able to feel the same again, no one else would perfectly fill her up or make her skin so hot. Even thinking about being with someone else made her uncomfortable.

“I know.” He smirked, the heat of his voice against her skin dizzying. When he pulled back to thrust in again, he did so tenderly, not at all the rough hate fuck she expected to get from him. It was nice, though, and it oddly felt like they were back in sync again. Maybe the only thing they could do together anymore was passionate sex. 

His lips stayed close to hers, not directly on hers but close enough that he could kiss her. It meant she could let out breathly sighs each time he pulled out of her and moaned when he slammed back into her.

Spencer avoided telling her how beautiful she was, he just relished in the time they had left together. 

Her nails trailed up and down his back as he continued to fuck in and out of her slowly. It was so intimate for two people who had stopped showing their love for each other. All those soft touches, kisses, and pleasureful moans felt like something different and she felt like she was back in the old days. Back when they’d go to the movies just to make out, those times hand holding under the table at Quantico, and when saying goodbye took hours because of the endless kisses. When they couldn’t stand not touching each other. 

“Spencer, faster, please.” She begged, wrapping her legs around his hips to pull him closer. 

He threaded his fingers through hers above her head while he leaned down to kiss her neck and fulfilled her request. The smell of his shampoo and cologne and the scotch sent her senses into a Spencer overdrive. 

“Getting close?” He asked although he knew the answer. The amount of time he’d dedicated to getting to know her body meant he knew that when she started rolling her hips against his and got all quiet, she was about to cum.

“Mhm.” She answered, quiet for another second before a spew of his name and curse words left her lips. Spencer loved the sounds she made almost as much as he loved how she looked as she orgasmed. “Holy fuck.” She let out again as she came hard around his cock, all her muscles contracting before she fell back against the bed. 

Spencer fucked her through it before falling apart on top of her with a moan of her name. Then he was kissing her again softly before rolling onto the bed next to her. The post-orgasm sensation muted all those annoying thoughts in her head, and his beauty wasn’t lost on her. 

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked, turning on his side to look at her with the particular shade of brown she loved more than any other.

No.

Despite how close they’d just been, this felt too close for her now. And despite how bare they were, she’d never felt more exposed. 

“Yes.” She finally answered. It was easier to lie than to ask whether he was talking about the sex or her physical state or her mental state.

With a definitive nod, he got up off the bed. That’s when it felt different, when it was real that he was about to walk out and they weren’t going to cuddle and talk all night like she missed so much. 

His eyes lingered on her while he put his boxers and pants back on. “Can I ask you a favor?”

No. 

Y/n picked at her nails, trying to act like she wasn’t completely focused on his body. “Sure.”

“Don’t do anything irrational.” He requested before his voice got much quieter and she would have missed his next statement had there been any other noise in the house. “We can fix this.”

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[littlemisspascal]

Love Triangles Part 6

Pairing: Dieter x Female Reader

Word Count: 3200+

Summary: We need to talk. The four most dreaded words of all time. And yeah, it’s true, you’ll admit you and Dieter need to talk about a lot of stuff. Like, a lot a lot. But hearing him acknowledge it has you suddenly feeling like you’re standing on the edge of a cliff. And you’re 100% certain you’re not gonna like what’s at the bottom.

Warnings: Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Pining, Language, Soulmates AU with Identifying Marks, Reader has no name or physical description except for being shorter than Dieter, Mention of character death, Disney references, Dialogue heavy

Author Note: Thank you everybody for the unbelievably kind support of this fic from beginning to end! I’m thrilled y’all have enjoyed reading Pidge and Dieter as much as I’ve enjoyed writing for them 💝 I hope y’all like this final chapter!

PART 5

Evening surrenders to night, sky darkening as the sun rests behind the horizon. You stare at your bedroom ceiling, eyes sore and puffy, drained of every last tear, unable to sleep. Not for lack of want or trying, but between your racing thoughts and burning palm it’s just not in the cards for you. This day just gets worse and worse.

Sighing, you crawl out of your blanket nest and slip your converse on. Maybe a visit to the rooftop garden will help clear your head, bring you some peace. 

You’re quiet as a mouse when you slip out into the hallway, biting your lip as you glance over your shoulder at Dieter’s door. You don't know whether to feel relieved or disappointed he hasn’t sought you out or even sent a text in the hours that have passed since his accidental overdose. Since you saw his soulmark.

You head upstairs, the flickering lightbulb in the stairwell providing just enough of a glow so you don’t trip and crack your head open. A shudder of unease ripples down your spine, imagining nobody would find your body for days, possibly even months, if something happened. Except for Krystal’s ambush the other day, you’re the only one who frequently visits the roof.

The nighttime air raises goosebumps along your skin, a pleasing shock to your lungs that sends your thoughts scattering. Inhaling a deep breath, you shuffle over to the railing, gazing out at the glittering city lights. Sometimes it’s nice to feel small, to be reminded there’s a great big world out there carrying on without knowledge of your troubles. 

You sense Dieter’s presence before you see him. A burst of warmth in the center of your chest followed by a phantom tugging sensation urging you to turn around. God, this soulmate bond is gonna take some time to get used to. 

You’ll have to get used to it, sooner or later. Nothing can sever a bond except for death. And you’ve heard it said when one soulmate dies, the other feels it no matter the distance. Like hellfire, is always the description. It’s like being doused in hellfire. Not only do the soulmates lose each other, but they lose their marks too, fading away as if they’d never been there at all. 

Steeling yourself, you slowly turn to look at him, at his unruly curls, his scruffy jawline, his…t-shirt? You blink, breath hitching when you glimpse his soulmark in the moonlight. He looks different without long-sleeves. Softer somehow, more vulnerable. 

“Hey,” you say quietly. “I…I didn’t know you knew about this place.”

Dieter’s hands flex nervously at his sides. “I only do because you mentioned it once. Said you loved the fresh air and the flowers.”

Your traitorous heart flutters at the admission. The memory unfolds in the back of your mind, a little blurry from the passage of time, but you remember telling him about the garden during one of your first movie marathons with him. About how it was one of your favorite places.

I always remember your favorite things, Pigeon.

Shaking your head to clear it, you look down at your shoes to avoid looking at his face when you ask, “Why are you here, Tramp?”

“We need to talk.”

You cross your arms over your churning stomach. We need to talk. The four most dreaded words of all time. And yeah, it’s true, you’ll admit you and Dieter need to talk about a lot of stuff. Like, a lot a lot. But hearing him acknowledge it has you suddenly feeling like you’re standing on the edge of a cliff. And you’re 100% certain you’re not gonna like what’s at the bottom.

“Can we not?” you counter, aiming for a light tone and missing by miles. You take a half step towards the door, intending to slip around him. “I’d rather we do it tomorrow, or you know what would be even better? Never. I’d prefer never so I’m just gonna—”

Dieter blocks your path, lips a thin line of frustration. You’ve never seen him look this angry before, not even when an art critic said cow manure was a prettier sight than Dieter’s paintings. 

“If you don’t want to talk, fine,” he says, even though the look on his face gives you the impression it’s definitely not fine. “But I’m going to so will you just listen to me for five fucking minutes, Pidge? Please.”

You stare at him for a long beat, and you see the fear in his gaze–fear that you’re going to say fuck you and walk away, fear that what’s broken will always be broken–and it hurts unexpectedly fiercely. It’s a look you never want to see again.

 So you nod, a short jerk of your head, and squeeze your arms tighter around yourself to stop your trembling.

Dieter’s eyes roam your face and whatever he sees has some of the tension in his frame loosening. When he starts talking, his words are slow, carefully chosen. “I’m sorry about what happened downstairs. It was stupid and reckless of me taking all those drugs at once.” He sniffs, glancing away briefly. “It’s just…they were the only thing that helped dull the pain.”

“Pain?” you ask before you can stop yourself. So much for not talking.

“It’s a soulmate thing, I think,” he answers, eyeing you warily like the word ‘soulmate’ will trigger some kind of explosive reaction. “I’m better when you’re around. And you…weren’t lately.”

You avert your gaze, guilt gnawing at you. All the pain you’d been struggling with during your weeks apart–you never considered he’d felt it too. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just–I needed some distance.”

Out of the corner of your eye, Dieter’s lips twist into a rueful look. “And now we’ve matched.” 

You hear the unspoken good luck finding distance now and you hate the way he speaks so gingerly like you’re made of glass. Like being soulmates is something to be cautious of instead of celebrating it. Matching with someone is supposed to be the happiest day of your lives and he hasn’t even cracked a smile once.

“Why didn’t you ever show me your soulmark?” you ask, and the question cuts your tongue with its sharpness.

His eyes briefly dip to the black triangle and the flicker of shame you glimpse fills you with a sense of petty self-satisfaction. “I was going to, when I came to invite you over for movies that first time, but then I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You–”

You bark out a harsh, incredulous laugh. “Uncomfortable? Are you serious?”

His nostrils flare, upper lip curling into a snarl. “Yes, I’m fucking serious, Pidge. You told me you wanted us to be friends, remember? And I didn’t know what I did wrong or said wrong to make you reject me, but I said okay. I said okay because the alternative was losing you and I…I couldn’t let you go.” He scrubs a hand over his face, but it doesn’t hide the pain in his voice. “I’m a selfish bastard, alright? I’ll admit it. And I’m also the world’s biggest coward. I kept my mark hidden because I was afraid you’d look at it and you’d leave. And I-I couldn’t survive that.”

And you have absolutely no idea what to say to that. It’s like he’s given you a handful of puzzle pieces to make sense of and your brain can’t figure out where to even start. 

“What are you talking about?” Your confusion is audible in your voice, visible in the scrunching of your eyebrows. “Rejection? That wasn’t—I genuinely wanted to be friends with you.”

“Well, geez, that’s a relief,” Dieter replies sarcastically, rolling his eyes towards the sky. He sighs then, seeming to collect himself, and says quieter than you’ve ever heard him, “Just be honest with me, Pigeon. When we first met, what did I do wrong? Why was I good enough to be your friend but not your soulmate?”

You’re struck silent, racing heartbeat tripping and stuttering to a near stop, because it sounds like—

“I–” your voice cracks beneath the weight of emotion swelling up inside of you, pressing against your ribcage and lungs, almost suffocatingly. “I didn’t know we were soulmates when we first met.”

“Oh, Pidge,” he snorts a short, humorless laugh, giving you a look full of disappointment. “You had to have had some kind of clue. I named you, for fuck’s sake. We’re the only two in this whole damn building with a couple’s name. And if that wasn’t obvious enough–the spark when we shook hands?”

“That was static electricity!” you blurt out, because it was. That whole schtick in romance novels where soulmates experience sparks when they touch is just a popular trope to keep readers engaged.

…Wasn’t it? Isn’t it?

Don’t start panicking, don’t start panicking, don’t start panicking.

He stares at you, frustration and hurt slowly, ever so slowly fading away the longer he looks at your distressed face, eyes wide as the moon overhead and quivering lower lip. He licks his lips, voice hoarse. “You…you really didn't know?”

Your mouth opens, an emphatic no on the tip of your tongue, but that’s not the truth. Not really. Because there had been a moment you thought you were soulmates when you met him. The burst of elation you’d felt had been real. But so had the biting disappointment that had followed swiftly after.

“When we met, I thought your tattoo was your soulmark,” you say, sheepishly nodding towards the outlined triangle.

He blinks, taken aback by the admission, and looks at his forearm like he’s never seen it before. “What?”

And you hadn’t wanted to talk, but now it’s like the floodgates have burst open and you can’t control yourself anymore, needing him to know everything.

“I thought your tattoo was your soulmark and when it didn’t match mine, it absolutely devastated me. And then you showed up at my apartment and were so nice—I wanted you to be my friend, I really did. I thought I’d be happy just being Tramp and Pidge, but then the more I got to know you…” You bite your lip, nails digging into your arms.

Dieter tilts his head with a raised eyebrow, waiting for you to finish.

You groan, ducking your head to hide your embarrassment. “I started hoping we could be Lady and Tramp. You know, a couple.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” he scoffs, croc scuffing at the ground. “You wouldn’t even go out for donuts with me—”

“I’m telling the truth,” you say, desperate for him to believe you. “I just never said anything because of your tattoo and–”

“Pidge, stop–”

“—I also didn’t want to ruin our friendship or your relationship with Kate, so–”

Dieter holds up both his hands, shaking his head wildly back and forth. “Wait, wait, wait. What the hell does Kate have to do with any of this?”

“A whole lot,” you answer, a smidge grumpier than you intend to sound. “Considering she’s your girlfriend or fuckbuddy or whatever.”

He stares at you, eyebrows knitting together in confusion, or shock maybe, it’s hard to tell in the dark, and then he bursts into laughter. Loud and buoyant and coming from deep within his stomach. It’s the kind of infectious laughter that should make you want to start laughing too, except it’s hard to find it funny when you’re the punchline. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you flap an irritated hand at him, “glad I amuse you so much, Chuckles.”

Dieter, sensing your souring mood, attempts to control his breathing again, wiping away mirthful tears out of the corners of his eyes, but his smile remains stretched wide like an unhinged clown’s.

“Kate’s my personal trainer,” he says at last.

And that’s…not at all what you’d been expecting to hear.

“She’s what?”

“She’s an AI, technically,” he explains, finally schooling his expression into a serious one. Well, serious for Dieter, at least. “Out of all the options Mirror Gym offered, I liked her best.”

Kate’s my motivation. She changes me, makes me better.

“Mirror Gym?” For a second time, your brain is malfunctioning, unable to comprehend what your ears are hearing.  And as the cogs struggle to turn, something in the back of your mind clicks into place, reminding you of the floor mirror in Dieter’s living room you’d always thought was strange. 

Nobody else challenges me like she does. That's why I stick with her.

Dieter nods, oblivious to your inner kerfuffle, though he seems a little self-conscious, smoothing a hand over the front of his shirt, over his stomach. “Yeah, I’m…you know, not as fit as I used to be and working out in public, being around so many people is…” He rubs at the back of his neck now, a dusting of red on his cheeks and tips of his ears. “I just like staying home instead.”

And never in a million years would you have suspected Dieter Bravo, renowned for parading around shamelessly in a bathrobe and boxers, to be insecure about his body. But then again, almost all those times he’s been high or drunk, mind too preoccupied to let any insecurities take root. 

You’re struck with the near overwhelming urge to wrap your arms around him, to tell him he’s beautiful just as he is. But you force yourself to resist it, knowing this conversation is far from over.

“So,” you lick your lips, forcing your brain to reboot and dig up a buried memory you swore never to think about again. “When I came over with the mugs, you were just exercising?”

“Usually I work out in the mornings, but I overslept that day,” he says, face turning even redder. You barely stifle the quiet coo of awe building in your throat. “You caught me in the middle of a session.”

You say nothing, taking a moment to absorb the truth, to let it thoroughly sink in and dissolve some of the heavy weight you’ve been carrying for so, so long. You think about all those sounds that wake you up in the mornings–the squeaking bed frame and the loud thuds and groans–and you imagine Dieter’s cluttered living room, how exercising in front of that ugly mirror would require moving stuff around to give him enough space. You’ve been such an idiot, jealous over nothing, assuming the worst.

Maybe there’s some validity to that old saying after all: when you assume something, you make an ass out of you and me.

“Is that why you slapped me at the party?” Dieter asks, seeming to have a lightbulb moment. “Because you thought I was cheating on my non-girlfriend?”

You uncross your arms, subconsciously playing with your fingers instead, linking and unlinking them. “Partly, yes.”

“What was the other part?”

“Honestly? It hurt too much,” you confess, grimacing at the way your voice wobbles. “Hearing you say we’d be good together but knowing we couldn’t be because our marks didn’t match. Or I thought they didn’t, at least.” You shake your head, wondering, “Why do you even have a tattoo that looks so similar to your soulmark? Is it to be funny or something?”

Dieter doesn’t answer right away, just silently watches you for a few seconds before once again turning his gaze to his tattoo, running a fingertip over the lines. “Actually, it was my brother’s soulmark. We were twins, Gio and I,” he says, eyes darkening with grief and your stomach bottoms out. “He died before he got to meet his soulmate. I got this tattoo so that if I ever bumped into them, if they ever recognized the mark they used to have before death erased it, then I could tell them about him.”

“Oh, Dieter…” You breathe in a sharp breath through your nose, helpless to stop the tears brimming in your eyes. Just when you think you can’t love this man more…

Reaching out a tentative hand, ready to retreat if your touch is undesired, you slowly wrap your fingers around his wrist. A spark runs up your arm, bringing small grins to both of your faces.

“We’ve both been such idiots,” you say, shaking your head as you think back over all the unnecessary heartache and drama of the last three months. “God, I thought O’Malley and Georgette had relationship issues, but we’re like the poster children for miscommunication.”

It’s a genuine miracle that this moment is even happening. Then again, fate always has a stubborn way of working itself out in the end.

“I meant it,” Dieter murmurs, so low you almost miss it, and he twists his wrist in your grip, reminiscent of your first meeting, until his fingers can ghost over your soulmark. “What I said at the party. We’d be so good together, Pidge. We are good together.”

One last hook of insecurity remains deeply sunken into your heart, stubbornly refusing to disappear, not until you know for sure. “You really want me? You don’t wish you matched with somebody else?”

“You’re my Lady,” he answers without hesitation, hands coming up to cup your face, thumbs gently wiping away the few fallen teardrops sliding down your cheeks. When he steps closer, it feels like time has stopped. It feels right. As if there’s nowhere else on earth you two are supposed to be except here with each other. And that love you’d felt when you discovered the bond, it’s coming back tenfold, wrapping around you like a security blanket until it’s all you can feel, all you know. “You’re the only one I could ever be happy with.”

Your lips curl into an impish smile, grabbing fistfuls of his t-shirt and pulling him even closer, noses brushing and breaths intermingling. “So what you’re saying is those mugs were a great purchase.”

“The best,” he agrees, and then he’s closing the distance, sealing your mouth with his in a deep, bruising kiss. Your knees nearly buckle from the intensity, but once again his arm is quick to wrap around your waist, pulling you tighter against him, the warmth of his body setting your soul on fire.

You finally, finally submit to the selfish urge to grab Dieter’s hair, fingers sinking into his luscious curls, and their softness is everything you dreamed they would be. Dieter moans into your mouth, low and pleased, and fuck if that doesn’t send another flood of heat through your body from head to toe. 

“You make me happy, too. Even when you steal my food and wear ugly socks with your even uglier crocs,” you tell him, pulling back to catch your breath. He stays close, pressing his lips against your cheek and jawline, making up for the time spent apart. Heaven, you think, unable to stop smiling, heart so full with affection it almost hurts. This must be heaven. 

“You know what would make this night perfect?” Dieter says suddenly, leaning back. His lips twitch like he’s resisting a smile and your eyes narrow suspiciously.

“What?”

“Spaghetti.”

It takes a second for the reference to click, and then laughter bubbles out of your throat, lovesick and jubilant, and you can’t resist pulling him back in for another kiss. Then another and another. You hope with every touch and caress, every breathless gasp and moan, and every press of your lips against his that he hears your unspoken declaration: I love you, I love you, I love you, my Tramp. 

My Dieter. 

And later on, when you're both tangled in your bedsheets, legs intertwined while his arms hold you against his bare chest, he’ll press his lips reverently against your soulmark over and over again, hoping you hear his unvoiced reply: I love you, I love you, I love you, my Lady. 

My Pidge.

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[jrob64]

I Loved You First - a Daddy Charming birthday fic for @kmomof4

As many of us in the CS fandom know, Krystal is the best cheerleader, encourager and flailer for our Captain Swan stories. However, she also loves the relationship between Emma and Charming, so I've written a Daddy Charming birthday story for her. l wish you the happiest of birthdays (a day early), my dear friend! Love you!

Special thanks to @cs-rylie and @snowbellewells for checking this story over and leaving lots of lovely comments and suggestions!

STORY SUMMARY: Emma and her father share some special sentiments with each other before he walks her down the aisle to marry her True Love. A canon compliant missing moment for 6X20, just prior to Emma and Killian's wedding.

RATING: G

WORDS: 1083

ALSO POSTED TO A03 and ffn

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David Nolan paced in the hallway outside the room where Mary Margaret was helping Emma get ready for her wedding. He could hardly believe he would be giving his daughter away in just a few minutes, and to a pirate, no less.

He remembered in Neverland when he said he would see to it that Hook would never get Emma. David wasn’t too prideful to admit he’d been wrong. Nobody can stand in the way of True Love, after all - he and Snow were proof of that.

And now that pirate, whom he’d tried so hard to hate, was his soon-to-be son-in-law…and his best friend. While Killian was earning Emma’s heart, he was also earning her father’s trust and friendship. So much so that Emma and Mary Margaret teasingly accused them of having a ‘bromance’.

The door opened and Mary Margaret emerged, brushing joyful tears from her cheeks. “She’s ready, David, and she looks absolutely beautiful!”

David pulled his wife into his arms, murmuring, “So do you, Sweetheart.”

She hiccuped a laugh. “You’re only supposed to notice the bride on her wedding day, not her mother.”

He leaned back, giving her one of his trademark smiles. “There will never be a day when I don’t admire your beauty.”

“I knew I called you ‘Charming’ for a reason,” she beamed. After kissing him soundly, she wiped his lips clean of the lipstick she’d left behind and said, “Now, go see your daughter before it’s time for us to walk her down the aisle.”

David straightened his tie and buttoned his jacket, then gently rapped his knuckles on the door. “Emma? May I come in?”

“Sure, Dad,” came her reply.

He turned the knob and slowly opened the door, peeking around the edge of it. His breath hitched when he caught a glimpse of his daughter. She was truly a vision in her wedding gown and veil, causing him to blink back tears of his own. “Oh, Emma,” he breathed.

“How do I look?” she asked nervously, twirling in a circle.

“You look…perfect,” he managed to choke past the lump in his throat.

Her cheeks flushed at his praise and she looked down at herself, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles in her gown. “Do you really think so?”

“I do,” he assured her.

“Hey, I think that’s my line today,” she giggled.

David laughed and stepped forward to take both of her hands in his. “Any second thoughts?”

“None,” she said confidently. “Besides, if I don’t marry Killian, you might just snap him up.”

“Very funny,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her. Then his expression sobered. “I know you’ve had a lot on your mind the last few weeks, but I want you to put everything aside today and just enjoy your wedding.”

“I’ll try.”

“I’ve thought about this day ever since we found out we were having a daughter. I was sure no one would ever be good enough for you, but Hoo-, um, Killian has proven himself time and time again. I suppose if I have to give your hand in marriage, it couldn’t be to a more worthy man.”

“You didn’t always think that.”

“I know, but I was, well…I was wrong.”

“I’m sure Killian would be very satisfied to hear you say that,” she quipped.

“Of course he would,” David sighed. “But enough about Hook. What about you? How are you feeling?”

Emma’s face took on a serene look. “I’m happy, Dad. Really, really happy.” She swung their still-clasped hands back and forth.

“Happiness looks good on you,” he replied, letting go with one hand and using the other to spin her around. Then he pulled her back toward him, putting his free hand on her waist as hers moved to his shoulder.

They slowly danced in a small circle around the room to music only they could hear. “We missed out on so much of your life, Emma. I’m very glad we didn’t miss out on watching you fall in love and marry the man who won your heart.”

“I know we lost a lot of time with each other, but let’s not talk about regrets today, Dad. We’re together now, along with Henry and everyone else in town. I have more family and friends here than I ever dreamed was possible. And I’m marrying a man who has been at my side without fail, even when I didn’t really want him to be.”

David chuckled. “He has proven himself to be persistent, that’s for sure.”

Their swaying came to a stop as Emma looked up into her father’s face. “You and Killian are such good examples for Henry. He’s lucky to have both of you in his life, and so am I.”

They heard the wedding music beginning to play, and David checked his watch. “I guess it’s about that time. Will you allow me to get a little sentimental before we leave this room?”

“Just don’t cause me to smudge my makeup.”

“I’ll try not to,” he promised, then took a deep breath. “Emma, from the moment your mother and I found out we would be having a baby, I wondered what our child - what you - might grow up to be like. Nothing I imagined even came close to the person you are - strong, smart, determined, brave, and so very, very beautiful. You’ve defeated dragons, ice monsters, witches, the darkness and Hades himself; yet you’re one of the most loving, generous, and kind-hearted people I’ve ever known. To say I’m proud of you doesn’t do justice to my true feelings. I love you, Emma, and I’m blessed beyond measure to be your father.”

A tear spilled over her lower lashes, and David dug into his pants pocket to retrieve a white handkerchief. After dabbing the wetness away, he tucked it back in his pocket, kissed her forehead, then pulled her into a hug, cupping the back of her head, as usual.

“I love you, too, Dad,” she whispered in his ear.

They stayed that way for several moments, until they heard a tap on the door. Mary Margaret stuck her head in, whispering reverently, “It’s time.”

David nodded and stepped back, gripping Emma’s upper arms as he looked into her eyes. “Ready, Princess?”

“Yes,” she replied firmly.

“Alright, then,” he said, “but just remember this - Killian loves you now, but I loved you first. You’ll always be your daddy’s little girl.”

“I’ll remember,” she said, a soft smile on her lips.

“Good. Now, let’s go get you married.”

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Please join me in wishing Krystal a very, very happy birthday!

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#ouat fanfiction #a birthday story for kmomof4 #happy birthday Krystal! #daddy charming #I loved you first #jrob64 #art by jrob64 #canon compliant #missing moment for 6x20 #the cs wedding episode

[ragingstillness]

Finally getting around to watching CM:E

Thoughts thus far:

Rossi is sad and I remain pissed that they killed Krystal for no reason

Grey!Em is still my favorite thing

Happy to hear some swearing, the original show needed more of it

Let Rossi say fuck 2k24

“Remote Garcias” “we’re not gonna learn their names” lol Luke stays savage

“Anglophile baking club” oh come on Garcia. We all saw how shockingly queer everyone at that party is. It’s a kiki, plain and simple

Weren’t Luke and Garcia going to go on a date? Oh it’s been three years

“Take your carbs and exit sir” I love Garcia so much

“Hoo-ha” lol, burn Goop to the ground

“Korean drama” it’s a BTS anti unsub

Garcia straight up flapping I love her so much

Damn the writers for this Krystal flashback

Emily is gonna eat this Deputy Director alive

Oh thank fuck at least the rest of Dave’s family is alive

The Galvez cheek kiss *eeeee*

That little head kiss, Rossi’s such a dad/grandad

Damn Sicarius how do you have the time to dig all these holes?

Hahahahahaha I picked up on Tara and Rebecca at the same time as Emily

Waha Tara being openly queer!!!

Paget is like a proud mama that someone in the BAU finally gets to be queer

Dang this cashier girl is like literally saying exactly what I do at work

“My floof” I relate to this girl so hard

“Jagoff!” “Fuckhead!” Get his ass Rossi

Damn this therapy talk is so accurate go Garcia

Garcia and Rossi’s friendship is my Roman Empire

Man I can’t believe Sicarius actually thought that he could control obsessional killers. Dude, they aren’t going to listen to you

Sicarius you anti-retail asshole. I will dream of smashing you in the head with an axe from the hardware store where I work

Emily and Dave walking together both with grey hair look so cool now

“Is everyone but me getting laid?” “I’m not” lol ngl I appreciate the increased sexual humor

That’s my girl Garcia! I hate what it’s gonna do to your mental health to be back but I’m happy to see you

Dude if you’re gonna be a criminal psychopath with these amazing computer skills, how are you not at least making money off of it? Like, there is zero reason for you to be poor. Normally I wouldn’t say that about anyone but dude, are you seriously providing these kill kits for free?

Wait a sec he actually /took/ the dog? He didn’t just kill it? Dickhead!

“This fucking guy” yeah Rossi, read my mind about most unsubs on this show

Rebecca and Tara’s height difference is kind of killing me in this elevator scene they’re so cute

Garcia are you wearing Rocky Horror earrings? Love that

Haha fine furry friends returns

Dang y’all is Rossi the only one allowed to say fuck? It makes him sound like a teenager that just learned all the swear words. Let Garcia say fuck 2k24

I can’t believe that it’s an actual plot line that COVID prevented serial killers from killing so they had to change it up and go online. I’m sure the writers thought it sounded cool but it just sounds silly. What, did Sicarius’ first kill kits also include PPE?

Also why are these guys so willing to kill themselves for Sicarius? They seem like devoted to the cause and frankly, so many of these guys are narcissists and we’ve just seen one defy Sicarius, why are they listening to him? Seriously? No matter what he has on them, why would they consider it more important to follow his orders than their compulsions?

“You two-faced little jerk” yeah I hope he heard that

Soon we’re gonna be seeing Emily’s daydreams about killing people, not just Sicarius’.

Seriously, the idea of Sicarius having money problems is so dumb to me. He’s been shown to have immense resources and technological capability as well as ample time to use them. There is no reason why he should be financially unstable. I get that stuff like private school is expensive but dude, DUDE, you’re running a network of serial killers! It’s not THAT expensive! I feel like this whole plot point is set up to humanize him to a degree and it isn’t working well.

God whatever props guy worked on these posts for the fake forum Sicarius is using had fun. There’s a user named George_Jungle_fkr whose post consists of “I have a waifu, too!!! She lives in the jungle. I fuck in the jungle. I kill in the jungle.” With a profile picture of George of the Jungle. No shit. Pause on that screen, it’s wild. User GetHungry1893 with a post about not judging people and a profile pic of a man with bloody hands sucking on a bone. User NotSoFast with a drag racing car profile pic and with a post titled “I’m getting more guns!” That then goes on to use the phrase “waifu” and *wink wink*. User Tiredoftheblood101 with a bloodspot clipart profile pic and use of the term “OP”, asking about how to kill his MOM (capitalization his). Also in the background a user named Anonymous1232 with the anonymous logo as their profile pic.

Wait Sicarius actually has a real job? He wasn’t just bullshitting about it so he could travel all over the country? What, is running this serial killer network like a side hustle for him? Wait wait wait and he’s going on business trips that the company is actually sending him on? Like he’s following their directives? And driving a company car? This is insane. If they’re gonna characterize Sicarius the way they have been, none of this makes sense. Side note: the guy playing Sicarius is actually a good actor and after some of the previous disappointments (Scratch and the Chameleon) it’s nice to see.

This DEI discussion between Sicarius’ daughter and the redneck neighbor was not something I expected to see in Criminal Minds.

“You fucking beta cuck” yeah pretty much what I’d expect from a guy like this. But also, hysterical to hear incel language being used in real life. Damn man, you just called his daughter a bitch? He’s gonna flay you alive! I wouldn’t provoke anyone like that, even without knowing they’re the head of a serial killer network. Anyone can snap you dumbass.

“Somebody should do something about that guy.” Oh of course she says this to the serial killer. Good lord. “I’m glad you’re not that somebody.” Oh honey yes he is lol. Or he’ll send someone from the network to do it.

Ha I just realized that I carried a case exactly like the kill kit cases when I worked for the Red Cross. Contained equally suspicious things (needles, gauze, etc), if you didn’t know what company I was working for lol.

“Those who bankrolled you” then why is he having money problems god this is so dumb! “I’m not putting a gun to my head” yeah I predicted this would happen.

More hysterical users on Sicarius’ platform: User NotSoFast at it again “I miss my family. Bad aim” User Ript4u, with a muscular torso pic talking about the fruitlessness of love, calling people lemmings, “simps,” “bitchboy,” “I will dominate,” and the delightful paragraph “These bitches think they’re got it all figured out. Walking on a cloud of happy thoughts and unicorn farts.”

Haha Garcia said fan fiction! We made it to the mainstream lol.

“Honey let it go” woman he called your daughter a bitch! I’d punch him for that!

Damn Tara you’re gonna get your gf fired

“Typical bureaucratic bullshit” yes YES the old man is out! Rossi ur a king

Is Sicarius really there in person! That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Oh wow he is what a dumbass! And so close to the bomb zone too! Did you want to get blown up too?!

Yeah bringing in domestic terror was a mistake.

“Excellent. I never wanted it in the first place” also kind of misogynistic to turn to Rossi after Emily rejected you.

“Wank-weasel” Garcia ur my spirit animal

“You’re a hedge fund manager with a badge. You have never done anything” get his ass Emily! I guess after Barnes the BAU has completely lost their patience for bureaucratic dickheads

“I just wanted you to hold my hand” they are soft gfs and I love them

About time one of the unsubs turned on Sicarius

Screw the propaganda that you can just make dogs eat people when they’ve been totally docile and relaxed their whole lives

Hey Sicarius, you remembering how annoying it is to do your own cleanup now?

Who the fuck is this guy Elias is hallucinating?

Genuinely curious how he finds time to make these custom foam inserts for the briefcases

Ok why is it taking so long to identify the victims found from Sicarius? This is set in 2022, DNA is fast and common.

Can’t believe this Tyler guy looked into Garcia enough to send her the encrypted locations but not enough to figure out she literally worked for the FBI. His anger over her handing over the info makes zero sense.

I know a lot of ppl hate Will for getting in the way of Jemily but he’s a very good husband. Patient, intelligent, cute. I like him.

“I believe you, but will Mom?” This new sibling energy between Rossi and Emily is everything. Also that burgundy blazer set is amazing on her.

I think Tyler has a little crush on Garcia. He just wants a woman who will kick his ass.

“Because of you I feel safe in our home” so cute literally so romantic I love them when they’re sweet

Only tangentially related but I’d love to see an episode where a serial killer breaks into another serial killer’s house. Like would it go “whoops my bad” or “you asshole you jacked my plan!” or would they just kill each other

Garcia’s little rant is hilarious

“I’m not a problem. I’m a delight. I’m a little dramatic but wonderful” yes you are Garcia

I almost believe the deputy director truly didn’t want to be overseeing this case. My guess, without watching the episode, is that he wants to prove he has some field experience so Emily can’t use it against him anymore. Also he might have a small crush on her and be a little afraid of Rossi. This season is full of men who like dominant women and I support that. I don’t support any sort of relationship between this man and Emily but I support the concept

“Bullshit. She broke your heart.” Welcome to working with profilers sir.

Also finally figured out what Emily’s scathing inditement of the deputy director reminded me of: it’s Hotch’s profiling of his team to defend them against Strauss

Emily’s smile when she finally got one over the deputy director, so pretty

Garcia and her ‘puter like she literally did the cat meme

Ok the orange crocs are a sin I would throw a folder at him too

Not surprised Will doesn’t have cancer but pissed they even teased us with it.

Haha Garcia is gonna make that dude keep the cat lol

Oh hey Sicarius. Nice to see you. Gonna kill a senator now?

lol Sicarius is like yeah I’m not sticking around for this freaky Oedipal shit. You can bankroll me, but I’m not into voyeurism on this

I know we’re supposed to be worried but 1) using a streaming site undercuts the tension of thinking a character will die and 2) that was the sexiest wheels up ever

Hahaha wow they didn’t even try to give us a realistic justification for Sicarius taking off his shirt

#cm #cme #cm:e #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Girls' Trip Fairy Tale Ending--Chapter 5 of 6

Summary:  This is my combined birthday gift for Joni (  @jrob64​  ), Marta ( @snowbellewells ) and Krystal ( @kmomof4 ).  Happy birthday ladies! Four fandom friends are nearing the end of their annual girls’ trip when they’re suddenly visited by Isaac, the author before Henry.  He gives them an each a gift–an opportunity to jump into any scene in the storybook they want and fix it.  Large focus on CS, although other characters and relationships will be explored.  A big shoutout to @hollyethecurious​ and @winterbaby89 for betaing!

Word Count: 2420

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Other chapters:  (1) (2) (3) (4)

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Jen didn’t know what she expected transportation via storybook to be like, but she was delighted to discover it was something like entering a snowglobe.  Snowflakes swirled around her, and she watched with delight as they landed on her arms, her shoulders, the ends of her hair.  Each one was different, but each was thoroughly exquisite in its own way.  She knew that most people didn’t get her love of winter and snow but it was beautiful and fascinating, and she would go on loving it despite what anyone else might say.

So engrossed was Jen in the snow swirling around her, that she barely noticed moving from her place in the cabin until the air cleared and she found herself just inside the Charming’s flat.  Her eyes fell first on the tremendous, festively decorated Christmas tree in the sitting area and then the simpler evergreen wreath hanging on the inside of the door.

So it was Christmastime in her version of events?  Well, why not?  Wasn’t Christmas the time for magic?  And she would need some heavy duty, industrial strength magic to fix the mess Isaac had made of the latter part of season 6.

“So Hook….he killed my father?  Okay, that’s a little tough to process.” she heard David say from the kitchen area, and suddenly she knew just exactly where they were in the story.  She hung back for a moment, trying to figure out just the right time and the right way to intervene.

“I was hoping I didn’t have to tell you,” Emma said, sounding defeated from her perch on the breakfast bar.

“Where the hell is Hook anyway?” David asked, aggressively pacing the kitchen. “He didn’t have the guts to come tell me himself?”

If anything, Emma looked even more dejected. “There’s more.  Hook, he … he left town.”

“What?” David exclaimed, finally coming to a stop and staring at his daughter in disbelief. 

“We had a big fight about him hiding this, and I told him if he wasn’t ready to trust me that, that we shouldn’t talk for a while,” Emma said, “so I guess he wasn’t ready, because Leroy saw him on the docks, and he got on the Nautilus and just…sailed away.”

At this, Jen found herself shaking her head, hurrying forward to intervene.

“Emma,” she said gently, “are you sure?  Are you absolutely SURE that’s what happened?”

Emma looked up, anger and pain written all over her face.  She spread her hands wide.  “He’s not here, is he?  What am I supposed to think?”

“I know how hurt you are by all that happened,” Jen said, “but hasn’t he shown you yet that you don’t need to put up your walls to protect yourself from him?  Hasn’t he proven how much he loves you?”

“Not enough to keep from hiding things from me,” she muttered.

“Kind of like how you hid the truth about the shears and your destiny as savior from him?” Jen asked, being careful to keep any hint of accusation from her tone.

“That’s….that’s different!” Emma spluttered, jumping from the counter and striding purposely toward the coat rack.  “I’ve gotta get to the station. Look, whatever you or I or anyone else might think of him, the facts are the facts, and the fact is that Leroy saw him leave me.  End of discussion.”

As though to punctuate her sentence, she stepped out the door and slammed it behind her.  The Christmas wreath on the door fell to the floor with the violence of the action.  David moved forward to replace the decoration on its perch.

“You know I’m right, don’t you David?” Jen asked.  

He didn’t look at her, instead taking long moments to adjust the wreath just so on the door.  Finally he turned back to face her.  “She’s my daughter, Jen, and she’s hurting, and he’s the cause of it, whatever led to it.  My focus has to be on helping her heal”

“But if things aren’t exactly the way they look…if maybe this is the work of a villain or something,” Jen said, “wouldn’t the ideal way to help her be to figure out the truth?  And you know Killian.  You know how much he loves Emma.  Doesn’t he deserve the benefit of the doubt?”

David frowned, and Jen could tell her words struck a chord in him.  “I suppose you’re right.”

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With another delightful swirl of snow, Jen found herself transported to the sheriff’s station where David and Emma were discussing digitizing files and the merits of busywork to help dull the pain. She decided to hang back in the shadows, watching to see how this scene played out.

“I’ve got just the thing to mend a broken heart,” Regina said happily, brushing snow off of her coat as she breezed into the station and held up a small piece of paper rolled into a scroll.

Emma eyed it warily. “Whatever spell that is, I don’t want it.  I’m seriously not in the mood for magic.”

“Who said anything about magic?” Regina said unfurling the scroll which was covered in so many images of the season, it looked like Christmas had thrown up all over it.  “It’s a two for one drink coupon for that new club, Aesop’s Tables.  Seems they’re having a big Christmas sale.  It’d be a shame to waste it!”

David stepped up, looking at the coupon and shaking his head. “Really?  You think half priced liquor is the way to go.”

“I certainly do,” Regina said.  “We need a ladies night out, me, Emma and Snow.  We go early enough, we can get back in time for Christmas eve with the family.”

Emma looked unimpressed at the suggestion.  “Remember she’s in a sleeping curse?  She’s at home. Asleep.”

“Well, she doesn’t have to be asleep,” Regina said with a meaningful look at David.

“Oh come on!  I just woke up!” he said.  Regina gave him a look, and he rolled his eyes.  “I guess she doesn’t have to be asleep.”

Emma got to her feet, clearly in no mood for any of this. “I can’t. I’m about to go on patrol, and shouldn’t you be trying to break that curse?”

Regina blew out an exasperated breath. “Well, I’m working on it, but I could use a break.  We all could.  I know you’re hurting, and I know you’re trying to hide it because, well, you’re Emma, but you can’t just run from this.”

Emma gave her a hard look.  “I didn’t run.  Hook ran, so, there’s nothing more to say.”  She placed the last file on the pile in front of her with rather more force than strictly necessary, and then headed toward the door.  It was abundantly clear that she was running from the conversation as much as she was heading out on rounds.

“You know,” David said speculatively as she walked out, “I’ve been thinking.”

Regina snorted, “a dangerous pastime.”

He glared at her and then went back to the topic at hand. “I’m not sure it’s true.  I’m not sure Hook really DID run,” he finished.

“Well he’s not here, is he?” she asked, gesturing around the office to make her point. “Seems your daughter has some reason to think he skipped town.”

“Leroy,” David said.

“I beg your pardon?” Regina said.

“Leroy’s her reason,” David said.  “He apparently saw Hook on the docks, told Emma something about Hook getting on the Nautilus and sailing away.”

Regina tutted derisively.  “Leroy?  Emma’s just going on the word of that gossip girl?”

David shrugged.  “You know how hard it is for Emma to trust, how closely she guards her heart.  She’s hurting, but you and I both know Hook.  That man isn’t capable of loving by half measures.  It doesn’t make sense that he’d decide he doesn’t trust her and just….cut his losses and skip town.”

Jen nodded in satisfaction.  That’s the David she knew, rather than the clueless one Isaac wrote, the one who was ready to believe the worst of Killian at the slightest provocation.

“I guess you have a point there,” Regina conceded, “and we do have a psychopath running around trying to separate Emma from all her sources of support.  I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe it’s time to give the pirate the benefit of the doubt.”

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With another swirl of snow, Jen found herself in the sitting room of Emma’s house.  She smiled as she saw the tall Christmas tree in the corner, bedecked with lights and garland and all manner of  hook, swan, storybook and Disney character ornaments.

The smile slid from her face as she spied Emma and Henry sitting together at opposite ends of the sofa.  Henry played on his phone, earbuds in place while Emma slowly, gently placed Hook’s possessions in his chest. She hesitated as she reached Liam’s ring hanging from its chain.  She held it close, looking down at it, the tears coming to her eyes in spite of herself.

Beside her, Henry seemed to notice her distress.  He pulled the earbuds from his ears.  “Mom, you okay?”

Emma took a deep breath and decisively placed the ring in the trunk and closed the lid.  “Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered. “I have to be,” she added under her breath.  “Henry, can you take this out to the shed later?”

Henry nodded.  “Yeah, whatever you want.”

That was it?  That was all Henry had to say on the matter?  Clearly it was time for Jen to intervene again.

“Take a moment to think about this Emma, Henry,” Jen said.  “Look at what’s sitting before you.  Hook’s chest, filled with all his most prized possessions.  If he was going to leave you, why would he leave all of that behind?”

Jen saw a small glimmer of hope dawn in Emma’s eye, but just as quickly it disappeared.  “I don’t know, but I’ve already told you.  I have to face the facts.  Holding on to false hope only hurts worse.”

Beside her, Henry furled his brow.  “Jen’s got a point, mom,” he said, Jen nodded in satisfaction. Maybe the Truest Believer was ready to work his (metaphorical) magic once more.  “Killian spent two hundred years trying to avenge my grandma Milah.  Once he loves someone, he loves them forever.”

There was that tiny spark of hope in her eyes once more.  It lasted longer this time before it faded. “But sometimes love is not enough.  Seems that’s the case with Hook.”

“Mom, he literally went to hell for you,” Henry said.  “You two were proven True Love.  When Zeus wanted to send Killian to his ultimate reward–to the place he truly belonged–he sent him back to you.  You really think he gave all of that up over an argument?”

Emma took a moment to think this over and seemed to be on the verge of responding when there was a brisk knock on the door, and a moment later David and Regina strolled in.

“Regina…what the hell?” Emma asked, getting to her feet.

“Your Charming father and I have been talking,” Regina said, “and we’ve come to the conclusion that you’re being an idiot.”

“I’d like to point out for the record, that that is not  the conclusion I came to,” David said with an exasperated glare in the direction of his step-mother-in-law.  “I said that I thought your pain might be clouding your judgment.”

“Technicalities,” Regina said with a wave of the hand.

Emma rolled her eyes.  “As much as I’m enjoying the bickering at my expense,” she drawled, “is there a point to your visit?”

“We were thinking,” David said, stepping forward.  “How many times in this town has a villain screwed with things and made circumstances seem different than they are in order to despirit the heroes and further their plan?  How can we be sure Gideon didn’t, I don’t know, do something to make Killian leave?”

There was that hope in Emma’s eyes once more, and this time it stubbornly refused to fade.  “Do you really think that could be the case?” she asked.

“Of course!” Henry said, “and we know what Gideon’s trying to do!  He’s trying to separate Emma from all her sources of support before the final battle!  It would be just like him to get rid of Killian, her true love.”

“But…” Emma said, starting to protest once more, but far more weakly this time.

“Emma he’s your True Love, and that’s a special kind of magic,” David said, placing his hands on her arms.  “Don’t you at least owe him–and yourself–trying to figure out for sure?”

“I suppose you’re right,” Emma said, “but how?  Forget why he left.  We don’t even know where he went.”

Jen stepped up, looking at Regina.  “It’s Christmas time.  Surely there’s some sort of…I don’t know…enchanted Christmas ornament ro something that can help us out.”

“I don’t know about an ornament,” Regina said slowly, “but there is the legend of the Christmas wreath.”

“What legend is that, mom?” Henry asked.

“Well the evergreen wreath is a symbol of everlasting love, right?” Regina asked.  “You know, evergreens never shedding their green needles, the circle the symbol of that with no beginning or end, all of that?”

Emma shrugged.

“Well, apparently, at Christmastime, the wreath has a special, even greater magic,” Regina says.  “The magic of the season enhances its True Love properties, and, in short, if someone is True Love, it’s said they will be able to see their True Love in it, assuming they adorn it with something meaningful belonging to said True Love.”

“One problem,” Emma said.  “I don’t have a wreath.”

“But Grandma and Grandpa do!” Henry said excitedly.  “They made it together and it’s on their door!  That could work, couldn’t it?”

Regina groaned.  “Given how utterly sickening their True Love is, I’d say a wreath they lovingly made together might be the perfect option.”

“And as for something meaningful to Killian,” Emma said, reaching into the trunk and grasping Liam’s ring, “I’ve got the perfect thing.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” David asked with a broad smile.  “Let’s get back to the loft!”

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

“I don’t see anything,” Emma said dejectedly several minutes later.

Regina had poofed them directly to the loft, and Emma had wasted no time in draping Liam’s ring over her parents’ wreath before staring into the center of it.

“You have to believe, Emma,” Regina said, “truly believe in the strength and everlasting nature of your love.  You need to put all doubts from your mind.”

Emma took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, and then looked back through the center of the wreath.  She gasped, hearing him before she saw him.

“Emma? Emma are you there? I didn’t mean to leave. I was on my way back to you and Gideon, he sent me away.”

Slowly the picture began to emerge from within the wreath.  Killian seemed to be in some exotic place, a place in the desert.  If Emma wasn’t mistaken, he was standing beside…was that Ariel?...and he was speaking into what looked like a seashell.

“Seems he’s trying to communicate via ‘shell’ phone,” David grinned. Regina groaned and Emma shushed them both, concentrating on what she was hearing from the wreath…or shell…or whatever the hell was happening.

“I would never leave you. Emma. He wanted me out of the way, and I love you. I don’t know if you can hear me but I’m trying to get home to you, and I won’t ever stop until I do.”

Tears of relief filled Emma’s eyes and spilled down over her cheeks. “Killian?” she answered.  

Through the wreath, she saw him start and look down in wonder at the shell in his hand.  “Emma?  You’re there?”

“I’m here,” she said tearfully.  “I hear you.  I love you too!”

“I’m trying desperately to get home to you,” he said.  “Christmas is tomorrow, and I couldn’t bear to spend it without you.  Do you have any suggestions?”

Emma looked around at Regina.  “Anything more to that wreath legend?” she asked.  “Can it, like, transport someone?”

“Well,” Regina said slowly, “I suppose it’s possible, if he could find a wreath of his own and something of yours to tether them together.  Maybe the wreath could bring him home.”

“Are you there, love?” Killian asked.

“He can’t hear you?” Emma asked Regina.  

She shrugged.  “Well he’s not my True Love.”

Emma rolled her eyes before telling Killian what Regina had just conveyed to her.  It was a matter of just a moment to get everything arranged.  As luck would have it, Ariel had, among her tremendous collection of random things, a Christmas wreath, and Killian was able to tether it to Emma’s by adding her engagement ring to its boughs.

There was a flash of Christmas lights, and then he was there, back in the room with them.

Jen held her breath, knowing what was coming, thrilled at the prospect of being a witness to it.  She pulled back to give them a bit of privacy, even if she had no intention of withdrawing entirely from a scene of such great importance to her very favorite fictional couple.

“I’m sorry, Emma,” Killian said, taking her hand. “I should have told you what I did to your grandfather all those years ago, and I should never, never have even considered running away.

Jen noticed the tears in Emma’s eyes, her watery smile as she looked up at him. “It’s okay.  I didn’t exactly make it easy for you to tell me the truth.  Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She turned away, trying to pull him with her, but he held his ground.  “No,” he said, “no, there’s something I have to do before I get pushed into another portal and this time, I’m gonna do it the right way.”

Killian reached into his jacket pocket, wincing with the pain the movement caused his bruised body.  He pulled out the engagement ring and Jen noticed how brilliantly it shown in the light of the Christmas tree behind them.

“Swan,” he continued "I know that you face an uncertain future, but there’s one thing I want you to be certain of–that I will always, always be by your side.”  He sunk to one knee gazing up at her with every ounce of the love and adoration he felt for her. “So, Emma Swan, what do you say?  Will you marry me?”

While normally not nearly as exuberant as Krystal, it was only with great difficulty that Jen restrained herself from squealing.  The scene had been beautiful and romantic when she’d watched it on her TV screen–multiple times–but being there, in person–there were no words.

And then when Emma got to her knees beside him, took his face in her hands, gave him her yes and then kissed him tenderly, there was no way Jen could have held back her ecstatic sigh.

Neither Emma nor Killian, who were thoroughly engrossed with each other and cocooned in their love nor anyone else in the room heard or noticed as the snow swirled one last time to transport Jen back to the cabin.

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Mini Fanfic #1143: Nightful Turns of Events (SSBU X Star Fox)

8:45 p.m. Outside of the Smashing Movie Theaters........

Falco: (Walks Out of the Theater Along with the Others Besides Him)......What the hell did he just watch in there?

Fox: A horror movie based on Winnie the Blood....Even saying that out loud feels off-putting

Kazooie: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Everything about that movie is off-putting.

Banjo: Yeah, but at least none of his friends were in it besides him and Christopher. (Starts Shivering at the Thought) I don't think I could stomach through seeing Piglet try and kill someone.......

Kazooie: Or Rabbit. The guy's already a neat freak, imagine how that obsession will play out in a horror flick.

Falco: You think that's bad? How's a movie about Tigger pouncing on people to death just for shits and giggles?

Banjo: (Groans and Sworming in Discomfort) Did you have to come up with that idea? Tigger's one of my favorites! Next to Igor. (Grabs his Chin) Whom I don't think he has anything to work with in a horror world.

Falco: Give the team a few weeks. They'll probably make it the most mess up movie you'll ever see on the big screen.

Banjo: (Shivers a Bit in Fear) H-H-How mess up are we takin' here exactly?

Kazooie: Oh, you know, the basic elements for any twisted horror films: body possession, psychological torture, shadow manipulations. Egor's the most depressed out of the bunch so there's PLENTY for them to with in hindsight.

Fox: ('Sigh') Let's just hope, for our sake, that none of these ideas comes to life in the near future-

?????: Fox!~

Fox and the others turn to see his former Star Fox teammate, Krystal, happily waving at him.

Fox: (Smiles Back at Blue as He Makes his Way Over to Her) Krystal, hey! It's been a while. How's it going?

Krystal: As well as it always been thankful. How about me you? (Smirks a Bit Seductively) You're looking dashing than usual this evening~

Fox: (Smiles Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth and Blushing) O-Oh, you think so?~ (Looks Down at the Clothes He's Wearing) I'm only wearing blue jeans and a jacket. Nothing really special in hindsight.

Banjo: (Whispers into Falco's Ear) So that's the former teammate you told us about?

Falco: (Simply Nodded as He Watches Fox and Krystal Interacting with One Another) Yep. That's definitely Krystal alright.

Kazooie: I'm gonna go on a limp here and say you're not too happy to see her again, are you?

Falco: (Starts Shaking his Hand From Side to Side) Ehhhh....I feel more awkward about it if anything. It's been years since we last heard from her.

Banjo: (Gives Falco a Reassuring Smile) Maybe you two'll get along again if you talk some more.

Krystal: (Notices her Former Teammate Staring at her in the Distance) Falco, is that you!?

Falco: ('Sigh') Only one way to find out....(Puts on a Semi Bright Smile on his Face as He Makes his Way to his Former Teammate with Banjo and Kazooie Following Behind) 'Eyyyyy Krystal! How you been, girl?

Krystal: (Smiles Back at Falco) I've been doing good so far. Not sure if Fox told you yet or not, but I have gotten myself pretty busy now that I've been apart of Corneria's Elite Air Force.

Falco: Moving on up to the big leagues, huh?~ they ain't been working you too hard in there, have they?

Krystal: (Giggles Softly) Not exactly. The experience there has been going along smoothly for the most part. Though, I would be lying if I say things hasn't quite as cheerful without you boys around.

Falco: Yeah......(Starts Chuckling a Bit Awkwardly Before Frowning a Bit and Looking Away) Cheerful.....

Banjo: .....Uhhh (Quickly Sticks his Hand Out Towards Krystal's Point of View) M-My name is Banjo, ma'am! One of the new competitors in the Smash Bros Tournament.

Kazooie: And I'm Kazooie, the only girl who loves this honey bear enough to keep him alive for this long.

Banjo: (Gives Kazooie a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Do you always have to say that to every new people we meet?

Kazooie: (Casually Shrugs) Nothing wrong with throwing in a little honesty here and there, hun.

Banjo: Your honesty can be a real hassle at times.

Kazooie: (Lays her Head onto Banjo's Shoulder) And yet you still love me all the same~

Banjo: (Sighs in Defeat While Blushing a Bit) Yeah......I do.

Krystal: (Giggles Softly as She Shakes Banjo's Hand) It's nice to meet the both of you. I hope the tournament has been treating you well so far-

Before Krystal could finish her sentence, the sound of a slow, sinister sounding whistle managed to catch the gang's attention as they turn to see a black hooded figure standing in the background, holding two sickles in each hand.

Once the whistling ended and he begins to walk closer to the gang, the hooded figure reveals himself to be none other than Fox's longtime rival: Wolf O' Donnell.

Wolf: Buenas noches, perdedores?

Fox: (Couldn't Believe What He's Looking at Right Now) Wolf?

Krystal: What on Corneria City, are you wearing?

Kazooie: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) And since when did know how to speak Spanish?

Wolf: For some time now. Took a few Spanish classes here and there and I've been bit of a pro at it ever since. As for what I'm wearing.....(Forms a Cocky Smirk on his Face) ('Heh') Let's just say this will be a ticket for me to win the Halloween Costume Contest big time this year.

Falco: (Starts Snickering a Bit) So what? You're supposed to be some kind of hunchback wolf monster or somethin'?

Wolf: No. I'm going as Death himself.

Falco: ('Scoffs') You? Death?

Wolf: Yeah. Death. (Starts Walking Dangerously Close to Falco) And I don't mean it metaphorically or rhetorically or poetically or theoretically or in any other fancy bullshit. I am Death. Straight. UP.

Wolf silently growls at Falco until......

????: WOLFIE!!

Wolf and the others turn to see Isabelle and the other Star Wolf in their own respective costumes, standing in the mid distnce.

Isabelle: (Gives her Boyfriend a Motherly Glare Wearing a Nun Outfit) What did I say about scaring people in public?

Wolf: ('Sigh') Oh come on, Iz. I was only warming up for the contest.

Falco: By tryin' to scare the crap outta me?

Wolf: (Shrugs) Hey, all is fair in Halloween night.

Leon: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face While Wearing a Ringo Costume) No one ever says that, boy.

Wolf: (Rolls his Eyes) Yeah, well, I'm the first one who does, So there. (Suddenly Hears Krystal Giggling as He Turns to Her with a Glare) And what the hell got you laughing for, blue tail?

Krystal: Oho nothing~ (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Just relishing on the fact that the "Big Bad Star Wolf" goes by Wolfie now!~ (Continues Giggling)

Isabelle: (Smiles Brightly) I call him that on a daily basis. (Place her Hands on Both of her Cheeks While Twisting her From Side to Side in Full Glee) It makes me so happy to know that he likes it~

Wolf: (Starts Blushing) I mean.....(Shrugs) Yeah. I like any nickname you give me, babe.....(Still Hears Krystal's Giggling Before Angrily Pointing at Her) And don't get any ideas, woman! No one in town is allowed to call me except for my girlfriend!!

Isabelle: (Turns to Krystal) My name is Isabelle by the way.

Krystal: (Finally Calms Herself Down From all the Giggling) Nice....to meet you. My name is-

Panther: (Sneaks his Way Right Next to Krystal Dressed as Zorro) Krystal mi antiguo amor!

Krystal: (Forms a Deadpinned Look on her Face as She Begins to Sigh) Just Krystal is fine, Panther.

Panther: Yes, yes, but given our past, memorable history together, I believe it's fairly appropriate to call you as such. That being said.....(Forms a bit of a Flirtatious Smirk on his Face) You look more refined as you've always been these days~

Krystal: (Rolls her Eyes in Annoyance) And you are just as full of yourself as you've always been.......

Panther: (Chuckles Lightly) Oh come now, I wouldn't say I'm THAT full of myself. I just feel like my skills and overall beauty outweighs any bland simpleton in this place, not including Star Wolf of course.

Kazooie: (Rolls her Eyes as Well) And you wonder why you two aren't together anymore.

Falco: Narcissism at it's finest.

Panther: (Turns to The Bird Duo) Better a narcissist than being feather filled bird brains such as yourselves, 24/7.

Falco/Kazooie: (Comically Glares at Panther) What was that!?

Leon: ('Sigh') As much as I would love stay out here and chat, I believe we still have a contest to enter.

Wolf: Right, right. Already wasted enough time as it is. Panther! (Starts Walking Away Along with Leon) Quit your flirting and let's go already!

Panther: ('Sigh') Coming, boss. (Turns Back to Krystal One Last Time) Be see you~ (Winks at Krystal Before Taking his Leave)

Krystal: Hopefully never.....

Isabelle: It's so nice to meet you, Krystal, and I'll be sure make Panther doesn't bother you too much the next time we do meet again.

Krystal: (Smiles Sheepishly) Y-You don't have to do that for my sake, Isabelle. I appericate it very much though.

Isabelle: (Smiles Back at Krystal) No problem. I'm always willing to help out a new friend in need. (Picks her Dress Up a Little Before Sprinting to Star Wolf and Waving Goodbye) Have a goodnight, everyone!~

Wolf: Have fun with your little date night tonight, Foxy.

Fox: ('Sigh') I'm not dating anyone, Wolf. (Comically Glares at Wolf) And don't call me by that in public!

Wolf: Could've fool me. And if I have to suffer with my nickname being revealed tonight, so does you. (Looks Back at his Arch Nemesis with an Evil, Cocky Grin on his Face While Walking) Foxy boy. (Let's Out an Evil Chuckle)

Fox: (Groans in Annoyance as He Pinches the Bridge of his Nose) I swear, I don't know how I'm able to put up with him all day......(Hears Krystal Giggling Before Turning Back to Her) And what got you laughing right now?

Krystal: I'm sorry~ It just......You actually go by "Foxy" now?~

Fox: Only by a select few of people and i hated it ever since.

Krystal: Well, If you want my input....(Smiles Softly) I believe it suits you quite well.

Fox: (Starts Blushing Again) Oh. I uh....glad you....like it, Krystal.

Banjo: I think it suits you quite well too.

Fox: ('Sigh') Much appericated, Banjo.

Kazooie: (Snickers a Bit) Yeah. For a dork.

Falco: (Starts Smirking Teasingly) I think Einstein suits him way better if ya ask me.

Fox; ANYWAYS! What brings you here tonight, Krystal if you don't mind me asking.

Krystal: I'm just having a nightly scroll around the town given I'm going to be moving here real soon.

Fox: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Seriously?

Krystal: (Happily Nodded) It's true. I've been told by my crew mates how vibrant and expressive this place so many times that I figured I would come live here someday and see where it takes me from here. Which mean we'll have plenty of more time to catch up this time around, don'tcha think?~

Fox: Yeah....(Starts Smiling Back) T-That sounds great actually! I really hope you enjoy your stay when the time comes for you to move here.

Krystal: Thank you. Though, I must ask.

Fox: Hm?

Krystal: If any of you are not busy at the moment, would you all like to accompany me around town for a bit?

Fox: Sure, I'm down. (Turns to the Others) What about you guys?

Falco: (Shrugs) Fine by me.

Banjo: (Happily Nodded) Yeah-huh.

Kazooie: Not like we're doing anything else in the meantime.

Fox: (Turns Back to Krystal) There you have it. We're in.

Krystal: (Smiles Brightly) Spendid!~ Here's hoping tonight won't be too boring for us- (Felt her Phone Viberating in her Pants Pocket Before Taking it Out of There Sees Who's Calling Her) ('Sigh') Not. This again.....Could you excuse me for one bit. I have to take quick call. (Answers the Call) Hello?......Yes, commender, what is it? And please it isn'tan emergency this time......(Starts Walking a Bit Further Up to Continue her Call in Private)

Kazooie: So that Krystal girl's moving here, huh?

Banjo: (Smiles Brightly at Fox) Lucky you! You'll be seeing her more often for now on.

Fox: (Too Busy Staring at Krystal) Yeah.....It is great, isn't it-

Falco: You're starting to like her again, aren't you?

Fox: (Turns to Falco) Well....Yeah. I mean....We were friends back then, even more so nowadays, so-

Falco: Fox. Come on. (Turns to Fox With a Serious Look on his Face) You know exactly what I mean.

Fox: (Stares at Falco For a Few Seconds Before Sighing in Defeat) Okay, so maybe I do have a bit of crush on her as of late. And maybe I do think about what would it be like if we started dating again. But right now, I'm more focused on us starting over as friends, nothing more.

Falco: (Stares into his Best Friend's Eyes For a Few Seconds Before Letting Out a Sigh of his Own) Alright. I'll take your word for it. But ONLY if you promise me one thing.

Fox: Like what?

FaIco: Just.....be more careful this time, okay? You've been a complete wreck since the day she left the team and the last i want is for you go back to being sad and miserable, ya hear me?

Fox: Loud and clear. I promise I won't be careless this time. (Puts on a Determined Look on his Face) And I'll be damned if I let the past take control of this time around.

Falco: (Forms a Proud Smirk on his Face) That's a spirit. (Pulls Fox into a One Arm Hug) Annnd if you two ever DO get back together someday, don't be too chicken to ask you pal Falco for some love advice, will ya?

Banjo: (Smiles Brightly) Kazooie and I more than willing to help out if you want.

Kazooie: Same here. (Smirks Teasingly) And we'll make extra sure you don't go around making a fool our of yourself. Been a blushing mess all night.

Fox: (Roll His Eyes) No kidding. But no, seriously. Thanks, you guys. I really appreciate it.

Falco: Yeah, no mention. Now don't embarrass yourself this time.

Fox: (Comically Glares at Falco) I won't!

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Project Romance

Hanbin x black girl OC

Summary: In which a boy finds himself falling in love. Or where Hanbin is part of the film and photography department and he is given the assignment to document a girl named Krystal Taylor.

SMALL PREVIEW

Krystal looked into the camera. I zoomed in on her face before zooming out. "Don't you find me boring?" she asked.

"Not at all. I walk around her with the camera capturing every bit of her. "You're the most interesting person I've ever met."

She threw her head back laughing. The sun poured into her mouth and poured over her skin making her glow. I lowered my camera to watch her with my eyes. Something about the way she laughed made my heart spark and jump. And I think then, at that very moment I had fallen in love with Krystal Taylor.

A/N: I'm not going to write this story anymore but anyone is free to have it. If you do write it please tag me I would love to read it. 😭 You can also turn this into a Hanbin x fem! Black reader. Or any idol of your choice with y/n. 🙂

#kim hanbin #hanbin x black oc #ambw #college au #black authors #black female lead #black girls #kpop fanfic #woc #kpop x black reader #kpop black oc #original character #romance #fanfic #friends to lovers #kpop ambw #writing prompt #poc fanfic #black original character #b.i ikon #you can make this into a fem! black reader #kpop black reader #black yn writing prompt #stories l'll never write