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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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The Return

Pairings: Dave York x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, angst, cursing, fluff, mentions of pregnancy.

Summary: Dave York disappeared out of your life just as quickly as he entered it, leaving more than just you behind. Now months later, he’s been spotted in New York. Has he come back for you or is there something else at play?

The Meeting/The Escape

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After waiting the two weeks, you packed what little you had and followed the coordinates Dave had left. You had chastised yourself on several occasions for thrusting the man but then, he hadn’t given you a reason not to. Yes, he had shown up out of the blue and disrupted your whole life but, he had been kind. There was also the fact he fucked you within an inch of your life.

Now over three months later, you were living in a small one-bed apartment in New York, a job at the local library. You’d been pissed initially, hoping you could still have worked as a medical professional in some capacity but you understood why that didn’t happen. When Dave said he had sorted everything, he meant it.

He’d deposited money in your account, set you up with a job and an apartment and even gave you a new identity. Dave hadn’t been in contact. No phone call, no text, not even a letter. It was stupid to hope, he was on the run, but you wanted to talk to him. To hear his deep voice whisper into your skin, to tell him about the…

“Y/N, can you re-catalogue these for me, I'll have to take some call from higher-ups about a donation,” Jeff your boss asks as he sidles up beside you. “Sure, no problem.” Jeff thanks you before rushing off into the office. This was the height of the excitement in here - a donation of money or books. Life had become extremely mundane compared to what you were used to.

It was a lot to adjust to.

***

Your stomach growled as you wrapped your coat around you - making your way to your favourite café. You needed a coffee and blueberry muffin and nothing was stopping you from getting it.

Standing in line to order, your eyes scan the crowd. You like people-watching, it’s the only form of entertainment you have these days - trying to figure out their life story. The line began to move again and when you finally got to the top, something caught your eye. What?!

Placing your order quickly, you move behind the old man who was engrossed in the paper. The headline and corresponding picture had caught your eye.

York on the loose!

"Breaking news: former DIA agent, David York, was spotted in New York's upper east side. Witnesses described him as wearing black slacks, a plain black shirt, and a black hoodie with combat boots. NYPD and the Department of Defense would like to remind citizens of the area that York is considered armed and dangerous, and should not be approached. Police are still hopeful York can provide evidence in the missing person case of -"

You felt faint and your knees gave out as you grabbed onto the chair for support. A few customers rushed over to help you and once you were sitting down you began to take in deep breaths. “Are you ok? Can I get you anything?” You were vaguely aware that someone was talking to you but you were in a daze. “I’m fine thank you, I’ll just take my coffee and muffin. I’ll be ok.”

Was Dave really in New York?! Would he come to find you? These were the thoughts running through your head as you made your way to Central Park. Sitting down on a free bench you tuck into your muffin when a few joggers pass.

There was nothing extraordinary about them but one seemed familiar. No, it can’t be! “Dave?!”

***

He turned around at the sound of his name and his face was a mixture of shock and awe. Standing, your coat falls open and his eyes travel down your form - widening when they see the small bump.

Your hand subconsciously rests on it as you rub soothing circles into it. “You’re pregnant?!” He gasps out as he moves slowly towards you. His eyes move back and forth between your own and the small baby bump. His hands twitch as he resists the urge to reach out and touch you.

“Yeah, I found out a month after you left. I was on the pill but it didn’t work. I would have told you but…well I had no way of contacting you.” Silence follows and you begin to feel nauseous as he just stands there staring. “I…I should get back…I was only on my lunch. It was…I’m happy you're ok.”

You turn back to the bench and throw the rubbish in the bin before grabbing your handbag. You look up at him once more - a faint smile on your face - before you turn to leave. You can hear your blood pumping through your veins and your breathing is coming in, in harsh breaths. He hadn’t planned on getting in contact with me. Why would he? I’m nothing to him.

Suddenly a hand wraps around your wrist and you turn to find him directly behind you. “I’m sorry….I’m just….I didn’t expect this. I was…”

“It’s ok, Dave. You don’t owe me anything. I helped you once and then you helped me…we’re even.” His face hardens a little before he wraps his arms around you pulling you close. “I was here because I wanted to make sure you were ok. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”

He stops as a group of joggers pass and his head shifts from side to side. “It isn’t safe…we’re to open. How about I come by later on tonight and we can talk then?” You nod your head in response and then his lips are on yours. God, you forgot he tasted so good.

“Keep your door latched, I’ll knock three times to let you know it’s me. Don’t tell anyone you’ve seen me.” Who would you tell? Then with a quick peck on your lips, he jogs off.

***

The rest of the day passes by without incident and once you finally make it home you decide to have a quick shower before making spaghetti for dinner. Maybe he’ll want some too?

Fresh out of the shower you throw on your comfiest pyjamas and make your way into the kitchen. It doesn’t take long to make the bolognaise and just as you're about to dish it up, three loud knocks on the door startle you.

Moving towards the door you open it slowly. “Hey,” he says as his eyes scan over your figure and you swear you spot a flicker of lust in his gaze. “You look…beautiful.” A blush creeps onto your face as you move aside to let him in.

“Oh, thanks…I don’t…I feel ugh. Just hormones, don’t mind me.” He smiles at you, “I remember Carol was like that…” he stops himself, realising that you probably don’t want to talk about his wife. “It’s normal..and you do…look beautiful. You’re glowing.”

“Thanks. I was just about to have dinner, if you want some?” He gives a small nod as he follows you into the kitchen. “Smells delicious. Can’t remember the last time I had a home-cooked meal.”

You both sit on the sofa and eat in silence. When you're finished, Dave takes your plate and leaves it with his on the coffee table, before turning towards you. His gaze once again drifts down to your small bump and you can see the hesitation in his eyes. “You can touch it if you want? I don’t mind.”

Reaching out slowly, he places his hands on your bump and a smile slowly spreads across his face. For a moment you think you spot tears forming in his eyes but you're not sure. “I can’t believe you're pregnant. That I’m…I’m gonna be a dad again. I always wanted to have more kids. Never thought…after everything that I’d get the chance.”

You have so many questions but you remain quiet, not wanting to interrupt the moment. He seems so happy. “I meant what I said earlier, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I had to come and see you. Granted I wasn’t gonna interact with you…I was just here to make sure you were ok and then….but I saw you today and you’re pregnant and I…I’m not gonna be able to let you go.”

His eyes are on you now, his intense stare sending shivers through your spine. “You’re still a wanted criminal though, how…I mean…are you staying?” He pulls away, his hands falling onto the couch as he turns away - his eyes focused on the wall in front of him. “I can’t..it’s too risky. I can’t put you in danger or the baby. I can be here when you give birth…if you want me to. I’ll show up when you need me but I can’t stay.”

A wave of disappointment washes over you and you can feel the tears forming in your eyes - your throat going dry. “Oh! Yeah…I mean you can be there, it's fine.” He stands suddenly and glances at you quickly before he makes his way toward the door. “I should probably go.”

No. I can’t say goodbye yet. “You can stay…if you want to I mean.” You swallow nervously as he stands there - his gaze on you once again. He begins to stalk towards you until he towers over you, his breath hot on your face. “Where will I sleep?”

You look up at him and you can see the beginnings of a sly smirk on his face. He’s playing with you. “With me.” He pulls you towards him and crashes his lips on yours in a searing kiss. An ache was building in your cunt and you needed him. Every inch of your skin burned with the need to be touched by him. Your hands slowly skimmed over his chest and into his hair - gently tugging on it and he growled into your mouth.

When you tried to pull away, his hands tightened around you. “I’ve missed you. Needed you so bad today after I saw you, all round with my child. Gonna bring you into that room and fuck you hard.”

You mewl at his words and he lifts you and carries you to your bed, where he lays you back gently. He removes his clothes quickly before admiring you. “God, you're beautiful.” A blush creeps up your neck and settles on your face. He helps you out of your pyjamas before pushing you back against the pillows - his body completely covering your own.

His hands are on either side of you, careful not to put weight on your small bump. Dave slides in and you both groan out into the room. His hips move him out of you before sliding back in - it's slow, sensual and he’s looking at you like you hung the stars.

Your bodies move as one as he makes love to you because that’s what this is. He’s not fucking you. He’s making love.

***

The following morning after a night of passion that had you both wrecked in the best way - you wake up and reach out, only to find his side empty. He’s left already?

A sob escapes your lips as you sit up and look for any trace of him in the room. There isn’t any. Slowly getting out of bed you throw on a robe - not bothering to dress - and make your way towards the kitchen when the smell of bacon hits your nose. Your stomach growls and a deep laugh draws your attention.

“Sounds like our little peanut is hungry.” You stood staring at him, shock on your face. “You’re here. You didn’t leave?”

“I’m still here, but I’ll have to go soon….look let’s just eat and then we can talk.” You nod your head, unable to speak for fear the tremble in your voice would give you away. That he would see the pain he’s causing by leaving again.

The food was delicious and once you’d both eaten and cleaned up, you moved into the sitting room to talk. Dave pulled you into his lap and caressed your cheek before placing his hand on the swell of your stomach.

“I have this place where I can go and settle down, permanently. No more being on the run. There’s also no extradition.”

“That helps,” you say with a giggle before you realise that this is probably the last time you’ll see him. Sure he’s said he’d come back for when the baby is born but, how can he?

“Hey, no sad faces ok. You didn’t let me finish. I want you to come with me, you and our little peanut. Last night….I…I love you….and I’m a selfish man….I can’t let you go, not again.”

“What?! You want me…to come with you? But…” His lips quiet you and his fingers run through your hair. Pulling back he rests his head against yours, “I know what I said, but I’ve everything sorted for you to come with me if you want that is? We will have everything we need for ourselves and our little peanut. What’s d’ya say?”

Your mind is reeling. Can I do this all over again? Start fresh? Then you look down at the man you’ve fallen in love with and he’s got nothing but adoration in his gaze. “Ok!”

“Ok, you're going to come with me?” You smile at him and nod your head, “yes, we’re going to come with you.” He pulls you into him and his lips crash against yours. “You have to pack, we have to meet my contact in an hour.”

***

Dave carried the suitcase into the kitchen when a knock at the door startled you both. On instinct, Dave pulls out his gun - his head shaking, telling you not to open it.

“Ms Y/N, it’s Robert McCall, I would like to talk to you about Mr York.” You turn to Dave and he’s stood stock still, eyes practically bulging out of his head. “Fuck!”

“What’s wrong?” Dave pulls you behind him, “he’s here to finish me off. He’s not gonna stop until I’m dead…I thought he’d move on but…”

“I know you're in there so please just let me in.” Your heart is beating erratically and you hold onto Dave as he moves towards the door. “No! Please don’t…please.”

“Baby I got to do this, it’s gonna be ok. I promise.”

Tears fill your eyes and he kisses you softly before opening the door and letting him in. “Dave.”

“McCall.” Roberts's eyes land on you and then drift down to your small bump. His eyes flicker from it to Dave and back again - putting two and two together.

“You shouldn’t have dragged her into this Dave.” Dave is beside you in seconds, shielding you from McCall. “This is between me and you, leave Y/N and our baby out of it.”

You're crying now and Dave turns quickly holding you to him, trying his best to calm you. Meanwhile, Robert watches the whole interaction and something softens within him.

“You’ve….changed!” You push past Dave and grab onto Robert - tears flowing down your face. “Please I’m begging you just let us go. Are you gonna leave our baby without a father? Haven’t you already done enough? Daves's daughters think their father is dead. Please!”

Robert regards you with a cool, calm expression before he looks towards Dave. “Fine, but if I ever see you stateside again…I’ll kill you.” Dave nods his head, thanking him as he moves behind you - his arms coming to wrap around you. Once Robert is gone Dave turns you to him and kisses you deeply. “Thank you, baby. Now, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

***

One year later…

Laying back on the lounge chair, you smile brightly at the sight of your husband playing with your nine-month-old son in the water. Dave is such a good father and he looks so happy, happier than you’ve ever seen him before.

“Someone’s hungry mama,” he says, bringing you out of your thoughts, and handing Ryan over to you. “Aw, is my little peanut hungry?” You pull down your bikini top and Ryan latches in straight away, his little hands grabbing at you.

“I think he enjoys them just as much as me,” Daves says teasingly as he comes to sit beside you.” You snort as you look down at your son - the image of his father, except he has your nose.

Dave leans over and kisses you softly on the lips. “I’ve never been happier and it’s all because of you baby. Thank you, for everything.”

“I think I should be thanking you, look what I got out of it. I love you.”

“I love you baby, and when you're ready; maybe we could try for another?” He says with a hint of a smile on his face. “Let’s just wait until he’s at least two, then we can talk about it.”

His breath is hot on the skin of your neck, “I bet I can convince you to try in less time than that.” You quirk your eyebrow at him, “wanna bet?” A growl escapes his lips as he nips at your neck, “you're on baby, you’re on.”

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smokingangelhoe · 2 years

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Reminder

Dave East x Black!Reader

Prompt: Dave needs a reminder on who he's dating

Warnings: Smut, cussing, happy ending, alcohol usage, smoking,

Your POV

"Nah cuz yo ass must be forgetting who you fuckin' wit' cuz I ain't the one nigga" I gritted as Dave and I argued

He rolled his eyes before scoffing "Man stay yo ass here ain't nobody finna beg yo ass" he said waving his hand before leaving my room

"FUCK YOU DAVE. DON'T EVEN COME BACK" I yelled

"BET" He yelled back before slamming the door

"So I need to be out the house later tonight or..." my sister questioned leaning against my doorframe

I rolled my eyes and ignored her "I'll be out for a couple of hours. You wanna come?" I said making her nod before running off

I walked into the bathroom and got dressed before taking my hair out of my bonnet. I decided just to have a bare face with some lip gloss.

I grabbed my purse and my keys with my phone "You ready lil girl" I said hearing a tiny scoff from her

I looked down the hall and smirked "Trying to be just like me" I said seeing she was in the same dress but it was black

"Shut up hoe" she said as we walked down the stairs

We walked out and I rolled my eyes at the 'Discrete' paparazzi van "Where we going" she said as we got into the car

"I'm going to my nail lady and going shopping" I said wiggling my eyebrows making her giggle

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East POV

"Bruh you bout dumb ass hell" my boy Jackson commented as we counted racks in the back of the club

I rolled my eyes and hit the blunt before passing it to him "Bruh how the hell is it my fault" I said making him chuckle

"You came in there woke her up and asked her if she wanted to tag along." he said making me shrug and nod

He shook his head "Yall been together for what 2 1/2 years and you treated like she was some bitch off the street. Nah big dawg I would've been pissed off too" he said shrugging his shoulders as he got up

"But my wifey callin' so I gotta bounce g" he said dapping me up

"Alright, I'll catch you later. You going to that party tonight" I said making him nod

"Yeah after I put in some work" he said winking

I shook my head as he walked out "Horny ass nigga" I muttered as I counted the last of the cash

"AYO-" I cut myself off as I saw it was my girl

"Ayo what nigga I own half of this shit so pipe the fuck down" she said rolling her eyes

I nodded and finished what I had to do "Ma I'm sorry" I rasped as I wrapped my arms around her from the back

She didn't respond but I quickly became angry as she took out three hefty stacks of cash "Y/n what have I told you about sellin' alone" I said trying to control my anger

She scoffed and turned around before looking up at me and pointed her acrylic at me "You must've forgotten I ain't no bitch you got off the street nigga. I dealin' shit before you came around and we built this shit together so stop actin like we didn't" she gritted before roughly pushing me back

I bit my lip and gripped her forearm before pulling her into my chest "Let me the fuck- mmmm" I smashed our lips together cutting her off

I ran my hands down her curvy body before landing my hand on her thighs. I lifted her up on the desk making her gasp against my lips. We nastily made out as her hands fumbled with my belt and I pulled up her dress.

I disconnected our lips and slowly inserted all of my inches into her "Fuck" she sighed as her head fell back

I bit my lip as I gripped her hips "This pussy is so good ma" I muttered as I saw her slick juice cover my dick

"Mhm" she hummed

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Your POV

"He's gonna kill you" my best friend chuckled

I shrugged as I slipped on my shoes "He can kiss my ass tonight" I said making her laugh

Your outfit

"Both of yall so fucking petty" she laughed

I nodded with a laugh "And what about it" I said making both of us laugh harder

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East POV

"I know she not bein' for real right now" I said as I saw y/n walk in lookin' good as hell

She looked around the club until her eyes landed on me. She smirked and looked me over "Fuck" she mouthed

I brought my drink up to my lips and took a sip before turning away from her "Let's smoke nigga" I announced

A few hours later

"Bruh I done already told you I got a girl so back the fuck off damn" I groaned as this white girl kept following me around while feeling me up

"Come on daddy I bet- SHIT" She screamed as she was suddenly pulled to the ground

"This what we doin' nigga" she said looking at me with an arched eyebrow

I shook my head "Bae it's not even like that I swear she been following me" I said making her hum

She let the girl go and gripped my arm "Babe talk to me" I groaned

She didn't say anything as we got to the car. I opened the door for her making her shake her head and open the back seat door "Get in" she said

I closed the passenger door and eyed her as I got in the backseat. She slammed the door and climbed on top making my hands immediately go to her fat ass "Babe-"

!SMACK!

"I didn't ask you to talk did I" she said

I chuckled "I know you did not just fuckin' slap me y/n" I said making her laugh as she unbuckled my jeans

Ske kept eye contact with me as she pulled out my, for now, soft dick "It looks like I need to Remind you who this dick belongs to again" she husked

Boom dick hard as steel.

I just bit my lip in response as I watched her spit in her hand before wrapping it around my dick "Fuck" I groaned softly as I laid my head back on the seat

She twisted and pulled at my dick before completely pulling away "Bruh wtf" I groaned but quickly shut up once I saw her lean over my lap and put her hair in a ponytail

She looked up at me as she teasingly ran her tongue over my tip "Babe" I groaned as she slapped it against her tongue

"Hmm" she hummed before taking my lip into her mouth making me buck my hips

"Shit" I planted one hand on her ass

She giggled before taking my whole length without a problem. My eyes rolled back as she bobbed her head up and down at a fast pace "Oooh fuck" I moaned

She tapped my thigh making me look down at her with teary eyes. We kept intense eye contact as she lifted her mouth off of me "You gon nut daddy" she asked innocently as she jacked me off with both of her hands

My mouth dropped and I nodded "Fuck" I groaned as she latched her mouth onto my tip and sucked harshly

I squeezed her ass and my legs shook slightly as I came in her mouth earning a moan from her "Oh shit" I sighed as I lightly twitched

I heard her giggle "I'm not done" she said making my head snap to her

"Babe...." I trailed off as she took off her dress leaving her butt ass naked

Thank the heavens for tinted windows and that we're in a closed-off area

"Mmm" she hummed with a smirk as she climbed on my lap

I smashed our lips together earning a moan from her "Take it off" she muttered

I pulled back and ripped off my shirt "God damn" she said as her acrylic nails raked down my chest to my stomach

She lifted herself up before lining me up and lowering herself all the way down "So big" she breathed

I gripped her ass before smacking both cheeks "Ride it" I demanded making her laugh before wrapping her hand around my neck

"You not in charge nigga" she said grinding on me

I closed my eyes exhaling "You mad" she teased

I opened my eyes and quickly flipped us so she was under me "You play too fuckin' much" I gritted as I took off my pants and boxer with my sneakers

"Mhm you the one flirtin' with bitches" she said making me roll my eyes

I gripped her hips and pushed my full length into her making her back arch off of the seat "Why would I be flirtin' when I got you" I grunted as I slowly thrust into her

She moaned in response and threw her head back "You better not be nigga" she gritted as her nails raked down my back

I shook my head with a chuckle "How you still tryin' to talk when I'm deep in yo guts huh" I husked as I sped my hips up

Her mouth dropped in a silent scream as her eyes rolled back "DAVE" She screamed

I bit my lip and slid my thumb into her mouth before bringing it down to her clit rubbing it roughly "OOOH SHIIIIT" She screamed as I roughly hit her g-spot

"Cum on I feel you ma. Cum on your dick" I cooed as I planted light kisses on her slightly wet neck

She thrashed against the seat as her nails dug into my back "FUUUCK" she creamed around my dick making me moan

I sat on my knees and put her legs on my shoulders "Grind on it" I husked as I kissed her legs and feet

She did as I said and clenched around me "Baby" I moaned as I felt my stomach tighten

"Cum in yo pussy daddy" she whimpered as she played with her clit

I lightly bit her leg as my eyes rolled back "Fuck" I grunted as I came inside of her

"Oooh fuck" she whimpered at the feeling

I slowly pulled out and bit my lip at the sight of my cum oozing out of her "Take me home" she moaned as she played with her clit

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Next Morning

Your POV

I woke up sore as fuck "Fuck" I groaned quietly as the sun shined through the open window

Ahh we fucked against there I thought to myself

I looked over and saw dave knocked out with heavy snores leaving his mouth making me smirk "Put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil" I muttered to myself

I shook my head at myself and slowly got out of bed "Big ass dick for no reason" I said wobbling to the bathroom

I took a shower and did my morning routine before wrapping myself in a robe and heading downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and started on some breakfast.

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I jumped slightly as I felt strong arms wrap around my waist "I'm sorry" I bit my lip at the sound of Dave's morning voice and his minty breath

"Nah cuz what the fuck been up with you" I sighed making his grip tighten on me

"You remember that truck that went missing a couple of weeks ago" he questioned making me nod "We found some footage of your step sister taking it" he said softly rubbing my stomach

I gripped the plate and felt my eye twitch before relaxing as he planted kisses on neck "Stop hidin' shit please" I sighed and I felt him frown into my neck before nodding

"I promise" he whispered

"Now let's eat" I said

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Soooooooo....yeah

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ingeniousmindoftune · 2 years

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Who I’m wanting to write about

1. Dave East

2. Another Rio fic

3. Manny Montana

4. Oscar Diaz

5. Julio Macias

6. Method Man

7. Henry cavill

8. Michael B Jordan

9. Yahya Abdul MANTEEN II

10. Other black actors.

11. Lil Meechie

12. Sebastian Stan

13. Chris Evans

14. Jason Momoa

15. Roman Reigns

16. Uso Twins

17. The Rock

18. Lenny Kravitz

And more

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essaysbyciara · 4 years

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@essaysbyciara x archive/masterlist

Peace, family! First, welcome to this here Tumblr! Secondly, did I say “what up?!” I’ve accumulated a gang of new followers (again, heeyyyyyyyyy!) so I wanted to put together a masterlist of all of my writing stuffs on this here app.

I do chapter fanfic and shorts about love, relationships and the BS that comes with it. I specialize in what the streets have called “smut thoughts”; I don’t write smut but I get somewhat close to the line so if you’re looking for an alternative to smut fic, I might be your girl. I typically write about whatever fine-ass Black man is warming my spirits at the moment. Right now, I’m lusting over Trevante Rhodes, Y’lan Noel, Michael B. Jordan (and Killmonger), Yahya Abdul-Mateen II and Dave East.

Enough with the intros ... below is my stuff. I’ll update with every new work. Peace and blessings.

THY NEIGHBOR [COMPLETE] Trevante Rhodes/Y’lan Noel; Michael B. Jordan, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II (recurring)

Thy Neighbor tells the story of two neighbors, Trevante and Ciara, who meet after a moment of tragedy. As their friendship - and maybe more -- blossoms, Ciara wonders if she can keep up with her new love life -- and her vow of celibacy.

[Chapter 1][Chapter 2][Chapter 3][Chapter 4][Chapter 5 + 6][Chapter 7 + 8][Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11][Chapter 12] [Chapters 13 + 14][Chapter 15] [Chapter 16] [Chapter 17][Chapters 18 + 19] [WATTPAD]

THY NEIGHBOR II: LOVIN’ THE CREW [COMPLETE] Trevante Rhodes/Y’lan Noel/Winston Duke; Michael B. Jordan, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II (recurring)

Ciara and Trevante’s journey continues with cameos from her past and maybe her future.

[Prologue] [Chapters 1 + 2] [Chapters 3 + 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapters 7 + 8] [Chapters 9 + 10] [Chapters 11 + 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapters 14 + 15][Chapter 16] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] [Chapters 19 + 20] [Chapter 21] [WATTPAD]

IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME [IN PROGRESS] Nebraska “Brasco” Williams (Trevante Rhodes)

It may be time to create some new memories with your old high school crush.

SOUNDTRACK | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

OLD HABITS DIE HARD [COMPLETE] Yahya Abdul-Mateen II/Dave East

Last summer, you and Dave, a friend of the family and “guy from the neighborhood”, had a sweet-and-sexy fling. Things end abruptly and in the weeks that followed, you would meet Yahya, a civil rights attorney and later your fiance. Now it’s time for him to meet the family and a reunion with Dave looms in the horizon. What could go wrong?

(1) NEW MESSAGE [COMPLETE] Yahya Abdul-Mateen II

“But this one gives a damn about me but doesn’t want to meet me in person because, I think, he doesn’t want anything to do with a woman that looks like me. And it’s all conjecture and it kills me. He doesn’t even know me.”

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

LAYTON ROAD: A KILL x READER SERIES [COMPLETE] Erik “Killmonger” Stevens

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I Love You (Part Fifty-Eight) -- Aaron Hotchner

Written By: @desperately-bisexual

Request: None.

Warnings: SMUT!! Cursing. Dom/sub relationship. Dirty talk. Bondage (belts). Sex toy (vibrator). Edging. Impregnation kink. The reader does go by they/them pronouns, however, Hotch refers to them as female when saying “good girl”. Drugging(s).

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Greenaway!Reader

Word Count: 9646

Timeline: A few weeks after part fifty-seven.

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Mine and Hotch’s anniversary was approaching, and even though we had vacation days saved up, we decided that we weren’t going to take time off to celebrate. It was going to be over the weekend, but still. If Strauss wanted to call us in for a case, we were going to show up. But, Rossi didn’t want me and Hotch to worry about it because our anniversary was more important, according to him, so he told us that he wanted us to focus on each other and not work. On Friday afternoon, Rossi showed up at our door, and without warning, he put a ring of keys in Hotch’s hand while saying, “No work. Not a single second of it. I want a figlioccio (godson) before I die or so help me.” When we asked what all of this was about, he dodged by giving us an address and strict orders to stay away until Tuesday morning.

“Dave, what is this?” Hotch questioned, turning the keys over in his hand.

He explained that he still had a place out in New York City that he didn’t use anymore. It was all ours for the weekend so that “Mom and Dad can have a little alone time.” I blushed at his comment. Our strict orders to stay away included a less than “veiled” threat that he would go to the Director himself and have us fired on the spot. I remembered thinking to myself that he was being a little hyperbolic, but I understood his point.

So, when Morgan showed up an hour later—something that was apart of Rossi’s plan all along, it seemed—we packed a few bags, got in the car, and we started driving up to New York City. Morgan had apparently asked if he could babysit Scarlet and Jack with Jessica while we were gone; but Hotch seemed absolutely terrified that we would come home to a burning house, even though I was insisting that it would be fine. I trusted Morgan. I knew that he wouldn’t actually let anything happen to our kids, especially since I got to see up close how good he was with Scar while Hotch was gone in the Middle East. One day, he was going to be a great dad. Besides, Jessica was going to be there, which meant that Hotch really had no reason to worry because we trusted her around our kids all these years, and Morgan was just like another big kid. She could wrangle all three of them, if she needed to.

When we arrived at Rossi’s place, I felt my jaw practically hit the ground. When he said he had a place in New York fucking City, I just assumed it was a small apartment, since that was the extent of what most of the city could afford. But not David Rossi. Not the Italian millionaire who insisted on spending his money on small, stupid, worthless things, like cigars and expensive pancetta. I should have known. If he was going to buy a place out there, he was going to go above and beyond, and he was only going to give me and Hotch the best of the best. That was why he gave us the keys to this place for the weekend. It was a huge floor-through apartment on the top floor of one of the nicest buildings around. Getting up there was a challenge, but it was also fairly simple, in some weird way. There was a doorman, and there was security which we had to check in with since we were unfamiliar faces. However, once we mentioned David Rossi, everyone’s demeanor changed. They all started apologizing for the inconvenience, and they were practically begging us to tell them if we ever needed anything… even though we really wouldn’t need anything at all. We just wanted to get upstairs. So, they all magically left us alone.

Up in the apartment, Hotch and I couldn’t help but laugh at how big and ostentatious it was. This felt absolutely ridiculous Was it necessary? No. However, was it incredibly nice? Yes. It was a relief to be alone again with no work, no friends, no kids, and absolutely no worries. It was just me, him, and an ugly bear rug in the living room.

Hotch let go of the bags he had brought up before turning and sweeping me off my feet. I gasped then giggled. It had caught me so off guard, but now that I was in his arms, I didn’t care about anything else in the world. All I could think about was his eyes. They were staring right into mine, searching for little signs that told him how much I loved him. And that was when I noticed a familiar sparkle in his eyes. It was the sparkle that said he loved me so fucking much that he’d die for me, but also that he would do anything I wanted for me… everything.

I kissed his jawline, just under his earlobe. “I brought the black box,” I whispered seductively.

“Oh, really?”

“Mhm.”

“You don’t want to see the city or get dinner first?”

“No, Sir.”

He set me down on my feet. “Find the bedroom while you’re getting undressed.” He spun me around so that I could lay eyes on the hallway where the bedroom could be. As I took my first step in that direction, I felt him slap my ass, making me giggle, and he chuckled. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I said, taking off my shirt slowly while walking, then turned to throw it at him.

I picked up my pace. Kicking off my shoes, then sliding out of my socks, I could spot the bedroom in the distance, the door wide open, practically inviting us inside after a long day of driving, and what was sure to be a long night, too. Racing down the hallway, I hopped and shimmied out of my pants, catching myself on one of the walls every time I wobbled and nearly tipped over. I was standing in just my panties and bra now when I entered the bedroom, finding the forest green comforter that I sank into as I jumped onto it.

That was when I heard shuffling outside. I bit my lip, hurrying to reach behind me so that I could unclasp my bra before Hotch could come in and scold me for not obeying his command by getting undressed faster. As my bra fell, I tossed it to the side. Just as I saw his shadow creep towards me, I laid down and lifted my hips up so that I could push my panties down, and then set them to the side for him, if he wanted to use them as a gag, or if he wanted to put them in his pocket, or even if he just wanted to disregard them entirely by throwing them onto the floor.

“Look at you,” he teased lightly, his voice lower than usual. There was his Dom space. I recognized it immediately without even having to look over at him. “So good for me, baby.” I dared to glance at him with a smile creeping onto my face. “Put your hands at your sides for me. Keep your legs together.” I did as I was told. I wasn’t willing to rock the boat just yet, though I knew I would once the opportunity presented itself. “My good, obedient, eager whore.”

I melted at his words. “Yes, Sir,” I croaked, even though I meant to sound confident. I swallowed hard and tried again. “I’m your good, obedient, eager whore.”

He grinned ear to ear. After taking a second to admire me as I was sliding into sub space, Hotch looked around the room for somewhere to set the black box. When he had decided on the desk to my left, he headed there without saying anything. I was so anxious. I wasn’t sure if it was because we were somewhere other than our bedroom at home, or if it was the fact that we had both slid into our respective headspaces so easily, or if it might’ve had to do with the fact that Halloween had only been a couple of weeks ago and I was still entirely obsessed with everything we had done before we were interrupted by the kitchen timer downstairs. Was he going to punish me like he had that day? Was he going to reward me for being so good to him? Would I even get his cock at all? So many questions were swirling through my head, and I wasn’t getting any answers just by watching him dig through the black box.

Hotch approached the bed with two belts in hand. My eyes widened as I watched him expertly loop one of the belts up to make homemade handcuffs. Without even having to demand anything of me, I stuck my hands out in front of me, and he smiled while sliding the belt onto my wrists before tightening it as much as he could. I hissed. His smile didn’t fade in response, though—in fact, it only seemed to grow. As he pushed me onto my back, a wicked smirk replaced his grin. Curiosity and anxiety were coursing through me because I had no idea what was about to come. There was still another belt lying there. But Hotch didn’t go for it yet. He stepped away to grab something else from the black box. When he turned back around, I saw that he was holding a hitachi wand—actually, our only one, though Hotch insisted we should get another just so he could torture me even more, to which I told him no in order to spare myself.

The wand started to buzz after he plugged it into the outlet next to the bed and under the bedside table. I tensed at the sound. This wasn’t going to be good. I almost regretted bringing the entire black box with me in the first place, because now that we were there, I could see in hindsight that it was going to be a very long weekend for me. We had only just gotten to the apartment, and Hotch already had me in sub space. Tuesday felt like a millennium away.

“You don’t cum without permission, slut. Understand?”

I nodded eagerly. “Yes, Sir.”

“You’ll hold it if I tell you to.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl…” he muttered, finally hovering the wand over my left nipple until I could barely feel it. I moaned lightly. “You don’t have to be quiet, baby. We’ve got the whole floor to ourselves.” He leaned over me. “And no one’s going to stop this.” He trailed the wand over to my other nipple, rolling it around until it was hard. I bit back a moan. Hotch grabbed my cheeks roughly in his hand and said, “Don’t hold back. Stop that.” But I didn’t let go of my lip. He squinted at me. “You’re really going to be a brat right now? Of all times? Now?” I didn’t answer him. Hotch growled lightly under his breath, sitting up and pulling the wand away from me entirely. “Fine. I won’t let you cum, then.”

“No—” I immediately tried to apologize, but Hotch stopped me with another glare.

“What did you just say?”

I tried to make myself small, hiding myself as far into the mattress as I could. “Sorry, Sir.”

“It’s too late for that.” He turned off the toy before settling it between my thighs, pressing it up against my bare, soaking wet pussy. I rolled my hips. “Stop moving.” I didn’t stop, though. In response, Hotch slapped my thigh harder than I was anticipating, making me yelp. “I said, stop moving, brat. Don’t make me tell you again.”

With the vibrator sitting between my thighs, he moved my legs so that they were pressed together, keeping the toy there without any work. And then it finally made sense as to why there was another belt. I watched as Hotch took the length of the brown belt in his hands, smoothing it out until he found each end, and he pulled it taught, making me flinch. He smirked. We both knew what he was planning on doing with that, and while the thought was certainly appealing to him, I knew that it wasn’t any good for me.

“Lift your knees,” he ordered.

I bent my knees upward just enough so that he could slide the belt under my thighs, and then he pushed my legs down roughly in order to tie the belt around my legs, completely prohibiting me from spreading my legs. The worst part was, Hotch had tied it just over the wand, which meant that no matter how much I squirmed, no matter what I did in an attempt to make it stop, the wand wasn’t going to budge away from my clit. It was going to stay there until Hotch was through with watching me suffer.

As I suspected, Hotch turned on the toy, making me jolt in response to the sudden overwhelming stimulation that was coursing through me. The worst part was… it was on the highest setting. He wasn’t starting out easy, and he wasn’t giving me a chance to relax or get into it. He knew what I wanted. He knew why we were there. He knew what would destroy me. He wasn’t going to take it easy on me.

“So sensitive,” he whispered to himself, dragging his fingertips up and down my thigh as slowly and lightly as he could.

I gasped as the toy hit a sensitive spot. Without thinking, I rolled around and cursed, “Fuck, Aaron.”

He grabbed my hip, making me settle on my back again. “Manners.”

But that wasn’t the point of having the entire weekend to ourselves, now was it? No. The point was that it was just us, without kids or work for once, and I could do whatever I wanted as long as it got him riled up enough to keep us both in bed until Tuesday. There was one thing that would work. Since getting married and having kids, it was really hard for me to maintain my brattiness because any moment we did get alone had to be fairly quick, because who knew when Scarlet would start fussing up again, or if Jack would need something, or if the office would call with a new case? If we wanted any adult time together, it had to be fairly fast and simple. But now there were three days and four nights ahead of us where I could finally be a tease again, just like old times. Like on the plane to St. Louis… How I missed those days. The tiniest thing I’d do would trigger Hotch, setting him into Dom space, giving him any and every excuse to punish me. I almost wished we could go back in time. Not that I would give Scarlet up for anything… but… those early months of dating were so simple and free. For just this weekend, we could afford to be like that again.

So, I did what any good brat would do. I looked him dead in the eye, and I said, “Make me.”

Hotch’s entire demeanor changed. He was already angry with how quickly I went from being his “good, obedient, eager whore” to the brat that was willing to challenge him on every little thing, just because I could. This anger was different. The look that washed over him reminded me of the good old days. We had just started dating, and I told him all about the black box and what it meant to be a Dom, and he just… There was this look of hunger he had when I got bratty. He used to jump me any chance he got—not that he didn’t anymore; it was just different now. But I saw it just then. I saw it as the words left my mouth, and I was immediately filled with regret.

He shook his head while walking to the black box again. “’Make me’,” he muttered, chortling. “’Make me’. Huh. Sure. Yeah…” He grabbed something from the box. “I thought I wanted to hear you scream for me,” he turned with a ball gag in hand, “but now that I know exactly what I’m going to do with you, I don’t think I want to hear your pathetic cries for me to stop or slow down…” He kneeled on the bed, forcing my jaw open with a rough grip on my cheeks. He shoved the gag into my mouth and quickly fixed together the buckle under my hair. “’Make me.’ You don’t get manners at all now. No, ‘Please, Sir’,” he mimicked my pathetic, pleading voice whenever he was edging me, “and no ‘Stop, Sir’, or ‘Sir, I can’t take it anymore!’ because you’ll take whatever I give to you.” He pressed the vibrator against me as hard as he could, tightening the belt around my thighs to make sure it would stay like that. “And no fucking cumming.”

A shiver ran down my spine as I kept squirming my fingers stretching for the toy that was torturing me. It was brutal. The highest setting was stimulating me to the point that my legs were all ready shaking, and I was a whimpering mess behind the gag. I was going to get close soon. I kept stretching my fingers for the wand, trying to pull it away just to catch a break because I didn’t want him to edge or ruin me. Some part of me wanted this to all be on my terms so that I could just find relief by climaxing, but Hotch wasn’t going to give me that satisfaction.

Hotch intertwined his fingers with mine to stop me from reaching. I squeezed his hands. My hips bucked, my head thrown back into the mattress, and I let out a scream. All he did was snicker. I was so close already—Fuck, fuck, fuck!

He turned it off just as I got to the edge. I thrashed around more violently this time, pissed that the stimulation was gone just when I needed it most, but Hotch and I kept holding hands, refusing to let go. He chuckled and brushed my hair out of my face.

“Is it bad that I want to see you cry?” he asked me.

I whimpered. “Sir—”

He turned the toy back on. “I think we’ll keep edging until you cry. Maybe then you’ll have learned that your place is to use honorifics, and that’s it.”

“Sir—”

“Shhh…”

I wiggled my hips to make the toy flick across my clit, which only made the stimulation 10x better, which was taking to the brink faster. “Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir—” I screamed again when he turned it off.

“You have to go slower, baby girl. The faster you edge, the worse it’ll be.”

“I hate you,” I mumbled behind the gag, drool running down my chin.

“No, you don’t.” He turned it back on, but this time on a speed that was much slower, making it harder and longer for me to edge. “God, you look so pretty.” He leaned down to take my nipple in his mouth. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, making me moan pleasantly instead of screaming like I had been. I melted into the bed. “So, so pretty for me…” He kissed the other one. And then his phone started ringing, startling the both of us. He groaned and sat up to turn it off, but he froze when he spotted the same. “It’s Sean,” he told me with a confused yet worried tone. “Stay here.”

I whimpered and tugged at the restraints as he started walking out of the room. He answered the call and closed the door behind him. I moaned out as the vibrations hit a sore spot on my clit. Now that he was gone, he wasn’t there to stop me from wriggling around, so I started twisting and turning while trying to find a way to release myself or get the vibrator to move off my clit just to give me a break. But there was no way out. The son of a bitch tied it to my thighs so hard that moving only made it worse. I whimpered around the ball gag again as my orgasm started to build again. At least he wasn’t there to take it away now. He would never know. If I just raced towards my climax, I could finish before he’d come back… Yeah. That was a good idea…

The door burst open just as I thought I could get away with it. I shook my head and cried, knowing that he was going to take it away as soon as possible, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. “I am so sorry, baby,” he apologized sincerely. I looked at him with wide, curious eyes. He wasn’t apologizing in a teasing way. Hell, he wasn’t even in Dom space anymore. Something happened with Sean on the phone. “I have to go.” He stretched over the bed to turn off the vibrator. I moaned as I edged, throwing my head against the mattress. “I’m sorry…” He started unclasping the belt around my hips so that he could pull the toy away. “Sean’s in trouble.”

“Gag,” I tried telling him, though it was muffled and hardly coherent. Hotch somehow understood, because the second the rope was loose enough for me to wiggle out on my own, Hotch reached behind my head to unbuckle the ball gag.

“Don’t talk yet,” he warned worriedly, grabbing onto my jaw to hold it open so that I wouldn’t hurt myself. When the gag was out, Hotch set it on the bed. “Just relax.” He slowly helped my jaw close. “I’m going to make this up to you, I swear—”

I shook my head and sat up. “What’s wrong with Sean?”

Hotch sighed and shifted on the bed so that he could uncuff my hands. “I’m not entirely sure. I just need to meet with him and take care of it—”

“I’ll go with you.”

He shook his head. “No. He’s my burden, and I— I feel bad for leaving you like this—”

“Hotch, this doesn’t matter while Sean’s in trouble. You’ll make it up to me later, just like you said. Your messes are my messes. Remember?”

Hotch threw the belts next to the ball gag. “I’m so sorry.”

I smiled lightly at him. “If it makes you feel any better, you’ve edged me worse before.”

He chuckled and pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes falling shut. “I will make this up to you.”

I kissed him quickly. “I’ll clean up and then we’ll go.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” I kissed him again, then wiggled off the bed, hurrying to the bathroom. “Sean Hotchner…” I sighed to myself. If he weren’t my brother-in-law, I would have killed him myself. Acting like this was alright in front of Aaron was easy, but the truth was that I was frustrated… in more than one way.

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The Edinburg was where we were meeting us with Sean. As we pulled up to the club, we saw the cops, medics, and witnesses all standing around in the cold, trying to wrap up the scene. Sean spotted us right as we got out of the car. We approached the barricade around the club, flashing our credentials to the cops that were trying to keep us out, and they let us pass through without any problems.

“Thank you, guys, so much for coming,” Sean said, dropping his cigarette on the ground and putting it out by grinding the toe of his shoe against it.

“I didn’t think you were allowed to smoke in public in New York,” Hotch said coldly to his brother.

He slowly started sliding his arm around the small of my back, pulling me close. He hadn’t finished dropping yet, I could tell, and he probably wouldn’t for a bit because his mind was still racing with what we had been doing—and I knew that because I was still thinking about it, too. We were supposed to be there for Sean. He called us, asking for help, and that was what we were supposed to be there for, but the endorphins were still coursing through us which was why we hadn’t settled down to completely focus on Sean yet. We just had to give it a few more minutes.

“You’re not even going to warm up to the big brother act?”

“I figured that it would save us time. You called during our anniversary.”

“So, that’s why you guys are up here.”

“Yeah. Care to tell us what we’re doing here now?”

“The girl I told you about, the one who died, her name was Anna. The cops think that she OD’d, but I’m not… I’m not so sure. She was bleeding everywhere, Aaron. I mean, out of her eyes, her nose, her ears. You don’t do that when you’re overdosing.”

“And you would know?”

“Aaron!” I hissed.

That was rude. I knew that Hotch was done with Sean, he had said that much since Haley’s death, and even when Sean showed up to our wedding, they didn’t talk, but he had no right to say that. Sean was his own person. If he was struggling and needed help, we should’ve been a safe space for him to turn to. But if Hotch kept this ‘tude up, Sean wouldn’t have anyone.

Sean shook off the comment to continue telling us what happened. “My manager wouldn’t let me call 911 until I got her outside so that the club wouldn’t be liable; but by then, she was already dead.”

“Is this the first time this has happened here?” I asked.

“No… My girlfriend, Linda Heying, she died last week the same exact way.”

“She didn’t abuse or anything?” Hotch questioned.

“No. She drank, but after—” He stopped himself so that he could tread lightly. “After something that happened a few months ago, the two of us got clean, and we stopped using.”

“Using what?”

“Not the point, Hotch,” I whispered. I looked at Sean again. “Do you know of a third one?” Without a third case, it wasn’t federal, which meant that we couldn’t take it. But Sean nodded, which meant that the case was ours now if we wanted it. I sighed and looked at Hotch. “Rossi’s going to kill us.”

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While the team was on the plane, Garcia called to let us know that there was a similar situation in another club just after the victim at The Edinburg. Six people died of apparent drug overdoses, but they had been bleeding the same way Anna and Linda had. So, this had turned serial in less than a night. Whatever had been tampered with—drugs or alcohol, probably the latter considering that Sean was adamant that Linda didn’t do drugs at the time of her death—had made its way into both clubs on the same night. The likelihood that it could be found elsewhere was rising. If we didn’t act fast, this was going to get out of control.

The team was discussing the case and the profile on the jet without us, though. Hotch and I were holed up in the Field Office that we hadn’t stepped foot into since the bombing five years ago. It honestly felt as if no time had passed at all. We had shown up at the office, and everyone was taken aback by how much Kate looked like Haley, and everyone was convinced that her and Hotch had a history—and I was sure of it, too, because they didn’t act like friends all. Kate was always hanging around Hotch, hugging him every chance she got, talking privately and intimately with him, only valuing his opinion. Hotch told me that I was crazy, though. He convinced me into thinking that him and Kate had never done anything, and I believed him, and it never even crossed my mind again until he finally fessed up a couple of months back when I asked him to lay out all of the lies. They did have a history together, but it meant nothing to him. They were just friends in his mind. During that very case, he lost his friend. He lost someone who meant a great deal to him, someone who reminded him of Haley, and at the time, we thought about how hard it would have been to see Haley bleeding out like Kate had, thinking that it would never happen. We were so naïve back then.

I held onto Hotch’s hand when he started fidgeting and bouncing his knee. It was hard for him to be back and to not see Kate, to know that both her and Haley were now gone, and that I was all he had left. He brought my knuckles to his lips and placed a ginger kiss against them as a silent thank you for sitting silently with him.

“We should talk to Sean since he knows the most about the other victims.” He pushed himself to his feet before he could continue overthinking, and he immediately walked towards the interrogation room where Sean was sitting.

“Hotch—”

He closed the door on me, though, so the only way I could spy on them was by heading into the mirror room. Hotch sat down across from his brother. “Six kids bled out last night, just like the others. How well do you know these people that you’re working with, Sean? I mean, they wanted to avoid a liability by dragging a victim out of the building before deciding to help.”

“Listen, Thane hooked me up with the job a couple of months ago. What comes with that is bartending, cleaning, and looking the other way when something’s going down. Linda and I started dating a few weeks after that.”

“By looking the other way, did you suspect that any of the employees were dealing?”

“No. Just buying.”

“What was it that you were addicted to?”

“Aaron—”

“You need to be honest with me right now, Sean, if I’m going to help you.”

Sean sighed and sat back in his chair, wiping his face clean with his palms. After collecting himself, he dared to look back at Hotch. “Cocaine.”

“And you’ve stopped.”

“Yes?”

“And you’re not involved in anything illegal?”

Sean’s posture changed to something stronger, more adamant, but his eyes kept shifting as he answered, “Yes, but I’m not!” He was lying. Through and through, no doubt about it, he was lying.

Hotch noticed it, too, because he left the interrogation room without another word. When he opened the door, I saw Strauss and Rossi coming in just behind him. They must’ve had a long drive from the jet.

Rossi crossed his arms over his chest. “We just got off the phone with Reid, Morgan, and JJ on our way here. Apparently, they found out that the drugs are made up of PMMA, which is a highly lethal drug with delayed results, so Reid thinks that all of the victims weren’t getting high, which was why they kept taking more and more until they overdosed.”

“This is the first time we’ve found evidence of PMMA in the United States,” Strauss said, “and the Director wants it gone. Did your brother tell you anything?” Strauss asked Hotch. He shook his head. “Well, he has to know something, right? Agent Greenaway said he was lying.”

“About something else—”

“He could be hiding things from us. He might not talk to you because you’re family, so, Dave, I want you to give it a shot.”

Rossi shrugged and immediately reached for the door, seeing no problem with going in. Sean didn’t know Rossi. Whenever he had actually been around to meet the BAU, it was while Gideon was around—and the wedding didn’t count because Sean spent all of his time at the open bar. Rossi was a stranger. Sean probably knew how to get away with lying—or at least thought he did—but with Rossi, he would be thrown off his game, which would potentially give us an edge.

So, we watched from behind the mirror.

“Where’s Aaron?” Sean asked as Rossi sat down across from him.

“In cases where family’s involved, we like to have an unbiased agent perform an interview for another perspective.”

“Am I a suspect?”

That was an interesting question to ask. I mean, if he were innocent, he wouldn’t have asked a question at all, he would have waited for Rossi to proceed so that he could just answer all of the questions as honestly as possible. Asking a question made him seem guilty. The way he shifted in his seat uncomfortably, too, was a red flag.

“Should you be?” Rossi asked, squinting suspiciously. Sean rolled his eyes. “How well did you know the second victim, Linda?”

“We used to date.”

“’Used to’?”

“Yes. Before she died.”

“You know, that’s funny,” Rossi sat back, “because most people would say, ‘We were dating when she died’. But you referred to your relationship as though it had been a past tense situation before her death. Am I right?”

Sean nodded. “Yeah. We broke up after we had a fight.”

“Over?”

Strauss turned to look at Hotch, distracting us from the interrogation. As she asked, “Aaron, do you think you’ll still be able to work this case? I need to know,” Rossi asked another question about the argument when Sean didn’t respond at first. What Sean answered with caught Hotch off guard.

“My using… I stopped, though, because of her.”

“When was that?”

“Two months ago.”

“Any relapses?’

Hotch stormed out of the room. I tried chasing after him, but the door slammed on my face slowing me down. I could hear Hotch yelling at Sean from the hallway. “You’d rather not say?! I asked you about this earlier and you said it didn’t matter! People are dying, Sean!” I stumbled into the room, running into Hotch’s back. His stance didn’t waver. “What was it? Heroin? PCP?”

“Jesus, Aaron, who do you think I am?!” Sean exclaimed.

“Clearly, I don’t know!”

“Hotch,” I whispered, grabbing a hold of his bicep, trying to pull him out of the room with me. “Hotch, stop,” I pleaded. “Aaron!” I finally pulled him out of the room and slammed the door behind us again. “Stop this right now! Stop!”

“He’s been lying to us—”

“Which seems to be a running theme in your family.”

Hotch stopped in his tracks. “Y/N—”

“You’re staying out of this until we’re done dealing with Sean—”

“—Y/N—”

“You’re done! Go wait in the boardroom.” I pushed him away, making him stumble towards the room where the team was just walking into. He opened his mouth to say something else. “Go!” I sighed as Hotch officially turned around, his head lowered in shame, and he wandered off. “Sean Hotchner… You motherfucker…” I opened the door again and stepped in. I sat beside Rossi. “Sean, listen to me.” He stared at me. “You need to tell me and Rossi the truth right now before we let Hotch come in and actually deal with you the way he wants. If it were up to him, he would have cut you off years ago and blocked your number. If he comes back into this room, I guarantee you he’s finally going to do it. So, we need the truth. Right now.”

“It was ecstasy!” Sean yelled over me. It was like he was trying to prove something, though I wasn’t sure what. “I got it from Thane.”

“Your boss? The same guy who told you not to call the cops until the dead woman was outside of his bar. You didn’t think to mention that earlier? That’s a lead—”

“Thane may be a dumbass, but he doesn’t kill people.”

“Does it not occur to you that if Thane is the one with access to the drug supply, he might also have access to the person who is doing this, then?”

Sean froze. The entire room was silent as it dawned on him that Linda’s murderer had been under his nose the entire time. “I… I didn’t… How could I…” He fell silent again.

There was a knock on the window to our right, making Rossi and I look over. It was Hotch. I rolled my eyes, thinking that he was asking to come back in, probably after convincing himself that he could be calm about it, which we all knew he couldn’t. But then he held up a case file. There had been another incident. Rossi and I excused ourselves from the conversation with Sean and headed out to the hall, waiting until the door fell shut behind us to ask what happened.

A family was found dead in their house by their daughter who was returning from school. They were on the floor, bleeding from every crevice imaginable, but they were already gone by the time paramedics got there. The thing was, they were a nuclear family in an upper-class neighborhood. They weren’t high risk at all. Why would they take ecstasy in the middle of the day?

“That’s why I’m sending you, Morgan, and Reid,” Hotch said. “The rest of us are going to stay here and keep looking into PMMA and where it’s coming from.”

So, that was how Reid, Morgan, and I ended up in a living room covered in blood and puke, a crying girl sitting in an ambulance outside, covered by a shitty trauma blanket. There wasn’t a single hint of ecstasy anywhere. Morgan and I searched the house while Reid tried profiling the parents, and the family as a whole. According to him they were a happy family. It didn’t seem like they had any problems beyond mild marital issues, which he discovered when he found the bill for couple’s counseling hidden underneath the mother’s journal in her bedside table.

“Nothing here suggests that these two would ever try any drugs, even marijuana,” Morgan said. We were standing in the kitchen now, looking around. “So, why would they suddenly use ecstasy and know how to properly dispose of it before anyone could find it?”

“Maybe they didn’t do X,” I said, shrugging.

“They had been drinking…” Spencer muttered to himself, grabbing a napkin to pick up a wine bottle that was sitting on the counter. I opened the dishwasher to see two wine glasses in there. He was right. “They probably just got home from work, decided to unwind before their daughter would come home.” Spencer carefully set down the bottle, then raced to go find Gina for a drug testing vial. When he returned, he used the dropper to suck up a bit of the wine, then squeezed it into the vial. It immediately turned blue, letting us know that it had been dosed with PMMA. Spencer stood up straight. “The Unsub wants to increase his body count. He doesn’t care who he hurts. There’s probably dozens to hundreds of spiked bottles still out there.”

“Should we put out a warning?” I asked.

“And create mass hysteria?” Morgan scoffed. “We have no concrete proof that there’s more of these bottles out there. We should start by tracking this bottle, then go from there.”

I nodded an agreement. “I’ll call Hotch to let the team know that we’re looking into wine now.” I grabbed my phone and stepped away while dialing him. He answered with his name. “Hey, we’re just finishing up here,” I told him. “Their wine had been spiked, so you guys might want to start looking into where they got the bottle and whatnot.” Hotch hummed and agreement. He didn’t really sound like he was listening. “Baby?”

“Sorry.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll tell the team.”

“Your brain’s scattered, I can tell. Talk to me.”

“I’m still worried that Sean knows more than he’s letting on.”

“You just need to give him a break for now, I think. He might loosen up.”

“That’s not the problem. He’s already tense, but it’s because he’s worried about protecting himself from the law and the big brother act.”

“Just take it easy on him, my love. Please.”

“I told you I was done with him after Haley’s death. Why—”

“Because he’s family.”

He sighed heavily. “I know. Listen, I’ve gotta call you back. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Bye.”

Just as he hung up, I whispered, “Bye.”

“Is he okay?” Morgan asked from behind me, scaring the absolute shit out of me, making me physically jump with shock. He chuckled. “Sorry.” I caught my breath and turned to face him. “Seriously… Do you think he’s okay?”

I shrugged. “I think he will be. I think that right now he’s just sick and tired of cleaning up Sean’s messes, but without Sean, we wouldn’t be here.”

“Maybe the two of you shouldn’t be here. Maybe that’s why Hotch is annoyed.”

“You think he’s mad because I’ve been pushing him to work the case when we were supposed to take the weekend off?”

“I think that he’s mad that he loves his brother enough to give up a weekend alone with you just to get dragged back into all of this when you were supposed to be focusing on each other.”

“When did Derek Morgan get all wise about relationships?”

“I’ve always been wise about relationships. You just always forget it.”

Hotch was already calling back, so I abandoned the personal conversation with Morgan to answer what was hopefully going to be a work call. Thankfully, it was. Hotch called again to let us know that Sean wanted to go back to the club to talk to Thane while wired up, potentially giving us information on the Unsub, or at least enough to take down Thane and everyone else responsible for what happened to the victims at The Edinburg.

“Are you sure about this?” I inquired.

“I already tried arguing with him, but he’s stubborn.”

“Sounds like that runs in the family, too.”

“Ha. Ha,” he laughed sarcastically. “Can the three of you meet us at The Edinburg? We’ll have an undercover van to wait in.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too.”

----

When we jumped into the van, Hotch was listening to the live audio feed coming from Sean’s wire under his shirt, but he stopped somewhat to catch us up on everything. Sean had mentioned that he was talking to the cops. Because Thane was on edge, he demanded to know everything that happened at the precinct and how much the cops knew. Sean played it smart. He said exactly what Thane wanted to hear, and it gained his trust and got the heat off his back. Hotch was actually impressed.

Morgan handed me a vest to put on. As I did so, Hotch continued to explain that Sean was bringing up the spiked wine right now to see if he could get a reaction out of Thane, now we were just playing the waiting game. If Thane said anything incriminating, we were going to move in. If Sean was in danger in any way, we were going to move in.

“Maybe you should dump that wine, just to be safe,” someone in the background said. We all stopped to listen.

“Right,” Thane agreed. “Sean, I need your help with something.” It suddenly sounded like they were on the move. “I need you to dump these.” He was getting Sean involved with a crime to make sure he wouldn’t tell the cops anything, which was smart on his behalf.

“You don’t want me to dump the whole case?”

“No, just those two for now.” Thane sounded really freaked out and on edge.

“Something wrong?”

“Yeah… I, uh… I could’ve sworn there was another case of that stuff.”

Sean hesitated for a second. “I don’t think so.” He sounded nervous now, too. “Nothing’s gone missing since I last did inventory. Everything’s here. Besides, if it really is gone, it’s probably for the best. Just means it’s one less thing to dump.”

“It’s not here… No, no, no, no, no. It’s not here!” Thane smashed something on the ground out of anger. “Fuck!”

“What did you do, Thane?”

“I spiked the wine, you idiot. Three other bottles were in that case.”

“Why the hell would you do that?”

“I thought it was just X! I thought it was going to loosen the girls up!”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t X, Thane!” Sean yelled angrily. “Linda’s dead because of you. Where did you get it? You son of a bitch! She was sober and you drugged her!” The sound of punches being thrown echoed through the speaker, making all of us jump into action.

Just as Hotch made the call over the comms to move in, SWAT raced in to arrest the employees that had been sitting around with Thane beforehand, but Hotch and I rushed straight to the back room to help Sean. Thank had a box cutter out, lunging at Sean. I stopped him by kicking the back of his knee forward, making him fall to the ground. Without hesitation, I knelt down, grabbing my handcuffs from the back of my waistband, and I started arresting Thane.

“You okay?” Hotch asked his brother.

Sean, still upset about the whole situation, silently pushed past his brother and headed outside. I pulled Thane to his feet. Hotch and I glanced at each other for a moment, but I silently shook my head, letting him know that he shouldn’t go chasing after Sean unless he wanted to make things worse, which I knew he didn’t. So, I took Thane outside while Hotch stood still.

As Morgan and I loaded Thane and the other employees into the SWAT van that would take them into custody, Hotch came running out, fear and panic washed across his face. I raised a brow at him. He was running back and forth on the sidewalk, looking high and low. Did we miss something? Was there another bottle somewhere? Someone hiding?

“Hotch, what’s wrong?” I asked him, closing the doors of the SWAT van. Morgan patted it, letting them know they were free to go. “Hotch, what is it?”

Hotch didn’t say anything. He only turned his phone around to show me the screen and the text message from Sean that said: “I’m sorry.” Sean ran for some reason, and Hotch was left worried about his little brother again. Fucking Sean. He did this every time, and there were only so many times that I could keep defending him and continue convincing Hotch to stay in contact with him. He was making my job really fucking difficult.

“Sir, we found the club owner, Jim Peters,” a SWAT agent said after jogging over to us.

“Where?” I asked.

He looked at me, shocked that I was taking the lead and not Hotch. He cleared his throat. “Couple of blocks from here. His car was wrecked with him inside.”

“Is he okay?”

“He’s dead. The M.E.’s there now.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Morgan mumbled under his breath.

The four of us started walking there, taking the SWAT agent’s lead, and Spencer caught up to us, following along my side. When we got there, he immediately parted from us to talk to the M.E. What a fucking shit show. Peters must have been trying to run away from us when the Unsub caught up to him. First, Linda, then he tried going for Thane but fucked up and drugged Anna, and now Peters was dead. Was he going for employees of the club? That had to be the answer, unless someone else fucked up the car and it was just a random hit and run—but considering that we were standing in a dark, quiet, abandoned alley, I highly doubted that this wasn’t motivated.

Reid came to tell us what he knew. The car crash had trapped Peters’ legs, preventing him from running away, but it was the PMMA that had been poured down his throat that actually killed him. So, it was definitely motivated. This was premeditated, the violence indicated a personal grudge because of the overkill, and the fact that this was more personal than any of the other murders.

“It’s too much of a coincidence,” Hotch said. “Sean ran, then this happened… I’m going to have Garcia run a background on Sean.”

“Come on, Hotch,” Morgan said, “you can’t think that it’s him.”

“I don’t, but I can’t eliminate him as a possibility now until I know what he’s hiding.”

I shook my head and sighed. “Absolutely not.” Hotch looked at me, bewildered. “You’re obviously not thinking straight, Aaron. Listen to yourself.” I shook my head again. “Go take a walk.”

“Y/N—”

It was like déjà vu when I insisted again that he leave and he reluctantly and angrily turned to leave the alley. Morgan and Reid were staring at me. They couldn’t believe that I had the audacity to bench Hotch, and that he actually fucking listened to me; but I think some part of Hotch knew that I was right, which was exactly why he listened and left.

“So, what do we know now that this guy is dead?”

“The Unsub doesn’t care about who dies now,” Reid explained. “The innocents were just a distraction, but the real targets, it seems, based on the brutality, are the employees of The Edinburg.”

“So, it’s personal.”

“Yeah.”

Morgan’s phone started ringing, probably with a call from Garcia because he smiled and answered with, “Hey, baby girl.” And then he put the call on speaker.

“Oh, you guys are going to love me,” Garcia said excitedly.

“We already do.”

“Yes, but even more now. I just found out that our first victim at The Edinburg that Sean knew about, Erik Sullivan, and our recently and dearly departed Hatchitt parents, all withdrew money on the days of their deaths from the same ATM. Where is said ATM, you might be asking yourself, well, it’s located in a bodega two blocks from The Edinburg.”

“You’re right, we do love you, Garcia, thank you,” I said. I looked at the boys. “You wanna go check it out while I talk to Hotch?” They nodded and started walking towards one of the black SUVs. I spun around on my heels once they were gone, looking far and wide for Hotch, only to find that he was relaxing against a brick wall on the opposite end of the alley, hiding in the shadows. I headed over to him. “Okay, Batman, what gives?”

“I’m still worried about Sean,” he admitted. “I hate that I am, though, because I’m honestly sick of this. I keep saying it again and again, but I really mean it this time, Y/N, and I need your support on this.” He looked up at me. “I told you that I was done playing his games after he didn’t show up to Haley’s funeral. I found out that you had invited him to the wedding anyhow—”

“You knew about that?”

“Of course I did. You suck at lying to me.”

I smirked. “Or so you think.”

He grinned, too, but after a moment, it faded again. “Once I know that Sean’s safe, this is over. I don’t want our family getting dragged into anymore of my brother’s messes. My job is to protect you, love of my life,” he put his hands on my cheeks, “and our children back at home. Being raised by a distant relative who’s prone to bad habits isn’t a good role model to have around. We’ve worked too hard to protect Jack and Scar to have Sean keep coming back and fucking it all up.”

“I get that, Aaron, I really do…” I put my hands on his shoulders. “But Sean is our family the same way Jessica and Elle are. Therefore, his messes are always going to be our messes. We can’t forget that.”

“I can, and I’m choosing to after this.”

“Hotch, he’s your brother.”

“I know, which is why I want to protect him right now.” He groaned when his phone started buzzing in his pocket. “Hotchner.” His attention suddenly snapped up to me. “Sean, I need you to come in. I think that the Unsub might be targeting Edindurg employees. You’re safer with us at the precinct.” Silence for a bit. “I know that you didn’t kill him, Sean. I also know why you ran.” A beat as I raised a curious brow. “Just come in so that we can protect you. No, wait, Sean—” Hotch pulled the phone away from his ear after his brother hung up on him. “Shit.”

My phone buzzed this time, and I almost expected that it was Sean, for some reason. My hopes dropped somewhat, though, when I saw that it was just JJ, letting me know that Thane cracked without much pressure, giving us everything he knew. We knew about the entire distribution line now because we offered him protection against the Unsub. He told them that the PMMA was coming through a private airport outside of the city. Garcia was already looking into employees who could’ve had a stressor recently to convince them to smuggle the drug and distribute it as a means of murder.

I told Hotch as we headed back to the SUV so that we could race back to the office to catch up with everyone. When we got there, JJ, Rossi, and Strauss were on a video call with Garcia as she looked something up. They asked where Morgan and Reid were. I told them that they were going to take a look at the ATM and the bodega where the victims had supposedly bought the wine, just to see if we could make a connection there. Hotch and I took a seat when no one said anything else.

“Uh oh,” Garcia muttered, typing faster.

“Uh oh?” Strauss questioned.

“I ran financial records for all the people who work at the Franklin Airport, just like I said I would, and I found this one baggage handler, Mike Spiers, who’s been making ridiculously large cash deposits to his checking account on a weekly basis.”

“That could mean he’s the Unsub.”

“That’s what I thought at first, too, but then I found the ‘uh oh’ part. He’s been dead for four weeks.”

“Someone’s taken his place. Whoever is making those deposits is our Unsub,” Hotch said. “It’s probably another baggage handler who knew about Spiers’ death and was paid to look the other way, just like Sean was at the club.”

“Garcia, do any of the baggage handlers show a history of drug abuse?” I asked her up on the screen.

“None. They’re surprisingly squeaky clean.”

“What about drug-related deaths in the family recently?” Hotch questioned. I thought about how great minds thought alike.

“I saw something earlier…” She trailed off while researching. “Larry Feretich—Right, yes, okay, I got it. Larry Feretich’s daughter died two months ago of a suspected ecstasy overdose—I’m so sorry I didn’t spot it earlier, Hotch.”

“You weren’t looking for family; it’s okay.”

“Where did she die?” Rossi asked.

“The Obsidian, which is the other club that Jim Peters owned.”

“There’s the stressor and the personal vendetta for you.”

“Where is he now?” Strauss spoke up.

“He’s scheduled to be working right now.”

Hotch pulled out his phone and started texting someone. “Morgan and Reid are already half way there, we’ll send them to meet up with SWAT and arrest him.”

“Seems like Sean can come back now since we’ve exonerated him,” I said. I stood up and passed my hand over his, knowing that I couldn’t plainly touch him while Strauss was around.

Hotch nodded. “I’ll let him know to meet us at the penthouse, I suppose, since our weekend isn’t technically over yet.”

“You’re damn right it’s not. I meant what I said about a godson,” Rossi joked.

We smiled politely at him before waving goodbye to everyone and heading out of the Field Office to go back to the penthouse. In the car, while I was driving, Hotch texted Sean. I took his had in mine and squeezed. We were okay. Our weekend wasn’t completely ruined yet. Everything was going to be fine.

When we got there, Hotch stayed in the entryway, waiting impatiently. I asked him what was wrong. He looked at me and shook his head, insisting that it was nothing.

“We don’t lie to each other, remember?” I interrogated.

“I’m not lying, baby, I’m just protecting you from the truth. They’re different.” He looked at me. “Can you accept that this one time? For me?”

I nodded, then continued to wait with him silently until there was a knock at the door, encouraging Hotch to quickly open the door and invite Sean in. He waved politely at me and I returned the favor. Hotch was staring at me, though, trying to tell me something that I didn’t recognize this time around. I knew all of his looks, but not this one.

“Can you give us some privacy, baby?” he whispered.

“Sure. I love you,” I whispered back, leaning in to kiss him quickly.

He grabbed my hips. “I love you, too. I’ll meet you in there soon.”

We kissed again before letting go of each other, giving me the freedom to wave goodbye to Sean over my shoulder, then make my way to the bedroom.

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stxrrywildflower · 4 years

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wine

pairing - emily prentiss x reader

summary - you, emily, and rossi all bond over your mutual love for wine

warnings - drinking, fluff

word count - ?

rossi was the first one to notice a change in emily’s attitude as she was practically like a daughter to him.

sure, emily had already come out to the team and all were more than supportive but the change was obvious. the profiler was more happy, looked overall healthier, and was taking less risks out in the field.

“so, when can i meet her?” rossi asked as him and the other agent exited one of the suspects houses.

“meet who?” emily responded, playing dumb.

“come on emily, it’s obvious you’re dating someone,” the eldest profiler commented.

emily stopped just before the car, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes slightly. “maybe i am dating someone. i’m just not sure if she’s ready to meet everyone yet,” emily started, “but i’m sure she’d be willing to meet someone who loves wine just as me.”

the two agents smiled slightly at each other before climbing into the car.

____

“hey em,” you greeted, voice raspy as it was one in the morning on the east coast.

“oh shoot y/n, i didn’t mean to wake you. forgot about the time difference for a minute,” your girlfriend replied.

you sat up in your bed, rubbing your eyes as you listened to her voice. “it’s fine. how’s the case going?” you asked. “we caught the unsub a few hours ago. after some further questioning tomorrow, we’re flying back. i’ll be home by the evening.”

“i know you weren’t just calling to chat,” you spoke, an amused tone to your voice.

a slight sigh was heard ikon the other end. “one of the agents on my team wants to meet you. he profiled me based off of my behavior and i might have spilled,” emily revealed.

“it’s okay emily, which one?” you asked. “david rossi,” emily replied.

“oh, i have his book on my shelf. never actually read it. isn’t he the rich one with the killer wine cellar?” from a laugh on the other end, you knew you were right. “that’s the one.”

“alright well i’m free saturday if we wanted to do dinner which i’m assuming you were suggesting,” you offered.

further plans were discussed between the two of you. “alright well get some sleep, sorry again for waking you,” emily apologized. “it’s totally okay,” you started, “goodnight sweetheart, i love you.”

“i love you too,” emily replied.

emily arrived at your apartment the following day around dinner time. you were in the kitchen, cooking dinner for the two of you. at the time, you were unsure of when she would be home but ultimately decided to make enough for both of you.

you jumped slightly when the front door of your apartment opened. your girlfriend placed her gun and badge in the bowl by the door before meeting you in the kitchen. you leaned into emily’s touch as she placed a kiss to your cheek.

“why don’t you go and shower. dinner will be ready when you get out,” you offered.

emily nodded, “perfect, pour me a glass of wine?” you smile softly. “of course.”

during dinner, the two of you talked about everything besides the case. thankfully, emily had the weekend off to spencer with you. it was then decided that the two of you would head over on saturday night.

saturday night finally rolled around. you dressed in a slightly nice attire consisting of a black floral dress with a v-neck and short sleeves. to dress it down, however, you slipped on a pair of doc martens. emily exited your bedroom in her own personal clothing. her gun, however, still remained on her waist.

“are you ready to go?” emily asked.

you nodded before grabbing your bag. emily took your hand in hers and lead you out of the apartment and to the car.

the drive itself didn’t take a super long time. once pulling into the driveway, you observed the house. rossi’s mansion was honestly breathtaking. as emily unbuckled her seatbelt, she turned to your now frozen figure.

your hands were running up your leg as a slightly uneasy expression made its way to your face. “nervous?” emily spoke even though she already knew the answer. “yeah i am,” you admitted.

emily shifted so she was now facing you, one leg tucked under the other. “it will be fine, love. rossi is really nice. once you meet him, it will be a lot easier to meet everyone else.”

after seeing you calm down slightly at her words, emily leaned forward and kissed your cheek. you blushed before unbuckling your seatbelt. “let’s go.”

your girlfriend held your hand the entire walk up to the house. after knocking on the door, emily stepped back and eased into your side. only moments laterc the door opened to reveal and older italian man.

“ah welcome welcome!” the man first greeted, “you must be y/n. you can call me dave.” a warm smile made it’s way to your face as you were ushered into the house.

“i figured we could start with a quick tour while dinner cooks and then we can eat,” dave suggested.

the three of you began to walk through the house. emily already knew her way around as team dinners at rossi’s were incredible common. you, however, were slightly amazed at the structures and decorations of the home. finally, rossi stopped in front of a door.

“and this is my pride and joy,” rossi stated before opening the door and leading you two down the stairs into the wine cellar

you audibly gasped at the room presented to you. gorgeous wooden walls and shelves made up one of the nicest wine cellars you had ever seen. without even thinking, you ran your hands along the designs carved into the wood as well as the corks stuffed in the wine bottle.

“it’s beautiful,” you spoke up. “we met at a wine festival,” emily informed the older agent. with a wide smile on your face, you turned back around to the two. “wine kinda has a special part in our relationship.”

____

about a month later, the team was all gathered at rossi’s for a team dinner. this time, however, you would be in attendence to meet everyone.

rossi was out at the store as he had forgotten to grab one of the ingredients for the dish he was making leaving you and emily to greet the team when they arrived. on his way out, rossi had told you to “pick whatever wine you want.” naturally, you were more than excited to have the freedom to chose.

while you were down in the wine cellar, pretty much everyone on the team had arrived. emily had greeted them before leading them into the kitchen.

“hey where’s your girl?” morgan asked.

emily was about to respond but was cut off by a shout from the other room. “hey emmy!” you called, your voice echoing off of the cellar walls. j.j. smirked at her friends new nickname. emily went to go find you but before she could, you were already walking into the kitchen.

“dave said we could drink anything. do you think he would be mad if we opened the riesling?” you asked, still reading the label. due to this, you didn’t realize the presence of emily’s team until you looked up.

emily took the bottle out of your hand and placed it on the counter before wrapping her arm around your waist. “y/n,” she started, “this is my team.”

sure the meeting was slightly unconventional but the ahead was filled with nothing but laughs and joy as you got to know emily’s best friends.

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555sage · 2 years

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SUMMARY — calling my favorite men pretty.

DAVE EAST

You and Dave sat courtside at the Wizard’s game. Dave was watching the game as it went on. Your arm was entangled with his, you just couldn’t help but to always have yourself on Dave in some type of way. It was one of your love languages and he knew it. Dave also loved the feeling of you on him which makes you feel better because you did not want to seem too clingy. But, Dave is always reassuring you that he loves your physical affection.

You looked up at the Jumbotron— watching as they replayed the last play in the game by Kyle Kuzma. After, they started showing celebrities and influencers on the screen. A big smile came across your face when Dave’s face appeared on the screen. You tapped his thigh and point at the screen. “Look.”

He looked at the camera in front of him and smirked. Such a pretty face, you thought.

The cameramen went off to film the next people that sat in the rows above us.

“You’re so pretty.” You leaned into him watching him closely.

He deeply chuckled, “I’m what mami?”

“Pretty.” You shrugged.

“Mhm no, that’s you all you baby.” He hummed leaning in to give you a kiss

You pulled away and put your hand up to his lips, “Unh-uh pretty boy.”

He looked at you confused, “What’s wrong?”

“Tell me what I wanna hear first.” You smirked at him.

“Mami you serious right now?”

“So serious.” You gave him a big smile.

“I’m pretty and shit.” He muttered. “Now stop playing and give me them lips girl.”

You once again rejected his kiss, “I couldn’t hear you baby boy.” You giggled knowing full well you heard him say what you wanted.

He smacked his lips and leaned in closely, “I’m pretty.”

The feel of his warm and minty breath made you shudder. You held back the moan that was threatening to come out.

“Hmm? Can I kiss my lady now?” His tongue swipes across his lips.

You give in, “Yes you can my pretty boy.” You press your glossy lips against his.

YAHYA ABDUL-MATEEN II

“Wanna taste?”

You held your fork full with mashed potatoes up to Yahya for him to taste. Yahya for no reason at all had a reservation set for you two at your favorite steakhouse. The things he does for you unexpectedly is what makes you love him more.

Yahya opened his mouth welcoming the taste of garlic parmesan mashed potatoes. “Mmm.” He hummed in satisfaction.

“Good right?” You nodded your head.

“Yeah, now I see why you’re always craving their mashed potatoes.”

What you loved most about the steakhouse was their mashed potatoes, even though they’re mainly known for the steaks.

“So now you won’t complain when I say I want their mashed potatoes?” You tilted your head and batted your lashes innocently.

“It’s good, but it ain’t that good baby.”

You pouted, “So you’re saying you don’t love me?”

Yahya laughed at your dramatics his pearly whites showing as he smiled widely. He took hold of your manicured finger and put your hand up to his lips—he gave your knuckles a small peck.

“Anything for my honey. She wants mashed potatoes, that’s what she gets.”

You smiled as you grabbed your glass of Stella Rosa, taking a sip savoring the sweet taste of French Vanilla.

“You always know how to make me happy don’t you pretty boy?” You cooed interlocking your fingers with his.

Yahya’s smile grew wide and chuckled softly. You could tell he was blushing just by his reaction. “Uh-yeah I love my girl what can I say.”

“Mmm.” You smiled leaning in to give your man a kiss.

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Sunday Edition: Books with Photos

How do you take a break? With finals around the corner and stress mounting, it is important to take care of yourself. This week’s Sunday Edition brings you books from Oberlin College Library’s collection featuring photos. In these gripping books, photographs are central to narratives of history and culture. From science fiction movies to a small town in Upstate New York, photos provide a respite from text heavy readings. Check out these books and others on the New Books Shelf in Azariah’s Cafe!

Typeset in the Future: Typography and Design in Science Fiction Movies by Dave Addey

“In Typeset in the Future, blogger and designer Dave Addey invites sci-fi movie fans on a journey through seven genre-defining classics, discovering how they create compelling visions of the future through typography and design. The book delves deep into 2001: A Space Odyssey, Star Trek: The Motion Picture, Alien, Blade Runner, Total Recall, WALL·E, and Moon, studying the design tricks and inspirations that make each film transcend mere celluloid and become a believable reality. These studies are illustrated by film stills, concept art, type specimens, and ephemera, plus original interviews with Mike Okuda (Star Trek), Paul Verhoeven (Total Recall), and Ralph Eggleston and Craig Foster (Pixar). Typeset in the Future is an obsessively geeky study of how classic sci-fi movies draw us in to their imagined worlds—and how they have come to represent “THE FUTURE” in popular culture.” -Provided by Publisher

The World Atlas of Street Fashion by Caroline Cox

“Since the early 20th century, city sidewalks have become runways where idiosyncratic modes of dressing are presented, consumed, and exported. Their messages include resistance, solidarity, subversion, social transformation, or musical affiliation, and a group of like-minded individuals can create a powerful sartorial force. Organized by continent and with 600 color images, The World Atlas of Street Fashion examines street style in all its global diversity. The book shows how Punk’s generic language of anarchy is redeployed in London, Berlin, Tokyo, or Jakarta and takes on the unique flavor of each. It also reveals how street style can be overtly political: the Sapeurs of Kinshasa use elegance to reframe themselves as gentlemen, and the cholo gangs of East Los Angeles took strength from the Chicano movement of the 1960s. Street style can also be obsessive, as seen here through the K-Pop enthusiasts of Seoul, who inhabit the lives of their music idols by re-creating publicity stills through elaborate cosplay. The author discusses how such scenes can develop cachet by being underground, fostering a look’s distinctiveness and integrity. Through its extensive research, striking photography, and handsome design, World Atlas of Street Fashion is the essential resource on world street style.” -Provided by Publisher

Upstate Girls: Unraveling Collar City by Brenda Kenneally

“Welcome to Troy, New York. The land where mastodon roamed, the Mohicans lived, and the Dutch settled in the seventeenth century. Troy grew from a small trading post into a jewel of the Industrial Revolution. Horseshoes, rail ties, and detachable shirt collars were made there and the middle class boomed, making Troy the fourth wealthiest city per capita in the country. Then, the factories closed, the middle class disappeared, and the downtown fell into disrepair. Troy is the home of Uncle Sam, the Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, the Rensselaer County Jail, the photographer Brenda Ann Kenneally, and the small group of young women, their children, lovers, and families who Kenneally has been photographing for over a decade.

Before Kenneally left Troy, her life looked a lot like the lives of these girls. With passion and profound empathy she has chronicled three generations—their love and heartbreak; their births and deaths; their struggles with poverty, with education, and with each other; and their joy.

Brenda Ann Kenneally is the Dorothea Lange of our time—her work a bridge between the people she photographs, history, and us. What began as a brief assignment for The New York Times Magazine became an eye-opening portrait of the rise and fall of the American working class, and a shockingly intimate visual history of Troy that arcs over five hundred years. Kenneally beautifully layers archival images with her own photographs and collages to depict the transformations of this quintessentially American city. The result is a profound, powerful, and intimate look at America, at poverty, at the shrinking middle class, and of people as they grow, survive, and love.” -Provided by Publisher

Unseen: Unpublished Black History from The New York Times Photo Archives by Darcy Eveleigh, Dana Canedy, Damien Cave, and Rachel L. Swarns

“It all started with Times photo editor Darcy Eveleigh discovering dozens of these photographs. She and three colleagues, Dana Canedy, Damien Cave and Rachel L. Swarns, began exploring the history behind them, and subsequently chronicling them in a series entitled Unpublished Black History, that ran in print and online editions of The Times in February 2016. It garnered 1.7 million views on The Times website and thousands of comments from readers. This book includes those photographs and many more, among them: a 27-year-old Jesse Jackson leading an anti-discrimination rally of in Chicago, Rosa Parks arriving at a Montgomery Courthouse in Alabama a candid behind-the-scenes shot of Aretha Franklin backstage at the Apollo Theater, Ralph Ellison on the streets of his Manhattan neighborhood, the firebombed home of Malcolm X, Myrlie Evans and her children at the funeral of her slain husband , Medgar, a wheelchair-bound Roy Campanella at the razing of Ebbets Field.

Were the photos--or the people in them--not deemed newsworthy enough? Did the images not arrive in time for publication? Were they pushed aside by words at an institution long known as the Gray Lady? Eveleigh, Canedy, Cave, and Swarms explore all these questions and more in this one-of-a-kind book.

UNSEEN dives deep into The Times photo archives--known as the Morgue--to showcase this extraordinary collection of photographs and the stories behind them.” -Provided by Publisher

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One shot: Perfect

Requested by anonymous: Can I request a black reader with Dave East (he's a rapper) to his song perfect ft Chris Brown

Pairing: Black plus sized reader x Dave East

Warning(s): NSFW, 18+ only, protected sex, oral sex (female receiving)

Word count: 1778

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Oh, we ain't friends no more? Why you won't listen no more? Damn, I let a good girl go Away, away, away, I've been All around the world and I've been lookin' for you, searchin' You deserve it 'cause you're perfect (perfect)

Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah) All that ass up, love how you twerk it Can you do that on the dick? (Can you?) Don't be shy, no, up and down (nah) You know what it is (yeah, yeah) Concentrate, baby, get it, get it And bring that ass right here (right here, right here) Ooh, I'ma go down, I'ma go down (I'ma go down) Ooh, I'm doin' freaky shit 'cause ain't nobody 'round (nobody) And don't be actin' fake when you see me out You don't wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why? Why?

“Dave!” you moaned and arched your back while gripping tightly onto the sheets. Dave hummed and buried his head deeper in between your legs, his lips wrapped around your clit while sucking at it. The pleasure you felt was indescribable.

You let out another high pitched moan before opening your eyes and looking at him going down on you. Dave looked up and stared intensely at you while releasing your clit from in between his lips.

He replaced his tongue with his thumb on your sensitive nub, drawing soft circles on it while pressing soft kisses against your inner thigh. “I know what you want baby, but I need you to cum for me one time okay?” his hoarse voice softly instructed while he admired you.

You nodded your head and whined when two of his fingers began stroking up and down your wet folds, “Mhm” you whimpered as you felt your inner walls fluttering.

Oh, we ain't friends no more? (Why?) Why you won't listen no more? (Listen) Damn, I let a good girl go Away, away, away, I've been All around the world and I've been lookin' for you, searching (I've been lookin') You deserve it 'cause you're perfect

You deserve it 'cause you perfect (perfect) You make every moment worth it (every moment) I'm flyin' down Collins, I'm shirtless (skrrt) Just thinkin' how you might've curved it (might have curved it) I knew you a minute, don't act like you don't know the business I've been tryna get all up in it Gave you my card, I don't know 'bout no limit (swipe) They can't see us in it, that foreign was tinted (oh) Nowadays they get too borin' with niggas In love with that pussy, adorin' these women (I love 'em) Bring out some Molly, bet all of them with it If I take you shoppin', make sure it's expensive (cash up) Nothin' feel better than knowin' that pussy for me (mine) I've been a wolf in these streets I hold my own in it, ain't nobody took it from me (nobody) I get women you wouldn't believe Eye that money, I'm gon' get high with your honey Might take a trip out of the country Know I got hoes, she not findin' it funny Her brain is so good, I can't ride with no dummy I only see you in Prada, not bummy I'm from the streets, but your momma gon' love me I told her, "I never run out of this money" Fall back on your homies, a lot of them love me It's 'bout to get ugly

“Beautiful” Dave whispered as he sped up the pace of his stroking while applying more pressure on your sensitive clit. “Oh!” you cried out as your toes curled themselves, “Yes!” you moaned as you felt the delightful coil form in the pit of your stomach.

Dave couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you gloriously fell over the edge, a loud high pitched moan falling from your lips as your hips began grinding against his hand. You clenched your eyes shut as the pleasure crashed over you “Dave” you continued whimpered as he never removed his hand from your sex.

“I’m here baby, I got you” he reassured and bit his lip, his longing for you becoming too overwhelming for you. Finally, you began calming down, heavy breaths leaving your mouth. “Wow” you croaked and tried your best to catch your breath.

Dave removed his hand from your sex and kissed and caressed his way up your body, loving the way you sighed at his sweet touches. “You are so beautiful baby. I can never get enough of you” he whispered before capturing your lips in a slow and sensual kiss, his tongue slipping in between your lips and moving against yours.

Oh, we ain't friends no more? Why you won't listen no more? Damn, I let a good girl go Away, away, away, I've been All around the world and I've been looking for you, searchin' You deserve it 'cause you're perfect

Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah) All that ass up, love how you twerk it Can you do that on the dick? Don't be shy, no, up and down You know what it is (yeah, yeah) Concentrate, baby, get it, get it And bring that ass right here Ooh, I'ma go down, I'ma go down Ooh, I'm doin' freaky shit 'cause ain't nobody 'round And don't be actin' fake when you see me out (don't be actin' fake) You don't wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why? Why? (Better not, ha)

“I want you” you whispered and wrapped your arms around Dave’s neck, pulling him closer to your body. “And you don’t know how much I want you [Y/N]” he hoarsely replied before reaching his hand out to the nightstand an quickly taking a condom.

“I want to bury myself deep inside you and forget about everything” he whispered and ripped the foil packet open. You took the condom and rolled it onto his hard length before wrapping your hand around it and slowly stroking it, “Mhmm” your boyfriend moaned before he captured your lips in a passionate kiss again.

You removed your hand from his length and wrapped legs around his waist “Look at me “ Dave instructed and smiled once you did so ,”You’re all mine” he said. You lost yourself in his eyes while slowly nodding your head, “Yours” you whispered.

He positioned his length at your entrance and slowly pushed the tip in, making you moan. You tried your best to keep your eyes open as Dave slowly pushed his whole length inside, stretching your inner walls in a delicate way.

He clenched his jaw at the feelings of your inner walls clenching tightly around his length. Soon enough, he began moving his hips at a steady rhythm. “Dave” you whimpered as the pleasure rushed through your body, you were still sensitive from the previous orgasm you had so every thrust made your legs tremble.

Perfect, that might not describe you (it might) I need a word, that's much better I'm tryna get back up inside you (oh) Know they gon' hate on the way that we slide through I don't know nothin', I know 'bout survival (survival) Why the hell women only fuck with lames? (Lames) Used to the trains, ain't been on no planes (nope) Really thinkin' all these niggas the same After I hit it, I'm pickin' your brain (I'm in) I wanna know what you like I wanna know if you smoke, am I strokin' tonight? (Oh) Picture us both gettin' low on a flight Love is a gamble, I'm rollin' the dice When you Snapchat, you takin' pictures with my chain on Club rockin', but I ain't goin' (no) Your shit get wetter than the rain pourin' I'm tryna splash (splash) I'm wonderin' why we not friends? (Not one) If you ask me, it kind of depends I done got nasty with lots of her friends I keep it a hunnid, don't gotta pretend (no) I be so blunted, I got to go in I'm here for women, won't acknowledge no men (no) Was kind of drunk, but shawty got in the Benz (ooh) Promise, stick with me, you probably gon' win

Dave lifted your leg and placed it on his shoulders before increasing the pace of his thrust. The new position made his length brush against your sweet spot. “Oh my god” you cried out and threw your head back while arching your back. Sweat began covering your bodies as the bed creaked at every harsh and deep thrust that came from Dave.

The sweet tension began to build itself in the pit of your stomach, Dave’s length twitched and he let out a deep moan. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, bending your leg more and making him thrust deeper inside you.

You weren’t able to make a sound as you reached your high again, your inner walls clenching tightly onto Dave’s length as short puffs of air left your body. Dave groaned loudly and began chanting your name as he released himself into the condom, he gave a few last thrusts before he rolled off you.

The two of you were breathing heavily, the sound echoing through the room. You closed your eyes and felt the aftershocks of your intense orgasm flow through your body. You weren’t able to move your legs, they felt like jelly when you tried to do so.

“That was amazing” Dave whispered and turned to you. The only thing you could do was nod your head and open your eyes to smile at him. He chuckled, “Get some rest baby” he cooed while covering your bodies, you nodded your head again and closed your eyes, already drifting off to sleep.

Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah) All that ass up, love how you twerk it Can you do that on the dick? Don't be shy, no, up and down (don't be shy) You know what it is (yeah, yeah) Concentrate, baby, get it, get it And bring that ass right here (right here, uh) Ooh, I'ma go down, I'ma go down (I'ma go down) Ooh, I'm doin' freaky shit 'cause ain't nobody 'round (nobody) And don't be actin' fake when you see me out (better not) You don't wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why? Why? (No, no)

Perfect You deserve it 'cause you perfect You deserve it 'cause you perfect You deserve it 'cause you perfect Perfect You deserve it 'cause you perfect You deserve it 'cause you perfect You deserve it 'cause you perfect

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Aliens: Dead Orbit #4 (of 4)

James Stokoe (W/A/Cover)

On sale July 26

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries

With one last gambit aboard the space station, Wascylewski finds himself ambushed by two more deadly xenomorphs that will stop at nothing until he’s dead.

The conclusion to Orc Stain creator James Stokoe’s thrilling and claustrophobic Aliens story!

Aliens: Defiance Volume 2 TP

Brian Wood (W), Stephen Thompson (A), Tony Brescini (A), Eduardo Francisco (A), Dan Jackson (C), and Massimo Carnevale (Cover)

On sale Sept 13

FC, 152 pages • $19.99 • TP, 7” x 10”

Colonial Marine Private First Class Zula Hendricks is AWOL and on a mission to prove her mettle by eradicating the Alien species. She must battle with xenomorphs, fend off space pirates, and elude the insidious Weyland-Yutani corporation that wants their freighter back, all while facing rehabilitation from an old war injury.

Collects Aliens: Defiance #7–#12.

American Gods: Shadows #5

Neil Gaiman (W), P. Craig Russell (W/A), Scott Hampton (A/C), Glenn Fabry (Cover), and David Mack (Variant cover)

On sale July 12

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Ongoing

Strange things continue to plague Shadow and Wednesday as their mad American road trip takes them all the way to a surreal roadside attraction, the House on the Rock, where they encounter Mr. Nancy and the world’s largest carousel!

The Hugo, Bram Stoker, Locus, World Fantasy, and Nebula award–winning novel and upcoming Starz television series by Neil Gaiman is adapted as a comic series for the first time!

A Starz TV show!

“Russell’s lyrical layouts bring Gaiman’s visual, vivid prose to life like no other artist.”—Comic Book Resources

Angel Season 11 #7

Featuring Angelus and Darla!

Corinna Bechko (W), Zé Carlos (A), Michelle Madsen (C), Scott Fischer (Cover), and Stephanie Hans (Variant cover)

On sale July 19

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Ongoing

On a ship filled with zombies, pirates, and a plague of zombie-creating beetles, Angel is torn between saving his past evil self—to save his own future—and making sure that the ship he is on never reaches land.

“If the past is haunting Angel, there’s no telling where this story can go, but I’m eager to see where. The story is intriguing and the art top notch.”—SciFiPulse

Art of Over the Garden Wall HC & Ltd. Ed. HC

Sean Edgar (W) and Patrick McHale (W)

On sale Sept 13

FC, 184 pages • $39.99 • HC, 10” x 11”

FC, 184 pages • $49.99 • Ltd. Ed. HC, 10” x 11”

Venture into the Unknown! A complete tour through the development and production of the hit animated miniseries Over the Garden Wall, this volume contains hundreds of pieces of concept art and sketches, and a comprehensive look at the show’s breathtaking production art. Also includes commentary from creators Patrick McHale and Nick Cross, interviews with the cast and crew, and more!

Never-before-seen sketches and a comprehensive look at the production art behind the multiple-award-winning show!

Limited to 1, 000 copies Worldwide.

The Art of Rick and Morty HC

WHOA, ART BOOK! WUBBA LUBBA DUB-DUB!

James Siciliano (W), Justin Roiland (P), James McDermott (P), Jason Boesch (P), Carlos Ortega (P), and Andrew DeLange (P)

On sale Sept 12

FC, 224 pages • $39.99 • HC, 9” x 12”

The animated science-fiction adventures seen in Rick and Morty are irreverent, shocking, and hilarious—from the cynical and rapid-fire one-liners to the grotesque and endearing character designs. Now, take a deep transdimensional dive into the creation of these many insane universes with The Art of Rick and Morty!

Exclusive never-before-seen concept and production art from the making of the hit animated series!

Bankshot #2 (of 5)

Alex de Campi (W), ChrisCross (A/Cover), and Snakebite Cortez (C)

On sale July 26

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries

Marcus King was shot in the back, paralyzed, and left for dead. But fate, a beautiful woman, and science intervened. Now King has returned, better than ever, on a mission to take down the most dangerous adversary from his past: the Dutchman. Spies! Intrigue! Betrayal!

Written by Eisner nominee Alex de Campi (Archie vs. Predator).

Art by ChrisCross (Convergence: Justice League of America).

The Black Beetle: Kara Bocek HC

Francesco Francavilla (W/A/Cover)

On sale Sept 6

FC, 56 pages • $14.99 • HC, 7” x 10”

The masked American hero ventures to the Middle East incognito (as Tom Sawyer) to fight Nazis in pursuit of a mysterious object of terrible power—a weapon of unknown origin, older than the pyramids, which could fuel the Thousand-Year Reich of Hitler’s dreams.

This story originally appeared in Dark Horse Presents #28-#32.

Afterlife with Archie cocreator returns to his acclaimed original series!

Black Hammer #11

Jeff Lemire (W/Variant cover), Dean Ormston (A/Cover), and Dave Stewart (C)

On sale July 19

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Ongoing

He was born into the Red Tribes of Mars. He walked the streets of Spiral City as a police officer by day, vigilante hero by night. And now he’s trapped in the sleepy-but-sinister Rockwood. In each of these places, Barbalien has been an outsider. He’s never felt at home. Maybe, in the end, home is not a location . . . it’s something to find in other people.

B.P.R.D.: The Devil You Know #1

Mike Mignola (W/Variant cover), Scott Allie (W), Laurence Campbell (A), Dave Stewart (C), and Duncan Fegredo (Cover)

On sale July 26

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Ongoing

Before they were vanquished by the BPRD, Lovecraftian monsters created a Hell on Earth. Now Liz Sherman leads a crew through monster-infested ruins on the most important rescue mission of her life. As society tries to rebuild, strange cults vie for influence, and a demon emerges to lead the way . . .

Briggs Land: Lone Wolves #2 (of 6)

Brian Wood (W), Mack Chater (A), Lee Loughridge (C), Matthew Woodson (Cover), and Fiona Staples (Variant cover)

On sale July 12

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries

When Isaac Briggs went overseas to war, he shed his quiet, reserved personality for something fiercer and far more nationalist than the rest of his family are prepared to deal with.

Brian Wood’s critically acclaimed series returns for its next chapter in an even more relevant postelection America.

Briggs Land is currently in development for a television series at AMC TV!

Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 11 #9

Christos Gage (W), Georges Jeanty (P/Variant cover), Dexter Vines (I/Variant cover), Dan Jackson (C), and Steve Morris (Cover)

On sale July 19

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Ongoing

The great escape is underway as Buffy, Faith, and Willow infiltrate headquarters at the Safe Zone. Everything and everyone they expected to stop their mission is in the way. The question is, can two powerless girls and one Slayer succeed with these ridiculous odds? Elsewhere: unexpected vampire complications . . .

Featuring everyone’s favorite “bad” Slayer, Faith Lehane!

“Any Buffy fan is going to be stoked about this new series, Season 11, and a new story arc of awesomeness!”—ComicWow!TV

Buffy the Vampire Slayer Omnibus: Season 8 Volume 1 TP

Joss Whedon (W), Brian K. Vaughan (W), Drew Goddard (W), Jeph Loeb (W), Georges Jeanty (P), Karl Moline (P), Paul Lee (P), Cliff Richards (P), Andy Owens (I), Dave Stewart (C), Michelle Madsen (C), and Jo Chen (Cover)

On sale Sept 13

FC, 592 pages • $24.99 • TP, 6” x 9”

Series creator Joss Whedon brought Buffy the Vampire Slayer back to life with this comics-only follow-up to Season 7 of the television show. Aptly named Season 8, these comics are the official sequel to Buffy and continue where the live-action series left off with the Slayer, her friends, and their ongoing challenge to fight the forces of darkness.

This oversized omnibus edition is one of two volumes that will contain the entirety of Season 8. Contains Buffy Season 8 Library Edition Volumes 1–2 (excluding sketchbook materials), all series covers (Buffy Season 8 #1–#20), the Willow one-shot Goddesses and Monsters, and the “Always Darkest” short from MySpace Dark Horse Presents #24.

A New York Times bestseller!

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Big Bads & Monsters Adult Coloring Book TP

Karl Moline (A/Cover), Georges Jeanty (A), Pablo Churin (A), Yishan Li (A), Newsha Ghasemi (A), Stephen Byrne (A), and others

On sale Sept 6

b&w, 96 pages • $14.99 • TP, 10” x 10”

Demons, horror, and fantasy fill these original illustrations based on Joss Whedon’s cult-classic television series. Inside this volume focused on their greatest foes, you’ll find heroes Buffy, Willow, Xander, and Giles fighting to save the world from the likes of the Master, Angelus, Spike, Drusilla, and other supernatural beasts and beings. Features forty-five original black-and-white illustrations.

Celebrating the twentieth anniversary of Joss Whedon’s cult-classic television series!

Colder Omnibus TP

Paul Tobin (W) and Juan Ferreyra (A/Cover)

On sale Sept 27

FC, 424 pages • $24.99 • TP, 7” x 10”

Declan Thomas, the former patient of an insane asylum that was destroyed in a fire, has the strange ability to step inside a person’s madness—and sometimes cure it. He hopes to one day cure his own, but time is running out, as a demonic predator pursues him.

Collects the entire Colder series.

Written by Eisner Award winner Paul Tobin (Bandette)!

Art by Green Arrow’s Juan Ferreyra!

“A fantastically twisted comic that uses horror elements brilliantly to create a suspenseful tale absolutely worth reading.”—Graphic Policy

Dark Horse Comics/DC Comics: Mask TP

Various (W/A)

On sale Sept 13

FC, 256 pages • $24.99 • TP, 7” x 10”

Grifter and the Mask team up and face off against smugglers at a Las Vegas weapons show. After destroying a planet, the Mask has a bounty on his head and Lobo hot on his tail in a mind-bending, time-twisting showdown between madmen. And last but not least, the Joker stumbles upon the mask, which inspires a new superpowered reign for the Clown Prince of Crime!

This volume collects Grifter/The Mask #1–#2, Lobo vs. the Mask #1–#2, and Joker/Mask #1–#4.

Collects never-before-reprinted material.

The Dark North HC

Martin Dunelind (W), Peter Bergting (A), Henrik Pettersson (A), Joakim Ericsson (A), Magnus Olsson (A), and Lukas Thelin (A/Cover)

On sale Sept 27

FC, 232 pages • $34.99 • HC, 9” x 11”

Originally crowdfunded in 2015, this illustrated prose/art book fusion features five unique tales ranging from Norse mythology to science fiction. The Dark North showcases artwork by Scandinavia’s leading illustrators and concept artists Peter Bergting, Henrik Pettersson, Joakim Ericsson, Magnus Olsson, and Lukas Thelin, prose by Martin Dunelind, and a foreword by author and filmmaker Clive Barker!

Foreword by Clive Barker!

Featuring artwork by Baltimore artist Peter Bergting, as well as popular game artists Henrik Pettersson, Magnus Olsson, Joakim Ericsson, and Lukas Thelin!

Dept. H #16

Matt Kindt (W/A/Cover) and Sharlene Kindt (C)

On sale July 19

FC, 28 pages • $3.99 • Ongoing

Looking into Hari Hardy’s past, it’s clear that Mia’s father’s long history has made him the author of his own destruction, and perhaps Mia’s as well. Meanwhile, some of the Dept. H crew appear to be going insane, for they feel compelled to aid a sea turtle older than time . . . and it demands to be worshiped?

Dragon Age: Knight Errant #3 (of 5)

Nunzio DeFilippis (W), Christina Weir (W), Fernando Heinz Furukawa (A), Michael Atiyeh (C), and Sachin Teng (Cover)

On sale July 12

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries

With Varric’s help, Vaea sets out on a rescue mission for the Inquisition. After dodging societal niceties with the stuffy prince Sebastian and the even stuffier Seneschal Granger, Vaea catches up to her quarry . . . only to discover the mission will be far from that simple!

Empowered Deluxe Edition Volume 3 HC

Adam Warren (W/A/Cover)

On sale Sept 13

b&w, 704 pages • $59.99 • HC, 6 1/2″ x 9”

Prepare your puny intellect for wonders awe-inspiring, comedy gut-busting, and images steamy within Adam Warren’s Empowered Deluxe Edition Volume 3. Collected within its vast confines are Empowered Volumes 7, 8, and 9 plus a priceless hoard of unpublished artwork, author’s notes, and arcane wisdom both illuminating and terrifying to behold!

Hardcover edition, 704 pages, limited to initial printing only!

2017 marks the tenth anniversary of Empowered!

The End League Library Edition HC

Rick Remender (W), Mat Broome (A), Eric Canete (A/Cover), Sean Parsons (A), Ashley MacDonald (A), Wendy Broome (C), Matthew Wilson (C), and Naomi Baker (C)

On sale Sept 20

FC, 248 pages • $39.99 • HC, 8″ x 12”

The genre-bending New York Times bestseller is now available in a deluxe oversized format! A thematic merging of The Lord of the Rings and Watchmen, The End League follows the last remaining superheroes on Earth as they embark on a desperate quest to find the one artifact that can save humanity—the Hammer of Thor. Superstar writer Rick Remender (Fear Agent, Tokyo Ghost) is joined by comics legends Mat Broome (X-Men, Batman) and Eric Canete (Iron Man, Martian Manhunter) on a perilous journey to save the world!

Collects all nine issues of the series.

Oversize library format matches the best-selling Fear Agent library editions!

Game of Thrones Jon Snow “Battle of the Bastards” Limited Edition Bust

On sale Aug 23 • Measures 6” from base to the top of his head, plus sword extension • $89.99

The pulse-pounding climax of the most recent HBO season of Game of Thrones was the “Battle of the Bastards,” where Jon Snow faces off in a life-or-death struggle with evil Ramsay Bolton—considered one of the most ambitious and elaborately choreographed battles ever staged for filmed entertainment. A key moment is when Jon prepares for his last stand by drawing his sword Longclaw and facing the Bolton army seemingly alone. This is the moment sculptor Dave Cortes and his studio capture.

This prepainted bust measures 6” from the base to the top of his head, plus sword extension. Edition size TBD at press time. Full-color deluxe packaging with a certificate of authenticity.

Groo: Play of the Gods #1 (of 4)

The return of Groo!

Sergio Aragonés (W/A/Cover), Mark Evanier (W), John Ercek (C), and Tom Luth (C)

On sale July 12

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries

Shakespeare wrote, “The play’s the thing.” Or was that Nathan Lane? Either way, the play matters, whether you be man or god . . . or even Groo.

In this, the first installment in the newest Groo miniseries (which is continued from the last Groo miniseries), the stupidest hero in the comic book shop finds himself in a new village . . . a village where you pray to the proper god or you pray for your life. And even the other gods know that they are all players. It’s from the award-winning team of Sergio Aragonés and Mark Evanier, with lettering by Stan Sakai, coloring by Tom Luth, and a running commentary by the gods above.

The all-star team returns: Sergio Aragonés, Mark Evanier, Tom Luth, and Stan Sakai.

Eisner and Harvey Award–winning creators and an Eisner Award–winning title!

Halo: UNSC Vulture Limited Edition Ship Replica

On sale Aug 9

6” limited edition • $49.99

The UNSC Vulture, also known as the AC-220 Gunship, is a heavy gunship used by the United Nations Space Command during the early years of the Human-Covenant War. The premier aerial combat vehicle for extended air-to-ground battles, the Vulture was originally produced to combat the rebel threat during the early years of the Insurrection.

The Vulture is heavily featured in the hit game Halo Wars 2, and now you can own this beautifully detailed polyresin, limited edition 6” replica. Includes display base. Limited edition of 2,000.

Hard Boiled HC (Second Edition)

Eisner Award Winner!

Frank Miller (W), Geof Darrow (W/A/Cover), and Dave Stewart (C)

On sale Sept 13

FC, 136 pages • $19.99 • HC, 8” x 12”

Carl Seltz is a suburban insurance investigator, a loving husband, and a devoted father. Nixon is a berserk, homicidal tax collector racking up mind-boggling body counts in a diseased urban slaughterhouse. Unit Four is the ultimate robot killing machine—and the last hope of the future’s enslaved mechanical servants. And they’re all the same psychotic entity.

From comic masters Geof Darrow and Frank Miller!

Recolored by Dave Stewart!

Collected in hardcover for the first time ever!

Joe Golem: Occult Detective—The Outer Dark #3 (of 3)

Mike Mignola (W), Christopher Golden (W), Patric Reynolds (A), Dave Stewart (C), and Dave Palumbo (Cover)

On sale July 26

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries

Joe discovers that the supernatural voices driving men insane may have roots in another dimension, and Church takes matters into his own hands when Lori starts to ask too many questions.

“Mike Mignola and Christopher Golden are a heck of a team, and Patric Reynolds continues to complement them perfectly by bringing unique worlds to life stunningly with his art.”—Big Comic Page

Lifeformed: Cleo Makes Contact TP

The fight for Earth’s future!

Matt Mair Lowery (W) and Cassie Anderson (A/Cover)

On sale Sept 6

FC, 192 pages • $12.99 • TP, 6” x 9”

In the wake of an alien invasion—and her father’s death—a young girl must fight for the future of Earth. Aided by a shape-shifting rebel alien posing as her father, the unlikely pair bond, fight back, and ponder what it means to be human. The powers of choice, courage, and unity are examined in Lifeformed: Cleo Makes Contact, an unforgettable debut work from creators Matt Mair Lowery and Cassie Anderson.

The first work by up-and-coming creators Matt Mair Lowery and Cassie Anderson!

Young adult sci-fi adventure starring a relatable, endearing young heroine.

Mass Effect: Andromeda—Tempest Silver Finish Limited-Edition Ship Replica

On sale July 19

8”, limited edition silver ship • $49.99

Mass Effect: Andromeda is a hit, and the new Tempest ship is key to the intergalactic exploring experience. Long and sleek, the new design is an instant classic.

Our 8” replica is also a hit, so we are offering collectors a special silver-colored, metal-plated limited edition. Approximately 8” long, this collector piece captures all the detail of the regular edition. Only 1,000 will be produced for worldwide distribution.

Mass Effect: Discovery #3 (of 4)

John Dombrow (W), Jeremy Barlow (W), Gabriel Guzmán (A/Cover), Michael Atiyeh (C), and Kate Niemczyk (Variant cover)

On sale July 26

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries

Following a lead to the lawless space station Omega, Tiran Kandros is closer than ever to uncovering the Andromeda Initiative’s biggest secret. Unfortunately, so is the deadly Agent Zeta! In a story that ties in to the highly anticipated Mass Effect: Andromeda game, writers John Dombrow and Jeremy Barlow and artist Gabriel Guzmán team up to create the next exciting chapter of the Mass Effect comics series!

From Eisner Award–nominated writer Jeremy Barlow!

Direct tie-in with Mass Effect: Andromeda for PlayStation 4 and Xbox One!

Misfits of Avalon Volume 3: The Future in the Wind TP

Kel McDonald (W/A/Cover)

On sale Sept 27

b&w, 216 pages • $14.99 • TP, 6” x 9”

Smart-mouthed teens Elsie, Kimber, Morgan, and Rae have enough to handle with magical rings, talking dogs, and faeries, but when they discover that the knight they’ve been battling for Excalibur is a familiar face with a mission of his own, they must get to the bottom of the real intentions behind the quest they were given.

Mister X: The Modern Age TP

Dean Motter (W/A/Cover)

On sale Sept 20

FC, 368 pages • $29.99 • TP, 7” x 10”

In the retrofuturistic metropolis of Radiant City, its mysterious creator, Mister X, must protect the city and its residents from the architecture of the city itself, which poses a danger to all those within it! Collecting every Mister X comic published by Dark Horse Comics, this trade includes Condemned, Excavations, and Razed, along with never-before-seen behind-the-scenes material!

All of Dark Horse’s Mister X material collected in an affordable paperback!

A great jumping-on point to the classic series!

Moebius Library: The Art of Edena HC

Moebius (W/A/Cover)

On sale Sept 20

FC, 176 pages • $34.99 • HC, 8” x 10”

A companion volume to the critically acclaimed and New York Times best-selling World of Edena graphic novel, Moebius Library: The Art of Edena collects four fantastic Edena-related short stories and a mother lode of Moebius illustrations. A celebration of the imagery of Edena and the creative enthusiasm Moebius held for his Edena universe, this volume collects the short stories “Seeing Naples,” “Another Planet,” “The Repairmen,” and “Dying to See Naples,” as Moebius explores his imagination with Stel and Atan, two of his favorite characters.

Out-of-print stories and hard-to-find images—collected in an affordable hardcover!

The second volume in Dark Horse’s Moebius Library series!

“Glowingly illustrated in the elegant clear-line art and rich colors for which Moebius is justly revered, the book careens spectacularly through science fiction, fantasy, allegory, pop psychology, and psychedelia.”—Publishers Weekly

The Once and Future Queen #5 (of 5)

Adam P. Knave (W), D.J. Kirkbride (W), and Nickolas Brokenshire (A/Cover)

On sale July 12

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries

Enemies are revealed and plans are set in motion as the Fae go to war! Can Rani, Gwen, Lance, and Merlin save humanity? And even if they do . . . at what cost?

“Fun, upbeat, and Wonderfully diverse.” —Big Comic Page

Predator: Hunters #3 (of 5)

Chris Warner (W), Francisco Ruiz Velasco (A/Variant cover), and Doug Wheatley (Cover)

On sale July 5

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries

Contact! The assault team encounters the Predator at night on the tropical island! First blood goes to the alien hunter, but ten-to-one odds and machine guns favor the humans . . . unless there’s something about their quarry they don’t know!

Rebels: These Free and Independent States #5 (of 8)

Brian Wood (W), Andrea Mutti (A), Lauren Affe (C), and Matthew Taylor (Cover)

On sale July 26

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries

As a veteran of the War of Independence, Seth Abbott retired to his Vermont cabin and lived a quiet life. When his son John returns from the War of 1812 to a bustling, vibrant America that’s finally found its place in the world, what awaits him?

“Gutsy, well-written and with solid artwork, it is the first part of a grounded historical tale that will elevate the literary value of anyone’s pull list.”—Word of the Nerd

Shadows on the Grave #6 (of 8)

Richard Corben (W/A/Cover)

On sale July 12

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries

A hunter becomes the hunted when he ventures into restricted woods, but the nature of his adversary is truly terrifying. Recurring dreams haunt a man every year around his birthday. And Denaeus surprises his enemy, the king, when he reappears with an offer to help.

“There’s also something about Corben’s distinctive artwork that’s inherently unnerving, from the grotesquely exaggerated facial features to his tense, claustrophobic panels and layouts.”—Big Comic Page

The Shaolin Cowboy: Who’ll Stop the Reign? #4 (of 4)

Geof Darrow (W/A/Cover), Dave Stewart (C), and Genndy Tartakovsky (Variant cover)

On sale July 19

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries

Bullets, claws, and fists fly when the evil congress of King Crab and the Revengers play their final trump card and attempt to pass a ban on the Shaolin Cowboy, who filibusters heads in the most dogged way possible. Who has the stronger constitution? Find out in issue #4!!!!!!

Star Trek: The Original Series Adult Coloring Book Volume 2—Where No Man Has Gone Before TP

Juann Cabal (A), Will Conrad (A), Gabriel Guzmán (A/Cover), and Derlis Santacruz (A)

On sale Sept 13

b&w, 96 pages • $14.99 • TP, 10” x 10”

The coloring voyage continues with Star Trek: The Original Series Adult Coloring Book—Where No Man Has Gone Before. This beautifully illustrated volume features all-new, stunningly detailed black-and-white images from seasons 2 and 3 of the iconic sixties television show. Printed on high-quality stock, each illustration offers an array of diverse details to color as faithfully or as wildly as you choose and is single sided to avoid unsightly bleed-though. This is a must-have collectible for Star Trek fans throughout the galaxy!

Forty-five brand-new black-and-white images from the second and third seasons of the classic science-fiction series!

Zodiac Starforce: Cries of the Fire Prince #1 (of 4)

Zodiac Starforce returns!

Kevin Panetta (W), Paulina Ganucheau (A/Cover), and Jen Bartel (Variant cover)

On sale July 5

FC, 32 pages • $3.99 • Miniseries

An elite group of teenage girls with magical powers have sworn to protect our planet against dark creatures . . . as long as they can get out of class! Known as the Zodiac Starforce, these high-school girls aren’t just combating math tests—they’re also battling monsters!

After defeating a former ZS member and her mean-girl minions, the girls thought they’d get a little break! But a new big bad’s come out to play, and demons are starting to overrun the downtown!

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Fanfic WIP Game

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

Tagging: @lemmewritesomeish @afriendlyblackhottie @brattyfics @breanime @sheabuttahwrites @desiraypark @sunshine-flower and any/all mutuals that would like to participate💜.

Note: Some snippets may be shorter than others. Also some titles are subject to change once the stories are completed and ready for posting.

WIP Titles:

Updated: 11/18/22

“Disastrous Deception: Part Four”- Angel Reyes x Black!OC (Aliyah).

"Nobody's Gonna Know" - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Black!Reader.

“Mini Mediators” - Pablo Schreiber x Black Reader.

“Peaked Interest” - Jay Halstead x Black Reader x Kevin Atwater.

“Feeling Flustered” - EZ Reyes x Black Reader.

“Loud And Wrong” - Kevin Atwater x Black Reader.

“All That Mouth” - Pablo Schreiber x Black Reader.

“Love Can Heal You” - Chris Evans x Black Reader.

“Clear A Bitch” - Chris Evans x Black Reader.

“Are You Listening?” - Rio x Black Reader.

“You Wear It Well” - Chris Evans x Black Reader.

“When We Play” - (could be Chris Evans, Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, or Ransom Drysdale. Haven’t decided yet😏) x Black Reader.

"The Way You Move" (Song Series) - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Black Reader.

“When You Come Around” - Chapter: “Restroom Occupied” - Dave East x Black!OC (Amina) x Kofi Siriboe.

“Don’t Hurt Yourself” - Chapter: “Shot For Me” - Odell Beckham Jr. x Black!OC (Aundraya A.K.A ‘Draya’).

“Don’t Hurt Yourself” - Chapter: “Love Drought” - Odell Beckham Jr. x Black!OC (Aundraya A.K.A ‘Draya’).

"My Sweet Empath" - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Black Reader.

“Disastrous Deception: Part Five” - Angel Reyes x Black!OC (Aliyah).

“Get Your Act Together” - Angel Reyes x Black Reader.

"Greatest Treasure" - Rio x Black Reader.

“Tell Me How You Feel” - Angel Reyes x Black Reader x Rio.

“Do Not Disturb” - Angel Reyes x Black!OC (Nicole).

“Want It, Need It” - Angel Reyes x Black Reader.

“Late Night Flights” - Chris Evans x Black Reader.

“Here We Go: Part Two” - Chris Evans x Black Reader.

“Mini Mediators” (part 3? Or a random drabble) - Pablo Schreiber x Black Reader.

Untitled Daily Struggles #2 - Chris Evans OR Pablo Schreiber (TBD) x Black Reader.

Untitled Daily Struggles #3 - Rio x Black Reader.

Untitled Ray Merrimen Drabble - Ray Merrimen (Pablo Schreiber) x Black Reader.

“Wedding Planning” (part of the Daily Struggles Series) - Chris Evans x Black Reader.

Bonus: If you ask for a bonus, I’ll list a few quotes that are written throughout parts 4,5, and 6 of “Disastrous Deception.”

Titles that are crossed out have already been selected and posted. If you would like to read them they can be found here under the category “snippets.”

Saw @drabbles-mc doing this and wanted to give it a try as well 😃. You guys should definitely head over to her page and send her an ask about her WIP’s, she’s such an amazing writer!

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The Mysterious Miranda (Chapter 5)

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader, daveed diggs x reader

summary: Your cousin Anthony drags you along to one of his neighbor’s infamous parties with his girlfriend, keeping you from a night in. Mr. Miranda, the host, is a mysterious man, but that isn’t the part that gets to you.

warnings: cheating, angst, do i need to warn about making out?, so much tension

words: 3731 (h o l y s h i t)

a/n: so i’m so sorry this took so long, but when I finally got into it I got really into it once i started. but i did it, I got it finished and I hope the wait was worth it. thank you to @digging-daveed as always, and the absolutely fantastic @secretschuylersister

part one part two part three part four part six part seven part eight part nine

The weeks following the date with Lin dragged on slowly with but a few visits with him, though not without struggle. Daveed had become particularly protective over you, but not in a possessive way like normal, as if he knew something was going on. You knew you couldn’t keep him a secret forever so with the help of Anthony and Jasmine, you planned a way to introduce him into conversation in such a way that made it seem you hadn’t seen him in years.

After your husband got home from work one evening, the two of you sat around the dinner table with Anthony and Jasmine, whom Daveed had kindly invited over for dinner one month following your date, and conversation flowed with ease.

“Thank you so much for inviting us for a meal, Mr. Diggs,” Anthony spoke up as he took his seat across from Jasmine.

“It’s the least I could do, with how kind you’ve been to my wife lately. It felt like my turn to host dinner for a change.” Daveed flashed his charismatic smile across the table as if to remind you of why you fell for him years before.

“Oh, that’s our pleasure, isn’t it, Jasmine?”

“Why of course! It’s delightful to have somebody who lights up the room.”

“Heaven knows Anthony doesn’t do such a thing,” you retorted with a soft laugh, sending a wink across to your cousin.

Anthony just snorted a laugh, taking a sip of his wine. “I reckon that’s why Daveed and I keep you ladies around, isn’t it?” He nudged him with his elbow.

“Oh, Ant! I heard a rumor that wedding bells are just ‘round the corner! Is that true?” You looked across to him with a cheeky smile toying at your lips.

“Wedding bells?” He raised an eyebrow and Jasmine quickly averted her attention to this conversation.

When she spoke just a second later, her tone was much different from Anthony’s; she had hope and excitement hinting in her voice. “Wedding bells? Is there something I need to know about, Anthony?”

“Somebody in West Egg told me so. Isn’t it true? I’ll plan the wedding, Ant; you won’t even need to lift a finger!”

“I know nobody in West Egg, now why should a stranger know my wedding plans before you?”

“Nobody? Surely that can’t be true, Ant!” You looked up from your food, gasping in mock disbelief. “I suppose you’re right. But I must be the first to know of your real wedding plans.”

“Not a single person. I live in a shack amongst mansions, why should I know anybody there?” Anthony swallowed a bite of his food. “If you aren’t the first to know, you can call the wedding off.”

Jasmine looked up from her food, folding the cloth napkin across her lap after wiping the corners of her mouth with it. “You must know Mr. Miranda.”

To this, your head whipped around to stare at Jazzy and your pursed your lips. Your heart jumped a bit in your chest, despite the planning that had gone into this, before you spoke up, voice soft, almost timid. “Miranda?” Even Daveed had his eyes glued on you now. “What Mr. Miranda?”

If a pin fell to the ground, it could be heard from a mile away in this silence. It was the deafening type, where you wanted nothing more than for somebody to say something, anything, to break you out of the suspense.

“Mr. Miranda? Why do I recognize that name?” Daveed’s voice filled the air, piercing the silence like a knife. You took a few seconds to compose yourself.

After Anthony had given himself a few seconds to think, he replied, “I believe he’s my neighbor, that Mr. Miranda. Is he the one who throws parties every week? It seems the entirety of New York shows up to-”

“No. That’s not how I know him.” Daveed held up a large hand to cut him off then furrowed his eyebrows in thought, turning his gaze to you. “You know who he is, don’t you?”

Your breath caught in your throat as soon as his attention turned to you. “I do know who he is, yes darling. I’ve certainly told you about him before.”

When you saw his raised eyebrows, you knew it was a signal to continue explaining, and it didn’t need to be asked of you twice. “Lin-Manuel Miranda, he was the man I saw before you. He went off to war and promised to come back for me, but he never did.”

“And what’s he got to do with anything?” He sounded almost jealous.

Jasmine’s eye roll could be heard in her voice. “He only throws the best parties in New York! Everybody goes to them, and I mean everybody. From the mob and the mafia to the governor and the mayor. Movie stars, Broadway stars, the list goes on and on.”

“And you said he lives next door to you, Anthony? Over on West Egg?”

Anthony pushed some curls out of his face and pulled his hair back into a ponytail, presumably so it didn’t fall into his food. “He does indeed. I went to a party at his place a few weeks ago. I believe I’m the only one to be invited. People just show up, you see, people from West Egg and East Egg and the rest of New York go to this party. When I went, nobody knew if Mr. Miranda was even real. He’s a real mystery.”

“New money,” Daveed scoffed, his curls bouncing as he shook his head. “He was in the military, didn’t you? He had no money when you knew him, and now he’s living in West Egg in a mansion?”

“He’s one of the wealthiest people in all of West Egg I reckon!” Jasmine grinned across at Anthony.

“Mansion? He had next to nothing when we met and courted, is he truly that wealthy?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, filthy rich! He has a fountain in his backyard and acres of gardens; he has millions.”

“Do you know how he got it?”

“I would bet my inheritance that it’s illegal money. He sounds like a crook to me.” Daveed’s words echoed through the room, leaving everybody in genuine shock.

Before you could stop yourself, you were defending him. “I’m sure he’s anything but! You have no right to judge a man you’ve never met.”

Daveed dropped his fork in disbelief, gaping at you with his jaw open. After taking a moment to compose himself, he took a deep breath and tried not to stutter when he moved his mouth to speak. “Everybody in West Egg is bathing in dirty new money. I can assure you this Mr. Miranda is no different.” The name was spat out of his mouth as if it left an unpleasant taste; you realized he was jealous.

You pursed your lips then turned to look at Anthony, opting to ignore your husband’s remarks. “Ant, my darling, I’d love to accompany you to one of Mr. Miranda’s parties. Maybe you could arrange a meeting this week, so he isn’t terribly shocked when I show up?”

“I will talk to him first thing tomorrow morning,” he assured you with his charismatic smile.

“Daveed, my love, would you care to join us at the party? I would love to show up on your arm.” You reached across the table to hold his hand, hoping to turn his mind to a more calming subject.

After a moment of hesitation, he simply nodded. “Of course. I would love that.” He was clearly lying through his teeth, but you took it.

“Great! I’ll meet him at Anthony’s home later this week to let him know we will be making an appearance. I’m worried he’ll be scared off if I show up without warning.”

The rest of the night was a blur of laughter and conversation between the four of you and before you knew it, it was time for Anthony and Jasmine to head home. You privately thanked them for the help with mentioning Lin and wished them well, then Ant promised to call you after the meeting with Lin the next morning.

“Mr. and Mrs. Diggs, I’m pleased you made it tonight!” Mr. Miranda’s voice was loud as he approached you, Daveed, and Anthony that Saturday evening, but it hardly seemed so amongst the noise of the booming party. “Please, have a look around. I’ll be right back.”

When Lin turned away to do God knows what, you rested a hand on the railing overlooking the party and let your gaze turn to your husband who was watching the partygoers with a certain expression of disdain and disgust.

“I’m telling you, most of these new money people are just filthy bootleggers, they’re crooks,” Daveed insisted as one arm wrapped around your waist.

“Mr. Miranda is a business man. He’s different from the rest of them.” You sighed out, pushing some hair out of your face. “Please try and be pleasant with him. You must at least give him a chance.”

Before he got the chance to reply, Lin’s voice called out from behind you and you felt his hand graze across your back. “May I introduce Senator Gulick?”

The four of you turned to look at them. The senator was a tall man with a well-trimmed grey beard and a black hat covering his balding head. “Mr. Ramos.” His voice was rather excitable as he introduced Anthony to the man, but it turned soft and affectionate along with his expression when he turned to you. “Mrs. Diggs.”

“So good to meet you!” Senator Gulick exclaimed.

You looked at him over your shoulder with a soft giggle. “Delighted.”

When you saw Lin next, his expression had morphed into something of an abhorrence, and it was half a second later that you realized his gaze was on Daveed. “Oh, and Mr. Diggs.” The two exchanged a friendly handshake. “Polo player!” He added on.

Daveed seemed stunned by the introduction, moving his mouth for a few seconds before forming words. “No, not me.” He shifted away from the conversation rather quickly and took a step in your direction, mumbling, “I’d rather not be the polo player. I’ve got more notable achievements in my life.”

You reached up to fix his bowtie with a chuckle, pressing your lips to his cheek gently. “You should be proud, Daveed. You’ve made quite the name for yourself in polo,” you assured him softly but stepped back when you noticed Lin looking at the two of you.

“May I show you around?” He raised an eyebrow, so you hooked your arm loosely around Daveed’s and followed him down the spiral stairs. “Now, have we met before, Mr. Diggs? About a month ago I believe?”

His expression was blank for a while before a sudden look of realization came across his face, and he grimaced. “That’s right! At the barber shop. And you were with Anthony here, weren’t you?”

“That’s right, see I knew I recognized your face.” A tense smile was shown to your husband, so you nudged his arm in an attempt to get him to lighten the mood.

“Well! You throw quite the party, Mr. Miranda. It certainly lives up to my expectations.”

“I’m delighted to hear that, Old Sport! I have them every week, and I have for a few years now. I’m glad you and the missus finally made it out to one; I’ve been hoping your wife would come since I threw my first party.”

“Is that so?” Daveed raised an eyebrow, glancing briefly at you. “It seems you’ve got a large audience, why is my wife such a fascination with you?”

Suddenly you gasped and looked over at Lin with wide eyes and a bright face. “Is that the Phillipa Soo?”

“You mean the movie star? Yes, she’s here at least once a month! Want me to introduce you?” His attention was turned immediately over to you, offering his arm out.

You glimpsed up at your distracted husband before grabbing onto Lin’s arm tightly, letting yourself stand right against his side, contrasting sharply to the distance you gave yourself and Daveed. You doubted this went past him unnoticed, but you didn’t mind.

“I’d rather not be the polo player.” Daveed looked over to Anthony who just clapped him on the back and walked away to find a table.

“I can’t believe you know Phillipa Soo!” You enthused under your breath, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. As soon as you approached the woman, you turned your glowing eyes to her and let yourself break free from his arm.

“Miss Soo, it’s marvelous to see you!” Lin flashed a charming smile. “This is a close friend of mine, Mrs. Diggs.”

Your hand met Phillipa’s halfway to shake firmly in greeting, offering her a warm grin. “Very glad to meet you, Miss Soo, it’s a pleasure.”

“Please, the pleasure is all mine,” she insisted with a polite smile right back to you. “How do you know Mr. Miranda?”

“We met close to five years ago in Louisville and grew quite close until he went off to fight in the war. We’ve recently reacquainted.”

“He was quite the war hero if I recall correct, wasn’t he?”

“Indeed he was! He’s got many tales of his time at war; I could listen to him talk for hours!”

“Well!” Lin laughed softly, offering his arm back to you. “We’ve got some business to attend to. It’s always a pleasure seeing you here, Miss Soo. You take care!”

With that, you and Lin turned around to look for Anthony and Daveed. As soon as you spotted them at a table, you pulled him along to the table and beamed to the pair. “I think I just met the nicest woman in all of New York!” You gushed, setting your fur neck wrap on the table along with the shawl covering your shoulders.

“Did you meet yourself at last, my dear?” Anthony asked, and you laughed out at that, taking a seat beside him. The seat was next to a mini balcony that overlooked the enormous dance floor. You rested your arm on the bar and leaned closer to Ant, letting your chin rest on your arm.

“No! The one and only Phillipa Soo.” You felt Lin’s eyes on you from behind, but you refrained from looking back and instead watched the party quietly for a few beats. “These things excite me, Ant. These parties?”

Your cousin lifted one eyebrow curiously and turned his gaze from the dance floor to you. “Do they now?”

“Oh, they do. Big parties, they’re so intimate, you know?” This caused his expression to become confused, so you elaborated. “There’s no privacy at a small party, now is there? At a big party, you can sneak off with whoever you wish and do whatever you wish.”

For just a moment, he just looked at you, and you couldn’t pinpoint what the look on his face was, but it made you breathe out an exasperated sigh and begin to fiddle with the glass “teardrops”, as you called them, on your dress. You heard Lin and Daveed conversing behind you and only hoped it was friendly.

Several minutes passed by where you were silently watching the dancers and the band on the floor before a voice came through saying they would begin the Foxtrot dance shortly. The men behind your back had grown quiet, so you made the assumption that the conversation had gone sour.

“Mr. Diggs,” Lin’s voice pulled you away from your thoughts, “Do you mind?” He made a gesture towards you that had your stomach twisting and a hopeful smile on your face.

As you turned to Daveed, he was clearing his voice to speak. “Of course not. I think I can keep myself amused.”

Lin offered you a hand to help you stand up, and you graciously accepted the help before following him off to the dance floor giggling. Once you got to the floor, you took his left hand into your right and let your other hand rest on his shoulder as his found a place on your waist, taking small steps into a simple dance.

“Was all this created from your own imagination?” You asked delicately.

“No.” There was a pregnant pause as he considered what to say next, and his voice grew softer with every word. “See, you were there all along. Every idea. Every decision.”

Another short pause. When he spoke this time, you could feel his breath on your neck. “Of course, if anything is not to your liking, I’ll change it.” Shivers ran down your spine.

“It’s perfect,” you decided at once, simpering as you met his eyes. “From your perfect, irresistible imagination.”

The way he looked at you made all the stars and planets align in the sky. You were just certain of it. For just a moment, you could swear you were the only two people in the world. Nobody else mattered. It took all the self-control in your body to not lean in and kiss him there; you knew your husband was watching from the stairs.

His lips grazed across your ear briefly before pausing there to breathe out a few words. “Let’s get out of here, go outside to the yards. I can’t imagine they’ll miss us terribly.”

“Where’s my husband?” You inquired, looking up at the balcony where he was just minutes before. Lin kept his lips close to your ear. “He left about a minute ago. Come on.”

With this new knowledge, you complied quickly and began to walk towards the exit, Lin’s hand resting on your back as a guide.

When you had gotten out of the crowd of people, there was a low gate that lead to a part of his yards you had never seen, so you rushed ahead to check things out. You passed through a curtain of branches to reveal your cousin’s cottage, releasing a giggle to yourself, then you found a large tree to stand behind.

As you heard footsteps approaching, you peeked out from behind the tree, taking in a breath when you saw Lin standing in front of the tree, just looking around for you. You hadn’t had the chance to appreciate it before, but he looked rather handsome with his perfectly tailored tuxedo and finely pulled back hair. You wondered what that hair looked like out of the ponytail.

The two of you stood in silent appreciation for one another, the eye contact particularly intimate compared to normal. Slowly but surely, he was approaching you, and you were backing up towards the tree until you were leaning against it with your arms behind your back.

Lin didn’t waste a single moment. The instant he was within arms reach of you, he let his soft hand rest against your cheek, his thumb stroking it gently as he just stared at you. It became clear that he was taking his time to examine your beauty, and you were quite taken by it, for the look on his face was the way every woman wanted to be looked at.

When he finally kissed you, it was full of a heated passion, yet there was a certain intimacy in it that had you falling for him even more than before. His hand reached down to grab your waist and pull his body against yours, and before you knew it, his lips were on your chin trailing down your neck.

You inhaled sharply at the kisses, letting your fingers run up and down his back now, then attached your lips back to his. This time with more fervor. It lasted but a moment when his lips moved right back to your neck, teeth grazing across the sensitive skin every once in awhile.

“God, I wish we could just run away,” you breathed out as your head fell onto his shoulder. Apparently, that wasn’t the right thing to say. His lips pulled back from your skin and hovered over your neck, but instead of moving to another place to leave kisses, they moved farther away.

“Run away?” Lin sounded dismayed, almost appalled. “That’s not honorable. No, we’re going to live here and start our lives here. I created this home and world for you, didn’t I?” He stepped back to look at you.

You were silent.

“I am not going to throw that away by running off. We will start our lives together here, in this house. I’ll stop the parties now that I’ve found you, we can have anything you want. You just have to tell your husband.”

“We used to have so much fun, Lin. We could never have that much fun if we stayed here; I would be shunned out of East Egg for good, the laughing stock! We can run away, start a life somewhere new. See, we wouldn’t need to deal with Daveed again.” You leaned against the tree with a sad sigh.

“Why are you so determined to leave?”

“I’m not! I just don’t think we should stay across the bay from Daveed.”

Lin’s eyebrows furrowed, examining your body language and expression intently before his expression softened. “You’re hiding something, aren’t you?”

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip at his question, squeezing your hand into a fist and letting go a few times to calm your nerves.

“I’m scared, Lin. Not for us, not for my husband, nor our life together, but for what happens next.” You inhaled deeply. “The last month has been hard on me, my love… I fear I may be with child.”

“Sir, Mr. Miranda sir!” A voice yelled out just as he opened his mouth to reply. You looked to see a servant rushing over to Lin, with Anthony following not far behind. “It’s Mr. Slagle, sir. He’s gotten into quite the mess with his temper. He needs to be calmed down.”

With wide eyes, Lin looked between you and the servant before approaching him, exchanging a few hushed words. “Mr. Ramos, could you keep her safe for me? I will be back as soon as possible, but I have business I must attend to promptly, should I wish to keep my job.”

His voice was all business at that point, but his face suggested he had burning questions to ask of you.

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