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swiftsrqmantic · 5 months

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Hi! Outer Banks request here:

Could you please write a JJ Maybank smut where the reader is John B's ex? One day JJ is at a party without the pogues and he's a little bored because there nothing really interesting going on, so he goes to the only familiar face he sees: the reader.

and it's their first time seeing each other after a looong time, and idk maybe the reader has like more confidence than before so they start to drink together (just a bit not enough to get drunk) and they ended up having like giggly sex.

make-outs & mai tai’s — j.m.

summary : you, john b’s ex, happen to run into jj maybank- john b’s best friend. will a couple of mai tai’s cause you to explore your deepest and dirtiest fantasies, or will you remember that “bro-code” does exist? 18+, smut,

pairing : jj maybank x fem!kook!reader

a/n : first of all, i’m horrible at writing summaries 😭 but second and most importantly, thank you so so much for being my first request!!! and my first story!!! i can’t wait to write so much more but for now, i hope you all enjoy this story!!! reblogs are greatly appreciated :) !!

you were a kook. he was a pogue. you lived on different sides of the island, and were never supposed to be seen with one another. that was until he showed up at your job for the third time asking for your phone number.

if you were to ask anyone, they would say you and john booker routledge were absolutely inseparable from that point on. the two of you were seen around the island almost every day; going on dates, hanging out at the beach, and all that fun stuff.

that was until john b meet sarah cameron, the kook princess. they began to hang out every day, which used to be a plot to get information about the royal merchant, until they shared a passionate kiss on the ferry dock.

although you two ended on good terms, you rarely spoke, which means you didn’t speak to any of the other pogues either; at least not until tonight, where you were going to attend the annual bonfire. you sat at your vanity applying your lip gloss when you got a text from your friend.

savannah: be there in ten!

you grabbed your purse and made your way to the white jeep pulling up to your doorstep.

“ready to get shit-faced tonight?”, savannah asked rolling down the passenger side window while you rolled your eyes and opened the door. “no one is getting shit-faced tonight, especially not you”, you replied buckling your seatbelt as she stepped on the gas.

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savannah pulled up to the lot as you put your phone in your purse and squinted at the bright fire that burned ahead. “ok so before we get out, some of the girls said that john b was gonna be here”, she said unbuckling her seatbelt and turning towards you.

“okay, whatever i guess”, you said chuckling and pulling your compact out of your bag to check your makeup one final time.

“so you’re not bothered by that? because if you want to leave then we can totally leave, your call.”

“we’re not enemies, savannah. we ended things on good terms, remember?’

“okay then, let’s get our party on!”

you stepped out of the car, scoping the scene, before making your way over to your other friend, emery, by the cooler. she greeted you with a warm hug and a canned mai tai while the three of you got lost in conversation.

meanwhile, on the other side of the fire, the pogues were drinking beer out of plastic cups, looking around at their rather drunk peers.

“ok, i’m gonna be honest and just say that this is seriously lame”, jj maybank announced to the crew and took the last swig of beer out of his cup. “you didn’t have to come you know”, an annoyed kiara replied. “but he is right jb, this is pretty lousy”.

“look, sarah’s here and there’s plenty of beer to last a couple more hours, so why don’t we at least try and have a good time”, john b replied as he threw his arm around kie. jj rolled his eyes and looked towards the cooler, when he saw you holding a can, laughing and talking to some other kooks. he smirked and made his way towards you as he saw your friends running off with topper.

“care for another mai tai, m’lady”, jj asked as you turned around, shocked at the sight in front of you.

“well, well, well”, you smiled, letting a tiny laugh escape from your lips. “if it isn’t jj maybank.”

“in the flesh”, he smiled, extending his arm out to hand you another can. “i noticed you were standing alone; thought i might give you some company”.

“well please accompany me somewhere more quiet”, you said laughing and taking a sip from your new can. jj smirked and said “come on, i have somewhere we can go”.

you took his hand as you guys walked down the lot towards the beach. “so, what brings you to this party”, you asked jj. “because if i’m being totally honest, i did not expect you to be here”.

“why not?”

“i don’t know, i just…i guess i thought that things like these weren’t really your scene.”

“they’re not.”

“then why’d you stick around?” you took another sip.

“i was going to leave” he paused, “but then i saw you.” you glanced over at him and smiled lightly while taking another sip.

“so, how’ve you been? it’s been a while y’know?”

“good, why’d you ask?”

“i don’t know, i’ve just been thinking about you lately.”

“aww, i’ve been on your mind, cupcake?”

you smiled and took another sip of your mai tai. “maybe just a little.”

jj laughed to himself as your feet hit the sand. “just a bit further”. you eventually found a nice spot on the sand and wobbly took a seat.

“woah there, pretty girl, don’t fall now.” you laughed, sipping your mai tai once more and looked him in his eyes. “why do you keep giving me all these nicknames?”, you ask, slurring your words and taking the last sip of your drink.

“do you want me to stop?”

“you could do anything you wanted to me and i would never ask you to stop,” you said with a chuckle as you moved a little closer to him.

“well someone’s feeling a little confident tonight, aren’t you?”

“oh c’mon j, somewhere deep down, i know you know i’ve always had a little thing for you.” and whether it was the mai tais or not, you know what they say: drunk words are sober thoughts. and with that being said, jj swiftly put his hand to your cheek, and pushed your hair behind your ear.

“did you really mean that?,” he caressed your cheek as you leaned in closer to him. “when you said i could do anything i wanted, and you would never ask me to stop?”.

“well we’re here now, aren’t we?”

jj stared at you, and as he opened his mouth to say something, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. while he was surprised, he moved both of his hands to your hips and kissed you deeper. both of you continued to deepen the kiss as jj took the reigns and laid you down on the sand.

“wait, wait, wait,” you said as jj kept kissing your neck. “what if john b finds out?” jj raised his head and thought for a second, that swift thought followed by: “well that’s not really his problem now, is it?”

“i guess not, pretty boy,” you pulled him down to you buy his collar as you continued kissing each other, more hunger and passion followed by each kiss. you unbuttoned his shirt while he started taking off your shirt. “lift your hips for me, baby,” jj asked, unbuttoning your shorts to follow. if you weren’t already drooling at sight of him, you were positive you were now. you tried to hold back your moans as he swiftly pulled your shorts and panties down your legs, but with how close the two of you were, jj was sure to pick up on every last sound you made.

“oh no, cupcake, don’t hold back now. i want to hear all your pretty sounds,” he kissed a trail down your body as he buried his head in between your thighs. you moaned and tugged his hair as he kissed your heat and licked up and down your sweet spot. your body began to convulse as you felt yourself reaching your release.

“j- fuck, i’m almost there,” you moaned out, not caring about your volume as your back arched in immense pleasure. “let go for me, sweet thing.” your breath hitched as you sucked in a sharp breath, allowing your eyes to roll back in pleasure, finally reaching your climax. you steadied your breathing while jj kissed his way back up to your mouth.

“that was…amazing,” you spoke, regaining your breath. “oh, we’re not done yet, baby girl,” jj replied with a shit-eating grin. “trust me,” you said, reaching down to unbuckle his belt, “i know.” jj let out a small chuckle as he released himself from his boxers, smirking at your reaction to his length. “mmph, i want you so bad,” you moaned out as you kissed him, a string of saliva attached to your lips as you broke free from each other.

“you sure about this, cupcake?,” jj asked, caressing your cheek. you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and kissed him once more. “i’m absolutely positive, j. i need you.” without a second thought, jj slid himself inside you, both of you moaning at the sensational feeling you just shared.

“geez princess, you feel so good,” jj moaned on your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. you moaned as you gripped on to his shoulders, tapping twice to signal faster pace. as jj sped up, you could feel yourself tighten around him as he twitched inside of you.

“j, i’m close,” you whimpered as you felt him graze your g-spot, eyes rolling back at the glorious feeling.

“i know baby, me too, comin’ up right behind you,” jj replied, slurring his words. he sped up a bit more, making him more and more irresistible to you. your nails scratched down his back as you tried to utter out the words “i’m coming”, but instead were muffled by your pleasurous moans. jj pushed deeper inside you, following close behind. you two shared a breathy kiss while jj started to kiss down your neck, helping you get cleaned up. once the two of you regained composure, you sat up and watched the waves.

“that was… truly something,” you said sighing. jj looked over at you and chuckled, saying “trust me, i know.” you and jj watched the waves for a second before you both looked over to see the bonfire spot emptying.

“looks like everyone’s heading out,” you mentioned, while checking your phone to see two text messages from savannah. “shit, my friends are about to leave, i should probably go”.

“me too, me and the gang have an early surf sesh tomorrow,” jj mentioned while he stood up, extending his hand for you to grab as he pulled you off the sand. you two held hands and walked towards the bonfire, but you stopped him before you got to close to the crowd.

“hey thank you for tonight, i had a lot of fun,” you said swinging your interlocked hands back and forth as jj spotted his friends near the parking lot. you looked down as your feet as you said “it was nice getting to see you again. i probably won’t for a while.” jj laughed as he let go of your hand and grabbed your waist tightly, pulling you towards him. you choked on a breath as you abruptly placed your hands on his shoulders for support, looking deep into his eyes as he caressed your cheek. “you’re a very funny girl, you know that?”, jj questioned as your eyebrows tilted in confusion.

“you think after tonight i’m just gonna let you run off with some other guy?” you tried to tell him off but stuttered as he forced deeper eye contact between you two. “you’re mine now, cupcake. and if i have to see you every single day to remind you, best believe you’ll be seeing a lot of me.” you smirked as jj pulled you in for the last kiss of the night. “you have a good night,” he winked as he walked off towards his friends. you exhaled as you spun on your heels, walking to go find your friends.

little did you know that tonight would be the night you became jj’s girl. forever.

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pochunts · 1 year

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ro-presents-jenniferjareaushorts · 8 months

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REQUESTED

jennifer jareau x black!femme!reader

includes derek and savannah morgan, emily prentiss, luke alvez, tara lewis, emily prentiss, matt simmons, penelope garcia and spencer reid. no mentions of rossi or the others. mentions will.

After two years of dating JJ, mostly behind closed doors, you finally meet JJ's friends.

Basic fluff

Unspecified age gap, but reader is an adult. Reader is related to Savannah. Mentions of divorce. Mentions of coming out. Nondescript mentions of sexual conduct. Mentions of drunkenness. Hints at past-Jemily. No use of Y/N.

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not really sure how i feel about this. sorry. it's not my favorite thing, and can't say im super proud of it tbh. but, it kind of helped my rut.

JJ found herself tinkering with the watch on her wrist. Tonight was going to be an important night. You were finally meeting the team. It had been on the books for weeks, and it had taken months for you to have been able to mention it with her eyes nearing jumping out of their sockets. They were her family, after all. And, you? You were special. She wasn't sure what she was worried most about, them not liking you or you not liking them.

She sighs, pushing herself off the frame of the front door. You should have been out of the bathroom right now.

"Are you almost ready?"

You dropped your arms, just enough that the mascara in your hands is no longer close to your eye. She's called out to you, not even five minutes ago. Three minutes was generous, even. It was starting to get a bit, frustrating.

"Jennifer!" You call back with nothing else to really say after. You just want her to hear in your tone how tired you are of her asking. After a moment, you hear footsteps, and you huff. She steps into the bathroom, and you look up in the mirror. She's ready, and she looks good. Casual enough, jeans and teeshirt. Her make up was minimal, but she looked gorgeous, as usual. You speak up before she does, "Baby, stop bugging me. I'm getting ready, okay? We finna go to a bar, not a dinner reservation. Can you just stop rushing me?"

JJ ignores the question, zeroing in on your middle statement. "Exactly, we are going to a bar to meet them. So, what's all this? You don't have to go all out for them."

"You should know better than to think I'm getting gussied up for anyone but me." You retort, finishing up your mascara.

"You look beautiful, already," she sighs, leaning against the bathroom doorframe, "Can't you just, wrap it up? Your makeup looks about done."

You twist the cap back on your mascara and look up at her with a smile as you know what you're about to say is not going to be music to her ears. "My makeup is done. Now, I have to do my hair."

JJ groans, turning her body away from you. Her back, now, flat against the frame, she leans back against it. Eyes closed with a deep exhale, she slides down a wall. You have the most beautiful, artful head of hair ever. And, damn, if you didn't do a damn good job about making it into any masterpiece you wanted. But, God, did it take forever. She texts her team that you guys are going to be a little late, tells that they she would like them to meet you while they are at least mostly sober.

Emily reads JJ's text and sighs. She slides her phone into her back pocket, annoucing, "Beers only, for now, guys. They're going to be here a little late, and JJ wants us to be fairly sober when they get here."

Matt takes a swig of his bottle, "Did she say how long they were gonna be?"

"Uh, no, but she said her girlfriend was doing her hair," Emily answers, shrugging, "So, it shouldn't be too much longer." Derek and Savannah exchange looks before laughing. Seeing as Savannah had introduced JJ to you, she and Derek were the only ones who knew anything about you. Including how you looked, and more particularly, knew it would take a bit of time for you to do your hair. Emily squinted, as did the rest of the team, "What's so funny?"

Savannah amused, shakes her head while Derek answers through his laughter, "Nothing, I'm just saying that, if JJ wants us to be sober when they show up then we should switch to water."

The team talks amongst themselves, enjoying their night out. The first night out in a while, that they've gotten to enjoy Derek and Savannah's company. So, they make the most of it, while they wait. In fact, they were having such a good time, they had completely lost track of how long they had been waiting. The filled their drinking gap alternating between beers and water, and occassionally, ordering a round of shots. Then, the door opens, and Penelope gasps about someone so gorgeous she felt blinded. The team follows her line of sight, set directly on the door. As Savannah jumps up excitedly and moves around Derek to approach you, JJ walks in right behind you, after having just held the door for you. You grab her hand the moment she's close enough.

"Damn," Luke exhales, "JJ's girlfriend is.." He trails off, catching himself before he finds himself on the recieving end of pointed looks and the back Garcia's hand smacking his chest.

Maybe it's because he cut himself off, maybe it's because everyone's too busy staring with their jaws knocking between their ankles but neither reactions come. Instead, they just hum along while Emily lets out a quiet, "Tell me about it."

Derek laughs, "Pick your jaws up off the floor before they get here and JJ catches your eyes."

Matt is the first pull his eyes away and thus, respond. "Aw, c'mon, JJ doesn't really strike me as the possessive type."

Emily, getting flashbacks from years ago, tears her eyes away from the couple, getting this far away look in her eye as she murmurs, "Oh, yes, she is."

Matt, Luke and Tara give her a curious look as Reid, Derek and Garcia exchange looks because they know where Emily's mind went. Before Emily went to London, things between the two of them, made team nights out really uncomfortable sometimes. Even moreso, when Will was with them, confused as they were. How JJ didn't realize she was gay until two years ago will forever be something that confuses them. When they get closer, they stand in anticipation to greet the stunning couple. When they are within earshot, the group clammers over the sound of each other's voices to greet JJ, who's arm is tight on your waist because Luke still has that glazed over look in his eye when he looks at you. Dumbstruck and in love, and your body is going to pay the cost of that later.

"I'm sorry we're late," JJ says, after greeting her team back.

You smile, "It takes work to be this pretty."

"No, it doesn't," JJ argues, "You're always that beautiful."

Penelope squeals, "You guys are so cute." She locks eyes on you, pointing, "You, you are gorgeous."

You laugh, extending your hand to her, "You must be Garcia," and when she excitedly confirms, shaking your hand with a vigor you should have been expecting but was still surprised by, you introduce yourself to her. Letting go of her hand, Emily introduces herself to you and you make your way around the group. Before getting around to Derek and hugging him instead of shaking his hand.

"Oh, so you know two know each other?" Emily asks.

JJ's eyes sparkle as she bites back a laugh, looking at Derek and Savannah both, "You guys didn't tell them?"

Reid squints, "What was he supposed to tell us?"

"You were being so secretive about your relationship, I didn't say a thing." He answers.

You answer Reid, "They," pointing to Derek and Savannah, "introduced us."

"Wait," Tara asks, motioning between you and Derek and Savannah, "So, how is it that you know each other."

JJ immediately goes cherry red as you look at her, seeing if she would be willing to answer since she brought it up, and all. You laugh. She's still mildly embarrassed, certainly not ashamed, but it's still a fact that flusters her.

"She," you start, pointing to Savannah, "is my Aunt." Derek laughs as jaws drop and JJ's eyes become wide and glued to the floor. Luke and Tara start making cradle robbing jokes at JJ's expense, and you didn't think it was possible for her to become more red, but she did. You defend her, "To be fair, it took me six months of relentlessness for her to see me as the adult woman that I am, so please, hop up off my woman." And, you laugh, but you're kind of serious. You've never loved age gap jokes from the outside, and you weren't comfortable enough yet with JJ's friends for you to find them funny.

Savannah slides back into the conversation, "Okay, also, to be fair, I became an aunt rather early in life. So."

Now, they're dying to know how you two met, exactly. Which makes JJ's blush deepen because she does remember the first time she saw you. You think those six months of your effort was because she didn't see you as a woman, but it was really more because she was trying not to see you as a woman. The moment she saw you, she isn't going to say she fell in love with you, but she definitely imagined herself fucking you. In so many ways, so many positions. She imagined the way your moans and whimpers would sound in her ear, imagined how your sweat and arousal would taste on her tongue.

She had only recently truly realized she liked women; it's why she and Will separated, why he went back to New Orleans, and she hadn't even verbalized her newfound self discovery outloud to herself, much less to anyone else.

Furthermore, she had been leaning heavily on Derek and Savannah during this difficult time, as he and Savannah were helping her out with the boys. So, the very last thing she needed to be doing so imagining all the ways she could possibly having their niece screaming her name, but that's what she was doing. And, your sizing her up and giving her those flirtatious glances did her zero favors. Then, you started giving her more than suggestive glances, and she thought the devil sent you to her. So, not wanting to complicate her friendship with the Morgans, she did her best to keep a respective distance, but you made it so hard every single time she saw you. Because you'd openly wanted her just about as much as she wanted you in her mind.

Eventually, the two of you found yourself to be alone, and JJ did her best, but the chemistry was electric. After six months of trying to do the right thing, she had ended up absolutely railing you in your bedroom. And, you were caught as soon as Derek and Savannah came back home with the kids. So, as JJ blushed and blushed and avoided every eye in the room as you weren't shy about it at all, though, thankfully, you did spare them all the sweetest details.

"A go getter," Matt nodded, thinking back to when he met Kristy, lifting his beer to tip at you, "I respect it."

Emily's mind did some quick math, "Wait, is she the reason you came out?"

"Well," JJ looked at you with that lovesick twinkle in her eyes, "She certainly helped."

"I wasn't sure you would ever come out," Reid chimes in. And, everyone mutters their agreeance. If what Emily, Derek and Penelope are doing can be considered muttering.

"Aye," you speak, defensively. JJ looks slightly offended, and slightly is enough for you to say something, "Some journeys are longer and harder than others. She came out when she was ready."

"Protective, too," Tara notes, looking at JJ, "I like her." And, she's not the only one to say so.

The conversation shifts as they pry to get to know you. Penelope fires a million questions at you, and she's pushy about you answering. Apparently, she had tried to look you up, but you aren't active enough on your socials to give her much insight. She was firing questions at you a mile a minute, and you were just as honest as you needed to be. You were losing track of how many questions you'd answered in this, and sensing your tiredness, JJ slides in to your rescue.

"Penelope," She cuts her off mid question, "This isn't going to be the only time you see her," She gives that smile, the one does when things are tense. Or, when she's nervous. Or, when she's forcing herself to be polite, "Leave some mystery to her."

"Right, right," Penelope concedes, "I'm sorry. I've just waited so long to meet you, and now that I'm meeting you my excitement has not wound down because you're so stunning, and you two are stunning together, and JJ has been so happy. I've never seen JJ this happy, not ever since I've known her, and I didn't even realize she wasn't quite happy until I've seen her truly happy, and seeing her happy just makes me so happy," she leans forward, takes one of your hands in both of hers, "I am so happy that you make her so happy. Thank you for making her so happy."

Your eyes soften as her ramble comes to an end, and when you look at JJ, she's give you that puppy eyed look she only seems to fix on you. You steal a small kiss from her, and Reid averts his eyes out of respect while the rest of the table coos at the two of you like children do.

It makes you keep the kiss short. JJ rolls her eyes when she pulls away and looks back at them, but even so, there's a fondess to the action. She switches the conversation, though. Takes it to something more casual and pulls the focus away from you and y'all's relationship. Things amongst the group settle easy then. You guys have plenty of drinks and you have so much more fun than you expected. You didn't expect things to go badly, but you honestly hadn't expected to mesh with everyone so well.

By the end of the night, the only person good enough to drive is Derek, and you all find yourselves cramming up in his SUV, heading back to his place for an impromptu, drunken sleepover. With the exception of Matt, who has Kristy come and pick him up. When you back to yours and your Aunt Savannah's house, you give Reid, Tara, Luke and Penelope some blankets for them to set themselves up and pass out in the living room while you and JJ go curl up in each other's arms in your room.

"Your friends are nice," you murmur against her neck, drifting off to sleep in her arms.

JJ -- both too tired and too drunk to revel in the newly formed bond between her favorite people -- simply falls asleep right after you with a faint smile on her lips.

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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A Dangerous Game Ch 12

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, alcohol, mentions of smut.

I promise y'all I AM putting the read more's in, this hellsite is glitching still...

While Sacramento had once been on your list of travel destinations, you hadn’t wanted to be exploring the city’s streets solving a string of murders.

The upside: the team had taken down the unsub in a matter of days meaning you’d make it back home for the weekend.

The downside: the jet was being serviced and wasn’t available until late Friday morning and you were stuck another night.

Everyone had split off but with a little bit more energy left you and Morgan found the closest dive bar to the hotel with a pool table and cheap beer, alternating between who was paying. You’d just missed your third shot in a row, letting out an annoyed huff before swiping your beer off the side of the table and chugging half of it back.

“You’re off your game Wilson.” Morgan teased, easily sinking his shot, “ya pent up or something?”

“Oh I’m sorry did you already forget about the fact that you booted me in the ribs earlier today?”

“I was aiming for the unsub!”

“Well your aim sucks. And you should be picking up the entire tab tonight.” You scowled in his direction until he finally missed a shot.

“Tell me something, why’re you so grumpy? Weren’t you the one complaining about being stuck in DC? We’re in sunny California and you’re frowning. Or is this about your so called enrichment time?” He waggled his brows in your direction and you scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“I get plenty of enrichment time.” You stated, stepping up to the table to unfortunately miss yet another shot. Your words were true, it was just that this week Emily was stuck back in the office with extra administrative duties. There was no point in Vegas being a thing if she wasn’t in the field with you.

“Yeah? What’s her name?” Derek grinned.

“Your mom.”

“Very funny Wilson.” He shook his head for a laugh, “and I’m serious, you need to get out more.” Extending the pool cue he went to prod at your ribs and you let out a shriek before he sheepishly backed off with an apology, having already forgotten again.

“I get out perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, coffee with Garcia, farmers market with Prentiss, babysitting for JJ and third wheeling my dates. How many phone numbers did you get that week?”

“Nine.”

“And how many have you called?”

“One.” You half confidentially replied, hoping he would drop it.

“Savannah doesn’t count.” He chuckled and a puff of air blew through your lips as you dropped against a chair behind you. “C’mon, I know a perfectly pretty girl who’d love to go to dinner with you.”

“Oh Derek… please… no.” You eyes widened slightly, shaking your head and he chuckled, pulling out his phone and firing off a couple of texts.

“Tomorrow’s Friday, you always say all you do Friday nights is take out and tv.”

‘And Emily.’ You thought, glancing away as you tugged your lower lip into your mouth. Your moment of distraction had Derek thinking you were considering it, clapping you on the shoulder when his phone pinged.

“Perfect! Look, six thirty at Monocle!”

“Ugghh!” Groaning you pushed off the chair, grabbing his arm to drag him off to the bar, “you’re buying me tequila shots.”

Back in DC Emily was working late, which honestly she wasn’t surprised at, extra admin duty plus signing off on any paperwork from the Sacramento case the team had sent over already. Not to mention she wanted to get it all done by the end of day tomorrow, to not have to drag it into her weekend, she had plans.

Since the floor was basically empty and she was in the privacy of her own office she figured she’d get comfortable, her blazer was tossed over the back of a spare chair, her sleeves rolled up and a couple extra buttons of her shirt undone. She’d also pulled her hair up and if you asked her what was in her coffee mug she’d be lying when she told you it was coffee. With a soft sigh, she scribbled a signature onto the last page of the case papers and went to flip the file closed when a loose piece of paper from the back went rogue, shooting across her desk. Picking it up her brow furrowed, quickly reaching out to her phone, swiping up to your contact.

‘Why is there an incident report on my desk?’

It took a couple of minutes, she glanced at the time to do the quick math in her head as she tried to figure out what time it was in California and finally her phone buzzed.

‘Cause Morgan doesn’t know how to aim his kicks.’

‘Where’d he get you?’

‘Ribs.’

‘Please tell me it was your good side…’

‘Oh but that would mean luck was in my favour.’

‘You okay?’

‘EMT’s did a check, should be bruised but fine, just wanted to cover all my bases in case something flairs up.’

‘He better be sucking up.’

‘He’s currently kicking my ass at pool.’

‘Dick. Tell him he should be letting you win.’

‘He can pay my tab. I really just want to get home. It’s weird without you here.’

Her lips curved up into a grin and she felt her entire body relax at the unwritten words in your sentiment and that you were un injured enough to be out and not curled up with an ice pack. Her mind began to wander, wondering if maybe this weekend you could go out rather than do the usual take out, she’d just opened a browser on her phone to look up fancy at home date night meals, her mind still full of images of you when her ears picked up the sound of high heels approaching her office.

“Hey.” Penelope greeted and Emily glanced up, shooting her a grin, “am I interrupting?”

“No.” She shook her head, locking her phone and dropping it onto her desk, “what’re you still doing here?”

“Lost track of time going through the unsub’s hard drive and then I noticed you were still here and I knew you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, so…” She held up the bag of take out, “figured I’d order for two.”

“You’re an angel Garcia.”

“Oh I know.” With a proud smile she moved through the room while Emily cleared off her desk so she could unpack dinner. “Also I won’t tell if you won’t.” She pulled down the side of the bag to reveal a bottle of wine and Emily chuckled.

“Way ahead of you.” She gestured to her coffee cup, earning a laugh from the other woman. A comfortable small talk over took the office as they began to dig into dinner, little bits of playing catch up and almost gossiping about the team and most recent case.

“You have plans this weekend?” Penelope asked and Emily nearly groaned.

“I dunno…. I mean I’m still trying to decide between home cooked, take out or going on for dinner tomorrow. It’s not like it’s hard!”

“Well if you’re cooking, make sure you’ve got everything in your fridge already, cause you’re not gonna want to stop after work tomorrow to pick things up. I’d go take out, privacy of your own apartment but quality food you don’t have to worry about cooking and both of you can choose exactly what you want.”

“What’d you mean both? I don’t let Sergio order himself a human dinner.”

“You think I didn’t see you smiling like an idiot at your phone when I walked in? Not to mention you haven’t been in the field all week so I know the bruise on your tit isn’t from a punch.” Emily gasped, her hand shooting to clutch the sides of her shirt together, attempting to do up a button with one hand while Garcia chuckled, “and actually, now that your hair’s up I can see the fading one behind your ear. I’d place money down on the bet that there’s at least one on your inner thigh too.” She smirked and Emily blushed a deep shade because there certainly was one on her thigh, and it wasn’t exactly fading yet despite being a week old.

“Thought you weren’t a profiler.” She grumbled, finally admitting defeat and using two hands to redo the button.

“I’m not but I’m surrounded by them all the time, and because I’m not you guys have a tendency to let your guard down a little bit when it’s just little old me. So… who is she?”

Emily sighed, letting out a small groan but when she looked over at Garcia she saw her eyes full of hope and excitement, a warm smile on her cheeks. The girl loved love, and loved seeing her friends happy even more than that, she just wanted to be supporting, an ear to listen so Emily shook her head with a grin on her lips.

“Girl I met at a bar a few months back.” It wasn’t a lie, so why did she feel so flustered about the entire thing?

“You take her home that night or wait til the third date?” Penelope asked with a grin and she laughed.

“Technically we didn’t make it out of the bar…”

“Oho… you’re naughty.” She giggled over a bite of food, “so how long have you been together then?”

“Oh! We’re not— it’s not— uh… no.” She fumbled, “just sex, strictly sex.”

“Must be good then. Because you have been like, blissfully fucked recently.”

“Penelope!”

“You sure it’s just sex? That’s how all these things start off…”

“Yes.” Emily laughed, doing her best now to keep her guard up.

“How often do you two see each other?”

‘Oh only Monday to Friday nine to five not counting trips out of state, Saturday afternoons together and countless hours in the bedroom each week.’

“Once a week…” Emily strained, “dinner, drinks, you know… we usually grab take out, watch a movie or something.”

“And you like her…”

“Well obviously!” She chuckled once again, “it’s not like I’m going to let someone I hate into my apartment. And before we play twenty questions, she’s nice, sweet, gorgeous, a great cook with even better choices of take out, I’m pretty sure she’s Sergio’s favourite person—”

“Sounds like she’s your favourite person too.”

“I—” Emily bit at her thumb, if she admitted it to someone else it meant admitting it to herself and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that yet, “she could never replace you Pen.”

“While I appreciate the sentiment I highly doubt you right now Agent Prentiss.”

***

Emily had managed to duck into the break room right in time to find you on your own, rinsing out a Tupperware container from lunch.

“Hey, glad I caught you.”

“Did I miss some paperwork?”

“No.” She laughed softly, “I know it’s your turn to buy tonight but I’m stuck in a craving of either Thai or Indian, what’d you think?” Her smile faltered on her cheeks at the way your eyes widened.

“Oh fuck me…” you muttered, “I totally forgot to tell you, I can’t tonight, I’ve got a… thing, tomorrow maybe?”

“A thing?” She raised a brow and you groaned, wincing when you spoke.

“Morgan set me up on a blind date…”

“That’s his way of making up for kicking you in the ribs? Good luck.” She teased and right as you opened your mouth to reply Spencer rounded the corner, greeting both of you before turning to Emily and beginning to ramble off about a theory for a case leaving you to freely slip out of the room.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been on a date, or at least an actual date. After Skylar there had been a couple of girls here and there in Jacksonville but nothing ever stuck, nothing was ever meaningful or substantial enough to bother continuing on. You found yourself digging through your closet for almost an hour before you finally found clothes that were appropriate to wear. At the very least, Derek had given Maya your number and you’d been able to hash out the details for tonight and exchange pictures so you weren’t going in blind.

Monocle was by far fancier than what you’d expected, it was lavish, five star rating, and the prices on the menu were far beyond what you would normally be willing to pay. You couldn’t help but let out a tiny sigh, if tonight went well, if Maya seemed to be worth the effort, would you really have to be getting all dolled up for too fancy places for weeks on end? You already missed take out on Emily’s couch in sweatpants where you didn’t have to care about what you looked like, where you were completely comfortable with each other already. You knew each other’s history, flaws, favourite shows, preferred drinks, you didn’t have to sit through this boring awkward small talk over drinks. Entrée’s had been ordered, Maya had started on the appetizer while you chose to just continue to pick at the bread basket, doing your best to contribute to the conversation.

If she had asked, you would’ve lied, but you were a hundred percent profiling her right now. She was nice enough, she’d already insisted she would take care of the bill, her dress was well fitted, a high end brand, same with the jewelry, she held herself with confidence, almost too much though. She could hold a good conversation, but it was almost stale, like she was only spewing off things she knew would be impressive, things to show off with, there was no full bellied laughter, no smiles that crinkled her eyes, smirks as she teased you with a glimmer in her eye. At first you thought she was just lacking personality, and then it dawned on you.

No matter how hard she tried, she would always be lacking something.

She wasn’t Emily….

Emily thought that maybe a free Friday night would be a good thing, a nice chance to relax by herself, do some self care, have a nice meal. Instead she was reminded as soon as she got home about Garcia’s comment, there certainly wasn’t anything in the fridge she wanted. She didn’t have it in her to try and choose where to order from so she tossed a frozen ravioli into the microwave for dinner, pouring herself a hefty glass of wine. She settled at the kitchen island, blowing on the pasta in an attempt to cool it down when Sergio jumped up on the counter.

“I already fed you.” She grumbled but did give him a scratch behind the ears and he sat down on the counter, looking between her and the empty spot across from her before he let out a particularly loud meow. “What?” She laughed over a bite.

“Mrroooww.” He looked again toward your spot at the island and she huffed.

“Relax buddy, she’s not coming tonight.”

“Mow?” His head tilted.

“I know, it sucks.” She sighed once again, she knew there was a chance you’d gone on the date just to get Morgan to shut up, but something was still irking her, she was so used to having your company on Fridays. It helped the entire wind down for the week, not having to do it alone, not to mention it was your turn to pay this week.

“Meoow?” Sergio plopped down onto his side, baring his stomach as if he was demonstrating exactly why you should be there instead.

“I dunno, she’s out with someone.”

He let out an almost annoyed purr, rolling back onto his stomach as he glanced between the two sides of the island, meowing in Emily’s direction.

“Stop asking me questions I don’t know the answer to!” She mumbled, taking another bite of food.

This time Sergio got up, wandering over to her with an extra loud meow before he head butted her chin.

“Oof, jeeze bud.” She began to scratch at his head as he continued to yell “I know, I know, it’s not fair, she should be here. Friday’s are our days.”

And there it was, she had basically said it out loud.

“Fuck…” she muttered, Sergio mewling up at her once again, glancing between her and the ravioli she wasn’t eating. “You really want this? It’s disgusting…”

“Mow.” He nearly nodded and with an eye roll she slid the container in his direction.

You had your phone on the table just in case something happened, but to be polite you’d stashed it underneath your napkin. When you picked that up to wipe off your hand your eyes darted toward the screen, the only reason it was alit was the brief touch from the back of your hand, nothing was going on. Maya let out a little chuckle,

“Everything alright over there?”

“Yeah.” You mumbled, eyes still on the screen almost trying to manifest a message popping up when you realized you didn’t actually need a real message and picked up the device, “but, work…” you feigned a wince, “never ends.”

“Must be nice.”

“What?”

“Having a guaranteed get out of jail free card.” She stated with an amused grin, folding her hands under her chin.

“You’ve lost me.”

“With a job like yours, you can use it as an excuse to get out of basically anything you don’t want to be doing. You’re seeing someone, I get it.”

“No! I— that’s not, I’m just distracted tonight.”

“Because you’ve been thinking about her since you walked in the door.” She stated plainly, surveying you for a moment, “let me guess… it’s been going on for a while but you both insist it’s only casual, nothing serious, maybe even secretive. But now that you’re out with me on an actual date you’re realizing that you’re wishing it was her on this side of the table instead of me?”

You paused for a moment, your brow furrowing in her direction across the table, “I thought I was supposed to be the profiler…”

“The psychiatry degree comes in handy once in a while.” She shrugged, flagging down the server as they walked passed, asking for a couple of take out containers, “take your food to go, enjoy what’s left of your night.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” She smiled softly, “no point in wasting time, right?”

“I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Emily, completely unable to stop thinking about the fact that you were out on a date with someone else, that there was a chance you were going to spend the night with them, had decided to start deep cleaning her apartment in a feeble attempt to distract herself.

Rock music played through the apartment, a little louder than she would normally have it, trying to drown out her thoughts as she went. She’d finished the kitchen, clearing out the fridge and freezer, already having taken out a couple loads of garbage. Now that she was into the living room Sergio seemed to want to help, continually jumping up onto whatever surface she was trying to polish no matter how many times she dropped him back to the floor. Clearly she wasn’t the only one affected by your absence tonight. She sprayed the tv with Windex as Serg began to slink between the picture frames and artificial plants on the television stand, meowing and purring as he went. He reached the end, turning around to do it again and gave a little extra sway of his back leg, effectively kicking off one of the plants and sent it to the floor where it shattered.

“Sergio!” Emily yelped, scolding him again before she scooped him up to lock him in the bedroom while she cleaned it up to make sure he didn’t step in any broken ceramic.

Letting out a weary sigh she grabbed the broom and dustpan, starting to sweep up the dirt and little pieces, she was sure she was just sweeping dirt and faux leaves when something clinked against the metal dustpan and her brow furrowed. She tilted the dustpan a bit, shifting the dirt and a piece of silver buried amongst the black caught the light in the room, glinting right back at her. Her body shifted into high alert, her heart jumping in her chest as she shifted it again, metal glittering back at her and she was thoughtful enough to keep her mouth shut. Squatting down her fingers shifted through the dirt until she managed to pick it out and her suspicion was confirmed.

It was an audio bug. Someone had been in her apartment, more importantly, someone had been listening in to everything that had been going on in her apartment. Letting out an internal swear she suddenly remembered the night at Rossi’s when she’d found her window cracked open. Whoever had planted the bug had been listening in for months. She practically jumped out of her skin when her phone rang, ringtone blaring through the apartment effectively stopping the music and she dropped the bug back into the pile of dirt.

“Hello?”

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So It Goes. . . (PART I)

Summary: When Spencer sees a familiar face in a bar, he can't resist starting something new with her.

CW: Drinking, flirting, implied age gap, sexual talk, dating (Spencer Reid x Fem Reader) Smut in next part

Word Count: 4300 words

Note: Ahh!! Hope you all like this one! All comments, reblogs, tags, and likes are so so appreciated <3

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So It Goes. . .

He was definitely too old to be there.

Too old or too boring, but whatever it was Spencer knew that he’s too Spencer to be at a bar like that. Derek insisted and Spencer, despite heavy protest, was unable to resist the charms of Derek Morgan. Granted, Spencer hadn’t seen Derek in nearly three months. Between quitting the BAU and starting a tenure track position at the university, Spencer didn’t find much time for friends. It’s strange to describe Derek as a friend though. He’s more than that. Derek’s family.

“So tell me,” Derek started, drumming his fingers on the bar table top. He nursed a beer while Spencer had already ordered a third root beer. “Who are you taking home tonight?”

“Excuse me, Morgan,” Spencer said. He nearly got root beer up his nose at Derek’s insinuation, “I’m not taking anyone home. I’m not–”

“No, no, no. You need to get laid. That’s exactly what you need. It’s been what? Five months?”

“Two months,” Spencer corrected. “And Jon wasn’t... I really liked him,”

“Well minus the leaving the dirty dishes in the sink overnight,” Derek teased. He rolled his eyes, never quite understanding Spencer’s need for cleanliness in the kitchen.

“It was a gross habit from a man that I thought could do no wrong,” Spencer said. He shrugged his shoulders as he sipped his root beer. “Oh and he was married, but that’s not why I ended it with him,”

It was Derek’s turn to spit out the beer. He scrunched his nose in discomfort and Spencer handed him a paper napkin to mop up the mess.

“But that’s not why you ended things?” Derek said. He shook his head as he mopped up the spilt beer, “Damn, Reid,”

“Really? That’s all you’ve got? Damn, Reid?”

“Yeah, well. I’m not sure what to say,”

“How about we just drop the conversation entirely? I’m not bringing anyone home tonight. It’s already almost 10:30. That means we’re going to finish this round, I’ll drive you home, crash on your couch and we’ll take Hank and Stephanie for waffles for breakfast. I know Savannah needs a break from you all,”

Derek smiled. He brought his beer bottle to his lips, letting the rim rest on his bottom lip as his eyes twinkled in the low bar light. “What if they’re really hot?”

“Morgan.”

“Fine, fine. I surrender. We’ll go for waffles in the morning. And I’ll leave you alone about ending up alone with ten cats and enough books to go on that show about hoarders,” Derek continued.

Spencer nodded his head. He’s certainly thankful for the switch in subjects. Even though he played the breakup with Jonathan as something that didn’t bother him, it really did. He did hate the dirty dishes, but dirty dishes meant that he wasn’t alone. He’ll take those dishes with red sauce stains and kitchen drawers filled with hot sauce packets from the Thai place, if it meant that he got the privilege of sharing his life with someone else.

Well, there’s always Penelope and Luke in California. He could just get a job at some beach town university, and live out his life as a perpetual third wheel. If anything, at least he found himself a backup plan.

Derek, despite his best efforts at finding Spencer someone to go home with, neglected to bring up Spencer’s lack of love life for the rest of the night. He showed Spencer pictures of Hank and Stephanie at the park, at Hank’s tee-ball games, and Stephine’s handmade paintings. Derek Morgan, certified ladies’ man, had happily transformed himself into a proud father. Spencer liked this new change in Derek’s personality. It suited him.

“Jeez, can you even believe we used to be that young once,” Derek lamented. He nodded his head towards the rowdy group of late twenty somethings. Spencer gave Derek a quizzical look.

“One, I’m not old, I’m turning thirty-eight in 9 months. Two, I never was like that in my late twenties. And three, you’re still like that, even if you’re almost like fifty,” Spencer retorted. He sipped his root beer and set it down on the bar counter. Derek opened his mouth to counter Spencer’s statement, but was interrupted before he could speak.

“Hey! I know you!”

A woman, dressed in a tight and short black dress, appeared at Spencer’s side. She looked at him and then at Derek. She must have figured out that Spencer and Derek were together because her face transformed from a look of excitement to one of embarrassment.

“Oops! I am such an idiot. You’re with a friend. God, I’m so sorry Doctor Reid,” she said, smacking her forehead in frustration.

“Don’t be,” Spencer said. He sighed, knowing exactly where this conversation will be headed once Y/N left. If Y/N left.

Of course this had to happen on a night where all Derek could talk about his Spencer getting laid. It’s completely unfortunate that the only person Spencer thought about sleeping with is the person standing before him, “Y/N, Derek, my good friend from my days at the BAU. And Derek, this is Y/N, my friend and the research librarian at the St. Phillips,”

“Very nice to meet you. Derek Morgan, ex-FBI agent, current stay at home dad. And before you try, just know I have an amazing wife who’s a trauma surgeon,” he said. He stuck out his hand for Y/N to shake. And she did, of course. Spencer watched as his colleague laughed at his friend’s jokes and shook his hand. Silently, Spencer cursed his misfortune with flirting. Derek made it seem so easy.

“Easy there, champ. You’re not the one I’ve got my eyes on,” Y/N said. She clutched her glass of dark brown booze. Maybe a Whisky Soda or an Old Fashioned? She seemed like the type to nurse a drink the whole night instead of getting sloppy on daiquiris.

He had to stop that.

He must stop profiling every person he meets.

“Now who might that be?” Derek asked. He wiggled his eyebrows in a manner that suggested he and Y/N knew exactly she was insinuating.

“It’s a secret. A secret between me and Dr. Reid,”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Spencer. We eat lunch together everyday, Ms. Y/L/N,” Spencer teased. He turned to look at her and eyed the pretty necklace that sat even prettier against her collarbones. He licked his lips, readjusting his eye line to a more appropriate area for colleagues.

“You know I never listen,” Y/N said into her drink. She set it down against the bartop. “This seat taken?”

Spencer felt a blush creep up his cheeks. Even though Derek was silent, he could hear his teasing voice play in his head.

“I think we're about to leave. Something–”

“You can have mine, sweetheart,” Derek told her. He slipped on his jacket and tossed a couple tens on the bar table, “Tell the bartender to add your root beers and your lady friend’s drinks to my tab, Spence”

"I thought we’re going to do waffles in the morning,” Spencer inquired. He sent a look of warning to Derek, who, of course, shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant grin.

“Plans changed. And I’m here hoping you’ll be taking someone else out for waffles. Not me, a toddler, and kindergarten menaces,” he joked.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Treat my boy well,” he said as he winked at Y/N and slapped Spencer affectionately on his shoulder.

Y/N laughed into her drink as Derek walked away. The chatter in the bar was quieter than it was before. Spencer could feel the awkwardness rise. Maybe it was the less than a professional setting. Maybe it was Y/N’s tight dress that did nothing to hide her body from him. It was hard to pay attention to anything, but come Monday morning, Spencer doesn’t think he’ll be able to look at her bulky cardigans and flowy dress pants the same again.

“Well, I am so sorry for that. Derek is…”

“A charmer?” Y/N offered. Spencer snuck a look at his companion. Her eyes twinkled in the low lighting, “I’m glad you got someone like that,”

“Yeah, but I’m sorry that the conversation insinuated that I, uh, that I–”

“Wanted to sleep with me?” Y/N finished. It was her turn to look at Spencer. He could feel the heat of her eyes on his face. His cheeks burned with a blush that he hadn’t felt in a long while. Perhaps not since Jon.

God, he does not want to be thinking about his ex-boyfriend right now.

“Um,” Spencer stalled, “I am not too sure how to answer that question without embarrassing myself,”

“Okay, Dr. Reid,” Y/N chaffed, “Then will you play a game with me?”

“A game,” Spencer asked. The heat he felt transformed into a chill. A chill that interested him.

“A game with me,” Y/N explained, “Maybe you’ll get me to listen, after all,”

Spencer adjusted his position on the barstool. In doing so, he moved closer to Y/N. They sat inches apart. He was so close to her that his knee brushed up against her knee. Maybe if he was bold enough, he’d rest his hand on her kneecap. He’d feel her cool skin against his warm palm. He wondered if she’d be excited at his touch; if she’d move closer and want more from him.

��Dr. Reid,” Y/N pressed. She smiled at Spencer, who continued to stare off in place, “Looks like I’m not the only one who can’t listen,”

Spencer smirked. He extended his arm to rest around the back of the bar chair. Y/N scooted closer to Spencer. He could smell the sweet perfume on her skin. It was something fruity like pineapple or mango. He wanted a taste.

Of the liquor, of the perfume, of her.

“I’m going to ask you to repeat the question,” Spencer told her. He took a gamble and brushed his thumb against Y/N’s shoulder blades. It must have been the correct move because Y/N moved closer into his touch.

“I asked you if you wanted to play a game of Never Have I Ever,”

“Is it a mood killer if I admit that I’ve never played?” Spencer asked. He was ready for the usual brush off, the silent phone call from a friend with an emergency. He was ready for this…whatever was to end before it even got started. But it never came. And it just might be fun to play a stupid game, even if it’s nearly twenty years too late.

“Not at all,”

“Good,” Spencer mumbled. He rested his hand on the bar top and had to resist the urge to groan when Y/N grabbed his hand.

“So you hold your hand up like so. And then we will switch off asking questions and if it’s something you’ve done you put a finger down. We’ll figure out just how naughty the handsome Dr. Reid is,”

“Handsome?” Spencer questioned, not hating the compliment. Y/N still had her fingers all over his hands. She threaded her fingers through his, maybe forgetting herself that she’s touching him that much.

“Don’t you hear all the gossip around campus? The college girls can’t get enough of the brooding, hot professor?” Y/N whispered. Her eyes basked down to where their hands remained intertwined. Spencer couldn’t help but think about how good her hands looked all over his hands,

“Brooding? God, you see this is what I get for being quiet. I’m not brooding. I’m just introverted,” Spencer huffed. His exasperation must have elicited a giggle from Y/N, but it turned into a much louder chuckle.

“Okay, you’re not brooding. But 19-year old girls only see you as hot. And I mean, I can’t blame them,”

At this point, Spencer found himself trying to concentrate on his breathing. He felt their knees bump against together under the bar table. Spencer could feel the heat rise under his collar and spread throughout his body. He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted something so much, but he knows he can’t fuck it up. Not if he wants this to turn into something more.

“You think I’m hot?” Spencer smirked. He licked his lip when he felt Y/N’s hand venture from his hand to his knee. She rested her warm hands on his knee, scratching him with her nails.

“I’d be a complete idiot to think you’re anything but that, Dr. Reid,”

“It’s Spencer,” he said. He wondered if she was just calling him that on purpose. Maybe she knew exactly what it did to him, “So, are we going to play the game or what,”

***

If this was a drinking game, Spencer would have, surprisingly, been the most drunk. The questions started off tame, ones like never have I ever lost a bet or never have I ever rode a motorcycle.

Both of which Spencer put fingers down for. Y/N, to Spencer’s surprise, grew increasingly less and less enthused about the game the more illicit the questions got. Naturally, Spencer found himself more and more intrigued. He was smart enough, or at least intuitive enough to know that she wanted him to continue, by the way her hand hardly left his thigh.

“Never have I ever…went skinny dipping,” Y/N asked. She put a finger down and looked a little proud of himself at Spencer’s crooked head.

“Nope,” Spencer said. He shuddered at the thought of the millions of different kinds of bacteria that would fester inside his body, “I am well aware of the micro-orgasm. NO! I mean, microorganisms that would wreak havoc all over my body,”

Spencer’s Freudian slip wasn’t unmissed by Y/N. She leaned in so close that Spencer had to hold in his breath from completely embarrassing himself. “Well, well, Dr. Reid. Looks like I know what my next question is going to be,”

“It’s my turn, Y/N,” Spencer countered.

“Since when do I listen, Dr. Reid,” Y/N argued. She smiled wickedly and picked the glass of dark liquor to her lips. Spencer watched as she licked her lips and exhaled at the burn of the drink.

“Touche,” Spencer said. He conceded, eager to hear exactly what her question will be.

“Never have I ever given my partner an orgasm in bed,” Y/N asked. She was spinning her finger around and around the rim of the glass. Spencer couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t drop a finger.

Neither did he.

“No?” Y/N said. She pouted, making her lips puff out in a sinfully crimson smile. Spencer smiled back at her; he could feel that familiar heat crawl up his spine followed by that chill he got when she’s around, “Well that’s too bad,”

“You said orgasm,” Spencer blurted. “That implies one. I never give just one. Especially for people that don’t listen to me,”

Then it was Y/N’s turn to be embarrassed. She shifted in her seat slightly as her lips parted in surprise. As if spurred on by her shock, Spencer lifted the glass of liquor and brought it to her lips.

“Drink,” He told her.

She listened.

“Huh, I guess you can listen, Y/N,” Spencer mused. He placed the now empty glass on the table.

“I guess so,” Y/N agreed. She brought her hand back to her lap and played with the sparkly bracelet that glittered against her wrist. It was hard for Spencer to not imagine her wrist bobbing up and down in a much more precarious place.

“You didn’t put a finger down,” Spencer dared. He watched her microexpressions, completely unable to not analyze her.

“Well, I would,” Y/N said. She shrugged her shoulders in a careless way that told Spencer she cared more than she let on, “If I ever had the chance to try,”

It took Spencer a second to let the meaning of her guarded words set in. She was a virgin? Spencer tried his best to hide his surprise. It’s the definition of a Catch-22. If he acted like he knew that might make her self conscious and if he acted like he was surprised then it might also make her feel self-conscious.

See, a Catch-22.

“You really need to say something, Spencer. Because the silence is starting to freak me out. I mean it’s literally not a real thing. You know that right? It’s literally made up by the fucking patriarchy,” Y/N shook with frustration, clearly a little hurt by Spencer’s lack of response.

“No, no, Y/N,” Spencer said. He grabbed her hands from her lap and held them tight. She was warm to the touch. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insinuate anything one way or another. You’re really great and I…like the way I feel when I’m around you. And you being a virgin doesn’t change anything,”

Y/N gave him a small smile. It was a little sad, which made Spencer’s heart pang with pain. He could tell that she was hiding something behind the way her lips seemed to fight a frown. And, even though she was just the librarian he ate lunch with everyday who just happened to drive him insane, he really liked her.

“Thank you for being so sweet, Dr. Reid,” Y/N whispered. She leaned forward closer to Spencer and lifted herself off the seat of the bar chair. Y/N lips burned like the liquor he gave her to drink. They were soft and pressed a barely there kiss against his stubble-covered cheek. It seared into his skin, a tattoo kiss and perhaps of promise of something else. “You handle that like a gentleman, so thank you. I’ve told other guys this and they usually either storm out and say they’re not into clingy girls or are way too enthusiastic. Like super enthusiastic to the point I’m pretty sure I need to call the FBI or CIA or whoever for a tip,” she joked.

Spencer chuckled and his laugh subconsciously mirrored Y/N’s laugh. He loved the sound of her light, airy chuckle. The bar crowd slowly dispersed. The drunk and rowdy college kids called their cabs or attempted to make their way back to their apartments on foot. Tispy parents argued over how much to pay the sitter when they got home. But all of it was simply background noise.

“Well they are asses,” Spencer said, his hand moved closer to Y/N’s back. Her strappy black dress hardly offered any warmth, “Are you cold?” Spencer asked. He didn’t mean to change the conversation, but he knew if he didn’t they would probably end up stumbling out of the bar with the drunk frat boys and tipsy PTA mothers. If they did end up going back to one of their place’s, Spencer knew he wanted Y/N completely sober.

“No, no,” Y/N said. She waved off Spencer’s offer, but rubbed her hands up and down her arms, “I’m fine. Just a little chilly is all,”

“Nonsense,” Spencer said. He shed off his cardigan and wrapped it around Y/N’s shoulders. She nodded in thanks. It was clear, to both of them at his point, that the conversation finally reached an impasse.

“Thank you,” Y/N said again. She smiled politely at Spencer’s graciousness, “Well, I’ll see you Monday, Dr. Reid–”

“Or tomorrow,” Spencer interrupted. He cringed internally at his earnestness, but from the look on Y/N’s face it seemed like she enjoyed it, “I’ve been meaning to ask you on a date. I read the university’s HR policy on co-workers dating. Now technically we aren’t in the same department. And while you’re the senior faculty member here, you’re not offering anything in exchange. So there’s no sort of transactional aspect to this,” he rambled.

“Is that your way of romancing a girl, Doctor,” Y/N taunted with a smile.

“Why is it working?” Spencer cracked, his smile hurt, it was so big. It would be pathetic if he said it’s been long since he’d smiled that wide. But it would be true. Pathetic and true.

“It is,” Y/N responded. She slid off the bar chair, still wearing Spencer’s cardigan. He hoped that she would forget to give it back to him, just so she’d have an excuse to visit him in his office Monday morning.

“Good,” Spencer smiled. He motioned for the bartender to close out the tab. With Derek’s cash, Spencer put the rest on his card. He waved Y/N off when she insisted on paying her share.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Y/N said. She shifted from foot to foot as they stood next to each other, “It’s–”

“It’s me treating a pretty girl to a drink. A pretty girl that I would like to get to know better,” Spencer explained. He thanked the bartender and offered Y/N his arm to walk out into the parking lot.

“Oh please,” Y/N rolled her eyes, but Spencer could tell she liked his compliments based on the way she squeezed his arm.

They were silent as they walked to their cars. Winter in Virginia settled in around them, Spencer was glad that he offered Y/N his sweater. Even though she looked beautiful in her dress, he liked, selfishly, seeing her in his clothes even more. Spencer, though he was still partial to the warm so-called winters of Las Vegas, loved winter in the Mid-Atlantic. He loved waiting for the first fall of snow, how it glistened as it fell.

“Maybe I should get you a cab?” Spencer asked, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to drive home. You had a couple drinks–”

“Or you could just drop me off at my place?” Y/N suggested. She looked up at Spencer for a sign of agreement.

“If we do that,” Spencer said, his voice lowered to an unnecessary whisper, “They I can’t come into your apartment. Because if you were to invite me in, then I don’t think either of us would be able to resist only a chaste good night kiss,”

“That wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, now would it?” Y/N gushed.

“No, it wouldn’t,” Spencer said, “But the first time I fuck you, I at least want to take you on a date first. To dinner or lunch or breakfast for all I care,”

Spencer felt Y/N’s breathy shudder against arm. The chill in the air was nothing compared to the coolness that basically dripped down his back. Y/N stopped as they reached Spencer’s car. He turned to face her, curious as to what she was doing.

“Sorry, that was a little bold. I didn’t mean to be so forthcoming. It’s just, I’m not used to people–”

Spencer hated when people interrupted him. When they’d inject into some point he was attempting to make because they couldn’t bear to listen to him ramble for another second. But somehow it’s completely different when Y/N intercepted him. For one thing she completed his sentences. At lunch, when they talked for the entire allotted time, they’d spend an hour finishing each other’s thoughts over swapped sandwiches and shared leftovers. Even when the campus research library closed for students, they continued their conversations over coffee and tea. Except this time, Y/N didn’t interrupt him by finishing his sentence, she kissed him.

Her lips were so soft. She tasted like whisky and something fruity. Spencer could smell her light, sweet perfume that she dabbed against her collarbone and behind her ears. He thought about all the kisses he could place against those delicate spots. He thought about the small noises she would make when he kissed her there.

Like a puzzle, their lips slotted together perfectly. He nipped against her plush bottom lip, deepening the kiss with all the tension and fervor that they’ve felt for the months they’ve known together. Her body went slack in his arms. She pushed her entire weight against Spencer’s frame, relying on him to keep herself upright. Spencer’s hands wandered from her jaw, where he held her face firmly in place to the small of her back. His hands felt her smooth dress, flattening out the creases and wrinkles. They skirted around her ass, even though he wanted to feel the softness of her body against his bare hands.

Spencer stood there and realized that he could spend the rest of his life kissing Y/N and die completely elated. He was grateful that she decided to kiss him in the middle of the parking lot with pavement that smelt like rain, instead of her cozy, warm apartment. Because if she did, they’d surely have stumbled into her bedroom by now. And he would have taken that dress off her, revealing her body to him. She would have taken off his dark shirt and pants, leaving himself just as bare and vulnerable to her.

Y/N broke the kiss. Spencer placed his hands back on Y/N’s jaw and pulled her in one more time. This kiss was lighter, sweeter and textbook-first kiss. It was the kind of kiss that’s so fast that you probably would have missed it, if your body wasn’t so in tune to the person kissing you. Spencer felt her heartbeat against his chest.

Y/N held her hand up, all five fingers extended outward. Spencer mirrored her, but placed his hand against Y/N’s so they were flush against each other.

“Never have I ever made out with a really hot, totally not brooding, professor in the middle of a parking lot,” Y/N asked, putting a finger down and Spencer blushed, because he realized, too long for a genius perhaps, that he’s the reason she’s putting a finger down.

Spencer intertwined his fingers with Y/N’s hand, pulled her in close, kissing her again. Against her lips, he whispered, “I’m going to take that as a yes to the date,”

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WoW birthday event: used as bait | held for ransom | "it's a trap!"

Erik invites Cedric and his slave around for the evening.

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CWs: slavery, beating, whipping, non-consensual nudity (non-sexual), captivity, whumper pov, use of the word 'bitch', punching, bruises, drinking, drugging

Cedric yanks open the door to the boiler cupboard and claps his hands together twice, sharply. The eyes of the choppy-haired girl curled up on the hard floorboards snap open and she scrambles out, not quite fast enough to avoid the encouraging kick to her lower back.

"Look sharp, Savannah. Erik's invited us round this afternoon and I need you to look better than that."

He looks Savannah up and down. She's only ever allowed to wear black tank tops, shorts and either a bra or binder when they're at home, and her hair is still mangled from when she was a little bitch and hacked it off (she doesn't dare do that anymore). Her appearance isn't entirely her fault, but he does love how much she shrinks when he comments on it.

"Yes, sir."

"Follow me then. Quickly now."

Savannah bows low and follows hot on his heels. He doesn't look back - she doesn't need it anymore. He unlocks the door to her small bathroom, containing a toilet, sink, cold shower, and very little else. The only lock is a deadbolt on the outside. The plumber had looked at him oddly when he'd had it installed.

"Shower. Dress. Kitchen in five minutes."

She shuts the door, and he strolls to the kitchen, sinking down onto the worn chair. It's early afternoon already. He'll have Savannah make him a sandwich, then they can set off.

Five minutes later almost exactly, Savannah enters the room. Her hair is shinier now, and she's in a cute little blouse, cardigan and skirt.

"That's better. Ham sandwich and then you can take the beers to the car. I hope for your sake it's tidier this time."

"Yes sir."

Savannah fixes a quick sandwich, before bracing herself and hefting the large case of beers into her arms, staggering slightly at its weight. Cedric smirks, watching her legs. She has wood nymph blood in her, as much as anyone does these days. He's glad he bought this particular broken girl from Erik to be trained as his slave, even if she's had a few relapses.

She's waiting by the jeep when he gets there, perfectly poised with her hands behind her back and eyes on the ground. Cedric looks inside the jeep. Then he turns back to stare at her.

"Really, Savannah? Does this look clean to you?"

She hesitates. "Yes, sir?"

He cuffs her hard around the head. "Try again."

"No, sir."

"Better. You can clean it and receive a suitable punishment later. For now, get in the back. You won't get any dirtier there than in the rest of this vehicle."

Savannah obeys, climbing inside with the case of beer, hugging her legs.

It's a bumpy journey, and Cedric relishes every one, knowing Savannah is suffering for her sloppiness. Stupid girl.

Savannah staggers a little upon exiting, legs probably stiff, but lifts the beers without complaint. Cedric smiles. Her eyes don't even flicker towards the trees anymore. Erik broke her well.

Cedric rolls his eyes at Erik's ring doorbell as he presses it. He has cameras everywhere, it's so excessive.

Kieran, Erik's slave, opens the door, scrambling backwards to usher them in but not in time to avoid Cedric's punch to the chest. He strides past him as the boy doubles over.

Savannah's footsteps don't falter behind him. Good.

"Show us the way, then, Kieran. Unless you want your owner to think we had to do it ourselves?"

Kieran scrambles in front of Cedric and Savannah, still winded. Cedric smiles. He still resents the fact that Savannah is more afraid of Erik than him, her owner, but he can't take it out on Erik. The boy however...

Erik smiles as they all enter.

"Cedric! It's been too long. I'm glad to see you still have the slave I sold you, it would be a shame never to see her again. She was prettier with long hair, but each to their own. Leave us a few beers and put the rest in the fridge. And fetch the snacks, both of you."

"Yes sir."

The boy just nods. He hasn't changed much since they last met up, wearing a t-shirt and trousers with long, dark, twisty hair, with a few extra bruises. Erik has never avoided the face.

Cedric plops himself down on the leather couch and accepts a beer, taking a long swig. "Cheers."

Erik smirks. "Savannah giving you a hard time?"

"Nah. Hard week at work. I'll get her to give me a massage or something. How's your boy? Misbehaving?"

Erik shrugs. "Entertainment. And he needs reminders sometimes. All slaves do."

"Still don't regret keeping him?"

"Never will. Even the special projects I rarely keep, but I trained him perfectly for my needs and he's excellent. I'll need a new special project soon though. The space is looking rather sad without one."

The slaves come back in, carrying a plate of tortilla chips and another of dips. Cedric tries some and grins. The fear in both slaves' eyes is the perfect complement.

"Yeah, okay, I see what you like about him." He takes another swig of beer. "What shall we play?"

Erik throws his controller across the room. The slaves both duck, Kieran not quite managing in time as it grazes the top of his head. Savannah steadies him.

Cedric is well past tipsy and heading towards totally sloshed. He must've drunk more than he thought.

He snaps his fingers sloppily. "Girl, beer."

"Yes, sir." She obeys, pressing one into his hand. He drinks as much as he can in one gulp and then dumps the rest of the can over her. "Oops. Must be time for strip poker."

Erik smiles. "Kieran, fetch the cards and deal."

Kieran does so. They have... roughly the same amount of clothes, it's fine.

Erik loses the first hand.

"Clothes off, Kieran. M'choice. Top."

The boy pulls his t-shirt off. He turns his back, as is traditional, and Cedric whistles, sobering up slightly. The criss-cross of scars, the colours and textures and areas where they meet and overlap... it's beautiful. Amazing work.

"How did you create that?"

"Trade secret. Maybe I'll show you one day."

Oh, he'd love that.

The game passes in a bit of a blur after that. He knows his slave ends up completely naked, serving drinks and snacks with the same poise she had before, and then the boy removes the last of his underwear because it's only fair. He knows that he confesses to Savannah's occasional bitchy fits and, with encouragement, beats her clumsily with Kieran's belt.

"Hey, Cedric, what do you say I show you my special project workshop? You keep asking."

"Surreee."

"Kieran, help me get him upright. I don't think he can stand properly." Erik mutters something Cedric can't make out. Kieran obeys, and the floor seems to sway and swirl under Cedric's feet but somehow the slaves are staying upright.

He envies that.

It's only Erik with him now, who pulls an arm around his shoulders to help move him along. It's… it should be cold outside. Should it? He isn't.

There's a shed that feels so far away. He blinks, watching it blur. No, there's two sheds. Odd. Do sheds usually duplicate?

Then he's inside the shed. It's darker in there, things he can't make out. It feels unnatural. A shiver runs down his spine.

He wants to leave, suddenly, he'd much rather see it in daylight. His knees buckle before he can do anything about it.

“Finally,” mutters Erik from somewhere far away. “I thought you were never going to succumb.”

Cedric's vision finally goes, and with that the rest of the world.

Cedric wakes.

His head throbs like he's been on the biggest bender of his life. His knees hurt too, and his arms are numb. Must've been a hell of a night.

Doesn't feel like he's anywhere comfortable though. Where is he?

“Oh, finally! You're awake!”

The voice is too loud, but he recognises it and forces his eyes open, trying to figure out where it's from. Maybe he had someone over last night.

But then… he visited Erik, didn't he?

There's a dark silhouette moving around the dimly-lit room, and then his head pounds, eyes burning as a bare bulb flicks on directly above him.

The floor is bare earth, a pile of cages and tools in one corner. Cedric's on his knees, arms suspended above his head, naked except for what looks like a hospital wristband but black and sturdier.

Erik's in front of him, wearing a grin unsettlingly past ecstatic.

“What the hell?”

“You wanted to see my special project shed. This is it.”

Cedric growls. “I'm not your fucking ‘special project’. Let me down.”

Erik clucks his tongue. “You know better than to make demands. I'll let you down when I'm good and ready.”

Cedric snarls. Why's he even here? He's not a slave, he's not one of those pathetic losers fool enough to be captured by Erik. He's not weak or cowardly, like they are, he wouldn't let himself be broken and kept.

Wouldn't let himself get taken.

Hang on a fucking second.

“Did you drug me?”

“Took you long enough to cotton on. I always thought you were at least a little smarter than that.”

“Fuck off.”

“Now, now. That's not how we do things around here. And I don't give adjustments periods. Let me show you my baby.” Cedric narrows his eyes as Erik crosses behind him and comes back carrying a long, braided rope, split into nine in the middle. And each of the nine strands is in itself braided with–

“Fucking shards of glass?”

“I said I'd show you how I made Kieran’s scars. Quite something, isn't she? She's mostly reserved for my special projects, unless a regular victim gets too cocky. Lucky you, getting to experience her first-hand.”

Cedric responds by grasping the ropes tight and struggling to his feet. There isn't much to hold onto but he manages to get his legs under him, standing shakily. He needs to get out of here. And then he can get his bitch back and rain down hell on Erik and the boy for all of this. Admittedly he's not sure what the boy has to do with it apart from having the misfortune of being here at the time, but Cedric is still going to give him hell for it.

And then his legs are kicked back out from under him and he collapses back to the ground.

“You're going to be fun.”

Fun, thinks Cedric. Yeah. But why does Erik want him? Everyone's fun to break. Savannah has forest nymph blood, Kieran's part ceasg, but Cedric's completely human. Nobody buys full-blooded humans from Erik, that's not his business model.

Erik pulls him back to his feet and pushes him against a stout wooden pole that Cedric had been wondering about, tying his arms around it tightly. He growls, struggling.

“Temper, temper. We'll break that from you. Gotta say, I haven't been this excited about a special project in a long time.” He flexes the whip a little. “What do you say we get started? We need to figure out your baseline tolerances, so this whipping is going to be a little different. I'll keep going until you can't take any more. And I'd usually bring in someone newly-broken for this part, as a test, but I thought you'd like to see a familiar face. Meet Megan.”

Cedric hadn't heard anyone behind him – curse the customarily-silent wood nymph footsteps – but then Savannah comes into view. She's clean again, any injuries hidden, in a fitted t-shirt and long shorts.

“You look disgusting,” he snarls. She shrinks backwards, arms not quite coming up to hug herself but not quite not, either.

“Megan, get a grip. Take a seat. It's this man's whipping, not your own.”

“You can't just go changing my slave's name!” he cries, outraged. “And my name is Cedric.”

“She isn't yours anymore. Nor is that your name. Your *number* is now 197, until I sell you and then it's their decision. Now, let's start with your baseline whipping tolerance. Megan, do not lose count.”

Despite the humiliation, Cedric smirks at her. He's going to take that as a challenge.

From her seat on the dirt floor, Megan flinches but looks up at him determinedly, fear-filled eyes focused just off to his right. That's where Erik must be standing, then.

The whip hisses through the air and Cedric has a split-second warning before all nine ends land on his back.

All the breath is forced out of him and he arches his back. The glass tears into him, shredding the skin and flesh even beyond what the rope alone can do.

“One.”

“Louder, sweetheart, I need to know. It's not your whipping.”

The next hit is harder, rope abrasive, skinning, glass digging into flesh where the skin’s already gone. It rips a scream from his throat, one that should surely bring people running.

“T-two.”

“Better.”

Cedric gives up listening after that. If his bitch of a slave is allowed to sit and watch while he's whipped, Erik isn't likely to say anything sensible. He'll have to be alone before he can do anything.

But he's out cold well before that.

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Lovers & Strangers - Chapter 13

Warning: dr*g use

The rest of the week was lonely without Ethan. I had a lot of time to study and felt pretty good about the test I wrote Friday. Of course I had to celebrate getting the stupid midterm out of the way, so Nicole, Cassidy, Savannah, Khloe and I all went out to the campus bar to drink and watch the game.

We got to the bar and found a seat closest to the tv. Before the game even started playing I was drunk. I sit down watching the game until Grano scores, “LET’S FUCKING GO!” I scream out standing up. Luckily everyone else in the bar was there to watch the game so my actions were acceptable. “GET THE DRINKS FLOWING!” I say after the second goal, making the group of girls laugh.

“She hangs out with Ethan too much” I heard Khloe say to the other girls looking up at me

I jump down quickly from my seat and get two pitchers of beer bringing them back to the table setting them down. “Drink up!” I say and everyone takes some out of one of the pitchers.

“Odds if Ethan scores you chug that whole pitcher” Nicole says pointing at the full pitcher

“Odds I chug it next time we score” I say back

“Absolutely not” Cassidy says

“It’s just beer!” I say as I look up and see Mark

“Yes and Ethan is in a different state, we can’t call him to carry your drunk ass home” Cassidy says as the goal horn goes off.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Nicole and Khloe yells and I grab the pitcher tilting it back. I chug the contents of the pitcher that falls in my mouth while most dribbles down the side of my face. I look over to see Savannah’s flash on taking a video of me so I stick my tongue out and give the rock on symbol with my fingers.

“I have a good idea!” I slur as soon as the third period starts and the girls look at me to continue, “at the end of the game we each by one shot for each goal they score”

“Noooo” Cassidy says making everyone laugh

“Are you sober or something Cassidy?” Nicole asks

“Who do you think is driving?”

“Okay so we are doing it then?” I say and the girls all laugh

“I’m in” Nicole says, followed by “same” from Khloe, then a “why not” from Savannah.

“Okay no more until after the game then” Cassidy says sternly

“Okay mom” Khloe says making us all laugh

After the game when we went to the bar to each get 11 shots but the bartender refused to serve us.

“Sorry girls, you’re friend is cut off for the night” the bartender says looking at Nicole and Savannah

“Wait who?” Nicole asks and the bartender looks in my direction

“Me?!” I say shocked, “first I heard of this bullshit!”

“We watched you down that pitcher. Maybe don’t stand up for the whole bar to see you next time” he says turning away from me

“Hey what the fuck” I yell at him standing up from the barstool, “excuse me I wasn’t done talking to you” I say sliding beside the people he is now taking orders from.

“Okay, I think we should go” I hear Savannah pull my shoulder back and I look back at her

“No” I then look back at the bartender and before I can even say anything he gestures a security guard over, “pussy!” I yell at him

“You’re done! Out!” The bartender says pointing to the door. I roll my eyes ignoring him as I walk back to the table. The girls follow behind me but stop and I can hear them talk to the security guard that must have been hot on my heels.

I sit back down at the booth and look over and Cassidy that looks over at the security guard coming our direction with the three over girls than back at me, “what did you do?”

“Nothing”

“Grab you shit” she says “let’s go”

“No Cassidy, I’m refusing to leave”

“That’s really not smart” she says as the bouncer arrives at the head of the table.

“Hey ladies” he says and the other three girls walk around him to grab there stuff

“No we’re staying guys” I say and they all look at the security guard

“I was afraid you’d say that. You were asked to leave the premises, can I see your ID?”

“No”

“Miss-“

“Look we are leaving, come on Y/n” Cassidy says and I stay seated, “stop being defiant and come on”

“Ride home with your friend or ride to the station in a cop car, you’re choice” the bouncer says

“Whatever” I say standing up, “can I pee first?”

“No, out”

“So you are going to make me pee my pants outside?” I say and Savannah grabs my arm pulling me through the crowd until we are outside. We are sitting on the steps waiting for Cassidy to pull up when the bouncer comes out again

“Off the premises!” He yells at us. I was drunk enough not to take his shit and stood up and looked back at him and yelled “go fuck yourself!”

Luckily, Cassidy was just turning around the corner so we were able to run to her car quickly before anything was actually done about it. I sat in the car and put my head against the window and drifted off to sleep, until my phone started buzzing.

Not even looking at the name I answered the call: “hello?”

“Hey Y/n! Were you watching?!” An excited Ethan cheers through the phone

“Yeah” I slur

“You're celebrating?” Ethan laughs thinking he already knows the answer to his question

“No, the mean man kicked me out know they are taking me home because they were going to call the cops” I say and Ethan doesn’t say anything immediately

“It’s only like 10:30 and you’re already loaded?”

“What can I say” I start but burp before finishing, “waste no time”

“Can you hand the phone to someone sober?” Ethan starts

“No”

“I just want to know where you are stayi-“

“Bye worry pants” I say before hanging up the phone.

Cassidy pull into my driveway and I don’t move. I give her a weird look before she speaks, “what?”

“Ethan’s”

“No, he isn’t home” she says

“Here we will help you” Khloe says

“I don’t need help, I’m not going in there” I say crossing my arms like a child

“She can come to my place” Nicole says

“We are already here” Cassidy says

“Ethan’s is literally on the way to your place” I say, “besides if you make me go in there I’ll tell my roommates how much I hate them”

Cassidy rolls her eyes putting her car in reverse, “find but you are going to Nicole’s”

We get to Nicole’s, we hope out and head inside. I hop on the couch we’re I usually stay when I’m here overnight and open my phone to Snapchat. I click Mark’s name and lift my shirt, sending him a picture of my chest before clicking my screen off and setting it on the table.

The next night morning I wake up to a bunch of Ethan texts as usual, and a Snapchat from Mark, along with two FaceTimes. I open the Snapchat first to see a selfie of him with “let me get to my room” over it. Clicking through to the next one of his bulge with “answer my FaceTime”. I snap him back quickly saying “tonight we will have fun 😈”

I get up and stretch as Nicole makes her way down the stairs. I bummed a drive off her to the sophomore house and entered going up to Ethan’s room before taking my books out to study. I studied until I got bored so I FaceTimed Ethan. He didn’t answer which I found weird. Maybe they were on the ice.

The day went on and he never FaceTimed me back. So I tried again. Nothing. Whatever. An hour later my phone started buzzing so I quickly ran to check. It was an incoming FaceTime from Mark. I quickly answered it and was greeted with a smiling Mark. “Hey” I say smiling into the screen

“Can we have some fun?” He says flipping his camera to show his hard on through his sweatpants.

“Yes!” I say excitedly putting my phone down to undress myself before sitting on my bed, “take your pants off, I want to see your cock”

Mark wiggles out of his pants and begins stroking his clock as I point my camera down to my pussy.

“Slide a finger in baby, just one” he says and I slide a finger in, “curl it” he says and I obey.

“M-more” I moan out and mark chuckles

“Now take your finger out and suck on it” he says and I bring my finger up sucking on it, “how do you taste?”

“You taste better” I say and Mark breathes out thinking of my mouth wrapped around his cock.

“Put two fingers in baby, I wanna hear you moan for me” he says as he continues stroking his cock. I slide two fingers in and pump them in and out. “That’s it, now a little faster, pretend it’s my dick”

“Oh Mark” I moan out as my finger pump in and out of me faster. I then curl my fingers making me moan out a little louder, “Mark! I wish I could rub my lips around your hard dick. Fuck Mark you feel so good inside of me” I moan out

I watch as Mark finishes on his stomach before flipping the camera around to talk me up to achieving my orgasm next.

“Fuck baby, I miss that pussy! Take your two wet fingers out and rub your clit fast. Imagine my mouth though. My wet lips kissing all over your wet pussy” he says as I rub my clit.

“I’m c-close” I moan before cumming. I moan loudly before switching the camera to my face. “Fuck I need you here” I say and Mark chuckles

“Better get a nice welcome home present” he says

We chat for a bit before he hangs up because someone starts knocking on his door. I take a quick shower before getting myself ready to go to a frat party.

After I shower I text Nicole to tell her I am ready for her to pick me up. I’m planning on wearing her clothes and use her hair tools so I only do my makeup while I wait for her to arrive.

When she arrives she lets me know she is hear by honking the horn. I rush to grab the keys to the house along with the bottle of liquor I store under Ethan’s bed but to my surprise it’s gone. I send Ethan a quick text. And nothing.. I call him and nothing. I know he is ignoring me at this point. I roll my eyes and head out.

After getting ready and pregaming we made our way to the frat house. The house was absolutely packed and very hot. I made my way to the kitchen to grab myself a drink when I find Caleb there. I pivot to the left to exit the other side of the kitchen back into the party to find my friends.

There was too many people, so they were way harder to find. I don’t know how I don’t typically lose them at parties. Maybe I’m just not drunk enough. I give up trying to find my friends and just try to find someone I know.

I find Brad, someone I use to hook up with during freshman year and cling on to his arm. He looks down at me and smiles. “Y/n!” He says excitedly looking down at me, “what’s going on?”

“Walk me to the kitchen please?” I ask him and he nods coming with me.

We enter the kitchen and Caleb is still in there. He watches my every move as I grab a drink and chat with Brad. I turn so I can even see Caleb in my peripheral view.

I open the can and began to chug what was in the can, “well alright!” Brad exclaims watching as I finish the can. “Here let’s get you another one” he says reaching over and opening a cooler. Brad wasn’t a bad guy, but definitely a bad influence. I brought the van to my lips and began chugging once more.

When I finished chugging my cooler he reached over again for another looking at me with a questioning look. I nod my head and he opens the next cooler, handing it to me. I didn’t chug this one but sipped lightly instead.

“I’ll be right back, gotta piss” he says leaving me in the kitchen. Across the room is Caleb still. I didn’t know if I should wait here for Brad or try and find my friends again. I pull out my phone and send a message to the groupchat as I feel myself become tipsy.

I take another large sip from the can as I wait for a response. I look at my phone to see a text from Mark.

Mark: you going out tnt?

Mark: be careful

Y/n: Caleb I’d hrer

I text him back, trying my best to type correctly but my vision has become a bit blurry. My phone started ringing almost immediately and I looked to see Mark’s name. I push through the crowd to find a quieter place. I get out on the back deck and missed the call. “Fuck” I say quietly before clicked through my phone to call him back

“New boyfriend tonight” I hear looking up and seeing Caleb. I try to act as if I’m not nervous around him.

“Friend” I correct him

“Oh yeah your boyfriends are away”

“Friends” I correct him again

“Lots of ‘friends’” he says, “just friends must be lonely”

“Why do you want to fuck me so bad?” I blurt sick of him following me around

“It’s more of a you owe me, and I’m not looking to fuck” he says, “ I need to get rid of something”

“No I can’t” I say, turning to walk towards the door to re enter the party.

“Why?” He says then looks around, “no one is here to stop you”

“What do you want?”

“Close your eyes and open your hand” he says and I open my hand, “close your eyes”

I sigh, closing my eyes and I hear a baggy crumple but do not feel anything in my hand right away. I hear him shuffle around near the table then hear the baggy once more. He places a pill in my hands and opens my eyes.

“What’s wrong with it?” I say looking at him, watching him put the baggy in his back pocket.

“Nothing, same supply as last time. I just need to get rid of them” he says but I don’t believe him. I bend down grabbing my cooler off the table before turning towards the party, “hey, drink up. You’re hurting your party girl persona” he says after me and I ignore him “cya later” he yells after me again as I slip back into the party.

I walk back I into the party and find Cassidy almost immediately. I continue taking sips out of the can as I listen in on their conversation until it is gone. Brad, who was in the group of party goers, looks over at me as I begin to sway, “where’d you head off too?” He asks

“I-um- out- there” I say almost incoherently

“Are you okay?!” I hear who I think is Cassidy before my legs go weak.

From there I remember hearing Brad yell out for someone to call and ambulance before it went black.

#umich hockey #umich hockey imagine #umich imagine #umich hockey smut #mark estapa #ethan edwards #ethan edwards imagine #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa smut #mark estapa imagine #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards smut

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tessa-liam · 1 year

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Marabelle

Your Breath of Freedom -5-

The Beaumont Bash 2

Book: Choices – The Royal Romance, an AU series

Series Premise: An American teenager from New York City is introduced to the world of a small European country and its society of royalty, nobles, and commoners. How will her life story be transformed? Will this new adventure bring her happiness...or regret?

Catch up: Masterlist

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Sophia (Sophie) Taylor

Other Pairing: Maxwell Beaumont x M!OC Daniel (from NYC)

Drake Walker x F!OC Melanie Smithson

Most characters belong to Pixelberry

Series Rating: M*🔞Warnings: this series will have NSFW material, crude language & innuendo

Not Beta’d; Please excuse all errors.

Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff

Words: ~2500

Your Breath of Freedom-5-

The Beaumont Bash 2

Chapter Summary: Sophie is introduced to the Royal court, Maxwell meets Daniel.

Music Inspiration: I Gotta Feeling, Black Eyed Peas

Better When I’m Dancin’, Meghan Trainor

Unchained Melody, Righteous Brothers

A/N1: My submission for Choices June Challenge, prompts: Food – Gala, ice cream, chocolate, Cocktails, Cake @choicesjunechallenge @liaromancewriter

A/N2: My submission Choices flashfics, Week #36, prompt 1 - “That’s really all I want and need. Some time with just you.”” @choicesflashfics

A/N3: Bethany Beaumont, Maxwell’s mother, is originally from the U.S. and is Barthelemy Beaumont’s second wife. Annabelle Beaumont (deceased) was Bertrand’s mother.

A/N4: Social Season in this AU series refers to a traditional period in the spring/summer for royalty and members of the court to take part in balls, dinner parties and charity events.

Beaumont Estate, Ramsford, Cordonia

Snapping his fingers, Maxwell was in his element. Music sounded from the tower speakers by the dance floor as guests mingled. The ballroom was filled with the usual members of the court, but to his delight, fresh new faces were also in attendance, including Sophie’s best friend from home who agreed to join as a surprise.

Daniel chuckled at his new friend’s enthusiasm as he sat down at the bar to order a beer. Sophie’s description of her cousin was spot on, almost. She did not mention how hot he was; however, Daniel was quite sure that her thoughts were distracted and focused on someone else.

Meanwhile in Max’s mind, the chemistry between him and Sophie’s best friend was electric.

“What is it like to meet people and date in New York City? In nightclubs or parties? If I were to visit there, let’s say.” Maxwell asked.

“Well, it is much different than here. That is for sure,” Daniel grinned. “In America, there is no social class system. Everyone mingles together.”

“That sounds refreshing. Here if someone of a lower station speaks to a noble, it is considered an insult.” Maxwell sheepishly admitted.

“I guess that makes me the black sheep in the group.” Daniel shrugged his shoulders, taking a swig of beer.

“Come on, let’s go and say ‘hello’ to Sophie.” Maxwell stood and looked hopefully at Daniel. “Stick with me and I will give you the rundown of everyone here and introduce you to all the cool people.”

Sophie was stopped at the threshold as photographers snapped pictures. All eyes watched in interest as she walked into the ballroom with Bertrand.

“There are so many people here. Do you know them all?” Sophie whispered to Bertrand.

“Sophie, Look at you!” Savannah ran up and greeted the pair, taking her hands. “Bert, doesn’t Sophie look beautiful?”

“Yes, yes indeed.” Bertrand beamed at his cousin. It is time to introduce you, Sophie, to all the members of the court.

Sophie smiled at her older cousin happily as they started to pass through the tables, often stopping for introductions as Bertrand gallantly walked with her towards the head table.

Spotting her Aunt Bethany standing by the dais, Sophie smiled softly when she spotted Liam standing beside her.

Sophie felt her pulse quicken as she watched Liam interact with her aunt. She did not feel nervous at all when she met him for the first time at the ranch, but now, noting his regal appearance, he looked so handsome, so resplendent. A prince.

Sophie took a deep breath, starting to feel nervous, butterflies going wild in her chest.

She watched as a tall blond-haired man and a tall, slim blond woman, who was latched onto the man’s arm, move into view to join her aunt and Liam.

“Duchess, it is lovely to see you this evening.” Bethany dropped down to curtsy to Crown Prince Leo, as he took her hand to place a kiss.

“Your highness, it is an honor to host the start of the social season. Countess Madeleine, it is lovely to see you again,” Bethany cordially smiled at the Crown Princes' betrothed, Madeleine Amaranthe.

“And you as well, thank you, Duchess. I am looking forward to meeting your niece this evening. I have heard nothing but lovely comments.”

Leo clapped Liam on the back. “So, little brother, I hear the Cordonian Quartet is going to make an appearance tonight.”

“Yes, well, I haven’t seen Drake arrive yet, so I might have to commission you to join,” Liam joked, chuckling at Leo’s expression.

Leo smirked, “in that case, I better start getting ready and get a refill. Madeleine, do you care to join?”

“Why yes, Leo, thank you.” Madeleine tittered, slipping her hand on his arm.

“Liam?” Leo turned, looking expectantly at his brother.

Liam caught sight of Sophie walking with Bertrand, moving closer.

“You go ahead Leo, get yourself ready. Liam chuckled at his brother.

Liam resumed his watch, admiring the leggy brunette moving closer.

***

“Look at those blue cocktails! I want to try one of those please.” Penelope ‘batted’ her eyes at the bartender after watching Maxwell pick up two highball glasses of his signature secret recipe concoction.

“Kiara, you should have one too.”

“Pour moi, non merci. Chardonnay s’il vous plait.” (For me, no thank you. Chardonnay please)

Drake smirked at Rashad, turning his head so that he would not be overheard.

“How much will you bet that drink will put Penny ‘under the table’?”

“Yes, well, that is why I stick to whiskey neat.” Rashad joked.

“Walker, you are too predictable. There is more to life than sitting at a bar all night.” Leo mocked.

“Rys, always a pleasure to see you.” Drake scoffed but hesitated upon seeing Leo’s expression.

“What? Why are you smiling at me like that?”

“Have you spoken to my brother yet?” Leo cocked his eyebrow, smirking.

“No, why?” Drake replied, with a confused expression.

Leo chuckled, “or to Bertrand or to Maxwell?

“Yes ...No... wait... ahhh, hell!” Shaking his head, he looked up at the ceiling, pushing his chair back.

“Fuck me”, Drake muttered under his breath, while Leo doubled over in laughter.

“What I do for you nobles.”

“Yeah, be careful, I overheard Adelaide talking to Bethany....talking about ‘getting some tonight.”

“Leo, darling, guests are starting to notice you.” Madeleine chastised.

“I don't give a damn, Madeleine.”

***

As Sophie moved to the last table, a tall, red-haired woman stepped into her path and offered her hand.

“Lady Sophia, welcome to Cordonia.”

“Sophia, I would like to introduce to you the Duchess of Lythikos, Olivia Nevrakis.” Bertrand graciously acknowledged.

“Your grace, it is a pleasure to meet you.” Sophie nodded in respect, taking her hand.

Olivia was just about to ask a question, when Maxwell appeared behind Sophie, holding his cousin in place. Olivia raised her eyebrow curiously, as she noticed an unknown man waiting to speak.

“Soph, I have a surprise for you!” Maxwell sing-songed.

“Turn around.”

Pivoting to face Maxwell, Sophie’s eyes went wide as she saw her best friend hold out his arms for a hug.

“Oh, my gosh! Daniel!” Sophie gushed, wrapping her arms quickly around Daniel’s neck.

“Hey, Squirrel....Happy Birthday!” Daniel chuckled as he returned the hug.

“Sophia, let us now take our places for dinner.” Bertrand took her hand to lead her to the head table, which was beautifully adorned with fresh flowers and tulle.

“Dan, save me a dance?” Sophie called, looking over her shoulder.

“For my birthday girl? ...anything!” Daniel winked as Sophie walked away with her cousin.

Noticing the pair moving toward him, Liam stood to move a chair away from the table for Sophie.

“Hello, Sophie.” Liam smiled, taking her hand to place a tender kiss. “You look lovely tonight.” Liam spoke in his deep baritone voice as he helped her to sit.

“Thank you so much, Liam. It is wonderful to see you again.” Smiling in response, the butterflies went wild once again.

Taking his seat alongside Bethany, Liam formally introduced Leo and Madeleine, as Bertrand and Maxwell took their seats flanking Sophie.

***

As the waitstaff cleared the dinnerware, Madeleine slipped into a chair to sit beside Sophie.

“Sophia, I would like to extend an invitation for you to consider. I am hosting a garden party at my duchy next Thursday, and I thought that would be the perfect opportunity for you to socialize with the other ladies of the court.”

“Oh, I see. Thank you for the invitation. I will ask my aunt if she was also thinking of attending.”

“Yes, please do. Your Aunt Bethany and my mother get along famously.

Have you met Kiara and Penelope yet? They are my ladies in waiting.”

“I was introduced briefly tonight.”

“Splendid, I shall see you on Thursday.” Madeleine replied.

The hum of dinner conversations in the ballroom was interrupted by the sound of tinkling glass, as Sophie looked over to see Bertrand calling for everyone's attention.

Behind him stood Liam, with Drake and Maxwell.

Sophie smiled reservedly, whispering to Madeleine, “what is happening?”

Leo stood up, “Welcome to the start of the Social Season. Thank you to the Duke and Duchess of Ramsford for hosting this annual event once again at House Beaumont. Tonight, before the festivities begin, we will be entertained by our very own Cordonian Quartet.”

“Thank you, your highness. gentlemen …", Bertrand began.

Liam, Maxwell and Drake gathered around Bertrand at the microphone.

In perfect harmony, the sounds of “Happy Birthday to You”, sounded throughout the ballroom, with members of the court joining in at the end.

As Liam, Drake, and Bertrand took a bow, Maxwell rushed over to the head table to present Sophie with a dozen pink roses.

Sophie, smiling and laughing, stood to thank the guests formally and gave a flawless speech...impressing everyone with her confidence and charm.

Madeleine softly clapped, with Leo standing up yelling, “bravo”.

The orchestra began the beginning notes of ‘Happy Birthday to you.’

And then as the ballroom lighting went dark...

With the only lighting inside the ballroom coming from the candles in the centerpieces of each table. The guests fell silent.

...and then, a very clearly agitated Bertrand shouted, MAXWELL!!!

The sounds of murmurs from the guests were quickly replaced with clapping and cheers as waitstaff filed into the ballroom with dessert platters of flaming baked Alaska made of chocolate and vanilla ice cream with fresh strawberries to set down on each table.

***

Sophie was having an enjoyable conversation with Maxwell and Daniel at the head table, when all the waitstaff standing close to the table bowed. Leo, followed by Liam both stood and approached Bethany and Sophie, respectively, as the beginning notes of the Cordonian waltz was played by the orchestra.

Liam offered his hand to Sophie, “My lady, may I have the honor of a dance with you this evening?”

Her heart was beating so fast...Sophie was positive that Liam surely could hear and feel her heartbeats as he lifted her hand and led her to the center of the dance floor alongside Aunt Bethany and Leo.

Thanking Maxwell in her head, Sophie knew how to begin this courtship dance with Liam. Gazing at one another, Liam led Sophie around the dance floor in a silent conversation that ended with Sophie in Liam’s arms as he twirled and gently pulled her to his chest.

Sophie was still in Liam’s arms, when the second song began to play over the sound system.

This dance was more intimate as Liam wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close.

His thumb softly stroking her bare back, Sophie had to remember how to breathe.

Taking her hand in his, he placed it on top of his heart, wrapping his hand over hers.

Sophie gently moved her left hand to rest on his arm as the chorus began and they started to sway in time to the music.

‘Oh, my love, my darling.’

‘I’ve hungered for your touch, a long, lonely time.’

As the song ended, Liam whispered, “Happy Birthday”, kissing Sophie’s cheek softly.

“How has your day been so far? Has it been everything you wished for?”

Sophie looked into his eyes, “honestly.... This dance with you, that’s really all I want and need. Some time with just you.”

“Let’s get this party started!” Maxwell howled into a microphone as the beginning thrums of the song, ‘I gotta feeling’ began.

Raising his eyebrow, Liam asked, “dance with me?”

Sophie beamed with delight, “I would love to.”

***

It was time for the ceremonial tradition of the ‘slicing off the cork’, as guests stood at the base of the main staircase outside the ballroom eagerly waiting for the Beaumont cousins.

Bertrand, standing on the top landing of the staircase, once again thanked the guests, as Maxwell held a bottle of champagne out for Sophie to do the honors.

“Ok, everyone ready?” Bertrand asked, stepping away from Sophie comically.

“One... two... three!” Sophie raised the sword and swung it down, striking and cutting the neck of the bottle in one try.

Cheers, whistles and shouts erupted from the crowd as champagne poured out of the bottle. Waitstaff with trays filled with champagne flutes began to circulate the foyer.

Sophie elegantly bowed and looked down to see Marabelle walk past the ballroom doors, along with Maxwell’s family of peafowl.

Sophie squealed, laughing with delight as she stepped down to greet her black beauty.

Stroking the horse’s nose, Marabelle nudged her head towards Sophie.

“You two are a good match.” Liam mentioned, coming to stand beside Sophie.

“We both thank you for bringing us together. Actually... I have something for you, Liam.”

Sophie quickly went into the dining room and returned with a gold box wrapped with a blue ribbon.

Handing the gift to Liam, she explained, “this is a token of appreciation to you for your kindness to not only me, but to Marabelle as well.”

Liam shook his head, “I should be thanking you for giving her a loving home.”

“This is also a promise I would like to give to you,” Sophie responded.

After unwrapping his gift, Liam’s eyes sparkled as he read the inscription, ‘Your breath of freedom.’

“I promise, that when we are both in New York City, I will give you a personal tour.”

“In that case, will you allow me to escort you to the masquerade ball at the palace next weekend? It’s a gala that is held at the palace as part of the social season.”

“I would love to!”

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ladylooch · 11 days

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Can we get Timo and Emma's reaction to finding out about Lio and Sav expecting?

Savannah tries to ignore the present in the bag next to her for her mother-in-law. She tries to still her bouncing knees under the table too. So does Lio. But she cannot sit still as the four Meiers make casual small talk while settling into their booth for dinner. Tonight, it is Emma’s birthday celebration. Savannah hopes their announcement will make it her best one yet.

“Do we want red or white wine?” Emma asks to the table.

“Get whatever you want, mama.” Lio encourages.

“Yes, please do. I’m going to stick with water tonight.” Savannah announces. Emma nods, without even looking up from the table. Timo points a bottle out to his wife who inhales excitedly.

“Oh yes. This is the one. Lee, do you want some?”

“No, I’m going to order a beer.” He says. As he looks over his options, he drapes an arm around his wife’s shoulders. His finger tips rub at her bare shoulder where her cardigan has slipped slightly off her right arm. In her lap, Savannah plays with her wedding bands. She nudges Lio’s side with her left elbow. He looks over at her. “Hm?” Savannah leans in close.

“Can we do it now? I’m feeling sick.” She insists. Lio’s eyes widen at her, thinking she is going to puke like she has been randomly the last few weeks.

“Um, do we need to leave?” He asks, getting his parents attention.

“Everything okay?” Emma asks, looking between the two.

“Yeah, yeah. Um, would you want to open your present right away? We are… really itching for you to see what we got you.” Emma giggles.

“Oh you two are so sweet! You did not have to get me anything. I am just so happy we are spending time together.” Emma says while Lio holds the bag up for her to take. She stays in place, leaving Lio awkwardly extending the present to her.

“Mom, take the bag.” Lio says with a little tone in his voice. Timo catches on and checks his son with his eyes. He doesn’t care that Lio is grown. Their son knows better than to toss any lip at his mom.

“We think you’re going to like this. It’s something you don’t have yet.” Savannah smiles knowingly.

“Somehow.” Lio smirks. He slides Savannah closer to him in the booth. He turns his face, giving her cheek a soft kiss, then pressing his nose there as she leans into his body more. Her hand floats to his thigh, squeezing by his knee as Emma peels back the white tissue paper. Lio covers her left hand with his, gripping her fingers close in his comforting grasp.

Emma reaches into the bag, pulling out a hot pink sweatshirt. She opens it up, covering her face for a moment while she reads the front. Suddenly, her arms drop, exposing her and Timo’s shocked faces. Their mouthes hang open, practically unhinged as they stare at Savannah and Lio across the table. Then, Emma looks directly at Lio and only Lio.

“What?” Her eyes are wide, almost wary.

“We are pregnant.” He beams at her. “Well, Sav is but I helped.”

Emma closes her mouth, tilting her face back as her eyes close. Joyful tears immediately begin to stroll down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes.

“Oh my god, Savannah!” Emma’s voice quivers as she tosses the sweatshirt to Timo. She needs to get her hands on her daughter in law immediately. Emma stands, sliding into the booth with her two kids and hugging Savannah harder than she ever has before. She smooths her hair down as Savannah grips her back tightly. “I am so happy for you. Oh my god. This is the best news. The best birthday ever.” Emma pulls back, gripping Savannah’s upper arms as she searches her face. “But I thought….”

“So did we.” Savannah nods. “But this one beat the odds. Still is.” She pats her small bump gently.

“How are you doing? Are you out of… well, when are you due?”

“August.”

“Oh wow.” Emma grins, new tears forming in her eyes. “Oh my goodness.” She reaches over to Lio, grabbing his face to give him a smooch on his cheek. “And you’re okay? Both… well all three of you? Oh god, it isn’t twins is it!? I should have opened the rest of that.” Timo laughs across the table as Lio chokes on his water.

“Twins would be the worst, right babe?” Timo chuckles as Emma gives him a ‘cut it out’ look.

“No! Oh gosh no!” Savannah laughs. “Just one.”

Emma leans back in the booth, looking across the table at her husband. Their gazes meet and she can see the emotion in her husband’s face. She laughs, genuinely and without holding back.

“Oh my god, baby. Lee is gonna be a daddy.” She says to Timo incredulously.

“Yeah!” Timo exclaims. “Congratulations to both of you.” He moves to stand up. They share hugs all around- real ones that involve plenty of shared, thankful tears.

Emma looks over at her son again, soaking in the beaming look he gives back to her. He is so happy. The happiest Emma has ever seen him look.

When the waiter comes, they order champagne and sparkling grape juice to celebrate.

Timo and Emma are getting new titles: Grandpa and Grandma ♥️

#lio x savannah #lio & lucie

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gothicprep · 1 month

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I feel like the only sorts of cities I’m built for are the ones with roughly 100k-150k people living in them. big enough to be anonymous, but small enough that people aren’t overly cold. my brother lives in savannah and every time I’ve visited him there, I think, “now that’s a city…”

the fact that it has pretty relaxed open container laws is nice too. it’s great to walk along the river while sipping a beer, and the cops can’t give you shit for it lol.

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dicnna · 1 month

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savannah smith. she/they. demi woman. › spotted at the met steps , dianna grayson , most likely listening to 7 rings by ariana grande with their airpods pro . the twenty two year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -superficial yet +glamorous to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about a dozen cameras being shoved in your face , expectations that you didn't live up to , an overzealous need for attention , and never leaving home without some bling , followed by born in rome by valentino . latest nepoupdates article talks about dianna possibly being replaced in the next season of the big apple — could the grayson wild child be too wild for reality tv? ( false ) , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .

♡ ◞ statistics.

full name: dianna camille grayson. nickname: prefers dianna only. date of birth: october 1st, 2001 ( 22 years old ). zodiac sign: libra. place of birth: manhattan, new york. current location: new york city, new york. gender: demi woman, uses she / they pronouns. sexuality: bisexual ( preference for women ). languages: english ( native ), french ( basic ). father: robert grayson. mother: octavia grayson. siblings: tba.

♡ ◞ bits and bops.

character tropes: the black sheep, the baby doll. traits: glamorous, outgoing, carefree, determined, superficial, vain, frivolous, unpredictable. likes: wearing jewelry, being the center of attention, spicy food, juliet roses, getting dolled up. dislikes: family dinners, sweating or getting hot, cheap beer, insects, enclosed spaces.

♡ ◞ background.

being a grayson came with maintaining a standard of perfection in every way. even though she was the youngest-born of six grayson siblings, dianna was of no exception to that rule. as the chief executive officer of grayson oil conglomerate, the grayson family patriarch robert always ensured that their surname and family image remained clean of any scandals.

but being the youngest grayson also meant that there was little room for dianna's own achievements to be acknowledged. dianna craved more than just approving looks and the occasional smiles from her parents when told about their excellent grades in school. it was never enough, especially since all her other siblings seemed to thrive effortlessly as well. dianna came to the conclusion that the only way to get their parents' attention was to start acting out.

dianna's rebellious acts started out small at first, and they were brushed aside most of the time and handled privately when they came. when she was sent to the principal's office after a class fight, her parents agreed that it was only because of a quarrel with a friend that could be settled easily. when their grades started slipping, their mother only advised her to do better the next time. dianna's frustration only grew throughout the years, and as they became older and more unruly, her father took her aside and told her to start behaving like a grayson or he would make her stop ... permanently. and in that moment, something in dianna snapped.

robert was livid when the headlines broke out with photos of dianna, aged sixteen, kissing multiple girls and boys in a nightclub. there were also reports of her smoking in the alley behind the club with her other underaged friends. gone was the squeaky clean image of the grayson family, and dianna felt a sense of triumph at the amount of damage control her father had to do because of her. she didn't stop, not even when she was sent to a boarding school in switzerland as a way to tame her wild behaviour, far away from the eyes of the press. they'd gotten their parent's attention — and that was all they needed.

two years at an expensive boarding school did not discipline her one bit. dianna only managed to scrape through to graduation with subpar grades and close friends by her side. coming back to new york, she knew that every gaze was on her, waiting for her to wild out again. the tension between them and their parents were still palpable, but they felt little guilt on what had happened years prior. and though dianna no longer craved her parents' attention, her defiant behaviour had become a habit and her name was once again the subject of a new scandal every other week. dianna was now known as the wild child — the anomaly of the otherwise polished grayson family. with this reputation, it cemented the contentious relationship they had with their parents.

having spent their whole life trying to prove a point, dianna didn't have much idea on what she wanted to do. all her siblings had achieved excellency by establishing careers in various fields by the time they were in their early twenties, and dianna, ever the black sheep of her family, was still out partying every night. they'd always been told they had a face and personality for the screen, but she'd never thought she'd be able to make a career out of it — until they got the offer to star in the first season of the reality show the big apple, a show centered around the lives of young socialites in new york and the drama that surrounded them.

due to their loud personality and frivolous nature, dianna received polarized reactions from viewers during the show's first season premiere. nevertheless, the show was a massive hit and the stars of the big apple were catapulted into fame. dianna suddenly found herself having various job opportunities she didn't have before — and though their future was uncertain, dianna was content with where their career was heading. as per her contract, dianna was asked to return if the big apple became a success, and the second season is currently in production.

♡ ◞ personality + headcanons.

has the personality of a reality tv star down to a T. her confidence is what attracted the showrunners to cast her in the first place. bold, carefree and talkative, her energy will light up a room. definitely an extrovert.

the personification of IDGAF — at least, about what the public and tabloids say about them — a stark contrast to the grayson family's core values, who always prioritized their public image.

determined to prove a point. can absolutely achieve something if she puts her mind to it.

not really book smart — a bit of an airhead academically. stopped paying attention in school early on as they didn't see the point of getting good grades when no one cared about them.

as stated above, she is super childish. holds grudges, kinda petty, impulsive at times, is an attention seeker and very, very vain.

can't cook for shit. if she says she's going to cook, pls call the fire department immediately. their attempts make for great tv, though.

their wardrobe is mostly black, with the occasional hues of soft pastel colors.

a constant wip, so more will be added in the future <3

♡ ◞ wanted connections.

anything and everything really, but off the top of my head: best friend, friends with benefits, rivals, flirtationship, reality show co-stars, annoyed at first sight, fake friends, good influence on dianna, bad influence on y/m, party friends !

also, someone bring her siblings PLS PLS PLS !!!

#nepofm.intro #hiii <3 #IM SO EXCITED TO INTRODUCE U TO MY NEW BABY <3

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