#the first few days i thought it was just jet lag but it wouldn't go away

[binniesbooks]

haihai fayeee!! this is my first time requesting but recently all i can think about is soft dom hyuka 😓😓

softdom!hyuka x sub!reader

nothing to much but hyuka and reader havent seen eachother in a while due to their busy schedules on a free night hyuka goes over to reader’s apartment to play video games and things end up in fluffy sex

• CAN I COME OVER?

HK 002 .F22 2024

wc 2.2k

pairings idolbf!Kai x fem!reader

warnings soft sex, safe sex, fingering, soft dom hyuka, sub reader, marking (+ anything I've missed)

faye's note guys, honestly, i struggle writing soft and fluffy scenes. I just found out lmao 😭 anyway, Hyuka definitely suits soft sex 😋 our pretty boy!

"Kai, I miss you already," you pout, looking at your boyfriend through the screen of your laptop. He chuckled heartily, hugging the plushie in his arms tight.

"I miss you more, little penguin," he smiled. "I'm sorry I'm not there, we haven't finished our tour yet," he added with a sigh, placing his chin on the plushie he was hugging.

"I understand, please take care of yourself, okay? I don't want you to lose weight," you smiled.

"Yes ma'am!" Your laugh resonates within the four walls of your room when he salutes. He looks so silly. He's cute and adorable.

"I'll get going, don't forget to eat your dinner, okay?" You hummed as an answer, waving and waiting for Kai to drop the call.

You sighed, closing your laptop with a heavy heart. It feels like it's been ages since you last hung out with your boyfriend. He's too busy with their world tour. Traveling from one place to another and moving again the next couple of days.

You can't protest though, knowing that your boyfriend loves his job and he's enjoying every moment of it. So you have nothing else to do but wait for him. Besides, he always keeps his promises, no matter what.

So when you saw the news on the TV that they already landed, you quickly sent him a message to just rest for now and just drop by the next few days.

You were getting a bit worried because it's been 4 hours, yet he hasn't replied to your message. It's already 10 o'clock in the evening, and he would normally text you back whenever you sent him one.

While you were pacing back and forth in front of your couch, your phone rang. You quickly answered the call, thinking that something happened to Kai.

"Y/n-"

"Kai! Kai, oh my god!"

"Hey, are you okay?" he answered, his voice hinting with worry. Your knees felt wobbly and weak, so you plopped down on your couch to at least relax a bit.

"I was so worried, I thought something happened to you!" you exclaimed, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. 

"Hey, I'm sorry for not texting you back. I won't do it again, I just thought you wouldn't be this worried about me," he tried to explain.

"How can I not be worried? God knows how worried I was!"

"I'm sorry, can I come over? I'll make it up to you," he said, attempting to coax you.

You sighed, worried that he might still be jet lagged. "Rest for now, Kai. You can drop by tomorrow, okay?"

You heard a heavy sigh from the other line, and you could even picture his pouty face. "Come on now, there's still tomorrow," you cheered him up.

"Fine, fine. Don't let just anyone in, okay?"

You nodded and hummed as an answer, as if he could see you. With another big sigh, you felt relieved. At least you knew he was okay.

Just when you were about to sleep, someone rings your doorbell. "Who in the world!" you exclaimed, throwing your blanket off of you. Because who could be ringing your doorbell in the middle of the night?!

"I swear if this is some type of prank—Kai?" Your boiling blood quickly calmed down after seeing your boyfriend in front of your apartment.

"Hi," Kai said with a little wave of his hand, smiling from ear to ear.

"What are you doing here? I thought I already told you to rest." You sighed, your eyes teary from how overwhelmed you are as you pulled him closer, hugging him tight and sobbing into his chest.

"Hush now, stop crying. Let's go inside, shall we?" he said while gently caressing your back.

You couldn't help but cling to him, as the both of you eventually made your way to the living room. He himself couldn't stop telling you how he missed you. With you leaning your head on his chest while sitting on his lap, he started telling you how the tour went. From how his two hyungs forced him along with Taehyun and Beomgyu to dance their unit song 'The Killa', to him deciding to play a little on their 'Growing Pain' song out of boredom.

You could also feel how your lips were about to be torn because of how you laughed non-stop from his funny stories from their tour. 

Little did you know, how he loves it when you laugh and smile genuinely. He loves the fluttering feeling in his heart. 

"Oh! I remembered something! Me and Soobin hyung played during our break from tours. Do you wanna try? I brought the controllers," he suggested.

Your curious little mind can't help but want to try what he was suggesting. So you nodded and planted a kiss on the tip of his beautiful nose.

"Of course! How dare I say no to your request?" you giggled.

You grabbed his hand and made your way to your bedroom. Settling deep into your bed, Kai booted up the game, story telling continued—he's still not done with it.

While the two of you enjoyed playing in the dead of night, Kai couldn't help but notice your hair tied up into a ponytail, exposing your beautiful neck. He tried gulping down the feeling, but he just couldn't push it back—your neck totally enticed him. 

The occasional bite of his lip and the way he looks at you didn't escape your line of sight. Until the electricity in the room shifted, an undercurrent of something deeper simmered between the two of you. As your characters danced across the screen, your real-life selves drew closer.

In a moment of spontaneity, you leaned in, brushing your lips gently against Kai’s. The kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant, but it ignited a warmth that spread through the both of you—controllers tossed and the video game characters now stuck.

The atmosphere quickly transformed. Walls that separated two worlds crumbled as you explored each other with the same curiosity and excitement the way you navigated through video game quests. The kiss deepened, fingers intertwining and bodies instinctively moving closer, wrapped in an embrace that felt warm and fluffy, like the softest blankets.

In that moment, the boundaries became blurred as Kai put his hands against your skin, and every whispered thought led to more tenderness. The laughter you shared now mixed with soft gasps, and the room filled with an energy only the two of you could understand.

"Sorry, I just... Fuck, I just missed you," Ka murmured with a smile. His thumb drawing small circles on your waist. You cradled his face, not bothering to answer him as you planted a wet kiss to his lips. Kai slightly opened his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around yours.

"Kai, please," you mumbled.

Kai turned you around, pulling you closer to his chest just between his legs as he locks his arm around your waist, his other hand gently rubbing the skin of your thighs. 

"You still smell so sweet," he muttered, planting a kiss on your neck that has been attracting him ever since you two started playing.

"I hope I can bring you on tours, I need you to take care of me," he pouts, his mouth still working wonders on your exposed neck, blossoming marks littered around. His fingers slowly dipped closer to your inner thighs, pushing your soft sleep shorts to the side. Kai ran his middle finger on your clothed pussy, feeling the wet cloth clinging onto your folds. 

With a single buck of your hips, he slips his hand inside your underwear, slowly pushing his ring finger in. Your gasp made him chuckle, twisting his finger inside you.

"K-kai... N-need more..." you pleaded, looking up at him, the rising and falling of his broad chest making you feel more aroused.You whined when he withdrew his finger, placing it on your lips as he whispered, "Sshhh." 

You shook your head as you plead again, wanting to feel more, desperate to cum. "Kai, need you," you slurred.

"Give me a minute." A wide grin grew on his lips as he grabbed his phone, a bright idea popping into his mind. He opened his music app, clicking on one of their most recent songs. He turned the volume down, enough for just the two of you to hear. His fingers returning to your wet folds as the rhythm of the song rings in your ear—it was The Killa.

Your sobs became louder as he pushed his middle finger inside again, twisting and curling to tease you. "K-kai!" You couldn't help but yelp when he slips his middle finger in, carefully fucking you with his digits, their song still softly playing in the background—the clips you saw about Kai dancing to it flashed on your mind.

As your abdomen tightened, his mouth played with your earlobe, occasionally licking, biting, and sucking it."G-gonna cum, please..." You hold his hand, guiding him to move faster and let yourself cum on his fingers. Your back arched against his chest, hands clutching on the sheets as your orgasm washed over you.

Your ragged breathing made Kai smile. "Are you okay?" he asked, kissing your temple while his fingers still move slowly inside you to let you ride out your high.You looked up to him, tilting your head, trying to reach for his lip. Which he responded by lowering his head down to give you a kiss. 

"Need to feel you, Kai. I missed this," you muttered, your breathing uneven.

"You don't need to ask, I missed this just as much as you do."

You quickly got out of bed to take a quick run to the bathroom, scavenging your small cabinet to find the half-used box of condoms you kept around for him to use whenever the two of you wanted to have your alone time.

Kai was already removing his jacket when you returned to your bedroom, showing his now buff build. 

"You've been working out, right?" You smiled, tossing the box on the bed as your hand found its way to Kai's chest.

"Mhm. I want my girl to have something to brag about his boyfriend, at least," he chuckled as he pulled your face to kiss your cheek. You couldn't help but giggle at his actions. He was really sweet and nice towards you. You couldn't ask for more.

Kai tapped the space beside him as he lay down, getting the two of you in the spooning position, one of his arms resting under your head. He pulled his sweats down, just enough for him to free his throbbing cock, giving you a single condom packet, quietly asking you to open it for him. He pumped his cock a few times before he heard a ripping sound coming from the foil material as you passed him the thin piece of rubber.

His hand pulled your sleep shorts down as his hand that was resting under your head wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you flush to his chest. 

"I love you, y/n," he whispered, kissing your ear.

"I love you too, Kai." Your giggle didn't last long and eventually turned into a soft moan when he slowly pushed inside you as he held your waist.

"This is the only reason I love when I am away from you for a couple of months. You get so tight," he moaned just right behind your ear. His words spurred you more.

His hand slowly unbuttoned your sleepwear, exposing your tits. Your breast perfectly fits his hand as he gently massages it while he starts thrusting inside.

"So tight, love, so tight. Fuck, I could barely move," he groans. You tried to answer, but moans and whimpers are the only thing that came out of your pretty mouth.

"Mmphh!" You whined when Kai pushed a little deeper inside you. You could feel how thick his cock was, how veiny and hard it was. "I need you like this on tour. Whenever I feel too tired, I just need you," he whispered, eyes tightly shut as he kept on thrusting inside you.

Your hand reaches back, tangling your fingers on his hair, spurring him further. His name is coming out of your mouth like a chant. Kai was sure he wouldn't last long when he buried his face on your nape, trying to hold back his moan.

He wasn't expecting you to press your hips towards him, and it only made him reach his orgasm faster. His hips stutter as he stilled inside you, strings of loud moans and whimpers came out of his throat. Kai was reeling when you clenched around him cumming on his cock, and he silently wished that you let him hit you raw instead.

Kai pulls away, his body sweaty and sticky, as he discards the condom in the bin next to your bed. He scoots closer to you as he turns you around and lets you lay your head on his chest.

"That was hot. Vanilla but hot," he chuckled, his chest harshly rising and falling.

"Thank you for dropping by," you giggled as you hugged his waist.

His fingers combed through your hair as the two of you slowly drifted to sleep—their song still on repeat, softly playing in the background, mixing with the soft snores coming from the two of you.

@binniesbooks 2024

[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Race 13)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (3.5k words, angst at first, just a little overthinking, then fluff, Fernandos a big sap, sloppy kissing, they're desperate, choking, daddy kink kinda, dry humping, unprotected sex, overstim) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {Now that they can be cute this is so easy to write}

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It'd only been a few days since Lance and Fernando had seen eachother so it made no sense for them to be as excited as they were but that didn't change anything.

Lance had persuaded his father yet again to book the same hotel as the Spaniard, not wanting to spend a moment away from him now that they were together.

They were together, right?

Lance hadn't gotten a straight answer, ahen he asked Fernando what they were he felt stupid, he really felt like a teenager as he looked up to the man and uttered the words.

Fernando said he was whatever Lance wanted him to be but he wasn't sure, did Fernando want to be with him? Was it just casual sex? Is this casual to him? Does he do this with everyone? He felt like his head was spinning as he shoved his face into the pillow of his hotel bed.

Lance was getting bored waiting to see the Spaniard again, knowing he'd been booked a later flight so he wouldn't arrive for ages (he texted Lance 10 minutes ago saying he was 15 minutes away)

His stomach was in knots as he thought about seeing Fernando again, worried things would be awkward, worried Fernando was going to say he made a wrong choice, he felt childish for worrying about things like this. He knew Fernando was more mature than the people he'd had little crushes on, nicer than all of them too, but he couldn't stop worrying that he was going to change.

He was torn away from his thoughts when he heard a knock on his door, jumping out of his bed and peeking through the peeper before opening the door to the Spaniard. He was about to pull him in when Fernando came forward, pulling the Canadian into his arms

"Missed you so much, mi vida" He whispered, squeezing Lance as the boy giggled

"I missed you too, Nando" He responded, closing the door behind them. Lance's hand found its way to the mans head, running his fingers through his overgrown hair

"How are you? Was the flight fine?" Fernando spoke, pulling away to look at him as they spoke

"I'm good, Nando, we were just texting a few hours ago" Lance smiled, still playing with the mans hair "The flight was good, wished you were there"

"Really? Am here now" Fernando hummed, hands settling on the boys hips "Why did you want me there?"

"Not for anything dirty!" Lance said, hitting Fernandos chest and pulling away with a scoff "Dirty, dirty, dirty!"

"You don't wanna go again, Lancito?" The man frowned, trailing after the boy with a whine, it was funny to see how Fernando acted away from the cameras

"I'm jet lagged" Lance lied, turning away from Fernando to hide the smile on his face

"I could help" Fernando whispered, kissing the boys jaw between his words, earing giggles from the ticklish rookie

"Later" He answered, turning to face the Spaniard who looked fairly pleased with the answer

"I can live with that" He smiled, placing his hands on Lance's cheeks as he brought him closer for a kiss, the Canadian happy to give him what he wanted this time. "You look lovely" He felt the Spaniard whisper against his lips, breaking out into giggles, flustered at the sweetness.

They got to the paddock together, walking and talking before they parted ways to get ready for quali, both of their teammates quick to notice what was going on

"So," Nico started, looking at Lance from his side of the garage "Anything exciting happen last week?"

"Uhm" Lance thought, lifting himself up onto the counter behind him "Not that I can think of"

Nico scoffed, shaking his head as he listened to Lance, mr "i'm not gay"

Fernando was pissed, he'd just gotten pole then his team informed him he was given a 2 second time penalty for some bullshit ass reason. Those two fucking seconds bringing him from p1 to p15.

His irritation subsided when he heard a cheery Canadian coming his way, calling his name in a sing-song tone

"Nandooo"

"Hola, Lancito" He hummed a response, turning around to face Lance as he pulled out the chair next to him

"So, on pole again, feel good to be back?"

"Not anymore" He responded, seeing the confused look on Lance's face "Me and Michael got a time penalty for each part so I'm p15"

"What?" He scoffed, Lance confused at the decision "What'd you do wrong?" He asked, the man just shrugging, Lance felt bad especially considering how he'd just walked in talking about Fernando being p1

"Is alright, am winning the championship still" Fernando added, feeling bad at the sight of the sad boy, glad when his face lit up, knowing Fernando was right.

The race started and Lance was off to a good start, passing De La Rosa once again and getting closer to Button ahead of him, it seemed to be going well until turn 6 when his rear wheels locked up, sending him spinning into the barriers in a matter of seconds, all he could do was groan.

"Are you okay, Lance?" Brad asked, Lance feeling like he'd heard that constantly all season

"Yep, I'm fine, sorry." He responded, getting out of the car just in time to see his boyfriend drive past

He was in his drivers room, laying on his stomach since him and Nico both retired at this point of the race.

He was about to fall asleep when he heard a knock on his drivers room door, sitting up to see who it was "Huh?"

"Lancito, can I come in?" His eyes lit up, Fernando being greeted by a very enthusiastic looking Lance

"Is the race over? That was quick."

"Did not finish, they put my wheel on wrong." Fernando laughed as he stepped in, Lance closing the door to meet the man on the couch

"Isn't this your first retirement in a while?"

"23 races, yeah." He hummed as he sat down, leaning his head on the wall behind him, race suit unzipped half way down to his waist

"I'm sorry, Nando, are you okay?" Lance frowned, leaning his head on the Spaniards shoulder

"Mhm, I do not mind" He nodded, turning to look at Lance as his arm snaked around his waist, pulling the Canadian against him, planting gentle kisses on the side of Lance's face

"You sure? If you were upset I was gonna offer my help.." He whispered, head settling in the crook of the older mans neck to conceal the giggles from the feeling of the mans facial hair brushing against his cheek, leaving soft kisses near the tattoo on his neck.

"Did I say I don't mind? I mean..." He dragged out his words, resituating himself as he pulled Lance onto his lap "I'm so upset, Lancito," Fernando frowned, making eyecontact with the Canadian "It's so sad, I really wanted to do well"

"Oh, my poor Nando," Lance cooed, lips curving up as he leaned forward to plant a kiss on the mans forehead, hands settled on his shoulders

"Can you make me feel better, Lancito?" He questioned, looking up at the boy on his lap, pleading eyes admiring the sight of him from above

"Since you're so hurt I guess it's the least I could do" He spoke quietly, well aware of how thin the walls around them were. After he got quiet Fernando was quick to connect their lips, done with waiting for him, it was already enough torture to keep his hands off of Lance all day that now that he could he wasn't planning on holding back.

He started slow again, gentle, not wanting to make the boy overwhlemed but as soon as he could he brushed his tongue on the boys lip, grinning slightly as his lips parted, taking it as a chance to slip his tongue in, refusing to wait before exploring his mouth.

Lance whined quietly, hands gripping tighter onto Fernandos shoulders as he took breaths between each kiss, not wanting to stop the man but he hadn't exactly gotten the hang of kissing yet.

As the kisses got sloppier the two got more desperate, Lance whining quietly as he rocked himself back and forth on the stronger mans lap, adoring the different feeling of this kiss, he liked how it felt to have Fernando somewhat manhandle him.

He was no longer being careful, no longer treating Lance as if he was glass that could shatter at any moment, he was rougher. His hands were gripping him tighter, guiding his hips as he finally pulled back, Lance whining at the loss of the Spaniards lips on his.

"Shh, be patient mi vida" Fernando whispered, turning to lean back further, liking Lance on top.

"Nando, please" He begged, seeing how quick Lance was to get desperate caused Fernandos dick to twitch, Lance grinding down as a response.

The Spaniard groaned, the feeling of Lance pressing down on him made him feel like he was on cloud nine, he knew if he kept moving how he was the boy could easily make him finish untouched. Fernando was truly in awe at how much of a natural Lance was, how quick he was to catch onto things and get good.

"Fernando" Lance muttered, leaning down to rest his head between Fernandos neck and shoulder again

"Si, Lancito?" Fernando spoke "What do you want, mi sol?"

"You, Nando" He breathed, the shorter mans eyes closing at the feeling of Lances lips brushing against his lips "Please, need you so bad" He spoke quietly, part of him scared of being caught but the other eager to know what would happej if he was.

"Okay, baby" Fernando nodded, propping himself up on his elbows as he moved the boy to sit up, wanting to look at him "Move like you were before, Lancito, can you do that for me?" He asked, the Canadian nodding eagerly as he did what the man asked, supporting himself with his two hands on his boyfriends chest as he rocked his hips, eyebrows furrowing at the friction, he'd never considered himself to be horny before but as soon as he found out how it felt to have Fernando in him it was all he wanted.

As Fernando started to guide the boy Lance couldn't stop the noises he made as a response, embarrassed at how loud he'd become at barely anything.

Fernando bit his lip, one hand leaving the boys side to wrap around his neck, pulling him down by it as if he was picking a kitten up by his scruff as he connected their lips again, Lance breathlessly whimpering into Fernandos lips as he began to move faster, deeper, body needing more.

"Fuck, Lancito" Fernando breathed, hand tightening around Lance's neck, pleasently surprised at just how receptive he was to it. "Sound so pretty, mi vida, who's making you feel this good, Lancito?"

He whined, eyes lidded as he struggled to continue, legs beginning to ache as he rocked back and forth "You, papi" Lance couldn't help himself as the name slipped out, Fernando absolutely adoring it.

The man loved knowing he was the only person to ever make Lance feel this way, the only one to ever have Lance on him like this

"Nando, please, please, need you in me" His grinding slowed down, practically stopping as he panted, the grip on his neck loosening, Fernando not wanting to stop the boy from catching his breath. It was endearing, how quick he got out of breath considering he was a literal athlete.

Fernando leaned to kiss the boys jaw, leaving wet kisses and bite marks on his skin as he pulled his race suit down more, wasting no time before pulling the waistband of his underwear down as well, just enough for the cold air of the room to hit his cock

"Lancito, need you to get up if you need me so bad" Fernando couldn't help but laugh at how quick Lance was to listen, being off the mans lap in seconds. "Take it off for me, baby, need your suit off"

The Canadian listened again, finding his way back onto him after he finished

"So good for me, Lancito, always so good for me, baby" He praised, fingers brushing over the tattoo on the boys torso, the two drivers' cocks pressed together as he waited for Lance to get situatied "Tell me when you're ready, mi sol, we need to be quick." He leaned back again, half lidded eyes watching as the pale boy moved on top of him

"I'm ready, please, need you."

"Put it in, Lancito." He instructed, hands moving down from his bare hips to Lance's thighs "Do you think you can do that for me, princesa?"

The boy nodded, quick to lift himself up and line the Spaniards cock up to his hole "Do I.." He began to ask, unsure if he was doing anything right on his own.

"Just sit, baby, you're doing great" Fernando reassured him, hands moving up and down his thighs as he felt his tip be pushed inside, the two of them breathing shakily at the now familiar feeling.

Lance shut his eyes tight as he felt himself sinking down, hands gripping onto Fernandos shoulders as he took him in fully, the Spaniard unable to tear his eyes away from the sight, seeing how Lance's eyebrows furrowed at the feeling and lips parted slightly as he panted drove Fernando crazy.

"Fuck, Lancito." He groaned, hand wandering to Lance's neck again as he leaned forward to finally kiss him, not noticing how he'd absentmindedly began moving the boy on his lap "Taking me so well. You're so billiant, mi vida"

The boy whimpered, not satisfied with the slow pace Fernando had set so he took matters into his own hands, bouncing himself on the Spaniards cock.

"God" Fernando groaned quietly, grabbing onto Lance harder as he let the boy set his own pace.

The taller boy leaned forward, bringing Fernandos hand back up to his neck, missing the pressure.

"What do you want, Lancito?" He asked, hovering his hand over the rookiee throat "Use your words, princesa."

"Choke me, please papi." He whined, his movements getting sloppier as his legs began to give out, struggling to keep a steady pace.

Fernando obliged, not going to deny Lance of something he asked so nicely for. He tightened his grip on his throat as he sat up slightly, leaving the two drivers chest to chest, their position familiar.

"Doing so good, Lancito, such a good boy for me" He cooed, praising Lance as he connected their lips again, adoring just how desperate he'd become after not having Fernando for a week.

The kisses were wet, neither of them in a position where they could be gentle, gentle was the last thing Lance wanted now that he knew how it felt to be choked and bit by the Spaniard.

Fernandos eyes lingered to his hand adorning the boys neck as he pulled away from the kiss, settling on the now red and purple marks he'd left on the boys jaw and neck, leaning forward to kiss them softly, even as they got rougher the last thing he wanted was for the boy to be hurt by him.

"Nando" He whined, laying his head in the crook of the mans neck

"Yes, mi sol?"

"I can't-" He started, practically just sitting with the mans cock in him "Need your help, Nando"

Fernando couldn't help but smile, kissing the boys cheek as he lifted him up, laying him on his back on the sofa.

"Look so pretty under me, Lancito" He purred, connecting their lips in order to contain his moans as Fernando began to move, pleased with the string of sounds that left Lances mouth as he did.

He set a steady pace, one hand tight on Lances neck as the other settled on the rookies waist, adoring the sight of the boy under him being reduced to whimpers and whines.

He parted their lips to get a better view, needing to see just how much Lance relished in the pleasure Fernando was bringing him.

Fernando loved knowing he was the first to make him feel this way, the first to hear his perfect moans as he thrusted in and out. The Spaniard adored knowing he was the best Lance would ever had.

The Canadian felt the eyes on him, whining as he brought his arms up to cover his face to hide the pink tint covering his cheeks.

"Nando" He moaned, unable to stop himself from being loud as Fernando fucked into him

"Shh, you need to be quiet, mi sol" Fernando whispered, hand gripping the boys throat harder to pull his head up "Can you be a good boy for me? You don't want to be caught, do you?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing the boy was still learning what exactly he wanted.

The Canadians breath hitched at the idea, cock twitching on his stomach as he heard the man above him scoff

"Would you like that, hm?" He cooed, moving Lance's hands away from his face "You want someone walking in and seeing just how much of a mess you are under me? How pathetic you look begging for my cock?"

He tried to respond, his words getting caught in the back of his throat, the thought of being caught causing Lance to react more than either of them thought it would.

Fernando continued thrusting into the boy, feeling himself slowly getting closer as the Canadian mewled. His sounds were so sweet, music to the Spaniards ears. He leaned down to nip at the skin on his neck, not bothering to care about the full garage on the other side of the door as Lance panted his name.

His hand left the pink drivers waist, wrapping his fingers around the base of the boys cock, knowing they needed to hurry up.

He began stroking his member at the same pace as his thrusts, enjoying the feeling of his hips bucking into the Spaniards hand, head arching back as he felt his orgasm creeping closer

"Fuck, fuck Nando, I- I- God, I'm gonna..." He struggled to form a sentence, gripping onto the material he was laid back on

"Cum, Lancito, Cum para papi." He instructed, biting harder onto the skin surrounding his collarbone, his goal to leave marks on the boys skin, claiming him.

As soon as Fernando told him to cum for him he did, his load coating both of their chests, Lance prepared for Fernando to slow down until he didn't, hand continuing to stroke the boy at the same pace

"Nando" He moaned, body shaking at the overwhelming amount of pleasure, the two cumming together seconds later, filling the room with gasps and pants at they both caught their breaths

"Fuck, Lancito, Took me so well, Such a good boy for me, mi vida" Fernando spoke, praise spilling out of his lips as he slowly rode out his high, feeling how full Lance was.

Lance moved his arms around Fernandos shoulders, pulling their chests together as Lance blushed, something so romantic about just laying in eachother presence after doing something so..... so.

Fernando found a hand towel and wet it, figuring the two had laid still for long enough. He sat Lance up, whiping off the boys torso before cleaning his own

"Nando?"

"Si, mi sol?"

"I love you"

Fernando smiled, setting the towel aside now that the two of them had been cleaned off. He leaned forward, softly planting kisses across the boys face, adoring hearing the giggles that came out of him as a response

"Stop, stop, stop" He breathed, wide smile on his face as he tried to push the Spaniard away "You could at least say it back"

"Te quiero mucho, Lancito" He spoke, patting the boys hair to lay smoothly on his head as he spoke "Now, If we stay here any longer people are gonna start worrying"

"I guess you're right" The Canadian whined, getting into the jeans and team shirt he'd came in while Fernando put his race suit back on, the two walking out of the drivers room as if nothing had happened.

As if everyone in the garage hadn't heard them and were now acticaly trying to not look at the bruises on the Canadians neck or make eyecontact as the drivers left together

"I think you were a little loud, mi sol" Fernando teased, Lance hitting him on his shoulder before hiding his face in his hands

"God, Nando, that's so embarrassing!"

"You sure seemed to like the idea before" Fernando hummed, wrapping his arm around Lance as he headed to the Renault garage, needing to change before the two could go back to their hotel.

[justdontaskme]

Finding the Right Fit (Ella Toone x Reader)

A/N: New player with the request here. Not sure how I feel about the final product, but it's done so I figured I would share. Enjoy!

Walking through the training center was incredible. While you had been hesitant to sign with a new team at first, you were glad you did. 

You had flown in just a few hours ago, and the staff thought it would be a great time to introduce you to everyone. Feeling a bit jet lagged, you agreed as long as it was just a quick meeting. You would have rather pushed it back until the next day, but you understood the need of integrating into the team quickly to build team chemistry. 

You followed the staff member as they led you out to the pitch where training had already started, explaining to you the process of introductions at the next water break. 

From afar, you watched your new team move fluidly and with purpose, and all you could hope was that you could assimilate quickly and easily. One of the coaches had come over to help point out certain players and explain how their system usually works. 

Eventually Marc called a water break, waving you over behind his back, so the team wouldn't look over in your direction. 

“As some of you know, we have some new signings joining us. The announcement will be official as of tomorrow, but someone came to say hello before that. Please help me welcome all the way from the other side of the pond, Y/N Y/L/N,” Marc announced, stepping aside to allow you a closer spot to the team. 

Unknown to you, your arrival had been very hyped up by the coaching staff. They boasted all of your achievements and continuously mentioned how you would help take the team to the next level. To keep the anticipation building, the coaches had decided to keep your name to themselves.  

Shyly, you raised your hand and waved hello. You barely managed to get your name out again when you were being tackled to the ground in a bear hug. 

“You could have told me you were joining Manchester United,” Alessia said, the blonde's hair in your face as she stared down at you.

“That would have ruined the surprise, now wouldn’t it,” you replied cheekily, wheezing slightly from having the wind knocked out of you. “Missed you, Less.”

“I missed you, too. Now, come, let me introduce you to everyone.”

Despite a warm welcome from almost everyone, you couldn't ignore the fact that there was one person who walked away after initial introductions, not even stopping by to properly introduce herself to you. Your eyes followed the girl as she immediately went to the closest ball and started juggling. 

“Don’t worry about Tooney,” Alessia said, when she noticed what caught your attention. “She’s just being weird today.”

Before you could ask anymore questions about the other girl, you were being introduced to the rest of the team who were ready to talk your ears off. 

Eventually, they all returned to training, while you stood back and observed. After about another fifteen more minutes, you bid everyone goodbye, while you headed to your new apartment to get settled in. With Alessia’s promise to stop by after practice, you waved at your new teammates and followed the media team off the pitch. 

****

Adjusting to living in a new country was difficult, but you knew soccer was going to be your constant in this new life. While venues and teammates changed, the game was still the same. So playing was the least of your worries as you were set on settling in and easing your mind from everyday headaches and anxieties. 

The first few days were a bit of a blur. It was as if you didn’t have enough hours in the day to get everything done. On top of unpacking and finding your new go-to spots for shopping and take out, you had media duties and fitness tests to complete. 

Your teammates were a godsend as they made the transition much easier, most of them stopping by your place to help in whatever way you needed. You easily clicked with many of them, loving their energy and the closeness. Even though you have yet to join a full team training, you already felt like one of them as they embraced you with arms wide open. 

Well, most of them did. 

It didn’t take long for you to find out not everyone was happy with your new signing. It actually took less than a day.

On your first official training session, you managed to stick pretty close to Alessia, as your friend helped mitigate your new transition into the country and the team. She helped explain the normal routine and answered any of your questions about training, the staff, and your teammates. 

You knew coming into this team that the level of intensity could be quite high and you had prepared yourself. Or so you thought. 

Warmups were easy enough, and simple ball touches helped you get in the right headspace. The passing drills loosened you up a bit, and soon everything felt like second nature as you upped the energy. 

As you all moved on to more technical drills, you had shot out of your shell, quickly reminding people how you had been a part of the winning World Cup team in Paris. You conversed with many teammates who asked for advice on certain aspects, and you freely gave it, wanting to do your best in making the team the best it could be. 

Things started to take a bit of a turn when you started 1v1s. You held your own pretty well, but things were always different each time you found yourself facing off against Ella Toone. Each challenge between the two of you seemed to grow rougher after every round. Neither of you were willing to back down and the tackles were getting a little out of hand, but most of that was from Ella’s end and you were just matching her energy. 

Your frustrations continued to grow with the girl as it seemed as if she was going out of her way to target you. After a particularly nasty tackle that landed you face first in the ground, you had enough. You sprang up from the floor, immediately getting into her face. “What the hell is your problem?”

"No problem, just making sure you fit in around here. So far I'm not that impressed," Ella smirked, walking off to reset. 

Alessia was immediately at your side, redirecting you before you could go after the other midfielder. Through your rage-induced brain, you barely heard the blonde talking about how Ella wasn't usually like this, and how you shouldn't let this get to you. 

Off the field, Ella's aggression towards you teetered off a bit, but there was always this tension there that no one could ignore. 

As she was one of Alessia's best friends, you promised the blonde that you would be on your best behavior around Ella instead of egging her on. But the more Ella dug into you, the harder you found it to keep that promise. 

As months passed, you found yourself well integrated into the team, yet still adjusting to life in Manchester. The weather was quite opposite to what you were used to, the cloudy skies gloomier than your normal California sunshine. 

However, in your mind, it was just another adjustment to an already great decision to move to England. 

****

In your first match against Arsenal, you were so excited. Not only was it supposed to be a good game, but you had also been waiting forever to reconnect with one of your teammates from the national team after having to sit out from the last U.S. camp due to a slight hamstring injury that wasn’t worth the trip. 

The game was tight, but you and your team had managed to edge by with a 2-1 win, a goal and an assist from you. Just as Marc had predicted, your energy and experience had helped this already developing powerhouse into the next level. 

It was obvious to anyone watching that you had definitely made your mark since coming to Manchester. The team was great before your arrival, but now you were damn near unstoppable. 

And even though Tooney should have been happy about the results, she felt slightly bitter. It would be hard to dismiss how your presence was better not just for results, but for team dynamics overall. She, however, hated crediting the success to you. 

Even after being on the team for a few short months, things between you and Ella Toone were still tense. They didn’t get any worse, but that’s not saying much. 

You didn’t play into her games, though. Instead, you tried treating her just as you would any other teammate. It wasn’t always successful since she still managed to push your buttons on occasion, but you refused to be her enemy when all you wanted to do was play soccer with a team you loved. 

This caused most of your interactions to be short and terse. Ella still had a chip on her shoulder whenever you conversed, but you did your best to let it slide. You just hated that you could never find out the root of her problem with you, and neither could her teammates. 

At the end of the game, all the players were milling around, either catching up with each other or going around and meeting fans. Throughout the chaos, Ella managed to find you on the other side of the pitch talking to a few Arsenal players. 

Her eyes widened when she noticed Tobin drawing you into a very tight embrace. Obviously, she knew that you two knew each other since you played on the national team together. But from where she stood, it definitely looked more than just a normal ‘missed you’ hug. 

Wanting to say hello to her ex-teammate who had missed out due to injury, Ella slowly made her way over. As she got closer, her eyebrows furrowed at the scene in front of her. 

Surprisingly, despite the Man United win, it seemed as if Tobin was the one comforting you, as the older woman had reached up and was wiping tears from your eyes. 

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Ella said, stepping up to the two of you. 

Quickly, you reached up and wiped the rest of the tears away before they could fall, not wanting to look like a loser in front of the girl who seemed to really have it out for you. And not in the mood, you decided it’d be best for you to walk away before the snide remarks could start. 

“I’m just going to talk to a few more people before I go change and stuff. But I’ll meet you outside, Tobs?”

The older woman nodded and smiled, patting your back as she and Ella watched you walk away. 

“Everything okay?” Tobin asked, her arm resting over Ella’s shoulders, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched Ella’s gaze follow you to where Alessia was catching up with Lotte who had also been out for the game. 

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"

Tobin shrugged, turning the conversation to the game and catching up with what’s been happening since she had left Manchester. However, throughout the conversation, Tobin noticed Ella continuously looking over to wherever you were on the field. 

While the two of you had yet to see eye to eye on anything, she was perplexed to see you had been crying moments ago. She wasn’t a complete monster, and seeing you in tears made her worry a bit. 

"Wanna tell me why you and Y/N aren't getting along?" Tobin asked, after Ella failed to listen to and answer yet another question. 

"We get along," Ella argued, but they both knew she was lying through her teeth. 

"Mm-hmm," Tobin hummed, “Wanna try again?”

Ella sighed. She hadn't talked about this with anyone yet, but with Tobin standing in front of her with a soft smile, Ella felt like the older woman might be the perfect confidant. She was familiar with all parties involved, but was also removed enough from the situation that it couldn't really hurt team dynamics. 

"Before Y/N even got here, she was all Marc could talk about. How we'd have another World Cup champion joining the team after you and Press left. Said she was just who we needed and everything. Made me feel like I wasn't doing enough," Ella admitted, her shoulders slumped as she stared at the grass under her feet.

“You know that's not true, right?” Tobin said, her voice soft. 

Almost as if she didn’t hear her, Ella continued on, "And once she got here, of course she had to just be as good as everyone says she is. Like how am I to compete with her?"

"Why does it have to be a competition?"

"What do you mean, why? She could literally get me benched,” Ella explained, “Like what if Marc plays her instead of me?”

“Has he?” Tobin asked, which made Ella pause. “Tooney, you’re focused on all of the wrong things. How many times has Marc benched you in favor of Y/N?”

“I mean he hasn’t, but he could,” she argued, but it was a weak point to make. 

Tobin sighed, her hands on each of Ella’s shoulders, prompting the younger girl to look up, “You obviously haven't been paying attention. The beauty of Y/N's game is her ability to adapt. While she is exceptional in your position for the national team, she can be moved around. For Manchester United, she may be better as a winger, and it allows Marc to play both of you instead of choosing.”

“Okay, but everyone likes her more than me. They all want to hang out with her all the time. I feel like I’ve been cast aside,” Ella whined, hating how much she sounded like a little kid being ignored and begging for attention. 

“So you’re jealous?”

Ella groaned. Somehow saying everything out loud was not helping. Nothing was coming out the way it sounded in her head, “Yeah, no, I don’t know.”

"I can’t really do much here, but I think you should consider giving Y/N a chance. Like a real chance in getting to know her,” Tobin said. 

“Maybe,” Tooney relented. She knew she’d need more time alone to think all of this through. “Why, uh, why was Y/N crying earlier?”

"She's just missing home. She's never been away from home this long before, so the homesickness is starting to creep up on her,” Tobin told her, not saying anything more or less. 

After talking for a few more minutes, Ella decided it was time to head back to the locker rooms, so she could gather her stuff. 

"You know it's too bad," Tobin started to say as Ella was a few feet away. 

"What is?"

"You're totally Y/N's type," Tobin mentioned offhandedly as she walked away from the young midfielder, completely missing the slight blush rising on Ella's face. 

****

About a week later, Ella was mindlessly wandering the streets of Manchester, coming across a fairly empty park. Her mind had been a jumbled mess since her talk with Tobin. The older woman had made many strong arguments that had Ella questioning her behavior towards you this entire time. 

She had avoided you after the game, and kept her mouth shut whenever you were around. She didn’t want to make anything worse before she could figure out what she was going to do next. 

Near the end of her route, she noticed a lone figure on a bench not too far away, the frame looking strikingly familiar to her. 

“Y/N?” Ella called out unsurely. As she rounded the bench, she saw you with tear tracks running down her face. It was the second time she had seen you cry, and again she was worried. “Are you okay?”

“Oh Ella, hey. What are you doing here?” you stuttered, trying to subtly wipe away the few tears that managed to escape. You did your best to get your emotions under check as you cleared your throat. 

“I could ask you the same,” she answered back, and it was odd not to hear the hint of hostility in her words. “Mind if I sit down?”

You shook your head and gestured to the other end of the bench. 

At first no words were exchanged as you both sat there. 

“Are you okay?” Ella asked again, seeing as you hadn’t really answered her question the first time. 

“Yeah, I’m great. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well most people wouldn’t define great as sitting alone in a park crying over a McDonald’s sandwich,” Ella pointed out, no judgment in her tone. "So what are you doing out here alone?"

"Um everyone was busy, and I didn't know what else to do, so I went on a walk and passed a McDonald's and suddenly got the urge for one of their cheeseburgers. Thought it might help remind me of home."

“Alessia mentioned you feeling a little homesick lately,” Ella said, remembering her talk with her best friend a few days ago. The midfielder had tried to be sly when fact-checking Tobin’s claims of how you were feeling lately. 

“I’ve never been away from home this long before. I’ve been out of the country for national team games, but those were just temporary,” you mumbled around your last bite. Finishing off the cheeseburger, you crumpled up the wrapper, digging into the bag for the best part, the apple pie. 

“Are you missing your family a lot?”

You nodded, slowly chewing on the sugary dessert in your hand, “When I was little, if I scored in a game, my mom would take my brother and I to McDonald’s for a treat. Used to be my second favorite part of the weekends.”

“That sounds nice,” Ella said, genuinely meaning it. 

It was odd to have had a conversation with Ella for this long without snide remarks coming out, but you had to admit it was kinda nice. Seeing as now was probably your best chance, you decided to risk it. 

“Can I ask you something?” Ella nodded her head. “How come you don’t like me?”

“I never said I didn’t like you.”

“You didn’t have to. ”

Ella sighed. At the sound, you were prepared to just forget it and move on, but she surprised you once again. 

“If I’m being honest, I thought you were here to replace me," Ella admitted, shoving her hands into her thick coat. 

"Replace you?"

"Yeah, you know Marc kept telling us all about this player who was coming over and kept telling us how great of an addition you'd be to the team. And it was obvious he had big plans for you. As soon as you showed up to training that day, I felt like my days in the starting lineup were limited. I've seen you play enough to know how good you were and since we both played the same position, I felt like I wasn't going to be good enough."

“You’re one of the best people I’ve ever played with Ella. You have to know that.”

She brushed off your compliment, "And then Alessia kept ditching me to hang out with you, and you were the one all the girls wanted to hang out with. I just felt like you were stealing my friends too."

"I'm sorry, if I made you feel that way. It was never my intention to make you feel put out. With the team or your friends."

“It was stupid of me,” Ella said, “It wasn’t your fault. I just made it your problem when it was really mine.”

Slowly, you scooted over, inching closer to Ella to keep the conversation going, but also to let her know you were opening up to her. That you wanted the chance to trust her, and hoped she’d want that too. 

"Listen, I came here to learn and improve my game. To do that I needed to play with and against the best, and you were one of the people I was most excited to play with.”

"Really?"

"Yeah, I saw you with Lionesses, and the way Less always talked about you and her playing on the youth teams together made me curious about you. You’re an incredible player, Ella, and you’re going to go off and be great," you told her honestly. “I just want the chance for us to be great together, as a team.”

Ella nodded her head, which you took to mean she wanted the same. Deciding to take a leap, the English girl took a deep breath in, shivering slightly, "It's getting a bit cold out here. Do you maybe wanna come over to my place and hang out?"

"Oh, you don't have to do that, Ella. I'm probably going to just head home and watch a movie or something."

"We could maybe watch it together. Alessia mentioned you had a strange taste in film," Ella tried again. 

The second attempt was much more successful as you could see that the other girl was extending an olive branch of sorts. Willing to meet her halfway, you accepted taking the offered hand to help you off the bench. 

“It seems that you and Alessia talk a lot about me,” you teased, standing up and grabbing your trash.

Ella rolled her eyes at the comment, but led you towards her apartment. 

****

That night was the first of many. 

It didn't go unnoticed by the team how you and Tooney were much closer. Many were also surprised when they heard you call her by her nickname for the first time. But they were all glad to finally see this sudden change. 

While Alessia was invited to most things at the beginning as a buffer to make sure things didn’t suddenly sour, even she ended up on the outs. 

Tooney was the one you asked for advice about where to eat or how to get around Manchester. The two of you would spend nights at each other’s places trying out different recipes, even though Ella was a terrible cook. You’d ride together to training, even choosing to stay after to get some extra practice in with each other. 

On top of that, the two of you had become travel buddies, always needing to sit next to one another for away trips. There would be the sharing of music, the occasional falling asleep on each other’s shoulders. It was cute to everyone watching from the outside. This slow progression of your relationship, which the two of you were adamant on reminding people wasn’t a romantic one. 

They all believed otherwise. In fact, bets were placed for how long it would be before someone confessed their true feelings. As the months passed, the more confident the team became that by season’s end, they’d have a new couple to tease. 

The chemistry between you two was undeniable. As Tobin predicted, Marc had continued to play you as a winger, allowing Tooney to control the middle of the pitch. The way the two of you managed to make runs off each other and know exactly what the other was thinking was instrumental to the team’s running for the FA WSL Cup. 

It had helped lead to today’s game which would crown the champions of the English league. Chelsea had been a thorn in your side all season, never quite able to overcome the London powerhouse. But today was the day things were going to change. 

With the FA WSL Cup on the line, you were determined to engrave Manchester United into the WSL history books. 

And after a long 90 minutes, that is exactly what you had done. The incredible run to the championship ended with Man United taking home the trophy after a 1-0 win, courtesy of an Ella Toone goal, unsurprisingly assisted by you. 

Following the medal and trophy lifting ceremony, you and Mary had run around terrorizing your teammates like children hopped up on sugar, showering everyone in excessive amounts of confetti. 

Just as you were throwing extra sparkly bits all over Ona, you felt a hand on your arm, forcefully turning you around. You only managed to catch Ella's eyes seconds before her lips were on yours, her hands on your hips pulling you in closer. Her lips were soft, yet insistent. It gave you the feeling that she had been waiting to do this for as long as you have.

As far as first kisses go, this was it. This was the kiss that assured you that you had made the right choice in coming to England. Playing and winning was always going to be great, but finding someone who you wanted by your side was better. Someone who made you feel like you were home. 

"Still not impressed with me?" you smirked, the question had been on the tip of your tongue since she questioned you at that first training. 

"I take it all back. This is because of you," Ella smiled, hugging you close. 

"We did it together," you whispered in her ear. 

[bropunzeling]

mattdrai soulmate au 16 and/or 23??!!

kissing lazily

They land in St. Louis in the early afternoon, sun high and humidity making the ends of Leon's hair curl against his neck. His body is moving like it's one in the morning despite the bright light and clear skies, and it takes every thing he has to keep himself upright and alert as they get in an Uber to go back to Matthew's place. He knows the only way to beat the jet lag is to keep going until his internal clock resets itself. He doesn't have to like it.

Matthew's no better. He yawns as they get out of the car; yawns as he digs around for his keys; yawns as he sweeps one arm wide to usher Leon through the doorway. "Well, this is it."

It's a nice house, or at least it seems like it from the abridged tour. Neat, if a little stale from being closed up for nearly a year. A couple bedrooms, couple bathrooms, decent kitchen, though Leon knows Matthew well enough to know only half the appliances on the countertops have ever been used. Calm, and quiet.

Tomorrow, it won't be like that. Tomorrow, they have plans, and those involve heading over to Keith and Chantal Tkachuk's nice suburban house and dropping a bombshell.

At first Matthew had suggested going on ahead, arriving a few days early to talk to his family, so they wouldn't be surprised. Had made it sound like it would be easier, that way. Maybe it would. But Matthew had been brave enough to come out to Germany, to look Leon's own parents in the eye without any idea of how he'd be received. Leon can return the favor, and had said so.

And he'd known it was the right call when Matthew had grinned at him, when the spot between Leon's ribs had grown warm and relaxed with a foreign relief.

Doesn't mean Leon isn't freaking out about it.

"Hey." They've made it to the master bedroom, suitcases dropped near the dresser. Now that his hands are free, Matthew's reaching over, pushing at Leon's shoulders until they're both tipping onto the bed. Dangerous, given that it's not that late, given that they have a few hours to go before they can really go to bed, but the mattress is soft, and Matthew's hands are warm. "You're thinking too much."

"'m not," Leon mumbles, exhaustion slurring his words.

Matthew rolls his eyes. Part of his face is hidden by the comforter, but Leon can see freckles, eyelashes, the curls frizzing from the humidity. "I can tell, dumbass," he says. One of his hands taps at Leon's sternum, at the place where Leon always feels the tether between them.

"Fuck off," Leon replies, but he grabs at Matthew's hand, yanking him closer. Matthew resists at first, just to be contrary, but then lets Leon pull him in, until they're pressed together, thigh to thigh, chest to chest, forehead to forehead.

For a moment they lie there, as their breathing slows in sync. Then Matthew tilts his head, nose bumping against Leon's, until Leon shifts in return.

Most of the time, when they kiss, there's been an edge. At first, that edge was frustration, their rough edges rasping against each other as they spurred each other on. When that was gone, though, when it was just something good that they did, better than Leon had ever had before or since, there was still that sharpness, that desperation. Each time, Leon had felt aware of the clock ticking in the back of his mind, counting down the hours, seconds until they had to stop. There had always been so little time.

Now that he knows better, Leon wonders how much of that desperation was him, and how much of it was Matthew. He wonders, if he had paid better attention, if he would've known that longing for what it was.

That was the past. Now, they have time. Weeks and weeks stretching out like taffy, soft and sticky in the St. Louis heat. Hours and hours to kiss like this: slow, thoughtful. Matthew's mouth moves like he could do this forever, savoring Leon without pushing for more. It's new, different. Leon gets lost in it, kissing without intent, Matthew's hand pressed against his chest.

When Matthew pulls back, Leon blinks, dazed. Matthew's mouth quirks into half a smile. His lips are red and chapped from Leon's stubble. Leon likes it.

"You know," Matthew says quietly, "tomorrow's going to be fine."

Leon huffs.

"It will be." Matthew shifts forward, so their foreheads touch again. When he speaks, his breath is hot against Leon's cheek. "They'll like you."

"You sound so confident," Leon mutters.

Leon can feel Matthew laughing more than he can hear it, the shake of his body as he curls in closer. "Well, I like you," Matthew says, kissing the corner of Leon's mouth. "So they will too."

Leon's still nervous. He thinks Matthew can tell, can sense the tension. But Leon doesn't want to dwell on that. He wants to press into that heat, to kiss the top of Matthew's cheekbone, the tip of his nose. His mouth, again, over and over, until it's less a kiss and more sharing of breath.

Besides, tomorrow isn't the end of things. They have plenty of time.

[demonslayedher]

Impromptu Event Look: Uncharacteristically Subtle Sound Pillar Homage

Ufotable's "Total Concentration" gallery has been traveling around and so have I, so the time it has spent in the city closest to where I live almost fully overlapped the time I was out of the country. But not totally! Instead of returning home last night, I crashed in Osaka so I can attend on the second to last day! Whoohoo, jet lag and carry-ons!

That being said, I usually do some subtle character homage when I go to KnY events, but since I wouldn't be able to go home to my collection first, I thought I wouldn't be able to do something this time. However!! My friends back home are supportive of my fangirl ways, and I acquired a few items!

This is my first piece of Muki Muki Nezumi merch, as I just haven't found the stuff I've seen so far very cute. Since tgis gallery focuses on the Mugen Ressha and Yuukaku arcs there will be more Muki Muki merch today, but I want to see it in person to decide if I like it or not.

As for the tag below it, another friend surprised me by printing out a panel of my own art and I love it, it looks so good in 3D.

So receiving these two gifts made me make up my mind to do a very unflamboyant Uzui homage with nail polish borrowed a few days ago (which I have just enough time to wash off before going back to work), and only as much make-up as fits in this little bag:

Thank you, Nezuko. Reminds me that on my air travel back I saw two adult passengers in Nezuko sweatshirts (and one had the ribbon as a hairclip) and a child with a Nezuko plush. Aaah, it's good to see otaku traveling again.

So anyway, added a flamboyant pair of su glasses and earrings which were also acquired while traveling and tada~

I was going to put my hair up in a tight ponytail like Uzui's but I have flamboyantly voluminous bedhead, so okay.

Wait, these sunglasses seem like they could be Daki's taste and my hair is acting like Gyutato's... okay! They get to be part of today's impromptu theme too! Now off to the gallery! And then home after that, and very soon back to work with jet lag! Such is the fangirl life!

EDIT:

Still waiting for my timed entry, but I am inwardly squealing as I see everybody else's chosen accessories and hear "UMAI" ringing from the gallery space. It seems there will be places to pose inside so it's a shame I'm alone today but maybe I can ask other people. I am a dork and enjoy silly poses.

EEEEEE I LOVE BEING A FANGIRL

[kagayakimasu]

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[beeindaclouds]

★﹕quackity w enemies to lover trope now.

ik very well that you haven't been writing abt quackity, so good luck 😈😈

¡ — lyv anon

Everytime I see "Quackity" and "Enemies to Lovers" in the same sentence I quickly think of tnt duo 😂

I think I have an idea, hope you enjoy <3

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Reader: GN - They/Them

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You and Quackity have always had this rivalry going on since the first day you talked

There was no rhyme or reason, you just liked to mess with the other

If one was telling a story the other would interrupted them with their own

If one showed others one of their skill, the other had to one up them

Jackbox streams for you two were just opportunities to insult the otherand not get called out by the others for it

Heck even the fans were in on it, sporting "#TeamQuackity" or "TeamY/N" in their bios

You always thought that things would keep on going this way for eternity

Until Twitchcon in Amsterdam

Around 2am, after staying up late with the others just to catch up and enjoy the time togheter, you ended up alone on the balcony of Karls hotel room

Everybody had by now either gone to their rooms or fallen asleep there

You thought you would crash here with the others, but jet lag sucked

The night was calm, only the sound of the wind could be heard and a few snores from behind you

You took in where you were and who you were it, smiling happily at the life you had build for yourself

But your thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the window behind you, showing a very tired but awake Quackity

He was surprised to see you, mumbling a quiet sorry and saying that he didn't expect anybody to be awake

You told him that it was ok and that he could stay if he wanted, to which he did

After a few minutes of welcomed silence, the man near you decided to speak up

"Y'know... it's so exhausting pretending to hate you" he chuckled silently, catching you off guard

"So, you don't actually hate me??" You wondered, tilting your head towards him and seeing him shake his head

"Never" he said seriously "I just enjoy quarelling with you, y'know, getting you riled up a bit"

You rolled your eyes "But also..." He continued "I wanted a way to keep my feelings at bay. Didn't work for sh*t apparantly, cause the second I saw you I felt all those emotions coming back"

Your thoughts ran wild at his confession

It would explain all the sublte flirting he'd throw around whenever you'd be talking

Or whenever things got too much and he'd make sure to check up on you, with the excuse that "He wouldn't have anybody to mess with if I was feeling unwell"

Quackity obviously took the silence as a rejection. He wouldn't be surprised, he did sometimes go too far with his teasing

But as he turned to walk away, he was stopped by you

"This is not a... definite answer. I just never thought about you in that way until now..." You started

Quackity closed his eyes, ready for the pain "But" you continued "I wanna give it a try... because I kind of like the idea of being with you"

In a bat of an eye, you were pulled into Quackity's arms, the man was so happy he twirled the both of you around

"Hey, I didn't say it was a yes!" You exclaimed, gigging

"Don't care, I have a chance and I'll take it"

[allexthakatt]

I am writing this as a small form of therapy lol. I may have projected a tad bit into the story due to my own personal life but it is still very much a X Reader one shot I promise.

This is also my entering to the #lovelylynnchallenge by @lovely-lynn-writes ! I love their work and I figured why the hell not?

-Please keep in mind I have been out of the writing game for a bit.-

PAIRING: SPENCER REID X PLUS SIZE! LATINA! FEM! READER

WARNINGS: SMUT! MINORS DNI!!! 18+ ONLY! A bit of family drama, the fear of thunderstorms, lightning, maybe mild angst if you squint?

Summary: Spencer and Y/n haven't really talked or connected before. But when a loud thunderstorm roars overs Quantico, Y/n struggles to keep her childish fear at bay. Who else to stay by her side than a sweet lanky FBI agent?

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Thunderstorms Are Scary, But You Make It Better.

It was getting pretty late by the time the jet arrived back at Quantico. At that point the team was glad to have made it back safe and sound given the angry looking clouds surrounding the building. Lightning was far in the distance and, though pretty far, Y/n can tell a pretty bad storm was coming their way.

The look on her face throughout the whole ride home was flat out proof of her uneasiness. She never liked thunderstorms. They always made her want to hide under the bed like a scared puppy all alone. No one seemed to really pay attention to her being uncomfortable. No one except Spencer.

Y/n and Spencer weren't really friends. But they weren't enemies either. They were simply coworkers. At first, Y/n had tried to make friends with him. Even going as far to bring him a brand new book she'd heart him talking about a few days prior. To no avail unfortunately.

It's not that Spencer didn't like her. In fact he liked her quite a lot. Often choosing to just enjoy her personality and humor from afar. It's simply because he was... Afraid. He knew from the start he'd develop something with her. A certain something he didn't want to think about anymore. Not after all he'd been through with so many women before her. He'd for sure crush on her. Truth be told, he already was. (Not that bed admit it.) There's no telling what might happen if he put himself in such a vulnerable state again. After what happened with Cat and then Max... It was best to just stay away.

But the way she looked tonight. The slight tremble she had when a thunder boom would get just just a bit louder than last time. The fear was building, slowly but surely there. The tough facade already cracking. Yet it seemed no one noticed her distressed state. Why? She was clearly uncomfortable, rubbing her thighs with the palm of her hands (something she'd probably had developed as a habit to help anxiety.) Not engaging as much in conversation as much, not even making eye contact anymore.

By the time they were all walking in the bullpen she was lagging behind, not really looking forward to drive in the weather. Spencer had seen enough to feel the need to do something. She wasn't a friend, but he wouldn't be able to relax at home knowing he didn't at least offer.

"Do you maybe want to ride together?" The question came out of the blue, especially from Spencer. She wasn't about to turn down company in the storm though. "Uhm, sure. But I live a little ways away, I wouldn't want to be putting you out of your way." Spencer shook his head, "You wouldn't be. It seems a pretty nasty storm is on the way, and I saw you pretty nervous on the jet. I just want to make sure you get home safely."

He noticed? Y/n genuinely thought Spencer wants nothing to do with her. Confusion on her face, "Are you absolutely sure?" Not wanting any regrets from him. "Absolutely. I can even drive if you'd want." She shook her head, "No no no, I think I'm okay enough to drive. Thank you though. But how are you going to get back home?"

The elevator opens for them after Spencer pushes the button. "Oh I usually take public transportation. I don't use my car much." They reach the lobby as Y/n pulls out her keys. "You can just sleep on the couch. I don't want you going on the subway in weather like this. If that's okay with you?"

He'd thought of the situation, it would be nice not having to go back out in the rain. With his go bag and satchel as they were quite heavy for the long journey. No harm in just a night, right?

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The car right was silent for the most part, aside from the calm music coming from the radio. Y/n was just trying not to look at the ominous lightning that seems most definitely closer than earlier. Spencer was trying not to focus on Y/n.

The storm was coming in heavy pellets when they finally walk through the door. Spencer looks around and sees what he can only describe as Y/n. Vintage vinyl records framed with the album cover right beside it. A fairly big TV with an Xbox and a few games and controllers scattered around. At the center of the wall was a guitar, one that she'd most definitely cherished. It was dusted, in pristine condition. With an autograph on near the bottom.

"Steve Harris." She said. Spencer turned to her, a confused look spreading across his features. "The autograph on the guitar. I see you eyeballin' it. Steve Harris signed it back in 2012. He's a guitarist in Iron Maiden." She had a smile on her lips, remembering the day she met her heroes. He nods slowly, "Is Iron Maiden a band?"

She giggles slightly, finding it cute and yet not surprising he'd never heard of them. "Yea they are. A heavy metal band formed in the 80s and still going strong today. My favorite band actually." She took off her shoes and jacket, about to go change.

"The bathroom is right over there, if you wanna get into something more comfortable than a suit. I'll be right back, I'm gonna get in jammies myself." She walked away and he notices how she said 'jammies' instead of just 'pajamas'. another cute little quirk she has he finds himself thinking about often. Her personality is very confident, yet her demeanor is often times shy and reserved. She never really talked about her family or childhood. He guesses there's a story as to why.

"Okay, I'm back. Do you want some tea or water? I don't have any coffee but I can do hot cocoa if you'd like." She made her way to the kitchen to prepare storm tea for herself. "Just tea is fine, thank you. I'll be right back."

The tea is brewing as he leaves to change. She'd never thought he'd actually be here in her house; Spencer of all people; this late at night. Perhaps there was just a misunderstanding between them and she'd just assumed he didn't like her. She gets along so well with everyone on the team but when it comes to Spencer, she freezes up. Afraid to say the wrong thing.

The storm is right above them, making Y/n more on edge than ever. They're both on the couch lightly chatting as a massive bout of thunder booms, sending Y/n practically jumping into Spencer's arms. And just as luck would have it, the power goes out.

Sitting in Spencer's lap in the dark was a lot more sensual than she'd thought. Of course how wouldn't it be, though, right? Especially when Spencer finds her so damn attractive. Y/n quickly stands up, still scared from the thunder and flustered from being in Spencer's arms.

Y/n lights a few candles in the living room, navigating her home with her phone flash light. She also opens a window because, while also being terrified of thunder, she loves the rain itself.

"Is this okay? I can close it if you want. I just like the rain." She sits down with her tea near the window. "That's fine. But I'm assuming you don't like the thunder though, right?" He sits beside her with his own tea. "I really don't. I never have. In fact as a child I'd hide under the table and cry when it'd be this loud. My mother always said it was fine not to worry so much, never believed her though."

She smiled lightly and looked down. It wasn't a smile you'd do thinking of your mom, though. And Spencer noticed. "How come you don't really talk about your family?" It came out too fast, and he'd regretted it immediately. "I'm sorry if that was a little forward. You don't have to answer if you really don't want to." To which Y/n thankfully replied "Don't worry about it. I'm not sure why I don't talk about them. I just.. Don't I guess."

She fiddles with her nails, another habit she'd developed to help anxiety. "I don't really talk to them much anymore. Not my siblings anyway. We don't really get along, never really have. I'm not like them, thank God. And they have a pretty petty problem with who I've become. It's that things are better if we don't talk anymore." The darkness only adds to the silent environment. "My mom usually sides with them, but my dad always just did his best. He's the one that actually took me to the concert where I got that guitar."

That makes sense. That guitar isn't just a fan memoir, it's a memory with the one person in her family she felt safe with. Spencer put it all together. Music was probably a way to ease her pain when nothing else did; an escape for her, just as books were an escape for him. Then when her dad took her to see her favorite band and even meet the band themselves, it meant much more to her than just a simple autograph on a guitar. That's why it's so taken care of, in the center of living room where she sees it every day. It's her most prized possession.

"Do you still talk with your father?" He wanted to learn more. He'd never really had a family, his mother having episodes more frequent than not and an absent father made it hard to feel like he had one at all.

"Occasionally, I call as often as I can, what with all the cases. He's still the same old fire chief he was back then. Out of all of them my dad's the only one that really kept a bond with me." She takes another sip of tea, trying not to really think of her broken family life. Y/n didn't really want to bore Spencer with her sob story of how her siblings practically despise her and her mother doesn't like her.

Spencer takes a risk, a pretty big one at that. He lightly puts a hand on her own. To his surprise Y/n take his hand in hers, awkwardly holding it avoiding eye contact.

Eventually her curiosity takes over. "Why don't you ever talk to me? Or.. Do you not really like me?" She still avoided eye contact, her shyness showing through the tough exterior. Spencer doesn't really know how to respond. Is he honest? Tell her that he's just a damaged boy with lots of trauma but still really likes her? Or lie and say... What would he even say? No lie could sound better than the actual truth so... Why not just tell her?

"I actually really like you, Y/n. I've been through a lot. Especially when you first came on the team, I wasn't really ready for a new friend. And by the time I realized what a wonderful person you were, it was already too late." He scoots just a bit closer. Close enough to hold her hand more securely than before.

Nothing could really prepare for that. She doesn't know what she was expecting, but she wasn't expecting that, that's for sure. Deciding to take it a tiny step further; "Everyone deserves seconds chances." Looking up to see him already staring in her eyes.

Her eyes were so pretty. He could stare at them for as long as she'd let him. And her lips. Her lips were so plump, so ready for the taking. Practically begging for him to inch closer, so he does.

He inches just a bit closer, seeing her pupils dilate just a little. Enough for him to see a difference. "Do I get a second chance, Y/n?" They were centimeters apart, her heart beating as loud as the thunder outside. (Which she had all but forgotten about in the moment.) Seeing him so close to her, the only light in the room being a few candles and the occasional lightning shining through the open window, and his pupils just as darkened as hers were. How could she say no?

"Of course you do." He leaned in and closed the gap, gently gripping her face with his free hand and he kisses her with all the passion that's been building up all this time.

She leans into the kiss, hands around his neck inching closer to the roots of his hair begging to be pulled. He tasted like tea and honey, a small hint of peppermint. His scent made her body burn, nothing she could really explain. It was just... Him. A hint of cologne and a but if aftershave, but it was him. And he was all over her.

Hands started to roam her frame. Too long had he imagined how she'd feel underneath him, every curve and dip waiting to be explored by him. She was so soft, so delicate, so fucking irresistible he had to get to know every inch and remember it for a later night.

She fell back onto the couch, bringing him with her. He lay between her thighs, gripping him in place and keeping him there. Where he belongs.

God... He thinks. How could she already feel so good? He knows she could probably feel how hard he is already through her thin shorts, and oh was he right.

She felt him, all right, and holy shit. He was big. Bigger than what she'd originally thought. Not too thick, but long indeed. Long enough to get the job done, she assumes. Hopefully, she doesn't have to wait too long to find out.

Without realizing it Spencer starts mindlessly grinding against her. Needing some type of friction to ease aching in his groin, begging to be released with the beautiful woman he has under him. Her breath is becoming more erotic, wanting him so much closer than where he is. She can hear little grunts from him, and decides she needs to hear more.

His hands are grabbing at whatever they can get (mostly her thighs) so tight she's sure she'll have some marks on her in the morning. Not that she really minds, though.

"Spen-Spencer.. Please.." She was hot and heavy, feeling like she was about to snap if he didn't get inside her soon. "Tell me what you want, baby." He needed to hear her say it. Straight up how much she needs him.

"Spencer.. Fuck me."

He didn't need to be told twice; he sits up, slowly lowering his pants to tease her just a bit more. Two can play that game, Y/n sits up slightly, undoing the buttons of her shirt even slower than he. Making sure to look right into his eyes. He's staring right back, anticipation building up, and the last button is finally gone as is his pants.

Spencer didn't want to waste any more time not being inside her. He practically rips off her shorts and panties, keeping in mind where they land for later, knowing she'll need them again. Spencer leans down again, his hands cupping both breasts and pushing his face between them. This, he thought, is what heaven is.

She tugs on his shirt and before long that's gone too. Her hands roam and touch at anything she can reach, but before she can explore further, he pushes her back.

"Are you sure you want this? We can stop now, Y/n." He didn't want any hesitation, he needed to know this is what she wants. That he's what she wants. "Yes, baby. I want this. I want you."

She gives him another kiss, except this one felt more... passionate. She wanted him in every single way, any way he'll allow her.

As their tongues fight to dominance, he slides into her, she's so dripping wet already he's not surprised he can go in so smoothly.

He's finally fully in, and she has to break the kiss to let out the sexiest sound he's ever heard. She feels so good, so beautifully wet and the best part is, it's all for him.

"Ugh, fuck baby... You so wet for me, huh?" He does a little thrust, emphasizing the sound it makes. "O-oh, Spencer.. Fuck.. All for you baby. Only for you." Her grip on his shoulders tighten and her breathing increases. Spencer can't think of anything but her. Beautiful, sexy, special Y/n.

His thrusts becoming more rhythmic, and the sounds coming from both her and him are absolutely sinful. Y/n tries to focus, attempting to commit this all to memory. She hopes this isn't a one time thing, but if it is, she wants to remember every minute of this.

One hand grips her thigh and the other gets tangled in her hair, loving the way her body feels against his. The moans coming from her mouth making it difficult for him to keep it together, and she's having the same problem.

"Ugh! Fuck, Spencer I'm so close..!" He's hitting that perfect spot, that perfect angle and it's about to send her over the edge.

"Cum for me baby. Let me know just how good I'm making you feel." His grips tighten and so does her stomach. The moans are getting louder now, Y/n no longer having the mental capacity to keep herself in check.

"Ack...! Fuck! Spencer!" She didn't have to tell him, he knew, and fuck did she look good. Her head tilts back, giving him the perfect opportunity to leave little marks, claiming her as his.

He can feel himself get closer to that same high. "Where do you want me to cum, baby?" He'd cum anyway she'd wanted, but she had to tell him soon before it spills into her.

"I-I'm on the pill baby.. But you can pull out if you want to. I've never had someone cum on me before." She pulled him even closer, kissing his neck and pulling on his hair. That was it, his orgasm coming full force as he loses his composure. "Oh fuck, Y/n!" He pulls out, spilling over her hips and abdomen.

They lay there like that for a couple minutes more, not wanting to leave each other's embrace quite yet. Until Spencer sits up lightly and leaves a kiss on Y/n's forehead.

"Let me get you a towel, darling." He gets up to go to the bathroom. Leaving Y/n laying with a smile on her face.

When he returns with the towel he leans down to clean her up. Wiping away all evidence of him off of her. She sits up, reaching for her shirt and putting it back on.

"I didn't even realize, the storm has passed." They both let out a laugh, thank it wasn't awkward now that they'd been intimate.

Now that they were sitting together again, fully clothed once again, Spencer spoke up. "Would you like to go on a real date with me? I'd like to get to know you. The real you."

She smiles at him, "Spencer, I'd love to."

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Should I do a tag list? I know I don't update much, but if that's something you'd wanna be a part of let me know!

Enjoy! Baiii! 🥰

[vquacki]

A once married man, Pt.2

A once married man,  Pt.2

~ When did you get so bad? 

Characters:  Imaushi Wakasa

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, violence, dilf, age gap, fluff in the beginning, kinda suggestive at the end,  MINORS DNI

Note : The wait is over ;) pt.2 is out. Reblogs & notes are very much appreciated, ❣︎

This is so annoyingly long, I thought it’d be a good idea but I'm starting to regret writing so much monologuing. But the deed is done, if you wish for it to be rewritten or a part three lmk. Also ooc haha..

AnYway- enough of my complaining! Enjoy my lovelies <33

Pt.1 ☞︎ ♡

Shinichiro’s mothers offhand remarks subsequently had Wakasa plan a trip for you, a somewhat apology for the things the woman said to you. Well the vacation wasn't just for you. Considering the male wasn't filthy rich, he invited his friends to help cover everything. 

Splitting the bill would suffice, wouldn't it?

 It didn't even need to be said, Shinichiro was definitely going to be going. He is Wakasa’s son, he’d be guilt ridden if he left the child with his immoral mother. Getting special permission from the court to take Shinichiro on the vacation.

The friends joining you three, being Benkei, and Takeomi. Which would also come in handy as babysitters if he had decided to take you anywhere on this special-ish trip. Besides, Takeomi was disgustingly rich, his fill would help three tons.

 Beaming smiles on everyone's faces as you trucked into the plane, not prepared for the icky feelings of jet lag that was about to plague you for the first day of your landing. The five of you flew to your destined holiday location spot, suitcases in hand. 

“Dad, my ears were popping,” Shinichiro whined, one hand placed on his ear while he walked beside you on the hallway off the plane. 

“I know Shinichiro, you've been complaining for the past few hours” Wakasa huffed, hands occupied by dragging both yours and his own suitcase. Shinichiro’s clothes and such all being stuffed into Wakasa’s backpack that you carried on your back. 

Though Wakasa insisted he could carry all the loads of luggage, only to be denied by your stubborn hands that ripped the bag away from him. 

“Shinichiro, wanna hold my hand?” You smiled, outstretching your palm to the boys. 

“Yeah!” Shinichiro cheered, quickly grasping your hand. Making Wakasa smile in result, the scene was adorable to the man. The love of his life with his beloved child, what a view. 

You all squishing into the uber that would deliver you all to your luxury hotel, which Akashi mostly paid for. Reason being, 

“I don't wanna stay in some shabby hotel with disgusting bugs crawling everywhere” Akashi stated the day before booking the expensive hotel. 

The five of you did everything, tours, trying all kinds of foods, pictures, the days of the week passed by  quickly. 

It was already the second to last day of the trip, an amusement park was already scheduled. 

“Cmon Shinichiro stay still, you're getting the sun screen everywhere” Wakasa scolded, using one hand to spray the sunscreen while the other tried to hold Shinichiro in place. 

“It's so cold!” Shinichiro complained, body wiggling as he tried to run away. 

“If you don't sit still, your daddy might take you home.”Akashi teased from beside them, hand fanning his face from the flames radiating from the sun. 

“Shut up gramps! Those tricks don't scare me anymore!” Shinichiro yelled, earning a pinch on the cheek from his father. An exaggerated chest clench from Akashi, holding his heart while wiping fake tears.

“Be good Shinichiro” Wakasa nudged, disregarding the grunting Akashi hollering about how 'he's still in his prime time’ 

“Alright! What ride first?” You cheered, a map clasped between your hands. Examining the many directions pointing to all types of roller coasters and whatnot. 

“I say the haunted maze!” Shinichiro proposed, a cheeky smile on his face. 

“Lame! And I'm the old man?” Akashi laughed. 

“You white haired mongr-” Shinichiro was about to insult until he received his dad's deathly stare, making him shut his mouth.  

“Shinichiro, what did I say”

“Sorry dad” 

You experienced many joys, all the rides you could have wished for. Your body was sore from all the walking, the theme park was huge afterall. But now it was night, the joyous place closing as the dark reached. 

“Alright, me and Y/N are gonna go on a date. You stay with Akashi and Benkei, okay?” Wakasa said, kneeling down to Shinichiro’s height whilst he talked. 

“What I don't wanna! I wanna be with Y/N” Shinichiro frowned. 

“Cmon Shinichiro, let them have their alone time. You've been together this whole week, can't they have a night?” Benkei reasoned, patting the lad on his shoulder. Guilt tripping the boy, a look of contemplation from Shinichiro. 

“Fine” Shinichiro huffed, a pout on his face before climbing onto Benkei’s back. 

“We’ll try and be back early” Wakasa smiled, standing up to face you. 

“Shall we?” Wakasa held a hand out for you. 

You were already ready, having Wakasa tell you the whole ordeal the morning before. Makeup on your face, with a stunning bathing suit under your stunning dress. You were well prepared. 

The music was booming, loud singing and yelling beating throughout the club room. It was attached to your hotel, it was truly luxurious. An outside pool resonating in the back, a small hut filled with different types of drinks near the bowl of water. 

Moving the dresses thin straps, you let the fabric fall to your feet. Disclosing the marvelous bathing suit that loomed your figure. 

“Looking as beautiful as ever” Wakasa complemented, hands trailing your waist. His eyes scanning you up and down, sucking in everydrop of glory you emitted. 

“Drop the shirt hot stuff”  You grinned, planting your hand onto his chest. You had never been uncomfortable with this type of stuff with your lover, sure he was way more experienced in love then you were. Due to his age, along with his past significant other. 

But he would never push you into something you didn't want. 

“Getting frisky aren't we? Relax cutie, I'm not going anywhere.” He whispered into your ear, pure smile lingering his lips. Fingernails leaving moon shaped crevices into your sides. His other hand sneakily snatching a drink from a tray filled with cups by a walking pool attendant. 

“Hurry Waka, I wanna get in the pool” You whined against him. He obliged, pulling the cloth over his muscular frame. Showing everyone there how built he was, he was in a gang not too many years ago. He surely didn't stop working out just because his gang disbanded, he kept it going. Determined to protect you and his family if anything were to ever happen. 

Letting his ponytail down, long duled color hair flock as he treaded behind you, drink in one hand while stepping down into the chlorine filled pool. 

“Shit, it’s nice” You hissed when your foot came in contact with the cooling liquid. 

“Such bad language when you aren't around Shinichiro,” Wakasa teased from behind you, holding the beverage up so it wouldn't touch the water. 

“No duh, he’s a kid Waka” you replied, making your way over to the edge of the pool. Leaning your weight against the wall, Wakasa not hesitating to come next to you. 

“Cmere” Wakasa smiled, placing the cup on the ledge behind him, hands motioning for you to come closer. He was grateful his son allowed the two of you to have some alone time, he could never even kiss you in front of the child, unless he wanted a earful of grossed out remarks. 

“Aww does Waka want attention?” you cooed, pressing your chest against his. 

“Mhm” He hummed back, adoring eyes looking back down at you. 

“Needy aren't ya?” He chuckled when he felt your hands wrapping around his neck, furthering the skin contact you both shared. 

“I'm the needy one? As if” You scoffed, releasing one of your hands to grasp the cocktail behind him. 

“Why don't I show everyone how much you yearn for me?” You ridiculed, taking a sip from the drink.

“Go ahe-” you intruded his mocking sentence, your lip syncing with his. Both your eyes open, staring at the starstruck male that looked back at you. 

You gave him a feverish wink before closing your eyes, letting you sink into the heated makeout session. His hands descending further down your waist, hoping the water along with the dim night hides the looming hand that trailed down to your bottom. 

He only confronted when needed. He was pretty conservative for his age, not as confrontational as some seemed to make him out to be. If anyone were to have caught you both, he wouldn't know what to say. 

Apart from that, did you always like playing with fire? Welp no matter. Two can play that game, can't they?

[limenysnocket]

Salsa Lessons

Summary: Let's take a break... to go on vacation. Since Taika is a snowflake and can't handle the cold, take a trip down south to Puerto Rico!

Pairing: Taika Waititi x Reader

Warnings: SMUT-- oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dom Taika, a little bit of degradation, swearing, alcohol, (slight) public sex. 18+ ;)

A/N: One last baecation before I disappear again, and I know this'll be good. I KNOW THIS IS LATE. Like... late LATE. Forgive me.

@honorarytenenbaum @olyvoyl @whatwememeintheshadows @mrtommyshelby @dandywaititi

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"MY FACE IS ON FIRE!" Taika was panting and fanning his burning cheeks. The moms running the stand you both went to were cackling at him.

It had been a day since you both landed in Puerto Rico, and after sleeping off the jet lag and trying some of the fine dining, the first thing to do was explore the city, San Juan, from start to finish. Coincidentally, you both walked right into the outdoor market area, where fresh produce was being bought and sold everywhere. That's when Taika, the jackass, got ballsy and decided to try a pepper from one of the stands. He had been warned.

Oh well... guess you can see how that went.

To make up for the commotion caused, you bought a pineapple and a papaya from the same stand, as well as a couple of exquisitely bottled cokes. Taika was consoled, given a bit of coconut milk, and sent right back down the boardwalk. That was the first and last time he tried a freebie from a pepper stand. He was complaining about how his tongue felt (you would have thought that might make him get a little quieter and talk less), and he didn't stop until half of his bottled soda was gone. He sort of forgot about the pain after that and started looking for souvenirs.

You began your walk with him at eight in the morning, sharp. It was near noon by the time you were finished, and Taika had two big bags of fruits and veggies, exotic jewelry, tour maps, and trinkets. You were starving, and, more than once, tried to steal a kiwi from his bags but he would always manage to catch you and slap your hand away.

"They're for later!" He'd say that or make up a different excuse each time.

Taika wasn't neglectful of your hunger, in the end. He took you to a nearby restaurant after doing some searching on his phone and dropping the bags off back at the hotel room.

The restaurant was quaint, but vibrant at the same time. There were colors, dancers, and live music played on a little wooden stage just meters away. Ordering was fine, but it took some time for Taika.

"I've never seen so many things with pineapple in it! And it's not pizza, so it's bound to be good!" He seemed so excited for the food. It made you happy, but you eventually had to pick for him since the waiter was getting tired of actually having to wait.

"I have something special planned for tonight!" Taika exclaimed, the alcoholic drink of his choice being waved around in his hand. You were already reaching for the napkins, afraid he was going to spill something.

So now he tells you...

"Should I be concerned?" your first question came out with ease.

"Honey, if it's anything with me, you should always be concerned," he was smug, but the look on your face told him he needed to fix his wording. "BUT! Uhm... No, no you shouldn't be concerned about where I'm taking you. It's going to be a blast, I promise!"

"Better not be lying, Taik," you warned, and he just started to grin. That made you nervous, but you put the feeling on hold when the food came out.

Two bowls of Asopao de Pollo were placed in front of you and Taika, and they were devoured briefly in the span of thirty minutes. Extra time was added because Taika decided to add hot sauce to his. 'It's to add a kick,' he said. Yeah, whatever.

The rest of the afternoon was spent snacking, and checking out the more historical side of Puerto Rico. Abandoned forts, old canons, battle fields, you name it. It was truly a blast, even when Taika became cocky around one of the forts you visited.

It was at the Sitio Histórico de San Juan when things got... touchy. You were with a group of people, and you and Taika decided to linger around the back so if something interesting was spotted, you wouldn't have to move immediately. Little did you know, Taika was devising a, "ditch the tour guide and go make out somewhere," kind of plan.

Much to your demise, and to your pleasure, the plan worked. The tour guide hardly noticed the two of you disappear down an unknown corridor and push yourselves deep into a dark corner.

The smell was wet, ancient, and dank. Taika had you pressed up against one of the concrete walls while his hands worked their magic, lifting up the hem of your shirt and immediately grasping for your bra. You let him squeeze and grip through the fabric of it and press his body so close to yours, the waistband of his shorts was rubbing a red line across the skin of your stomach.

Your legs trembled while you completely forgot about the tour itself and your fingers started to run through his curly hair. Taika's thigh was moving to be between both of yours and he started to slowly rub the top of his against your clothed cunt. Slowly. Achingly slow.

Whimpers of his name and the sound of your tongue mixing echoed along the dank walls, and whimpers turned to moans, and moans turned into garbled sentences when his hand sunk into your underwear and sought out your clit. You tried to warn him, this was a bad idea. You could be noticed missing from the group and people could come looking for you. There could be papz right around the corner, needing a good look for a filthy headline. He didn't stop, though. He started rubbing faster, playing with you like you were some toy.

You knew he wouldn't give you anything but his fingers. Yet. Taika waited and waited, getting you closer on just clit stimulation, but just as you reached your brink, he started to pull his hand away. Dazed and confused, you looked up, your chest shaking from all the heavy breathing you had been doing. Your hands were grasping at his shirt, damn near begging to have just the tiniest bit more, but the look on his face said it all. Even through the darkness of the corridor.

"What the fuck, dude? I was so close!" You hissed at him. All he did was click his tongue and say:

"That's for later too."

The rest of the tour was dreadful to you. It was long, and hot, and dank while you found your way back to the group. Taika was nonchalantly following just a ways behind you while you consistently traveled in circles or down a corridor and through the next. As if he knew you were getting yourself lost, he eventually stepped in, and lead you back towards the entrance of the fort, where your tour group had huddled together for the last destination and for the tour guide to say goodbye. Oh well, at least you got to take in some historical views.

After one more cramped trolley ride back to the hotel later, you were utterly exhausted, but you knew your night wasn't over yet. Taika still had something planned, and it must have been on the spot this morning too. If he had planned it any further back, he would have blabbed it all out to you by now. You laid on your bed while you could, right on your stomach with your face buried into the pillow, trying to let your heavy eyes fall closed for a second, but the moment you did, you felt a large hand smack you right on the ass.

You flipped over, mad as a hornet when you looked up at Taika. You hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom.

He had dressed himself up in all black. Black button up, tucked into his black pants and pressed firm with a black belt. He looked like one of those pit musicians you'd see when you go to really good musicals with live orchestras.

"Dirty Dancing cosplay, ooor?" you nipped at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Ha ha, you're funny," the sarcasm dripped from him. He then threw a piece of (also black) clothing on. "Put that on."

The reluctance was real, but you followed his orders anyway, grumbling and griping your way through. Turns out it was a dress. A short one, at that, only going down to be just half way down your thighs, but it was comfortable enough. Luckily you had a pair of flats with a slight heel in your bag to pair with it. You had no idea where you were going with him, but you were not about to walk there in heels.

Taika was giving you "the eyes" as you walked out of the bathroom, admittedly messing with the hem of your dress to try and bring it down lower. As a result, came more cleavage that you would have liked, but oh well. At least Taika enjoyed the view.

He took the grocery bags in his hands and in the crook of his arms, and like that, it was time to go.

"We'll be late if we don't rush!" he hurried you. You knew that was just a big fat lie, and he was excited to get to wherever you were going, but you played along for as long as you could.

Taika made you go down the boardwalk again, through flourishes of people while the bags in his arms still jostled from side to side. Eventually, you stopped, just outside of a well lit building, and he took you inside.

He stepped up to a desk, signed something, and set all of the groceries down on the desk. While he did those things, you had a look around. To your left, deeper into the building and with dimmer lighting, there were tables and chairs set up. Almost all of the tables were meant for two, or for four. Before you could investigate further, Taika was back to leading you around, through a few more doors, which opened up to a big ballroom.

A few more people were waiting there, dressed almost in the same fashion as you or even a bit more flamboyantly, and obviously coupled up. Taika wrapped his arm around your waist and made you jolt.

"Care to dance?" he mused quietly and you gulped. You've got to be fucking kidding.

"You're joking," you murmured, but he wasn't, because he took you right over to the group of other couples and started conversing with them while you started to freak out quietly.

Honestly, you had never been the greatest dancer on earth. Sure, you could cut a rug from time to time, but that was in the privacy of your own home or at Taika's place if he happened to pick out a really good song worth dancing to. You knew Taika loved to see you dance, he loved to dance with you most of all, but you both never got into anything fancy.

Now was the time.

Soon, your instructors announced themselves, and the room fell mute while they introduced themselves in their very heavy Spanish accents. You stuck to Taika's side most of the time, even as the mood was set and stone. You would be learning to salsa dance. But what did this have to do with the food? You'd find out later.

To put it simply, things got... touchy. Of course, the one and only Waititi was the one touching you, wrapping his big, strong hands around your hips and making them sway back and forth, but it was personal at some point. His hips were pushed against yours most of the time, and that awakened a more primal sense.

Once the dance had been established, the lavish music and the glow of sweat and cologne heightened your senses, and the lights began to dim or flash with lavish pinks, purples, reds, yellows, and greens. You got lost in the feeling as Taika set his hands on your hips again, his warm palms making your legs ache to feel his skin touch yours. Your back was against his chest while the footwork got complicated. Focused, yet mystical.

All the couples around you, doing the same moves as you, turned to blurry blobs, and your breathing got heavier as the pace of the music piece got faster and faster. Taika's breath drew across your ear, and made you shudder. It nearly knocked you out of focus, because you bumped your hips backwards, and pushed your ass against his hips. Like a chain reaction, you felt his hands squeeze your hips a little more than he was supposed to. So, you bumped your hips back against his again, and suddenly you were whipped around by his hands, and pulled flat against his chest.

The bodies around you still writhed and moved with beauty and grace, then there was you and Taika... in the very middle of the dancefloor while a small hard on pressed against the side of your thigh. He was looking down at you, and through the darkness, just like in the corridor, you could see his expression. It was a look of want. Need.

Before anything could be done, however, the lights flashed back on, and the song had finished. Only you and Taika were out of position. The instructors paid no mind. They just clapped, as well as everyone else. Taika removed his hands from you, but made sure you were close enough to hide the little bump in his pants. You hoped there was nothing other than this, because now you really wanted to get back to the hotel room.

The couples started filing out of the room, back to where the tables and chairs were, and Taika kept you in front of him the entire time, pressed almost a little too closely to him.

"Mr. Waititi," a waitress called to him from the kitchen as you met the front desk again. "Your food has been prepared."

Taika looked at the waitress, then to you. He was debating something. You knew what, but you'd let him figure this out for himself. He was the one with the more visible problem.

"Awesome," Taika sighed, then looked down at you. "Join me for a bite real fast?" He said it through almost gritted teeth. Reluctantly... you agreed.

If it was worth it, that's for you to decide. This place had taken the groceries you bought, fruits and veggies, and made a beautiful dinner with mango kiwi sangria. With the time the lessons had taken, the chefs in the kitchen had made the perfect meal. They had even thrown in a few extra elements like chorizo and perfectly cooked rice dishes. As much as you loved the food, you couldn't forget about the need between your legs. And it was obvious Taika couldnt simply forget about his.

You would watch him squirm in his seat while he sipped on his drink, or you would find him staring at you a little more than usual, and little more intensely with each second. His eyes would gloss over, and his breathing would slow, but he'd snap out of it, only when you said something to him, or a server came out of nowhere to check on both of your meals.

Even if the dinner wasn't as romantic (although more sexually charged than you expected), you still had a fantastic time. As soon as Taika finished his dish, he paid the check and was quick to dash out the door with you at his side. Sure, you managed to have enough time to pack up what was left of your food for later, but that hardly deterred Taika's speed and agility.

The walk back to the hotel room went by faster than you thought. The crowds had started to dwindle, and lights began to dim, because all of the shops and side markets had finally closed down after a long day of work. There was just enough darkness to cover the fact that Taika had his hands all over you. All the way to your room.

The moment you touch the door handle, the frenzy began.

He closed the door with his foot, and with both hands, he grabbed your hips and slammed you against the nearest wall he could find. His lips breathed over yours, whispering dirty praises and hot needs, and his hands reached down to pull up your dress to bunch it around your waist. His hand reached between your thighs, and cupped your wet panties, just over your folds. He started to stroke it, while his lips teased over yours, never kissing you, but needing you.

His strong fingers prodded through the fabric, seeking and searching like he had done with you in the corridor of the filthy base. Filthy actions in filthy places.

You moaned for him, but he seemed busy. He continued to bunch up your dress until your stomach was exposed to him. His parched lips drug themselves down your collarbone, again, avoiding your lips, while your hand shot up into his curly hair.

"Fuck, baby," he muttered, opening his dirty mouth just to use his teeth on you. He bit down on your skin, making a hiss seethe from you through your clenched jaw. "You're so fucking beautiful... making my dick so fucking hard."

You watched him kneel, the position making his pants crumple up, but the bulge in his black pants remained as prominent as ever. His nose brushed over your stomach, and you could feel his tongue prop out softly and hover over the hem of your underwear, just as well as his teeth hooking into them. Your thighs spread on their own, and he started to pull your underwear downwards.

He could see the glisten on your clit and the need drip down your thighs. His tongue poked out again, and you felt it slide across your inner thigh. It crept higher and higher,

He placed sloppy kisses along the soft flesh. The kind of kiss that you could hear. The smack and the pop from the wetness and eagerness to taste more of you and take more of you in. He needed that, and he only got more of it as he neared your core.

"Such a wet fuckin pussy, baby," he groaned and placed his tongue along the lips of your folds. His tongue drug itself along the slit, and dipped in to be right on your aching clit. He swiped his tongue back down, pushing it along your hole. Your legs began to tremble, and he began to dig in like the meal you had gotten at the restaurant only whet his appetite.

He took you seriously this time. The rough pads of his finger nimbly drifting along your hips, tracing every mark, every bump, and every hair, because he wanted to memorize this feeling. He also wanted you to remember these exact moments, when he ate your pussy out on the exotic islands of Puerto Rico.

You gripped his hair so tight, but that only pushed him further into your cunt. His nose swiped along, to add flavor to the sensation. His face, most certainly, would be dripping with you by the end of the night.

How long this went on for? You didn't know. You also didn't know it his goal was to disturb your neighbors, because you got pretty fucking for him at some point. He didn't stop until he was satisfied, and you didn't bother keeping track of how many times you had cum on his tongue. You knew he loved the taste. He loved your taste.

Eventually, you both made it back to the bed for once, after one or two earth shattering orgasms. Thighs shaking, breaths colliding, and tongues twisting. His lips touched yours and your mouth was immediately drenched in your own taste, mixed with his.

He got you out of your dress. You stripped him of his clothes. Skin met skin, and it was an instantaneous bon fire of pure, raw sex.

His hand met your throat and he pushed you against the bed while he sat between your legs, unconsciously rubbing his dick through your folds. His lips were on yours again, and he gave your throat a gentle squeeze from time to time.

"Fuck, Taik, just put it in me," you breathed desperately, and the air grew thick. Your eyes never met his. You just watched the way his hips rolled into you, and took the time to feel his scratchy hair rub against your belly each time. You were addicted.

"You're so soft..." His large hands trailed down your stomach, "I'd rather just play with you and see what would happen if I teased you some more." His snickering and plotting drew a whine from you. It sounded so pitiful, he knew you were on the edge already.

"Aw, pretty girl?" He clicked his tongue in a fake sympathetic way, "You don't like to play games, do you? That's such a shame... I thought fuck dolls loved to be played with."

"Taika," you whined again, and you started to wriggle beneath him.

Taika didn't usually mind it when you wiggled about, but something about tonight, it really pissed him off a small bit.

"You want it?" He hissed. "Fucking fine."

You nearly screamed so loud, the hotel walls would have shook, but he shoved himself in, with hardly any warning, and slapped a hand over your mouth.

"You're such a loudmouth... just shut up and take it," he muttered by your ear, and his hips wasted no time making a fool out of you. While one of his hands stayed over your mouth, the other was planted by your head, almost threateningly, and he gripped the bedsheets. If you had just turned your head a little bit, you would have seen the veins popping on his wrist.

Taika pressed his thumb right on the high of your cheekbone, keeping your mouth clamped shut harder as he lost himself in you. Fuck it, you were gone too. High as a kite as he pummeled you and fucked you up something awful.

He was making your sore already, with the intense clap of his hips that never seemed to slow. He was persistent. He was determined.

You let yourself cum for him way too many times that night, and he knew it. He would watch your eyes roll back, and the way your body would weakly tense each time, like you were recieving an electric shock to the brain. And he kept going. He kept going for a long time.

You just let him use you as the night went on, and the look of satisfaction grew more intensely each time you spilled over. It went on and on and on... until he suddenly just couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh my God," he panted, finally letting you speak out and be more vocal, but he had knocked all the breath from your lungs, so there was nothing you could say. "You're so fucking tight... so fuckin pretty, holy shit."

Taika's head rocked back and his eyes watched the ceiling. Shit. He was starting to give out. Shit, shit, shit.

He hunched back over, his thrusts becoming uneven with the ache of anxiousness and lust. It was a blissful, awful, horrible mix. Taika fucking loved it.

A grunt, a groan, and a brand new hickey to get him through it. He finally gave in, burying his face in the same shoulder he marked you on, kissing, lapping and nipping at your skin, as he came, and filled you up.

His body shook and quivered like an earthquake, and soon he felt much heavier on you. Exhaustion kicked in, and you felt like falling asleep right then and there.

You managed a hand to rub up and down his back, comfortingly, and he would let out the occasional groan in response.

"Do you have any more surprises I should be aware of?" you asked, voice hoarse and very very quiet.

"I might," Taika asked after a long pause of silence. "But those are for later..."

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double trouble. spencer reid.

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where y/n pulls the short straw and has to double up with spencer.

There is a chart within the BAU: a solid, concise graph that portrays, arguably the most, vital information within the FBI. Intricately designed, Garcia and Y/N had managed to construct a comprehensible guide to who in the team was the most pleasant to share a room with. At first it was a joke, originated from a slow day of nothing but paperwork Y/N had spent in Garcia's lair. Conversations arose, and soon after so did the chart.

It's built up on categories such as conversation, tidiness, sleeping conditions and even hygiene. There are ten available points per category, and Emily loses said ten points for sleeping conditions because her snores can be heard from China. The points are the basis of the game, essential in order to rank the team individually and compile them into a list of favourability. Spencer is at the bottom of that list.

"I don't get it, I'm a delight," Spencer argued, strolling alongside Morgan up the small flight of stairs to the BAU room. Another case had forced them to prepare for the jet in 30 minutes, but Hotch and the rest of the team had very different perspectives on preparation. Especially after what he said when they entered the room.

"Okay, before we start you should know I called ahead to book a hotel and they had limited rooms. We all have one but you're going to have to double up."

Y/N had never seen an American Western movie before, but she imagined that the cliché standoff looked a lot like what happened in the BAU room subsequent to that announcement. Those that had been sitting launched to their feet, uncaring to the chairs rolling free behind them. If someone was holding something it dropped onto the table, or even the floor. Communication faltered, and all anyone dared to do was stare at each other.

When Hotch looked up from his file, he had to do a double take because of the drastic change in atmosphere. His team were all standing metres apart; Y/N had a hand over her gun.

"I think we all know what this calls for," she said.

"Get it," Morgan gestured to the back of the room. Y/N's movement caused a surge of motion as everyone sat at the table attentively. Hotch tried to turn the attention back to the screen with the crime scene photos, but even JJ was more focused on the whiteboard rolling into the room.

Y/N stood by it's side, and on her way forced Hotch into a seat. She grabbed the top corner and flipped it over to reveal the coloured array of pie charts, bullet-points and bar charts.

"I still don't see why this is necessary," Spencer whined from the back of the room.

"I don't see why you've obviously spent more time and effort on this than any of your cases," Hotch added.

"Okay, you two are just jealous because you're at the bottom of the list," Y/N snarked, then addressed the team. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today, in holy matrimony, to judge your fellow coworkers and deem who is the least likeable. Spoiler alert: it's Spencer."

At this, the aforementioned agent threw his pen directly at Y/N's head. She shrieked, then turned to him with a glare as she tried to untangle it from her hair. He laughed wholeheartedly, and the team snickered not only at Spencer's attack but the way they were so obviously and obliviously in love with each other.

"This chart makes no sense! I mean, how do I only have five points for hygiene? We all know I'm the cleanest out of everyone here."

"I agree with you Spencer," Y/N said, "your hygiene is at a ten point standard but unfortunately people don’t want to compete with said ten point standard, so that loses you five points, gorgeous.”

Spencer didn't reply (only sulked into his seat), half because he's shocked by the injustice of the chart and the other half because he's shocked Y/N just called him gorgeous.

"Alright! The hat, please," She exclaimed, enticing Spencer from his trance. Garcia presented the fedora over the table, and Y/N began talking immediately when she saw Hotch's mouth open in objection because were they really using the fedora from the unsub they caught last week?

Only four people took turns in picking names out of the hat; ever since in incident in '04 where lack of coordination made for everyone picking a name of someone who had already picked someone else. It resulted in a few brawls when Morgan wouldn't budge from his choice of Garcia even though his name had been pulled by Reid.

It never took them long to pick names out of desperation, considering the name-picking determined how the next 24 + hours were going to go. So when Y/N picked out Spencer's name, no one blamed her when she practically collapsed to the floor.

"That's karma," Spencer said upon her unraveling.

"I thought you didn't believe in karma," she sneered, stomping back onto her feet.

"In situations like these it seems to be the only viable explanation."

Y/N just rolled her eyes at him on her way out of the room, muttering under her breath that she'll be briefed when she's aboard, because she needed a moment alone for a pep-talk on how murdering your colleague apparently isn't socially acceptable.

On her way out, faintly in the background, Morgan caught sight of Emily and JJ fist-bumping victoriously, and realised that Y/N's demise more than certainly involved some foul play. Oh well, he thought, it'll make for good entertainment.

———

"Science shows us that we feel more personally connected with people who have similar postures, vocal rhythms, facial expressions and even eye blinking. If you consciously sync these factors your brain activity could follow, resulting in what many people call 'clicking' wi-"

"I cannot believe you asked me why you lost seven points for conversation and then followed with that."

"What? What's wrong with science?"

"Oh, Spence, you're so gorgeous but so oblivious," Y/N sighed, exhausted from a mixture of jet lag and Spencer's enthusiastic take on the science of conversation. They had only just stepped foot in the room, and she was already drained from the mere thought of having to bunk with him for the next however many hours.

Y/N is quick to throw her things down as soon as they enter the room. She dumps her suitcase by the door and launches a few more things on the cabinets around her, then tries to ignore Spencer's sounds of distaste as she does this. She's frankly too tired to care, and jumps onto the bed without thinking; she's so enervated she doesn't even realise there's only the one bed.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Spencer suddenly asks despite the silence that passed and the obvious fact that Y/N is trying to get some shut eye.

All he receives is an incomprehensible mumble from under the pillows, but he takes it as a response anyway.

"Why do you keep, uh, keep calling me 'gorgeous' I mean, I'm not, uh..." he stammers, fidgeting with the room key in his hands while he stands in front of the wardrobe to make it seem like he's doing something and doesn't care as much as he does.

"I'd say it's pretty self explanatory."

He senses the fatigue in her voice, so just leaves it with a shrug of his shoulders and a content smile, then goes to organising his array of sweater vests onto the hangers. When he's done with this, he turns around to make himself a coffee; taking a different approach to the jet lag than Y/N.

At the thought of her, he looks up to see her sprawled out across the bed. She's clutching onto a pillow and seems so relaxed that Spencer has to look away for a moment because he's more than certain he shouldn't be seeing a coworker like this. Nevertheless, he smiles upon her peaceful ambience, and hopes the boiling kettle doesn't disturb her too much.

When it's done brewing, Spencer sips the coffee cautiously and strides over to a small chair in the corner of the room. Here, Y/N's slumped figure is directly in his view, so he can't help but see her so casually on the bed. Wait, the bed... oh shit.

He knows that the chances of him getting the bed are slim. For one, Y/N's pretty much already claimed that territory, and, even if she hadn't, Spencer knew she'd put up one hell of a fight for it. He only hoped there were some extra blankets and pillows that could aid in making the floor at least somewhat comfortable.

"So, uh, Rock Paper Scissors for the bed?" He asks, then slurps his coffee. His voice rouses Y/N for a moment, and he's sure she's dozed back off again until his words sink in and she turns around to him with bleary eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"One bed. Two people," he says nervously and gestures to the space between them.

And it takes Y/N a moment. She looks from Spencer to the bed, then stares at the pillows for a long while, then she looks at Spencer again, then the bed. Then, she lets out a blood-curdling cry so loud that Reid has to cover his ears.

"Why!" She screams, slamming her hands down on the mattress. Spencer can't help but laugh, snickering behind his hand which only infuriates Y/N more.

"Okay, okay!" He moves to calm her down when he can practically see the steam coming out of her ears, "rock paper scissors, come on."

"Oh, I don't want to do that, Spence," she whines.

"Why? 'Cause you know you'll lose?" With his patronisation he raises an eyebrow at her when he approaches the end of the bed, his fist already raised. His condescension makes Y/N irrefutably stubborn, and she knows he's doing it on purpose -because he always does- but she doesn't care when it means she has a chance to beat Spencer at something.

"Fine," she grumbles. She sweeps the hair from her face and sits up straight, shuffling to the end of the bed and letting her legs dangle down; they brush against Spencer's own and he clears his throat amid the contact.

The slap of her fist against her palm indicates the beginning of the game. Y/N knows that she's unlikely to win, because Spencer is bound to have calculated some sure-fire plan to succeed in every round of Rock Paper Scissors.

This is why, when Spencer pulls paper and she pulls scissors, she screams in delight.

"No," Spencer says bluntly, then demands, "best out of three."

"Oh no," she chuckles, "it's never been that way before, it isn't now, gorgeous."

Spencer throws his head back in a groan, kneeling on the floor in defeat. He stays there because he figures he ought to become acquainted with it.

———

When nighttime rolls around, Y/N is pretty excited. She's already texted the BAU group chat a record seventeen times about the matter, yet somehow the team hasn't gotten sick of it thus far, and may even be more exhilarated than she is. It's the one good thing to come out of sharing a room with Spencer: that she gets to watch him wiggle in discomfort on his makeshift bed of blankets and pillows on the floor.

Except, when it comes down to it, it isn't that fun at all.

He's wriggling, yes, but it's doesn't exactly fulfil her with any satisfaction; if anything, it's just sad. He struggles to reach any form, never mind pinnacle, of relaxation, and Y/N actually feels pretty guilty at the subordination. So when the clock hits midnight and she's still hearing Spencer grunting when he hits a certain incessant bump in the carpet, she gives in and sits up.

Upon the sudden sound of bedsheets rustling, Spencer freezes because he thinks he's going to get shouted at, but it's the opposite that scares him even more.

"Do you want to get in bed?" Her voice sounds, the hush penetrating through the air.

Immediately Spencer rises; he wants nothing more than to take her up on her offer, but he is, unfortunately, chivalrous.

"No, no, it's okay," he whispers back, already delving back under his covers.

"Spencer. Just take the bed, I can't sleep with you tossing and turning," she says, hoping the complaint will cover up her caring behaviour.

"Be careful, Y/L/N, it almost sounds like you care."

"Shut up, do you want the bed or not?"

"I do but, unlike you, I'm actually a good person and wouldn't want to see you lying on the floor-"

"Uh, I'm offering you the bed, aren't I? That's gotta earn me some brownie points," she remarked, now having turned on a lamp. "Besides, if you're that bothered about it, we'll just share."

This makes Spencer stop: his torso is turned abnormally in his angle to see Y/N behind him, the blankets feebly draping across him show the Doctor Who shirt he's wearing, and his hair is a tousled mess that Y/N just knows will take him hours to fix in the morning. Well, that was tomorrow's problem, she contemplated, right now the issue lied in who, if either of them, was going to sleep on the floor.

"Uh, share? You.. uh, you really wanna do that?"

"As long as you don't snore, or kick; whats the harm?"

Spencer avoids dumping information about the harm of them sleeping together: how this kind of physical contact releases oxytocin, a chemical compound in the brain that exhibits feelings of empathy, trust, relaxation and even reduces anxiety. He saves her this because it's just past midnight and he doubts she wants to hear about the scientific risk of them growing to like each other.

"Oh, okay," he agrees instead. He clambers up from his pile of blankets and clutches a pillow to his chest while he stumbles over. Y/N shuffles to one side and pulls the duvet back, and he's more than happy to get under warm, comfy sheets.

"Let me just make something clear," Y/N says while Spencer adjusts into the pillows. He doesn't do this for long because one is snatched from under his head. When he moves to object, he sees it being planted next to his arm, creating a definite border between them.

"Your side, my side," Y/N says sternly, "that clear?"

"Crystal."

———

It's around three am when Y/N stirs awake. At first she can't grasp what's roused her, but then she hears a noise, and assumes there's got to be some construction going on outside because what she hears is alike to the humming of machinery. When she gains a reasonable amount of consciousness, she realises the sound is a bit too close to home.

Her hand reaches out across the bed, and when she accidentally whacks Spencer on the chest, she worries she's awoken him, until the noise starts again and it's here she discovers it's coming from him.

Oh shit, she thinks, please don't tell me my co-worker is having a sex dream while I'm lying right next to him.

He isn't, but Y/N isn't sure the reality is any better.

The moaning sound he first emitted has progressed into some sort of panicked grunt, accompanied by occasional whines. Soon, his body is flinching away from an invisible force.

Y/N knows it's probably best to leave it, that if she wakes him up he might be too confused and scared, he'll be disoriented, but when he starts screaming, she doesn't have anything else to resort to.

"Spence, Spencer! Wake up, hey," she shakes him, and he's awake in seconds. Sitting up straight, Y/N sees him hitting things that aren't there; it's only when she turns the light on that he eventually calms down.

"I'm sorry," he croaks immediately. Then his head is in his hands as he leans on his knees, and Y/N is overcome with a feeling completely foreign to her in regard to Spencer: empathy.

"Don't be, it-... it's okay," her voice takes a calm turn, and she even puts a hand on his back because anything that happens after three am is as good as forgotten anyway.

"You were right, I'm sorry," Spencer mutters. "This'll lose me ten points for sleeping conditions, huh?"

His attempt at cracking a joke does make Y/N smile, but even he can tell it's one of pity.

"Don't be silly. Do you want to, uh, talk about it?"

"I just wanna sleep," he sighs, and falls back into the pillows. Y/N creases her brows in sympathy, then lies down next to him; she stares at the ceiling for a while, and the steadying of Spencer's breathing makes her think he fell asleep a while ago, so she leans to turn off the lamp before his voice breaks the silence.

"Can you keep the light on?"

His sudden ask makes Y/N jump, but she steadies under the softness of Spencer's voice. When she turns to him his eyes are barely open, but he can see the benevolent smile she's giving him; something he rarely sees from Y/N.

"Of course," she says, then lies back down into the indent she's made in the bed.

"Thanks," he replies, and Y/N notices this is the least she's ever heard Spencer talk.

"You know," she starts, "it's not silly to be afraid of the dark; it's basic human instinct. I mean, it's evolution: humans have a... a tendency to be afraid of the dark, our visual sense vanishes and we can't detect anything around us. It's primal instinct, or... something, I guess."

At the end of her ramble, she's afraid she's sent Spencer to sleep, because he's gone uncharacteristically placid, but -yet again- he surprises her.

"Now who's losing points for conversation?"

Y/N's laugh after this is so hearty and genuine that Spencer can't help but smile, grin even. His chest rumbles with a chuckle, and Y/N feels the mattress shake under their collaboration of laughter, when it dies down they're both still beaming.

"Maybe I've been hanging around you too much," she declares. It's a jab, but her cheek rests against the pillow when she turns her head to him because her smile is so wide, and Spencer reciprocates; the act is unfamiliar to the pair, but warming nonetheless.

When it goes silent, Y/N doesn't expect to sleep at all. The Pavlov affect of the light being on tricks her brain into thinking she should be wide awake (something she learnt from Spencer), so she lies there patiently; hands intertwined resting on her chest. She twiddles her thumbs, almost as if she's waiting for something to happen.

"I'm sorry you have nightmares," she mutters.

Spencer's eyes flutter open, and she goes to make another apology, this time for waking him, but he clears his throat so she lets him take the lead.

"S'Not your fault, I just, I don't know. I get these dreams, these weird dreams - ever since I was a kid. I guess they just... developed into nightmares since I joined the BAU," he mumbles. "We see some pretty bad stuff."

Y/N hums, "we do, don't we?"

Her speech doesn't warrant a response, so Spencer just smiles again and they both silently call it a night. Reid is asleep in seconds, which Y/N finds admirable, while she stays still for a while. The way the orange light is bouncing off Spencer's physique makes him look like he's centre stage of an oil painting. The detail she's gaining of his pores and his eyelashes from being so close to him is both daunting and beautiful at the same time. His resting body reminds her of the pieces on display in an art exhibit Spencer dragged her along to one day last autumn. She wonders if he took anyone else to that exhibit, and hopes he didn't.

She soundlessly admires the rise of his chest: the melody of his breathing amid the chagrin of an occasional nose whistle. His hair, once a foreseeable inconvenience, is now an abundance of, what Y/N can only describe as, natural radiance; it's all curls and frizz and length that she's begged him to never lay a hand on. She can't help but run a hand through it. When she does, it's a lot softer than she expected and makes her think, wow I've really got to find out what conditioner he is using while she's untangling any knots she comes across. It only results in more frizz but he'll gel it back with product in the morning (much to Y/N's disappointment).

The noise he exudes when Y/N scratches his scalp makes her heart melt immediately. It is the sound of innocence wrapped up in a ball of revere, the way it comes from his chest and catches in the back of his throat in a small, naive whine. Then he subconsciously curls into her hold and is practically purring when she continues to scrape her fingernails gently across his head.

The ambivalence of it all is what makes Y/N stop. Spencer Reid isn't the kind of guy she ever anticipated to have a crush on. He didn't fit into the pattern of her list of exes, not even one feature of him came close to anything of her usual type. Where she'd normally be taken to movies and dinners, Spencer ventured with her to museums, public symposiums, art exhibits. Y/N can't resist fondly reminiscing on a library trip they took last week that resulted in them checking out each of their favourite books for one another. And while, on paper, this was romantic and harmonious, they were strictly platonic. Barely that; they took the piss out of each other at every opportunity, not even always as a joke. Y/N had collapsed in sorrow when she pulled his name out of the hat.

But the smile on Spencer's face... his serene expression and soft hair makes Y/N's knees weak for a totally different reason. And she figures this feeling trumps whatever feigned resentment she has been portraying over the years.

Fine, she thought, stubborn as always when it came to Spencer, I'll tell him when he wakes up. She began to bask in the peace that came before whatever storm could potentially riot tomorrow when she told Spencer how she felt. She guessed she had at least a few hours to relish in their friendship and the love they had built.

She guessed wrong.

Spencer's eyes were fluttering open before Y/N had even began conjuring up what she was going to say. Unfortunately, when she made a plan she stuck to it; she was beginning to see why her stubbornness could be such an unattractive quality.

Spencer squinted harshly with the light, and the first thing he managed to see clearly was the discreet panic in Y/N's eyes. He took a quick survey of the room to eliminate what visible factors that could reason her alarm; when he ruled out any unsub with a gun to her head, he relaxed.

Rubbing his eyes, he looked to the window, and it didn't seem to be daylight yet.

"Haven't you been to sleep?" He asked, more than prepared to educate her in the necessities of getting a good night's rest.

"Not yet. You've only been out a few minutes," she said softly, retracting her hand from his locks. Here, Spencer realised he didn't like the feeling of Y/N's absence.

"Oh," he hummed, "I was dreaming. I think Darth Vader was there..."

Y/N chuckled lightheartedly, "of course he was."

Spencer seemed willing to remain awake, but time was limited and Y/N wasn't sure when he'd be dozing off again. So, she made her move.

"Listen, I wasn't going to say anything until morning but, you're awake so I may as well tell you now..."

He's visibly intrigued; with a quirked eyebrow and digging the knuckle-joint of his finger in a rubbing motion in the corner of his eye to try and gain some sense of vivacity. Still, all he can respond with is a drone.

"And I don't want this to, I don't know, freak you out? Or to make anything awkward, so if it does, we can just... pretend this never happened, okay? I mean it."

This manages to obtain Y/N the attention she needs, because, without delay, Spencer has both eyes open and his eyebrows are knitted together in mostly concern. Now, with his eager expression, Y/N wishes he had stayed nonchalant.

"What's wrong?"

"I just... I guess. I mean, I like you? I think? I know, really. I just - you're not like any other guy, and I like that, that's a good thing! I mean, what other guy knows how to build a rocket and make a coin appear behind your ear?"

Spencer chuckles, and his eyes are wide and bright like he's been suddenly granted passage to a whole new world. Mouth agape with wonder, he's like a child being told he can finally play on the big-kid swings: buzzing with excitement and anticipation, just like said rockets he launches and gets in trouble with Hotch for.

"You mean like this?" He asks and leans forward to brandish a dime from behind Y/N's earlobe.

"Okay, like, who does that!" She screeches way too loudly for three am. When she clasps a hand over her mouth Spencer chortles and slowly removes her grasp. He's timid, so initially only presses a chaste kiss to her knuckles, then feels the ambience in the room shift; suddenly everything has devolved from blushing antics and stumbles of words to serenity in a matter of seconds.  

Spencer's pecks adhere to Y/N's hands, lingering on the skin of her knuckles and occasionally peppering to her palms. It isn't until a few kisses later that he brings himself to move closer, and even here his courage only brings him to her cheek.

When the corner of his lips press lustfully upon her face, Y/N doesn't hesitate in turning her head ever so slightly. His lips part, and he breaks away to glance at her and make sure this isn't all one big misunderstanding. But her gaze is matched to his mouth, and soon her lips. In a fumble to close the (already compact) space between them, the kiss they share is warm and breathy, it's passionate and lewd, especially with the arrangement in which Spencer places his hands: cupping one side of her face and the placing the other at her neck so he can rest his fingertips in the hold atop Y/N's spine.

Wherever his fingers touch leaves a trail of goosebumps which Y/N hopes never diminish; she wants every piece of evidence she can muster of Spencer's caresses, however this changes when Spencer's lips begin on the formidable task of her neck.

"Stop," she pants, and the hands that had inevitably reached his hair again are now pushing slightly on his shoulders. Her request makes Spencer drop his hands immediately.

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"No, you didn't. It was nice. I just, I don't want everyone to see," she gestured to the red patch that had already formed above her clavicle where Spencer had only been nibbling a moment prior.

"Right, yeah," he breathed. A giddy smile forced its way onto his face when he looked at the way Y/N's lips had reddened and become swollen, especially her bottom (now essentially permanent) pout originated from the persistence of Spencer's tendency to drag his teeth along her lip and enclose it in a bite.

"You know, I predicted this would happen. Scientifically, people are a lot more likely to be attracted to one another after sleeping together. Subconsciously, we feel more capable in our ability to trust that person because we've been so vulnerable and open in a compromising position. The oxytocin we get from sharing physical contact like that is the same we produce in an orgasm."

"Oh," Y/N squeaked, while Spencer lay there with a proud smile on his face, not really registering the effect he'd had on her by using the word 'orgasm'.

"Oxytocin is heavily released during kissing too, so... I guess we're pretty bonded."

Y/N chuckled, smiling at his blushed cheeks. "I guess we are."

"It's, uh, it's actually also called the 'cuddle hormone' because it's primarily recognised as being released during hugging.”

"And that's your way of asking me if I want to cuddle?"

Spencer's smile was unmissable: shifting nervously between tight-lipped and beaming wide, his eyes were the only part of his countenance that stilled; locked on Y/N.

"Yes, I, uh, I believe it is."

She tried to suppress her grin, but it was no use.

"Big spoon or little spoon?" She asked.

"Oh, little spoon... obviously."

fin.

[mothandpidgeon]

THE SINS OF THE FATHER - a Molly York story PART 2

(gif by @pajamasecrets)

PROLOGUE - PART 1

MASTERLIST

Characters: Dave York, Molly York (Carol and Alice, too)

Words: 3500

Rating: T

Warnings: character death (canon), loss of a parent, angst, training your daughter to be an assassin?

Summary: After contacting a mysterious acquaintance of her later father's, Molly York learns more about the man. And about his death.

a/n: I'm a little obsessed with this fic right now. I love writing soft!Dave and his daughter. I know this isn't the mean daddy Dave smut we usually love, but I'd love to hear from you if you're enjoying this!

Thanks @purplepascal042 for helping me with this part! Love you, B!

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Dave is exhausted from jet lag, sprawled on the bed, still in his shirt and slacks. The last job took a lot out of him. He needs a shower but his body won’t budge.

“Daddy are you sleeping?” Molly asks from the doorway in a stage whisper.

“What’s going on?”

“Will you help me with my homework?” she asks. She’s clutching a worksheet and a pencil.

“Sure. Come here,” he says and she climbs onto the bed beside him. “What’ve we got?”

“I have to interview a grown up about their job. For Career Day,” she explains.

Dave looks over the page, his tired eyes barely focusing. “Did you ask Mommy to do this?”

“I want you to do it,” Molly insists.

He lets Molly read him each prompt and he answers as simply as possible. She dutifully writes down each answer in scrawling pencil.

“How do you spell ‘investigation?’” she asks.

“Sound it out,” he encourages. He’s so burnt, he’s not sure he can manage to spell it either.

“‘What is your favorite part about your job?’” she reads.

Dave sighs longer than he means to. “Coming home to my family.”

“No, Daddy! It has to be about work!”

The address Capra had given Molly was a boarded up movie theater off the highway about 30 miles outside of DC. Molly told Carol that she was shopping for dorm decor when she’d left the house full of nerves. She’d gotten so good at lying, sometimes she believed her own.

The parking lot was empty, the cracks in its pavement filled in with grass, punctuated by street lights every few yards. Molly had expected to meet at a coffee shop or a restaurant, not some out of the way place. She was sitting on the trunk of her car, her leg bouncing, when a black BMW pulled up. The woman driving it looked to be in her late 40s, her hair pulled back neatly. When she stepped out of her car, she pulled her sunglasses down her nose and eyed Molly up and down.

“How old are you now? 20?”

“18,” Molly told her.

“You’re the older one?”

“Yeah,” Molly said.

Capra approached her and she hopped down from the bumper.

“Didn’t your dad ever teach you not to talk to strangers?” she asked.

Molly hesitated. She had her pepper spray in her back pocket and she was much younger, probably quicker than this woman. But Dad wouldn’t give her Capra’s number if he didn’t trust her. Still, Molly decided to lean against her car and keep her distance.

“You know a lot about me for a stranger,” Molly replied.

Capra grinned. She nodded her head back and said, “Walk with me.”

Molly paced the pavement with her, glancing at the woman beside her. She was slim with sharp features, whispers of frown lines in her face. Capra offered Molly a cigarette which she declined.

“Is Capra your first name?”

“It’s what my friends call me,” she replied.

There was a darkness in her tone that made Molly edgy.

“Did you work with my dad at the agency?” Molly asked.

That would explain some things. But Capra laughed.

“No.” Capra observed Molly and then her lip twitched up into a wistful smile. “Jeez I bet everybody tells you you look just like him.”

Molly’s stomach churned.

“Were you and my dad-”

“No,” Capra said. “God no. Your dad was...a complicated guy but not when it came to his family.”

Molly nodded, not sure if she felt relieved or if that just gave her more questions.

“So how did you know each other?” She asked.

“It’s a long story,” Capra said, scratching her forehead. “We did some freelance work together.”

Capra made some small talk, asking Molly where she was headed for college, what she’d be studying. Molly had so many questions of her own she could only manage short answers. Finally, she had to ask the question that had been nagging at her the loudest.

“Do you know what happened to my dad? How he died?” She’d stopped walking.

“I know the same as you,” Capra said.

“Which is?” Molly asked. She wasn’t going to accept such a vague answer.

Capra gave a wry smile. She flicked her cigarette butt to the ground and twisted it into the pavement under her shoe. Molly’s heart sped up. She’d caught Capra in a lie.

“You’re a clever one,” she said.

“It wasn’t an accident, was it?” Molly asked. She searched Capra’s face for an answer. “Please.”

“I wasn’t there,” she replied.

“But you know. Please. I need to know.”

Molly felt like she was holding her breath. Capra looked away, then back at Molly.

“You don’t want to know,” Capra said.

“I do,” Molly said. She balled her hands into fists so she didn’t shake Capra by her shoulders.

“He wouldn’t want you to know.”

“How do you know that?” Molly spat. “What the hell do you know about him? I’ve never even heard of you. You don’t know.”

“Trust me, there’s plenty about your father you didn’t know,” Capra snapped back.

Molly was so frustrated she wanted to cry. Instead she let out a growl and turned back towards her car.

“Fuck this!” She stomped away.

She’d crossed half of the parking lot when she heard Capra call after her. Molly squared her shoulders, tried to compose herself, and turned around to glare at the woman. Capra was clutching the bridge of her nose, her eyes shut. Finally she dropped her hand with an exasperated sigh and pulled out another cigarette. Capra lit it as she closed the distance between them, blowing smoke out of her mouth and shaking her head. She held the cigarette out to Molly.

“You’re going to want one of these. And you’re going to need to sit down for this.”

Dave parks the car in the driveway. Molly is sitting in the passenger seat, still grinning from her first experience at the shooting range.

“Now remember,” Dave says before he opens the door, “this is our secret. So if Mom asks where we were, just tell her our cover story.”

She nods eagerly but then her lips twist into a thoughtful frown.

“It’s lying,” she says.

Dave feels guilty for a moment. Deceit is practically second nature for him but what kind of father teaches his daughter to be dishonest?

“But it’s a white lie,” she justifies to herself. “Right?”

Dave kisses the crown of her head.

“It’s alright, baby. Everybody has secrets.”

Molly felt dizzy. The story Capra told her made her feel like she’d gone from a tilt-a-whirl into a funhouse. Everything was distorted and she was upside down. Already, she was replaying her memories of Dad with this new context tinging them like a dark filter.

Dad kissing her on the forehead before bed. Hoisting her onto his shoulders on the 4th of July. Singing along to “Baba O’Riley” and drumming on the steering wheel. Dad killing people. Earning blood money. Dying by someone else’s hand.

“It’s a lot,” Capra said. They were sitting in Molly’s parked car, the windows rolled down, the sound of the highway traffic washing through like white noise. “But he did it for you.”

Molly’s eyes flicked to her. She hadn't asked for anybody to die.

“He was trying to take care of his family,” Capra clarified.

She let Molly sit in silence for a while as she sorted out what she’d just heard. Molly felt like she was grieving him all over again. Except this time she mourned the father she knew.

“My mom-"

“She never knew,” Capra said.

Molly nodded weakly.

“It was a secret because he loved you.”

Molly felt a tear slip from her eye. She didn’t want to feel hurt. She didn’t like feeling deceived. She wiped her face and set her jaw.

“What happened to Mac?” she asked.

She remembered meeting the man who had killed her father. Everything that had happened just before he died was so clear in her memory. She could still see Mac’s face, his friendly smile.

He’d seemed like such a nice guy. She remembered asking him a load of questions as he rode with them to school and he’d laughed and told Carol what a bright girl she was.

It sickened her to know he’d been right there. So close. And she was so small and clueless. Had Dad known what was coming?

“He lives up in New England,” Capra said. “Retired.”

Molly turned to Capra, anger burning in her chest.

“He’s still alive?” she asked.

“Afraid so,” Capra said.

Molly looked back out the windshield, took a deep breath. Retired. Dad would never get to retire. Go golfing or build model cars or whatever old men did.

“And you do...what my dad did?” she asked.

Capra didn’t confirm or deny it.

“You can’t discuss this. With anyone,” she informed her.

Molly nodded again. She wouldn’t dream of telling Carol this. She would protect her from the truth just like dad had.

“I’m sorry about this,” Capra said before they parted ways. “You’ve got my number. Give me a call if you ever need anything.”

As Molly drove home, thoughts solidified in her mind.

Dad was a killer. But he’d been a killer before, in the Marines. He’d still loved her. He went to her karate matches and read her bedtime stories. She might have lived her whole life without ever finding out what Dave York really was.

If he hadn’t died.

He could have taught her how to drive. Taken photos before senior prom. Visited colleges with her.

He would have danced with her at her wedding. Helped her fix up her first home. Held her future children in his arms.

If he hadn’t been murdered.

And what about mom? She wouldn’t have worried about calling plumbers and taking her car to the mechanic. Run herself ragged getting Alice to dance class and Molly to archery competitions. She wouldn't have had to sleep alone every night.

If it hadn’t been for Robert McCall.

Molly could absolve her father’s sins. But Mac she would never forgive.

“Young lady, open this door right now,” Dave barks.

“You told me to go to my room! I’m in my room!” Molly snaps through her bedroom door.

She’s given Carol lip all morning and he’s had enough of the attitude. Every day, his sweet little girl is fading more and more into a stubborn teenager.

“You do not slam doors in this house.”

“Leave me alone!” Molly yells. “I hate you!”

Dave knows that she’s angry and she’s got a bad temper. That these outbursts are the first signs of puberty rearing its ugly head. But, still, her words punch him right in the gut.

“If that’s how you’re going to speak to your father, then you’re grounded,” he manages.

“Good!”

Molly had been reserved ever since Dave’s death but, after meeting Capra, she felt her melancholy harden into bitterness. She went through college. She didn’t make a lot of friends or date many people. She studied, she practiced her marksmanship, she trained.

As soon as Molly turned 18, she was back at the gun range. It had been a long time since Dad had taken her for target practice but she was pleasantly surprised by her grouping. She’d had a good teacher.

She liked everything about shooting. Not just because it had been a secret she shared with her father. She liked the ritual– loading the magazine, carefully picking up the gun. She liked the focus– taking a deep breath and looking down the barrel. She liked the power.

Mac’s grin stayed fixed in her mind. She thought about it when she pulled herself from bed at five in the morning to do push ups. She pictured it when she worked herself into a sweat at the gym’s punching bag. She imagined it when she put holes through the head of the target at the shooting range.

She didn’t think she’d have the chance to do that in real life. But she dreamed about it almost every night.

Molly had always stayed close to home but she visited less and less. Alice started college in New York so Carol had an empty nest. Molly could hardly bring herself to visit her mother anymore.

Molly had always been good at keeping secrets but this one was the most difficult. Every time she saw Carol, Molly imagined how devastated she would be if she knew the truth. It had become too painful pretending and so Molly simply avoided most situations where she would have to.

Capra stayed in touch, calling every so often to check in. It was clear to Molly that she felt responsible for this angst but there was no one else to talk to about it.

Some people were driven by ambition or lust or creativity. During college, it felt like Molly ran on anger. It helped her concentrate, to work hard. She graduated at the top of her class and had no trouble landing a job that paid well.

Adulthood was different.

Dave had been wise enough to set up trusts for the girls so Molly hadn’t racked up student debt. But now she had rent and bills and car insurance. She couldn’t stuff herself with fries from the dining hall and call that a meal. She had to work long hours for a demanding boss. She had to take care of herself. She had to go through the monotony of life.

When it came down to it, she just didn’t have the energy to be mad anymore.

Molly still held a flame inside. Mainly, she kicked herself for not getting to the gym more often. She hated that she was moving on. She had dulled as she got older, as she followed the news every day and saw that the world was a shitty place where justice was scarce.

Molly was in her childhood bedroom, going through layers of old school papers, polaroids from her friends’ bat mitzvahs, and certificates from karate tournaments like an archeological dig.

Carol was finally selling the family home. Downsizing. The girls were there to help clean things out, decide what should go to the Salvation Army and what would be going home with them.

It pained Molly to think about the house with another family living inside it. Even now in her late twenties, she still walked in the door and expected Dad to come around the corner from the kitchen, to say, “Hey, kiddo!” the way he used to. Once the house was sold, she would never experience that sensation again.

It was strange, Molly thought, how you could live somewhere for all of your life and then, one day, you’re locked out forever.

Carol was moving to a two bedroom condo closer to the city so she couldn’t take all of this junk with her. Molly packed a bankers box with some trophies and a few of her favorite books and brought it down to the kitchen.

Alice was leaned against the island, lazily sorting through cookbooks. Although the day called for packing boxes and hauling trash bags, she was dressed to the nines. Molly wondered if her sister owned casual clothes anymore. Alice had gotten a job at a fashion magazine and, although it seemed like she was low in the pecking order, she acted as though she was Anna Wintour herself.

“That’s all you’re taking?” Carol asked, eyeing the box.

Molly shrugged. She already had already taken the things that were most precious to her long ago.

“You know, Mom, if you don’t want to move, I can help you with the mortgage,” Molly said.

Molly had been saving up to buy a place of her own but she would happily give that up for her mother. Nowhere would ever feel like home the way this house did.

“It’s time,” Carol said. “I don’t need this much house to myself.”

Mom didn’t look her age but the bags under her eyes had grown more defined. She’d stopped coloring the streak of grey hair that had come in at her temple.

“It’s a good idea,” Alice jumped in. “Mom needs to get out there again. She hasn’t met any guys in the suburbs.”

The idea of Mom dating always made Molly bristle. She didn’t want Carol to be lonely but couldn’t picture her with a man who wasn’t Dad. The same way she couldn’t see her living in a different house.

“I’m going to work on the study,” Molly said and retreated to the home office.

This had been Dad’s room and, even though it had accumulated a mess of things over the years— old workout tapes, discarded hobbies, books about tidying— it still felt like his sanctuary. Molly picked through a shelf and found Dad’s high school yearbook. She hoped Mom wouldn’t mind if she took that home with her. She liked pictures of her father in his youth, skinny and bright eyed with scruffy hair.

Molly sat on the floor in front of the built-ins and fished out a few baskets and shoe boxes from the cabinets. The first one contained family photos. Vacation in the Bahamas, Alice’s 4th birthday party, Molly dressed as a ninja for Halloween. She went through each one with great ceremony. Molly already had a bunch of photos of her and Dad so she tucked these back in their box and put them in the ‘keep’ pile.

The next box was filled with cards. Sympathy cards. Molly sighed as she went into them. One from Carol’s coworkers with a rose on the front. Sending you comfort. A small card that looked like it had come with a floral arrangement from cousin John. He’ll be missed.

There was a card with a painting of a serene beach scene. With deepest sympathy. Molly opened it and read the short message.

So sorry for your loss. It feels like we’ve lost one of the family. Send my love to the girls. - Mac

The cold rage that had burnt out reignited in Molly’s stomach, her entire body so tight she almost shook. She could feel tears sting in her eyes.

That motherfucker. That fucking asshole had the audacity to send a sympathy card. To send his love. That piece of fucking shit. Molly almost crumpled the card in her hands, as if she could wring his neck through it, but just then Alice wandered in. Molly dropped the card into her lap.

“What are these?” her sister asked, crouching down and grabbing a photo. “Aw! You looked so cute!”

Molly swallowed hard and tried to slow her heart rate as Alice sifted through the pictures.

“Christ, why does Mom still have these?” Alice complained, picking up one of the sympathy cards.

“They’re for Dad,” Molly said.

“It’s not like he got to read them,” Alice replied.

She tossed it back onto the floor.

“Why are you always such a bitch about Dad?” Molly asked, the animosity she’d discovered in Mac’s card spilling out of her.

“Sorry I don’t worship him.” Alice rolled her eyes. “It’s not like he was ever around. And when he was, he spent all of his time with you.”

Alice crossed her arms and looked away self-consciously. Molly felt a jab in her heart. She knew Dad loved Alice. He’d done awful things so that she could take dance lessons and go off to a good school where she could study whatever she liked. Things that eventually got him killed. But Molly couldn’t tell her sister any of that so she just stared at Alice with her mouth half open.

“Girls, when you’re finished up there, lunch is ready!” Mom called from the kitchen.

“Call me a bitch…” Alice grumbled as she left the room.

Molly pushed the cards into the ‘Trash’ pile.

“Ow! Daddy! Molly hit me!” Alice whines.

“You hit me first!” Molly growls.

Dave glances at them in the rear view mirror.

“Is that true?” he asks.

“No!” Alice says.

He knows she’s lying. Molly’s sitting there with her arms crossed as Alice clutches her elbow dramatically, lips set in a pout.

He knows what he’s supposed to say. Some bullshit about being the bigger person, two wrongs don’t make a right. And if Carol was in the car maybe he would. But the world doesn’t work like that.

“If you hit somebody,” he warns, “don’t be surprised if they hit you back.”

Molly took Mac’s card with her. It was sitting on her passenger seat when she pulled away, Carol standing on the lawn, waving. Send my love to the girls. Every time she thought about it, she got so pissed off she wanted to puke.

She couldn’t even wait to get home before she was dialing Capra, one hand gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles ached.

“What’s up, kid?” Capra asked.

“I need to find Mac.”

/ / / / / part three soon!

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[halfway-happyyy]

The one where Alexander takes his girl home to Sweden

First longer piece in a hot minute! inspired by this lovely ask. Thanks for looking, and as always feedback is always appreciated. 

“They'd like to meet you, kid.”

Silence followed his statement and her bleary gaze travelled upwards to a patch of dust particles dancing in a strip of light from the parted bedroom curtain. She knew immediately who he was referring to, but that didn't mean she had to make it easy for him.

“You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that, Alex. The list of people who'd like to meet me is long and painfully distinguished.”

Alexander nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, the subtle scruff of his beard ticklish against her delicate skin. His exasperated groan was almost inaudible. “My family, smart-ass.”

There it was.

Grace had known that this conversation was coming soon; it loomed above her head like a raincloud. She could sense it in the way he spoke of Sweden recently, could sense it in the way his ocean-blue eyes lit up at the mere mention of his brothers and sister. God, even just the idea of it was almost too intimidating to bear. Where she had come from a small, slightly broken family, he had been born into an inexplicably close and loving one. Though each of them led vastly different lives in vastly different areas of the world, they gathered amongst themselves in the beautiful country of Sweden multiple times throughout the year, and it would always be home base for him. She found the notion of it wonderful and jealousy-inducing in equal measure. She traced a feather-light fingertip down the bridge of his nose and marveled at the subtle flecks of gold amongst a sea of blue. Of all the things that she adored about his face, the deep creases next to his eyes were her favourite. They spoke novels of how much time the man spent smiling and the thought of it caused her heart to swell. “Your family doesn’t want to meet me, Alex. You want your family to meet me.” She murmured, finally.

Alexander clicked his tongue in mild protest. “That’s not true.” He took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth, brushing each of her knuckles with his lips. The warmth and sheer intimacy of the touch caused her to shiver violently and he grinned against her hand. Brushing a stray piece of hair from her face, he gazed at her for a while and finally whispered, “Come to Sweden with me, Grace.”

And partly because his soft voice bore the weight of recent sleep- but mostly because she always did have a particularly difficult time saying no to him, she squeezed his hand thrice and nodded her head. “Okay Alex.”

~

“We’re here, kid.” Alexander’s lips at her temple helped to rouse her from her gravol-induced coma and she hugged her sweater tighter to her frame as the temperature of the plane became apparent to her. He stood from his seat and stretched his arms high above his head to limber up after the lengthy flight. Opening the overhead compartment with ease, he brought down her carry-on and a single, worn duffle bag- the only piece of luggage he ever traveled with, and smiled expectantly at her. “You all set?”

Grace stifled a yawn and nodded her head, a slow, sleepy smile in place on her features. “Lead the way, my love.” She had expected a certain amount of fanfare upon exit of the terminal- she could not recount a time in recent memory where there had not been a fury of cameras and photographers upon arrival. Strangely, and most welcomely, Arlanda airport was completely void of both.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Alexander grinned.

She struggled to keep up with his hasty stride though the terminals- something she lovingly referred to as his airport walk. “It’s lovely.” She mused.

It was late into the evening when they finished grabbing her bag from the carousel and stepped out into the balmy Stockholm evening. Alexander’s brother Sam was already waiting for them a few cars ahead in the cue, leant against the side of a dark sedan, one long, denim-clad leg crossed over the other. “Hej hej!” He called out to them and stood from the car to wrap his arms around Alexander. They parted a few moments later, laughing at something indistinguishable. “Good to see you again, brother.” Sam beamed. “And you must be Grace…” He turned to her; a long pair of arms beckoned her forward for an embrace which she happily obliged. She was amused to discover that like Alexander, she needed to reach on tiptoes to hug the younger Skarsgård properly. She had known them to be a tall breed of men, but this? Sam broke away to gesture to the vehicle with a toothy grin. “Let’s get you two home, hm? Mum can’t wait another hour longer.”

Though the inky evening sky cloaked all of Stockholm in darkness, Grace was in utter awe of the city in which she was currently being given a rapid grand-tour of. Alexander pointed out important buildings on his left, and Sam managed to cover everything on the right side of the vehicle. She remained dazzled by the bright, twinkling lights, and was amazed at how breathtaking the city was at night. “Just wait until tomorrow, Grace.” Sam glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror and grinned.

“We’re here, my love.” Alexander uttered for the second time that evening, as the vehicle rolled to a halt in front of their mother’s house in the south of the city. A quick glance at the clock above the car radio told her that it was just past twelve thirty in the morning, and she was surprised to see My wide awake and waiting on the porch for them. Grace swallowed hard and found that her mouth was suddenly void of all moisture, nerves churning in her belly like clothing in a washing machine. Sensing the sudden shift in her mood, Alexander exited the car and came around to her side, opening the door and crouching down to her level. “Look at me kid.” He took her hand in his and raised it to his lips, kissing her slightly clammy palm. “No need to be nervous, hm? They’re going to love you.”

Taking a deep breath, Grace smiled down at him and ventured around to the boot of the car where Sam was in the process of hauling out their luggage. “Can I help you with those?” She offered.

Sam shook his head, that same boyish grin from an hour ago still split his face in two. “Nah, there’s not much here,” He gestured over to his mother with a jut of his chin. “Besides, she’s been waiting weeks to see you both. Go on.”

Alexander waited for her at the bottom of the stone path, his hand outstretched and poised to take hers. They traversed the path together, the warmth from his hand radiated into hers and helped to calm her frayed nerves immensely. “Hi mum.��� Alexander grinned when they reached her.

My’s beautiful face broke into a wide grin and Grace knew right then that Sam had come by that wonderful smile honestly. Their mother, confusingly short in comparison to her two sons, reached up on tiptoes to cradle Alexander’s face in her hands and kiss both of his cheeks passionately. He reveled in her touch, but when his time was up, he stood back to make room for Grace. My embraced her exactly as she had her son, and though she could most certainly attribute it to impending jet lag, a lump of raw emotion rose in the hollow of her throat as My kissed her cheeks. She pulled back and gave Grace's arms a warm squeeze. “So happy to finally have you both here. Please, come in.”

Once situated inside the cozy, utterly lived-in home, Grace immediately felt the tension dissipate from her limbs. On her way back to the living room after putting away her belongings in the spare room, she found herself stopped in awe in the hallway. Pictures of the family adorned almost every square inch of wall space, and inexplicably, Grace's throat constricted and she felt the familiar prickle of tears behind her eyes again.

“There you are,” Alexander smiled when he spotted her. Wordlessly, he settled beside her and reached for her hand, bringing the back of it to his lips. “You okay, kid?”

She turned to him, saltwater glittering threateningly in the depths of her eyes, and smiled. “There's so much love here, Alex.” She trailed a finger over the edge of a wooden picture frame. The photograph inside depicted six beautiful, smiling children, each of varying ages. “It's so palpable. It's in the very air we breathe right now… like magic.” Alexander hummed contentedly and bent forward to kiss the top of her head. “I want a home like this someday…” She mused.

Alexander squeezed her hand thrice and placed another kiss to the top of her head. “Someday you will.”

After a midnight snack of lingonberry jam and toast and a glass of wine to wind down from the day’s events, Grace drifted off to sleep on Alexander’s shoulder at the kitchen table. She had fought it for as long as her body would let her, but the calming lilt of muted conversation in their native tongue caused her eyelids to grow increasingly heavy until they eventually gave in to slumber altogether. Alexander must have carried her to their room, because when her eyes opened six and a half hours later, she was tucked up in the guestroom bed. Her desire to move had been nonexistent until the scent of coffee and fresh pastries found her, and her mouth watered hungrily for them. Stretching her arms above her head, she stifled a yawn and shivered as her bare feet touched the cool, hardwood flooring. She took a few moments to study the room in which she would be spending the next two weeks. The walls were washed in a pale, robins-egg blue and with an unexpected pang, it reminded her of her grandparent’s guest room in their old house back home. She gazed at the folk artwork adorning the walls, and at the wicker furniture dispersed around the room and she decided then that this could be her home for rest of her life, and she wouldn't complain one bit about it. Changing into a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt, she threw a knit cardigan over her exposed arms and padded out into the hallway outside her door. She hadn't meant for it to happen, but she stopped again in front of the dozens of picture frames and gazed at them for a long while.

Grace peered at a black and white photograph of Alexander as a child, grinning wide and standing tall above a younger looking My. “And just imagine that he ended being arguably the most attractive one out of all of us.” A beautiful voice, utterly melodic as it flowed from her mouth- bore a teasing lilt and caused Grace to startle on the spot.

She glanced over at the woman next to her, a spitting image of her mother, she had seen photos of her face several times in the past, but nothing could prepare her for the natural beauty that Alexander’s sister possessed. It was ethereal- like sunshine through a glass window and Grace smiled at her. “No, I doubt anyone would argue with me if I said that you won that one hands down.”

Eija tilted her head back as laughter bubbled up from the base of her throat like a pretty song. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Grace.” They chatted contentedly for the next few minutes before the allure of coffee and food became too strong, and Eija escorted Grace to the kitchen. Alexander was seated at the end of the wooden table, arms crossed over his t shirt clad chest, and in deep conversation with Sam. “How do you take your coffee, Grace?” Eija asked and reached on tiptoes for a mug at the back of the open cupboard.

“Uh, black please,” Grace could not make out what was being said, but the tone of her boyfriend’s voice had changed drastically over the course of only a few seconds and she frowned. “Are they arguing?” She whispered.

Eija dropped back onto the balls of her feet and shook her head no, her ruby-red lips quirked up into a half-smirk. “No. But they are talking politics.” She set to work brewing what to Grace, smelled like the world’s best cup of coffee and winked at her, her glassy blue eyes glittering mischievously in the bright, sunlit kitchen. “Just wait until dinner tonight… we are a large, highly opinionated family and there is plenty more where that came from.”

Grace's day had been so packed with activity that she had hardly been allotted moment to agonize over the looming family dinner. She knew deep down that there was nothing to be nervous about- that she intended on spending the rest of her life with Alexander, and that if she was lucky enough, his family would become her family too. But there was a lot of them, and the pressure to make a good impression weighed heavily on her. “You okay over there?” Alexander sidled up behind her in front of the full-length guest room mirror, resting his chin atop her head. “You’ve got your 'over-thinking-everything' face on.” She frowned back at him. “It’s still the most beautiful face in the world, kid. But I’ve known you far too long now to know when something’s on your mind.”  

She cocked her head to the side and gazed at him. She couldn't pin-point exactly when the change had occured, but she could read his face like her favourite book now. Knew where scars had started, knew the precise location of dustings of freckles. She knew what to say to make him smile, what to say to make him frown. Somehow, the stars had aligned, and she had met him and now here she was, in his home country, moments away from meeting the entirety of his family. She took a deep, steadying breath and tilted her face up to kiss the underside of his stubbled jaw. “I love you Alex.”

“I love you endlessly, Grace.”

She had been slightly taken aback at the lack of distance that existed between Alexander’s parents’ houses. She had known that they had been able to remain better friends than ever after the divorce but living within walking distance of each other seemed unheard of to Grace. Perhaps that was because her parents could hardly manage a simple hello to each other after the dust had settled.

Stellan Skarsgård’s silhouette- stark against the bright light emanating from the house behind him, stood leant against the front pillar of his porch, a full glass of red wine wedged within his grasp, which he lifted in greeting when he caught site of the emerging clan. He embraced Alexander, Eija, and My as if it was the last time he would ever have the chance to do it again, and when his gaze fell on Grace’s, he handed his wine to Alexander and pulled her in for a near-crushing embrace. When he drew back, he was absolutely beaming at her. “Grace, it is an absolute pleasure to finally put a face to the name that our Alex here, has spoken novels of. Please, come in and make yourself at home.” It was an undeniably busy house, chock-full of intentional laughter, bits and pieces of Swedish conversation, and the enticing scent of a mouth-watering feast. Grace was sat wedged between Alexander and Valter at the dinner table and was awed at how much the youngest of the boys resembled Eija, and she was surprised to note that his sass rivalled hers as well. Once the chatter had dwindled to a level white noise, Stellan rose from his seat at the head of the table and cleared his throat. “Ehm, I don’t normally make these kinds of announcements before a dinner, but tonight is a special one.” He gestured with his near-empty glass to Grace, and she felt her cheeks burn hot under the sudden onslaught of attention. “Tonight, we drink to good health, we drink to family, and we drink to our lovely, newfound Grace. Cheers, everyone.”

“Cheers to you, my love.” Alexander whispered and pressed a kiss to her temple.

Grace ate until she could not fathom scooping one more morsel of delicious food onto her plate, and she leaned back and took a deep breath, all too content to watch everyone converse and unwind from the wonderful meal they had all just experienced. After dessert, Alexander excused himself to join a heated debate at the end of the table with Eija and Valter. To her surprise, Stellan took the empty seat next to her, wordlessly topping up her empty glass. “My and I worked hard to teach them everything they know,” He murmured, blue gaze scanning the happy faces around him. “We tried to instill in them as children to question everything- and each one of them has become perspicacious, opinionated, conversationalists because of it.”

The way he spoke of his children- the obvious love and adoration he had for them caused Grace’s heart to swell in her chest and she smiled softly at him. “You both must be so proud of them.”

Stellan’s eyes twinkled in the low light of the lamps scattered around the dining room and he nodded his head slowly. “Very proud. Always.” He took another sip of his wine and turned to Grace. “I know I mentioned it already this evening but having you here in Sweden really is such a treat for all of us,” Grace’s cheeks grew pink again and she took another hearty sip of wine, savoring the slighty bitter tannin on her tongue before she swallowed, and offered him up a small smile. “Alex is an extraordinary creature, Grace. Loud and boisterous- and deeply sensitive. Almost to a fault. But humor and compassion for other people beyond all measure. Just the absolute best parts of his mother and I,” He finished off the rest of his glass and set it against the wooden tabletop with a dull thud. “He’s never brought a partner home to Sweden before, and I can’t help but be elated that it’s you he’s chosen to bring to us.”

Grace verged the edge of speechless at the sudden revelation and she swallowed hard, the kind words almost too much to comprehend. “The pleasure has been all mine, truly.” Before getting up to leave, Stellan bent down to her level and pressed a quick kiss to the apple of her cheek.

Alexander appeared next to Grace an hour later, the apples of his cheeks rosy from happiness, and the wine consumed. "Come dance with me."

Grace had just finished an in-depth conversation with Eija and cocked an eyebrow in surprise. “Right now?”

He nodded his head, his sandy blonde hair disheveled now and hanging over an eye. “Yes, right now.” He extended a hand out for her to take, which she obliged, hesitantly. He led her to a second room off the one they had just been in, and a record player sat playing on a glass table in the corner.

“Your lips are stained purple with syrah,” She giggled.

Alexander brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. “Are you having a good night, kid?”

Grace smiled and rested her cheek against his chest as they swayed along to a Bob Dylan song in the background. She reveled in the heat emanating from him, and in the familiar feeling of his heartbeat against her cheek. “I’m having a wonderful night, Alex. Sweden- your family, are a dream.” The opening chords to Girl from the North Country could be heard above the crackle of the record player, and Grace gazed up at Alexander from under enviously long lashes. “God, I love this song,” She murmured wistfully. “Hope to dance to it my wedding someday.”

Alexander held her tighter to him, oblivious to Stellan and My who were now stood side by side and watching them from the other room. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle earnestly, knowing that one day soon he would be making that dream a reality. “Someday you will, Grace.”

@awaterfalls

[imalifegen89]

A Legacy Left Behind - Chapter - 5 - The Gemmond Incident

Rating: Mature

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis, Hawaii Five-0 (2010), Stargate SG-1

Relationship: Steve McGarrett/John Sheppard

Characters: John Sheppard, Steve McGarrett, Danny "Danno" Williams, PO Higgins (OC), Kono Kalakaua, Adam Noshimuri, Alicia Vega, Laura Cadman, Bates (Stargate), Original Stargate Wraith Character(s), Original Characters, George Hammond, Jack O'Neill, Catherine Rollins, Evan Lorne

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Swearing, Character Bashing, Not Catherine Rollins Friendly, Violence, BAMF John Sheppard, BAMF Team, No DADT

Summary: Team SG-11 goes on their first off-world mission. It's supposed to be a 'walk in the park,' easing them into the hectic life at the Stargate Command. But things have a way of going off the rails when this particular team is involved. One way or another, they'll prove that they've got what it takes to fulfill their mission.

-o0o-

The first official mission of SG-11, yay!

As always, Salchat, you are the best!!! Thank you so much for all your hard work. I'm improving but I'm still a lot of work for my Beta.

If there are any mistakes, they'd be my own.

Part - 1

Officers Quarters, Pearl Harbor-Hickam Base - Hawaii

The Naval Intelligence Command Analyst, Lieutenant Catharine Rollins, was tired. The 18 hour or so trips from Hawaii to Libya and back were taking a heavy toll and all she wanted to do was go to her quarters, take a long, hot bath, and collapse on her bed for a long, uninterrupted sleep until the next day. Both she and Harrington had been dismissed by Commander Joe White with orders to take the rest of the day off and report for duty the next day when they had returned to the base. Harrington had invited her to go out but she had declined politely, citing jet lag and the need to rest. In her mind, she had been cursing at the damn idiot to stop trying to get attached to her like a freaking limpet and just leave her the hell alone.

She sighed in relief as she finally reached her quarters without having been called away for something or other, despite her being off duty. That had happened a couple of times before and that was part and parcel of her glamorous career as an Intelligence Analyst. She entered her quarters, threw her traveling bag to a corner, and started taking off her sweaty and dusty uniform while fantasizing about a nice, hot, bubble bath. But being just a lowly analyst, she only had a cramped shower in her quarters. 'Ah well, at least it's not like I have to go for a communal shower.' She shuddered at the thought.

Her much-needed long shower turned out to be only fifteen minutes as the hot water got cut off. She sighed and got out, still quite travel weary. Then she found her most comfortable and baggy sweats, an old t-shirt that was a few sizes too big, put them on, and got under the blankets in her bed. She was hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before she had to go out for dinner.

Despite the physical exhaustion, her thoughts turned to the past few hours.

'Why is it that the handsome ones are always either taken or gay?' she asked herself rhetorically.

She had tried her damndest to flirt with the navy SEAL she'd had her eyes on for a while now. But the stupid asshole had been completely oblivious. She had been sure, when they were on their way, in that transport - his loud-mouthed friend had pointed it out clearly to the Commander. But the man had seemed utterly uninterested and even annoyed at his friend. Catharine had been reeling at that response, although she had kept up the pleasant conversation with the idiot, Harrington. Then she had seen the subtle drama between her SEAL and that rather unremarkable pilot. That had given her a clue as to the lack of interest from the guy. She knew she was a very pretty woman and was not quite used to her rather demonstrated feelings going unreciprocated in that manner.

'But he’s got to be bi, hasn't he? So there is still a chance. Claire was pretty sure when she told me that McGarrett used to go out with Anna from the Enterprise during the first year after he got his trident. Pff... I'm a much better catch than that woman, certainly much better than a damn pilot...a plain guy with dumb hair-do, at that...Argh. Besides, fighter pilots don't really have that long life expectancies now, do they? Oh, Steven, you could do so much better, really..' She let her thoughts wander about the latest individual that had caught her attention and his rather ungainly love interests.

She was dragged away from her musings by a certain ringtone on her phone that had only rung twice before. She sprang up in her bed as if she had been electrocuted.

'Shit, shit, shit! I should've anticipated this,' she berated herself, especially after what had happened and where she'd been.

She hurriedly got off the bed, found her personal laptop, and plugged in the special USB/Dongle she had been given about a month ago when she was recruited. She then switched it on, disconnected her internal internet connection to the base, and connected to a different server - a server with an IP address that bounced off several satellites and countries making it impossible to track the connection. She finished running the encryption she had been given along with the USB when a window opened on her screen, indicating an incoming call. She clicked the button to accept, with trepidation.

As usual, a black screen greeted her as the call connected. She had taken steps to protect herself as much as she could and had her camera already covered. She was reasonably sure that whoever was on the other side wouldn't see her either, but she couldn't guarantee it.

"Agent CR-17, this is Zero. We have questions for you," the disembodied and distorted voice coming through the connected call informed her. She grimaced at the 'handle' she'd been given. Then she took a deep breath to clear her mind and remember the details of the past 30 hours.

"Yes, please ask your questions," she replied when she was sure her voice was even and polite.

"You have participated in a certain meeting. Give us the particulars," the voice ordered.

'Well, that's easy enough,' she thought as she mentally listed the main points of the meeting. And then she launched into an account of the meeting that happened at the base between her, Harrington, SGC, and the SEALs, the gathering at the Wheelus Air Base in Libya, the points they discussed there, and the revelations that came to light about the alliance between the Wraith and the Goa'uld agents.

The voice was quiet for a long time before it answered. "Are you quite sure of this, Agent? They have seen our involvement at the Detention facility?"

"Yes, I am. I'd advise you to take precautions if you are going to conduct further operations in this manner. I'm certain they will be able to track your transporter movements. The scientists they have at the SGC seem very competent," she answered truthfully.

"Very well." said the voice, with grim finality.

"Now, this is your next task. Send the personal files of the members of the SEAL team who were involved in this meeting. We need to deal with this before things get out of hand - well - even more out of hand. Do you understand?" the voice asked with emphasis.

Rollins felt sweat running down her spine despite the shower she had just taken only a few minutes ago. Giving them verbal reports once or twice in a while was one thing, but sending highly classified personal files was something else entirely. But she knew that refusing was not an option, not if she wanted to keep her career or her life for that matter.

"Yes, I do." She answered the only way she could.

"Make sure we receive it all by the end of the month. You do not need to send them all at once. Take steps to cover your tracks. But make sure we have what we need by the deadline." The voice cut off abruptly, just the way it always did after it finished giving orders.

She stared at her now empty laptop screen for a few moments, trying to wrap her mind around the conversation she'd just had. Not for the first time, she regretted the circumstances that led her to accept this arrangement. Having a fat retirement fund to return to when she finally took her early retirement from the navy after putting the minimum years in, was a nice feeling. But she certainly couldn't enjoy it from a military prison or an early grave.

She shook her head and switched her laptop off. It was too late to do anything now. She had to concentrate on planning how to get around various security restrictions and get her hands on the files that were requested by her beneficiaries. She needed someone from the Human Resources Administration for this, didn't she? Then she felt a small smile creeping up on her lips - She knew exactly the person she could easily persuade into letting her take a glimpse of such things! Feeling quite satisfied and making further plans for her treasonous mission, she decided she was hungry enough and started to get dressed to go out in search of a proper dinner.

Stargate Command, Cheyenne Mountain - Colorado

Embarkation Room

(Four weeks later)

"I know you said renaissance age, but what does that mean, exactly?" Danny asked as he adjusted the strap of his MP7.

Everyone in SGC was issued FN P90 Personal Defense weapons. But the SEALs were partial to their own submachine guns and other weapons. The first thing they'd done when they began the training, was to raid the armory in the SGC to make sure they had those specific weapons and ammo they needed. The Master Sergeant in charge of the armory had gleefully sent out requests for the Navy to re-supply them with the standard weapons and kits for the Special Operators. The Navy had reluctantly given in, needing to keep up their standards.

"Like you just stepped into a Rome-Egypt hybrid planet in the 14th century," Bates replied with a grimace. He was not a fan of the planet. He had been on one of the Gate teams who had visited the planet before it was reformed by the SG-1. He hadn't been impressed.

"Hey, it's a nice enough planet,” Major Evan Lorne interjected. “Well, they were a bit uptight before, but then SG-1 sorted them out. They are good people now, took on refugees from Nasya and everything. It's safe enough for first-time planet hoppers. Besides, they are having their harvest celebrations this time of the year. Food, drinks, and merry people all around. And we have a standing invitation every year for the party," Lorne had visited the planet two years ago for his first 'travel through the Gate' experience and it had been a blast. He was very much looking forward to an encore.

"So, what do we do there?" This was from Higgins.

"Nothing much. We go and say 'hi' to the leaders, go to a party or two and come back home," answered Cadman. She had heard good stuff from Lorne and was looking forward to the experience as well. It would be nice for once, just to go to a planet and join a celebration, just enjoy the visit other than fighting or running for their lives, for a change.

"Nice," Higgins agreed.

The Stargate Command's newest addition - or the newly re-arranged SG-11, was waiting to go on their first extra-planetary mission. Four weeks had passed since Colonel Sumner initiated the first-ever SGC team combined with the SEALs and the CIA agents. They had all been heavily involved in training for all sorts of scenarios they could think of since then. Their days had been full of weapons, physical, tactics training, going through all available information about galaxy's bad guys, and then a couple of weeks spent in earth's Alpha site for field training. Sheppard and Lorne had had to beam down to Antarctica in between for projects at the Outpost and then visit Peterson Base a few times to keep up their flight qualifications. Altogether, those six weeks had been hectic and they were all looking forward to this outing. Listening to Lorne and everyone else who had already been to planet Gemmond painting a merry picture of their culture, had them all eager for the visit. The Wraith and the Goa'uld had been silent and hadn't made any noteworthy moves so far. They all knew that when they finally did, SG-11 needed to be ready to move. This trip to Gemmond for their harvesting celebrations was sort of a break before they had to go to war, so to speak.

"Dialing the gate now." Sergeant Harriman's voice could be heard over the speakers. He had started the dialing sequence for the planet designated P3X-422, aka Gemmond.

"Chevron One encoded,"

"Chevron Two encoded,"

"Chevron Three encoded,"

"Chevron Four... not encoded."

That was not the usual script during a dial-out. Sheppard exchanged a glance with Steve and turned back to look up at the dialing station. They were all waiting in front of the ramp while Harriman dialed. The day's duty officer-in-charge, an Air Force Colonel called Dixon, was standing behind the station where Harriman was sitting. He was also frowning at the diversion from the norm.

"What's happening, Sergeant?" They could all hear the Colonel asking Harriman over the speakers.

"Sir, the gate is not connecting. It's almost as if someone from that side is already dialing. You know, it's like, we're getting the 'line busy' tone," Sergeant Harriman guessed.

"That doesn't make sense. They know we're visiting them today. They usually like it when we visit," said Colonel Dixon, his frown deepening as he glared at the dialer. Then he looked over the see-through window to stare at the group waiting to go off-world. He grimaced as if SG-11 personally had something to do with the Gate refusing to connect.

Colonel Garry Dixon wasn't a big fan of the newly initiated team. His personal opinion was that the lot of them were too arrogant and cocky for their own good. And he hadn't really tried very hard to keep his opinions to himself. But SG-11 didn't let it bother them. They hardly needed validation from the opinionated Colonel. The man had only earned his stripes just by spending the required years in service without a single active combat tour under his belt. He had somehow landed his position as head of Public Relations for SGC, mostly thanks to his political connections.

"Well, dial again," said Dixon after a pause. The Sergeant did as ordered.

"Nope, still not connecting," Harriman said after the third failed attempt. The fourth Chevron refused to connect and the Stargate stubbornly stayed dormant.

"I don't like this. I don't like this at all. Something's not right," Bates muttered, shaking his head.

Sheppard stared at the Gate, thoughtfully. He could feel it in his mind. The Gate was trying to establish a connection with the input destination. He knew that Walter had guessed correctly; something was blocking the connection from the other side. Moreover, he could feel the Gate trying to force the connection, but not succeeding because something was lacking from SGC's side. It gave John an uneasy, itchy feeling in the back of his mind - like a puzzle piece that's been forced to fit into a place that it didn't quite belong. It gave him an idea.

"Sir, permission to take the Puddle Jumper on this visit?" Sheppard addressed the Colonel.

They had only just found this super-cool, little spacecraft back in Antarctica a week ago, and John had felt like he had been given a gift. He had been on the Chair running a diagnostic on weapons systems when the link had guided him towards one of the storage areas that was recently uncovered to show him the ship. He had finished the routine quickly and taken off towards his prize, with the mental connection in his mind laughing softly at his eagerness. He and Rodney had spent two days going through the ship top to bottom and declared it safe for flights. He had taken the newly named 'Puddle Jumper' (Rodney had insisted on calling it ‘Gateship,’ but John had exercised his veto power as the pilot and put a firm stop to that nonsense) on a few rides and returned with it back to the Mountain at O'Neill's orders. Jack O'Neill had promptly jumped in with Jackson, Carter, and Mitchell in tow, and taken it on a tour to space. He had returned after a few hours with all of them grinning like kids on Christmas, and then given his official stamp to put the Jumper on active service.

"What can you possibly do with the Jumper, Sheppard? We can't dial. The damned line is busy," said the Colonel, starting to lose his patience.

Sheppard mentally rolled his eyes. He knew that Dixon was quite skeptical when it came to believing in Sheppard's affinity for all things Ancient.

"I know that, Sir. But I also know that the Jumper's got a DHD in it, an Alteran designed. As advanced as our dialer is, it's still primitive compared to the real thing,” he replied. “And when there's the real thing, there's a chance that I could do something with it," he put on his most innocent expression and stared expectantly at the Colonel.

John could see Danny openly rolling his eyes and Steve trying hard to hide a snort. Bates was staring stoically ahead, staying away from the officer's spats. Agents Kalakaua and Noshimuri were staring at the Gate serenely, not letting this petty nonsense bother them. Cadman and Higgins were grinning ear to ear, watching the drama unfold. Lorne and Vega were doing the same as Cadman and Higgins, but they were carefully hiding their grins behind blank masks.

"So sure of yourself, Major?" asked Dixon, not bothering to hide his disdain.

It was obvious that he didn't believe for a second that Sheppard could do anything about the situation. The Ring was busy on the other side - there was not a damn thing they could do from this side until it closed, period.

"I don't see any harm in trying," Sheppard drawled with a shrug.

The Colonel looked for a moment like he wanted to refuse. Then he seemed to realize that it would be more fun to let John try and then berate him afterward when he inevitably failed.

"Fine then, knock yourself out. Just don't break the Stargate or the Jumper, Major." Dixon gestured grandly for them to get on with it.

...........

The team reached the next level where the Jumper was parked. The floor of the level had a trap door that could be remotely opened to let the jumper fly vertically down until it came face to face with the Stargate.

They all got themselves situated comfortably inside the craft. Sheppard took the pilot seat with Major Lorne as the co-pilot at his side. Lorne hadn't had the chance to take it out for a spin yet and Sheppard wanted him to familiarize himself with the controls during the flight. Steve and Danny took seats behind them in the cockpit. The rest of the team made themselves at home in the back where there was plenty of space for them and the equipment they carried.

"So, you think you can force a dial-in?" Lorne asked while he watched Sheppard going through the pre-flight.

"I don't know yet, Lorne. It's not like I've tried it before," said Sheppard with a crooked grin, not bothering to look up from what he was doing.

"Well, you sounded awfully sure back there," said Lorne.

"Let's just say, I have a feeling." Then he turned to look at Lorne and give him an impish grin. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”

"Ah, Jesus! Please tell me it's not going to be like the time when we were doing that thing in Baghdad... Please! I'm begging you," Danny implored. His eyes had gone wide with what looked like genuine fear.

"Fucking hell, Danny, you had to bring that up," said Steve, trying to hide his fear behind annoyance.

"McGarrett, tell me that is not the case now - cos man, I'm gonna climb outta this tin-can right now." Higgins was already halfway up from his seat and looking furtively at the back door of the Jumper.

"Come on guys, relax. I'm pretty sure I know what I’m doing." Sheppard had finished checking on the flight controls in front of him and was now fiddling with the switches directly above him. He looked completely at ease, in direct contrast to the mounting fear in the atmosphere inside the craft.

"What happened in Baghdad?" Bates piped up from the cargo bay, stoic demeanor forgotten as his curiosity was piqued.

"Don't ask man. Just. Don't..." Higgins was shaking his head from where he was inspecting what looked like an electronic keypad with door controls.

"Oh come on, you can't just say things like that and expect us to let it go. Now you've got us all intrigued and shit," Vega cajoled.

"She's right brah, you gotta spill," Kono seconded. They were all getting increasingly curious as to what could possibly have these badass SEALs shaking in their metaphorical boots.

"Okay, people calm down. If we make it through this mission in one piece, I'll get drunk and tell you all about it - there’s no way in hell I'm going to talk about that shit while I'm sober," Danny promised the group, visibly collecting himself and.

"Stop exaggerating, Williams, it wasn't that bad. Got you all out of there, didn't I?" Sheppard defended himself with a full-blown, mischievous grin. Whatever he'd done, John was enjoying the memory, Lorne could tell.

"I was never the same again, man - none of us were - for a long time," Danny said petulantly. Steve nodded his agreement.

Sheppard finished off his flight checks with a chuckle and gently guided the Jumper above the opening on the floor. The technician outside opened the trap door, obeying Sheppard's signal. The little craft descended smoothly and came to a stop in front of the dormant Stargate, hovering just above the ramp.

..........

Sheppard dialed the address of the planet Gemmond on the Jumper's DHD. He could feel the connection failure even as he dialed due to the disturbance from the planet. He concentrated. He could feel the Jumper in his mind, wanting to co-operate eagerly.

'The Astria Porta is open on the other side. Is it imperative that we gain entrance to this specific planet, at this time?' John knew the inquiries that appeared in his mind were unmistakably Alteran, but he had no difficulty understanding what was being asked.

'Yes,' John thought confidently.

'Please enable the emergency override.' Another smaller, Ancient equivalent of a keypad appeared from the side of the DHD where John's palm was resting. He replaced his palm on the new sub-dialer, thinking 'Override.’

The new keyboard went back inside the DHD and John removed his hand to place it back on flight controls. The DHD started dialing the Gate address by itself and then dialed another sequence at the end. The Stargate in front of them came to life and the Chevrons started locking at double their usual speed. When the seventh and the final Chevron locked, the wormhole burst into life with a swoosh and stabilized with a splat. Then it waited patiently for the Jumper to fly through the gently rippling, blue surface.

The team chuckled, hooted, laughed, and whistled their praises.

John tapped his ear and activated the comms. "Sheppard to Control. Permission to visit Gemmond, Sir." He waited for the 'Go' order from the Colonel.

"Permission granted, Major." They all clearly heard the sour note in the Colonel’s voice, but they refrained from commenting, wanting to get going without any more delays on their first mission as a team.

[chosenkeepersworld]

The Curses We Inherit: Chapter 3

Original Work

Date Posted: May 12, 2021 (Tumblr)

Word count: 1, 439 words

A/N: Unbeta-ed work but I hope whoever reads this will like it and let me know what you think. Critique is greatly appreciated. Thanks!

MASTERLIST / PART 2

"Are you sure you're alright, Mo stoirín?" Aunt Aileen gently rubbed the back of her niece's slumped form at the kitchen island. They young woman had arrived just a few moments ago, practically dragging herself into the kitchen and plopping down on the seat.

Due to jet lag and a rough night's sleep Danika had difficulty coming fully into wakefulness.

The young O'Brien's lips lifted into a quick smile at the endearment, she lifted her head from her hands, stil bleary eyed and turned to her aunt "I am" she said "I just need coffee and some food" the young blonde had slept through her alarm and apparently breakfast. She had initially panicked and rushed to get ready for the day and for whatever tasks her brother needed done. Part way through putting her clothes on, it had finally registered that she wasn't at home. The panic slowly drained out of her and all it left was exhaustion but still Danika dragged herself downstairs.

Aileen set a cup in front of the young woman who gently lifted it to her nose and gingerly sniffed at the contents. It was tea, still hot with a splash of milk, its slightly spicy scent woke her senses and a sip warmed her body. Danika sighed in pleasure

The young blonde sat up straighter and finally noticed the cloches on the island. She lifted one and her mouth watered at the plate of sausages and bacon, her stomach rumbled in response. Danika uncovered the rest of the domes and reached for the cutlery in the holder.

"Mo stoirín'' Aileen called her niece's attention, who happily stuffed her face with Iriish breakfast food "We'll be leaving for town after you eat." Danika, with her mouth full, could only nod.

Her Aunt's home resided a few miles outside of Eden Greene, the town was fairly large many of the houses were similar in size and style with a few brightly colored ones standing out. Different shops had people coming in and out, many were families with very young children. Every so often someone would greet the young blonde, smiling and actually looking happy and while technically her aunt doesn't live in town, the townsfolk still greeted the older woman with bright smiling faces as they walked down the street.

Aileen had linked their arms together once they arrived in town, she would point out a place and tell her niece about it or if she knew someone on the street she would stop and chat. Danika would give a quiet greeting then move slightly away suddenly becoming engrossed at a shop display, when her aunt and the stranger were finished the two continued on to whatever destination the blonde's aunt had in mind.

When they finally stopped, it was in front of an odd yellow house with a black door decorated with gold swirls. Danika's eyes roamed over the house, vines hung from the iron window railing, the windows were held in a dark colored frame but from Danika's current angle it was difficult to see further into the house.

She had been so busy staring that she did not notice that she had backed into anyone. Danika had snapped out of her staring at the sudden feel of someone's body, she turned to apologize but froze. Later she would remember this stranger wearing dark colors and an odd large hat but what had really taken her in was the stranger's eyes. Their color was such a deep amber that they were almost gold but it wasn't the color that unsettled her, it was the loathing; the intense, unflinching loathing in those eyes.

The stranger moved now facing the young O'Brien, eyes stayed on her still intense on her. The movement caused her to flinch back, Danika swallowed as she felt her stomach twist, she should move away, turn and find her aunt but she was frozen, held down by the darkness those eyes exuded.

She had stared at him for what felt like hours but she could hear something else besides the beating of her heart. Something then turned her and she was staring at her aunt's worried face, the older woman's hand was on her shoulder. Danika could see her lips moving but couldn't make out what she was saying.

Danika blink a few times before opening her mouth "Sorry, could you say that again?"

The worry lessened in her aunt's green eyes, she even cracked a smile but the concern was still there. "I asked if you were alright, Danika"

The young blonde briefly looked back to see the stranger but he was no longer there then she looked at her aunt's worried expression. Danika plastered a reassuring smile on her face "I'm fine I thought I saw something."

There was that odd itch again, it just wouldn't leave following the brief...interaction with the oddly dressed stranger. She felt the itching on her neck when she first arrived on the island and like the first time it took some time for it to stop.

The house they entered was surprisingly simplistic. Upon entering the house the first thing Danika saw was the stairway leading up to the second floor, past it was and open kitchen, to the right was a four seater dining table and to the left was a cozy living area, two soft yet worn looking sofa chairs were positioned on either side of the fireplace, facing each other while a love seat faced towards the fireplace.

Danika gravitated to the large shelf to the side of the room. Books filled the shelves, so many that there were books stacked up both sides of the shelf. Upon closer inspection many of the books were about sleep and dreams, some medical journals and an oddly large number of fairy tales.

"I apologize for the mess our niece was here doing some reading and didn't clean up before she left" a voice came from the way they came in. It belonged to a tall man with slicked back, black hair and pale complexion wearing a dark coat, slacks and dress shoes. His lips pulled into a small frown, his eyes slightly furrowed. The look on the older man's face was much too similar to one that her father wore and it made Danika uneasy.

Another man came up behind him, a total and complete opposite of the first. His bright, blonde hair stood in all directions, it was messy yet the style suited him, he wore a soft looking sweater and stretchy pants that fit well against his chubby belly. His smile was bright when he entered the room. He was the first to notice the youngest O'Brien's nervous posture. Deducing the cause the short, blonde man elbowed his taller companion and made a few gestures Danika vaguely recognized as sign language. The dark haired man composed his expression before turning to their guests.

"Aileen, it's always a pleasure to see you" the tall man greeted stiffly.

She gave if a grin in response "Good to see you well, Keiran"

"I'm sure you and Sandy have much to discuss"

"Yes we do" Aileen took a few steps into the room but stopped to snap her fingers "I forgot to get one of the books we need for this meeting"

"How important is it?" Keiran asked

"Very" Aileen deadpanned "I ordered a copy of it and was supposed to pick it up at The Quill"

"Well the meeting will just have to go on without it"

Aileen pouted "But what's written in there is important"

Keiran sighed "What do you want me to do Aileen? I have my own-"

"I can do it"

The two adults turned to Danika who spoke out in a soft voice, the younger blonde swallowed and repeated herself more firmly "I can do it"

Keiran and Aileen exchanged looks. "This is your problem" was the message of the look that the dark haired man conveyed then went inside the room, they could hear his voice just before he closed the door "No darling, Ailee forgot to get some book that you need...I could have helped but...well there's no need for that kind of language, Sandy"

Aunt and niece looked at each other for a moment. Danika looked hopeful while Aileen pursed her lips before holding out a folded piece of paper and a map.

Danika grinned.

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[kpophours]

One Love || part I

➵ SF9: Youngbin x fem. reader / series, werewolf AU / fluff

➵ warnings: slight mentions of loss and death

➵ word count: 3k

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You knocked on the slightly ajar door in front of you. 

It was just a plain, white door - not a fancy oak one or something like that, which you had always imagined the door of a professor's office to look like. This one pretty much looked like any other normal office door. 

"Please enter.", a deep, male voice answered and you immediately pushed open the door, following the invitation. 

"Well, hello there, how can I help you?" A brown-haired, handsome man with dark eyes smiled at you, closing the book he had just looked at. "Professor Kim? I'm Y/N, your new scientific assistant.", you answered, smiling a bit shyly. Immediately, his face lit up und he circled his desk to shake your hand. "Ahh yes, of course! It's so nice to finally meet you in person - please, have a seat." His smile widened even more and he gestured towards one of the black chairs in front of his desk, taking a seat himself. 

"Thank you."  You smiled again and handed him your documents, which he quickly looked over.

"Great, everything seems to be in order! As today is your first day, we don't want to overwork you immediately, so I thought I'd start with giving you a tour around our beautiful campus and introduce you to some colleagues and then, I’m going to show you my most recent research papers, which you can have a look at for the rest of the day. Sounds good to you?" 

You smiled and nodded. "Sounds perfect, Professor Kim." 

"Ah, please - we'll have to work closely together, so just call me Inseong. I hope I can call you Y/N?", he said, simply waving his title aside and smiling at you.

"Of course, Prof- uh, I mean, Inseong." you answered, returning his smile and following the tall man out of the office.

The campus was really beautiful, full of old brick buildings as well as some more modern looking office buildings. The library was a towering, imposing structure which reminded you more of a church than an actual university building - and you immediately fell in love with it. The whole university reminded you a bit of Hogwarts, so you felt like walking through a dream. Only a handful of students seemed to be hanging out on campus today, but that wasn’t really surprising - the new semester hadn't started yet. 

"And this is the most important building out of all of them - the cafeteria.", Inseong explained, ending his tour with a grand gesture towards one of the more modern looking buildings. You laughed and he smiled, really liking the sound, bright and fresh so early in the morning - he already knew working with you would be a pleasure, you were open-minded, talkative, funny and seemed to be pretty laid-back. He couldn’t wait to hear your thoughts on his next big research project.

"Well, I think I'm going to like working here. The atmosphere is truly amazing - and the campus is beautiful, I always love when buildings have a certain... history to them.", you told Inseong just before you entered the History department again and smiled up at him, looking around and taking a last deep breath of autumn air, before pushing inside. 

"Well, you can definitely say this about these buildings! Ahh, I'm truly just so glad you're finally here. I really do need a helping hand and I'm sure we'll become a great team. Are you maybe interested in having dinner with me tonight? I could show you around our little town, if you like." Inseong immediately saw you withdrawing upon hearing his proposal. "I mean as friends of course! I am definitely not interested in dating at the moment, I simply don't have the time!", he quickly explained further, sheepishly ruffling his hair and smiling down at the you. 

You exhaled, relieved. "Oh, well... sure, I'd like that, then." Your attitude quickly changed back to your usual self and Inseong began gnawing on his lower lip. He meant it, he really wasn't interested in dating anyone at the moment - you were nice, intelligent and rather beautiful, but he knew a relationship with him would be a doomed one - because of his secret. He was a werewolf and therefore had a mate - somewhere out there in this world. It was possible that he would never meet her of course, but if he did... well, every other woman in the world would simply fade into the background, no matter how much she had meant to him before. He didn't want to risk breaking anyone's heart, so he always tried to keep his distance. And this would obviously also apply to his new research assistant.

The rest of the day passed rather quickly. You were able to work through a few of Inseong’s research papers without much difficulty, already pointing out some weaknesses - he had been right, you truly were the right person to help him. You were incredibly bright and quickly came to the right conclusions - Inseong knew you’d improve his little research team in just the right way.

The walk around town in the evening was very enjoyable as you had a lot to talk about. Inseong found you very easy to talk to, your witty sort of humor entertaining him greatly. He learned that you had grown up in a rather small village together with an older brother and your parents. Your childhood had been filled with good memories, up until your grandfather died - your family had been torn apart by the loss, one of your uncles and your mother hadn't talked to each other in years afterwards. You hadn’t been allowed to play with your cousins anymore - one of which had been like a brother to you, as you were the same age. Your mother had died when you were 15, as well as your maternal grandmother a few years later, to which you had been very close after losing your mother so early. You didn't really get along with your older brother, but loved your father beyond words. 

Inseong also found out that you loved to read, listen to music and to travel, that you liked baking but not cooking and that your favorite animals were wolves (oh, the irony) and penguins. Inseong in turn told you about himself as well - that he had been raised by a very large family, that no, he had no "real" siblings, but was living together with a bunch of people now - a somewhat adopted family, he called them. Some were working in town, some were still students at university - none of them being a student of his, of course - and they were close like brothers, living together in a big old farmhouse outside of town, deep into the woods. He told you he also liked reading, but was more into historical fiction, something you rarely decided to read. 

You noticed how much you already liked your new boss and began to really look forward to working with him and the rest of his team.

It was already completely dark and rather late, when you finally finished your dinner and left the cozy restaurant. "Well, thank you very much for this evening, Inseong - I had a lot of fun. Just one last question: do you happen to know about a car repair shop around here? I just bought a car and it seems to be in pretty good shape, but the previous owner said I should get it checked as soon as possible - just to be sure." 

The tall man grinned and nodded. "I know just the guy for you - he actually lives with me! His name is Youngbin and he owns the best and biggest repair shop in town. I think I have his business card with me, just a second..." He searched through his wallet, finally finding said card and handed it to you. "Kim Youngbin, CAR REPAIR SHOP.", you read out loud, "Oh perfect, thank you! I'll call him tomorrow and ask for an appointment." But Inseong waved that aside. "I'll just tell him you'll come over after work tomorrow and he'll have a look at your car. I'm sure that won't be a problem." 

"Are you sure?", you asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, I'll tell him tonight - he’s a night owl and most definitely still awake.", Inseong answered and smiled at you.

You returned it immediately. "Well, thank you! That's really nice. I'll see you tomorrow at the office, then?" 

"Yes. I'll bring coffee - a latte for you?", he asked, car keys already in hand.

"I’d prefer a cappuccino, thanks. And can I interest you in a muffin or bagel?", you replied and he grinned.

"Oh, you absolutely can." 

"Then that's what I'll bring.", you said with a smile - and with that, you parted ways. 

When you got home, you immediately threw off your shoes and jacket, quickly tumbling into your big, comfy bed - the jet lag still hadn't fully disappeared and you were completely exhausted. Minutes later, you were already fast asleep. 

Inseong on the other hand wasn't nearly as tired as you when he came home - he also wouldn't have been able to get any sleep yet. The house was full of his brothers and some of their mates, it was apparently time for their monthly movie night again. 

"Inseong, there you are! We were almost beginning to miss you - don't tell me you were working until now?!", Jaeyoon immediately greeted him when he entered the living room. He was one half of the, how Inseong silently called them, ‘chaos line'. 

"Well, he probably wasn't one a date, so where else could he have been?", Dawon, the other half of said line, grinned and struck out his tongue at the older man. 

"Don't be mean.", his mate Ava immediately scolded, wacking him over the head and smiling apologetically at the older man, who just rolled his eyes. 

"I actually was out, just so you know." 

"ON A DATE?!", the tallest of the bunch, Rowoon, almost shouted, surprise written all over his handsome face. All fell silent, gaping at Inseong who had turned slightly red. "No, don't be ridiculous. I just had dinner with my new scientific assistant, that's all. She's new in town and doesn't know anyone yet, so I showed her around a bit." 

"Ohhh, is she pretty?", Kate, Jaeyoon’s mate, asked, smiling brightly just as Dana, Chani’s mate, asked: "Is she nice?" 

"I don't see what her looks have to do with anything, but yes - she is very pretty. But more wha’s even more important, she is nice, yes - thank you, Dana.", Inseong answered, making Kate pout. Jaeyoon grinned and slung his arms around her, pulling her to his chest. 

"Who's pretty and nice?", a male voice behind Inseong suddenly asked and Youngbin entered the living room, hands still full of grease from repairing cars all day. 

"Inseong’s new assistant.", Rowoon explained immediately. 

"Scientific assistant, there's a difference.", the older man automatically corrected, "She's writing her doctor's thesis as well as joining my research team." 

“So she's intelligent.", Zuho guessed. 

"Oh, highly so. I think she'll be able to improve my papers greatly.", Inseong confirmed and Youngbin whistled. "Coming out of your mouth... she must be half a genius." He cracked a slightly crooked smile, indicating his irony. 

"But she's not your mate, I guess.", Rowoon said and everyone fell silent again. 

"No, she is not. But something about her... I don’t know. Her scent indicates something, but I can't put my finger on it.", Inseong explained thoughtfully, staring into nothing, before shrugging, "Maybe I'm wrong, who knows. I'll go and try to get some sleep now - you guys don't stay up too late, okay?"

Everyone nodded, before looking at the big screen in front of them again. 

"Ah, by the way - Y/N needs someone to check her car, so I told her she could come by at your repair shop after work tomorrow and you'll have a look. I hope that's alright with you?", Inseong said to Youngbin and his alpha just shrugged, before nodding. "Sure. I'll be around the shop until 8pm at least, I think.", he answered.

"Perfect, Y/N will be glad to hear that. Good night then.“ With that, Inseong left their living room.

It was bitterly cold the next day. 

You already froze half to death when you hurried along the sidewalk to get to your car. Your breath formed tiny white clouds in front of you and you cursed yourself for not having thought about bringing your gloves. They were still in one of the few unpacked boxes inside your new apartment - but who could have guessed that the temperature would drop so low just over night? Not you, that much was obvious. You were glad that your car started pretty quickly, even though it was a such an old one - a black VW golf cabrio from the 90s. Back home you had driven a newer model, a shiny, silver VW polo, but now you were on a tighter budget. You just hoped that the repair shop wouldn't find any real damage tonight. 

When you finally arrived at work, your car was already cozily warm and you felt much better. You had quickly stopped at a little café not far from campus to obtain the promised muffins and bagels for Inseong and yourself and now you were rushing towards the office so you wouldn't be late for your second day. 

Inseong was already seated behind his desk when you arrived - a bit out of breath, you should really start your workout routine again - and immediately began to smile when he saw you, his dark eyes forming little crescents. "Good morning, Y/N. Slept well?" 

You grinned back, placing the food on top of the table. "I did, thank you. But I was a bit shocked when I stepped outside this morning, if I'm being honest. Such a radical temperature drop over night!" 

"Well, that does happen sometimes in this state.”, Inseong confirmed, reaching behind him and handing you a steaming cup, ”Here, take your coffee - it'll heat you up." You deeply inhaled the familiar scent, smiling slightly and thanking him, before taking a seat behind you own desk. 

You spent the next few hours in comfortable silence, with only a few interruptions whenever you had questions about the research. At around 2pm, Inseong and you had lunch at the cafeteria, where you also met up with a few other professors and their research assistants, before returning to your work. At 6.30pm, Inseong finally yawned, stretched and turned off his desk light. "Well, that's it for today. Let's go home - or in your case, let’s go to the repair shop. Youngbin knows you're stopping by, so he'll be waiting for you." 

"Ah, perfect, thank you so much, Inseong! I'll see you tomorrow, then.", you answered and smiled at him. 

"Yes, have a nice evening, Y/N." With that, he shot you a wink and left the office.

You didn't have much trouble finding the repair shop, even though you usually didn't have the best sense of direction. But earlier that day, Inseong had shown you the way on Google maps and as the shop was just a few blocks away from campus, you found it rather quickly. You parked your car in front of one of the many garages, got out and looked around a bit helplessly. The shop was much larger than you had expected and you weren’t exactly sure where to go now - the front entrance was dark, but you saw light coming from the inside of one of the garages. Still, you decided to try the front entrance first - which was already closed as you quickly found out. Finally, you knocked against the door of the illuminated garage. 

"Hello?", you asked as you carefully pushed open the door, "Is anyone here? Mr. Kim? I'm Y/N - Inseong said you could help me with my car?" 

From under the car, a person emerged, clad in heavy worker boots, a greyish tank top and an overall whose upper part was loosely tied around narrow hips. The man was tall when he stood up, his well-toned arms even more prominent thanks to his tight muscle shirt. He wore his black hair in a slight undercut and sported dark, smoldering eyes. 

He didn't return your smile when he saw you - no, he looked a bit shocked and taken-aback upon spotting you. 

"Mr. Kim?", you asked, getting a bit shy now and ducking your head when you saw his almost critical gaze. "Oh, uh - yes, I'm Youngbin." His voice was a bit rough, which caused a shiver to run down your spine. Your heart began to pound faster and your breath caught. 

Dear Lord, he was hot. 

You’d never felt such immediate attraction towards anyone ever before. 

"Hwi, can you take over, please? I have to... go." With that, Youngbin almost ran away from you, leaving you somewhat bewildered behind. Suddenly, another, younger man emerged from behind a car, sporting long, messy hair and a sweet gummy smile. "Hey there, you must be Y/N. I'm Hwiyoung, Youngbin’s helping hand. Sooo, you want us to have a look at your car?", he asked without batting an eye at his boss’ weird behavior.

You just nodded, still flabbergasted thanks to Youngbin’s strange exit. "Uh, yes, that would be great. There's nothing wrong with it - or at least not something I, someone who knows pretty much nothing about cars, can see. But the previous owner said it would be better to have it checked by a car shop.”, you finally explained and Hwiyoung nodded, taking the car keys from you and turning to leave the garage. "You can stay here, if you like. It will take about half an hour to check if anything's broken or faulty.", he said over his shoulder, smiling at you. 

"Oh... well, thank you? I just...", you trailed off, looking around the garage.

"The office is just around the corner. Ask Youngbin to make some coffee or tea. I'll be back as soon as I can." With that, he grinned one last time before leaving you behind. 

You just stood there, undecided for a few seconds, before sighing deeply and finally making your way towards the office.

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