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lainiespicewrites · 7 months

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Coach Sy part 4 "The Date"

Here it is folks! Sy and Alayna's big first date and other things ;) Enjoy let me know what you think! No I promise I'm not stopping here!!

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, Smut! (p in v) , creampie, Dom Sy

Reblogs and comments are always welcome! all mistakes are mine! it's late and I definitely did not proof read because I was on a roll and excited about posting it! I'm sorry in advance for any grammatical errors

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It was another busy week. We were headed into the second week of October and that meant midterms were right around the corner. And so was fall break. Half of my students were anxious and stressed, they had test anxiety and were worried where this would put them on the class ranking. The others, I couldn’t get them to focus. They had one foot out the door ready for the long weekend, Ready for pumpkin patches and fall leaves. Surely plotting their next instagram post or tik tok or whatever it was they were doing now.

I actually didn’t see much of Sy during the week, the boys were up against another difficult team this friday so he spent most of his lunches watching tape for practice. We kept things professional when we did run into each other though. It helped that I wasn’t sure how far he wanted to take it after what he’d said saturday. He wanted to be a gentleman. I guess that meant he wasn’t going to kiss me again either until he took me out on a date. I could handle that. But it didn’t mean it wasn’t torture. Logan may be kind and sweet and the perfect gentleman. But he’s also a big fucking tease. And he was doing it on purpose!

I ran into him on Wednesday afternoon in the hallway. I was on my way back in from picking up lunch. He was on his way back to his classroom. He immediately smiled when he saw me

“Well there’s a sight for sore eyes, late lunch darlin?” He asked, leaning against the wall in the hallway. I blushed.

“Hey handsome, yeah, busy afternoon just got the chance to go pick something up.” I responded. Then added “I’ve missed are lunch dates, I haven’t seen much of you this week,” I bit my lip softly waiting for him respond.

“Yeah, me too, I’d much rather be having you for lunch,” He winked. “But I don’t think that’d be very work appropriate.” He smirked. I felt my face heat up and my eyes went wide.

“Sy!” I scolded trying so hard to hide my laugh. He cupped the my jaw and brushed his thumb over my cheek.

“Saturday’s only a few days away Darlin’, I waited over a year for you. Just a few more days and you can see as much of me as you want,” He drawled out chuckling softly.

My face went completely flush and my heart rate sped up. This had to be what a heart attack felt like. God this man knew what he was doing. My skin felt like it was burning and simultaneously I was puddle on the floor for him.

“You talk big game for a man that won’t even kiss me,” I teased, finally finding my voice again. I watched him as his eyes flickered behind me and he quickly turned to see if we were alone.

“I can’t baby, you’re like a drug or something. If I get started with you again I’m not gonna be able to stop. And this aint the right place for that sugar.” He smiled softly. He let his hand fall back to his side. We were in the middle of the hallway surely we couldn’t stand like this forever and not get caught. And he was right. Faculty dating isn’t against the rules. But at the rate we were going we would be fired if we took a step closer to each other right now.

“I do that much for you?” I asked, unable to hide smile.

“You do more than that sugar, you’ll see soon enough. I gotta head back to my classroom and get some work done. I’ll see you at the game Friday! You go eat darlin, don’t need you passin out on us,” he gave me one last soft smile before we parted ways and I headed back to my office.

On thursday night I went to dinner with the girls. And gave them all the details they’d been waiting for.

“Girl I would have melted! He did not!” Skyler gasped. I laughed and hid my blush behind a sip of wine.

“And in the middle of the school hallway, you guys are like teenagers,” Hayley shook her head, but smiled. “You better be back by curfew saturday night,” she smirked. I took another bite of the cake we were sharing for dessert and smiled skyler shook her head.

“I don’t think he plans on taking her back to her house unless he’s staying the night,” She joked.

“My god you guys can we get through one dinner without discussing my love life,”

“No, it was non-existent until he came along and we are fully invested. This is better than TV!” Skyler laughed. “Seriously though, I hope you have so much fun saturday night, you haven’t been out on a date in… well a really long time! You deserve this!”

“He does know you’re like horrible at bowling though right? Like when we used to go in high school your best game was like a 72, you might as well as just dropped it right in the gutter!” Hayley laughed.

“I tried to tell him! I chuckled. “If anything there will be a lot of laughter. And it’ll be an excuse for him to put his hands on me again.” I wiggled my eyebrows. Hayley rolled her eyes and skyler almost choked on her drink laughing. I love my friends so much!

Friday felt like it dragged on forever. Sy was busy all day again so I’d only heard from him in his usual “Good morning” text. We were busy in the office starting sign-ups for the first senior college campus field trip, and I skipped lunch so I was starving by the time I packed up my office at the end of the school day. Just as I was about to lock up my office there was a knock on my door.

I looked up and saw a few of the boys on the football team standing outside of my office.

“Derek, Matt, Tyler, Can I help you boys?” I smiled.

“We just wanted to thank you for being at our game last week Ms. P, You’re the best!” Derek spoke first. He was such a sweet kid. He was a shoein for a football scholarship at one of the big universities.

“Yeah and we heard you were gonna be there tonight too! That’s awesome, Coach says you’re our good luck charm and I think he’s right. No one’s got as much spirit as you!” Tyler laughed.

“You boys are just trying to butter me up to write your college recommendation letters,” I chuckled. “That’s so sweet of you to say, thank you! I can’t wait to watch you guys play tonight!”

“You rock Ms. Plummer! Oh and uh,” Matt smirked and stepped out from behind the other two boys I hadn’t noticed he was holding a bouquet of flowers. “Coach sent us to deliver these,” He said extending the vase out to me.

“Thank you Matt,” I smiled taking them from him and setting them on my desk. “You guys better get home Coach will have your head if you don’t take care of yourselves before the game!” They all smiled

“We’ll see you tonight Ms. P!” Derek called as they left the office. Shook my head and smiled to my self as picked up the flowers and finally closed up my office.

Once I got home from work I set the flowers on the counter and noticed there was a little card attached. I pulled off the little envelope and took out the card.

“Flowers for our gorgeous good luck charm. It’s gonna be a great game! Can’t wait to see you tonight Sugar ;)” I could feel my cheeks heating up and I smiled to myself. He was too much sometimes. But I loved it. I ate a quick dinner, changed into some jeans and put on Sy’s hoodie I still had from last weekend. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I sprayed on a little perfume that he had complimented a while ago. And then headed out the door to get to the game a little early.

I don’t know why I was trying to impress him. I already had him. But I really enjoyed having his attention. And I missed it so much this week while he was busy. The spot next to his truck was open so I parked next to him. It was starting to feel natural. I liked it. It felt like we belonged together. I shook my head. I was getting ahead of myself.

When I headed toward the field I found him immediately. He was standing on the sidelines talking with the other coaches while the boys were warming up. I walked along the fence that ran along the outside of the track and stood leaned against it waiting for him to see me. One of the other coaches saw me first and smirked. He sent me a little wink before he nudged Sy and nodded in my direction. Sy raised his eyebrow and turned to see what Nick was looking at. I smiled and and waved shyly. “I’ll be back, Nick get the boys started on the next defensive drill, I want ‘em good and focused tonight!” He said barely looking back to catch his assistant coaches response before he strode over to the fence giving me a toothy grin.

“Hello beautiful,” He smiled as he leaned his hip against the fence.

“Hey handsome, looks like the boys are in good shape for the game tonight!” I said. He looked out at the field and watched them for a minute and nodded.

“Yeah, we’re lookin’ even better now that our good luck charm is here. The boys couldn’t wait to give you your flowers.” He chuckled, turning back to face me.

“Yeah? I’m sure THEY couldn’t,” I smirked. “Thank you they were beautiful, and the card was sweet Sy, you didn’t need to do that.”

“Gentlemen always, sends flowers on the first date,” He teased.

“Yeah but it’s not until tomorrow,” I joked.

“Okay, so maybe I felt bad that i’ve been a little busy this week, just wanted you to know that I’m eager to see you again. I’m always thinking about ya,” he smiled

“Sy,” i blushed

“It’s true, I’m always thinking about your pretty little smile. And those lips.” He paused “The way you taste. And those tits,” He smirked wiggling is eyebrows.

“Oh my god,” I blushed and folded my arms against the fence hiding my face. “You are ridiculous!” I mumbled against my sleeve. He chuckled.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” He asked raising an eyebrow. I lifted my head to meet his gaze biting my lip softly.

“It might be.” I said shyly.

“So you’ve been thinking about me too,” He smirked.

“It’s kinda hard not too,” I admitted. He smiled and holding my gaze for a moment before looking back at the field, then behind me at the bleachers.

“It’s probably not appropriate for us to show PDA around the students like this huh?” He said sadly, “I wanna kiss you so bad,”

“Well, it is technically after work hours, and theres no harm in a good luck kiss.” I smiled batting my eyelashes playfully.

“I like the way you think Darlin,” He smirked cupping my jaw tilting my face up and pressing his lips to mine softly. We stayed like that for a few seconds breathing each other in. It’d been a long week. Finally we pulled away when one of the players whistled from the sidelines. Sy chuckled and shook his head.

“Good luch coach.”

They didn’t need it, the boys played amazing. The predictions would be that this would be a close scoring game, but our team shut them out. The final score was 54 to 10. They had 4 straight consecutive wins this season. They were undefeated so far and if they won again next week it would be the first time in 15 years we’d headed into an undefeated season. Sy was really soaking it up after the game.

“Well look at you Cowboy.” I smiled waiting against my car as he walked out to his truck after everyone had cleared out. “You’re famous around here now.”

“Nah, the boys deserve all the credit, they’re the ones putting in the work.” He said humbly.

“I saw you celebrating you out there, You love this!” I grinned, looking up at him as he stopped right in front of me. “You’re a damn good coach, they wouldn’t be this good without you,” I put my hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder pulling him closer.

“With a beauty like you cheering us on we’re unstoppable baby,” He said softly grabbing my belt loops and pulling me against him kissing me roughly. I let him bit my lip and slip his hands down to squeeze my ass before I pulled away and pushed him back softly with my hand on his chest.

“Slow down Tiger, you haven’t taken me out yet remember?” I smirked. He groaned dropping his head to my shoulder breaking heavily against my neck. “Whats got you all riled up captain?

“You showing up in my hoodie, kissing me like that, acting all shy, you’re such a tease baby,” he growled.

“Me? And your little stunt in the hallway this week wasn’t teasing? I couldn’t focus for the rest of the day! And I couldn’t kiss you then!” I pouted. He smirked.

“Yeah I guess that wasn’t fair was it?” He brushed my hair back away from my face and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Okay, we better get out of here before I try and take you home with me again,”

“One more day Logan, you did this to yourself!” I winked. “It’ll be worth it.” He chuckled.

“I’ll pick you up around 7:30 for dinner, the bowling thing starts at 9 is that okay?” He asked.

I nodded “That sounds perfect Sy! I’ll see you then,” I said walking around to the drivers side of my car and opening the door.

“Get home safe, Text me when you get home.” He said as he got in his truck.

“I will!”

The next day I was so anxious. Logan and I had been out together before but this was different. I could barely eat I was so nervous. I sat around trying to get some housework done, but I couldn’t even nervous clean. So I sat down and tried to get some reading done, but then there was a spicy scene in the book I was reading and, well my mind wandered to Sy and I was nervous all over again. Finally 6 o’clock rolled around and I let myself start to get ready. I pulled on a pair of tight jeans I hoped he’d like. Not that it would matter. By the end of the night I knew they’d be off. I put on a dark green v neck. I’ve noticed he seems to like that color. We would eventually have to switch to bowling shoes so I just put on a pair of converse and paced while I tried to figure out what to do with my hair and how much make up I should do. Then I panicked again because, Should I pack a bag?

It’s very likely I’ll end up at his place again. Unless he doesn’t want me to stay over. I don’t want to assume. Maybe I should text him. No because I didn’t want him to know I was thinking about what we’d be doing later. But I was. And I’m sure he was. This was Ridiculous. I picked up my phone and sent a quick text.

“Do gentlemens let their ladyfriends sleepover on the first date?” I sent. That sounds so stupid, He’s gonna think your stupid. He’s literally gonna call you and cancel the whole thing. My phone buzzed and I jumped a little lost in thought and anxiety.

“When they’re lucky enough to have a date as sexy as you they do ;)” He replied. Okay so maybe I’m not stupid.

“Would it be unladylike and presumptuous for me to be prepared for said occasion?” I texted back. Instead of texting my phone rang. I answered him quickly

“Hello?” I giggled.

“Hey Darlin’ I was just getting ready to come pick you up and I was thinking, Do you wanna stay at my place tonight?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Sy,” I chuckled “You didn’t have to.” he shushed me.

“Listen baby, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but the way we’ve been going at it this week, I figured I may as well formally ask.” He was holding back laughter.

“I’d be honored to stay with you tonight, I’ll pack a back,” I teased. He chuckled

“Good girl, I’ll see you in 20 baby,” we hung up and bit my lip shaking my head to myself. He was so damn cute! I finished getting ready and threw a few overnight essentials in a bag. Just as I was double checking everything there was a knock on my door. I grabbed my purse and bag and opened the door to see Sy with another bouquet of flowers and a big grin.

“Hey gorgeous! You ready?” He smiled. I nodded.

“Yeah! Those for me?” I blushed.

“Told ya, Gentleman always brings flowers on the first date.” He smirked proud of himself. They were a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses.

“Your momma raised a good man!” I smiled. “They’re beautiful, I’ll go put these in some water and we can go!” After I found a vase and set them on the counter next to last nights flowers we left for dinner. He took me to a local burger joint. It reminded me of one of the restaurants in Grease. He’d genuinely put thought into this! We ate dinner and even shared a milkshake.

“You’re such a dork!” I laughed when he leaned across the table to take a sip.

“You like it or you wouldn’t keep me around,” He joked.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” He laughed and his eyes flickered to my lips.

“Hold still sugar, you got a little something,” He took his thumb and swiped the ice cream off my bottom lip and then brought it to his lips sucking it off. I swallowed hard and bit my lip “Got it,” He winked.

“Mmhmm, you did,” I stuttered.

After he paid for dinner he drove us to the bowling alley and we got set up on a lane for the night. We also got a little wrist band for the bar. “I”m gonna go get a beer sugar you want anything?” He asked.

“I’ll take a wine cooler, whatever they got!” I smiled. I set up our screen putting our names on the board and started our first game. I felt him wrap his arm around my waist and he pulled me close pressing a kiss to my neck.

“You ready?” he asked handing me my drink? I nodded biting my lip and trying to control my breathing. I didn’t want him to know how easy it was for him to make me lose my mind. He chuckled and kissed my cheek letting go of me and picked up his ball.

Sy was up first and I watched as he stepped up to the lane. He drew his arm back and let the ball come forward dropping it perfectly in the middle He hit all but two pins in the far left. Of course he was good at this. “Damn Sy, I didn’t realize you were a professional at every sport.” I joked. He chuckled.

“A couple buddies and I used to play on a league in high school. It’s been a while.” He picked up his ball again when it came back through and stepped up to the line again and it spiraled down and curved perfectly knocking down the last pins. “Guess I still got it!” He smirked. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink. I grabbed my ball and stepped up to the line. Well, I’ve made myself look stupid before and he’s still here so, here’s to embarrassing myself! I threw the ball and it dropped hard immediately rolling toward the right gutter. I sighed heavy and dropped my head in shame. I could hear Logan trying not to laugh.

“Shut up,” I said when I turned around waiting for my ball.

“That was a good try,” He snickered.

“I’ll get the next one!” I said confidently. I did not. This one rolled more to the left skated along the edge and knocked down two pins. I winced but laughed at myself when I turned around.

“You hit em that time!” I laughed.

“We can’t all be perfect like you Sy!” I joked. He shook his head his chest shaking with laughter.

“I can help you if you want,” He smiled sweetly. I wasn’t going to give into him that easily. Not yet.

“No! I can do it,” I said stubbornly. He just laughed. We went on like that for a while. The next turn He bowled a strike. I knocked down 4. He picked up another spare. I got 6. He got another strike. I threw another gutterball. When it was my turn again I downed the rest of my drink and stood up grabbing the ball. I walked up to the line and stood their for a second. I stared at the pins and the turned back towards Sy and pouted.

“Okay I give up, help,” He smiled standing up from the table and walked up behind me.

“Come here baby, Stand a little more to the right of center.” He moved us over and grabbed my hip so I was completely pressed against him. He slowly ran his hand down my arm gently grabbing my wrist. Guiding it back to show me how to throw the ball. He was saying something but I honestly couldn’t hear the instructions he was giving over my heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Just like that and let it go okay.” he smiled. I nodded and he guidded me again helping me throw the ball. This time I knocked down all but one. “Thats my girl!” He said spinning me around and kissing me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders kissing him back. He pulled away quickly and smiled. “I knew you could do it.” We finished the first game and of course Sy had Won. He got me another drink and he switched to water so he could drive us home. The second drink was starting to hit and I kept calling him over to help me and teasing him by pressing my ass against him everytime he was behind me. At the end of the last game he was behind me helping me throw again. I was definitely a little buzzed.

I pressed my ass against him grinding against him to whatever song was playing on the old jukebox. But he was done with my teasing. He growled in my ear squeezing my hip tight. And after I let go of the ball he turned me around crashing his lips to mine. I smirked when we pulled away. “What do you think you’re doing darlin, hmm?” he smirked.

“Just having fun Sy,” I ran my hand down his chest and his stomach. He grabbed my wrist stoppinig me before I could get any further. I pouted. “Buzzkill,” He shook his head.

“You’re in for it when we get home darlin, don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” we left the bowling alley and got back in the truck. I was so excited for him to get us home.

“Such a naughtly little girl teasing me in public like that. You like misbehaving don’t you,” He growled when we were on the main road back home. His hand had been on my thigh the whole drive. His fingertips softly massaging the inside.

“I think you like it when I do,” I teased. I reached over and ran my had across his lap and smirked when I felt the bulge in his jeans. I playfully squeezed him and he cursed under his breath.

“What am I gonna do with you.” He groaned. He pulled into his drive way and threw it into park. He jumped out and ran to my side of the truck. I had just enough time to unbuckle my seatbelt before he pulled me out and threw me over his shoulder.

“Sy!” I laughed. He smacked my ass.

“You asked for this sugar!” He carried me into the house and took me straight to his bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach. I squealed playfully as he pulled down my jeans and panties tossing them to the side. “You wanna be a brat and misbehave. You’re gonna learn baby.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack on my ass. “Bad girls get punished.” I could feel myself dripping already. God it was like he was straight out of a romance novel. But he was real. This was happening. He gave a hard slap to the other cheek and I whimpered. He rubbed over it soothing it gently. “You like this don’t you, when I take control?” I moaned inresponse.

“Words sugar,” He smacked my ass again and I yellped not ready for it.

“Yes Sir!” I choked out.

“That’s my good girl, now stay just like that, Ive been dying to bend you over all week.” I heard him unzip his jeans and then felt him press the head of his cock against my folds. He didn’t give me time to adjust this time. He just slammed into me.

“Fuck Sy!” I moaned as he started a relentless pace. He tangled his fingers in my hair as he fucked me from behind pulling me up against his chest.

“I love when your like this, when you’re so needy for me. You’ve been aching for my cock all week. And You’d do anything to get it.” I blushed. Fuck he was right. I moaned as he thrusted harder.

“Say it,” he growled in my ear.

“Mm fuck I need your cock Logan,” I moaned. I heard him groan and felt his fingers pressing against my clit as he reached around to help me reach my climax.

“I know baby, and you needed me to make you cum didn’t you, I’m gonna let you cum baby all you have to do is ask.” It felt so fucking good. He was so intense. His words his motions. The things he was doing to me was too much.

“Please Sy,” I begged.

“Please what baby?” He smirked as his thrusts became sloppy. I groaned feeling it build up inside me.

“Please let me cum!” I moaned. He Pushed me back down so my face was against the mattress and grabbed my hips thrusting into me.

“Let go baby, I gotcha, I’m right here baby, cum for me. “ his name tumbled from my lips as my walls clenched around him and I reached my climax. He wasn’t far behind. A few more thrusts and he was cumming inside me. Growling in my ear telling me how good I was.

“Fuck,” He breathed pulling out and laying on the bed next to me. He pulled me on top of him, combing his fingers through my hair. “Well, I’d say that went well,” He smirked. I shook my head trying to catch my breath.

“You’re an idiot.” I laughed.

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shurislover · 10 months

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Private But Not A Secret

Letitia x Black Reader

a lil soft launch , been in my drafts forever

warnings : none just Tish talking bout her baby 🥺

“ Alright so now we have the Wakanda Forever questions out the way. Let’s talk about your personal life, what do you enjoy doing on your free time ?”- The interviewer questioned

“ Aw man I really enjoy being out with my friends , I used to be such a homebody and now i’m trying to go out and have some fun. “

“ A night out with friends is always fun. I recently seen you were out in Jamaica. How was that ?”

“ Jamaica is so nice , I absolutely love being there. I definitely will be making plans to go there again this year. Have you been to Jamaica? “ - Letitia questioned

“ I’m actually going in 2 weeks , i’ve never been so i’m very excited to go“

“ You’re going to absolutely love it, and make sure try the KFC there , it’s so much better “- Letitia smiled

“ Definitely will be trying that . Now you know you have some very nosy fans as soon as they heard they could leave me questions to ask you they blew up my comments. I’m gonna ask you the main three I kept seeing. Is Ms Letitia Wright in a relationship?”

Letitia laughed and shook her head

“ Y’all so nosy “ - She laughed. Letitia felt her cheeks get hot as she started thinking about you.

“ Hmm. Should I tell you guys ? You know what, I’m gonna spill the beans, it’s been long enough I’ve been with my beautiful girlfriend for 2 years and she’s my everything. Crazy because our anniversary is today “- Letitia nodded

“For starters happy anniversary you two. Could you tell us more about her? What is she like ? Will we get to see her any time soon ?”

“ She’s the love of my life. I honestly cant imagine life without her. That woman is everything to me. We actually were childhood best friends, I lost contact with her once I moved to the UK. Then at the first Black Panther Premiere we ran into each other and honestly the rest is history. Two years ago today I asked her to be my girlfriend. It was such a nice set up, took her to Paris and asked her to be my girlfriend under the Eiffel Tower. And to answer the last question I will be keeping my baby private.

“ How come ?”-

“ I’m a very private person when it comes to my personal life. I want my baby to have a normal life. I want to make sure she’s safe when she’s not around me. I don’t want my nosy fans in her DMs or making her comments all about me since she does her little thing with TikTok , Youtube & Instagram. It was a mutual decision to keep it private and honestly keeping it private has been so nice, nobody bothering us or tagging us in each others posts and what not. I really love it. “

“ I get that 100 % , sometimes fans take it too far and it just ruins everything. I’m so glad you found someone who truly makes you happy. Where do you guys see yourselves in 5 years ?”

“ Married for sure , I can’t wait to marry her . Everyday she gives me a reason why I need to put a ring on her finger now. Hmm in 5 years maybe a baby. I believe she’d be a good mom, she’s amazing with my little sister, everytime I see them interact my heart jumps. Besides that I would love more roles in movies “

“ So what i’m hearing is the next time I interview you , Ms. Letitia Wright will be married with a baby on the way ?”

“ Depends on when you interview me but yes married and a baby on the way. “

“ Cant wait to see that and I’m wishing you and your girlfriend the best. Next question , did you ever expect to blow up on tiktok ?”

“ Honestly no , it was a shock to me. The whole world is crushing on me, you got everyone calling me their girlfriend or wife I think it’s cute. I don’t mind them at all, i really appreciate them. So many fans take so much time making edits and things like that I love them “

“ These fans really love you , okay so last question , can we expect anything new for you after Wakanda Forever ?”

“ Yes of course I can’t really tell you guys much I have two movies dropping soon and I’m very excited for everyone to watch. One movie i filmed a while back and this new movie is something new and I think you’ll love it.”

“ Cant wait to see your new projects , thank you so much for being here today and sharing everything with us. Hope to see you soon and enjoy your anniversary.

“ Thank you and I will be seeing you soon showing you wedding pictures and sonograms” - Letitia laughed

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babyboo 💍

you did amazing in your interview baby, come home soon i got dinner planned. i love you and travel safely

mi amor ��

love u so much baby, i’m in the uber on the way home. I picked you up a surprise. see you when I get home

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runningthroughthegarden · 1 year

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sometimes friends fall out for the right reasons- rowan laslow

summary: your best friend has been acting weird and it kills you not knowing why. you confront him about it, along with some other confessions

(part 2 is posted on my page)

Rowan has been acting weird lately.

Well, weird for a kid who has telekinetic powers.

I don't know what's going on and it's killing me. Rowan usually tells me everything, but this time it's different. We've been best friends since birth and never in my life have I seen him like this.

I've tried talking to Xavier, but he's just as confused as I am. But I am determined to find out what is going on with Rowan.

"Hey Row!" you say pulling up a chair next to him.

Silence. He goes back to reading that same weird old book.

"I was thinking maybe we could go out to stargaze again tonight. It's supposed to be super clear out tonight" you say hoping he will finally agree.

"I don't know y/n... I've got something I have to do tonight" he answers.

"C'mon we haven't hung out in forever" you say pulling his hand into yours with a smile pulling on your lips.

He sighs. "Okay fine" he says rolling his eyes with a slight smile.

As you finish your last piece of homework, you look over to the clock seeing it's time to meet Rowan. You throw on your leather jacket, quickly leaving your dorm and grabbing a blanket on the way out.

The walk to the edge of the woods went by quickly and you were excited to be with Rowan again. Maybe tonight was finally the night you get to the bottom of what's been up with him lately. Maybe tonight you will finally express your feelings for him.

He hadn't arrived yet, so you took it upon yourself to set up the blanket. You can hear a cello being played in the distance.

It'd been twenty minutes. "He'll be here soon, probably just wrapping up some homework" you thought.

Forty minutes. "He should be here any minute" you say, exhaling with a slight shiver.

Two hours. You finally decided he wasn't coming. You were far too cold to wait any longer, so you slowly got up picking up your blanket. The walk back to your dorm was filled with disappointment. Never in your entire friendship had Rowan stood you up without saying anything. You felt a familiar twinge in your heart, you wanted so badly to have the old Rowan back.

The next day you hadn't seen Rowan at all. You were pissed off because he wasn't even there to see you ignoring him. You had finally had enough.

Walking to his dorm you could feel your steps picking up and your heart beating faster. You quickly knock on his door waiting for a response.

And there he is. Hair a mess. Glasses missing. A simple white t-shirt. You were supposed to be mad at him, but you couldn't help but weaken at the sight of him.

"Where the hell were you!" you say pushing past him and into his dorm.

"I waited for two hours! In the freezing cold. Hoping you just lost track of time. But you didn't show. No text or call. No nothing!"

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Look I told you I had some things to take care of" he sighs.

"Well you could've told me! You didn't have to leave me in the cold like that!!"

He sighs and rolls his eyes.

"Are you seriously upset right now? You don't get to be upset! I have been so patient with you lately Rowan. I knew something was wrong, but I didn't try to push it. I have been waiting for you to come to me but it's like I don't even exist to you anymore!" you slightly shout, anger building in your body.

"Jesus Christ, I don't need this right now y/n!! You have no fucking idea what I've been going through. I'm SO sorry I missed our stupid little date, but I have actual shit I need to get done. And I don't need you following me around like a lost puppy. Just leave me the hell alone".

You could feel tears brimming your eyes.

You scoff. "And to think I was in love with you"

Rowan laughs.

You feel your heart sink.

He stares down at you slowly backing you up against the wall. You could feel his breath against your cheek as he looks down at you.

"Forget about your stupid little crush and get out of my room. I don't need you" he says while backing away waiting for you to leave.

You run out of his room as soon as he backed away.

How could he? Whatever is going on has seriously fucked with Rowans head.

As you crash into your bed sobbing, you can only hope that your Row will come back.

#rowan laslow #rowan x reader #wednesday addams #rowan laslow x reader

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1waveshortofashipwreck · 1 month

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Hello! For the love letter- my name is Claire, I’m a female and my pronouns are she/her. Could you possibly write for Grant??

Thanks again!! 🩵

CLAIRE MY LOVE!! I'm so so sorry this took forever 🫠 Here it is tho! One (1) love letter from the adorable Chuck Grant! I may or may not have stolen a couple details you mentioned from your ship a while back 😂 Hope you like it 🥰❤️

31 January, 1945

My adorable Claire!

How are you? How has your day been? I miss you more than words could possibly say. Thinking about you was the only thing that got me through the cold nights in Bastogne - I thought about those nights when we would sit in front of our fireplace and share a hot chocolate. I will never forget the night we opened your letter of acceptance to medical school, we were so excited we spilled the hot chocolate all over the letter!

We just moved from Bastogne to a place called Haguenau. It’s not exactly the Ritz, but it beats sleeping in a foxhole in the snow every night. We’ve been hearing rumors that the war is starting to wind down - I’m so afraid of having false hope, but I can’t stop myself from being excited to come home to the love of my life. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms again, to laugh at the ridiculous jokes that only we understand, to have lazy mornings and adventurous days with you.

I think what I miss the most is getting to have dinner with you at the end of the day. I always knew, no matter how awful of a day I had, that I was coming home to you - Claire, you are my home. I love getting to just sit with you and hear about your day - how your job went, what the traffic was like on the way home, who you ran into at the post office, my darling I could listen to you talk for hours.

They’re sending some of us out on a patrol tonight to get some German prisoners - I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling in my gut about it. The war is almost over, do we really need to risk our lives again over something as menial as gathering up a couple of Germans to interrogate? I don’t understand it at all, and I’m worried it’s not going to end well.

I think that is all of the updates I have for you, my love. How is medical school going? Are your professors treating you alright? I’m still so proud of you - I know you worked your ass of to get where you are today. I’m pretty sure the boys here are tired of hearing me talk about you.

I will write to you again as soon as I can, Claire. I love you more than you can imagine. Please be sure to take care of yourself, and don’t have too much fun while I’m gone!

Your’s always,

Chuck

#band of brothers #easy company #hbo war #hbo #chuck grant #band of brothers fanfic #easy company x reader #band of brothers x reader #chuck grant x reader #love letter #my writing #emily shut up #request #coco-bean-1218

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brighter-by-the-daly · 1 year

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Rachel Daly x Millie Bright x Reader

Part Four - Departure

Posted: 22/04/23, Edited: 24/09/23

AN: Thank you to @ac3may for the late night brainstorming sessions for this series 💜

“I’m gonna miss you sooo much!” Rachel whined from the drivers side of the car. “We’re only going for a week Rach!” Millie chimed from the back seat, poking fun at her best friend’s need to have you around 24/7. “You’re not in love, you don’t understand!” your girlfriend snapped in jest, “well that’s a bit rude” Millie muttered to herself barely in earshot but just loud enough that you heard her. “This is the longest we’ve ever been apart!” Rachel’s whining continued as she placed a hand on your knee which you ignored. She’d been determined to wind you up since last night and was getting on your last nerve, “I can’t remember the last holiday I went on” sighing as you continued to daydream out of the window at the passing scenery. “Oh okay, do I not exist? Can nobody hear me?” Rachel looked around the car at the two girls next to her dramatically. Rolling your eyes before turning your head to look at your woman, “so this is my life is it? Stuck to you forever?” your side eye burned a hole in her head partnered with a smirk to show you’re playing with her. “We haven’t even been on holiday together yet and you’re going with Millie! I heard that eye roll by the way. I’ve lost count of how many eye rolls you’ve done during this journey!” Rachel’s tone jokey but extremely jealous you were going away without her. “Oh my god you needy little bitch!” Millie straight face stared at her bestie in the rear view mirror. “Do you know how badly I need a holiday!?” “Yes! You don’t shut up about it! When you get to Champion’s League, then you can have a holiday!” Millie swiped at her causing you to smack a hand over your mouth to hide the giggle coming from within. Rachel’s hand tightened the grip on your knee hearing you trying to hold back your laughter, knowing all too well that once one of you starts laughing, you’re all gonna set off and once you three start, there’s no stopping you. “Well I’m sure you two will have a looovely time without me” Rach continued sarcastically “just think of me when you’re soaking up that sun yeah! You sure as hell need some Brighty!” The banter inside the car was too much for your hand to hold back as the laughs came flooding out of your mouth making the other two to erupt in laughter as well. “In all seriousness though..” Millie leant through the middle to look at Rach “we won’t miss ya!” she mocked, trying her best to act serious but struggled to keep a straight face as Rach attempted to swipe at her behind the seat. “Wooow okay, maybe I’ll find a new best friend and girlfriend while you’re away” she said acting smug with herself. “I’d like to see you try and find someone that’ll put up with all your crap!” you hit back at her as you interlocked your fingers with hers. “I think you’re both being very rude!” Rachel ended in a silly voice as she pulled into the airport car park.

Chelsea lost the first leg of the Champions League semi final which you all watched together the day before. Even though she was injured, Millie was always going to go to Barcelona with the girls but with so many players injured, there was plenty of free space on the plane and she’d managed to blag you on. Who says no to a free holiday? No one, that’s who. Rach had encouraged you into going and was excited until you got in the car this morning and started to act unbearably needy. It was cute really but you liked playing with her, she knew you’d miss her too but at the moment you were having fun with it.

Lugging the bags out of the car Millie walked away to take a phone call leaving you and Rach alone. Sinking into the boot of the car you took a moment to say goodbye “I am gonna miss you yknow” you said stroking her forearm knowing it makes her feel tingly. “Of course I do, you don’t hide it very well” she winked as her elbow prodded your ribs. “Don’t do that when I’m leaving” you shoved her shoulder gently “what? Wink?” she pushed as she winked harder and repetitively in your face causing you to push her away with more force, “okay you ruined the moment! My last memory of you won’t be my hot and sexy girlfriend, it’ll be the pain in the arse I somehow fell in love with!” you laughed. “Oh you know exactly how you fell in love with me” her sultry tone paired with her bedroom eyes came as close to your face as possible without actually touching you, making your stomach do somersaults and resisting her impossible. Grabbing the back of her neck you pulled her into a slow and passionate kiss goodbye.

“Ahem” the sound of Millie making her presence known broke you both apart “we’re boarding, we better go”.

Rachel carried your bag and held your hand tightly through the terminal until you reached the gate where the team were congregated. Passport in hand you hugged your girl as the team filed through border control, there were club photographers and social media personnel everywhere. Assuming Rach wouldn’t want to kiss you on camera you said goodbye and turned to join the queue. You should have known Rachel wasn’t going to have any of that as she grabbed your wrist pulling you back towards her and embracing you one last time, feeling flashes of light on your skin as your lips locked together. “I’ll miss you princess” your speech soft and a little emotional as you tucked her hair behind her ear. “Have an amazing time beautiful, I love you so much” was her response and with that you were swept through to the plane tunnel, “I love you more!” you called out to her as the door closed. “Never” Rachel smiled under her breath, the distance between you already making your love for each other grow fonder, something you didn’t think possible.

Part Five - So Far Removed

#rachel daly #rachel daly x reader #millie bright #woso masterlist #woso x reader

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happer08 · 10 months

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Long Distance

i got a request a while ago about long distance nate and i cant find it but here you go!

Things with Nate had always been easy. He was easy to read, spend time with, and to love. When you spend the majority of your teen life loving the same person things follow a routine. Practice, games, workouts, pregame naps, and post-game dinners. It was easy, and now thinking back it was too easy.

Then suddenly, everything got complicated, extremely complicated. Nate got drafted, and he was leaving. You knew it was the best thing that ever happened to him, it was what he had dreamed of forever. And it was finally coming true.

Nate stayed near you most of the night; he had carried a slight hint of regret or sadness since the draft hung heavy. His family threw a small party for the people that mattered most. The room that held the party was hot; the number of people and the excited energy suddenly suffocated.

Kissing Nate on the cheek you wormed your way toward the door heading for the cold Canadian night. Wrapping your jacket around your body tighter, you found a planter out front to reside, the cold brick structure seeping through your jeans as you forced a few deep breaths.

You sat long enough to start shivering, then the door opened and slammed closed. Lifting your head, Nate came around the corner; his hands pushed into his jeans pockets.

“Hi superstar,” You smiled.

“Why are you out here all alone?” He asked, seeming confused. “You know how cold you always are; what’re you doing?”

“Just needed a break; it was kinda hot in there” You shrugged.

Nate sniffled and nodded, moving to sit down, taking his hands from his pockets.

“I’m super excited for you,” you smiled, bumping his shoulder.

“I’m nervous” He hums, leaning into the bump just a little. “Denver is far,” he said.

You nodded leaning into him.

“I’ve heard it's a lot like home” You tried to soothe his nerves.

“People keep saying that,” he sighed, pausing and breathing. “We’ll make this work, we always have”

Nate left for Denver two days later

That was three years ago.

Just like Nate said, we made it work. It wasn't easy like the rest of our relationship had been but we did what we could. Sometimes your school schedule lined up nicely with his; other times, it didn't. Nate sent you a weekly schedule, practices, and games to make things easier. But it was starting to feel like the phone calls and texts weren't enough.

“Why don't you just go see him?”

You sighed; that was easier said than done unless it wasn't.

There was a three-hour time difference between you and Nate, as you were up late as a facetime call came through on my laptop. Pushing the suitcase to the floor to hide it, you sat at your desk, answering the call.

“Hi, my love,” you smiled, leaning in just a little.

He was at his desk, a gaming setup more than anything. He smiled, wide and soft and you took a deep breath.

“Hi,” he said, looking at you. “How was class?”

“Long, and I have a stupid paper to write” you chuckled at the idea of complaining about a paper to a pro hockey player.

Nate chuckled along with you shaking his head.

“You’ll kick that paper's ass” He smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

“How was practice?” you asked, changing the subject, wanting to hear his voice.

“It was good, we did a few new drills, and I’m sore. But EJ was messing with Gabe the whole time, so it was good.”

“I can’t wait to meet this guy,” you laughed, shaking your head, thinking through all the stories Nate has shared.

“He’s going to love you, Gabe, too.”

“Baby, you think all of them will love me.”

“That’s because they will” He pushed an eyebrow.

You took a deep breath and took a second to take him in.

“You okay, pretty girl?” He hummed, his voice lowering slightly.

You rested your jaw on the heel of your hand, nodding.

“What’s goin’ on in that head?” He leaned in, smirking.

“Just missin’ you,” you whispered.

Nate leaned back and took a deep breath; you gently sucked on your tongue, looking at him.

“You know what I was thinking about last night?”

“Huh?”

“You remember the first few months we were dating, and I would come over to do homework at your place, and we would be in your room, and your dad would just open the door and look at us, tell us he was “just making sure you kids don't need anything.”

Nate imitated your dad perfectly, making you laugh out loud. He joined you in my laughter as we both leaded back in our chairs.

“He used to do that all the time,” you choked out through your laughter.

You and Nate kept laughing until it died, and you just looked at each other. You tilted your head to the side and looked at him, taking a deep breath.

“God, I miss you,” He crooned.

“Nate” you whimpered.

“I’m sorry baby, I just,” he stopped and breathed. “It’s been a long time, and I feel like it's my fault.”

“Nathan, you are living your dream. That is never something you need to apologize for, especially not to me.”

He nodded and swallowed.

The longer you and Nate talked, the deeper the pit in your stomach got; you physically missed him. Your body ached for his touch, just to hug him and feel him holding you.

“Okay, baby,” Nate breathed. “I have practice in the morning, so I should get to bed.”

You nodded.

“Oh hey, I forgot to tell you I’ll have my phone off for most of the day tomorrow. We have like a whole day of testing, and I won’t be able to talk much” You gave a tight smile.

“Okay, sweetheart, I just have practice, then the game, so I’ll send you a text when I get home, and we’ll facetime for a bit. You're gonna kick ass tomorrow” He gave a shining smile.

“You too” You matched his smile and took a breath. “I’ll try to get back to catch some of the game.”

“Don’t stress yourself out about it,” He tried.

“I wanna see you play, so I’ll try, but if not, I can just ask you a million questions when you get home.”

“Deal. I love you, sweet girl” Nates' smile was sad this time.

“I love you, Nate” you felt yourself tearing up as he blew a kiss. You repeated his action, then hung up, the screen of your laptop showing your face in the camera. You sighed, pulling your knees to your chest.

You needed to finish packing.

It wasn't long before you were done; you were gone for two weeks, so you packed your favorite things, things Nate liked, then lastly packed up your laptop, charger, and other items of that nature. Then you went to bed.

Your flight to Denver was at 1 pm, the dread of a 10+ hour travel day ahead was daunting. But knowing Nate was on the other side blissfully unaware was the best part of all of it. You took the train to the airport and checked in. The flight was seven hours, with a layover in Toronto; you texted a few people as you got through security, doing your best not to blow your surprise as you got on your plane and started the adventure.

It turns out the Toronto airport is a great place to nap and by the time you landed in Denver, you were practically vibrating with excitement. The game was almost over, so you watched the last 10 minutes in the Uber to Nate’s condo. Thankfully the Avs won. You used the spare key on top of his door frame; you needed to talk to him about that and let yourself in.

Just as you imagined, it was clean, like his place back home. You hid your bags in his bedroom and took a deep breath. As you paced the kitchen, your phone went off.

“Hi squish, headed home now. Let me know when you can facetime.”

You didn't answer or even open it, hoping he thought you were testing or just not home yet. You knew he didn't live far from the arena, and the more time that passed, the more nervous you got, waiting for the lock on the door to click. Your heart was racing leaning on the island in his kitchen.

Finally, it happened. The lock on the front door clicked. You took a deep breath and heard Nate come in, whistling some song that was probably playing in the dressing room after the game. You swallowed and waited. Nate took a few seconds to come into view, wearing the burgundy suit he had sent you pictures of at the beginning of the season. You shifted, and Nate’s head snapped up, his eyes widening when he saw you.

“Baby?” he asked, his bag dropping near his feet.

“Hi, superstar”

“You…” he trailed off, taking a few stumbling steps toward you.

“I’m really here” You smiled, walking around the island into Nate’s outstretched arms. He pulled you against him, tucking his face into your bare neck. You both started to sob, holding each other tighter than ever. Nate reached down, grabbing at the back of your thighs, pulling you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his hips so he could be that much closer. Nate started mumbling, “I love yous’” mixed with “I can’t believe you’re here,” pressing his soft, warm lips to your ear and neck repeatedly. You rubbed his back between his shoulders, feeling more of Nate’s tears dripping onto your skin.

He eventually set you down, his face coming into view as his warm hands cupped your cheeks.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, leaning in, pressing his lips down on yours. “I can’t-can't believe you’re here” he smiled, kissing you again in a series of pecks.

You smiled as Nate thumbed a few tears away, kissing you deeply.

“Hi baby,” you finally got out, smiling at him.

“How long are you here?” he asked, finally stepping away.

“You have me for two weeks.”

“Well goddamn, we’ve gotta make it count don't we.”

#nathan mackinnon #colorado avalanche #anon #avs #avalanche imagines #hockey imagine #lets see how this goes

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f4lse--real1ty · 2 years

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Hello, I am also Hispanic. If it's not too much to ask, I wanted to request Sun Wukong, Macaque, Nezha and Red Son x Female Reader Hispanic (romantic or platonic as you like) Where they meet the reader in a typical dance show. The reader along with other Hispanics dance in the streets of China (dance Tusuy Kusun) representing their country and leave everyone present enchanted. Therefore, when the reader is done, she looks for a place to eat and comes across Pigsy's restaurant, where she meets the Mk.

Yeah ofc!!! HEY I'M SO SORRY BUT I COULD ONLY DO TWO OF THE CHARACTERS BECAUSE I WAS EXTREMLY BUSY

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Story Info:

Reader Gender: Female

Characters: Wukong, Macaque

TW/CW: Slight Cursing

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-- An Enchanting Dance --

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-- Sun Wukong --

He was passing over the sky with one of his clouds before he heard... music?

He went towards the sound and saw quite a beautiful sight

The music combined with the dancers was so...enchanting.

He quickly shook his head, but soon afterwards he realized the show was done

Soon enough, he caught you out of the corner of his eye

He then followed you down into Pigsy's noodles

He waited outside a bit before turning into a fly and entering

He laid on a wall and watched closely

He found you having a conversation with MK and you two were hitting it off

He blushed a bit when you put your hair down since MK asked if you could dance with your hair down (not as a request but rather as a curious child talking to their mother)

Sun Wukong decided to go outside, turn into normal, and entered the shop

"Hey bud!"

"MONKIE KING!!!"

MK jumped up and hugged him tightly, Wukong laughed and hugged back

Wukong looked over at you, only to see you with an extremely excited face

"OMG! EL MONKIE KING?!"

He then felt another pair of arms around him, he couldn't help himself from blushing just a bit before shaking his head and smiling

"Whose your friend, bud?"

"Oh Monkie Kid, meet Y/N!"

He got on Wukong's shoulders, making you pull away from the hug

"It's amazing to meet you, Mr. Wukong!"

"Well it's a pleasure to meet someone as pretty as you~"

He took your hand gently and kissed the back of it, winking at you as well

You blushed a bit and thanked him <3

-- Macaque --

He was walking around the alleyways when all of a sudden he heard music

It was extremely...enchanting

He went towards the sound and he saw one of the most beautiful dances he ever saw

He stayed watching it, but noticed the crowd was acting off

No celebrating, no noise, only a bit of applaud at the end of the show

He turned around and saw them all leave, he decided to follow you

You seemed quite...enchanting (bro the amount of times I've said enchanting is hilarious)

He followed you towards Pigsy's, he waited there in the alleyway

When you came out of Pigsy's, you noticed two purple eyes looking at you

You carefully entered the alleyway

"Hello?"

You weren't scared, you knew how to dance and fight pretty well

"Why hello there, hermosa." (little head cannon that Macaque knows spanish)

You blushed and saw a dark, quite handsome, monkey

He held your hand and kissed the back of it

"O-Oh!"

He let go of your hand and chuckled

"So, what's your name Mr. Handsome?" You teased him

"The name's Macaque, well the Six Eared Macaque is my full name."

You thought his name was quite unique

"And what's your name? cause I can't call you beautiful forever. Despite how much I'd like." He flirted

"My name's (Y/N)."

"What a lovely name, for a lovely lady~"

He held out his shoulder like a gentleman

"Mind if I walk you home?"

You wrapped your arm around his

"Why thank you." <3

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A/N: I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING SOONER AND IF IT'S NOT WHAT YOU REQUESTED. Have a good morning/day/night!

#lmk macaque #lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #monkie kid x reader #monkie kid #x reader #writing #lmk sun wukong #macaque x reader #six eared macaque #lego monkie kid mk #sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #lmk x y/n

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callsign-magnolia · 1 year

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I Hope You Dance // Ch. 45

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 7.0k

Chapter 44 | Masterlist

The following day we dropped off the box of home movies with Maverick that way he could get the montage together. It was something I was very excited to see at the reception. “Oh dammit. I need more milk and flour for the bread.” I said as I sat in the passenger seat of the bronco. “We need dog food too before they turn on us.” I giggled knowing Dahlia would get in the trash, but Sadie would opt to chew on our fingers. “I hate going to the grocery store on a Saturday.” He chuckled as he took a left at the light. “I know you do.” He said as he lifted our intertwined fingers to place a kiss to the back of my palm. Once in the grocery store I was pouting as we walked down crowded aisle after crowded aisle. I was getting so frustrated I stood on the back of the buggy, leaning over the hand rail while Roster pushed me. “How about you grab the milk and I’ll go get both bags of dog food?” I nodded. It would get us out of here faster, then we could go home and curl up on the swing together. I grabbed the milk and made my way over to the dog food aisle.

As I approached I saw Rooster with two bags of dog food tossed over his left shoulder, back and arm muscles bulging. I bit my lip as I stared at him, a heat pooling in my belly at his display of strength. I was too preoccupied by how sexy he was to notice he was talking to somebody. “Hey, Mags! Come here!” I noticed he was turned, looking at me and ushering me over. As I approached, I faltered in my steps when I saw who he was talking to. Buck grinned at me almost menacingly, sending a shiver down my spine. I walked over, leaning over the buggy, using it as a barricade between us. “Magnolia. Feels like forever since we worked together.” I pursed my lips, nodding as I stood partially behind Rooster. “Glad to see you two are still together. I was a little worried what deployment would do to your relationship.” Buck said before hissing through his teeth. I noticed Bradley’s brows furrow slightly at his words. “Why?” Buck shrugged. “When two people are in the navy, deployments almost always drive them apart. Glad you made it though.” I nodded, not meeting his eyes. I could feel his stare burning into the right side of my face.

“We sure did.” Rooster reached for my left hand, holding it up to show off the gold ring. “What a rock!” Buck exclaimed. His hand touched mine and I immediately pulled away from him. “Oh shit. What happened to your face?” I felt the tips of his fingers graze my right cheek and I jumped back. “Woah, Mags.” Rooster’s hand landed on my back, pulling me into him. “Gee, someone’s jumpy.” Buck laughed loudly, drawing attention. “We’re gonna head home. See ya man.” Rooster seemed a little on edge, placing himself between Buck and me. We checked out, loading everything in the Bronco before we headed home. Rooster held my hand as we drove home, his thumb rubbing the back of my hand. I should’ve told him sooner. I should’ve told him as soon as he came home. Waiting has only made this so much harder. What if he was mad at me? I told Buck about Rooster and me, but he was dead set on us not making it, and I never explicitly told him I wasn’t interested. I stared out the window as Bradley drove. The scenery flying by as some of the dog food rolled around in the bags. I didn’t even realize we pulled into the driveway until Rooster kissed the back of my hand. I turned to look at him, caught off guard a little. “I thought maybe we could go over the guest list some more when we got home.” I gave him a small smile, nodding. “Then we can start looking at ideas for the invitations.”

We unloaded the groceries and Rooster made lunch as I pulled out our wedding planner mom bought us, flipping to the guest list page. He slid a reuben sandwich in front of me before sitting on the bar stool next to me. “Okay, I think I can take out these eight people. I graduated from the academy with them, but I don’t think we’re close enough for a wedding invite.” He nodded as I erased some names. We finished our sandwiches as we went over the list, we had it separated out by family on each side and friends on each side. My side was practically overflowing with friends and family, but only Bradley’s friends’ side had multiple names. Only one was under family, Maverick. “Is there no one else in your family you wanna invite?” I asked as I took a bite of my sandwich. He stared at the lone name and was quiet for a few minutes before answering. “The only other person would be Tilly, and we weren’t on the best terms when I came back from getting your ring in Virginia.” I gasped, remembering that Tilly dropped a bunch of stuff here while he was deployed. “What’s wrong?” I shook my head, giggling at his surprised face. “Nothing, come with me.” I grabbed his hand, pulling him from his seat and up the stairs. “Honey if you wanted me all you had to do was say so.” He said as he grabbed my waist on the stairs. I giggled as his mustache tickled my neck. “No, follow me!” I took off from him, ducking into the guest room. “Ooh, we’ve never done it in here before.” I giggled as he followed me, confused as to why I had the closet door open. “What’s in there?”

I sighed, flicking the light on. “Your aunt Tilly showed up here while you were deployed. This was apparently everything you left at her house.” He slowly made his way over, staring down at the boxes. He reached into the top one, pulling out a photo album. He chuckled, running his hand down the front. “This was from the first vacation my parents took with me.” He opened it up to show Nick, Carol and baby Bradley. He couldn’t have been more than four months old in the picture. We flipped through the photo album, laughing at photos, laughing at some of the pictures. His parents really loved him. I looked up to see a few tears slipping down his cheeks. “Oh, Roo.” I reached up, wiping the tears away as he chuckled. “It’s okay, I’m not upset. Just… wishing they were here.” I smiled, leaning my head on his shoulder as he rested his cheek on my head. “Do you think they’d like me?” I questioned and he chuckled. “Honey, they would’ve loved you. My parents would’ve been so happy to have you become part of the family. They probably would’ve treated you the same way your parents do me.” I laughed loudly. “I’d catch hell from your dad then?” He nodded. “He would always having something funny to say or do. That’s just who he was.” I smiled, sitting up and reaching into another box for more photo albums. But when I opened it I was greeted by a pile of tulle, making me smile. “Bradley.” I called, standing as I opened the box more. He smiled as he joined me, looking down into the box.

I pulled the dress out, sliding it on an empty hanger so it could hang and de-wrinkle a little. Under it was her veil. Bradley pulled it out, smiling as he held it in his hands. “Um, I wanted to ask you something.” My hand wrapped around his wrist softly as I held part of the veil in my hand. His eyes met mine, a loving look them. “How would you feel… if I wore this veil at our wedding?” His eyes immediately glazed over, his eyes shifting from me to the veil and back to me. “Yo-you really-“ He sniffled and ran his hand over his face. “You really want to wear this at our wedding?” I nodded, giving him a soft smile. “As long as you’re okay with it.” I laid my hand over his that held the top of the veil. “And if you think your mom would want that.” He smiled, gently setting the veil back in the box before he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up so I sat just a little taller than him. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, playing with the little curls at the back. “I would love nothing more than to see you wearing that veil when you walk down the aisle, and I think my mom would be jumping for joy.” I grinned, leaning down to kiss him softly. “I love you, Bradley.” He smiled, walking over to the bed, dropping me on my back onto the mattress. “Oh,” He sighed, staring down at me. His gorgeous eyes staring into my own and making butterflies loose in my belly. “I love you too, pretty girl.”

We went through more of the boxes, finding more photographs, his dad’s top gun shirts and even his helmet. “Do you want to invite Tilly to the wedding?” I asked as I flipped through another family album. He was quiet for a minute, his dad’s helmet resting in his lap as he looked over letters his dad wrote to his mom while he was deployed. He had a smile on his face that faltered when he finally looked at me. “I don’t know. She’s the last bit of real family I have, but we left on such a note.” I raised my brows, humming in agreement. “We didn’t end on such a good note either when she stopped by.” He groaned, leaning back till he was lying on the floor. “How bad was it?” I chuckled, laying on my belly as I grabbed his hand. “Well, she called the dogs mutts, then said you were scared of them.” He groaned louder. “Brad Brad.” He sat up. “No! She didn’t tell you that!” I giggled. “She did.” He put his head in his hands as I threw my arm over his shoulders, placing a kiss to his temple. “I hate the nickname by the way.” He sighed, looking up to me. “Anything else?” I tapped my chin, thinking back. “She was upset that we live together. She was mad about the renovations, saying I forced you to do it, and that I was disrespecting your parents memories.” He was angry, I could tell by the way the vein in his neck started protruding. “She was mad I spoke to her in such a way, and because I broke your heart so many times, she doesn’t trust me.” I wondered if I should stop, worried the vein in his neck would blow. “Well, I trust you.” He tried not to let the anger show in his voice, but I knew it was there. “She was going to come back but I told her you were deployed, and I told her she could leave the stuff. Then Mav showed up when she went to leave.”

“They didn’t get into a fight, did they?” I pursed my lips. “Not really. She told him he could never replace your dad.” Rooster shook his head. “He’s never tried to replace dad.” I nodded, laying my head on his shoulder. “That’s what I told her. But she left after that.” His head hung forward as he sighed. “I don’t know about inviting her to the wedding.” I nodded, running my fingers through his curls. “That’s okay, honey. How about we order a few extra and if you change your mind, we have one to send, and if not, then we just have extras.” He nodded, turning to me. “Alright. We can do that.” He gave me a small smile, leaning forwards and pressing his lips to mine. “I can’t wait to marry you, pretty girl.” I grinned as he threaded his finger in my hair, keeping me close. “I could literally explode with excitement at the thought of becoming Mrs. Bradshaw.” He chuckled before laying back on the floor and pulling me into his lap, straddling him. His hands ran up my sides, thumbs grazing just under my breasts as he smiled at me. I leaned down, pressing my lips to his as our hips pressed together. He hissed as I arched my back, my chest pressing into his. “You know what you’re doing.” I hummed. “Whatever do you mean, Lieutenant?” He wrapped his arms around me, holding me to him tightly. “What do you want?” I bit my lip, running my hand of his hardening cock beneath his jeans. “Take a wild guess.” He groaned, quickly standing with me in his arms before tossing me onto the bed. “Let’s get this off.” He said as he yanked my shirt over my head, making me giggle as he took his own off before grabbing my face, taking my breath away as he kissed me like a starved man.

Once we finally managed to get our hands off each other, we went back downstairs. We finalized the guest list, decided on a design for the save the dates and ordered them. We even took time to set up a wedding website and spent the rest of the evening setting up multiple registries. “Roo, we have pots and pans. Do we really need a new cookware set?” He nodded as he brushed his teeth in the bathroom, I was putting lotion on my legs. “Yes! Honey, you deserve all these nice new things!” He said as he spit his toothpaste into the sink and grabbed the mouthwash. “I’m just saying! I have an abundance of cookware. I had some of my own, and you had some as well.” He smirked, practically strutting towards my side of the bed, in nothing but his boxers. He crawled onto the bed, crawling over me and pushing me back into the bed. “You have a mixer too, so do you really need that five-hundred-dollar kitchen aid mixer?” I nodded enthusiastically. “Sure do. My cookies will be the best you’ve ever had.” I said as I gently bopped his nose with my finger. He just chuckled, kissing me sweetly before rolling off me and onto his side of the bed. “C’mere.” He grabbed my feet, pulling them into his lap and holding his hand out for my lotion bottle. I smirked, handing it to him and he quickly got to work massaging my feet. “Oh, fuck yeah.” I moaned as he pressed on my soles.

He massaged my feet for awhile before we became tired, crawling under the covers together, his strong arms pulling me back into his chest. I felt him bury his nose in my hair as I intertwined my fingers with his. “I can’t believe Buck was accepted into Top Gun. I didn’t think he was that good when I worked with him.” I hummed in agreement, my heart rate picking up at the mention of Buck. I never told Bradley, and I should’ve. “Goodnight, Mags.” He pressed a soft kiss to the back of my neck as he held me, thumb gently rubbing the skin of my belly, just above my underwear, until it slowly stopped. I tried to go to sleep, but the Buck issue was eating me alive. What if Rooster thought it was my fault that Buck did what he did? Never openly telling Buck I had no interest in him may have made him think I was available in some way. Tears pricked my waterline at the thought. I wormed my way out of Bradley’s arms, standing from the bed and allowing his shirt to fall just under my ass. I looked at him, so peaceful in his sleep. I pulled the covers up to his shoulder, watching as he grabbed them and buried his face in the quilt. I sniffled, making my way downstairs. I made it to the kitchen where the tears fell freely, and my bare feet paced the floor. The guilt shouldn’t be eating me alive. I didn’t do anything wrong, right?

“Honey?” My head whipped around to the kitchen doorway, seeing Rooster standing there. Boxers the only piece of clothing on his body, which made my brain glitch for a second. He furrowed his brows, stepping closer till he held my face in his hands. The light from above the kitchen sink illuminating my face enough for him to see the streaks of tears on my cheeks. “Why are you crying, honey?” His thumb gently ran under my right eye before gently grazing over my bruises. I gently pulled my face from his hands, not wanting him to touch the marred skin of my face. “Is this because of what Buck said about your face?” I shook my head, averting my eyes to my feet. “Talk to me, Mags.” I took a deep, shaky breath. He quickly grabbed my and lifted me onto the counter, slotting his body between my legs as he grabbed my left hand, lifting it to his lips as he placed soft kisses around my ring. “What’s going on sweet girl?” He asked, my eyes shifting down to my lap. I licked my lips, looking back up at him. There was so much love in those warm brown eyes, and I knew when I opened my mouth, that would change. I knew he would get angry. I gently pushed him back, hopping down off the counter, slowly walking around the kitchen island to put distance between us. “Mags?” He questioned as I pulled on my thumbs. Tears welled in my eyes; my cortisol levels had to be through the roof because I haven’t felt this stressed in a long time. “You gotta talk to me, Mags.” He placed his palms on the island, leaning forwards and I nodded, wiping my eyes as I looked at him. “There were… some problems between Buck and I during my deployment.”

He raised a brow, his jaw becoming tense as the words left my mouth. “What kind of problems?” It was almost a growl. “It started when we were running a drill and he left me out to dry. When we landed Hangman got ahold of him and after a few punches they were pulled into the captain’s office. After that he cornered me and told me to stay out of his way or watch my back.” Rooster’s muscles tensed as he paced, his hands making their way into his hair. “I sat down with Captain Wheeler a few days later and told him what happened. Buck was trying to get into my head. Trying to convince me that you were only with me for my body or my looks-“ He whipped around to me, face red, veins bulging on his neck. “Which I know isn’t true.” I reassured him. “Every time I came out of a call with you, he’d ask if you dumped me.” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “After the mission we were the first ones in for debrief and he mentioned me staying out of his way. Bandits snuck up on us during our mission and I saved his ass from getting shot down and he was mad about it. Saying he knew me and how I loved the spotlight and the attention.” I sneered, growing angry just talking about it. “He said my divorce got me a lot of attention and me being seen with you just gained me more publicity.” If Rooster could have steam coming out of his ears, he would. His entire body was tense as he paced around the kitchen. “He backed me into the wall, telling me he could get me more attention.” Rooster’s head looked like it was about to snap off his neck when he turned to look at me.

More tears spilled over as I attempted to keep my composure. His face softened slightly as he saw how upset I was. I took a deep breath, walking out of the kitchen. I walked over to the couch, sitting on it. I felt like I was suffocating in there. He’s angry, and he has every right to be. But what if he gets angry with me after I tell him Buck kissed me? I heard his feet shuffling, and soon he knelt in front of me, him crossing his arms on my thighs. I took a deep breath, pushing my hair back from my face as I looked at him. “What did he do to you, Mags?” I sniffled a little, trying to gather my bearings as he took my hands in his. “He kissed me.” It took me a second to be able to look at him but when I did, I couldn’t decipher the look on his face. We locked eyes for a moment before he stood up, turning away from me as he rubbed his face. “No. Rooster, please! I smacked him as soon as he did it!” He turned to me, holding my upper arms in his hands. “Hey, I never thought you would let that happen. I’m not mad at you.” I nodded, feeling a little better. “You might wanna sit down.” I thought he’d fight me on it, but he made his way over to the couch, sitting down and pulling me to sit next to him. I took one of his hands in mine, playing with his fingers made me feel a little better. “He got mad and slammed me into the wall.” Rooster’s fingers wrapped around mine tightly. “I rammed him into the table before tossing him into the wall.” I glanced up to him, seeing he was biting back a smile. “We threw a few punches before I tackled him to the ground and just started beating on him.” More tears flowed as the memories flashed in my mind.

“Hey, I’m proud of you for fighting back.” Rooster took my face in his hands as I shook my head. “I called him Aaron.” I cried as I laid my head in his lap, face down on his thigh, my tears soaking his bare legs. “Oh, honey.” He pulled me up, coaxing my legs into his lap as he held me to his chest. “I was so out of it, I really thought he was Aaron.” He rubbed my back as his lips gently grazed my forehead, just under my stitches. “Aaron did… horrific things to you Caila. Then someone else does the same thing. It’s not surprising that you thought he was Aaron when your body was pumping adrenaline.” I shook my head. “Everyone thought I was crazy! I had to have a psychological evaluation when I got home!” He rubbed my back, holding me close as I cried. Once I calmed down, I took a deep breath. “They discussed dishonorable discharge but apparently he just got a slap on the wrist.” Rooster squeezed me a little tighter as he rested his forehead on my temple. “You kicked his ass, Mags. And when we go back to work, he’s not coming near you.” His words made me feel better. I always felt better when I was in his arms, or when he was around. “I promise Mags. I’m gonna make sure he stays away from you. You don’t have to worry about him anymore.” I sighed, leaning into him some more, feeling a little better that this was out in the open. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I knew the question was coming, and now thinking of all the reasons, it feels stupid. “I didn’t want to stress you out while you were deployed. It was something that I felt like I needed to tell you face to face. Then you showed up on Christmas and we got engaged, and I was just so happy to spend that time with you.” I said as I brought up a hand to rest on his cheek. “Then you left again and then the break ins happened and when you did come home, I just wanted to spend our time off together in peace.”

He sighed, his eyes staring into my own. “I was going to tell you after this week but then Hangman told me last night that Buck was accepted into Top gun. I knew I needed to tell you, and I planned to do that today anyway, but then we saw Buck and we got distracted by wedding planning. Guilt was eating me alive. That’s why I came down here.” He wrapped me up in his arms tighter before laying me back on the couch as he leaned over me. “I’m glad you told me, and I wish you told me sooner. I’m not mad at you, and I hope you don’t blame yourself Mags.” I bit my lip, wishing I could tell him I didn’t blame myself. “I’m going to remind you every day, it’s not your fault honey.” He said as he placed a soft kiss on my cheek before laying his body weight on me. The pressure felt nice and made me feel a little calmer. “I didn’t wake you up when I got up did I?” He shook his head as it rested on my chest. “No. I guess I reached over in my sleep and when I felt your side of the bed, I guess the emptiness woke me up and I came to find you.” I couldn’t help the little smile on my face. “I love you, Rooster.” He placed a kiss on my chest before looking up at my face. “I love you too, Magnolia.”

“Rooster!” I called from the kitchen. It’s the week of our engagement party and Rooster and I took the week off because we would also be doing wedding planning as well. Things have felt better since I got the Buck issue off my chest, and the fact I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him on base makes it better. I got my last few stitches out and was cleared for work. I still have some bruising but that is going away gradually, at this point I can completely cover it with makeup. “Yeah?” He called back from the living room. “Laura lands in half an hour. Can you put the car seat in the jeep for me?” Laura was flying in a day before everyone else and staying the night with us. We went ahead and bought a car seat and a pack and play for JJ so she wouldn’t have to drag his on the plane. JJ is seven months old now, and he’s growing like a weed if the weekly photos from Laura are any indication. I tossed the ham into the oven, knowing it had a while to cook before I got back home. Once I did that, I washed my hands and made my way upstairs. I slid on some sandals and grabbed my purse before stepping out the front door. I caught sight of Bradley hoisting the car seat into my car, watching as he placed it backwards behind my seat, taking the time to make sure it was latched in well, giving it a good shake just to be safe. I could see him doing that for our kids, making sure they were tucked away safely in the back seat. “Leaving already?” He asked as he walked towards me, Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts adorning his oh so perfect body. I nodded as he grabbed my waist in the driveway, pulling me flush against him. “Yeah. Laura won’t want to keep JJ in the airport too long.” He hummed, leaning down and resting his forehead on mine. “I never thought the sight of you putting a car seat in would be so sexy.” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I can take it back out and do it again.”

He had the biggest grin on his face as I laughed, throwing my head back. “I wouldn’t mind.” I said once I caught my breath. “Let me grab my wallet and we can get going.” He me let go, walking back towards the house. “You’re staying here Rooster.” He furrowed his brows, turning around to face me. “What?” He was so cute when he was baffled. “Remember? Last night I told you I needed you to stay here while I went and picked them up because the ham would be in the oven.” His jaw dropped in shock. “Your tits were in my face when you said that!” He yelled and I rushed over, clamping a hand over his mouth. “Hush up! We have neighbors! Or did you forget?” I asked in a normal tone. “I did not forget. And I certainly didn’t forget how you coaxed me into saying yes with your tits in my face, just before you put my dick in your mouth.” I huffed, placing my hands on my hips. “I wasn’t coaxing you into doing shit. I just happened to ask you at that time.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Mhm, sure.” I pouted, tossing my arms over his shoulders. “I won’t even be gone an hour, honey. I’ll be back soon.” He huffed, looking away from me. “You owe me.” I smirked. “And I know just how to repay you.” I kissed his cheek when he grabbed my face, pulling my lips against his. He wrapped his arms around my waist as my hands made their way into his hair. He took my bottom lip between his teeth, drawing a moan from my throat as I felt my panties grow damp.

“That’s payback.” He said before letting go of me, making me whine. “Fine.” I groaned, turning on my heels to make my way towards the jeep when a sharp slap landed on my ass. I turned to Rooster; eyes wide at his actions. “You know what those sundresses do to me honey.” I had on a black sundress with daisies on it, and not gonna lie, my ass looks good. “Just you wait.” I glared at him as I slid my sunglasses over my eyes and crawled into the jeep, driving away as he stood on the front porch staring. I drove to the airport, showing up a little after their flight landed. I pulled into pickup, getting out when I saw Laura come through the doors. She had a ginormous suitcase behind her with her purse and a backpack that looked a little big for JJ who was in her arms. I smiled as she walked over, stopping and pointing at me. It took a minute before JJ’s eyes landed on me, a grin growing on his face before he squealed, tossing his arms around as he kicked his feet. My heart could’ve exploded at his reaction to seeing me. The closer Laura got; the more excited JJ got. Finally, I took him from her, kissing his cheek repeatedly and making him laugh. “Oh my god I’ve missed you.” I held him close, bending down as I kissed his cheeks again. He squealed as I stood up, leaning forward with an open mouth to ‘kiss’ my cheek. “Aw! Thank you!” He smiled, burying his face in my shoulder. “He’s exhausted.” Laura said after she tossed her bags in the trunk.

“We have missed you so much!” She said as she pulled me into a hug. “We’ve missed you guys too.” We pulled away before I strapped JJ into his car seat, and we got in. I had the soft top on the jeep, the front portion rolled back, and I kept the back seat covered for JJ. Just so his little skin didn’t get burnt or too hot. “Where’s Rooster?” I chuckled. “At home. He wanted to come but I tossed a ham in the oven for lunch, and we agreed last night he would stay behind while I came and got you guys.” She giggled. “Most guys are happy to not pick up someone from the airport.” I nodded. “He just wants to get his hands on this one here.” I said as I pointed my thumb behind me, making her laugh. “He really does love JJ.” I nodded. “I’m a little worried you may have to leave him here. Rooster may not give him up.” She laughed loudly. Soon we were home and Rooster was standing on the walkway leading to the driveway. “I told you.” I said to her, and she grinned. Rooster walked over to Laura’s side, opening her door and hugging her as she got out. “Oh, we’ve missed you guys.” She said and he nodded in agreement. “Hey honey? Can you get the bags?” I teased, knowing he didn’t really want to. “You get him. We’ll get the bags.” Laura told him and he grinned, rushing by me with his tongue out as he opened the back door. Laura and I grabbed the bags from the back as JJ squealed at the sight of Rooster.

“Hey buddy!” He cooed, gently lifting him from the car seat. JJ had the biggest grin on his face, giggling uncontrollably as Rooster tickled him. Rooster joined in his laughter, pulling him close and kissing his cheeks repeatedly just like I did. “Can you say hi to Uncle Rooster?” Laura asked, shaking JJ’s foot. Rooster turned to me, wearing a grin that threatened to rip his face in half. JJ raised his hand, as if to wave and squealed. It made me feel all warm inside seeing how Laura treated Rooster like part of the family. They all did, and I was so grateful for it. “Uncle Rooster and Auntie Mags. I like it.” Rooster grinned, wrapping his arm around my waist as I stepped closer. JJ grinned, leaning into my arms. Rooster took the bags from Laura and I, walking ahead of us. “You’ll have to stop once we get inside. Dahlia has been acting weird and has to give everyone who comes in a major sniff down.” Laura nodded and as soon as Rooster opened the door, Dahlia was sticking her black nose through the crack. Rooster got her to scoot back and we finally got through the door. Laura stopped and let Dahlia sniff her before she wagged her tail, nudging against her for pets. Laura laughed, scratching her ears. I bent down with JJ, watching as his eyes widened as he stared at Dahlia. “Ooh!” He said as Dahlia stood closer, her face eye level with his. JJ quickly raised his hand and I grabbed it. “Slow. You gotta be gentle with doggy’s.” Dahlia nudged his hand and he pet her a few times before squealing.

We all stood, and Rooster took their things upstairs. “She never used to be weary of people coming in and out. You know why she started doing it suddenly?” I shrugged, leading them into the kitchen. “I think it was because of the break-in. She started doing it after that.” She sighed, her shoulders falling. “You scared the life out of us with that call.” Guilt seeped into my chest. I never wanted to scare anyone, but I couldn’t call my parents right off. They would still be here if I did that. “Hey, don’t feel bad. You put up a hell of a fight. You have no idea how much Jameson bragged about his badass sister.” I raised a brow at her as I put some veggies in a skillet to cook. “He was really proud of you for kicking ass.” I scoffed as I adjusted JJ on my hip who was grinning at his mom. “You did! You shot at that man twice, and you fought tooth and nail. But his whole plan was to kill you, Caila. But you’re still here.” I sighed, knowing she was right. “They did say he was supposed to be a professional hit man.” She laughed. “And you got away from him. How professional is that?” She joked, making me giggle. JJ imitated my giggle, making me turn to him. “Rooster’s really good with him.” I nodded, handing JJ off to Laura as he reached for her. “He adores him, and seeing him with JJ…” She grinned at me. “Are you two still trying?” I shook my head. “No. I thought that maybe I was pregnant back in February, but I wasn’t. Just the flu. But we decided to wait till after the wedding. I didn’t want to get pregnant and try to move the wedding around.” She nodded. “That makes sense. I couldn’t imagine trying to plan a wedding while pregnant.”

“Do I hear wedding talk?” Rooster said as he walked into the kitchen and Laura smirked at him. “Not directly. We were just talking about scheduling a wedding while pregnant.” Rooster’s eyes grew wide, and he didn’t know if he should look at me or Laura. “Neither of us are pregnant, Bradley.” Laura laughed and his shoulders fell slightly. “Honey, do you mind setting up the table outside?” He nodded. “Here, take JJ with you.” He was perfectly happy to take the little boy outside with him. “He’ll make a great dad one day.” She said as she looked out the kitchen window. I followed her gaze seeing Rooster holding JJ, pointing to the Magnolia tree in the backyard. “Yeah, he really will.” After that we sat out on the back deck, eating lunch before Laura and JJ went upstairs for a nap. “God, I love that kid.” Rooster said as he washed the pans. I smiled, walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist. “And he loves you. He was so excited to see you.” He chuckled as he set the pan in the oven to dry before turning to me. “Can you blame him? I’m the fun uncle.” I laughed as he laced his fingers with mine. “He also has Jake as an uncle.” Rooster smiled, leaning closer to me. “Like I said, I’m the fun uncle.” I laughed before he kissed me sweetly.

Once Laura and JJ woke up Laura decided to take JJ out to the beach. We sat in a few beach chairs, under an umbrella, watching Rooster help JJ build a sandcastle. JJ had the time of his life playing with Rooster in the sand, and just as much fun when I took him out in the water. But soon he was tired, so we went in and while Rooster and I cooked dinner, Laura took a shower with JJ. Once they were out Rooster and I managed a fast shower, surprisingly, we were able to keep our hands off each other for the most part. We managed to eat dinner, even with a fussy JJ. He was stuck to Rooster like velcro, clinging to him as he put dishes in the dishwasher, fed the dogs dinner, everything. We finished out the night lounging on the couch, me next to Rooster as he held JJ, Laura half asleep on the other side of the couch. JJ had a pacifier in his mouth, sucking on it softly as his eyes rolled back in his head from how sleepy he was. I brushed a few hairs off his forehead, smiling at him. “He’s gonna need one last feeding before bed. Great thing about breastfeeding, I can lay on my side while doing it.” I chuckled as she sat up, looking at JJ drifting off on Rooster’s shoulder. “Well, I’m gonna take him, feed him and go to bed.” She picked up JJ, who let out a little whimper, making my heart clench. “Goodnight y’all.” She said as she carried JJ upstairs.

“I think it’s about time we went to bed ourselves. We’re gonna have a full day tomorrow.” Rooster said and I nodded. I went to get up, but he beat me to it, swooping me up bridal style, making me grin at him. Once I got upstairs, we brushed our teeth and I put lotion on my legs as Rooster crawled in bed. He laid down as I sat up next to him, his arm wrapping around my thigh, pulling it close and placing a soft kiss to my knee. “I love you, pretty girl.” I smiled, leaning down and kissing him. “I love you too, Rooster.” I smiled as he pulled me into his arms, placing kisses along my cheek. “Seeing you with JJ today, it was almost too much to handle.” He grinned at me, his arms holding me close. “Oh, you like me with babies?” I nodded, biting my lip. “Can I talk to you about something?” He nodded; brows furrowed. I sat up, straddling his waist as I planted my hands on his chest. “I went to the gynecologist back before my birthday.” He hummed in acknowledgement. “I talked to him about how we were trying to get pregnant, and he ran a few tests to see if anything was wrong with me. Everything seemed fine but he did say that the placental abruption could make getting pregnant again difficult.” He nodded, his hands running up his shirt I was wearing, thumbs grazing my stomach. “He suggested you get tested as well, just to make sure. I know you don’t like needles, but I just figured…” I trailed off, feeling like I was babbling. “Hey.” He sat up, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Of course I’ll do that. I may not like needles, but I would happily have this done for us, for you.” His forehead rested against mine, making me grin. “I love you so much, Roo.” He grinned, kissing me before pulling me down onto the bed. “I love you too, pretty girl.”

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rott3nc0re · 2 years

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The Artist & The Freak

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iv. Head Over Heels

warnings: smut!, protected sex (ya gotta wrap it before ya tap it kids), missionary, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, foul language, eddie just being hot and soft at the same time <3

a/n: guys the way i was so excited to write and post this chapter 🤭

other chapters: i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | viii | ix | x

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Even while sleeping, she still dreamed about what happened last night. She kept feeling that hand on her waist but her mind wandered somewhere else. It was her on her back, him on top as he was kissing her neck. Soft little moans slipped from her mouth as she grind her hips up to meet with his. “So needy, Sinclair” he made marks on her neck, her hand tugging his hair. He pulled away and looked down at her, his thumb rubbing against her cheek. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart” and before anything can happen, she woke up by a constant noise coming from inside the house. She groaned, the ache from between her legs not going away anytime soon. The noise kept going, causing her to get up to see what was happening.

With an slight annoyed expression on her face, she walked downstairs. “What the hell, Munson?” she said annoyingly, seeing a bunch of pots and pans out in the kitchen. He heard her and his playful smile appeared. “Hey, sorry that I woke you up. I just wanted to make breakfast for us, well for you specially”. Her face relaxed after hearing that, admiring him that he’s putting an effort to cook something for her. She sighed, “Eddie,” and giggled at him.

“What were you trying to make?”

“Pancakes”

“And do you how to make them?”

“Not really, no”

She smiled, a huge one as she got a bowl. “Let’s make some together, if that’s okay with you?”

“Absolutely”

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Although the kitchen was slightly a mess, the two of them still had fun making breakfast together. After eating, she took care of herself in the bathroom, getting ready for another day in hiding. She came back downstairs to find Eddie in the living room watching whatever was on tv. She heard the walkie-talkie static coming from her bag and went straight towards it. “Hey” she answered back.

“You guys are okay? Need anything?”

“We’re good, Steve. How about you guys? Found out anything about Vecna?”

“We kinda have a lot to catch up on but uh, we caught up with Nancy and told her what’s been happening. And it turns out that someone else got murdered, the same way Chrissy did”

Steve explained, her mouth felt like it was sewed shut. “Leo? You there?”

“Yeah, yeah i’m here that was just a lot to take in”

“Yeah, but I gotta go. We’re doing more investigation stuff” the last part made her giggle because of how he sounded annoyed. “Alright detective Harrington, stay safe and tell everyone to stay safe too. Love you lots”

“Love you too, and you two stay safe too. Don’t forget to ring me when something happens”

And with that they said their goodbyes and placed the antenna down. She slipped it back in her bag and went into to the living room where Eddie was. “What are you watching?” she sat next to him, turning her head to the tv. “Dunno, it was just on so I left whatever this is on” she giggled at that. She laid her head on his shoulder, kinda catching him by surprise. But he gave in and wrapped his arm around her, indulging her in a cuddle. She looked down at his fingers and started playing with his rings.

“Where’d you get these from?”

“I stole them from my uncle a first years ago” he said nonchalantly. She pulled back and looked at him, raising her eyebrows. “What?” he chuckled at her.

“You stole them from your uncle?”

“Yeah”

“Why?”

“Cause he told me that he was gonna give them to me one day but he was taking forever to give them to me”

“So you stole them?!”

“Yeah! Look i’m a little impatient when it comes to some stuff” she laughed at that, kinda understanding him in a way. “I get it but you could’ve ask, Eds” the new nickname threw him off a little but he liked it. “Too late now” he shrugged. “You like ‘em?” he asked her as she continued playing with the rings. “Yeah, they’re really cool” she responded as she looked up at him. His eyes were sparkling on its own, something she’s never seen before but god were they pretty to look at. “Yeah? You wanna try ‘em on?” he asked her with a little smile. “You see my fingers? They’re not gonna fit” she laughed.

“C’mon, you gotta see if they look good on your fingers or not”

“Alright, okay fine” she gave in and agreed, taking each ring off of his hands. She placed them on her slender fingers and cracked up as she saw the size difference. “They look good!” Eddie said excitedly, laughing with her. “No, they’re really big on my fingers” she chuckled as she took them off and gave them back to him.

She laid down on his lap, her head on his lap and the rest of her body on the couch. His legs were spread as his left arm was on top of the couch and his right arm was on the arm of the couch. He looked down at her, smiling down at her. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he said softly, stroking her cheek softly. “Just thinking about how you’re probably the coolest person i’ve ever dated” she smiled up at him. “Yeah? I thought our first date sucked” he playfully rolled his eyes, getting her to giggle. “No, our first date was amazing. Even if we were just in a boathouse and talking, I still loved it” no words could explain how happy that made him. He truly found a girl who actually liked him, didn’t find him weird or a “freak” and didn’t find him as a murder. He just smiled down at her, stroking her cheek again. “Well it sounds like you wanna go on that second date to the Upside Down?” he asked her, his hand now resting on her hip. “Maybe our second date could be here, tonight?” she suggested, looking up at him. Their fingers were laced together as his right hand was still on her hip, rubbing soft small circles on it.

“And what would we do tonight?”

“We can have dinner” he liked the sound of that.

“Can I make it?”

“Absolutely not, Munson” she laughed at that, a fake gasp coming from him. “C’mon, I can try to make something for us” he put on a fake pout for her, getting her to giggle.

“You really wanna try?”

“Yeah, I really do”

“Alright, but I swear if you burn the house down-“

“I won’t! I swear”

She smiled at him and reached up to give him a peck on the tip of his nose. “Well whatever you’re making, i’m excited to eat it” and he blushed, squeezing her hip softly.

“Good, cause i’ll be kinda hurt if you wasn’t”.

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Eddie looked through each cabinet in the kitchen only to find two cans of ravioli. “Yeah,” he scoffed, picking up the cans and looking at them, “you’ll do” and closed the cabinets. The sun was setting and while Eddie made dinner for them, Cleo was at the dinner table sketching. There was radio on the table, deciding to put it on. Running Up That Hill was the song that played and decided to keep it on as she was sketching. She was humming the lyrics, dancing a little in her chair as well. “You finished yet, Munson?” she shouted above the music to get his attention. “Almost, pretty girl!” he shouted back. She was surprised to not smell anything burning or an alarm going off. She looked up to see Eddie coming towards her with two plates for him and her. He set it down in front of her as she placed her sketchbook to the side. “Well thank you kind sir” she said in an awful fake British accent. “Of course, m’lady” he returned the same energy back.

“Canned ravioli? Not bad”

“It was the only thing I can find here”

She smiled and started eating with him. She turned down the volume a little bit on the radio so they could talk and hear each other.

“You got a favorite song?” she asked him. “Not my favorite song but the first song I learned on electric guitar was Dazed and Confused” he smiled at her. “Really? That’s so cool!” he loved how she got. “Yeah but, I overplayed it too much and got sick of it. So did my uncle” he chuckled. “How about you? You got a favorite song, Sinclair?” he asked her. Coincidentally, her favorite song started playing right as he asked the question. She squealed and turned up the volume (not too loud though) and got up. “I’m assuming this is your favorite song?” he chuckled her. “Yeah! I’ve been nonstop playing Head Over Heels ever since last year” she said as she was dancing. She smiled and turned to him, holding out her hand.

“Come dance with me, Eds”

“I don’t know how to”

“It’s okay, we’re just gonna be slow dancing”

“Like we’re at prom or a somethin’?”

“Yeah! Come on, it’ll be fun”

He shrugged and took her hand. She pulled him in and she placed her arms around his neck as his hands rested on her hips. That familiar feeling from yesterday sunk in, her blushing and smiling up at him. He was enjoying this, not really slowing dancing with someone before but he seemed to enjoy it with her. She sung most of the lyrics and she sounded so pretty to him. He loved her voice and so much so to where he was just staring at down at her.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“Just the thought of kissing you right now”

Her eyes widened, her heart sunk and her cheeks grew hot. But she gained some confidence from nowhere and looked deep into his eyes. “Then kiss me” she said softly and before she knew it, their lips were on each other’s. She stood more on her tippy toes as their lips perfectly molded together. His hands went down to the back of her thighs, slightly tapping on them to lift her up. He carried her up to the bedroom, the sound of the song ending softly getting lower and lower as they traveled upstairs.

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He gently placed her on the bed, breaking away from the kiss to look down at her. “Hi” she smiled at him, her hand was resting in his as he kissed it while looking at her. “Hi, pretty girl” and he went back to kissing her, but the kiss becoming needy and passionate. “Eddie” she mumbled in the kiss and pulling away. “Yeah?” he looked so pretty with the dim lights in the room. “I might be head over heels for you” she giggled, causing him to smile at the little joke. “I think I am too” and went in to kiss her once again.

She pulled him down, deepening the kiss. His tongue slipped in, causing her to leave out a soft moan. His hips pressed into hers, grinding a little bit against her. She let out a little soft whimper as his mouth attached itself onto her neck. He kissed and bit it (softly), making sure to leave some marks on her. Her hips lifted a little to grind against his, causing him to lightly chuckle against her neck. “So needy, Sinclair” the same exact thing he said in her dream and hearing that right in front of her made butterflies erupt in her stomach. She lightly whined at his words and continued grinding against him.

He pulled away from her neck, enough marks for anyone to see littered on her neck. “Can I take this off?” he tugged lightly on the bottom of her shirt. She nodded, giving him the go to take it off. And he did, tossing it onto the floor. “Fuck,” he rasped, her half naked body presented to him. “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart” he started kneading her soft brown breasts, causing her to smile at the compliment. To thank him she pulled him down to give him a kiss. His lips left hers and landed on her chest. It attached itself to her right breast, sucking and licking circles around her black hardened areola. As he did that with his mouth, his hand was caressing the other breast, pinching the other nipple every so often.

This felt so good to her, she’s never felt this good before with anyone but the man on top of her. She had done stuff in the past but nothing like this. Nothing this pleasurable. She wanted to make him feel good too, reaching down in between them to unbuckle his belt. He detached his mouth from her breasts and looked up at her.

“No, this is about you. Let me take care of you”

“But I wanna make you feel good too”

He smiled before pecking her lips, “you’ll get to when i’m inside you” he whispered before going back in to kiss her lips again. His lips kissed down to her chest, down to her stomach and just above where she needed him most. She loved how he was taking his time with her but she really needed him. Super bad.

“Can I take these off too?” tugging on her shorts before doing anything. She nodded and he pulled down her shorts carefully and threw it on the floor. “God you’re so pretty” he muttered before going in between her legs.

He placed her legs on top of his shoulders, all while looking directly up at her. “I can look at you all day from down here” he said, causing her to giggle and let her fingers tangle in his wild curls. “You look so pretty from this angle” she said to him, feeling a kiss from her inner thighs. He hummed in response, the contrast of his skin with hers felt perfect to her. “Eddie”

she whined, tugging lightly on his hair. “Okay, okay. I’ll finally do something” he chuckled.

He pressed a soft kiss on her clothed heat and gently pulled it down, finally revealing her beautiful nude body to him. “Fuck I know I keep saying this but, you’re so gorgeous” she just blushed and smiled, not knowing what to say. But a tiny gasp left her lips as she felt his tongue making small circles on her clit. He gripped on her thighs softly while her hand never left his hair and tugging on it. Her back slightly arched at the pleasure, softly whimpering. He pulled away and kissed her inner thighs again, his mouth glistening with her wetness. “Such pretty noises you make” he said as his thumb made circles on her clit.

But to add more pleasure he added a finger and she just watched. A devilish grin appeared on his face as he saw her reaction, blood immediately rushing to his cock. He wanted— needed to be inside her. He’s needed this ever since he laid his eyes on her. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, all because of me” his words made her even more wet. His words, his thumb rubbing on her clit, his finger— now fingers curling inside her and reaching that spot just felt overwhelmingly good to her. She needed to release.

But somehow he knew she was getting close and stopped everything he was doing. She frowned and whined, watching him hover over her.

“I was so close, Eddie”

“I know” he cooed. He sat on his knees, taking off his shirt. He revealed his tattoos she was curious about and his guitar pick necklace that was sure to be dangling in her face. She thought he had such a pretty body, lean but not having abs and a happy trail which made her more feral. “C’mere” and she did, sitting on her knees in front of him. “Take these off for me” and she did, starting with taking off his belt. She pulled it off while his hands landed back on her breasts. She unbuttoned his jeans, not breaking eye contact with him. His hand moved up to her cheek, caressing it softly as she pulled out his cock. She started stroking him and placed her lips onto his. He laid her back down on the bed, her hand still stroking his cock in between their bodies. She stopped and pulled down his pants all the way, along with his boxers so he could be completely nude like her. He pulled away to take off his pants and boxers and climbed back into bed.

He took his cock and rubbed the tip against her slick, causing her to whimper. “Please” she looked beautiful like this he thought, just all spread out and a whiny mess in front of him. “Just wanna admire you like this, sweetheart” he said, still teasing her. “And we need protection don’t we?” she giggled at that as he reached over to the bedside table for condoms.

“How’d you know they were there?”

“…No reason”

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t wanna question him further. He ripped it open with his teeth and she swore she could just cum right there. He rolled it onto his cock and hovered over her. He placed a gentle peck on her lips and looked at her. “Ready?” he asked softly. She nodded and pecked his lips. “I’ll go in slowly okay? If it hurts just tell me and we’ll stop” she nodded, loving the way he cared for her and he pleasure. He gently and slowly slipped in, just the tip, causing her to gasp. “Can’t even get all the way in, you’re so fuckin’ tight” she softly moaned at his words as he pulled out. He slowly entered again and was able to be all the way inside. “Shit, you okay?” he asked in a breathy tone. She nodded and he started thrusting in a steady pace.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as their lips were on each other’s. He felt so good, so full inside her. His lips moved back to her neck, biting the flesh softly. “Squeezin’ me so tight, gorgeous. Gonna make me cum so fast” just anything he said like that made her moan, her back slightly arching as well. He hovered over her and picked up the speed on his thrusts. His necklace was dangling right as he was just staring right into her eyes. “You’re so perfect” she moaned, scratching his arms. “Fuck, can’t be sayin’ stuff like that” he had a toothy grin, groaning as he kept thrusting. “You are, you’re so fucking perfect” she moaned, causing him to softly moan at her words. “You fuck me so good, Eds. Keep going” and he did, going faster.

He leaned down and kissed her, biting her bottom lip as he was pulling away. He dove back in to kiss her more, her nails digging into his back. “You take me so well, sweetheart—” he said against her lips and pulled away. He sat back on his knees, placing her legs on his shoulders. He started rubbing her clit as he kept thrusting at this new angle.

“—It’s like your pretty pussy was made for me”

“It was. Fuck! It was made for you, o-only you”

“Atta girl, responding to me so well” he groaned. “So close” she babbled, the pressure on her clit and the way he kept hitting that spot just made her a mess. “Me too, gonna cum with me?” she nodded as fast as she could, a breathy chuckle coming from him. He stopped rubbing her clit just to focus on thrusting faster.

The headboard started banging against the wall and he hover over her so hold it. “Cum with me, Eddie” she whispered as a moan. He cursed as he kept going until she started shaking underneath him, squeezing his cock as she came. The sight of that made him cum inside her, well inside the condom, following after her release.

They were both out of breath. His tired body sat up to carefully slip out of her so he could throw the condom away.

He came back to lay down next to her, pulling her to lay her head on his chest. “You okay?” he looked down at her already to find her looking up at him. “Yeah. Are you?” she asked him as she placed soft kisses on his chest. “Absolutely, sweetheart” he answered. She reached up to kiss his lips and pulling back to look down at him. “Although, i’m a little hungry” she giggled, causing him to smile. He gave her a kiss on her temple and stood up. He was still nude and seeing that made her bite her lip from smiling. “Well i’ll go fix you something to eat but in the meantime,” he said, leaning over to kiss her lips. He pulled back, looking at her.

“Just wait here and continue being the most gorgeous girl in Hawkins”

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tohisprettyc00l · 11 months

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A new best friend chapter 2

A/n: new plan to keep up my one post-a-day quota I'll post a chapter of this (If I have it ready)

Part 1

You did your missions as usual. Or as usual, as it could be. You kept thinking about talking to The Collector again. Your brain had just fully comprehended what happened. Once you finished your missions it had gotten dark. You reported your success to Belos and then entered your room. You hopped onto your bed and attempted to go to bed.

No matter how much you tossed and turned you couldn't fall asleep. You got up and started walking the Coven halls. While it wasn't prohibited to be awake this late, there was a time you had to wake up. Which resulted in almost no one being up that late. Your eyes kept wandering to the room the Colltor was in. Each time you shooke your head trying to distract yourself. You grabbed a cup of water a slowly sipped from it.

"What are you doing up?" You jumped at the sudden voice. You shot your head to where the voice was coming from. You saw the Golden Gaurd standing with his arms crossed. "There's no rule I can't. Why are you still wearing your mask?" He took his mask off. "I just finished a mission." "Ah. you should probably start trying to sleep." "Was on my way." He said and started walking. You looked at him confused. "Must've had a long day you thought." You started walking back to your room.

You lay down and, unsurprised you still couldn't fall asleep. Your mind was filled with thoughts of the promise you made to the Collector. "Should I just do it right now? He seemed pretty anxious... But he's probably asleep. Wait. Can he even sleep?" You just kept your eyes shut until sunrise. Once you heard birds start chirping you got up. You rubbed your eyes. You looked at your clock to see what time it was. 5:00. Whatever you decided to just get up. While you were getting ready you just mentally prepared yourself to fail most of your missions and gain a few scars.

You stretched and walked the halls. The earliest you can get missions for the day is 5:30 so you decided to clear your mind and finally talk to the Collector again. You went back to the room you first found them in. Before entering you quickly looked around. After you were sure the coast was clear you opened the door. "Yoo-hoo! Anybody here?" You called out. The Collector appeared. "You really came back!" He yelled in excitement. "Shh please be quiet. Other people are sleeping." The Collector just looked at you confused but decided to listen to you anyway.

"So what's with this mirror thingy?" You pointed at a circular piece of glass with a crescent moon shape on it. "That's what the Titan trapped me in!" "Would you be free if you broke it?" You asked picking it up. "No no no- Don't do that! I'm not sure what it would do but it would probably make me disappear forever!" You quickly put the mirror down. "Why do you look so tired?" The Collector asked. "Because I didn't sleep." "Wha- Don't mortals need to do that?" You laughed, "Haha! Yeah." The Collector looked confused. "Anyway- what's on your agenda today?" "What?" "Like your missions!" "Oh I don't get those until 5:30." You explained.

"Hmm, Would've thought Belos would want you to get missions done as soon as possible." "It's probably so he can get everything in order first. Also so we're not too tired, which I am. So I'm trying to get ready to tell him I failed." You said with a clear nervous tone to your voice. "Welp, it can't be helped! But you seem to already have quite a few scars.' He pointed to a scar on your leg. "So you probably know how to patch yourself up." You gave a forced smile"You're right," You got up, "I need to get going, to get my missions." "Okay see you after you're done!" The Collector said waving. "Huh? I mean... Yeah, see you later." You gave the deity finger guns and then left.

You left and started walking to get your missions. After waiting for other scouts you finally entered. "May I get my missions?" You asked bowing. Belos started listing off missions and you wrote them down. "Thank you for trusting me with these missions. I will do my best." You said and Belos dismissed you. You exited the room. You sighed, welp there goes any hope of having an easy day. The first mission is to slay a selkidomus.

You hopped upon Salty's boat. You told him where to go and he sailed you to said place. Once you got off you searched for the selkidomus. You saw a mother and baby and you paused. "It's a terrible beast. It's a terrible beast. It's a terrible-" You whispered to yourself but stopped once you got close enough. "I can't do it." You sat down, "What if I just lie to Belos? No, he'd be able to tell." You checked your list again. You re-read the mission and it specified he wanted you to retrieve the scales. An idea popped into you're head. You walked closer to the beast and tied vines around both the mother and infant. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" You said you cut off a few of the mother's scales. Thankfully it didn't seem to hurt the mother, but it did seem to piss her off.

You ran away and got rid of your vines when you thought you were far away enough. Well turns out you were wrong. Suddenly a huge shadow loomed over you. The selkidomus seemed ready to attack. You quickly wrapped yourself in an abomination goop and teleported onto the ship. "Salty start leaving!" You commanded. He did as he was told and left as soon as prompted. You sat down and felt like passing out. Using that much magic wasn't wise.

The day continued similarly avoiding death by the skin of your teeth. And then you failed two missions. You felt your heart sink to your stomach. While it was rare it wasn't unheard of for you to fail two missions. But to do it a day after you failed a different mission? Yeah, you're fucked.

You stood in front of the throne room door, your fist trembling above the wood. You gave three quick knocks on the door. "Enter." You heard the emperor call out. You entered shaking violently. "May I speak?" You asked. "Proceed." You dropped off the scales. "I have received the scales, I have done most of what you have told me to do." "Most?" Belos asked sharply. "Yes, sadly two wild witches got away." Suddenly there was a harsh stinging pain in your arm. You bit your lip to stop yourself from crying out and clasped your hand over your arm. "I hate to do this, but you can't keep failing. You have to know your failures have consequences." "I und-understand." You coughed out. "You are dismissed. You nodded and left.

As soon as you were out of the throne room you ran to your room. You saw scouts look at you with sympathy. You half-hazard disinfected your wound and wrapped it up. You stared at the ceiling blankly and closed your eyes. Which caused you to drift off to sleep.

#toh x reader #the owl house x reader #collector x reader #the collector x reader

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agustdef · 2 years

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Rumors

This fic’s inspo stems from the Rumor by Jake Miller.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Black Singer!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut; Idol AU/Idolverse

Word Count: 5.7k

Warning: Language; Sexual Activities; Spanking

Rating: 18+ (Minors do not read or interact.)

My Beta Reader: The dork known as @hobeemin

A/N: That song came on a song radio and I really liked it and then my brain got working so here we are. Also tagging @sugakookitty because I have to make sure she has a front row seat.

Every night during and after the PTD in LA tour one could go onto Twitter and see the excitement from ARMYs around the world about two shows, but they could also see the rumors and speculation surrounding Jungkook and YN.

For that tour, they’d decided to bring out other artists they’d collabed with on random days to perform those songs. YN was the only one who was there every one of those nights, performing two songs that she’d collabed on with the boys and one of her’s that Jungkook had covered a few years before. The song that had brought them all together in the first place.

Also, the reason that fans, antis, and Dispatch clung to the little to no information they had to make everyone think the two were dating. As if they’d met in secret and gotten together and that was why Jungkook did the cover in the first place.

When in actuality the pair met at some events while BTS was in the states for concerts and everyone seemed like fast friends months after the cover was posted. Soon after that friendship brought about collabs and hanging out with each other in semi-public settings. Something that people caught wind of a few times. All the images and videos taken were platonic for the most part, but YN made Jungkook laugh a little too hard once and that was all it took for people to latch onto them flirting or being a thing.

Every interaction was analyzed for the smallest things. Didn’t matter if YN got the same reaction out of the other boys or if the outing had very little interaction between the two of them or if she was photographed multiple times with her head on Jin’s shoulder and Yoongi leaning on her’s as the two napped.

At the end of the day, it circled back to Jungkook.

Something that he didn’t mind at all. In fact, he agreed with some of what people said or noticed. They weren’t wrong about how much he enjoyed being in YN’s presence or how they flirted with each other a lot. Plus, she’d also cuddled up against his shoulder to nap a few times and he’d done the same once, though his head was in her lap and she was playing with his hair.

His members teased him endlessly for that one. Which was also something he didn’t mind much.

He’d be a liar if he said that before he did the cover he thought she was cute and he liked what he saw from what she was public about. That kinda sorta crush quickly tumbled into full blown crush once they’d met and gotten to know each other. Only solidified by how many rumors swarmed, even the more ridiculous ones that involved them making out in the back of the van on the way to the group’s hotel - with the other members also inside.

Nothing close to that ever happened, but he would have liked it if it did. Minus his members there as an audience to their PDA.

Wanting to make those rumors true is why it bummed him out, even more, when the pandemic hit and their tour was postponed. He’d planned to ask YN out in person so he could have a better gauge of if she felt the same way. Of course, he knew she wouldn’t lie to placate him if he’d done it over the phone, but in person was the best way for him to go about it. Especially because he’d lose his mind if he had to wait forever to see her after they both - hopefully - confessed their feelings.

That want didn’t stop him from also texting her several times to just lay everything out to her. Something Yoongi often had to talk him down from.

Of all the members he’d been the most helpful when Jungkook came to him about how he was feeling. His hyung was always a fountain of advice, especially when it came to YN. He’d taken a liking to YN in an older brother kind of way so he had both their interests at heart whenever Jungkook came to him to talk about it. Equal parts encouraging and threatening was how Yoongi handled it, because he wanted Jungkook to be sure about his feelings before he could hurt either of them, especially YN.

There was some past relationship trauma that YN had that Yoongi knew all about and it made him a little more protective of her. Something Jungkook appreciated because it forced him to take another look at what he wanted from her and a relationship, he’d looked deep before but he went deeper that time around.

It was why he was beyond sure by the time talks of the four day concert came up. He fought to get her there for at least two of those days with the members backing him and he lucked out with getting them to say she could do all four if she and her people agreed to it. Which they did.

From there it was just planning how he would tell her how he felt. The way he went about it was so detailed that it was almost like he was preparing to propose to her, which meant at the end of it he scraped all the ideas. There was an urge to do it big, but it wasn’t very YN and he wanted her as comfortable as he could control.

Sadly, that meant even when they’d arrived he was left floundering to figure out the right setting and way to confess. That didn’t change even as the concerts officially kicked off. Which was beyond frustrating with all the buzz online that usually helped fuel his drive to move forward with what he wanted.

However, just before the start of the third day he was done with it. He went through the motions of the day with a weird giddy energy that everyone looked at him strange for and that no one but Yoongi seemed to understand.

Once they got on stage that energy fueled and more enjoyable concert and by the time they got to the more sensual of their collabs it was clear to the members what he was up to. He was near YN for almost the entire song and they played off each other effortlessly.

And when their lyrics were a little more hype and suggestive he all but pushed Namjoon out of the way so he was near her when she did a move where she dropped it low. It was half retaliation for what happened when Megan the Stallion had come out with them on Day 2 and because he wanted to make his position clear. Even if it was a bit scandalous to be as close as he was while she swayed her hips and shook her ass a little.

He wasn’t looking to start anything major in the news, but he wanted her to be clear on what he was doing. And when she turned around after her verse and looked into his eyes as he began to rap he was beyond sure she got the message.

Along with anyone who could see the way he looked at her.

Once they finished the song everyone spoke to the crowd a little and the audience got to see the dynamic of Namjoon and YN at each other’s throats in a playful way. They bickered like siblings and Yoongi always stepped in to take her side. Jungkook switched up and took Namjoon's, which didn’t earn him anything but Namjoon alluding how he almost fell all because Jungkook wanted to get close.

Jungkook didn’t even defend himself, just shook his head and slyly looked YN’s way and winked. He could see the lightest tint of red under her brown skin when he did, but she pulled it together quickly, winking back before lightly punching Namjoon and fleeing the stage with all of them going right behind her.

They had a little over five minutes to prepare to go back out there, so despite being hopped up on their interaction out there Jungkook made quick work of getting changed into his next outfit. He did it in about two minutes since his next outfit didn’t include much and was easy enough to slip on. His make-up was touched up after, but that only took a few seconds, and then he was out of their dressing room and in YN’s.

He barely knocked before opening the door and closing it behind him.

YN was just finishing up plugging down her hoodie when he entered. Seeing him startled her, especially because she was used to being left alone for about twenty minutes after performing on stage.

“What the fuck, Kookie?” she asked, clutching her chest.

A sheepish smile overtook his lips. “Sorry, I should have waited until you said come in. But I don’t have a lot of time.”

“A lot of time for what?”

For some reason, Jungkook froze at that and became a bit shyer than he’d been with her earlier. That left room for YN to become a little more confident, especially because she loved it when she made him a little flustered. She would have usually teased him, but there was shouting about a minute or two before the next stage and she knew he had to go.

YN raised her brow and took a few steps forward. “What did you need, baby?”

And that was all it took, despite her having called him that a million times.

Jungkook crossed the space between them in three large steps, placed his hands on her waist, and pulled her in for a kiss. The first few seconds of it were soft, both in the way they kissed and the feel of their lips, but the moment YN’s arms wrapped around his neck he pressed closer and became a bit more desperate in the way he kissed her. One of his hands moved from her hip to her hair, his fingers lacing through box braids and pulling slightly. Just enough to cause a slight burst of pain, which rewarded him with a soft whimper slipping from her lips.

Controlling himself felt damn near impossible after that, but what could happen if he didn’t stop and the fact that he hadn’t said what he came to say made him pull away.

“We have to stop,” he said.

Before YN could speak there was yelling for about forty-five seconds and all she could do was nod. Jungkook pulled away from her a little then, but not fully. His hands moved to cup her face and he pressed his forehead to hers.

“I really like you. I would ask you to be my girlfriend right now, but I want to take you on a date first. Plus I think we should talk. Meet me in my hotel room after?”

A smile took over YN’s lips and she leaned in, pecking his lips.

“I like you too. And I can definitely do that. I planned to head out a little earlier to avoid traffic anyway. I’ll stop by my place and then have my manager arrange to get me indiscreetly. Just text me when you leave here.”

There was some frantic yelling asking where Jungkook was so he nodded and pulled away, glancing at her one more time before leaving the room and sprinting out. It was a good thing her dressing room was just as close to the stage as theirs was.

Not that YN focused on that long, she fell onto the couch in the room and released a delighted squeal. Excitement and nerves about what happened filled her and not even her manager appearing in the room could get her to pull it together.

She wasn’t alone in that thought, because for once Jungkook struggled to regulate his emotions as they got into position for the next stage. His smile fought long and hard to remain in place, but he pushed it down.

Neither of them could wait until after the concert.

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By the time the concert was over and they were in the vans headed back to the hotel nerves set in for Jungkook. He could remember what happened in YN’s dressing room, but a voice in his head tried to convince him that maybe she was just being nice. Or that he had stepped out of bounds by kissing her before saying anything. She’d kissed him back, but a part of him said it was a little too forward.

Thankfully, he remembered that YN wasn’t the type to just placate people, especially not in the matter of feelings. He’d watched her turn down an up and coming artist in the middle of an industry party, in front of his friends, and right as he was about to go on stage. And though she was Jungkook’s friend and she wouldn’t want him to go out on stage off his game she wouldn’t have said she liked him too just to rip his heart to pieces once they had the proper time to talk things through.

Thoughts like that are what replayed in his head over and over again until he got to his room. He was so focused on reassuring himself that he didn’t speak or even really acknowledge the members when they said something. Not that he had to, because Yoongi told them to leave him since he already knew what was going down. He cornered Jungkook and asked about his intense smiling and Jungkook blurted out what happened.

Once inside his room, he finally reentered the reality of what was about to happen and was filled with mild panic. Jungkook was usually the semi-organized type, but he’d been tired and in a rush so his hotel room was a shit show.

So, with a new sort of energy, he didn’t know he could possess after a concert he speed cleaned the room. That included finding the Lysol wipes that Hobi threw at him before they were assigned hotel rooms and wiped a few things down. After he jumped into the shower and dressed faster than he ever had.

Upon finishing he was sure everything was ready, but the room smelt off. A mix of stagnant air and lemons. He was quick to open a window and use one of his colognes to fill the air a little. Spritzing himself a few times before he finally took a seat and a deep breath.

YN texted him when she left the stadium about around what time she’d be arriving and that she’d let him know when she was close. So all he needed to do was wait, which made him antsy. It also made him space out a little, so much so that he zoned out and nearly had a heart attack when he heard a knock on his door.

Panic filled him as he searched his phone for a message that she was there, but found nothing. He headed to the door with his heart beating in his chest only to see no one through the peephole. He slowly opened the door and looked around to see that not a soul was in the hallway but there was a bag on the floor.

Worry about a sasaeng hit him for a moment, but then he saw what was in the bag and snatched it up before quickly retreating into his room. He took its contents out and felt his body was on fire while he assessed the box of condoms. Feeling something weird on the back he was both embarrassed and annoyed by the sticky note he found.

I don’t want to be an uncle yet, so wrap it up. - Yoongi HYUNG

Rolling his eyes Jungkook discarded the bag in the trash and dropped the condoms in his suitcase. He had no plans of using them, though he would be a liar if he said he hadn’t thought of it or that he wasn’t excited by the prospect of putting them to use. However, he wanted to get to them talking about things part of everything first. He wanted this to go well with minimal hitches if any at all.

Things with YN had to work.

And as if she knew he was thinking about her, his phone vibrated with a text. She told him she was about two minutes out and she brought food. He shot off a quick reply to her, then called his manager to let him know so he could get her up there. With that confirmed he pulled the chair at the desk of his room to the table he usually ate at and positioned the armchair across from it.

Not wanting them to freeze he closed the window and then moved to stand by the door. He knew he should probably sit down and wait, but he also knew that he would get caught sprinting towards the door if he did. Standing at it would be a test in self control, but at least he could reason with himself about counting for ten seconds before opening.

The knock that came about a minute after made him think otherwise, but he took a quiet, deep breath, counted, and then unlocked the door. YN smiled at him the moment the door opened and he uttered a quick thanks to his manager before ushering her inside.

Nothing needed to be said as she kicked off her shoes, set down her bag, and got to putting down their food on the table. They’d hung out a million times like that and so while she did that Jungkook got the TV on and put on some random anime they’d watched a few times before from Netflix and pulled water from his mini-fridge.

There was an attempt to help with the food, but one hand smack and he simply plopped onto the desk chair without a word. She opened his container of Chinese food and then utensils before she sat and opened her own.

Even after they were settled not a word was uttered though. Food took priority with both of them, but especially after expelling energy. They each got about halfway through before focus shifted.

Or more so before the energy in the space shifted and Jungkook became a little shy.

They stared each other down while eating their food at that point, but as seconds ticked by Jungkook died a little more inside and finally dropped his fork.

“We should talk now, right?” he asked.

For several moments YN said nothing, which only made him flustered. Something that was clearly the goal, but she didn’t let him flounder for too long.

“Yes, we should. You want to go first?”

“I probably should.”

“Then the floor is yours, love.”

A nod, a long sip of his water, and a deep breath later and Jungkook spoke up.

“I had this whole speech planned in my head, but I can’t remember most of it right now. Plus it was ten minutes long and I couldn’t agree with the cuts that Yoongi told me to make, so I’m just going to try to say this without feeling like a middle schooler admitting to his first real crush.

“I’ve liked you for a really long time, YN. It was a slow progression of feelings starting from friendship, though I will admit a slight crush on you before we even met. I wanted to tell you how I felt when we came out here on tour but then the world descended into madness and I didn’t want to tell you while being so far away. But then it felt like it would take forever and I almost told you when you had that date with that one guy, but we found out about PTD and he was a jackass so I thought now would be the time. That kiss was not how I planned it and I wanted way more time to talk it through but I just couldn’t help myself. I don’t regret kissing you though, just the setup.”

Throughout his speech, he’d switched from English to Korean and it was a wonderful thing that YN understood him. Not that it took away from the embarrassment that filled him once he’d realized what he’d done.

Not that he had a reason to be embarrassed since the entire time he spoke YN’s smile grew wider and wider. There was also something in her eyes that exuded care, excitement, and adoration. All of that was confirmed by the way her hand slid across the table to grab his and squeeze reassuringly.

“Well, you already know about the slight crush I had on you before we met. It’s nothing I put stock in, but I agree, being around you morphed into something more. I wanted to talk to you about it too, even got close a few times, but also felt like over the phone was wrong. I went on the date after my friends badgered me and you were the first person I thought to call after the shit show was over. I was hoping to work up the courage to talk to you about it while you were here, but it felt like there was never the time and on the rare occasion I would chicken out.”

Logically if YN was fine with kissing him then of course she’d liked him for a while, but that coupled with them having both been going through the same thoughts was a shock to Jungkook’s system.

“So we were both preparing to ask each other?”

“Yes.”

“And we could have been together sooner?”

“Yes.”

“But we weren’t because of us being too in our heads?”

“Yes.”

“And because we didn’t want to start things from so far away?”

“Yes.”

“Wow… Do you regret it?”

“No.”

After so many yeses it was a shock to hear a different answer and Jungkook wasn’t offended, but the shock changed his expression. Enough so that YN felt the need to speak quickly.

“I don’t think either of us would have loved to be apart for so long. Plus, it helps that we both now know how each other operates under the stress of a situation on a global scale.”

Jungkook took a deep breath.

“True.”

Silence hung over them for a moment and they went back to eating and glancing at the TV every so often. It was weird, but also not because it was very like them. They’d talked about heavier topics and then paused to finish eating before picking it up or leaving it there, never feeling like they were avoiding anything. It was just the nature of who they were.

Food was finished not long after and they cleaned up before settling into Jungkook’s bed with snacks that YN brought and that Jungkook already had. They snacked and watched TV, YN’s head on his shoulder like it normally was when they got comfortable like that. Another norm for them.

What wasn’t the norm though was the way that Jungkook slowly pulled her even closer and moved their bodies so they were laying down with one of her legs tossed over his. One of his hands rested next to him while the other pressed into her lower back, just shy of her ass. At least it was until she adjusted slightly and it fell onto her ass. Making Jungkook freeze in panic.

The new tension in his body made YN look at him with a raised brow, but he stared straight ahead.

“Touching ass gets you this flustered, baby?” she asked.

Again there was that endearment, but tacked on was a sort of challenge and that got a rise out of him. He went from bashful to staring deeply into her eyes as he grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed. Which got him zero reaction and that only made him want one. Releasing he did it again, only to get the same smirk and not even a flicker of reaction out of her. That didn’t stop him though, because when he released the second time his hand reared back and he smacked her ass. There was limited power behind it because of how they were positioned, but it was enough for him to see something in her eyes change.

That change is what had him do it again and again. Each time getting that non-reaction reaction and a soft throat clearing. So, he changed things up and moved YN so she straddled him and both his hands had access.

But that access didn’t last for long as both wrestled for the upper hand. Phones and the remote could be heard clattering to the ground because of their wild movements, but neither flinched. They maintained eye contact and as every second ticked by the room grew hotter from the intensity of their gaze and the tension it built up.

After a few minutes, YN ended up on top.

That left them face to face, gently breathing against each other and still staring into one another’s eyes. The joy and excitement were the perfect precursor for the shift in the room or more so in the space between them. Tension built quickly and Jungkook’s lips were on YN’s and her arms were around his neck in an instant.

Their lips pressed against each other as if pulling away would be the end of them and when they pulled away it wasn’t long before they were kissing again. YN was the one to swipe her tongue against Jungkook’s lips, but he was the one to take the lead as both tongues intertwined.

As they kissed their bodies pressed together and YN grinded against him, creating friction that made YN feel like she was on fire.

Her panties were wet and her thighs lightly coated from how worked up she was. It didn’t help that Jungkook got hard quickly and pressed his dick against her with his every move. The feel and the idea of him being inside her were all she needed to make her pull away.

“Fuck me now,” she panted.

And Jungkook didn’t waste a second. He pushed himself up, kneeling enough that he could pull his boxers down, before moving towards her again. There was no time or thought to pull YN’s panties down and they ended up pushed to the side.

Within forty-five seconds of her telling him what to do Jungkook’s cock rubbed against her pussy and then slipped inside. They both moaned out at the feeling and paused for a second to take it in, but a second was truly all it was. Jungkook’s hands spread her legs wide and he drilled into her. The pace was quick and hard, their skin slapping into each other every thrust.

The stretch his cock gave and the sounds of his dick slamming into her along with the moans from both their lips was a little overwhelming. They’d spent a while only being able to do oral and she’d missed the feeling of having him inside of her.

So much so that she needed more.

“Harder, please baby harder,” she cried.

“Fuck!” Jungkook shouted.

His outburst could have been confused by his inability to do so, but the man’s hips slowed down and he thrust into her in a way that left her skin stinging a little. One of his hands also moved down to rub and lightly slap at her clit.

If she hadn’t already felt her orgasm building, that definitely moved it along. YN felt closer with each slap she felt and she had trouble keeping her voice down. Every inch of her body felt eclectic and sensitive.

“I want you to come for me baby, play with your nipples,” Jungkook said.

Compliance was immediate. The need to reach that high fueled her and her hands were under her shirt pulling on her nipples hard. They were very sensitive so the heightened pleasure came quickly.

“So fucking close,” YN moaned out.

As someone who dreamed of making her cum, Jungkook took that as a notice to pick it up, and though he couldn’t pick up the pace in that position, he slapped her clit harder than he had before. It sent a jolt through her body and five hits in YN’s body spasmed for a moment and she came.

A gasp and soft scream escaped her as she rode out the climax and the feel of Jungkook continued to fuck her. Her hands dropped from her chest, but the sensitivity didn’t stop as Jungkoook continued fucking into her chasing his own high.

There was no oversensitivity though, his pace helped extend her high and once his hips bucked, he pulled out just in time to cum all over her stomach. YN was still barely coming down from her high.

After a moment of maintaining their positions, Jungkook rolled to the side and rested beside her.

“Shit, that was fucking hot,” he said.

Soft laughter escaped YN. “Drunk me shouldn’t have told you about the spanking thing. I feel like the room is still moving.”

“All the more reason I’m glad you told me about it.”

With the limited energy, she had she slapped whatever body part that was closest to her hand, which turned out to be his thigh, where a bit of his cum had leaked. YN made a face in reaction, causing Jungkook to laugh but not move.

For several moments they lay there with the sole sound being from the TV. It took some time, but eventually, their breathing leveled out and their chests stopped moving so rapidly.

Once calm enough Jungkook pressed a kiss to her forehead and then hopped out of the bed, leaving YN alone and confused for a few minutes before he returned with a wet rag. He carefully wiped off YN’s stomach and between her legs where some of his cum dripped down to, then his thigh. YN thought he was done until he took the hand she’d touched his thigh with and wiped it clean before pressing gentle kisses to every finger and then her palm.

The woman could have physically swooned from that and it didn’t help with he gave her the sweetest smile.

“You up for a shower?” he asked.

YN nodded and then carefully got up. Her body still felt odd from pleasure so walking was a little weird, but before she could get used to it Jungkook had her in his arms and carried her to the shower that he’d already started.

There was a bench so he sat her there and adjusted the showerhead angle so it would hit her too. Then he grabbed another rag and got it lathered. Naturally, YN reached out to take it once he directed it towards her, but Jungkook slapped her hand out of the way and waved her up. She did as she was told and the next thing she knew Jungkook was the one washing her body.

Every second of his touch was gentle and despite how sweet the moment was she couldn’t help but get riled up. Horniness hadn’t left her, just dimmed for a moment. Not that she planned to act on it, but then Jungkook turned her around and the feeling of his dick against her ass sent her over the edge.

While he tried to clean her back YN pushed back into him, her ass grinding against him in slow circles. As seconds ticked by - and she felt him harden - she pressed against him harder, until he dropped the rag and his hand was around her throat. Another thing drunk her mentioned.

“I was trying to be sweet,” he whined.

“You were sweet. So sweet, baby. But I need another feel,” YN cooed.

That sweetness exited the moment she said that. Jungkook’s hand on her throat tightened and he moved with her as they continued their grinding. Wet, soap slicked bodies moved as one, both eager and needing each other.

Before either of them knew it YN was bent over, hands on the bench and one foot up as well. Jungkook pushed inside of her, one of his feet on the bench for leverage, and his thrust into her.

It was only the second time but neither was sure they’d ever get used to the feeling. The way Jungkook stretched YN and the way her pussy clung to him so tightly. Each more filled with so much pleasure that YN was wet enough that every thrust could be heard over every other sound. Jungkook played into it by keeping a quick speed just so they both could hear how good they sounded together.

Though he moved his hand when they got into position Jungkook’s hand found its way around YN’s throat again as he pulled her up so her back was pressed to his chest. Her pussy spasmed at that, getting him to adjust his fingers and press tighter. It earned him more of the pulsing and choked moaning for her.

In seconds he came and after a few rough thrusts, YN did too.

Once again they were left with labored breath and shaking bodies. However, they recovered faster the second time and took the time to clean each other carefully, but not go for a third round.

After getting cleaned and dressed - Jungkook in boxers and YN in one of his bigger shirts, something Jungkook insisted on. With them clothed there was no keeping him off her from that point on. He grabbed the snacks, turned down the lights, found a new show for them to watch, and then wrapped YN up in his arms so tight she had little to no room to escape even if she tried.

Not that she tried.

They spent the evening wrapped up in each other and that’s how they were when Yoongi woke them screaming about how he said he didn’t want to be an uncle yet. There was a lot of time spent telling him YN was on the pill and it had been an accident.

There were not enough bribes in the world to stop him from setting a reminder to have YN take a pregnancy test in a month’s time.

But even Yoongi’s theatrics couldn’t stop the glee that Jungkook felt when he saw rumors about them because of the concert. He’d finally made them true.

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~That's What He Knew~

Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Charles, Hank and Logan enlist the help of one (Y/N) (L/N), a powerful mutant with the gift of growing plants, to free Erik from prison. But why is Logan so invested in her friendship with Peter Maximoff?

Warnings: nothing too bad tbh

A/N: inspired by this post <3

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The moment the car pulled up to the driveway, you knew something was going to happen. Something good, something exciting, something that would change your life forever. You didn't know what the feeling was, being a chlorokinetic and not a fortune-teller, but it thrilled you greatly.

Logan got out of the car first, shortly followed by Charles and Hank, you trailing idly behind them, taking more interest in the overgrown bushes than the situation at hand.

'I've never even met this Erik guy.' You thought to yourself, picking at your cuticles, 'I don't know why I'm being forced into rescuing him when he's most likely just gonna betray Charles again.'

Hank turned to you and called out your name, beckoning you forward to look at the older woman in the doorway. She looked panicked at Logan's words, believing you and your merry little gang to be cops instead of world-saving-or-destroying-superheroes.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the woman yelling for her son, Peter, you learned his name was. She explained how he was in his normal location, the basement.

Before following the rest of the group into the basement, you took notice of the strange grin Logan was sending you, but shrugged it off and made your way down the stairs.

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You could barely contain your excitement as you finally spoke to Peter Maximoff. He was just so… relatable. After all, the two of you were both only teenagers, but it seemed that you had the same taste in everything; music, video games, snacks. It was scary how similar you were.

You were in the Pentagon now, waiting for Peter in the elevator as he went to rescue Erik. After all, you didn't have a disguise, and you truly couldn't be bothered, so you didn't mind waiting, your head aching with how hard it was thinking.

One thought in particular was running through your mind, though, it was the fact that Logan seemed so intent on your newfound friendship with the speedster. Sure, he was from the future, but why was he so invested?

You sighed, leaning against the wall and flicking your hands, effectively growing vines that twisted around the corners of the roof, earning a muffled yell from the duct-tape-covered man next to you.

You jumped, accidentally whacking him in the face with an overgrown peony. You'd completely forgotten about his existence, let alone the fact that he was right next to you.

Before you could even attempt to apologise, a whoosh of air from behind you caught your attention, and you turned to see a tall man in a prison uniform and the dark-eyed boy you were growing to like.

He'd gotten change, you noticed, adorning his normal silver jacket and Pink Floyd shirt. His goggles sat firmly on his head as he checked his watch.

"Oh hey flower girl, didn't see you there." He said to you, a cheeky grin on his face. Okay, the nickname was annoying, you had to admit.

"Nothing much, speedy boy, you took a while." He rolled his eyes at you, sticking his tongue out, causing you to fill his mouth with flowers via one delicate swish of your hand.

He coughed, petals falling from his lips as he threw the roll of duct tape at your head, causing you to duck and laugh loudly.

God, this was gonna be fun.

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You covered your ears as gunshots rang around the room, guards got punched in the face and the room erupted into chaos, before falling silent again.

The only available sight to see was Peter standing in the middle of it all, wearing a neutral expression and a hat that definitely did not belong to him.

"That… was awesome!" You exclaimed, rushing forward to hug him. You didn't even think twice about it, especially considering he laughed and reciprocated the embrace.

Logan chuckled as he walked past, mumbling 'Don't get ahead o' yo'selves there.', causing you and Peter to look up in confusion. This was going to be frustrating. It was almost like Logan knew something you didn't, and it was starting to get on your nerves.

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You bid Charles and Hank goodbye before returning to where you stood with Peter. You could only hope nothing bad would happen to them.

Logan began climbing the steps to the plane, before Peter called him over, immediately asking about how invested he was in your friendship. Logan only laughed, saying how you'll understand when you're older.

"Seriously. What do you know that we don't?" You asked, interrupting the conversation with a frown and a hand on your hip.

Logan smirked at you, and then at Peter, and then at you again.

"You know how I'm from the future?"

You both nodded.

"Well let's just say the two o' you are pretty close, if you know what I mean."

And then he winked and left, leaving you and Peter flushing and desperately trying not to make eye contact, indicating you both knew exactly what Logan's words had meant.

Oh. So that's what he knew.

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THIS IS SO BAD BUT YAY PETER

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Huge shoutout to @fallinallincurls for giving me a hand with the ending on this one. just some light natemac fluff for you. enjoy!

You sat long enough to start shivering, then the door opened and slammed closed. Lifting your head, Nate came around the corner; his hands pushed into his jeans pockets.

“Hi superstar,” You smiled.

“Why are you out here all alone?” He asked, seeming confused. “You know how cold you always are; what’re you doing?”

“Just needed a break; it was kinda hot in there” You shrugged.

Nate sniffled and nodded, moving to sit down, taking his hands from his pockets.

“I’m super excited for you,” you smiled, bumping his shoulder.

“I’m nervous” He hums, leaning into the bump just a little. “Denver is far,” he said.

You nodded leaning into him.

“I’ve heard it's a lot like home” You tried to soothe his nerves.

“People keep saying that,” he sighed, pausing and breathing. “We’ll make this work, we always have”

Nate left for Denver two days later

That was three years ago.

“Why don't you just go see him?”

You sighed; that was easier said than done unless it wasn't.

“Hi, my love,” you smiled, leaning in just a little.

He was at his desk, a gaming setup more than anything. He smiled, wide and soft and you took a deep breath.

“Hi,” he said, looking at you. “How was class?”

“Long, and I have a stupid paper to write” you chuckled at the idea of complaining about a paper to a pro hockey player.

Nate chuckled along with you shaking his head.

“You’ll kick that paper's ass” He smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

“How was practice?” you asked, changing the subject, wanting to hear his voice.

“It was good, we did a few new drills, and I’m sore. But EJ was messing with Gabe the whole time, so it was good.”

“I can’t wait to meet this guy,” you laughed, shaking your head, thinking through all the stories Nate has shared.

“He’s going to love you, Gabe, too.”

“Baby, you think all of them will love me.”

“That’s because they will” He pushed an eyebrow.

You took a deep breath and took a second to take him in.

“You okay, pretty girl?” He hummed, his voice lowering slightly.

You rested your jaw on the heel of your hand, nodding.

“What’s goin’ on in that head?” He leaned in, smirking.

“Just missin’ you,” you whispered.

Nate leaned back and took a deep breath; you gently sucked on your tongue, looking at him.

“You know what I was thinking about last night?”

“Huh?”

Nate imitated your dad perfectly, making you laugh out loud. He joined you in my laughter as we both leaded back in our chairs.

“He used to do that all the time,” you choked out through your laughter.

You and Nate kept laughing until it died, and you just looked at each other. You tilted your head to the side and looked at him, taking a deep breath.

“God, I miss you,” He crooned.

“Nate” you whimpered.

“I’m sorry baby, I just,” he stopped and breathed. “It’s been a long time, and I feel like it's my fault.”

“Nathan, you are living your dream. That is never something you need to apologize for, especially not to me.”

He nodded and swallowed.

The longer you and Nate talked, the deeper the pit in your stomach got; you physically missed him. Your body ached for his touch, just to hug him and feel him holding you.

“Okay, baby,” Nate breathed. “I have practice in the morning, so I should get to bed.”

You nodded.

“Oh hey, I forgot to tell you I’ll have my phone off for most of the day tomorrow. We have like a whole day of testing, and I won’t be able to talk much” You gave a tight smile.

“Okay, sweetheart, I just have practice, then the game, so I’ll send you a text when I get home, and we’ll facetime for a bit. You're gonna kick ass tomorrow” He gave a shining smile.

“You too” You matched his smile and took a breath. “I’ll try to get back to catch some of the game.”

“Don’t stress yourself out about it,” He tried.

“I wanna see you play, so I’ll try, but if not, I can just ask you a million questions when you get home.”

“Deal. I love you, sweet girl” Nates' smile was sad this time.

Just as you imagined, it was clean, like his place back home. You hid your bags in his bedroom and took a deep breath. As you paced the kitchen, your phone went off.

“Hi squish, headed home now. Let me know when you can facetime.”

“Baby?” he asked, his bag dropping near his feet.

“Hi, Nate”

“You…” he trailed off, taking a few stumbling steps toward you.

He eventually set you down, his face coming into view as his warm hands cupped your cheeks.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, leaning in, pressing his lips down on yours. “I can’t-can't believe you’re here” he smiled, kissing you again in a series of pecks.

You smiled as Nate thumbed a few tears away, kissing you deeply.

“Hi baby,” you finally got out, smiling at him.

“How long are you here?” he asked, finally stepping away.

“You have me for two weeks.”

“Well goddamn, we’ve gotta make it count don't we.”

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moonice20408 · 2 years

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Thirty-Six Months

Prompt: “Thirty-six months, just the two of us, only one mistake to mess it up.” —Strangers, FLETCHER, written for @mercy-burning 1 year writing challenge.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x FemReader

Category: Fluff to Angst

Summary: You and Spencer click right away when you join the BAU and a relationship soon follows. But nothing lasts forever…

Content Warning: Emotional cheating, basic episode stuff, unhappy ending.

Word Count: 5991

A/N: I just used the episode air dates for this, so if something doesn’t make sense timeline wise, that’s why. Probably typos, its late and I wanted to post!

Part Two

36 months ago, was your first day at the BAU.

For years, you had put all your effort into making this happen. Now you were actually here.

Hotch, as he insisted you call him, had you sign the last of the transfer papers, before offering to set you up at your desk. But when you left his office, it wasn’t hard to find. Hotch had given you a slightly apologetic look, before gaining the rest of the teams attention. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way several highly trained FBI agents jumped.

A colourful lady quickly ran to join you at the bottom of the steps to the bullpen. “Hi! I’m Penelope!” She held out her hand to you. “We’re all very excited to meet you.” She beamed.

You shook her hand, and smiled back.

“I don’t think anyone’s as excited as Garcia, but we are glad to have you.” The man you recognised as David Rossi walked up to you next. You would be working with the David Rossi. You played it cool though.

“I’m glad to be here too.” You told them genuinely.

“Let me show you to your desk!” Penelope exclaimed, and reached out for your hand again, tugging you across the room.

Your desk had a small banner with “WELCOME!!!” written in multiple colours across the width of it.

“This here is the tantalisingly delicious Derek Morgan.” She told you, reaching out to stroke the man’s bicep.

From the way he chucked and the way the others rolled their eye, you assumed this interaction was normal.

“I’d shake your hand, but,” He tilted the container in his hands, which was filled with cupcakes, decorated to say “WELCOME AGENT.”

“I’m Jennifer. But everyone called me JJ.” JJ reached her hand out, smiling.

“Emily.” The woman behind her reached over too.

Your eyes found the final team member, stood off to the side a little, awkwardly holding a small bunch of balloons. You got the feeling he didn’t really want to be there.

So you spoke first. “And by process of elimination, you must be Doctor Reid.” You smiled. To be honest, you already knew who they all were. The team clearly didn’t realise how famous they were amongst their fellow FBI agents.

Giving you an awkward smile, he nodded. “Um, yes, and these are yours.” He handed over the balloons, which you gladly took. “And Spencer’s fine.” He shifted a little, quickly glancing around the rest of the group, clearly not wanting the attention.

You diverted it for him. “So do we get to eat the cakes now, or…?”

The rest of the morning went really well. Emily, Derek and Spencer were all in the bullpen with you, the others had their own offices, but Penelope and JJ made frequent visits. Spencer had stayed pretty quiet though, except the occasional impressive fact, and you hoped he was just a quiet guy, and you hadn’t already upset him somehow.

When lunch rolled around, Penelope had walked in, saying she was going out for food and asked if anyone wanted to join her. You agreed, telling her she could tell you all the best places nearby. In which she scrapped her question, and demanded everyone join her in taking the new girl out for lunch on her first day. Emily and Derek needed no convincing, and she got Spencer to agree too.

“I’ll go grab JJ.” Emily said, and Penelope followed her out the door.

You turned and grabbed your coat, as Spencer was wrapping a scarf around his neck.

Smiling, you let out a little gasp of excitement. “You like Doctor Who?” You gestured to the famous Tom Baker scarf.

His eyes snapped up to yours, and he paused for a second, as if he was checking it was actually you who asked.

But then he smiled and nodded. “Yeah, yeah. You too?” His voice more confident than you’d heard all morning.

“Yes!” You nodded enthusiastically. “I had a roommate years back who introduced me.”

And that was it, it was like talking to a completely different person. He started giving all sorts of facts about the actors, and filming and pointing out a few inconsistencies in the show. The rest of the team, except Penelope who was also a fan, rolled their eyes and groaned at him, but you kept him going.

By the end of the day, yourself, Spencer and Penelope had agreed to have a Doctor Who marathon sometime soon.

35 months ago, Spencer brought you coffee for the first time.

It had been a cold and drizzly morning, and you woke up late. You made yourself presentable enough to suggest you hadn’t just woken up, brushed your teeth, and rushed to work. Thankfully, you made it in time and no one said anything. But Spencer asked if you were okay when you rushed in. You had laughed it off, and told him you didn’t even have time to stop at the café like normal.

You’d just finished sorting out everything you’d need to start work, when a mug was placed in front of you.

“It’s probably not as good as your normal order, but…” Spencer trailed off, looking a little sheepish.

“You made me coffee?”

He fidgeted a little. “Well I, umm…”

“Thank you, Spencer.” You told him sincerely, and you took a sip. “It’s good.” You smiled at the way he stood a little straighter.

He nodded and returned to his own desk.

30 months ago, you had a weekend off.

Garcia planned a girls night at her place. Everyone was instructed to wear something comfortable, and bring a bottle of wine. She enveloped you into a hug once you arrived, and lead you to the living room where JJ and Emily already were. Penelope made sure everyone had a full glass, and began a speech about the importance of friendship.

“How many has she already had?” You whispered, leaning over to JJ.

She just laughed and shrugged.

Penelope ended her small speech, requesting you all to raise your glass. The four of you clicked your glasses together, and took a big swig each.

You talked and gossiped for hours, bringing yourself to tears laughing. Inevitably, the topic of dating came up, Emily groaning when the questions focused on her.

“Just saying Em.” JJ told her, shrugging her shoulder jokingly.

“No. Don’t care. I’m telling you, you found the one guy okay with our schedule.” She took a big gulp of wine.

“I dunno,” Garcia said with a suspicious tone to her voice. “If he perhaps shared the schedule, I think it could work out.” She said looking directly at you with a smug on her face.

Emily and JJ turned to look at you too, but you kept your gaze on Penelope. “What?”

“Don’t what me, you know who I’m talking about.”

“I really don’t.”

“Oh please,” She turned to face the other two, who were sat looking confused. “You know how sometimes we get Spencer over here to watch Doctor Who?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Spencer!?” JJ and Emily yelled, sitting up straighter with amused smiles.

Your stomach flipped. Okay, so in the past few months, you had found yourself increasingly comfortable around the man. And maybe you had found yourself wondering what it would be like to run your fingers through his hair. Or wishing the jet ride home was a little longer so you could stay wrapped up in the blanket he let you borrow…

“Nothing’s happening with me and Spencer!” You defended yourself.

Penelope crossed her arms leaning forward on the table. “You should see them all cuddled up on the couch!” Your cheeks started to heat up. “I am honestly starting to feel like a third wheel. In my own home!”

Emily chuckled. “Aw, could totally see it.”

“Not helping Emily!”

JJ giggled, her eyes narrowing teasingly at you. “You know he told me the other day you agreed to go see that Korean movie with him.”

“He’s my friend!”

“Do you even speak any Korean?” They all laughed

“Can we go back to Emily’s love life please!?”

27 months ago, JJ left.

Garcia met you all at the elevator, but there was no warm welcome. She just let Hotch know that Strauss had left him some documents on his desk. He nodded and walked away. JJ followed behind him, and occupying herself in the briefing room. No one knew what to do or say, but there was a silent agreement that you were all going to hang around until you found out for sure what was happening. Hotch wasn’t in his office for very long, and headed towards JJ with a few sheets of paper in his hands.

“We did good today.” Rossi interrupted the quiet. “Let’s acknowledge that.”

You knew he was just trying to distract everyone from their current thoughts, but you welcomed it, and huffed a small laugh.

“How often can we solve a case in 12 hours, and find our missing person alive after three days?” You said, looking to the man with a slight smile.

The others grinned back at you, and nodded. You managed to make a somewhat happier conversation for a few moments, before Hotch walked back to his office, and you looked back just as JJ sat down. And with that, silence fell over the group again. Spencer’s leg started to bounce involuntarily, and he couldn’t seem to keep his hands still. You reached out, and carefully placed a hand on the back of his shoulder. He took a deep breath, and relaxed a little bit. When he turned and gave you a sad smile, you pulled away again.

You weren’t sure how long you all sat there, but Emily’s quiet “no” brought you back around, and you turned to see a teary-eyed JJ. Everyone said their piece, saying how it wasn’t fair, or that she was too good at her job not to be wanted by everyone else.

“They can’t just take you away.” Spencer said quietly.

JJ patted his arm, but what could she say.

You saw his lip tremble.

She moved round the group, giving everyone a hug. No one could bring themselves to say anything else. JJ sighed, and smiled as best she could, telling you she should go see Penelope before she left. Nodding you all let her go, and moved to grab your stuff. Rossi made a move for Hotch’s office, and Morgan and Emily headed back to the elevator. But Spencer remained stood by his desk, looking down. You throw a look over your shoulder to the other to who had stopped by the door, and they nodded at you before turning around.

You moved as close to him as you thought he’d be comfortable with. “Wanna ride home?”

He took a deep breath. “No.” He said quietly, not looking up. “No, it’s okay.”

You weren’t really sure what you could say, so you just stood with him for a moment in silence. Then he sniffed, and brought his hands up to cover his eyes.

“Spence, come here.” You spoke gently, opening your arms, and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You held him tight as he pressed his face into your neck. “I bet you anything Hotch and Rossi are in there trying to think of something.”

He remained quiet, and the two of you stood there for a few minutes before he pulled back.

“Let me take you home.”

“No, really it-”

“It’d make me feel better knowing you weren’t waiting outside in the cold.” You interrupted. It wasn’t too cold really, but it was starting to drop a little bit.

He looked at you for a moment, before nodding. You smiled back at him, a part of you wanting to reach out and take his hand, but you restrained yourself.

“Come on then.”

26 months ago, you decided Halloween was your favourite holiday.

Spencer was doing better since JJ had left, but you knew he was still down. So, the week before Halloween, you thought you could try cheering him up by asking him to come watch some scary movies at your place. The mere mention of the holiday seemed to perk him up, and he started telling you about the history of Halloween.

He showed up to your place bang on time, with a bag of candy in one arm and a big grin on his face. You told him to make himself at home, and let him pick out the first movie. You had grabbed some bowls for the candy, a couple of sodas, and hit the light switch. You’d gotten blankets folded over the arm of the sofa, and handed him one, and you both wrapped up.

Part way through the second film, there was a particularly gory scene, and you pulled your blanket up to cover your eyes.

“Gross.” You muttered.

Spencer just chuckled.

“What?” You questioned him, pulling the blanket away, but still blocking your view of the screen.

He raised an eyebrow. “How are you this squeamish with what we do for a job?”

“That’s different!”

The man just shook his head. You stuck your tongue out at him, and dropped the blanket completely. But, as you did, a loud scream made you jump again.

“Oh!” You turned away, covering you face with your hands, and leaned into Spencer.

He was laughing louder now.

“Why did I pick this movie?” You mumbled, face still buried.

“Here,” Spencer said, and you felt him lift your blanket up and over your head. “Now your safe.”

You pulled it down a little to reveal your face, but didn’t pull away from him. “I don’t like the sarcastic tone I’m picking up Doctor.”

He smirked at you. “Wanna turn it off?”

“No, then the movie wins.” He just scoffed at you. “I’ll just stay safe in my blanket, ready to use you as a human shield if necessary.” You wriggled in your spot, keeping grip of the blanket, with your head resting on Spencer’s arm.

Spencer didn’t reply, and the two of you managed to get through the rest of the movie. When the credits began, you shot up straight and looked at Spencer with a triumphant smile.

“You’re so brave.” He smiled back.

Your eyes narrowed. “Still not appreciating the sarcasm.” But you returned the smile.

He checked his watch, sighing a little as he did. “I, er, I should get going.”

Trying not to look too disappointed, you nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

The two of you stood, and you slowly walked to the door, holding it open for him.

“I, err…” He took a breath. “I had a nice time tonight.”

You smiled. “Yeah, me too.” You reached out for a hug.

“Text me when you’re home, okay?” His arms pulled you in.

He nodded.

As you started to pull back, his hands held on to the tops of your arms, and he looked you in the eyes. You couldn’t read his expression. But you noticed him very quickly glance down at your lips, and your breath hitched.

“I, erm… I-I mean if, erm…” He stuttered, and closed his eyes in frustration.

“Spencer.” You whispered. And when he looked back at you, you leaned forward, and pressed a small kiss at the corner of his mouth.

He looked at you, like it took him a second to realise what just happened. But then he grinned, and moved his hands to cup your face and pressed his lips to yours.

It was soft, and gentle. And you both giggled a little when you pulled back.

“So… Would you like to, umm, maybe go to dinner? With me? Tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” He blushed. “I’ll text you tomorrow?”

Biting your lip, you nodded. “Can’t wait.”

Spencer grinned back at you, and bid you a goodnight.

24 months ago, you were official.

Which brought up the question of how to tell the rest of the team. So far you’d kept it quiet, though you were sure they’d noticed the odd changes in the pair of you. But they were family, and you both wanted them to know. Despite knowing the teasing you’d get from Morgan.

So one morning, Spencer had found the documents you both needed to fill out. You completed them quickly, before Emily or Morgan had a chance to see what you were doing, and you both headed up. You smirked at Spencer when you heard Morgan asking what was going on.

“Got a second, Hotch?” You asked as you knocked on the door.

You’re sure you saw the tiniest smirk for the briefest second when he looked up and saw the two of you at the door. “Sure, come in.”

You handed the forms over. He glanced at them for a moment, before taking them and smiling up at you.

“How long?” He smiled.

“Few months.” You shrugged.

He hummed. “I think that means Garcia’s won the bet.”

Spencer frowned, but you let out a laugh. “Well then, I guess we should go let her know.”

21 months ago, Emily died.

You’d all waited at the hospital for hours in silence. Then JJ stepped into the room and told you she was gone.

The days that followed were a blur. Everyone was given time off, so you and Spencer had stayed at his place. Neither if you really said much, but you clung to each other. Made sure the other had something to eat and drink. You were still wrapped up together in bed in the late morning, when your phones buzzed at the same time. Yours was closer, and you rolled over to grab it off the nightstand, Spencer immediately pulling you back.

“It’s Hotch.” You told him. “They’ve sorted the funeral arrangements.” You read the message to him, and he just nodded at you and moved to place his forehead to yours.

“Meant to be sunny rest of the week. So that’ll be nice…” He didn’t respond.

“Spencer…” You whispered, and you pushed him back a little to look at you. “Talk to me…”

He reached his hand up to stroke your cheek. “It’s just…” His voice was hoarse. “We’re meant to keep each other safe… If we can’t then…”

You placed a hand on top of his. You understood where he was coming from. Losing Emily really opened your eyes to the reality of the job. Sure, you had always been aware of the dangers, but for as long as you’d been on the team, everyone had managed to get home in one piece… It only made you think more what would happen if Spencer got hurt.

And like he was reading your mind, Spencer whispered, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you...”

19 month ago, you moved in with Spencer.

Your own lease was coming to an end, and you spent more time at Spencer’s then you did at your own apartment anyway. So when Spencer suggested it, you were more than excited.

“Really?” Your heart fluttered. “You really want that?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You basically live here anyway.” He laughed.

You jumped to him and wrapped your arms around him. “Oh my god, this is so exciting” I love you so much!”

You froze.

Hadn’t said that before…

You slowly moved you’re eyes to look at Spencer.

“You…Y-” He stuttered.

Your stomach was doing somersaults. “I just, umm-”

“I love you too.”

He pulled you close to him and you could feel him smiling as he kissed you.

“This mean you’re gonna come help me pack?”

He just chuckled and kissed you again.

15 months ago, Emily Prentiss walked through the door.

But the disbelief and gratitude she was back, was quickly replaced with an anger towards Hotch and JJ. And you didn’t even have chance to process that, because you had to get right back to work if you were going to find Declan. Then when that was over, you got back to the office to find yourself suspended.

Once you were home, you dropped your bag in the hallway and released a tension you didn’t realise you were holding. Spencer shut the door and walked up behind you, turned you around and pulled you in. Letting out a long sigh, you rested your head on his shoulder and returned the hug.

“You okay?” He muttered.

“Are you?” It came off a bit snappier than you intended. You sighed again and pulled back. “Sorry.”

He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. “S’okay. I get it.”

You covered his hand to hold them where they were. “I just want today to be over...”

“Let go to bed then.”

And so you did.

The days that followed, JJ left several messages and voicemails, mostly to Spencer. He ignored them all. Which you understood. You were angry too. Though you were directing it more to Hotch then JJ, but it seemed hypocritical to try and convince him to talk to her. He avoided her at the hearing as much as he possibly could. You thought maybe it’d get better once you returned to work, be he just continued to avoid her, brushing her off when she tried to talk to him. You knew you had to talk to him when you noticed that he wouldn’t even look at her when she made a point during the case briefing.

And you wished you’d done it before you got on the jet.

Rossi had told you about how they were talking to each other when the three of them returned from the crime scene. But just as you went to get him, Hotch called everyone over to give the profile. And he walked off as soon as it was delivered. You’d turned to follow him, but JJ had grabbed you.

“Give me a sec?” She pleaded.

You nodded.

Spencer’s posture was immediately defensive, and they were quickly arguing. You gave JJ an apologetic look as he stormed out, and followed behind him.

“Hey, hold up.”

He stopped, sighed and turned around. “What?”

“Let’s go get some air.” You took his hand and took him through the door, and sat down on a bench outside of the station.

“I’m not apologising to her.” He told you after a moment of quiet, not meeting your eyes.

“I’m not asking you to.” He didn’t say anything. “I understand why you’re angry, we all do. I don’t think they should have done what they did, I can think of a number of better ways to go about it all. But… it’s done.” He looked up to you. “They were doing what they thought was best for Emily, even if it was a stupid thing.” You nudged him gently and managed to get a tiny smile. “And she was under orders…”

He sighed. “I just… I trusted her.”

You nodded, and squeezed his hand a little tighter. “I know, baby. But we’ve still got to have a good working relationship at the very least. Rossi told me how you both were earlier.”

He looked down again.

You both sat for a little longer, before he sighed and stood up, giving you a gentle tug as he did.

“I, erm, I’m gonna go over the profile again.”

You nodded. “Want some help?” The two of you making your way back inside.

He shook his head. “I think I should take a look alone.”

You smiled at him. Processing what he was feeling wasn’t easy for Spencer, and you never wanted him to feel crowded or rushed when he needed space to do so. “Okay, you know where I’ll be.”

He nodded, and gave you a quick kiss as you went to join the rest of the team.

10 months ago, Spencer started getting headaches.

You always did your best to help him when he got them. He would get more and more anxious the longer they lasted. Mainly cause he’d put off going to a doctor, and sit in his own head about what the diagnosis would be. It was the same conversation you had every time the headaches lasted more than a few days.

“It’d give you some peace of mind, at the very least.” You told him.

He fidgeted. “Last time they didn’t even find anything physically wrong…”

You took his face in your hands. “I understand why you get stressed out about it. But stress also causes headaches.” You told him pointedly.

He pouted a little bit.

“Not to mention all the coffee you drink, and I know for a fact you don’t finish your meals if there’s work to do and I’m not there to nag you to eat your vegetables.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

There was a flash of a smile, before doubt took over again. “But what if it is…” He trailed off, not even wanting to say the word.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled his lips you yours. “Then we will deal with it, cause I love you no matter what.”

9 months ago, a letter got mixed up in your post.

You’d ran down in the morning to pick up your mail, and were flicking through envelopes, when you noticed one with someone else’s name on.

“Hey Spence?” You called when you walked through the door. “You know a Joseph Bell?”

He didn’t answer right away, and poked his head through the kitchen door after a moment. “W-what are you talking about?”

You held it up. “Someone must have got the apartment number wrong.” You shrugged.

“Yeah, maybe.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll leave it at the desk later.”

“Okay.” You chucked it onto the table by the door, and thought nothing more about it.

4 months ago, something started to feel off.

Just little things.

Spencer had always made coffee for the two of you, first thing in the morning, he’d head straight to the kitchen and put the pot on. Now he always seemed to run downstairs, saying he was checking the mail. Even if neither of you were expecting anything.

He’d be fidgety at times, more so then when you first got together. And he’d brush it off as nothing when you asked what was wrong.

When he told you a fact about something, his tone didn’t have the same level of excitement as it once did. He used to love telling you things, because you would show genuine interest in what he was saying. It sounded like it would be something pertaining to a case now.

He didn’t seem to hold you as tightly anymore.

There was a pit in the bottom of your stomach.

2 months ago, Spencer left a crime scene.

The both of you, with Blake and Morgan were at the latest crime scene. A woman this time, and so far all the victims had been men. Blake was on the phone to Hotch, while the rest of you threw some more theories around.

Then Spencer just walked away and took his phone out.

“Reid.” Morgan called after him, but he didn’t answer.

You didn’t bother. This was the third time now in the past few months he’d rushed off to make a call. Giving no explanation to who it was, or what it was about. When he hung up, he ran over to Blake and got in the car with her, without even looking back at you.

“You know what that’s about?” Morgan asked you.

You watched the car go, and pretended you didn’t hear him. “They could be victims of opportunity. They just happened to all be male up till now.” You didn’t really think that was true. But you didn’t want to talk about your what could be going on with Spencer right now.

Morgan sighed, but he didn’t push it.

Spencer hadn’t returned when you got back to the station. And he didn’t explain his absence even when he did get back.

Still, you solved the case soon after. Another bad guy behind bars.

“Got everything?” Spencer asked you were getting on to the jet.

“Yup.”

“Want to read something?”

“I’m just gonna go to sleep.”

With that you walked ahead of him, and took a single seat opposite JJ, where she was wrapping a blanket around herself.

You’d text Penelope as you were getting ready to land, asking her if she was still at the office. She said yes, and asked if you were okay. You didn’t respond.

When the rest of the team headed to their desks, you beelined for Penelope’s office, and shut the door behind you. She was immediately all over you.

“What’s going on?” She dragged you over to sit you down. “You didn’t answer me, you always answer me. So I did the next best thing, and asked my beloved Derek Morgan and he said he thinks you and Spencer are fighting? Are you fighting?”

You stared at her a second more, making sure she was done. “We’re not fighting.”

She took her own seat, and looked at you with big eyes.

“We’re not… I dunno!” You threw your arms up. “We’re not anything...”

“What do you mean?” She scooted closer to you.

You sighed. “I love him Pen, so much, but… I don’t think… I’m not sure he does anymore.” You felt the tears well up.

“Whoa, hey now.” Her arms were around you quickly. “That’s not true. He was into you from day one, and he used to blush like crazy when we teased him about it. There’s no way all that’s just gone.”

“I don’t know.” You blinked back the tears, knowing you’d have to face Spencer and the rest of the team in a moment. “The past few months…” You shrugged. “Somethings been different.”

You told her all the things that seemed to have changed recently. And how he dodged the questions, and came up with excuses for darting away unexpectedly.

She took a deep breath, and squeezed your hand. “You just need to talk to him. Properly. Don’t let him brush it off. Plus, it Spencer. There’s no way its anything bad, I can tell what you’re thinking. And you know how he can get. He get so focused on one thing, that everything else becomes background noise. If you tell him how you’re feeling, he’ll snap right out of it.” She shoved your arm softly. “He’d never want to hurt you.”

You bit your lip, giving her small nod. Penelope reached over for another hug, and you bid her a goodnight, thanking her for the chat. Spencer and Morgan were stood talking by the elevator. Morgan stopped whatever he was saying when he saw you, patted Spencer on the shoulder and moved passed you to see Garcia.

Spencer shuffled a little.

“Ready to go home?” You asked him.

1 month ago, it wasn’t better. But it wasn’t worse.

You never really did have that talk with Spencer. You were too scared. But you had assumed that Morgan or Penelope must have said something to him. He changed again. Not back to normal, but to… better. He made a point of bringing you coffee all the time, standing close to you and holding your hand everywhere.

But that’s sort of why it was worse. He was aware, that you were aware something was going on. And so he was over compensating in a way. He still rushed down to get the mail, and would disappear with his phone. It was always Sundays you realised recently.

Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to question him. Too scared at what you might find.

Because then you’d lose him forever.

And you weren’t sure how to deal with that.

1 week ago, you stayed back late.

You were getting behind on paperwork, and Hotch would be on your case about it of you didn’t hand it in soon. Spencer had stayed with you a while, but he was all caught up, so was just sat there really. So you told him he could go. He’d kissed your cheek, and told you he’d order something in for dinner. After a number of hours, your eyes were starting to strain, and you were starting to cramp up in the desk chair. Rubbing your face, you shut the computer down and headed home.

Entering quietly, just in case Spencer had already gone to bed, you dropped your bag by the door. He wasn’t in the living room, and the food he said he’d order was in a bag next to the microwave for you. You slowly peered into the bedroom, and could hear the shower going. You were just about to call to him, then a letter on the end of the bed caught your eye.

Frowning, you picked it up to move it, but the name it was addressed to stopped you.

‘Dear Dr. Joseph Bell,’

You remember a letter being mixed in with your post months ago, addressed to the same name, and Spencer told you he didn’t know who it was.

You couldn’t stop yourself from reading the rest.

And the world stopped.

The intimate words written in delicate handwriting confirming the very thing you’d been denying for months.

You’re not sure how long you stood there staring at the sheet of paper, but you span at the sound of the bathroom door opening.

Spencer stepped out, in a t-shirt and sweats, rubbing his hair with a towel.

Then he froze too.

“What is this?” Tears spilling from your eyes.

“It’s… I…” He took a step forward. “Please, it’s not what you think.”

Something inside you snapped. “Not what I think?” You shoved the letter to his chest. “It’s exactly what I’ve been thinking for months!”

He stumbled back a little, letting the letter fall, and trying to grab your hands. “Please, let me just explain.”

“Don’t touch me!” You pulled your hands away from him.

“I’m sorry, please, I just…” He stepped back again, trying to calm his tone. “I never meant for it to get the far. It just, it just happened. And I tried to stop it-”

You scoffed. “You know, I tried, so hard to convince myself this wasn’t happening.” The anger fizzled, and your chest started to feel more and more hollow. “I let everyone else convince me this wasn’t happening.”

The two of you just stared at each other.

“Who even is she?” You asked after a beat.

“I, err… I don’t really know.” He told you quietly.

The anger was raising again. “You… you don’t know? What does that even mean Spencer?”

He took a breath. “She’s a geneticist, she looked at some scans when I was having headaches. But… It’s complicated. She can’t meet in person, and she insisted on using pseudonyms to-”

“Oh god.” You groaned, bring your hands up to cover you face. “You don’t even know her name, do you?”

He didn’t respond.

You left the room.

You grabbed your bag from where you dropped it and opened the door.

“Don’t.” Spencer pleaded, tears down his cheeks. “Don’t do this, please.”

“You did this Spencer. Not me, you!”

“Will you at least tell me where you’re going.”

“No.”

Then, in a smaller voice. “Are you coming back?”

You stared at him for a second, and slammed the door behind you.

Today, you transferred.

You stayed with Penelope for the week, having collected your things when Spencer was at work. You’d called Hotch the following morning, requesting some personal time. He didn’t question it, so you assumed everyone knew already.

Yesterday you found a position in the New York sex crimes unit that needed an immediate transfer. You went to Hotch this morning with the paperwork. He was upset, but understood you wanting to leave. And you left the office without a glance to the bullpen. You’d be there by next week.

1 month later, you get a call from Penelope.

Maeve Donovan was dead.

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