#said i would come back to this episode to gif her and i'm a woman of my word

[bisexualfbiagents]

THE X FILES | DANA SCULLY in Unruhe (4.04)

[creedslove]

LONGING ✨

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: His longing for you is going to be the death of him, especially if he thinks he isn't good enough

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of paid sex

A/N: it's been a long time since I managed to write something more than a headcanon, but you know, it feels I'm back, modestly and Pedro Pascal and his smooth clean shaven plus mustache face is to blame for my return, it has awakened something in me

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Javier was embarrassed, ashamed and mortified. He didn't want to do that, to ask you that, but at the same time he really did. More than that, he was desperate, he needed to ask and to know your answer. When he stepped inside your apartment earlier, all he could think of was standing by your side and taking care of you, while you went through another one of your dreadful migraine episodes. At first he was really torn between showing up or not, worried that would make him look like a sick lovey puppy, but at the same time, it was exactly what he was and even if he couldn't be with you in that way, he still wanted to be a part of it and enjoy some time with you, allowing himself to pretend there was something more than just the bond you two shared over a total unexpected friendship that grew between you both. He liked spending time with you overall, more so when you were alright, excited and willing to have a drink, go out, dance or just act as the only ray of sunshine that truly mattered in his life; but there was something about just standing silently next to you, making you a cup of tea and playing with your strands of hair very gently it made him come running to you every single time he sensed you weren't doing that well.

No matter if the lights were dimmed, if the TV was low and you were lying on the couch, your head on his lap as his fingers ran through your hair and he could just enjoy how cozy everything around him was. He still had a question, a doubt hammering his chest and it made him uneasy, needing to let it go and just get to the bottom of it as soon as possible.

“Cariño…” Javi's voice was soft as you opened your eyes at his calling, it always made you flutter to be addressed like that by him “...can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, Javi…”

“I-I like this woman… I don't know how to approach her, and what should I do?”

There he said it. It was out in the open, his pathetic question aimed at you with a slightly shaken voice, he felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he felt himself back in the seventh grade. He needed to know, he needed to open up and tell you you were that woman, he needed to see if he had any chance with you, but then, he couldn't bring himself into doing it, it was paralyzing, because it wasn't just lust, or a silly crush, it was more than that, it was craving, passion, love.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh softly, not sure where that joke was coming from. Why was Javier talking like an inexperienced schoolboy was a mystery to you, so raising your head from his lap and sitting straight up on the couch, staring at him with a confused frown, you could see there was no laughter, not even a smirk, he was completely serious about his question and you felt unsure what to say.

“Oh.. you mean that?! I'm sorry..” you chuckled a little embarrassed and licked your lips thinking of what to say next, being honest was always the best and the go to option between the two of you “well, Javi that's surprising, I mean, you are Javier Peña, women like you, not the other way around you know what I mean? You can get any girl you want, so this one just made you lost?”

Javi took a deep breath and ran his hand through his jaw, looking at you and nodding, making it so obvious his discomfort.

“Yeah…” his hand traveled through his hair still shyly “I just like her, for real… thought it wouldn't happen to me, the idea of, you know, being in love seemed so distant. I don't know what to do”

“Is this like Lorraine?”

Javi chuckled at that; the only love reference you ever got from him was a woman he left at the altar when he wasn't much more than a teenager. He was a mess, not being able to develop a single meaningful relationship in his life and suddenly aiming for it with you, while you weren't even aware of that. Shaking his head, he looked into your eyes

“No, Lorraine was different… I liked her, but I didn't love her. I was also younger, immature and a real dick, but that was long ago and she forgave me and found a decent man to build a family with. This is different now, I don't know what to do, what to say, I feel I'm not enough…”

“Well Javi…”

“All I'm saying is that I feel I'm not worthy, you know? What could I do so she would see I'm real..”

“You can always stop the whoring, Javi”

You shrugged and smiled, sort of joking at the same time he tilted his head and watched you attentively, he wasn't expecting that answer but now he got it, he was intrigued.

“What I mean is that if you want to show this girl you like her, you gotta stop going after any women, no prostitutes, that kind of stuff. You see, if it were me for example, it would be a deal breaker, I wouldn't want to be with a man who does that. No offense Javi, you are a great guy, but in a romantic sense I guess no woman would be okay with knowing their boyfriend is well-known all over the whorehouses in Bogota… it would be embarrassing, humiliating even, to know whenever you get into a place with your boyfriend everyone knows he's been sleeping around”

Javier went silent. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as he stared into your eyes. That's what you thought of him; he knew you didn't mean to offend him, you knew you didn't judge him for his ways of life, as long as you remained in the friendship area. It was as clear as the sky you would never be involved with him. He couldn't even blame you for it, only himself for ever thinking he could have a shot with you. He didn't know what to say, he wasn't necessarily offended, he was simply disappointed in himself and his unrealistic expectations, he was heartbroken because he had ruined everything before he could even start it.

“Y-you think she wouldn't be with me because of that?”

You noticed how upset Javi seemed and you immediately regretted the words you'd said. You were so used to being honest and straightforward towards him, it didn't even occur to you your words could hurt him. Words never seemed to hurt Javier Peña in the first place, so why was that so different? It didn't make any sense to you, sighing you looked into his beautiful sad eyes once more.

“I don't know her, Javi… maybe this isn't a big deal for her, all I'm saying is that if it were me, I wouldn't be okay with it, I guess, but you're a wonderful man, no matter what and if she's worthy of you, she'll love and accept you no matter what”

“You think I'm disgusting?”

His words broke your heart, you could never think that of him, he was your Javi, and even if you didn't agree with his way of living, you cared about him. Placing your hands on his cheek and caressing them gently.

“Of course not, Javi… I am just jealous I guess, I wouldn't want that many women around my man, and I think you deserve so much better than that. You are handsome, sweet, intelligent, you shouldn't have to pay for that, you should be able to have a family…”

You said sweetly and Javi gave you a sweet, sad smile, you didn't know if he agreed or not, but he held your hand in his and stroked it with his thumb. He'd always been so gentle with you, he was often much better than you deserved it. Whoever that girl was, she was damn lucky.

“Do you mean that, cariño?”

“Yes, amor…”

Javi's heart raced as you called him that. Amor. Love. Could it possibly be it? Perhaps he did have a chance?

“You know Javi, the embassy ball is coming, maybe you should invite your girl to come with you” you suggested and he chuckled, it was his turn to place his hands on your cheeks, always dwarfing them with how big he was compared to you. Javi still wondered if you were playing hard to get or if you really hadn't realized you were his girl.

“You're right cariño, but I could invite anyone in the world, and none of them would be as beautiful as you are”

He loved you, his heart ached from the longing he felt, he didn't know if he had a chance with you, sometimes he thought so, and sometimes he was sure you were way out of his league, but one thing he knew for sure: he'd love you for the rest of his life no matter what.

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[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

Wrong Tardis (Ninth Doctor x M!Reader/ Tenth Doctor x M!Reader)

I'm not a huge fan of Nine but I'm slowly going back and watching his episodes and he's kinda growing on me.

Not sure if he's ooc here (though I'm like 90% sure Rose is) but whatever. I'm super excited for tomorrow's special and really wanted to write more for this series.

If you have any requests for this series send me an ask! (just keep in mind I have my own plans for big episodes like Silence in the Library or End Of Time.

Wordcount: Just over 1k

Series masterpost

The Tardis was old, like really old, like when the Doctor stole it it was already in a museum old. So occasionally it glitched, nothing too big. That is until it glitched and teleported you you to Cardiff 2005.

That was a whole earth year before you even met the Doctor. On the plus side the glimpse of his face you saw before you were teleported told you he would find you and come to pick you up, it was only a matter of time so you walked around.

You had yet to be in Cardiff in 2005, you'd been in to Cardiff circa 1910 but not 2005 so you look around, you saw the sights, you people watched for a bit and then you saw a familiar blue box.

"About time" You told yourself as you walked in.

"Did you fix the timezone processor?" You asked, happy to be back. By your calculation is had been about 3 hours.

"Who're you?" Asked a blonde woman who'd put herself between you and the Tardis console. You blinked.

You may have jumped to conclusions.

Looking around the inhabitants of this Tardis were very much not the inhabitants of yours. You only recognized one face. Captain Jack Harkness (Though he wasn't traveling with you when you'd been teleported away).

"You're Rose Tyler" You said to the woman who stood in front of you and she nodded.

"Yeah, and who are you?" She asked again. By now Jack and the Doctor, or the man you assumed was the Doctor were looking at you wearily.

You looked to the Doctor, his hair was darker and buzzed close to his head, his forehead creased in ways your Doctor's didn't and his ears were definitely larger than you remembered them being. Looking into his eyes calmed you though, because those were definitely the eyes of the man you loved. Though perhaps a few years younger.

This was the Doctor before you'd met him. before he knew you existed, maybe even before he destroyed Gallifrey.

"Well? Aren't you gonna answer her?" Asked Jack all three were looking at you expectantly.

"I'm an anthropologist" You finally said.

"An anthropologist?" Rose asked and you nodded.

Both Jack and Rose looked at you intently, not really buying it.

"Is that your name?" Rose asked wearily.

"No" You answered honestly, "But I can't tell you my name. I'm sorry." You told her and once again looked at the Doctor. He hadn't said anything yet.

"What do you mean you can't tell us your name? Why?" Rose asked.

"Because he's from the future Rose" The Doctor finally said, climbing down from the ladder he was perched on when you burst in.

"Aren't you?" He asked and you nodded.

"You're from my future" He said and you smiled almost sadly.

"Inquisitive as ever Doctor" You told him.

"I should go" You said, slowly turning around.

"Wait, if you're really from the future how come you were so shocked to see us? Don't you know us? Like, the future us?" Rose asked.

"He can't tell you anything Rose, it could put the whole timeline at risk" The Doctor said.

"He's right, I really shouldn't even be here. I thought this was my Doctor's Tardis coming to finally pick me up."

"Finally? How long have you been here?" Jack asked.

"About three hours" You told him.

"Does that mean there's another version of the Doctor wanderin' around Cardiff right now?" Rose asked and you chuckled a bit.

"No, we had a bit of glitch—" "With the timezone processor?" The Doctor asked.

"I can't tell you that" You said but he smiled at you with the cheeky little smile that only this face must have because you'd never seen it before and you sighed, "Yes with the timezone processor".

"What's a timezone processor?" Rose asked.

"It's what keeps all occupants of the Tardis in the same time bubble in flight" Both you and the Doctor said together, the two of you looked at each other.

"It's going to be your fault you know. You don't check the timezone processor enough and at some point it's going to act up. I want you to remember me saying this when I see you again. It's your fault" You told him but your voice held no malice, quite the opposite, it was loving teasing and both Rose and Jack could tell.

"I'm gonna go meet Mickey at the train station" Rose said and she grabbed Jack with her as she left. Leaving you and the Doctor alone but not before looking at the Doctor one last time, smiling and giving him a big old wink.

With just the two of you left the Tardis was quiet except for the soft whirring of the engine as it fueled up.

"How do you know what a timezone processor is?" The Doctor asked.

"I can't tell you" You said.

"When are you from?" He asks.

"I can't tell you that either" You repeat.

"Then can you tell me why you're looking at me like that?" He asks.

You step closer to him and gently cradle his face in your hands.

"I've never this face before" You simply say.

"What are you to me?" He asks.

"One day you'll find out. One day you're going to look at this face and smile and you're going to call me brilliant and when you do you're going to remember this and who knows, maybe I'll see this face again" You told him and kissed his cheek.

The wheezing sound of the Tardis landing could be heard faintly from beyond the wooden doors and you smiled widely.

"See you soon" You said and turned around, walking out to hopefully find your Doctor waiting for you.

Outside the Tardis stood another blue police box with the door open and the Doctor stood outside.

"There you are! We've been looking all over for you!" He said. His face was covered in oil and grease.

"Did you fix the timezone processor?" you asked.

"Eh, eventually" The Doctor said.

"And was it sparking because of a loose wire from when we crashed on Auros?" You asked, admittedly somewhat condescendingly.

"Yes" The Doctor mumbled and you rolled your eyes.

"I told you to check it" You said as you walked inside. The Doctor closed the door behind you.

"Y/N" He said, calling your name and you turned your attention from the Tardis console to him.

"Yes love?" You asked.

"Have I told you that you're brilliant?" He asked and you smiled.

"Not recently, no" You said.

[ktempestbradford]

A Story for Star Trek Day

I've told this story on Twitter before. I tell it every Star Trek Day and whenever a Deep Space 9 anniversary rolls around. It's about me and Avery Brooks (aka Best ST Captain Benjamin Sisko).

The college my mother went to specifically started recruiting top Black students in the 60s. Due to this, the Black kids all mostly knew each other as they were in that same program. Avery Brooks went to the same college and they were good friends.

(She once told me he had a huge crush on her and I was like MOM. MOTHER. WHAT. HOW COULD YOU HE COULD HAVE BEEN MY DAD.)

Anyway, many of the students in this program remained friends long after college. So over the years as Avery was getting TV gigs & such we would all watch cuz he was my mom's friend & I thought that was the coolest. There was one particularly fun night when my best friend's uncle, Frankie Faison, guest starred on A Man Called Hawk. TWO people we know on TV!

When I was in middle school Avery was touring his production of "Paul Robeson" and it came through our town, so I got to see him perform in person (awesooooome) and meet him for the first time since I was a baby (which I did not remember, of course).

Now, backing up a little bit: I am a Star Trek fan because of my mom. She loved the original series and I remember being a wee Tempest in front of the TV watching The Wrath of Khan and us excitedly going to see Star Trek IV together.

I watched TNG from the instant it appeared on TV because of her. I watched all of The Animated Series even though everyone looked "wrong". (Man... it took me 4 months to realize that dude in the red shirt was Scotty cuz I'd only ever seen movie Scotty.)

Then... they announced Deep Space 9.

We heard Avery Brooks would be the commander and there was MUCH rejoicing around our house. DS9 turned out to be the best Trek ever and, of course, Avery was awesome. This was around the time my mom dropped that "he had a crush on me but I wasn't interested" bombshell.

I'm still bitter.

I mean, I love my dad he's great. But SISKO COULD HAVE BEEN MY DAD.

I lost my mom in 1999. She was--and I'm not exaggerating--an extraordinary woman and beloved by many. I received so many beautiful messages of condolence from her friends all the way back to those college years, including Avery. So many people remembered her fondly. <3

I kept watching Star Trek and often talked to her as if she was there during episodes. She would have LOVED Discovery. Especially since she took me to RENT the year I started college. I'm sure she would have shared my opinion of Enterprise as well. But she loved her some Scott Bakula, so she would have watched, anyway.

I got the chance to interview Avery Brooks at DragonCon back in 2013 (jeez, it's been almost 10 years omg). Before the interview, I went up to him on the Walk of Fame and I said:

Hi, I'm (name K stands for) Bradford, I don't know if you remember me...

And he looked up and said: Of course I remember you.

We talked for a bit and I asked if I could come back and interview him later and he said yes (he wasn't supposed to; his handler had A LOOK). I didn't want to hold up his line, so I said I'd see him later.

Before I could go, he reached out for my hand and squeezed it before saying: I loved your mama, you know.

And we just stayed like that for a few seconds, missing her together.

...I might have been trying very hard not to burst into tears.

That DragonCon was the last time I saw Avery. Barring an extraordinary circumstance, that's probably the last time I'll see him in person. I'm glad we got to have that moment together. And we had a great conversation!

His contribution to Trek has meant so much to me. SISKO4EVA

And I'm glad that it's another tie between me, my mom, and Trek. I can't watch DS9 without hearing her voice giving color commentary. Even the episodes she didn't live to see.

I think Star Trek is part of what gave her hope for the future. She passed that on to me. ❤️🖖🏾❤️

Happy Star Trek Day to all who celebrate.

[inlovewithgreta]

stephanie beatriz or rosa diaz with 20-something year old new coworker? all the other details are up in the air :)

Thank you anon for requesting this! Apologies for the long wait!! It was honestly super fun getting to know a new character, and I thank you for introducing me to her. Of course I instantly fell in love with her in the first episode.. Enjoy!! xoxo

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The Name Game — Rosa Diaz x Fem!Reader

Summary: Rosa finally reveals why she has treated you the way she has in an intimate moment you never saw coming.

Warnings: praise, very slight degradation (you blink and you'll miss it), jealousy, semi-public sex, cute pet names

Word Count: 2k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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"Who the hell is this?" 

Those were the first words you heard as the Captain introduced you to your new coworkers, who all looked at you with smiling faces. Well, except for the woman who just asked who the hell you were.

"This is Detective Y/n. New member of our team," Your boss stated, looking over at the same dark-haired woman from before who had her arms crossed over her chest. "Y/n here will be taking over the empty desk next to yours, Diaz. Be nice."

"I'm always nice," she commented with a straight face.

The Captain sighed before turning his focus back to you. "Make yourself comfortable. Ask Rosa here if you have any questions." You nodded in response as the older man walked away, leaving you alone with the woman.

"Nice to meet you!" You smiled, with a hand held out for the woman to shake, but to your dismay, she ignored it and went to her desk. You followed behind her, and dropped your purse on your new desk, but as soon as you went to open your mouth again, you were cut off.

"A few ground rules," she said. "No obnoxious noises, no smelly foods—"

"Why would I even—"

"No interrupting me," she continued. "And most importantly, no shaving at your desk."

"Why would I shave—"

"Follow these rules. No if's and's, or but's."

And that's how it was with her. It took you weeks before you decided to ignore her altogether. Her sharp words always cut your heart into a million pieces.

You didn't know why she was that way around you. Sure, she was blunt with everyone else but with you it was different. Almost cruel. 

But since you grew closer to Amy, who gave you the courage to not let Rosa's words get to you, and just do what you do best. Which was your job. You only talked to Rosa if you were paired together, and 'talk' was more of an understatement. Few words were ever spoken, and the ravenette was quick to catch on to how quiet you quickly became around her.

At first, she thought nothing of it, but as time went on and your friendship with Amy blossomed, it was obvious just how outgoing you were with her and the rest of the team compared to Rosa herself.

Of course everyone else noticed the tension between you two, and for detectives, it wasn't that hard for them to figure out why. The way you would dare sneak a glance in Rosa's direction when she wasn't looking, and the way Rosa would do the exact same thing with you, except in her case, her eyes would linger.

It wasn't until the Captain had the two of you stay late one night to fill out an over abundance of paperwork, that the two of you actually spent time together, alone.

"I need your signature to wrap up this burglary file, Diaz." You say as you attempt to hand the woman your file.

"Fine," she responds before snatching the file from your grip.

You let out a small sigh as you wait, not allowing her short response to get to you. Including the fact that she didn't even look at you.

"There. Done." She slid the folder back to you before she leaned back comfortably in her chair.

"What did I ever do to you?" you ask.

That question. The one question that has played over and over again in your head since that first day you walked into the precinct and met Rosa who has not once smiled in your direction or said one nice thing to you.

"What are you talking about?" She asked back, fiddling with a pen on her desk.

"What did I ever do to you for you to hate me so much, Diaz?" you repeat yourself.

The ravenette stayed silent, only keeping her focus on the pen spinning in her hand, in which you decided to take from her and slam on her desk. Her nose flared at your action, emotions that she had been holding inside for so long were now bubbling in her chest when you positioned yourself in front of her.

You had decided to stand between her sitting figure and her desk, not realizing you had trapped yourself all because you wanted to tear her attention away from her desk to answer your question.

Rosa scoffed, before rising from her seat and towering over you. She was close. Unimaginably close. The musky scent of her perfume completely takes over your sense of smell.

"Rosa." She peered down at you.

"What?" Your eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"The name's Rosa, for one. And two..." she let out a heavy sigh. "I don't hate you." 

"Bullshit." 

Your words caught Rosa by surprise. You were usually well-mannered, and the ravenette had not once heard you swear in the time you had been there, causing her to lift a surprised brow.

She liked it. She was seeing a whole new side of you and now, she wanted to see more.

"I admire you." She finally admitted, not only to you, but to herself, before placing both hands on the desk beside you, completely trapping you, and keeping you from fleeing.

"This isn't funny, Diaz..." 

"Do I look like I'm joking?" She tilted her head, her dark eyes looking you up and down with a mysterious gleam.

"I don't know—" You went to look away, but a hand flew to your chin, forcing your gaze to fixate on her, and her only as she towered over you. 

"Well I'm not joking." She said, "I admire you. I've admired you since you cracked your first case here. It was the fastest I think I've ever seen someone finish a case." 

You could swear you saw a smile tug at the corner of her lips, but it was probably just your brain messing with you. Rosa smiling? It was unheard of around you. You had never seen her smile before. Not once. Was she... proud? There was no way.

"It was remarkable. You are remarkable... and I've been jealous. Jealous of how good you are at your job. Jealous of how quickly everyone here fell in love with you." Your lips fell open at her confession. Rosa being jealous? Of you?

Her hand slid from the wood to your hip that was leaning against the desk, to hold you still. She didn't want you fleeing, not before she got to say what she had to say to you.

"How quickly Amy fell in love with you..."

"Amy? What does Amy have to do—"

At the mention of Amy, her hand fell from your chin to your neck, that neck that fit perfectly into her hand as she gave it a gentle squeeze, forcing an audible moan to escape from you.

"She loves you, y/n. Do you love her?" Her eyes flicked from yours, to your parted lips, and back up to your eyes, as if challenging you.

"Don't tell me you're jealous." You toyed, all the pieces finally coming together.

"And if I am?" She asked, sliding her knee confidently between your legs that earned a sharp gasp from you.

"Then I say you have some serious making up to do...Rosa." 

Her name. You had finally said her name, and it fueled her. Her name sounded beautifully coming from you. "Say it again," She licked her bottom lip. 

"And if I don't?" You dared to challenge her back, to which Rosa immediately caught onto, and refused to let you dominate the situation. And she knew the perfect solution.

"Then I'll make you say it."

"How?" Your curiosity got the best of you.

You let out a shaky breath when her knee suddenly pressed against your clothed center that had your hips unintentionally buck from the contact.

"Let me show you," her words were more of an ask than a demand, and with the subtle nod of your head to allow her to keep going, Rosa planned to do exactly what she said she would. 

Show you. Show you how she planned to get you to say her name again.

Rosa's lips hovered over your own, her pupils dilating as the hand around your neck slid down to the collar of your shirt before slowly picking away at the buttons. She skillfully popped each one open, revealing your smooth skin underneath with a lace bra covering your chest.

Your heart-rate wasn't the only thing that picked up. Rosa could feel your breathing grow faster, both from anxiety and excitement as she successfully removed the last button and untucked the blouse from your jeans.

"Hm, it's just too easy. Already this worked up over some light touching?" she smirked, before quickly slipping out of her leather jacket to reveal her toned arms.

"You think I'm easy, Diaz?" you toyed, a bit of confidence suddenly washing over you.

"Just look at you. You're weak. I bet I can have you screaming my name in just two minutes." She chuckled lowly before slipping a hand into the waistband of your jeans and into your underwear to play with your pussy.

"Mm, fuck you—" you failed at hiding the plethora of moans that forced themselves out of you when she circled your clit.

"Oh, princesa... that's what I'm about to do to you."

The lips that hovered over yours got impossibly closer, her hot breath fanned you, and you wanted nothing more than for her to close the thin space. But to your dismay, she only chuckles again, and brings her lips to the bottom of your chin, then your throat, then to the side of your neck where she bit and sucked on the soft spot below your ear.

"I don't like emotions," she admitted after leaving a light mark on your neck. She came face to face with you again, "I don't know how to deal with them so I acted out. Forgive me?" 

You searched her eyes for any kind of untruthfulness, but didn't find any. And when you gave her a small 'yes', butterflies erupted in your stomach when her lips finally met with yours in a needy kiss.

Moans spewed from your lips and into her mouth as her fingers simultaneously put pressure against your clit and rubbed generous circles. Folders fell from her desk and onto the floor as you repositioned your hands on her desk, to keep you from falling over and breaking her computer.

"What's my name?" She whispered against your lips.

"Detective Diaz," you whined when she pinched your bundle of nerves at the wrong name.

It was hard at first not to say her first name, but you couldn't let her win that easily. You couldn't. One thing she was going to learn about you was how bratty and stubborn you were. You would never go down without a fight.

She tutted and bit your lower lip, while also allowing your hand to grip at the collar of her shirt. Your tongues tangled together, and moans grew a pitch higher as you neared your orgasm.

"No- so close! Don't stop!" You whined when her fingers suddenly left your clit. "Why'd you stop?!"

"You haven't said it, princesa. Why would I reward you?" She smirked devilishly.

"Fuck— fuck you..." She went to remove her hand fully at your words but you grabbed her wrist tightly before she could move away. "Wait! Fine. Rosa...please. Please finish what you started and I'll say your name as many times as you want me to. Just please don't stop, Rosa," you begged.

"Good girl," she cooed, and you visibly blushed at the pet name. "Ooh, you like being called that, don't you?" The second she dove back in your panties, a jolt of electricity ran up your spine, as you could feel your orgasm coming back around.

"Yes, I— I love it." You let your head lull back.

"Then be a good girl and come for me. Right here. Right now."

"Rosa..." you mewled, just before words caught in your throat as you came with shaky legs. The ravenette circled your clit skillfully, allowing you to ride your pleasurable high for as long as you could.

"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it, princesa?" she teased as she slowed her ministrations before stopping completely.

"It wasn't, I just wanted to play with you."

"Oh you little—" you cut her off with a heated kiss, finally wrapping your arms around her leather-covered body. You enjoyed the closeness with her, it was the thing you were chasing after since the beginning. 

And you couldn't wait to slowly tear down her emotionally built-up walls to see the vulnerable human being waiting for you beneath the surface.

But first, you had to take Rosa out on a date.

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red dress. | rafe cameron

part 1

set in season 3, episode 1! part of this is literally the scene word for word with dialogue LOL

you had been manhandled all the way into your house and ushered upstairs before you could even really get a good look. an armed guard had left a hand print on your arm from him gripping you. once you were finally in the room and he let you go, you just scoffed, "great manners."

he showed no emotion and just said, "dinner at eight. I'd clean up."

"can't you just tell me what I'm here for?" you said in a frustrated tone. after he just closed the door. you tried the handle and groaned - it was locked.

the bedroom was nice and had everything you would need including multiple of the same red dresses in different sizes with a note that said - pick your size.

after a while, you decided to put it on - not wanting to piss off whoever was keeping you captive. you were sitting on the bed, dressed way too fancy for a dinner downstairs when there was a knock and then the door opened and a woman stepped inside, "he's ready."

you followed her out of the bedroom and down the stairs, trying to get a glimpse of anything that might be useful for an escape.

the woman showed you into the dining room and you looked around, spotting a man with a buzz cut standing with his back towards you. he was pouring a drink - most likely liquor. "hey - uh," you said unsure what to say to your potential captor.

your heart flipped when the man turned around. it was rafe. it was your fucking ex-boyfriend.

rafe's eyes lingered on your body, scanning you up and down as he saw you. it was like his brain hadn't fully processed who you exactly were.

"you're fucking involved in this shit? what? did you have your dad kidnap me so i'd be forced to talk to you??" your tone was harsh. you hadn't spoken to rafe since you broke things off and jumped off the ship with john b and sarah, obviously picking their side. it had broken your heart to do it but what rafe tried to do to sarah - that wasn't the man you loved.

"what the hell are you talking about? why are you here anyway? trying to fuck up my deal?" rafe said gruffly while walking towards you.

"I wondered if your little reunion would cause sparks, you know." said a voice from the other room. your attention snapped towards the other man.

"who are you?" rafe asked, his tone shifting and his body moving closer and in front of yours.

"me? my name is carlos singh. it's a pleasure to meet you, mr. cameron," your stomach dropped at the fact that the unknown man knew rafe by name.

"and ms. y/l/n, I do apologize for the rough tactics to bring you in today." as mr. singh said that, rafe's eyes scanned over your body, his teeth gritting when he noticed the bruises on your arm. "come, I don't bite." he continued, turning on his foot to go into the other room.

before you could follow, rafe blocked the entrance and whispered, "did he hurt you?" his hand brushed against your arm.

"I'm fine rafe, but I want to leave here - like now." you said softly and continued to walk into the next room.

you could tell rafe wanted to kill the man for anyone putting his hands on you, but now wasn't the time. "rough tactics? what about me then?" rafe was seething and after every sentence his jaw clenched harder.

"yes, mr. cameron, false pretenses for you, but the ends justify the means, I'm afraid."

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after sitting through singh's speech about what he wanted, him interrogating you about the diary, which you had denied knowing its whereabouts vehemently, he had walked you and rafe back to the room where you had been held earlier.

after opening the door, singh then threatened the two of you with only having one day to tell him where the diary was and that there was going to be a demonstration at the window. and with that, he left the door locking behind him.

while rafe banged on the door, you walked over to the window and pushed the curtains out of the way. rafe joined you, "who the hell is that guy?"

"he's the guy that got us off the island." you murmured, "his name is jimmy portis. he was trying to help me." your stomach dropped, yet again, when singh pulled out his gun as he looked up at the window towards you and rafe.

you and rafe both jumped when the gun fired and you turned instinctively into his chest. his arms wrapped around you and he put his face against your forehead. he put one hand in your hair on the back of your head to pull you closer.

"baby, I need to know, the diary, do you have it?" he asked, pulling away and tilting your face up towards him.

you hadn't even realized that he had called you baby at first, but there were bigger things than that going on so you just shook your head no, which was the truth, and said, "no I don't have it."

rafe nodded and kissed your forehead, "I'm so sorry. for everything."

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Daemons other kids get jealous of the bond between him and alyssa and they come to their mother for reassurance therefore Daemon finds out they feel this way and reassures them aswell? 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader

similar ask: "Do the kids not get jealous of how Daemon treats Alyssa compared to them? imagine them crying to they’re mom about it" – anon

warnings: child neglect ☠️, sorry i swear daemon doesn't do it on purpose, he's not a bad father, alyssa is for him what rhaenyra is for viserys, HIS ONLY CHILD ☠️☠️, reader is a good mother tho, baddest mom in westeros, this is a domestic scenario that i wrote thinking about my girl @holy-minseok prompts that she send me on a ask one day

author's note: hii 🧋nonnie, i'm SO SORRY that it took me SO LONG to work on this, but here i am trying to remind daemon that he has other kids. AND ALSO, the start of this is based on that scene between elizabeth and philip where they talk about their favorite between their children (season 4 and episode 4 of the crown). i'll write another one just for daemon and the boys.

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During one of your rare alone moments with your husband, you decided to open up about something that happened to you today.

"Something funny happened today." You mentioned, as you braid your hair, getting ready for bed.

Daemon glanced at you, as he stripped the bed sheets, "Really?"

"Yeah, I was talking to Rhaenyra about motherhood, and she described Lucerys as her favorite child."

Daemon frowned, trying to understand your point with that subject. "Is that interesting?"

"The way she said it was, without equivocation or thought. Who would do that?" You explained, watching Daemon from his reflection in the mirror in front of you. "Openly admit to preferring one child to another."

"Any honest parent." Daemon retorted.

"What?"

As your fingers stopped dancing on your hair, you turned your back to the mirror to face your husband, who now sat on the edge of the bed, facing you.

"Any honest parent would admit to having a favorite."

"Who's our favorite?" You asked.

"My favorite or your favorite?"

"Is it different?" You frowned.

Daemon nodded, "I'd say so, yes."

"All right, you first. Who's yours?"

Of course you knew the answer to that already, you were not blind. And frankly, Daemon never did much to hide his favoritism.

"Alyssa." He answered, without any hesitation.

You gasped, "You said that alarmingly quickly."

"Because it didn't require thought." The prince shrugged.

"Daemon!"

"And your favorite is..."

"I don't know." You stated, confused.

"Liar!" He accused.

"It's true! I really don't know."

"Your lack of self-knowledge sometimes is breathtaking."

"On balance, I'd say that was an asset." You affirmed.

"Well, do tell me if you discover who's your favorite." He said, getting off to bed.

Daemon had been out all morning, flying with Caraxes around King's Landing.

Alyssa wanted to go with him, but the boys started to complain that they wanted to go as well.

You had to make an intervention, otherwise Daemon would had taken Alyssa and left the boys behind.

So there you were, at the yard tent, drinking tea and embroidering, while watching Maegon and Rhaegon playing with wooden swords.

Alyssa was also trying embroidery, but the amount of times she had stuck her finger on the needle showed her lack of skills.

"May I please retreat myself? I'd like to go to the library." Alyssa asked, clearly annoyed that she wasn't in the skies with her father.

"Yes, darling, go on. Have a good reading." You smiled, sipping on your tea.

Dealing with Alyssa was quite complicated, because she was so much like Daemon.

And she was a woman, which made it even worse.

You were the only one who could tame Daemon. He would do anything for you.

But unfortunately, he was the only one who could tame her.

You honestly felt sorry for the poor soul who would have to learn how to control her someday, otherwise, your daughter would remain single forever.

That's probably Daemon's dream come true.

When they felt tired, the boys finally came to sit with you under the tent.

Maegon sat on your right, placing his little hand on your baby bump.

Rhaegon came behind you, giving you a little kiss on the cheek.

Although he was getting bigger with everyday that passed, Rhaegon never stopped giving you little surprise kisses.

"I'm sorry you couldn't go dragonride with your father today." You gave them a reassuring kiss.

"It's okay. We just wanted to spend some time with him." Maegon muttered, bitting on an apple.

"I mean, it's unfair that he spends most of his free time with Alyssa. He's only with us on the training yard, and that's only when Cole is unavailable and father feels like picking on Aemond and Aegon." Rhaegon blurted out.

You felt hurt that your own children felt neglected by their father.

Honestly, it almost sickened you. But you knew Daemon didn't do it on purpose, that's just the way he is.

You could tame him, not change him.

"I'm sorry you feel this way, son. Both of you." You caressed Rhaegon's short hair. He looked like a young painted image of his father.

"It's okay, mom, really. Alyssa spends a lot of time with father, which means we got a lot time with you. I wouldn't trade this for anything else." Maegon smiled, his violet eyes glowing with love.

"Same. Dad couldn't understand us like you do." Rhaegon took your hand in his, the one that caressed his scalp.

You knew you had no preference between your boys.

But you saw that between them and your little girl, who you're supposed to have a stronger connection with – since you're both women –, you couldn't question that you'd rather be with your sons.

A thousand times, you would rather be with your boys.

[weemsfreak]

My Hero

Larissa Weems/Brienne of Tarth x fReader

Quick one shot I thought would be sweet! Reader loves Brienne of Tarth, and to her utter surprise, Brienne has been in front of her all along. ~2.5k words.

You were on your way to Principal Weems' office, relieved to be finished with your exams. Your students had done exceptionally well with Chemistry and Potions this term, and you were happy to report their success (and yours) to the astonishing headmistress.

You proudly glided through the halls, letting out a giggle when you reached Principal Weems' office doors. You knocked and entered when you heard her inviting voice call you in. She sat at her desk typing on her laptop, and smiled brightly when her eyes met your figure entering her office. "Hi Principal Weems, I just wanted to drop off my students exams!" you chirped. She chuckled, "My, my, you seem happy." As your eyes drifted from the exams to hers, you blushed. "Oh, I'm so pleased with my students performances this term! They worked very hard, and it paid off." Principal Weems nodded as she gestured for you to place the exams on her desk, "I'm so glad to hear that, darling." You plopped the exams down on her desk, bending down slightly in front of the older woman to sort through the exams. Larissa couldn't help but glance at your chest, it was right in front of her face, after all. You were wearing a dark button up v neck, which was rather fitting to your form. She decided she should look away before you caught her staring, but she did a double take when she got a look at your necklace. She tilted her head in question, was that? No, probably not. "I like your necklace" Larissa said, reaching her hand out and taking it between her fingers. You looked down at the sword around your neck, now in the hands of this fine woman. "Oh, Oathkeeper! Did you watch Game of Thrones?" you replied happily. Larissa smiled as she looked over the small replica, she knew it was Oathkeeper. "I have watched it, actually. I take it you like Brienne of Tarth?" Your face lit up in excitement, you loved Game of Thrones, especially Brienne, and you loved talking about it. "I love Brienne of Tarth!" you exclaimed, looking down at the woman who's head was tilted and eyelashes batting at you. Larissa laughed to herself, how ironic. "Would you like to watch it together sometime?" she said, intrigued by your love of the show. Your eyes lit up and you almost jumped up and down, "Yes! I would love to!"

Frantically, you ran around your house tidying up last minute things. You had snacks and wine, you were all ready for Larissa to come over for your Game of Thrones night. You were ecstatic and you had been all day, basically almost bouncing off of the walls. If there was one thing you loved, it was Game of Thrones, but if there was one thing you loved more, it was Larissa Weems.

Watching Game of Thrones with Larisa Weems was crazy, a dream, the best night of your life. You cuddled up in your blanket next to the woman and started the show from season two episode three. You would never start at season two if you hadn't watched it before, but you both agreed that you could start where Brienne came in, as you had already seen season one. "AHH oh my god!" You screamed when Brienne made her appearance, taking her helmet off and kneeling to the king. "She's so hot" you added, unable to contain the smile on your face. Larissa watched as you had a small freak out over Brienne, and she couldn't contain her laughter. She brought a hand to her mouth as she laughed with amusement, her body shaking with giggles. You blushed as you watched her run out of breath with laughter, "What?!" Larissa laid a hand on yours to tell you that it was okay, as she couldn't speak, she was still laughing. "Nothing darling, y-you're just so cute" she giggled. You put on a fake frown and turned back to the show.

You paused the show after an episode to run to the washroom. Larissa went too, walking through your bedroom to get to it. When she was finished, she walked slowly back through your room, glancing around at your things. She knew that she was snooping, but she couldn't help that she craved to know you better, know how you lived, what things you were into. The Oathkeeper necklace caught her attention again, as she saw it placed on your vanity. It had it's own little sword holder, and she scrunched her nose up in amusement. Larissa walked through the hallway back to you, and found a photo of Daenerys and Brienne on your wall. Her lips curled into a big smile as she shook her head, you were obsessed, an adorable, endearing kind of obsessed. She couldn't wait to tell you.

"So, who are your favorite women on the show" Larissa asked with a smirk, wrapped in your blanket on the couch with you. You looked to the tv, then back at her. "Ah, that's a good question. I like Melisandre, oh and Sansa. Cersei is a bitch, sorry I had to say it!" you put your arms up in false surrender. Larissa snickered, "What about Brienne?!" Your eyes widened, "I didn't get to her yet! I was going to say that I like them, but she's my favorite!" you laughed, swatting at Larissa's arm.

You were invested in the show, laying on your side with your head on the arm rest of the couch. Larissa admired you from the other end, your love for Brienne brought warmth to her chest. Your passion was absolutely adorable when you were into something or someone, but the fact that you were interested in her, without knowing that it was her, was hilarious. It boosted Larissa's confidence and made her giddy. You looked over at Larissa, pulling yourself away from the show. Game of Thrones captivated you, but so did she. You sat up and scooted closer to Larissa, gazing fondly over her facial features. Larissa sounded like Brienne of Tarth, you had noticed before. She was tall like her, and she had the same piercing blue eyes. Perhaps that was why you liked them both so much, they were brave fighters and beautiful women. Larissa turned her attention towards you as you revelled in her beauty. Her lips were a similar shape to Brienne's, and she had that same upper lip scar. She had the exact same face shape, and she had that small nose dent. Wait, did Brienne have that? You swivelled your head around to catch Brienne's face on the tv, she did. "You look a lot like Brienne of Tarth" you said to Larissa, eyes wide, now kind of spooked. She tilted her head to the side and frowned, "What do you mean?" You looked back and forth between her and Brienne on the show, "You literally look exactly like her! You have her bright eyes, her cute lips, her scar, her height, her accent. You're both pale and blonde, you are basically the same person!" A huge grin slowly lit up Larissa's face, you called her cute, and you were figuring it out. She furrowed her brows and looked at the tv, "I don't see it. Who plays Brienne anyway?" You scoffed and looked up the actress who played Brienne of Tarth on your phone. You showed it to Larissa, "Her name is Laura Winters, but when you look her up, there's nothing except Brienne of Tarth photos. She must've used a fake name, she's hiding from me" you grumbled. Larissa let out a snicker, but refrained from giving too much away. You were so innocent and so close to the truth, but you just couldn't reach it on your own. She was really excited to see your reaction when she told you.

Larissa giggled down at you as your eyebrows furrowed. You were concentrating very hard and frantically searching the web for more information on 'Laura Winters'. She smiled, her pearly whites showing, "Would you come with me for a moment darling? I want to show you something."

It was only about five years ago that Larissa had become Principal of the Academy, and about five years ago when she had finished filming Game of Thrones. Not many people knew that Larissa was in the show, as she was a teacher all the while she was filming. She was into acting for about ten years, but left once Game of Thrones ended. She was glad to be able to express herself and tap into her androgenous side over the years, even dyeing and cutting off her hair at the beginning of the show and gaining muscle mass for her roll. In the end though, she decided that she preferred her usual feminine self. So, she focused on education and outcast relations, as that was more important to her than acting.

Larissa had used a fake name, never did interviews, or showed up to any events during her acting career. She always knew that she wanted to continue in her career in education, and she didn't want her fame to somehow affect her reputation. Seeing how flustered and determined you were to figure out who Brienne of Tarth was made her crack, she had to tell you.

"Come in love" she said, opening her apartment door for you. You walked in and followed her, confused. "Wow, your place is so nice" you said, looking around at her décor. "Thank you darling, but I think I have something that you will like even more." You tilted your head, did she have something for you? She sat on her bed and pat the spot next to her. You sat down and she took your hand, smiling ear to ear. "I want to tell you something, but I don't think that you're going to believe me." You furrowed your brows. "Um, okay" you said, looking around her room. Was there something you were missing? Larissa took a deep breath and leaned down close to whisper in your ear. "Can you keep a secret?" You shivered at her proximity, her breath warm against your skin. "Yes" you whispered. She chuckled lowly and held out her pinky, "Promise?" You wrapped your pinky around hers and locked it, "Promise." Larissa chuckled, you were too cute. "I am Brienne of Tarth" she whispered. You pulled back, "Uh, no? You're Larissa Weems!" Larissa nodded her head, "Yes, I am Larissa Weems, but I played Brienne of Tarth before I was principal."

Your eyes darted around the room, you couldn't wrack your brain around it. She was probably just messing with you, but it was kind of funny. "Well why aren't you famous then? Why doesn't 'Laura Winters' say 'Larissa Weems'? Why aren't you still acting? Why are you here?!" Larissa couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction, it was what she was expecting. "Darling, I used a fake name. Laura Winters, Larissa Weems" she said, holding one hand up and then the other, showing that it was a clue. Your jaw dropped, that could make sense. You narrowed your eyes at the woman, "You do look exactly like her, but I still don't believe you." You would never believe that Larissa Weems was Brienne of Tarth. Not because it was impossible, but because your favorite character couldn't be real, she couldn't be sitting in front of you, could she? "I will prove it to you darling" Larissa cooed, standing and walking into her closet. She came out a minute later, holding a sword. She presented it to you and you jumped off of the bed, running to her. "Oathkeeper?!" you screamed, placing your hands over your mouth in complete shock. Larissa nodded down at you, "Oathkeeper." You stared down at the sword, you didn't know what to do. "Can I hold it? Please?" you smiled, reaching out for it. You took it from Larissa and held it, it was heavy. "How the hell did you fight with this? It's so heavy!" you exclaimed, swinging it around carefully. "I used to be stronger" Larissa chuckled. You admired the details of the hilt, it was very intricate. "Okay, so you're serious? You're really Brienne of Tarth? How do I know you don't just have a model of Oathkeeper? How do I know this is real?" Larissa shrugged her shoulders, "Good point." She disappeared back into the closet and came out with a piece of Brienne's black armour. "Oh my fucking god!" you screamed, taking the armour from her. Your mouth was open and your eyes wide, you said nothing else as you stared down at the black metal.

"Darling? Are you alright?" Larissa said, looking down at you with concern. You dropped the armour and sword on the bed and threw yourself at the woman, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close. Larissa let out an "oof" when you hugged her, but she adored your eagerness and melted into your comfort. She embraced you back, giggling at your reaction. "You're my hero" you murmured against her chest. Larissa's brows furrowed, "Brienne is your hero?" You smiled, pulling back slightly to look into her deep blues. "Yes, Brienne is my hero." Larissa smirked and brought her hand up to caress your cheek. "But so are you" you smiled. Larissa's smile dropped. "Me?" she questioned. "Yes, you. Brienne of Tarth, Larissa Weems, you're my hero. You're inspiring Larissa. You're gentle, beautiful, intelligent, and you're the bravest person that I've ever met. Hell, you have so many talents it's crazy." Larissa's expression changed to one of appreciation and joy as her lower lip quivered. She breathed out lowly, "Really?" You took her face in your hand and nodded sincerely, "Really. Thank you for sharing this with me." Larissa batted her lashes as ger gaze fell to the floor, she was suddenly shy. She pulled you closer to her and you buried your head in her chest. You always thought of Larissa as one of your heroes, but all of this time you didn't know that she was your ultimate hero. Brienne of Tarth, you were hugging Brienne of Tarth. What was even better though, was that you were hugging Larissa Weems. You giggled against Larissa, almost sending yourself into a laughing fit. "What?" Larissa asked, snorting quietly at you. "I called you hot" you said, smiling up at her. She scrunched her nose up as she beamed down at you. "Yes, you did" she replied with a wink.

You pulled away blushing and picked up the armour, holding it out to Larissa. "Well, I won't truly believe you until you put on her armour." She hesitantly took it and narrowed her eyes at you, then she smiled. She left for a few moments to change, then presented herself to you in full armour with a huge grin on her face. You passed Oathkeeper to her and took in the image before you in awe. You nodded in acceptance and excitement, beaming at the woman before you. "Brienne of fucking Tarth."

[one-piece-aus]

Whumptober Day 15

Cracker x Reader

TW: Implied parental abuse

"Hold still-" You reached for Cracker's arm with a cotton pad when he swung it away from you.

"What are you doing?!" Cracker glared at you. He just came home to relax.

"I'm trying to clean your wounds," you said, attempting to grab his hand to bring his arm back to you, and he kept holding it out of your reach.

You don't understand why your husband must be so difficult when it comes to cleaning his wounds. If Cracker tended to his injuries better, he wouldn't be so vulnerable to pain. You swear he bruises worse than a banana.

"Leave me alone, woman!" Cracker got up from his seat to move away from you only to bump into a bookshelf behind him and have a few books fall on top of his head. "Ow, STUPID MOTHERFUCKER!"

He picked up the bookshelf and threw it across the living room. Books were now scattered across the floor. You sighed but you knew the servants would clean it up later. You moved over to Cracker who now sat on the floor, pouting and holding his sore head.

"Cracker, would you please let me take care of you now?" You gently laid your hand over his.

"Fine," he grumbled, rolling his eyes to look the other way as you took his arm. Lightly you pressed the cotton pad to his arm, and instantly, he flinched and yonked his arm away. "Ow! What is in that thing?"

"It's rubbing alcohol, it kills the germs on the surface to prevent an infection, which causes severe pain later," you stated trying to grab his arm again.

Reluctantly, he lowers it back in your gasp, wincing with each press to the wound. "Ow... ow..."

"Oh, you poor baby," you coo as you delicately clean his wounds. "Mind telling me why your pain tolerance is so low? I thought all Big Mom's sons had to go through rough training to be strong."

"No-" He winced again before continuing. "We didn't have to train if we didn't want to, we just had to find a way to help Mama out with her dream to find the One Piece. Perospero took to reading books, studying the art of warfare and navigation for example, he can fight but he didn't dedicate himself to training like Katakuri."

"Hmmm, so you trained because you wanted to. Is it because of your admiration for your brother Katakuri?" You guessed.

"No- well- that's not the real reason... I just wanted to get stronger so I couldn't feel pain anymore."

"How come?"

Cracker tilted his head back, debating whether to tell you or not. "You know how Mama discards our fathers once we're born?"

"Yeah."

"Well, she didn't always do that, but my father was the last one." His tone melted into a resenting growl as he brought up his father. "Since Mama was busy a lot of the time, she didn't watch the damage he did to me." Cracker bawled his fist, trying to contain the anger rising with the memories. "It wasn't until Katakuri saw the aftermath of one of the bastard's episodes did Mama find out." His rage died out as he opened his palm again, he then turned to you with a smug smile. "And then I never had to see him again."

You smiled at him, happy your husband is now being more open with you. Finishing the bandage over his arm, you patted his arm. "There, all better now."

"What?" Cracker held up his arm to see the wound was covered in white bandages. "When did you-"

"When you were talking," you giggled heading out of the library. "Don't go anywhere, I'm going to get you an ice packet."

Cracker watched you leave, dumbfounded. Glancing at his patched arm then at the exit again, a smile curled up his lips.

Tag: @bookandyarndragon @roseoftrafalgar

[zafirosreverie]

Always been like this (Agatha x F!Reader)

For: @tryingmybest233333 hope you like it!

Wanda jumped, barely saving the cake she had in her hands thanks to her magic. She quickly placed it on the counter and forced a smile as she watched Agnes storm into her kitchen. She doubted the brunette hadn't seen the red threads that came from her hands, but whatever it was that had her annoyed distracted her enough not to mention it.

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"That bitch!"

"What happened?" the redhead asked carefully "is it Y/N again?"

“When is it not Y/N, Wanda?” Agnes rolled her eyes.

The younger woman felt a little awkward for asking, but she kept her smile on her face as she allowed her friend to raid her wine rack. She really didn't know how it had started, or why.

Everything in Westview was supposed to be perfect, so that she and Vision could live their lives happily with each other without worrying about a thing. Sure, she had put Dottie there, but it was simply for the occasional drama she watched on old shows when she was a kid.

However, she did not remember this. A feud between neighbors, sure, in some episode perhaps, but a damn pitched war that devastated everything? Where had that come from?! Wanda had no idea.

The only thing she knew was that for some reason, you and Agnes hated each other's guts. You couldn't see each other on the street without starting to hurl insults that you barely disguised as flirting (but everyone could hear the venom in your voice), it was normal for indecently rude gestures to be thrown at each other, and even sabotage at each other in Dottie's meetings if you had the chance.

It was common knowledge that having you in the same room with Agnes for more than two seconds was an imminent catastrophe, and over time, they had all learned to leave you alone and try not to get caught in the crossfire between you two. But no one had been able to tell Wanda why you hated each other so much.

"It's always been like this" Geraldine had told her, shrugging as Agnes shot you annoyed glances across the street.

It was as if no one knew, as if you had simply woken up one morning and decided that you hated the brunette with everything in you and she had agreed to return the favor. Something had to give in. Even if it was for the sake of her cupboard.

“Agnes” she began cautiously as her friend poured her second glass “why do you hate Y/N so much?”

"Hey! She hates ME, so I hate her back" the brunette defended herself

"But why does she hate you?"

"And what do I know?" Agnes shrugged "probably because I'm prettier and she's jealous."

Wanda laughed, deciding it wasn't worth arguing with her friend, especially when it came to the other's ego and vanity, but something in her mind was bothering her. What if she was losing control? What if she had kept this fake reality for so long that its was strating to become real? What if people were gaining freedom? She wasn't going to get a straight answer from Agnes, so she would have to go to you to try to figure this out.

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"Oh, hello Wanda!" you smiled sweetly as the redhead walked towards you "how are you?"

"Fine, thank you, Y/N" she replied "I don't want to bother you, but, there is something I would like to ask you."

"Sure! I'll do what I can to help you" you assured her.

Wanda smiled gratefully at you, and the doubt in her mind simply grew. She, like everyone in town, knew you for being incredibly kind and helpful, always ready to offer good advice, a helping hand, or comfort to anyone who needed it. For her, it was almost impossible to imagine you hating someone. And yet, your smile turned into an annoyed grimace and you rolled your eyes when she mentioned her friend.

"It's about Agnes" she said softly.

"What did that hateful woman do now?" you asked with annoyance

"N-nothing…I think" she responded quickly "it's just…I just want to know why you seem to hate her so much"

You looked at the redhead in front of you carefully. She looked as firm and confident as ever, but in her eyes you could see that she was actually upset, almost desperate. You assumed that your fights with Agnes were disrupting her happy married life, especially since you were aware of the brunette breaking into her house to complain about you whenever she could.

"I don't hate her" you said, deciding that you could be a little compassionate toward her "I just resent her presence."

"That…isn't that the same as hating her?"

"No" you replied "I mean, I don't wish her harm or want her to die, that would be hating her, but I don't want her around me. That damn woman is capricious and spoiled and somehow she always gets what she wants. It's annoying."

"I know Agnes can be… difficult" Wanda conceded to you "but she's a good person, maybe you guys just need to get to know each other better"

"oh believe me" you laughed softly "I know her very well, better than anyone"

You winked and smiled before turning around and continuing on your way as if nothing had happened, leaving the redhead with more questions than answers and, if the suddenly cold air around you was any indicator, even greater desperation.

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"You're a bitch"

"You love me for that"

Agatha laughed heartily as she watched you pace around the kitchen, throwing ingredients into the pan as you smiled at her over your shoulder. Ever since you guys came to Westview to steal the chaos magic, the witch had to admit that your plan to have fun in the process made every day solving Wanda's problems worth it.

"How long do you think it will take for her to break?"

"I don't know, she seemed pretty lost this afternoon" you shrugged "although that might be because you're running out of her wine supply" you smirked.

"I have to charge something for all the help I give her" Agatha joked.

“I’m sure” you laughed.

The brunette looked at you in silence for a while longer, waiting until you finished making dinner and turned off the stove before walking over to you and hugging you from behind. She placed a soft kiss on your neck as you leaned against her and you could feel the smile growing on her face.

"So I'm a bloody capricious and spoiled woman, huh darling?" she whispered

"You know well that you are the most capricious and spoiled being in the world, Aggs" you laughed.

"And you are the rudest, most terrible person" she pouted "you fight with me when all I do is love you. But I shouldn't be surprised, it's always been like this"

"It's called marriage, honey" you smiled

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I Am All In Rewatch - Episode 1x10 (Part 2)

He's more of a friend at this point. He feels like he wants more, obviously, but at this point, you know, he's not seeing this as a way to ingratiate himself. He's just functioning as a friend....They flow very well together, you know they are. They're not so opposite, are they. I Mean, it would appear on the surface that opposites attract and they're just very different. But I think they're very very similar. I think they're both tough as nails. I think the thing that comes across for her is she's really tough. She's tough like Emily, and she when she digs her heel in, heel's in. I mean, don't don't get in her way, and she's not backing down, and I think he's the same way. So it's I think that's where it is. They're both very, very similar....But I think he's really just acting like any friend would act as supportive person. I again, I'm not trying to diminish I'm not trying to diminish it. He doesn't see it as an opportunity to to to you know, to move the ball down the field as it were on a relationship with Lorelai. I don't think he sees it that way. And that's not how I played it. That is I was there, I am the character...Therefore, you don't have to play it. It's already there. You just act like you just be the friend, be the supportive person. That's it. That's the soul of any relationship anyway. At the end of the day, your friends so be a great friend. And that's all he was doing. That's all he knows how to do with her. -Scott

[Did anyone catch that Lorelai calls you honey?] Yes? I did catch that..I just think that he's again, and I've said it before. I just think he's afraid of her. I'm he's afraid of getting rejected by somebody that he desires so much and that he sees a future with. He wants that's his forever woman. There's nobody else for him. But he doesn't want to make the move yet. He wants to make sure that it's solid that she feels the same way. And he definitely doesn't want to screw up Rory's life by coming in. -Scott

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Klaus x reader

side note this was probably the best gif I could find for the episode.

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Marshall the younger sister of Hayley Marshall. Side note I love Hayley one of my favorite characters. Basically Y/n will be pregnant instead of Hayley and I will be changing some things up but then that it should stay pretty close to the series. I hope you enjoy the story! Also, if you like I have a Castiel x reader

Paring: Klaus x reader

Word count: 3,241

Warnings: Some language, Typical the Originals violence, Spoilers for season one of The Originals, Pregnancy,

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Chapter 2: House of the rising son

POV:(Y/n)

I still can’t believe that I'm here in New Orleans Pregnant with Klaus Mikaelson’s baby. Two months ago I could down a bottle of whiskey in two seconds flat and now I can expel my lunch in two seconds flat due to one of the many side effects of pregnancy. It’s hard to look at Klaus not to even mention talking. I wish he could at least have an adult conversation with me about this.

I’m looking in the fridge in annoyance because there is barely any food, well there is but not what I wanted. “N/n just because you stare doesn't mean food will magically appear.” Hayley said sarcastically walking in the kitchen. “Well, I'm magically pregnant so why can’t food be.” “If Elijah was here, he probably get all the food you wanted.” “And you too Hayley.” “Yeah, well then where is he? He made this grand promise to us.” “I don’t know Halye's, but we’ll be okay.” When I finished that sentence, we heard a car door slam outside and we both grabbed iron pickers I guess for weapons. And we headed to the main foyer and a blond woman came in almost stomping.

“Who the hell are you?” Hayley asked the woman. “Oh, you must be the maids. My bags are in the car – get them, will you?” I stepped up. “Sorry to disappoint but not the maids.” “Right. You're that werewolf girl my brother, Klaus, knocked up. I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural, miracle baby bump. Guess you're not showing yet. It's Hayley, isn't it?” She said looking at Hayley. I was a little embarrassed. I raise my hand. “Um actually that would be me, Y/n.” She looks me up and down. “Huh interesting he doesn’t usually go for your type.” Well, that feels great.

“I see You have your brother's manners.” Hayley said, stepping in front of me. “And his temper, too, so watch it. Where's Elijah?” “We don’t know he’s been gone since the night we got here he was making promises about protecting us and then gone.” I answered her question. "Elijah is not just any vampire, and he doesn't break promises. Which means Niklaus has done something dastardly and Klaus-like. Klaus! Get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!” Rebakah yelled out. 

“Enough with all the shouting. Little sister, I should have known. I assume the six dead vampires were you're doing?” Klaus answered entering the room. “They were very rude.” She said, sounding happy with her decision. “Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl just trying to find her way to the Quarter. So sorry, were they friends of yours? Oh, that's right, you don't have any friends.” Ouch I feel kind of bad for him.

“I do have friends. I have Marcel. You remember him, don't you? Yes, of course you do. He fancies himself the 'King of the Quarter' now, and he has these rules about killing vampires. It'll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you.” You can really feel the love between these siblings huh.

“I don't care about Marcel or his rules. Elijah doesn't welch on deals. What did you do to him?” “Perhaps he's on holiday... or taking a long autumn nap upstairs. Well, go on. Take a look around. You remember this house as well as I.” “I remember everything.” Rebekah said looking sad properly remembering something horrible Klaus did. And of course, being who he is he defended himself. “Well, he wasn't good enough for you.” I think I should say something. “Shouldn’t that be up to her.” All three of them looked at me yup should have stayed quiet. “Ahh the littlest wolf can speak.” Klaus said teasingly, giving me his smug stupid smile.

At least we're talking but Klaus has no idea who I am even though we did have a night of talking and more. “I'm guessing Rebakah can take care of herself since there are about six dead vampires now so why not let her.” He looked at me and I got flashbacks to when we first met. “Thank you, Y/n, because No one was ever good enough for me he made sure of that. Nik, you made sure of that. Now where is Elijah?” “A good question Hayley and I have been talking about that.”

He doesn't answer and his phone buzzes and he gets up to leave. “Where are you going?” Rebakah asked him. “It appears the night is not quite over, yet. I'm off for another drink with Marcel.” “Elijah told me about your plan to take apart Marcel's empire piece by piece. I don't remember it involving you two drinking New Orleans dry together.”

“I know you don't have many friends, Rebekah, but what some friends do when they get together is they drink. And when they drink, they tell secrets. Marcel has somehow found a way to control the entirety of witches in the Quarter, and I aim to uncover the 'how' so I might take it for myself. Finding Elijah didn't make my to-do list today.” Wow you can really feel the love between these siblings. “Oh, and welcome home, little sister.” He walked out to leave but I went after him. 

“Klaus wait.’’ He stopped in his tracks, annoyed I could tell. “What is stopping me from my important meeting?” That kind of hurt my feelings. “I just wanted to say to be careful.” He looked confused at that. “It’s just that I know Marcel has a lot of power. The witches hate him because for some reason he knows when one of them practices power so be more smart then dumb in this situation huh.” “Your concern is not needed, and I don't need it.” And he walked away, one of these days I know he probably will need it.

I walked back to the others. “What was that about?” Haley asked me. “Um nothing. What are we talking about.” “We are going to go look for what has happened to Elijah.” “Oh, okay let's go.” “Wait, you want to help.” Rebakah asked me. “Yeah of course if Hayley was missing, I wouldn't stop until I found her and I would want everyone to help.” She looks at me. “Thank you.” “No problem now, let's go.”

We walk down this spiral staircase. “The governor had lots of secret rooms. I'll show you his favorite.” Rebakah said to us when we were walking down the stairs. “You think Klaus killed him.” Hayley asked. “We can't be killed, silly girl. That doesn't stop Klaus from finding ways to torture us. He has a set of mystical silver daggers. One in the heart sends us into a deep slumber. Klaus gets his jollies from keeping us in a box, until he decides to pull the dagger out. That must be what he's done to Elijah. This one's mine.” We looked down and there was a coffin with a big M on it.

“He keeps your coffin on standby.” I stated in incredulously. “He likes to be prepared for when his family members inevitably disappoint him. Elijah's isn't here – he must've stashed him elsewhere.” Hayley and I look at each other in disbelief. “I feel sick.” I stated. “Welcome to the family, love. You should've run the second you realized Elijah was gone.” “Yeah, well, the witches have put some sort of hex on me. As long as I'm carrying this baby, I can't leave New Orleans. If I do, they kill me.”

“Well, knowing Klaus, he's planning a box for you the second you give birth to whatever's cooking in your tum. I'm leaving as soon as I find Elijah. Being daggered in a box for decades sucks, trust me. You'd best find a way to break that hex and run.” Rebakah goes to look in other rooms and Hayley and I are left to stew in this family’s drama.

The next day I was left alone in the house. Hayley told me she went for a walk to clear her head about all this and was properly more worried about Elijah then I. So here I am walking around this huge house looking for something to do and I find myself in the kitchen. I look through the fridge and the cupboards and there are enough ingredients that are not totally spoiled to bake because when I’m stressed, I bake and well I need to bake. A couple hours later I'm surrounded by cupcakes and brownies when I get a text from Hayley saying to meet her at the park which she is not supposed to be at. So, I throw down my apron and flour and rush out the door. 

Hayley is there sitting and she is holding a cup in her hands. “Hayley what are you doing out here you know we can’t be here!” “Y/n take this.” She pushes the cup in my hand. “What is this?” “Oh, just some tea… with some crushed aconite flowers.” I lifted it to my lips and then I heard her say the last part. “Wolfsbane! Are you trying to kill me!?” “No no N/n not you…” She trails off and looks at my stomach. “No Hayley no.” “Y/n if you do this we can leave and never look back and never have to deal with this crazy family again. Never have to deal with Klaus Mikaelson again.” I soak in her words and take a minute to respond.

“Klaus may be an asshole, but I've been given a chance that I never had before to have my own child and I'd rather deal with this family the rest of my life then give that up.” Hayley looks at me and brings me in for a hug. “Then I guess we better get comfortable.” “Hayley, you don’t have to stay, go live your life I'm not a kid anymore.” “I have missed enough of your life. I am here to see you become the amazing mother that we never got.” I smile at her and are about to start to cry when I hear some branches snap. Some men showed up behind us. By their scent I could tell they were vampires.

“Dumb move, coming into the Quarter. You're coming with me, wolves.” He said with disdain and disgust like he was better than us. I stepped in front of Hayley. “I have had it up to here with vampires telling me what to do.” I throw the hot cup of tea in his face, and he screams in pain we spin around to run but more show up. They go to attack but instead their hearts are being held by Rebekah. “Now, that is no way to treat a pregnant lady. I do hate bad manners.” 

It’s pretty hot outside. Well, it was hot because of the fire of the smoldering vampires that Klaus was having in the front yard. “This is why I told you never to leave the house. Werewolves are banned in the Quarter. I had a plan, and your two’s little nighttime stroll put it all in peril! Leave him!” He yelled when Rebakah was starting to walk towards the barely alive vampire.

“You've done enough, don't you think? Leaving a trail of bodies like a road map to my door?” “If I hadn't overheard this lot bragging about werewolf heads, everyone here would be screwed. And don't give me that crap about having a plan. You've had all the time in the world to execute a plan, and no one's seen you do a damn thing! Elijah made a deal to protect your child, so that it could save you from your selfish, rotten self. But you obviously don't give a damn about the child or Elijah, because what have you done to honor it?” It’s getting heated now and while talking about our kid.

“I have done everything. Let me spell it out for you, shall I? From the day I arrived, Marcel hasn't trusted me. From Day One, he's had his vampires ingest toxic vervain which, as you know, little sister, protects them from my mind control.” It’s interesting even the simple herb can deflect from the original vampires. 

He grabs the half alive vampire and starts to drag him. “And this one – I'm gonna drain him of vervain, compel him to believe his mates found religion and moved to Utah, so that he can explain to Marcel why he lost three more vampires tonight.” “Ha so you can be funny.” I said to him and gives me his devilish smirk.

“Of course, I can be, one of many great traits. Now does anyone have any more questions? No? Good, because I have a question. What were you two doing in the bloody French Quarter in the first place? Answer me!” He asks Hayley and I. “Leave them be.” Rebekah said, standing up for us. Hayley looks like she’s about to say something, but I stop her. “I was buying poison to stop… the pregnancy” Klaus starts to break stuff around him in a lot of anger. “Nik! NIK!” 

Rebekah stops him before his breaks off the door. “Stop! you are in the presence of the mother of your child! All of this bluster about not wanting the child, and then the second she tells you she's ready to get rid of it? It's okay to care. It's okay to want something. That's all Elijah was trying to do, all he's ever wanted for you. All we've ever wanted.” Klaus calms down but reeling from being confronted with his feelings and sits down on the stairs. Rebekah sits down next to him. “I gave Elijah to Marcel.” Oh shit.

“Marcel was nervous. It's bad enough one Original returned to town, but two? His crew was getting antsy. He wanted Elijah gone, so... I gave him a peace offering.” “You bartered our brother?”’ Wow. “I have a plan. Gain Marcel's trust, dismantle his empire, honor Elijah's wish that that baby be born. I am executing that plan the only way I know how. If you don't like it, there's the door. See if I care” Is that only Elijah's wish because from Klaus’s reaction to the poison he might want this kid as much as I do. 

Rebekah is sitting on the front porch when I approach her. “I know you don't know me very well... but thanks. I appreciate what you did in there.” I said thanking her. “Us girls have got to look out for each other.” “What is it with you two? You say you hate him, but the way you deal with him, it's so clear. Even when you hate him, you still love him.” “I guess when you spend a thousand years with someone, deciding to quit them is like losing a part of yourself. But sometimes the hate is just... so powerful. Emil wasn't the only boyfriend of mine that Klaus killed. He did it again, and again, and every time I found someone to care about. He just kept doing it until, finally, I stopped falling in love. He said he was protecting me from my mistakes, that no one was ever good enough for his little sister. Until one day, someone was.”

“If you know Marcel has Elijah, why don't you just get him back yourself?” “Because, if I cross my brother, there's still a coffin downstairs with my name on it.” At that I pull out the wrapped daggers. “Well now he can't. I would feel the same if Hayley ever did the same to me. I found them under your coffin. So, if a couple of antique steak knives were the only things stopping you from getting Elijah back, then here you go.” She takes them in awe and smiles, and I smile back feeling I made another connection in this family. “Also why are there so many brownies?” “Ha ha right that So I…”

I start to walk up the stairs to go to bed when I get stopped by Hayley. “N/n why did you take the blame for me.” “Look I know you're my older sister, but I will always protect you no matter what. Plus, he would have killed you.” “Yeah probably.”

The next morning, I stir awake, and I can see from my half open eyes that Klaus was checking the bottle of wolfsbane. “I didn’t take it.” “You're awake.” “I could barely sleep all night. This house is like a freaking swamp sauna.” I sit up stretching. “What stopped you? You could have been free of all of this... of me.” “Well first of all I never even thought to take it if I told it was Hayley you would have probably killed her. ‘“ “You are right.”

“Before this I never had a chance in Hell to have my own children so I may not totally like you all the time but because of you I have that now and you're not all bad … sometimes.” I finish with the same smirk he gave me last night. “Also, when I was fighting off those vampires, I – I realized I wasn't just protecting myself. Maybe it has to do with the fact that my birth parents gave us up, and my group home kicked me out. All I know is push came to shove, and... I realized I wouldn't let anyone hurt it.” He looks at with a knowing look like he could relate.

“I'm beginning to think we're a lot alike, you and I. We're both castoffs who have learned to fight when we're backed into a corner.” “Well, we're backed into a corner now. What are two messed up werewolf parents going to do.” “Ah, that we are. It's time to fight... littlest wolf.” He said putting a hand on my shoulder and my heart quickens a little and all I can do is stare at him. He stares back and we kind of start to lean to each other slowly when he backs up and stands. “Um, this whole thing with Marcel – the deal you have with the witches, trying to take him down, take what's his – Rebekah told me that you two once loved each other like family. What happened?” I said trying to move on from our little moment.

“I made Marcel everything that he is. I treated him like a son. And when my father chased me and my family from New Orleans a hundred years ago, we believed Marcel was killed – we each mourned him, in our own way. Yet, when I returned, I found not only had he survived, he had thrived. Instead of seeking us out, instead of sticking together as one, he made a choice to take everything my family had built and make it his own. Now, he is living in our home, he is sleeping in our beds. That 'M' he stamps everywhere... it's not for 'Marcel'. It's for 'Mikaelson'. I want it all back, and if I have to push him out to get it, then that's exactly what I'll do. I'll have someone see to the air conditioning.” He walks out of my room, and I'm left with a little more hope that we could work together maybe something more for our kid.

Second chapter Whoo! So excited for the future chapters and the romance that is clearly there this is going to be a little faster than my Castiel x reader. Thank you for reading! See Ya'll next chapter.

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Johnny or Leland? | Episode 4

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This is a choose your own ending story. I have also included links to porn in this series, for better visualization ;) I haven't been feeling in a very 'writing mood' so please excuse the lack of episodes + this short one. I'm working on the endings but I can't get myself to love what I'm writing at the moment. I don't want to release stuff I'm not proud of. Hope you understand <33

Word Count: 1,346 Warnings: MDNI, abuse

It’s difficult to keep track of time when you have no clue what time of day it is. You feel like it's been days, maybe weeks? Johnny brings food and takes care of you like he said he would. You fail to see what the end goal is. Is he gonna kill you? Is he planning on releasing you or… is this it? Being held captive in his basement, keeping you alive but you don't get to live life. You’ve grown really fond of him, he’s the highlight of your day whenever he walks through that door. Sure, he’s the only human interaction you get, but it wasn't bad human interaction, certainly doesn’t feel like a hostage situation.  He’s kind and gentle. He sits down and eats with you, youre talking and laughing. If the circumstances were different, you would be head over heels in love with the man. And of course, he fucks you real good. Sometimes he’s rough and other times he’s slow, passionate and loving, making you wonder if he’s as fond of you as you are of him. 

Johnny can't stay with you all the time and he leaves you in the cold and dusty room alone. He brought you a blanket and pillows to keep you company and warm when he’s away. But other than that it was painfully quiet. Sometimes you swear that you hear Leland calling for you. It echoes in your head but when you call for him, you don't get a reply. You know it's your mind playing tricks on you, hallucinating, but you miss Leland. You’re scared of what might've happened to him. With your time alone, you find yourself thinking about him a lot. His playfulness, laugh and charm was burned into your mind, stinging more and more. It's not rare for you to cry as you imagine him holding you. You remember his desperate screams as you were pulled away by Johnny. You hate how complicated everything is. You hate that you can't decide between the two men when the answer should be so simple. 

Your thoughts get interrupted when you hear the familiar door open again. It's Johnny and he’s holding your breakfast… or lunch… or dinner, you're not really sure which meal it is. It feels like your mind goes blank whenever you see him, you shoot him a warm smile and get up to greet him. You walk over and balance on your toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, he has to lean forward a little to have you reach him. “How did my woman sleep?”. Based on his question, you assume maybe this could be breakfast then. “She was lonely without her man to keep her company”, you make a pouty face and cross your arms. You were playful in your tone but you were serious. It was always so miserable and scary sleeping alone. He has slept with you a couple times but recently says he’s too busy to spend all that time with you. You hold some resentment, but you’re happy he’s back. 

He puts your plate on the ground by the mattress and comes back to give you a big hug. He holds you in his arms for a while without saying anything. Your head is pressed against his hard chest and you hear his heartbeat. “I missed you so much today, I couldn't even do my work proper… You were on my mind too much” his voice is low, like he hates admitting it to himself. You smile and look up at him, giving him a quick peck. He turns the quick kiss into a long and passionate one. He’s cupping your face with both hands and making out with you like he hadn't seen you in years. You welcomed his kiss, you had missed him too. His touch was enough to make you feel like you're floating. But you keep getting flashes of Leland. He’s haunting you. The more you enjoyed Johnny's presence, the more of Leland you saw and you think a big reason is because you think Johnny is the cause for something bad having happened to him. 

At the very least… you have to know. You have to find out what Johnny did to him. Is he still in that room waiting for you to come back? Does he think youre dead or did his mouth dig his own grave? Making Johnny kill him? You had so many questions and all of them could be answered by the man kissing you. You break away from the kiss and look down. “What’s wrong, doll?”. His voice is concerned and his brows are furrowed as he tries lifting your chin to make him face you. You reject his touch and continue looking down, you know he’s getting more and more worried. “...w-what did you do to him?” Your voice is soft and quiet. Johnny is so good to you, so kind but you're scared the mention of his name will make him snap. He sighs. “what i did to who?...”. He’s not asking cause he doesn't know, he's asking cause he’s testing you. You don't care if he snaps, you have to know. “...W-what did you do to Leland?”. His name was like a trigger and he grabs your face, harder than he’s ever done before. “Don't you ever utter his name. Besides, why do you care? You have me. Am I not enough?”. He squeezes harder with that last question, he’s hurt that you would bring him up. “you… y-you’re hurting me Johnny”, your voice is soft and careful. “Answer my question”. His voice is weak, he’s hurting and demanding for you to validate the feelings he already has for you, thinking you felt the same way towards him. “you’re more than enough”. Tears are streaming down your face at this point. It was true though, he was enough but that didn't erase the feelings you had for Leland. 

His grip loosens and he steps away from you, putting his hands behind his head, then on his hips. He’s pacing back and forth not knowing what to say or do. “Why do you fucking care about him anyways? You met him the same damn night you met me. You've spent more time with me than you did with him”. You don't know what to say, you don't even know what he wants you to say. It's a question designed to trap you no matter the answer. “I don't care about him… i- i just don’t…” he interrupts you. “Well obviously you do care, otherwise you wouldn't bring it up, would you?”. His voice is angrier than it's ever been and for the first time, you're scared for your life in his presence. “I’m sorry… it won't happen again” Your voice is weak and you try hugging yourself to calm yourself down, a form of self soothing. “Damn right it won’t happen again… I mean FUCK” He kicks your food that was laid on the ground. The food goes flying and the plate nearly hits you but you manage to dodge just in time. You hug yourself harder, trying to shrink yourself. Maybe if you stayed still enough, he wouldn't see you. He walks over to you and the sight of him angrily approaching, makes you backup a little. He grabs you by your hair and gets close to your face. His grip is hard and he’s hurting you again. “You’ve lost food privileges, I'll be back in a week”. He lets go of your hair and almost throws you away like he was disgusted seeing your face. He starts walking out of the door and you run after him crying, grabbing his forearm trying to pull him back. You don't care even if he slaps you, you didn't want him to leave you, especially for a week. You don’t care about the food, you want him. “Let go” he says simply and pulls himself from your grip and locks the door behind himself. You fall to the ground crying hysterically.

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Ever Unlocked

Part 4: An Uneventful Shift

Part 3: Coffee & Mints

pairing: Officer!Leon Kennedy x Coroner’s Assistant!Reader

warnings: sexual themes, thoughts of burglary and assault, thoughts of fingering and mentions of female and male anatomy (i am not use to doing these please correct me on any!)

A soft drip, the gurgle of the coffee machine, the patter of the rain still beating against the double paned windows. It was uneventful to say the least. Racoon City seemed to slow down on days like today... and yesterday. The hustle and bustle of the city always died down when the rainstorms blew through. Dark clouds creeping over the buildings, the streetlights fighting away the darkness that encroached upon the vibrant population. Officers sat back in their chairs, idly chatting about the newest football game. Leon could even hear the secretaries gossiping about some show they had caught the new episode of. What he couldn't see was her. Her office closed behind the dark oak door, maybe he took an unnecessary amount of bathroom breaks just to hear her voice through the door and maybe he took a few seconds longer to stretch in front of her office just to catch the end of a conversation between her and Rebecca. His lips pull back as he heard a little chuckle come from the voice, he became so familiar with after such a short amount of time.

"-no because that's exactly what Chris said. Why would Anna choose Brendan over Micheal? Micheal is so handsome, those big brown eyes. Those sharp cheek bones-", Rebecca had a love-struck look, her green eyes shining in the fluorescents. "I'm more into guys with blue eyes.", her words were soft, almost like a shy admittance. "Blue eyes, huh?", Rebecca's teasing tone caused a flush to come to the apples of her assistant's cheeks. "Blue eyes like a certain rookie has?", her body leaned closer to the flustered girl. "W-what?", her hand raised to try and cover her embarrassment. "I see the way he looks at you.", Rebecca leaned back in her desk chair, "Those heart eyes, practically bulging out of his head when you walk by.", she gave the younger girl a knowing look. "and to see you both come into work together this morning... are you hiding something from me?", Rebecca was all about work gossip. She knew everything and anything about any person in RPD. Her lips wrapping around the lip of her coffee cup. "He just took me home last night, it was raining and you know my car has bad breaks.", she huffed turning back to look at Rebecca. "Did you finish up that McGrath file, Officer Kennedy needed it.", she reached for the file under her boss's elbows. "Don't go changing the subject on me.", Rebecca's fingers slid the file further away from the woman.

 

Her eyes rolled at the childish behavior from her higher up. "I am not changing the subject, I'm trying to do my job.", she reached over, fingers barely brushing past the manila folder, barely missing her target as the older woman pushed it further. "Becca!", an exasperated look befell her face. "What?!", Rebecca mimicked her tone, "I want to know about your night with Leon Kennedy.", she wiggled her brows. "Did you guys fuck-?", "Rebecca Chambers!", her voice was strained, her eyes bugging out as she looked at the brunette. "That is not appropriate!", she was stunned, Rebecca was always so nosey and she couldn't even think about fucking Leon-

"It's just a question, he's cute. Definitely a little too shy for his own good, but cute.", Rebecca waved her hand dismissively. "Don't be a prude, i bet he's got a big-", Rebecca was cut off with a knock to the door. "Sorry to interrupt.", Leon's voice was clearly jittery, his cheeks tinted a delicate pink. She felt like hiding under the desk. How long had he been standing outside that damned door? She could see herself reaching and stabbing the pen in her eye or even just having the floor open up and swallow her whole. "Oh, hey, Leon.", Rebecca's tone was telling, her eyes narrowing in a mischievous glare. "We were just talking about you.", it felt like she was truly going to explode as Rebecca continued to flap her lips. "About me? Good things, I hope.", his fingers brushed at the short hair sprouting from the back of his head, head turning to face away from the two women. He'd definitely overhead them- her- Rebecca. "Only good things.", Rebecca shifted in her seat, chin resting upon her palm, supported by the desk. An awkward silence filled the air between the three, her hands gripped the desk tightly, her eyes staring out at the middle of the room, settling on the red and gold carpet. Rebecca held that smug smirk as she watched Leon, who was shifting his feet at the door.

  "I- I came for that file.", he turned his attention to the assistant, his eyes taking in her blush. He wanted to reach out and brush those rosy cheeks, he wondered if she'd blush while he had his hands down that pretty black skirt, if her full lips would part while her eyes fluttered closed. A harsh breath of air sucked through her teeth as his fingers brushed over her clothed cunt. Head tilted back into his shoulder as he brushed her hair from her face, wanting to get a better look at her, those soft strands of hair entangled around his fingers, catching in a tangled piece as he swirled his finger on the bundle of nerves. The fabric sticky and wet with arousal, his lips would find a home on her pulsating jugular, nipping her flesh with the mark of his love, his animalistic desire to have her. He was nearly drooling. He hadn't noticed her take the file from Rebecca with a pointed glare, her eyes narrowed as she flicked through it, checking over the inked words, she insured he had all the information he needed before she held it out to him.

  "Officer Kennedy?", she had a soft whine to her tone, her fingers soft against the stiff paper. "Are you okay?", her words broke his thoughts, the image fading from his mind as he looked down at the folder, "Oh, thank you.", his fingers brushed hers as he took a step closer, his boot thudding softly against the wooden flooring. "I know you said you'd text but...", he paused, fingers tightening around the folder, her hands were so soft. He bet the skin of her ass and breasts was just as soft and supple. He hadn't really had a solid reason to visit, besides the fact he just wanted to see her, walking past the closed door every 30 minutes and hearing her voice wasn't enough. It would never be enough until he had her in his grasp. To have her folded underneath his weight, her thighs pressed to her chest as he finally got to feel her around himself. He could feel his uniform pants tightening around his groin, a nearly inaudible grunt leaving his lips as he took a moment to step forwards once more. His thighs nearly bumping her desk. The manila folder laid across his crotch, holding it to hide the ever growing semi he gained from daydreaming.

  "Lieutenant Branagh wanted me to go ahead and start on this case since we're having a slow day.", he hadn't let his eyes leave hers, her chin tilted up to look at him. The desire to walk closer, to take a step around her desk and into her aura was nearly too strong for him to ignore. "It is pretty slow today, but considering the alternative, I'd say that's a good thing.", she offered him that shy smile she would shoot him from time to time as he caught her eye over the weeks. "You're definitely right.", he wouldn't deny the truth in her words, he just wished he had more time with her. More time to sit and bask in her presence. She felt like a goddess to him, something looming in his brain, something causing him to tick in ways he hasn't before. His dick twitched at the sight of her, his mind fogging over with positions he dreamed of putting her in, he was so fucking shy it was embarrassing. How could he think such disgusting things while being nearly idiotic in front of her?

  Rebecca took another sip as she watched the two from her side of the office. She'd noticed the hard on Leon rocked and the doe eyed look her assistant was giving the rookie cop. It wasn't hard to see how they reacted to each other. As if the two had been struck by Cupid's arrow. "Well, i think it's time for me to get back to work.", she stood up, coffee still in hand as she turned to go down the hallway to the cold storage. "Just make sure the file gets typed up once he's done with it.", she called over her shoulder, giving them both the alone time they needed, she was silently rooting for them. Leon Kennedy, the socially awkward pretty boy and her very pretty, equally as awkward assistant. Rebecca was definitely going to tell Chris about this later.

"I'm sorry-", she blurted out as soon as Rebecca had walked away, her blush reappearing as if a magic trick. "i- we- she-", she grimaced, "that wasn't appropriate for us to talk about.", she felt bad for Leon having to overhear Rebecca's inappropriate comments about his body. "I did not try to strike up that kind of conversation-", she was rambling, her hands rubbing at that black skirt he so badly wanted to rip off of her, wiping the sweat from her palms. "It's no problem, really.", he leaned down slightly to grab her attention. "In my few months here, I've kinda picked up on her personality. She's very...", Leon had a hard time as he thought of a work safe word to describe the short haired brunette who seemed to love knowing everyone's business. "nosey?", she offered, her head leaning back, an annoyed sigh leaving her nostrils. "That woman knows things that i wish i never had to hear about.", her chair squeaked as she stretched out her back, leaning back over the keyboard in front of her. "She does seem like she could get a bit overwhelming.", his utility belt bumped into the arm of the upholstered chair as he took a seat in front of her desk, the same one he fell asleep in yesterday.

  "Overwhelming perfectly explains Rebecca.", she let out a slight laugh, an amused half smirk on her lips as her fingers typed at the half finished Gonzales file, a man, stabbed to death in his apartment over a robbery gone wrong. It was near her apartment too. "Which, with the slow day, she's more talkative than ever. I'm surprised she didn't explode while she was at home alone yesterday. You'd think all that silence would have her at her wits end.", Leon couldn't help but laugh at the words coming from her. "Yeah, you'd be lonely if she exploded, though.", the laugh from her lips, caused by him, had Leon beaming. He loved when she reacted to the things he said... did. He couldn't help the dark thoughts that came over his mind, if he tried now, reached for those perky breasts that peeked from her white blouse, would she push him away? Would she allow him to touch her in such a intimate way? It disturbed him slightly to think about her that way. He hadn't had thoughts like these before, doing things like checking her trash and mentally noting everything about her. He hadn't acted this way with his ex girlfriend. It was her, she made him act and think in ways he hadn't before. Making him worry about her while she slept away in those purple sheets, did she sleep naked? Could he sneak into that open window and find out? The dull aching in his cock has him closing his eyes. He'd have to take care of that soon, he could barely hear her, her words melting together in a blurb as his needs took over his mind. Fuck- he needed her, soon. He was trying his damndest to be slow with her, move at a pace she was comfortable with but for him it was becoming a personal hell.

  His mind was so clouded with her, these new found urges, it was wrong to plan how to sneak into her home. It was her fault for telling him that she didn't lock her damn doors. She shouldn't be so much of a brainless woman, it angered him. She was tempting him, she- she had to want this, right? That's the only reason she would tell him that. That's it- she wanted him to know about her ever unlocked door, her unlocked and open window in her bedroom, god, she really must want him, but it was wrong to want to want to watch her while she was in the safety of her own home. That's the thing- she wasn't safe. Her damn need to act as careless and as stupid as she did. Did she want someone to break in and take advantage of her, have someone break in and steal, torture her- he didn't like the thought of that. He had to teach her better, but part of him liked how naive she was. She could come to him... she could find safety in him. So what if someone broke into her home, stole a few things and left it blatantly obvious that they wanted to return? Would she come to him in fear, searching for a sense of protection? Could he be her savior, her protector? Could he be the one that got to shelter her from the dirty world? He could. He would.

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Fic Name: Nothing you could ever do will make me leave you

Pairing: Elle Greenway x Reader

Words: 1292

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Death, (basically the whole conversation between Elle and Lee in Season 2 episode 5 from 40:37 - 42:57)

Content: This takes place right after Elle shoots Lee and how she deals with it

A/N: I love writing Elle I miss her so much

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"Honey i'm home" Elle called out to you around 4am. "I'm so sorry i'm late the jet didn't take off for ages and Hotch wanted to do a hotel but-" She started to ramble.

"It's okay love, just come back to bed" you replied tardily, still mad at her for coming home so late without a text or call to let you know she would be home so late.

"Y/N I-" she started as she already was in her pajamas.

"Elle stop it we can talk about this tomorrow, just- come on the bed is cold without you" You spoke agitated but still caring.

"Okay" she sighed softly as she slipped into bed hugging your waist.

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You woke up the next morning to a cold bed.

"Elle?" you called out to her.

"In here love" She called out to you from the kitchen.

"Hey, what's all this?" you said gesturing to the breakfast she was making as you walked into the kitchen.

"I'm making breakfast for my; sweet, funny, beautiful girlfriend" Elle smiled as she kissed you.

"That's sweet" you smiled into the kiss.

You pulled back from the kiss as soon as it was done.

"Elle" you sighed "we need to talk about what happened yesterday"

She couldn't look at you in the eyes "I know, I'm sorry"

"Look, whatever happened nothing will make me love you any less" as childish as it was you stuck out your pinkie, which she did the same in turn.

"You promise you won't leave?" Elle sighed.

"I promise"

"You know, when I first started this job, the sound of my phone ringing, a call from the Bureau, I used to get so excited, the blood used to race through my veins" her breath started getting heavier "and now, that same sound it paralyses me" she continued "I'm not the same person anymore, that night at Lee's if I had to do it again, I wouldn't change a thing."

"I'm sorry honey? Did you say Lee? What did you do?" you said as you both sat down on the kitchen stools.

"Y/N I messed up, she started to sob harder, you just took her into your embrace and hugged her as tight as you can whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

"I- That night I went over to speak to Lee, I waited for him to come home and I went to confront him" She stopped in the middle her sentence.

"Go on" I suggested calmly as I still held her.

"I spoke to him as he came around the corner I said 'is this what you do? you wait for them to get home?' he tried to run away but there was no where to go so I stayed, my eyes locking with his, his reply Y/N was 'you're not supposed to be here' can you believe that" she scoffed "I held my own with him I was not going to back down I was going to appear confident with someone like that, I told him "Oh, you can't talk to a woman without a gun in your hand? you and I both know what you are! and you're not going to hurt women any more"

You nodded understanding and encouraging her to continue.

"'I would never hurt them, you know that' was his next reply, it's why you let me go' can you believe that? I never let him go"

"Did you tell him that?" you kissed her temple

"Yeah that was my next sentence I told him 'I didn't let you do anything' we stood there for what felt like so long and- and" her breath hitched.

"Do you want to carry on?" You asked softly

"Yeah I just need some-" you knew your girlfriend and you knew her needs so you got up to get her a bottle of water, which she thanked you for as she drank most of it and then gave it to you to hold.

"And then he said that I was very pretty" her cries grew louder, so I was obviously disgusted with him so I walked closer to him and I asked him 'what did you say to me?' Elle turned to you, as you were obviously wondering what happened next "He didn't say anything by the way" She looked up to you and kissed you which you reciprocated "he changed the subject he said 'why do you chose to a job this dangerous?' not answering his question he changed it again he said 'you should find a man to take care of you' she scoffed and cried at the same time, so I had to think quickly right?"

"Right" you smiled at her indicating her to carry on

"I said 'Oh like you took care of all those women?' and then HE said 'now you're trying to interrogate me, you know you're not supposed to do that' I was angry Y/N/N i was so mad, so I told him the truth I said 'I'm just here to let you know that I'm not gonna rest until you go away' My confidence never once faltered yet I guess he saw right through me"

"What do you mean?" You were genuinely surprised because you've seen Elle on the Field before due to also being in the BAU.

"He said 'No. You're here because you want me to say thank you' I told him he was sick and he said 'really? because without you I would still be locked up'" Elle began to sob again, so you kissed her head a few times, she leaned over to grab the water which you gave to her. "I told him I said 'I didn't let you walk' he took a few steps closer to me so our faces were barely touching and he said to me thank you again and he said 'you've made a lot of women very happy' I didn't say anything as he turned to walk away and I was going to let him walk away again and then this is where I messed up badly Y/N" you didn't say anything you just nodded anxiously waiting for her to say where she messed up. So I turned around and I said "Hey Lee" to get his attention and I shot him Y/N I shot him"

"What happened next?" Your breathing was calm trying not to give anything away.

"I waited for hours, the police eventually came and asked me what happened, I told them that 'I was having a conversation with him, he drew his weapon and I fired' they asked me if I was okay and I told them that I was and thanked them for asking if I was okay'

"Elle" You breathed out.

You calmed Elle down five minutes later as she got up from the kitchen stools and walked to your shared bedroom, which you followed her as started packing a bag.

"Elle? What are you doing?" You furrowed your brow as you questioned her.

"Y/N I killed someone I know you want me out of here" Elle's tears started rolling down her face again.

"Sit down" you gestured to the end of the bed, she sat down with her hands between her head and her feet on the floor, you knelt down in front of her and caressed her thighs "Nothing you could ever do will make me leave you Elle, unpack the stuff, you're stuck with me" She smiled as she thought you were joking "I'm serious Elle, Im not going anywhere, I love you so much"

"I love you too" Elle pulled you up for a hug, resulting in you landing on her on the bed, you stayed there as you kissed her all over her face, staying in her warm embrace.

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Johnny and Dora | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Gun use, mention of alcohol, not proofread

Author's note: This is basically the episode from Brooklyn 99 in season two where Amy and Jake get together. I'm fully aware that the BAU might not work on an identity theft case, but let's just pretend they do for the sake of this story, yeah?  

Words: 4.078

Y/N wasn’t too sure how she’d ended up in this position. One minute she was trying to catch Brooklyn’s most prolific identity thief they had been chasing for days in New York, the next she had her co-worker pressed up against a tree with her lips on his. 

It had all started when the BAU team was sent to Brooklyn, New York to investigate an identity theft that had been haunting Brooklyn for a couple months now. The team was working hard to find the man responsible for the crime, working every possible angle and trying to figure out the how and why before actually going en-route to catch the guy. 

“Tonight, Augustine will be handing off the laptop to a buyer from China,” Detective Peralta told them, concluding his briefing to the BAU team. 

Hotch nodded his head before turning to his team. “Reid, Y/L/N, I want you tailing Augustine until he makes the drop, then arrest him and the buyer.”

“Good call, though I suppose I could take Morgan,” Spencer objected with a light tone. “I’m sure Y/L/N has something better to do…” 

“No, I don’t,” she replied, confused as to why he would say that. 

“Really?” asked Spencer. “‘Cause I swore I overheard you saying to Prentiss you didn’t like… tailing… people…” 

Y/N stared at him with an incredulous look. “You think I said that?” 

“Word for word,” Spencer said with a slow nod of his head as though he was trying to convince no one but himself. 

Y/N stared at the man in disbelief until Hotch cut in between the two. “All right, enough. Prentiss and Morgan will join them in a surveillance van.” 

The detectives and the BAU team all dispersed. Y/N was determined to find out what was happening with Spencer. They had gotten along since the day she joined the team over a year ago. To say his sudden change of demeanor towards her confused her was an understatement. 

“Okay, what did I do?” she asked, slamming the door of the breakroom shut so the two of them had some privacy. Spencer looked up from where he was making his coffee, confusion written in his eyes. “Why are you so bent on keeping me off this case?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Spencer muttered as he turned back to his coffee. 

Scoffing, y/n shook her head. “Come on, Spence. Is it because I finished your report for you last week? Because I was just trying to help you. I knew you wanted to leave early to call your mother.” 

With a sigh, Spencer turned to look at the woman. “I don’t care about that. I appreciate you doing that.” 

“Then what is it?” 

Inhaling deeply as if to calm himself down, Spencer put down his hot coffee again and took a few tentative steps towards y/n. He stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep him from fidgeting so much. “The reason I didn’t want to work with you is–” he puffed out a nervous breath. “C-can you not look at me like that?” he asked, suddenly changing the topic. 

Y/N was looking at him with interest, her head tilted ever so slightly, her eyes swimming with worry. 

“Like what?” 

“Never mind,” he grumbled and went back to his coffee. 

“No, Spence. Tell me what’s going on so I can fix it. I hate having  you mad at me.” 

Taking another deep breath, Spencer’s eyes met y/n’s. “Fine… I just… Remember when you told me you’d never want to date any law enforcement?” Y/N nodded her head slowly, trying to understand what he was saying. “It kinda… It kinda bummed me out?” 

“What?” The one-worded question came out in a soft whisper. 

“I was kind of thinking about asking you out…” 

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat. “Oh… Okay…” she brought out, not really sure what else to tell him. 

“But I know that that’s not what you want, and I totally get it…” 

“Spence…” y/n heaved in a deep breath. “This is weird… And the whole reason for me not dating anyone in the field is so it wouldn’t be weird at work, you know?” 

Spencer offered her a soft smile. “Okay, then just– let’s make it not weird, okay? This is a case; we work cases together all the time, and we’re really good at it, so, you know, we’re professionals.” 

“That’s all I want,” y/n responded steadfastly. “For us to be professional.” 

Nodding his head, Spencer reached for his coffee again and as he passed y/n, he placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. 

Later that day, Spencer, y/n, Derek and Emily followed behind Augustine in their surveillance van. The bright red car they’d been following brought them to a fancy-looking restaurant. 

Confused, y/n turned to her co-workers. “Why’s he getting out here?” she asked. “I thought that detective told us he was going to be dropping it off at the park?” 

“Maybe he’s having dinner with his sidepiece first,” Emily countered. 

Y/N’s eyes landed on the object in Augustine’s hand. “He’s got the laptop with him,” she told them. “We should just arrest him right here.” 

“No,” Spencer replied. “The buyer’s the bigger collar. We gotta follow him in and wait for the handoff.” 

Nodding her head, y/n moved to open the door, only for Derek to stop her. “You can’t go in like that. You look like FBI.” 

“Right, you’re right,” y/n whispered as she shook off her blazer and unbuttoned her shirt a little further. “How’s that?” she asked Spencer, who was sitting next to her. A blush fanned his cheeks and reached the tips of his ears as he turned away from her. 

“I don’t know,” he stuttered. 

Emily chuckled at Spencer’s nervous behavior while Derek shook off his leather jacket. “Here, wear this,” Derek said and handed the black piece of clothing to her. Surprisingly, Derek’s jacket fit her very well. 

Once the jacket was hanging off her shoulders, she turned to Spencer and untied his tie. “What are you doing?” he asked, nervously while she lifted his tie over his head and handed it to Emily. 

“For heaven’s sake, Spence, just trust me,” she all but grumbled and unbuttoned a couple of his buttons too. “All right, think we’re good to go.” 

The two of them walked inside the restaurant, scanning the place for the suspect. “Did you know that restaurants are germ-infected? Even the tables are germ-hotspots, especially during rush-hours when the staff is more focused on giving peop–” 

“Spence,” y/n nudged him to shut him up. 

“Right, sorry,” he whispered. “Do you have eyes on–”

Y/N grabbed his arm and cleared her throat. Once Spencer’s eyes landed on who she had seen, he smiled politely. “The hostess stand,” he finished his sentence. “Hi. Table for two, please.” 

The suspect and his girlfriend were right in front of him, talking to the hostess. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, there’s nothing available. We’re totally booked up,” the woman replied. 

Knowing they weren’t going to get in unless they had a really good reason for the woman to make an exception. Without thinking twice about it, she grabbed Spencer’s bicep and leaned in closer to him. “Oh, that’s horrible. Tonight’s a really big night for us. Johnny and I just got engaged and this is where we had our first date,” she said dreamily. 

Spencer looked down at her for a moment in surprise. Over the years of having known her, he’d wanted her to say something along those lines for a very long time. While she was oblivious to his little crush, the rest of their co-workers weren’t, which is why it was always them two who got paired up to do stuff like this. 

“Oh, yeah, it would mean so much to Dora and me…” Spencer chimed in, jumping on the idea immediately. “I-I would’ve made reservations, but I didn’t know if she was going to say yes…” 

“Aww, I love how nervous you were, you little goose,” she cooed before leaning up and kissing his cheek, catching the man completely off guard. 

The look he gave her was one of surprise mixed with confusion. He had no clue what was happening. 

“You two are just the cutest,” the hostess said with a hand over her heart. “I’m sure we can find room for two young lovers.” 

It was the way she said it that made the butterflies in her stomach well up. Aside from herself, no one had ever even thought about them being lovers, let alone called them it. 

“Yeah,” Spencer croaked. “We are two lovers… Together… In beds…” 

“Okay,” she whispered, trying to keep her composure. 

The hostess asked them to follow her to the waiting area and told them they just needed a moment to free up a table for them. As y/n and Spencer stood together at the high table, she couldn’t help but glance over at him. He looked very handsome tonight. Having decided to discard his tie and loosen up a couple of buttons was a good call. She couldn’t deny that it did look very good on him. 

“Sorry about springing that engagement stuff on you,” y/n told him. 

Spencer shook his head. “No, no, no. That was great. It’s what’s got us in here.” He inhaled sharply before jokingly adding, “The cheek-kiss was a bit much though. And wet.” 

Smirking, y/n tilted her head a little. “What can I tell you? Dora’s sloppy.” 

Both of them chuckled but before either could add anything else, the hostess reappeared at their table. “All right, your table is ready. You can follow me.” 

They nodded their heads and followed behind the woman. “Okay, we can go back to being Spencer and y/n on the lookout for the suspect,” Spencer muttered, almost glad he didn’t have to sit through an entire dinner pretending he was madly in love with her as it wouldn’t even be pretending on his part. It would kill him knowing that all of it would be over when the case was done. 

“All right, there you go,” the hostess said, placing down the menus on their table. When the couple co-workers looked up, they realized they had gotten a table right next to the suspect and his date. 

The girlfriend gasped as she turned to y/n and Spencer. “You’re the couple that just got engaged.” 

“That’s us!” Spencer exclaimed as he reached for y/n’s hand. “Johnny and Dora,” he said, holding up your intertwined hands. “Definitely a couple…” 

Y/N and Spencer took their seats, both of them chuckling nervously. Augustine and his girlfriend even sprung them champagne and oysters to celebrate their fake engagement. 

“Wow, champagne and oysters,” y/n said with a sarcastic tone. “You really shouldn’t have, guys.” 

“Well, it’s a special night,” said Augustine. “So when did you guys meet?” 

Not having practiced any of this, the two lovebirds weren’t quite in sync with their backstory. “Last year,” y/n responded while Spencer went for “Two years ago.” 

Upon seeing the confused looks of Augustine and his companion, y/n chuckled. “We first met two years ago but we don’t count it because…” 

“I was dating a super smart scientist,” Spencer finished her sentence. 

“And I was dating the bassist of an up-and-coming Brooklyn-based band,” y/n continued the lie. 

“Anyways, about a year ago, we bumped into each other again in a bar and…” Spencer turned to y/n with a soft look on his face. “We haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other since.” 

Y/N hummed, unable to wipe the smile on her face. 

Augustine’s girl propped her head up on her hand, her elbow resting on the table. “So, how did you know she was the one?” she asked Spencer dreamily. 

Sighing, Spencer turned back to his fake-fiancée. “I’d love to answer that,” he said, surprising y/n a little. She was curious to hear what he was going to come up with. “Um, you know, just whenever I look at her face… and the… attached physique,” he answered a little awkwardly as though he didn’t want to say what he actually thought of her. 

“And you?” the girl asked y/n. 

Y/N’s eyes locked with Spencer’s and she couldn’t help but smile as her insides melted at the sight of his honeycomb eyes. “He’s the smartest guy I know and … he makes me laugh,” she responded honestly. 

“And, you know,” Spencer chimed in again, looking at the other couple. “There’s really no one else’s opinion who I care about more than hers, so…” When he looked back up at Y/N, he saw something in her eyes that he had never seen before and Spencer had studied those beautiful eyes before, remembering every detail about it thanks to his eidetic memory. 

“Okay, so enough chit-chat, let’s see the ring!” 

Panicking a little, y/n moved the ring from her ring finger on the right side to to one on the left before showing her hand to the woman. The ring was one she had gotten from her grandma when she had graduated from the academy. Y/N had always worn it as a token of good luck. It was the thing that kept her safe. 

The girl gasped. “It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed as she studied it. The band looked like twigs from the rose bushes in her grandmother’s garden with a small diamond that presented the rose. It reminded y/n of the days she’d spent at her grandparents’ house and helped her grandma with the rose bushes. 

“When I saw this ring, I knew I had to get it for her as it reminded me of the rose bushes her grandma had in her garden. Whenever Dora talks about spending time with her grandma in the garden, her eyes light up like a child’s on Christmas Eve and I just knew…” Spencer explained and though y/n knew in the back of her mind that all of this was just a ruse, she couldn’t help but turn into mush on the inside. 

How y/n survived the entire dinner without turning into a puddle, she didn’t know, but she somehow managed to get through to dessert. 

“Can you get the car from the valet, babe?” Augustine said to his girlfriend, handing her the keys. “I’m gonna go in the back and say hi to the chef.” Spencer and y/n exchanged glances when they noticed Augustine reaching for the laptop. 

“Good luck on your wedding, guys,” the girl said to them. “Oh, have fun on your honeymoon!”

“We will,” Spencer replied. “We’re going to Waco, Texas,” he said a little too excitedly. 

The girl looked at him for a moment before chuckling, “Huh, okay. Bye!” 

“Bye,” y/n greeted, giving her a wave that she couldn’t even see anymore, before turning to Spencer. “Waco, Texas?” 

“I’m sorry,” Spencer hissed. “It just slipped out.”

Shaking her head, y/n put the napkin down on her half-eaten dessert before scraping her chair back. “Let’s go, Augustine’s making the drop.” 

Spencer nodded and followed y/n to the kitchen where they found Augustine with the chef. “Look, there’s the buyer,” y/n pointed out, but then got confused when Augustine didn’t hand over the laptop. “Or he’s just actually saying hi to the chef?” 

As Augustine turned, his eyes landed on the couple near the door. “Oh, no. He’s seen us,” Spencer whispered and before he could properly think twice about it, he cupped y/n’s cheeks and kissed her on the lips. 

Confused and surprised, y/n wasn’t too sure what to do but then decided to follow along and melted into the kiss. His lips somehow slotted perfectly with hers and the tingle in the pit of her stomach felt natural. 

“Excuse me,” Augustine’s voice interrupted them. 

“Oh, sorry,” Spencer apologized. “We were just looking for a place to, uh…” 

A little groggy from that spine-tingling kiss, y/n finished Spencer’s sentence while holding onto him for dear life. “Boink…” 

“Yep. Boink…” Spencer agreed. “That’s my preferred term for it as well.” 

Y/N nodded her head to try and sell the point further. “I get it,” Augustine then said. “Newly engaged kids. Enjoy.” 

The couple watched as Augustine was out of sight before springing apart. “Good. Good, good, good, good,” Spencer mumbled, trying to convince himself. We kept our cover intact. Nice work.” 

“Quick professional thinking out there, Reid. Very quick. Very professional,” y/n rambled, not entirely thinking straight just yet. 

Trying to keep up his poise and to remind himself that they are, in fact, working, Spencer held out his hand for her to shake, which she quickly did. “Agent,” he said ceremonially. 

“Doctor,” y/n responded before the two of them headed out of the restaurant. 

As the couple joined their co-workers in the van again, they felt a little awkward. Neither of them was saying anything. Not to each other. Not to Emily and Derek. The two at the front found it slightly weird that Spencer wasn’t spewing facts and y/n wasn’t singing along to one of her favorite songs that was playing on the radio. 

“Okay, you’re being weird,” Derek pointed out. “What happened?” 

“Spencer and I kissed,” y/n responded with a roll of her eyes. 

“WHAT?!” Emily and Derek exclaimed simultaneously. 

“It was just to keep our cover from being blown,” Spencer responded. “We didn’t have a choice.” 

“Tell me everything!” Emily ordered, overly excited. 

Y/N shook her head. “Em, there’s nothing to tell, okay? It was for work. It was nothing.” She repeated the words in her head to convince herself that it was indeed nothing. That what she felt when Spencer’s lips were on hers was just a reaction to someone kissing her. That it wasn’t because it was Spencer kissing her. 

“Yeah, who cares about a kiss? Call me when you grab each other’s asses,” Derek chimed in. “He’s pulling over,” he then said when the red car in front of them had his blinker on. 

“Nothing like that is gonna happen, okay?” Spencer said before citing some facts about how in theater, the leads of the play almost never fall in love with one another and that it always just stays on-stage. 

“Guys, it’s not a handout,” Derek informed them as they watched Augustine drop off the case, cutting Spencer’s fact-spewing short. “It’s a drop-off.” 

“Okay,” y/n said. “Em, you and Derek follow Augustine.” 

“Right, and you two, follow your hearts,” Emily added, causing y/n to roll her eyes. 

“No, we’re gonna stay with the package.” 

Y/N and Spencer got out of the car and hid behind a tree to keep an eye out on the laptop case. The air was chilly for a summer evening, so y/n was glad she was still wearing Derek’s jacket. 

Spencer turned to y/n. “We’re cool, right?” 

“Yeah, totally,” y/n answered determinedly. “We’re fine.” 

“Good,” Spencer nodded. “You know, I’m actually quite hungry. I never really ended up eating anything at that fancy restaurant.” 

“Same. You know what I’m gonna get when I get to the hotel?” she asked with a grin. 

Spencer nodded his head. “Yeah, you’re gonna order Burger King and you’re gonna get the Crispy Chicken burger with cheesy chili fries, onion rings and a grape Sprite,” he summed up without hesitation. The fact that he’d remembered her exact order from Burger King surprised her and surprisingly also turned her on a little bit. 

“That’s exactly what I’m gonna get…” she mumbled, trying to shake off the feeling. 

While Spencer went on a ramble about what he was going to eat, y/n was distracted by the man a few feet away from them, closer to the package. She wasn’t paying much attention to anything Spencer was saying as she was trying to determine whether or not that was their UnSub. 

“Spence,” y/n tried to cut him off, but he kept on going with some facts about the restaurant he always went to. “Spence, he’s looking at us…” Before Spencer could turn his head to look at whatever y/n was looking at, she had already grabbed his face and brought his lips to hers, pressing him against the tree. 

Once again ignoring the feeling in the pit of her stomach, y/n opened an eye to watch the buyer walk off with the laptop in hand. She detached herself from Spencer and reached for her gun, stopping the guy in his tracks. 

“FBI! Freeze! We are co-workers!” she yelled, mostly to remind herself. 

“You’re under arrest!” Spencer joined in, pointing his gun at the man, too. “This is a work event!” 

Later that night, y/n found herself in her hotel room, pacing the floor with her crispy chicken burger getting colder and colder with every minute she didn’t touch it. She couldn’t stop her brain from rethinking everything that had happened that day. Every time she remembered the kiss with Spencer, her insides tingled and her heart skipped several beats. 

None of this made sense. She had been able to go about her days for the last year without thinking about Spencer this way. The thought had crept up on her once or twice, but she had always managed to shake it off. Why was this time so different? 

Before she could rethink everything, a knock on her door caused her to snap out of it. She secretly prayed it was JJ or Emily, just so she could rehash the whole thing and get everything off her chest. Though when she opened the door, she didn’t find JJ nor Emily there, but instead she was looking into those beautiful honey eyes that had melted her insides mere hours ago. 

“Spencer, I–” 

“Can I come in?” he asked, not allowing her to finish her sentence. Nodding, y/n stepped aside and let him in, closing the door right after. “A lot has happened today, huh?” he asked, wringing his hands in nervousness. 

“Yeah, I-I guess so…” 

Spencer sighed as he let go of his hands and stepped closer to y/n. “Look, y/n, I don’t want anything to get weird between us, okay? I understand why you don’t wanna date anyone in the field and I respect that. So, can we just forget today happened?”  

Going over her options, y/n’s mind skidded back and forth between every kiss and every word they had shared today. She could either ignore everything she had felt today and agree with him, forgetting about it all. Or she could take the plunge and try to figure it out with him. 

“I don’t think I can, Spencer,” she whispered. 

Spencer’s head tilted slightly as his brows furrowed in confusion. “Wh-what do you mean? I–” 

Before he could finish his sentence, y/n took two long strides towards him and cupped his cheeks, much like she had done before in the park, and kissed him deeply. At first, Spencer wasn’t quite sure what was happening, but he quickly melted into her body, grabbing her by the waist to pull her closer. 

“Y/N!” Emily’s voice sounded before they heard the knock on her door. “Can we go out for some drinks?!” 

Y/N looked up at Spencer and offered him a soft smile. “I’ll be right down! Order a Chardonnay for me, will you?” 

The two of them waited until they heard the footsteps of their co-worker recede before heading out the door together. Neither of them said anything. Neither of them needed to, either. They knew what they felt for one another was real and that they needed to figure something out, but that was not going to happen tonight. 

But whatever they would figure out, they would have to thank Johnny and Dora for pushing them this far.  

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