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miabebe · 2 months

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Where you're convenient (II)

Scenario - Yes it was circumstances that forced these arrangements but why was it that at its breaking point, all you want to do is hold on to it?

Pairing - Husband! Seokmin × reader

Word Count - 11K (oh yeah I'm insane)

Warnings - oral (f recieving), fingering, unprotected sex (well there's babies wanted here so), riding, cum eating

A/n - part 2 is finally here! These keep getting longer idk why 😭 I'm gonna take a small break and shift attention to my series before I return for part 3 (woozi)!

P.s all 3 parts are not related, they can be read individually, they simply share the same trope of marriage of convenience which I'm an absolute sucker for 🙃 Read Joshua's here!

The moment Seokmin’s eyes fell on the entrance of the overpriced restaurant, he knew exactly why his sister insisted on this meeting.

Sighing deeply, he parked his car in a vacant lot and ran his fingers through his untamed hair, glancing at his reflection of the mirror. There was no need to look his best for this meeting, just presentable would do - afterall, he was not here to impress. Grabbing the bag you handed him earlier today, he made his way in, eyes falling on his sister and her company - a pretty woman, definitely around his age since clearly, this was yet another attempt to set him up on a date.

He greeted them with his usual sweet smile before hugging his devil of a sister, whispering a bunch of obscene words in her ear which she coolly ignored, habituated to his reaction to such meetings over time. Although he was already prepared to leave, he slid across the boxes of cupcakes you made and took a seat, pulling out his phone, while his sister raved to her friend about how you made the best cupcakes in the world.

Seokmin 17:48: Just met Minseo. Should be home in an hour. Traffic's really bad.

And then his sister began her usual business of introducing her friend to him, then him to her, then mentioning how 'surprisingly' the two of them were so similar, subtly hinting how they would be so compatible.

Seokmin rolled his eyes, familiar with this drill, listening to her blabber with a struggling, polite smile. This was quite a frequent occurrence - every now and then Minseo would bring a friend or colleague to introduce them, afraid that her useless brother would die single given how uninterested he was in dating. Today's friend was Sumi, her colleague from the first ever company she worked in, who was apparently his age, recently single, also loved pizza and working out. Barely interested in the ongoing conversation, Seokmin kept glancing at his phone time and again, relieved when it finally buzzed.

You 18:04: Okay, have fun with MinSeo, tell her I said hi!

You 18:04: Also, look at this [attachment]

It was a photo of Aera, her mouth, hands and clothes covered in a light pink frosting as she laughed at the camera both innocently and mischievously.

You 18:05: I swear to god, I can't look away from her for a second.

"Are you even listening Min-ah?

Seokmin looked up at both ladies staring at him with a tinge of annoyance and turned his phone to show them the picture that was making him smile so ridiculously. Instantly, they broke out into a series of awws and little praises making his heart swell with pride. That was his daughter afterall.

"Isn't she the cutest?" Sumi looked up from his phone. "She's two and a half right?"

"Actually she's 2 years and 10 months." Seokmin took back his phone, taking another look at the love of his life. "Born in May."

"A Taurus baby?"

"Gemini." He corrected. "Last week of May."

"She must be quite the troublemaker huh?"

"You have no idea." Seokmin laughed typing a reply.

Seokmin 18:08: What have you done to my sweet angel?

"Shall we order food first?" Minseo picked the menu card. "What about pizza-"

"Not for me." Seokmin shook his head. "I'm not eating. In fact, I have to leave soon."

"Min-ah, come on, you're seeing me after so long-"

"I literally saw you last week, at mum's place."

"But it's your first time meeting Sumi, don't be rude."

Seokmin turned to her friend. "I'm sorry, I would stay longer but I haven't seen my daughter all day and I'm sure there's food at home already." He glanced at his sister before turning back. "I don't know if you know, but my wife makes really good food, she's a chef."

"A pastry chef." His sister corrected. "I mean no one makes desserts better than her but you're the better cook. "

You 18:10: Angel? She's the devil spawn, this little thing.

Seokmin 18:11: Are you calling me the devil? How dare you

"Maybe," He looked up from his phone. "But I always eat dinner made by my wife."

Minseo rolled her eyes yet again, but Sumi nodded understandingly. When the two women discussed for 20 whole minutes, finally placed an order for themselves and Sumi excused herself to the washroom, Seokmin turned to his sister.

"Why won't you give up?"

"Why won't you give in?"

"Because, everyone you try to set me up with is not my type.."

"Really?" Minseo raised an eyebrow. "What about Sumi is not your type? You two are literally the same people."

"Yeah well, did you see her nails? Clearly she loves manicures and stuff like that."

His sister blinked, lost. "And that's a problem because?"

"I have a child you idiot, I can't have those claws around her?"

"So she'll stop getting them done. That should solve your issue."

"I don't want anyone to change themselves or give up on things they like because of me."

"I'm about to kick your ass Lee Seokmin." She muttered angrily. "I have tried to set you up with all kinds of women yet no one is good enough. What do you want Min-ah?"

"What do you want? Why do you keep dragging me to these-"

"Because I want to see you happy!"

"I am happy!"

"Say what you want Seokmin, that's not a happy marriage."

He sighed. "What problem do you have with Y/n?"

"With Y/n?" She looked at him perplexed. "Not one damn thing. In fact when you leave her, I might just ask her to marry me, I love that woman so much. The question is......do you?"

Seokmin blinked, not finding the words. Love? Sure he had a crush on you a couple of years ago but to be honest, nearly everyone did. He was in his final year of culinary school when he caught sight of you at the freshers party, walking in in that tight silver dress, looking like a dream. Rumor was you already had a boyfriend so Seokmin simply introduced himself and walked away, letting that little crush of his fade over time. Soon after, he successfully graduated, got a job at a Michelin star restaurant and life was good until he met you again, almost 4 years later at an alumni party.

Now, did Seokmin still have a crush on you? He didn't know really, he didn't even have the time to sort his feelings, not when you were giving him the flirtiest eyes, hands and body moving not very decently on the dance floor and especially not when you dragged him by the collar to a nearby room and the two of you fucked for hours.

"You always go silent when I ask you this Min-ah. It's a simple yes or no question."

Minseo looked expectedly at her brother who had now diverted his attention to the notification bar and time on his phone - you had still not replied to him. Panic slightly bubbled in his chest. Was something wrong?

He quickly downed the glass of water before of him and grabbed his bag.

"I'm sorry noona, I should head home. I think Y/n needs me."

Before she could reply, he dropped a kiss on her forehead and ran out to the parking, leaving his sighing sister behind. Through the glass she watched her brother rush away in his car, wondering how many more of such set ups it would take before he admitted what he felt for you.

Though Seokmin wanted to get back home as soon as possible, with all that traffic, all he could do was wait, fingers tapping on the wheel, mind getting restless. It was not like you to take so long to reply, he knew that much. Sinking back into the car seat, he glanced out at the streets that he no longer walked down ever since he became a father. The life of leisure he once lived was no longer a possibility because now he lived only for his daughter. And you.

It wasn't a part of his life plan to become a father so young but apparently, things have their own way of panning out. He was supposed to become a famous chef, open his own chain of restaurants, establish himself as a successful businessman and retire by 45. Instead, he found himself getting a phone call from an unknown number about 2 months after that fateful night of the alumni party. It was you.

It was indeed strange that you asked to meet up at your workplace considering the two of you had made it very clear to each other that this was a one time thing, but he went regardless. Over a cup of coffee and a piece of cake you broke the news that you were pregnant and the child was his. Now Seokmin knew condoms were not 100% effective but that night the two of you had used quite a few of them, given how many rounds went down.

You told him you were going to have the child and if he wanted, he could be a part of the baby's life too. Of course he wanted to, even though this entirely threw off his life plan, of course he would be a part of his child's life, there was no question. Seokmin had grown up without the presence of a father his whole life and he knew what the felt like - there was not a chance he would let that child go through the same as well. So he told you he was there for whatever you needed and however you needed him.

The first trimester was quite uneventful. Seokmin had barely seen you after that meeting in the cafe - the two of you would just keep in touch via texts. He would check up to make sure you were eating on time and that the morning sickness wasn't too much. You would simply answer his questions and thank him. But you didn't ever ask much of him.

By your second trimester, he had moved into the building across yours so he could be near you for anything you wanted and everything you needed. He helped drive you to and from your prenatal visits, did grocery runs whenever you worked too late, carried your bags and boxes up the stairs. It was all on his own though, you still had asked for any favours.

The first thing you had ever asked of him was nearly a month later, around the 7th month of your pregnancy. In the middle of a rainy night, with a small bag slung over your shoulder, you had knocked on this door, mildly drenched and shivering. Seokmin instantly panicked even though you repeatedly assured him you were alright. The problem was your dick of an ex boyfriend, constantly knocking down your front door leaving you no choice but to take the fire escape and come here. That man had been behind you for months, insisting you take him back into your life, not taking no for an answer. His persistence had forced you to even change homes and numbers over the last year but now somehow, he had managed to find you again. You asked if you could stay here for a day or two till he stopped bothering you and Seokmin immediately agreed. He had no idea you were going through all this.

One day turned to two and two became a week. Seokmin had now began accompanying you almost everywhere, constantly keeping an eye on your surroundings and it was a miracle he hadn't landed a punch on that slime ball of an ex of yours. That man would harass and embarrass you publicly, he would turn up drunk at the doorstep and create a scene, throwing up and passing out, he would follow you to your workplace and just sit in the store hours on end. Things became exponentially worse when he found out that you and Seokmin were not in fact in a relationship, just expecting a child together - he went ballistically crazy with his attempts to get you back.

Panic rose in Seokmins chest just thinking about those days years ago, hoping to god everything was fine at home. He glanced at his phone again as he parked his car and rushed out, bolting up the stairs, unable to wait for the lift. When he opened the door of his apartment, toys and books and things were scattered everywhere, in the middle of the living room, a bunch of disorganised chairs and sheets haphazardly thrown around.

Seokmin slowly and quietly approached the mess pushing everything aside, heart racing in his chest, thoughts plaguing his mind till he spotted you and his little girl, fast asleep in what was clearly a blanket fort, making him sigh in relief. Your phone was lying next to you and Aera was lying on top, head snuggled in your chest, raising and falling rhythmically. You looked so beautiful tired, sleeping with your hair askew and mouth slightly open - seeing the mess all around, Seokmin knew it must have been one of Aera's uncontrollably active days. He smiled at the way your arm protectively wrapped around her and how she clung onto you - watching the two of you together was always his favourite thing to do. But he knew it must hurt to carry her weight on top for so long so he slowly crouched and quietly tried to take his daughter into his arms but the moment he lifted her-

"Daddy!"

Seokmin laughed as his girl, now somehow fully awake, began excitedly moving in his arms in a little dance to welcome him home, giggling away. He stood up, hugging her back and peppering her tiny face with kisses as she proceeded to sing loudly in joy. (She truly did take after him.) He watched her amused, trying to make out what in the world she was saying, when you let out a soft groan, making him turn. As you stretched awake, yawning and sighing, eyes slowly fluttering open, flashing him a sleepy smile, Seokmin felt his heart flip in his chest.

"Why, why, why doesn't your daughter sleep Mr. Lee?"

He chuckled. "I think she takes after you Ms. L/n."

"Oh no no, I was always the obedient child in the house. Your sister told me you were the troublemaker."

"You're calling this cutie a troublemaker?" Seokmin scrunched the cheeks of his daughter earning the cutest laugh. "She looks like the best baby in the world to me."

You sighed, getting up and rubbing soft circles her tummy.

"You're always gonna be daddy's baby girl aren't you?"

You could too if you want to.

Seokmin ignored his stupid mind voice and glanced at your tired self, slightly worried. "How was your day?"

"Decent." You smiled. "I was working on orders in the morning - there was a baby shower I had to cater for in the afternoon. I swear, I stepped out into the balcony to take a call for literally 5 minutes and your 'best' baby here had lathered herself in all the frosting I made. Then I had to sit make another batch while while the sugar turned your daughter into a hyperactive destruction machine. She didn't even sleep in the afternoon and I had just managed to get her to sleep when..."

"Sorry." Seokmin gushed sheepishly. "I thought I was helping-"

"No, no thats okay, she needs to bathe and eat anyways. Better you wake her up, she gets all cranky otherwise."

Seokmin dropped a sweet kiss on his child's cheek as she continued to search for something in his ear lobe with utmost seriousness.

"How was your day? How's Minseo?"

"Oh same old, just complaining about her kids and mom, the usual." He didn't need you to know the exact details of what happened. Not when it didn't matter to him anyways. "She said she had dinner prepared at home so we didn't really eat anything."

"Oh no, you must be so hungry? I have a few orders to pack for tomorrow, let me quickly finish that up, then we can do dinner yeah?"

Seokmin nodded as you walked away to the kitchen, sleep barely shaken away.

The good thing about Seokmin's apartment was the large pantry, which when you first came to this house was merely a storeroom but over time, it had become your working station. After you had graduated, given your sweet tooth, you had travelled around, meeting different chefs, taking small courses and mastered the art of dessert making. Not only did that trip help get away from and over your ex boyfriend but it had also solidified your skill set as a pattisier. After coming back to Seoul, an old senior and friend had contacted you, offering you a job in her bakery cafe till you worked on your own business plan and all was going well till that alumni party.

Sure, when Seokmin introduced himself to you in your freshmen year you thought he was possibly the most gorgeous person you'd ever laid your eyes on. He didn't seem too interested in you and that was fine, given you were already in a relationship with your high school boyfriend. Meeting him again, so many years later, finding out he had gotten oh so much hotter and having suffered a dry spell for so long, you had managed to somehow get into his pants for what was the best night you had ever had. You had quite literally fucked him out of your mind, and were happily moving on with your life when the news of the pregnancy hit.

You did go to work in the initial months but as the third trimester approached, it was hard to balance your wellbeing and the strain that came from working. Your boss was kind enough to let you keep your job and that's how for the last 2 odd years, you found yourself working from home, only preparing and delivering on custom orders the shop received, allowing you to keep both your passion alive and make decent money.

"I was going to give Aera a bath-"

"Okay!"

"-but the neighbours kids want to take her downstairs to play."

Normally, you wouldn't let her go down when it was late and dark outside but she needed to get that sugar out of her system and you needed to be alone with Seokmin for a bit. There was something you wanted to talk to him for a while now.

The giggles of your daughter faded in the background as Seokmin walked into the kitchen, pulling out a tub of something from his bag.

"I'm going to make the best ravioli you've ever had for dinner."

You smiled watching him wash up and put on an apron, getting ready to bustle away in the kitchen. You loved watching Seokmin cook - there was something so elegant and attractive about how well he navigated around while cooking, smoothly chopping and stirring away. He never let you make dinner. Though he slogged in the kitchen restaurant from day break till the evening cooking away, Seokmin never let you cook when he was home. He'd say you didn't have to worry about it when he was there. Actually, as long as he was around, you never worried about anything.

You didn't think there would come a point where Seokmin would become your partner for life but here you are. Years ago, when your ex was tormenting you, you had contemplated just moving out of the city but it was Seokmin who held your hand and asked you to face him bravely. You did, you really tried, but it didn't matter when the other man was such a terrible pain in the ass - nothing changed. It was then that Seokmin’s mother suggested that the two of you get married, hoping that would settle things once and for all but you refused.

As idealistic as that seemed, it was never your intention to bind Seokmin with you in such a permanent relationship but he didn't seem to think so. If a marriage was what it would take to keep his child safe, he was willing to do it. It took a few more months, a few more threats from your ex and a reasonable suggestion from your sister for you to finally agree to it. Within a few days the two of you were married with a set of promises said out loud and a set of them silently agreed upon

One, this would be an open marriage - two of you were free to see and be with other people and two, 3 years later, you would reassess where this relationship stood and what it's future would be.

You had agreed on this arrangement for Seokmin more than for yourself. Once you gave birth, you knew you'd be busy with your child and work, but you didn't want Seokmin to feel trapped because of one night's decision. True enough, after Aera came along, you didn't even have the time to look at another man, forget thinking about one. Sometimes you wondered if Seokmin found someone but from the intel that had reached you, it didn't seem like he had. He'd always come home immediately after work, he didn't usually go out anywhere on the weekends, his friends always complained to you that they never saw him around - Seokmin spent every breathing minute he had free with his daughter.

You glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall beside Seokmin for the nth time this month, noting each day that your wedding anniversary was approaching. It would soon be time to reevaluate your marriage with him but if you didn't find anyone and if he didn't find anyone, you wondered what he thought about your idea. One that you had been nurturing for a while now.....

Seokmin could feel your eyes burning into his back and knew you wanted to say something. By the time he walked into the kitchen you were already done with your orders which meant the last 20 minutes he spent cooking, you were simply lost in thought about something. Something Seokmin had a feeling he knew.

Ever since a month ago, when the restraining order against your ex was finally approved and the threat on you had been lifted, Seokmin had a gnawing feeling about the future of this relationship. You were not interested in a marriage to begin with, now you didn't have a reason to continue in it either. That could only mean one thing - you were going to leave him. The time had come.

Seokmin held his breath as you approached him,

"Seokmin, I was thinking...."

Please don't say you wanna leave me. Please don't say it. Please don't say it.

"It's been almost 3 years since we've gotten married and had Aera. She's not all grown up yet, but she's grown up quite a bit and....."

Please. Please. Please.

"I was thinking maybe it's time we...."

Seokmin took a deep breath preparing himself. This was it.

"Get a cat or something?"

Seokmin turned to you surprised. "A what?"

"A cat, or a dog if you prefer that, any pet actually."

"So you're not leaving me?"

"Huh?"

"I mean" Seokmin mentally smacked himself, rambling to his defence. "You're.... leaving that decision to me? To get a pet? Why? I mean why a pet, I mean why so suddenly?"

You sighed, leaning against the counter. "Aera constantly needs me around because she gets bored. She's young, she needs company and I'm hoping a pet can give her that? I mean obviously the better option would be if we.... I mean if she....."

Seokmin looked at you confused. "If she?"

Well, fingers crossed, here we go.

"I don't know, could have a sibling? Kids need company to grow up and I think it would be nice if Aera could have a little brother or sister....."

Seokmin stared at you, his expression unreadable before his voice softened, leaving him uncertain. "Do you really want that? Another child?"

"I think I'm ready for another one?..... if you want one that is." You add quickly. "I don't want you to feel compelled or anything. We can still just get a pet-"

"No..." Seokmin shook his head, clearing his throat before continuing. "I don't mind. I don't mind having another child. It's just....I don't know how complicated the adoption process is-"

"Oh." You scratched the back of your neck. This conversation was a lot harder than you had anticipated. "I wasn't thinking about adoption actually..... I mean it's great and everything but I was thinking more of a child of my own..... our child."

Seokmin blinked rapidly. "O-ours?"

"I mean we already have one together, I think it'll be a lot less complicated if I were to have another one that.....you be the father?"

That would not make anything less complicated.

"Your silence is scaring me Seokmin. There's no compulsion, it's only if you want. I might be the one giving birth but your preference matters too. If you don't want this then we'll just forget this conversation ever happened."

It was ridiculous you thought he might not want a future, a bigger family with you when he had been dreaming of this for the last 3 years.

"I love Aera more than anything in this world. If I could have another child that's part me, especially if it'll make Aera happy, of course I'd want that. It's just...."

"What?"

"How...." He refused to meet your questioning eyes. "How are you and supposed to.....you know?"

"Oh." Of course there would be a discussion about the process and of course you're flushed a violent shade of pink. "I uh looked into that, there's a few fertility clinics here that do a procedure called IUI, intrauterine insemination or something like that, basically it's an artifical process of.....sex?"

"Ah....." He nods slowly. "That sounds-"

You wanted to know what he's thinking, you wanted to know what he wanted but the doorbell rang, pulling you away from the conversation. Knowing the delivery person was here for today's orders you quickly excused yourself and turned your attention to your work, bringing out the orders, taking them down to load the van. By the time you're done and ready to listen to him again, Seokmin has already finished up in the kitchen and has his eyes glued to his phone.

He didn't acknowledge your presence, which is rather odd because Seokmin is always so reactive to you. Realising that he was perhaps not comfortable or in a disagreement with the discussion, you decided to end it and not being it up anymore. Instead, you resorted to cleaning up the mess in the living room, pointlessly might I add, for within minutes, your daughter came barging in, done with her playtime, ready to make a mess again. Before she could topple over the box of toys, Seokmin appeared out of nowhere, swooping her into this arms, protecting your just cleaned zone. He flashed you a smile, continuing to play a game of Aera-plane with her as you hugged your knees and watched them.

Seokmin was a great father and that was the reason you wanted to have another child with him. That and the fact that he was also a great person - one could scour the whole earth and not find a man even half as good as him. Though you had entered this marriage with the idea that it could end anytime, with each passing day, that turned into a strange fear - a fear of him leaving you, especially now that you and Aera were no longer in danger. When even your marriage could not keep your ex away from you, Seokmin decided to take things in a legal direction to finally get him out of the way. Now that all of that was successfully done, the number of things binding this marriage had reduced.

When you discussed the idea of having another baby with your sister, she asked if this was an attempt to add to the list of reasons keeping this marriage together. Oh hell no. If anything it was the exact opposite. Having another child with Seokmin would only lead to one thing - you falling in love with him all over again and him not feeling the same for you yet again. It would make ending this relationship, whenever the time came for it, that much harder. But you knew for Aera this decision made sense - it was only for her sake.

Seokmin and Aera had now switched to the game of Aera-train, the two of them crawling all around the space on their knees, making you laugh at their antics. You grabbed your little girl and pulled her into your lap, smothering her cute face with kisses as she wriggled in your grip. Exhausted, Seokmin lied down beside you, mouthing a thank you.

"How much more playtime is it going to take before you burn all that sugar missy?"

"Hide and seek!" Aera clapped, still not understanding how exhausted the two of you were. "You and daddy hide, I count."

"Aera, you need to shower-"

Not listening, she slipped out of your lap, plastering herself against at wall, closing her eyes.

"One, two-"

"Sweetheart-"

"Seven, ten, twelve-"

Seokmin looked up. "Who the hell is teaching her numbers?"

"Thirty, forty-"

Laughing you quickly pulled Seokmin to his feet, the two of your scrambling to find a place to hide and in the hurry, settling in the tiny gap between the closet and the bathroom, bodies pressed against each other. As the laughter faded, you realised just how close you were, faces inches apart, breath held and heart racing.

Hearts.

With your hands pressed against his pecs, you could feel his racing too.

"Should have hidden in different places huh" Seokmin whispered, earning a short nod from you.

"It's too late. We're stuck, I guess."

Seokmin couldn't tell what exactly you were talking about, somehow it's different. You gulped the phantom lump in your throat, trying to look away but there's only so much you could look at around you. When you looked at him again, he was lost in thought.

"What are you thinking?"

"I uh." Seokmin cleared his throat. "I was reading up about this Intra- thing."

Oh. So the conversation wasn't done. "Uh huh."

"It's expensive."

"Yeah it is...." You had already done all the research for it of course. "Which sucks because it doesn't have a very high chance of success either."

"Not to mention, it requires many tests and appointments."

"Yeah, it would interupt with both our work schedules too."

"Exactly.....so I'm not sure if it's really the best option for us?"

You looked at him straight in the eye. What was going on in his head? Why was a completely wild thought entering your head?

You nodded slowly. "Maybe we should look into the alternatives. Try and do a little more research?"

"And find an option that's affordable, efficient, and not very time consuming."

"That would be ideal.....I wonder what that could be."

Both of you knew what it could be. Both of you knew exactly what it could be.

"The only way I can think of is," You tried not to let your voice shake. "The way everyone usually does this...."

Seokmin frowned, "There are other ways?"

How could a man this fine be this stupid?

"The way we already made a child Seokmin."

Just the memory of that night sends blood rushing down Seokmin’s body. That was not an event of loving baby making.

"You want to do t-that again?"

Your stomach literally wanted to hurl its contents. "Do you?"

"I mean," He could feel the sweat drip down the groove of his back. "If that's the best way to have another child. It does seem like the practical, logical, reasonable choice."

"Yeah..." You met his eyes, hoping to god he could tell you were lying. "That's the only reason why...."

The thick, unresolved tension makes you shiver, prompting you to shift in the space, and Seokmin's arms immediately grabbed you at the waist to keep you steady - he was terrified that the secret in his pants would expose him for what he truly was.....absolutely and fatally, gone for you.

If you had ever given him even the slightest indication that you wanted him, Seokmin knew for a fact that he would have given you a whole lot of babies by now - there was nothing more he wanted than a life and a family with you. But you only ever smiled at him sweetly, never letting on anything further and Seokmin was okay with that too. He was okay with whatever you wanted. Now you wanted him to put another baby in you and he had no idea how he was going to stay sane doing that. Or after that.

"Speaking of which...." You pulled away from him, looking concerned. "Where's the child we already made?"

It had to have been a while by now and Aera was usually much better than this at hide and seek, making the two of you panic and rush out of your hiding space, calling out to her. In less than a minute, Seokmin found her curled up in the couch fast asleep, snoring away.

You groaned. "She hasn't showered or eaten-"

"Shh, it's okay." Seokmin crouched beside her, attempting to carry her to her bed. "We can just-"

"Caught you!"

Much to Seokmin's disappointment, your daughter jumped out of the couch, kicking her feet, ecstatic that she had him fooled. You covered your mouth so Seokmin could not see you struggling to hold back your laughter as Aera ran around chanting, caught you, caught you.

"Well isn't she a smartass." You noted, trying to soothe his annoyance.

"Yeah, we need to stop letting her hang out with Yoon Jeonghan." He muttered as he picked up his running daughter, seating her on the side of his hip, squeezing her cheeks. "And I caught you so now playtime is over. It's shower time, you little pig."

Aera whined, trying to reach for you to save her and you stepped back. "No, no, you've done enough today. You've to sleep soon-"

"Not sleepy." She groaned, snuggling her head into Seokmin’s neck, as he walked away, shaking his head.

"You're not gonna let mommy and daddy sleep tonight are you?"

You froze in the middle of the hall hearing his words.

Tonight?

You were not really sure what came over you when you suggested having sex again to make another baby. Maybe it was the proximity of the space or the fact that he was already so on board with the idea or just because you've been wanting to jump this man for 3 years now. You don't really know. You didn't know how you were even going to sleep with him just one more time. Or how to handle things after that. Maybe this was a terrible idea.

Of course it was a terrible idea. And it was only further proven when you grabbed Aera's night clothes and walked into the bathroom to find both father and daughter settled in the bathtub, engaged in a waterfight, making you raise your eye brows in question.

"She put water all over me!" Seokmin justified as Aera covered her face in soap bubbles, hiding from you. "It's not my fault, she insisted I get in with her."

Yes but why did he have to take his shirt off for that? And why did your eyes have to follow those little rivets of water running down his bicep and chest? You tore your gaze away from him and quickly pulled your child out of the tub, and the moment you set her down, she giggled and bolted, making you sigh.

"I'm banning sugar in this house." Seokmin laughed.

"She usually gets sleepy after a meal." You threw him a towel too and looked away as he caught it. "Shouldn't disturb us too much tonight."

Seokmin stared at you as you left. Tonight?

You wanted to do this tonight? Hell no. He needed time. He needed to convince himself to not let this one time raises his hopes, to not let himself fall more miserably in love with you. How was he ever going to do that? Everything you did only made him that much more whipped for you. Even now, after he washed himself up and walked out, he saw you softly drying Aera's hair, singing her favourite song, and leaned against the door frame, smiling fondly. Just the thought of another child, part you part him, running across this space made his heart swell with joy. He really wanted that.

When you meet his eye and smiled, he returned it, ignoring his racing heart and walked off to heat the sauces for dinner - a non spicy one for Aera and another spicy one for the two of you. Your eyes followed him, noticing that he had donned a new pair of grey sweatpants which were hanging low on his hips, coupled with a white tank top that was doing a terrible job of hiding his pecs. God this man wanted to end you.

By the time you put Aera in her baby chair, he had already set everything on the table and true to his word it is the best damn ravioli in the world. You told him that and that was all the conversation that took place - dinner was unusually silent. Maybe because the both of you had the same set of thoughts running through your minds, both apprehensive about what would go down in the coming few hours. Even Aera had noticed the silence, her head turning between the two of you, her expression confused all through dinner. Yawning, she watched her parents awkwardly move around each other in the kitchen, even more polite and formal than they usually were as they cleaned it up.

You left Seokmin to put Aera to sleep as you headed to the shower to wash up for the night. Staring at the mirror, you stripped out of your clothes, observing everything that had changed over the last three years - you hadn't really cared for the post pregnancy effects on your body but somehow today you were feeling conscious. Taking a deep breath you convinced yourself that it was fine - that this was a one time thing anyways, that this was just to procreate, nothing else. Still, you quickly shaved yourself, used your best smelling soap and wore a new night suit - a pink one, with tiny flowers all over the shirt and shorts.

By the time you returned, Seokmin had already put Aera to sleep and settled in front of the TV, ready to play the next episode of masterchef, the one show the two of you being professionals thoroughly enjoyed. You wondered if you has misread his statement and had unnecessarily readied yourself for tonight and contemplated changing into something different when Seokmin sensed your presence behind him and asked you to hurry up. Biting your lip out of embarrassment, you walked over and settled down on the other end of the couch where you usually sat, not noticing the way his eyes trailed down your body before gulping and looking away.

"You're wearing a new nightsuit." He observed, avoiding mentioning that he also noticed you smelt different than usual - sweeter, more addicting.

"You're wearing a new trackpant too." You added so it didn't seem like you were the only one who was prepared for tonight.

"I.... didn't really notice. Just grabbed the first thing I could find and..." Lies. Pure lies. Seokmin deliberately wore the most loose sweatpants he could find hoping to god it would hide the raging boner he was housing between his legs. Even though he had already jerked off prior to showering to avoid being caught, he knew just the thought of what might happen tonight was enough to bring it back and sure enough, just your scent was enough to do that. He pulled a pillow onto his lap, starting the episode to divert the topic.

As the show continued, the two of you did your usual drill of discussing the recipes, how you'd do it differently and what he'd change to improve it. The thought hadn't stopped running in the back of your mind though, about whether tonight was indeed the night. About who was going to bring it up, how you were going to do....it.

"That guy, he's got a great future as a pattisier." Seokmin pointed at the screen. "If he ever opens a shop, I bet his dessert will be some of the most in demand in the city." He turned to you smiling. "Unless you enter the business. Then nobody stands a chance."

You laughed a little sadder than you intended to. "Having my own business feels like a once upon a dream now. With Aera now, I'm not sure how I can handle a whole business by myself-"

"Of course you won't be by yourself. I'll be there, with you, for you." He tilted his head. "Always."

"You've always wanted to have a restaurant of your own too. What about your dream?"

"I'm already working in one of the best restaurants in thr city. I'm living half of it already. I wish you could live yours too."

How did he always place you before him? Why was he always so good to you?

You turned to face him, leaning against the handrest. "What if we both had one dream? We could open a small business of our own which could feature both my desserts and your food."

"That would work." Seokmin nodded. "But it would require an extensive kitchen, we both need a ton of very different equipment, a lot more investment and time on our hands too. I mean if both of us are busy, with not fixed working hours, who'll take care of the kid?" He paused for a moment before reminding himself and you. "Kids."

Your heart felt like it was in your mouth.

"If they're of school going age, it shouldn't be so hard to handle should it?"

He mirrored your posture, more interested in the prospect now that it seemed possible and you continued.

"I wanted to have my own shop by the time I was 30, which means we have another 6 years for that. Aera will start going to school when she's 5, so there's another 2 years for that."

"Which means if we want our second child to also be of school going age by that time then we should have one by....." Seokmin did the math on his fingers. "Early next year."

You nodded, doing math of your own. "Given it will take 9 months to get one out, it means I have to get pregnant by latest...."

"March." Seokmin concluded, staring at his hands. "Which is this month."

Fuck.

"And given the best time to get pregnant is when I'm most fertile and that's..." You glanced at the date on your phone screen and looked up at him just as he lifted his head. "Now."

The two of you stared at each other in the silence as the end credits of the episode rolled on the screen, the next one waiting to be played.

"Is..." Seokmin took a deep breath. "Is that the future you really want? Running a business together, having 2 kids.... us?"

You really really really wanted that.

You nodded slowly. "If you want it too."

Seokmin took a whole minute to stare at the floor before turning off the TV, submerging the two of you in the dimness of the night lights.

"I do." He tossed the remote aside, slowly meeting your eye. "So, we do this.... right now?"

You glanced around the house. "Well, we are done for the day. All we have left to do is head to bed....."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was really happening?

"Wait," Seokmin panicked. "I don't have any condoms, I'll need to buy-."

"Lee Seokmin."

Oh no. "Yeah?" Had he messed up already? Did you not want to any more?

"We're trying to have a baby."

"I know....." and when the realisation hit, Seokmin felt all the blood leave his brain and shoot straight to his dick.

"So I..... so we're....I'm gonna do this raw?"

You looked at him, just a little amused. "That's kinda how getting pregnant works."

"What if you don't get pregnant?"

"Considering I got pregnant even when we did it with condoms, I don't know if that's going to be such a huge problem."

"Things don't always work out the same right? What if you don't get pregnant?"

"Then....we're going to have to do this till I get pregnant."

"This as in I...." Seokmin held his breath. "We have sex raw and...."

Your stomach flipped inside you. "And you come inside me, yes"

"I'm gonna fucking die." He muttered under his breath.

"Huh?"

He looked at your confused face, having not heard him. If you were going to let him re-live this, you deserved it too.

"Well, we have to do this right."

"What right?"

Seokmin ran his hand through his hair knowing he was digging his own grave with this.

"Come here." He tossed the pillow aside and held his hand out, pulling you closer as you took it, guiding you to straddle his lap. Both of you let out a soft groan as you felt his hard length under you and he could feel how soaked you were, through both your shorts and his pants.

"I know we're doing this to get you pregnant but when was the last time you...." slept with someone.

"With you." You confessed. "3 years ago."

Seokmin nodded slowly. "Then it's only right I make sure you feel good."

"What about you?" You stared at his collar bone instead, absentmindedly playing with the fabric of his tank top, wondering what the answer would be. Dreading what it would be.

"With you."

You looked up a little surprised. "You didn't see anyone else? In 3 years?"

"You didn't either."

"I didn't have the time."

"And I didn't have the need." He looked at you so earnestly, you wanted to bury this man in you and never let him go. "I'm happy with my life. I'm happy with Aera, I'm...." He smiled softly. "I'm happy with you. I'm not seeking anything else."

You cupped his cheek, running your thumb across the bone. How did you get so lucky?

"Seokmin." He hummed as you let your hands wrap around his neck. "Hurry up and put a baby inside me."

Groaning, he hooked his hands under your thighs, lifting you into his arms with surprising ease. Moving to the room with soft footfall and gently dropping you onto the bed, he watched as looked at him, pupils blown, reminding him of that night all those years ago. Fuck he really wanted to be inside you.

"Move back." He tapped your leg, clambering on the bed slowly as you obeyed, scooting behind, letting him slide his fingers between the elastic of your shorts. "Up."

As you raised your hips, he pulled down both your shorts and your panties in one go, leaving you feeling both strangely exposed and admired.

"You didn't have to." He muttered and you know he's talking about you shaving as he ran his hands up and down your thighs softly, before meeting your eye. "You're unbelievably beautiful, no matter what." A shiver ran down your spine as he leaned to drop a small kiss on your belly.

"Seokmin please..." You whined, pulling him up, unable to take the wait anymore. "Please just...."

"You don't have to beg sweetheart." He dropped another kiss on your forehead, then your jaw. "Let me make you feel good first, then I'll fill you up." His finger slipped between your soaked folds. "....and then again, just to be sure."

You let out the most unholy moan as his words shot straight to your core and his fingers easily found your clit, drawing soft circles, driving you insane in all ways possible. Seokmin looked at you with the softest eyes, laced with a hint of undeniable desire, like he was craving you. "Is it okay if I go down on you?"

Okay? It took all the sanity left in you to nod slowly, like you weren't eagerly throbbing just at the thought of it.

As you propped yourself on your elbows, he slowly slid down between your legs, pulling them over this shoulders, holding back a groan at the sight of the wet mess you'd made - you were dripping and he revelled in it. Eyes still locked with yours, his tongue ran up your folds, making you grip the sheets below, mouth falling open in a not so silent sigh. Fuck you hadn't been touched properly in so long and the fact that it was Seokmin again of all people was making it so much better. You'd been wanting him for way too long now.

"You need to keep it down baby." It took everything in you to turn the moan that left you into a whimper. How on earth were you supposed to that when he was saying such things??? "Our daughter is asleep next door."

You nod hurriedly, lacing your hand through his thick hair, as he went down on your again, smiling against your skin. He knew you needed him, badly, and God he wanted you so much too, he wanted you in entirely.

His nose brushed against your clit, making you almost writhe at the overstimulation, stopped only by the tight grip of his hands around your thighs. Unable to grab much of the sheets with your free hand, you slid it under your shirt, grabbing a boob, squeezing it pathetically as Seokmin watched you, nearly coming in his pants. Maybe one day he would admit this out loud, but the first year after Aera was born, watching you feed her with your breasts spilling out of your bra always drove him certifiably insane. As pathetic as it sounded, he was jealous of his months old daughter but now..... Seokmin slid his hand up your body, feeling how perfectly your free breast filled his hand, the moan he let go against your clit vibrating through your body, pulling out the sexiest gasp he'd ever heard.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were going to be the end of him.

"More." You moaned, pushing your hips up, desperate to be filled. "Seokmin, just a little more-"

And that's when letting go his ministrations on your boob, he brought his hand back down to your entrance, pushing a finger in. And then another. And God, though you were throbbing and practically dying to be filled, the intrusion sent the pain of the stretch shooting up you, making you wince and grab all you had your hands on a lot tighter. Sensing your discomfort, Seokmin stopped immediately, raising himself up, his face hovering over yours, concerned.

"Did I hurt you?" He hadn't touched you in so long, honestly he had no idea how to touch you either - what you liked, what you wanted, he didn't have a clue. He'll learn, he swears if you let him, he'd memorise every small detail, every single sign.

"Just...." You panted, feeling the pain ebb into pleasure. "No, no, you didn't, please don't stop."

Obeying, Seokmin instantly began pumping his fingers, still watching you closely. Under his gaze you felt so exposed, like if he looked a little deeper into your eyes he would see the unbelievable amount of love you had for him. Would that be such a bad thing though?.....

Fisting the material of his tank top, you pulled him down, pressing your forehead against his, letting your moans spill right into his ears. Chest swelling with pride, Seokmin picked up the pace, alternating between scissoring you open and pushing his fingers knuckle deep. Lord why was he so good at this?

Seokmin watched as your breaths got shallow and quick, knowing you were nearly there and brushed his thumb over your clit with just enough pressure to push you over the edge. Back arching off the bed, you clenched around him, feeling wave after wave of pleasure erupt across your being as though every nerve in your body was set on fire. Seokmin stopped but did not pull out, eyes fixed on the way you were a panting mess under him, still struggling to ground yourself.

"That...." You focused your vision on him, a slight smile dancing your lips. "That was fucking good."

"Hmm language." Seokmin laughed, finally and unfortunately pulling his fingers out leaving you empty and wanting. You turned to him as he buried his elbow into the mattress beside your face, propping his head on his hand, glancing down at you. You looked at him and he looked at you, blinking slowly, letting so many unsaid things pass in the silence. Bringing your hand up, you traced the outline of his features with a strange sadness that when all this was over there was going to be distance between the two of you again.

Seokmin needed you to stop that. He needed you stop looking at him, to stop touching him like that, there was only so much he could control himself. He knew he wouldn't get this chance over and over again and he wanted to make it count as much as possible. For you and for him.

"Didn't actually get to eat you out." He muttered in your ear, running his fingers between folds, gathering your release, spreading it around your throbbing hole. "Wanna make you come on my tongue."

To his momentary disappointment, you shook your head. "Some other time." What? "Right now I need you to get inside me."

"Just one-"

He stuttered to a stop when you ran your hand down his torso, palming his erection, it's thickness literally making you salivate. God you wanted him in your mouth so bad but you needed him inside you a lot more desperately. You had slept with him him before, you knew he felt like heaven and you had waited long enough.

"Seokmin please." You squeezed his length, earning a low growl from him. "I want that baby. I really want it." When he moved, hovering over you once again, palms planted beside you, you didn't even realise the words that left you. "I really want you."

Seokmins eyes widened, processing your words, but that was before you clawed the material of his tank top on his back, making him sit up and strip out if it in a flash. He didn't have it in him to get out of the bed and step put of his track pants, opting to pull his length out of them instead, stroking it, spreading his precum all over it. He watched your eyes fixed on his movements, mouth slight open, before you blinked up at him, sighing like you couldn't wait. Mirroring your desperation, Seokmin slowly pushed himself into you, slipping in with a satisfying ease, bottoming out with a groan. Your nails raked his bare back, struggling to ground yourself as he filled that emptiness in you oh so well.

"Move." You moaned, adding a please at the end as though he wouldn't happily bury himself in you again and again. Though he needed a minute. He needed to memorise the feeling of you so warm and tight around him. Fuck you were a dream.

When you whimpered his name again he finally started moving, pulling back a little and pushing himself all the way in again and again. You slid your hands up, hooking them onto his shoulders, feeling every bit of him inside you, walls throbbing with every drag against it. It took everything in Seokmin to not empty himself entirely in you when you clenched around him, slowly approaching your high.

"A little longer." He pleaded. He didn't want this to end yet. "Hang in there a little longer for me beautiful. Come with me."

Then maybe he should have shut his mouth. His words had your heart racing as you felt that familiar build up in you, the one that has your toes curling. Seokmin knew you were going to come soon with the way your kept fluttering around him, squeezing and releasing him in a way that was testing his sanity.

"Shit." He muttered, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pulling your leg, guiding it towards his waist, making you wrap both of them around him, his length reaching spots you didn't even know were possible. It only took a few more strokes of increasing speed before you felt that knot tightening in you rapidly unravel, pushing wave after wave of please coursing through your body, literally blinding you for a minute there.

By the time you regained your composure Seokmin was still in the same position, buried deep inside you, his breath softly caressing the skin of your neck, face hidden from you. You slowly ran your hands up and down his back, letting him know you were okay. In fact you were better than okay, something told you if he fucked you a little longer you would fall apart around him all over again.

"Go on." You tightened your legs around his waist, feeling how he was still so painfully hard inside you. "Do it Seokmin, come inside me."

To your surprise, you felt him sigh, as he attempted to pull out but remained unsuccessful given the way you had locked him against you.

"What's wrong?" You could feel your heart thump in your chest at his uncertainty.

"Can I be honest with you?"

Oh no. "Of course."

Please don't end this.

"I....."

Please don't say you don't want this.

"I don't want you to get pregnant again."

The way you immediately let him go makes him quickly pull up, his eyes meeting yours which look devastated. Was all he wanted just sex?

"Yet!" He added hurriedly, panicking at your misinterpretation. "I don't want you to get pregnant again yet. Not that I don't want to have another child with you, God no, there's nothing I want more, just....." He gulped looking away. "Not yet."

His words don't offer you much comfort.

"Why not?" You whispered, terrified of where this conversation was going. "I thought we both thought the timing was right...."

"It is. Its absolutely right. It makes absolute sense. It's just..." Did us making this future together not make sense? "I don't know what this is going to make you think of me but I can't keep pretending anymore. It's going to sound incredibly selfish of me but...."

Please please please don't say you don't want me anymore.

"I want you." You looked at him surprised. "I want you entirely. I don't want you to just be the mother of my children, I want you to be my woman. Mine." He sighed, refusing to meet your eye, terrified to learn what you think of him. "If you get pregnant now, it'll be another few months of dealing with the pregnancy, then the baby and I love the thought of that, god I really do, but a part of me just wants you to myself for a while. To have you as my wife, as a partner, to make love to you again and again and-"

"Wait." You stopped him, unable to take the weight of his words. Did this mean he.... "Look at me." You held his face in both your hands, forcing him to meet your eyes. God, if only you both had just a little more courage, this could've happened years ago. But clearly, it was still not too late.

"Seokmin."

"Hmm."

"I love you."

Your husband's eyes widened with a whole range of emotions. "Y-you do?"

"Fuck Seokmin, I love you so much. I've been in love with you for so long. How could I not? There's not a thing about you that doesn't make my soul crave for you. I just thought I was a burden, a responsibility you had no choice but to fulfill-"

"No choice?" Seokmin looked at you incredulously. "You are who I would pick over and over and over again, till my last breath, God I love you so much it drives me insane-"

Before he can say anything more you pulled him down into what you realised was your first ever kiss, and he immediately kissed you back, like he wanted this more than he needed to breathe. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer like you couldn't bear to part from him as his hands found your waist, pressing you against him. You didn't want to stop, neither did he, until he pulled away, burying his face in your neck, holding you in a tight hug, one that felt so complete and made you realise how perfectly they two of you fit against each other. And that this entire time Seokmin was still inside you, waiting to finish. As you involuntary clenched around him, Seokmin groaned in your ear.

"Lie on your back."

He pulled back at your words, raising an eyebrow. You gently pushed him off you, his back hitting the mattress.

"Off." You patted his pants, and he quickly lifted hips and kicked it off just before you swung your legs around his waist, straddling him. Seokmin let out a low whistle, slightly smiling at the sight of you above him. You ran your hands down his pecs to his abs as he tucked an arm under his head, watching you.

"Hey."

You hummed in response, tilting your head at him.

"I love you." He looked at you earnestly. "I really really do."

"I love you too." You confessed again, leaning down to drop him a quick kiss, your hand wrapping around his length. "But right now, let me make you come big boy."

Seokmin somehow felt himself get more hard, if that was even possible, as you pumped his length in your hand a few times before raising yourself and aligning it against your entrance, slowly sinking down on it. As your mouth dropped open in a silent sigh feeling him fill both your body and your heart, Seokmin moaned, his free hand running up your thigh. Rocking your hips, slowly readjusting to his thickness, you threw your head back, baring your neck in a way that made Seokmin's mouth water. As he tried to bring his hand up to strip you of your shirt, you beat him to it, slowly unbuttoning it and sliding it off your shoulders, allowing Seokmin to sit up and wrap his mouth around your breast. You ran your hand up the nape of his neck, relishing the way his tongue swirled around your nipple, wondering how in the world the two of you managed to keep your hands off each other all these years. You didn't think you could do more than a while without this man's touch from now. Pulling him from you, you pushed him back once more, holding onto his shoulders for support as you began moving your hips up and down his length. Seokmin cursed under his breath as he gripped the flesh of your ass, guiding your movements. Honestly, he didn't even need you to ride him to finish, just the look on your face, the perfect combination of love and lust, flushed red, slightly shining with sweat, fuck that was enough for him. He held on for as long as he could, hating the idea of not being in you anymore, but when you bit your lower lip, eyes hooded, he couldn't stop himself anymore.

"Fuck, I'm coming."

To his surprise you immediately pulled yourself off him, stroking his dick in your hand, as he finally lost it, his cum splaying all over his abs and your stomach. He looked at you eyebrows raised as you, collected his cum with a finger and slipped it your mouth.

"Do not." Seokmin groaned at the sight. "Don't make me go again, I might just break you."

You laughed, dropping into the space beside him as he put his arm around you, pulling you closer.

"Why though? Wasn't all this for baby number two?"

"Yeah well, I don't think any of what we did was part of traditional baby making."

Seokmin laughed. "You're not wrong there but what about the plan then..."

"I think we can give ourselves some time before we execute our perfect life plan." You cupped his cheek. "Besides, I think everything is perfect already with you by my side."

You had no idea how long the two of made out after that, simply entangled with each other. Maybe it was until you both realised how desperately you needed to shower (though you continued to kiss and giggle under the water.) You only stopped when you stepped out and heard a soft whimpering in the baby monitor, prompting you to quickly get dressed and rush to Aera's room, Seokmin following behind.

He stood, leaning against the door as he watched you lift her into your arms and holding her against your chest.

"Why won't your daughter sleep Mr. Lee?"

"Again, I think she's taken after you Ms.L/n."

"It's Mrs. Lee." You corrected, making him smile.

As he watched you put your child to sleep, be didn't think he could love you any more. Little did he know, in a little over 9 months, mini Seokmin would make his way into this world, and Seokmin loved you more than ever.

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Volunteer | Aaron Hotchner x Reader

My Fanfic Masterlist | Multifandom

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Reader: no use of YN, reader is a doctor, no precise description of gender or physique of reader.

Summary: You were a volunteer for the soccer team Aaron Hotchner coaches. When you decide to bite the bullet and ask the man out, he rejects you in what you felt was a humiliating manner. As you're trying to get used to your new life without seeing Hotch every week, you get called to help with a hostage situation as they need a doctor on site. The BAU is there.

NOTE: The summary is awful but I had no idea what to say without making spoilers.

Content Warning: hurt/comfort, hostage situation, inaccurate medical procedures, inaccurate baby delivery situation, explicit labor, medical complications, and lots of blood. Again, highly inaccurate, don't come at me with your medical degrees, I'm a historian, not a doctor.

Words: 6695

Rating: Explicit (Look CW)

Volunteer | Oneshot

Soccer had always been an easy sport to introduce to children in the US, that's why Haley Hotchner played with her son at any given time since he was three. Spending his fourth birthday in hiding was tough for them and Aaron could see that. When Jack kept watching the same tape repeatedly, Aaron decided to sign his son into a soccer team.

Belonging to a team gave Jack another social group away from school and an understanding of teamwork and camaraderie. It was also the perfect excuse for Aaron to keep his phone away and focus solely on his son on the weekends. Naming it an excuse might seem inappropriate, but for Aaron, having a semi-structured schedule to drive his free time helped him to push the work aside, avoiding hyper-focusing on the paperwork he took from the bureau. His implication with the team drove the other parents to ask him to coach the team, a proposition that he accepted with the assistance of his best friend, David Rossi.

Things were fine overall.

Then you showed up one weekend with Jessica who introduced you as the volunteer who was going to take care of the children's health. Aaron did his best to control his microexpressions but the sparkling look Jessica gave him behind your back spoke volumes to him.

When Jessica Brooks told you about the infant soccer league you looked at her with an arched eyebrow. You've finally graduated from med school and work as a doctor in the ER of a hospital. After three years there, it felt like your own home and the staff you worked with were your family. Jessica had become a new addition to the hospital's cafeteria, and she was so approachable and extroverted that it was easy for her to bond with the other members of the personnel.

Of course, you knew about the tragedy that hit her family when her sister was murdered leaving a child behind, and you've met Jack on several occasions. Yet, you were unable to pin down the moment, the insinuation, or the interaction that made Jessica corner you at the end of your shift to ask you if you'd be interested in volunteering your medical abilities for her nephew's soccer team.

"It's mostly scratches or sprained ankles at its worse," she insisted. "A little bird had told me you ought to socialize away from the hospital. It will be great for you!"

"Jessica…"

"Listen, Jack's dad has accepted to be the team's coach, and although I know that it has been a ruse of the soccer moms to ogle him every Sunday morning, he's going to take it seriously. Not like, he's going to be focused on winning every single match. They don't even keep scores for that age group. What I mean is that Aaron is going to concentrate on making it fun for the children, but also safe, and his medical knowledge is limited."

"You just said it's mostly scratches and sprained ankles. You don't need a doctor for that."

"Come on!! It'll be fun!!"

"Are you trying to set me up with him or something?"

Jessica scoffed, "He's way too old for you. I highly doubt you find him anything else than stern and intimidating. However, there are younger single parents. All I'm saying is that you should spend time with people away from these walls."

You cave in, as might be expected.

Aaron Hotcher was stern and pretty much intimidating, but he was also an absolutely cute little thing with the kids, sexy, and interesting. His assistant, David Rossi, was approachable and found a way to involve you in his conversations with Hotchner.

You were eager to please as a volunteer. You were very nice to the children, who seemed to attach to you almost immediately, and the parents soon rooted for you when they knew you were a medical doctor. Your awkward smile when one of the parents told you about the weird rash that had appeared on his rear made Aaron giggle inside.

From the point of view of a profiler, he could tell you had terrible social skills that you tried very hard to overcome and improve. You were more comfortable with children than with adults, maybe because you've been hurt in the past, you may have some trust issues and second guess yourself often in social situations but never in your work. He was unable to see the classic narcissism noticeable in surgeons, instead, you had a compulsive professionalism while being warm and caring. Aaron also saw some nerdiness and geekiness in you that made his heart melt without permission.

"To think that I brushed her off when she asked me if I was trying to set her up…" Jessica's voice pulled him out of his analysis.

"Is this a setup?"

"God, no. Not an intentional one, at least. I was not expecting you two to check each other out like that."

"I did not check her out."

"Aaron, it's me. I may not be a profiler, but I know your looks. You like her already and I know that as you get to know her better, you're going to like her more and more."

"It won't happen."

"Tell yourself that."

And he did. He told himself that along with other things but when he caught your eyes lingering on him when you thought he wasn't looking he felt a boost of self-esteem. Talking to you was a treat he rarely indulged himself with. The worst thing he thought he could do was to lead you on to think he felt the same because then he would lose the restraint that prevented him from falling in love again. It was too soon. You were too young. The 'what if' list got longer and longer as months passed.

That's how, after a few months you ended up crushing hard on that man that Jessica assured you was too old for you. Oh, boy, you didn't care. After the practices and matches, you stayed with Hotch to clear the place of the things you'd used with Jack's playful help, and that's what drew you closer. You found his deadpan jokes hilarious. You lived for his small smirks or full-on laughs, the tiny movements his eyebrows made when he found something amusing, the light in his dark eyes when he looked at his son laughing about what you'd said or done. Being of assistance was your main goal for the weekends and your supervisor in the ER was more than glad to fix your schedule so you could have those moments for the soccer team.

At some point, you inevitably thought of yourself as a needy puppy when you found yourself being always the first to comply with any of Hotch's requests. Due to the lack of major injuries (or injuries in any way or form), you didn't have much to do with the team, therefore you ran errands like buying snacks, or bringing gallons of water… To be honest you would've driven all the way to San Francisco if Hotch and Dave had asked you to. It was embarrassing.

Now that you were facing a pissed-off Aaron Hotchner, you were regretting accepting Jessica's push six months ago.

Mulling over your feelings for the past few weeks, you've decided to approach him and ask him out on a date. Just some coffee, really, nothing fancy. He frowned; his eyes ran through you seeing things you were fighting to hide. Little did you know that Aaron felt at the edge of an abyss.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Aaron tersely told you, and when your eyes wandered between his looking for a longer explanation, his panic clouded his mind, and he must admit was gratuitously rude to you. "With my work consisting in profiling people, do you actually believe that your behavior had been unnoticed? I've tried to put some distance between us to avoid confusing you and apparently, it hadn't worked. I don't intend to be mean, but if your sole motivation to volunteer here is to spend time with me or look at me, I think it'll be better for all of us if you stopped coming here. We don't need a doctor, anyway. The most you've done has been cleaning Travis' wound when he fell on top of a tiny rock and his hand started bleeding.

"I am sure that you are great in your work," he slowly assured you, "but we don't need your skills here. I'm doing this to spend quality time with my son, and I cannot enjoy it if my attention is on your stalking behavior."

"Stalking?" You whispered confused.

"It's not the appropriate word. I'm sorry. Just… This is a safe space for the kids to have fun, and we, parents, are here because of that. You have no connection with any of them, not the children and not the adults."

You press your lips to avoid pouting. The last thing you wanted was to break in front of him after that awful humiliation. Handing him the cones you'd collected, you had nothing else to do there, and knowing just how unwanted your presence was prevented you from saying goodbye to Rossi and Jack as you usually did.

Aaron's grip on the cones hurt his hands as he followed you with his eyes, a storm breaking in his chest. When instead of going towards Dave and Jack you kept walking out of the field, the old profiler looked at him across the field with concerned eyes. He bowed his head in shame.

Hiding from Jessica at work was easy for you, at least for the first few days after the humiliation, but on Wednesday, you decided to bite the bullet and face her. After sharing some pleasantries, you smiled sadly at her before telling her what you actually wanted to say.

"I don't know if Hotch has told you, but I asked him out for a coffee. He rejected me, of course," you laughed self-depreciatingly. "Um… I'm going to quit volunteering on the soccer team. Could you make sure he understands it is because I cannot face him after how he did it, and not because I'm unable to stop stalking him?"

"He said you were stalking him?"

"Not exactly. He said I had stalking behavior, apparently. I didn't notice. I– I've been fighting very hard to act normal around him. I promise that if he had just rejected my advances I would've kept my volunteering. I mean, it would've been awkward but I really do enjoy being out there. He made it pretty clear that I've been making him uncomfortable, and that's something I can't gut. Um… So, yeah, that's that."

Hotchner did not have it that easy to hide from his sister-in-law. Jessica narrowed her eyes at him when he came back home from a long work trip in Texas. As he asked about Jack, worried that her sour mood had to do with something regarding his son, she sighed crossing her arms.

"You told her you felt stalked? Really?"

Understanding washed over him.

"I might've misused the word," Aaron took accountability for his mistake.

"I cannot believe you can be so dumb! Aaron, she likes you! And you like her too, don't try to lie to me."

"She's too young and–"

"You're scared. That is normal, but listen to me, you deserve to be happy again. I'm pretty sure that a doctor will understand your crazy schedule better than anyone else. Why are you doing this to yourself?"

"It's done. Forget about it."

Pressing her hands against her eyes, Jess tried to calm down her anger. "Fine. I'm going to leave you alone, just one thing, Aaron, you've hurt her pretty badly and if you don't fix your mistake soon, you're going to miss your opportunity. She's a nice person, and she deserves better than to be humiliated that way."

"It wasn't my intention."

"Just because there was no ill intention in your behavior, does not mean that you're innocent of the damage you've caused." Gathering her things, she headed out the door. "Oh, and by the way, she asked me to tell you that she won't be volunteering for the team anymore. Not because she's unable to stop stalking you, but because the way you're rejected her made her believe that her presence is unwelcome and makes you uncomfortable, so… Well done."

Aaron did not give much thought to that until the weekend rolled over and you weren't there. While the parents and guardians were concerned about your well-being, the children stubbornly refused to start without you on the field because in their minds you were an essential part of the team, just as the coach was. Dave caught him lost in his mind more than once, but he never said anything out loud.

Three weeks after leaving the soccer team you were still surprised at how much you missed it. Weaver gave you all the hours you asked for to work on the weekends in order to fill your mind with work instead of daydreaming about how much fun the kids must've been having. Jessica told you once that Travis had scratched his knees but refused treatment even from his dad as he cried calling for you. That touched your broken heart; knowing that the little ones appreciated your presence even if it was irrelevant meant so much to you.

That Sunday you'd been working since Saturday morning treating everything from mild intoxication to hardcore injuries. Adrenaline was still pumping in your veins as you tore the yellow gown off to deposit it in the bin with the gloves you just used on the car-crash patient that Coleen was taking to the OR. Cracking your neck, you grabbed your white coat from where you'd dropped it to attend to the emergency. Slipping it on top of your scrubs (a patient had vomited on you during the night which forced you to change clothes) you approached the admission desk.

"Got something for me, Jerry?"

"Take your pick," he pointed to the row of histories.

"That's not fair! How is it I cannot pick?" said a petulant voice next to you.

"Because you're a student, Natalie. Here, take this. Seems the patient needs sutures."

"That's all I'm doing. Sutures, sutures, sutures," she mumbled as she went to gather the patient.

That's when a known figure caught your eye in the waiting room. Frowning, you looked at the histories, finding two familiar names. With the documents in your arms, you cross the waiting room towards them.

David Rossi was nursing his injured arm against his chest, standing next to Aaron and Jack, who were seating in the waiting room. He saw you at the admissions desk looking through the histories before taking two of them and walking straight towards him. That's when he knew it had been a good idea to make Aaron drive them to this concrete hospital. Aaron's eyes were locked on his son's injury, therefore he tensed slightly when he heard your voice after so long.

"Why, good morning, Jack," you cheerfully greet the young child that's sitting in his father's lap, who was pressing a towel against his son's head. "Didn't you have a match today?"

"I got hurt," the boy pouted although you could see he was enduring the pain.

"Why won't you come with me? Come with us, Dave," the man nodded with a glint in his eyes.

You haven't even glanced at Aaron's face, afraid that you may compromise your patient's needs by remembering the humiliating rejection you've suffered.

When he gathered the courage to look at you, his heart clenched in need as, for the first time since he'd known you, your beautiful eyes never landed on him. Not even once.

With Jack seated on a bed in the ER, you removed the towel finding a small wound surrounded by dry blood. It was puffy and bluish. Rossi explained that Jack had passed out while on the field and he had launched to get him, failing, and hurting his wrist on the landing.

"Very well, Jack, I'm going to ask you to do something for me," you said putting your penlight away after looking at the response in his eyes. "I want you to touch your nose with your fingertips, then pull the arms as far away as you can, and touch your nose again," you demonstrated what you wanted and the boy did it without trouble. "Well done. Now follow my finger without moving your head. That's right… Very good, Jack. Give me your hands. Grab mine as hard as you can. Good. Now," you put your hands on top of his feet, "try to push my hands up. As hard as you can. There you go. Okay.

"I'll listen to your heart now." After that and checking his reflexes, you sat on a small stool by the bed and asked him a few questions to evaluate his mental state. He was shy at first, but then he started babbling coherently, which was a good sign. "Jack, did you feel bad before the match?"

The boy looked at his dad and at Rossi, "No."

"I might not be a profiler, but that seems like a lie to me. Do you want to try again?"

"I– I had a tummyache."

"When you went to the bathroom, was your poop very liquid?"

"Yeah…"

"You didn't tell your dad?" Jack shook his head, regretting it immediately. "Why not, sweetheart?"

"I want to spend time with him, but if he's the coach and I can't play, then I have to go with Aunt Jess or look from the sidelines. That's not fun."

"Perfectly understandable. Does your tummy hurt still? No? When was the last time you ate something?"

Opening the history, you scrabble and check several squares before facing Aaron Hotchner for the first time, pulling your most professional façade on. He was waiting, observing every single move with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I don't see any symptoms of concussion. Jack doesn't even react badly to the light when pointed directly at his eyes. I believe that he's caught the stomach bug that's been running among children for the last few weeks and he's dehydrated due to the diarrhea.

"I'm going to run some blood tests, just to be certain. Although the headwound is superficial I'm aware that you'll feel better if we take some X-rays. I'll give him some fluids, clean the wound, and he'll be free to go if the tests come back clear.

"Once at home, lots of liquids. Water, Gatorade… Bland food, the usual. Keep him awake at least until his bedtime, that way you'll be aware of something bad happening. It's not going to happen anything bad, though."

He nodded, unable to find his voice after feeling the way your eyes stabbed him. Aaron Hotchner made a life out of analyzing people and he could see how hard you were trying to stand composed in front of him, to hide how strongly he had hurt you.

"Now you, Dave," you palped his wrist and scrunched your nose. "It's not broken. I think it's dislocated. I'm going to send you to X-rays with Jack, that way you keep each other company, and we'll see what's the situation with your wrist before trying to put it in place. Any questions? None? Good. Haleh," you called the nurse, "blood tests and fluids for the little man. A round of X-rays for both of them."

"On it."

"Need some help!!" Carter yelled while running towards the entrance of the emergency where an ambulance was dropping an injured and bloody patient.

"I'll be back when the X-rays are done," you promised the three men before running for the second ambulance. "What do we have?"

As the paramedic was explaining the patient's situation, she started to code which made you copy one of Carter's most dramatic moves and jump on top of the gurney to start compressions as the paramedics kept pushing it toward box two.

"That's really cool," Jack whispered mesmerized by the display of action. Aaron caressed his son's head with love.

Time went by, busy as always in the ER so your hands were full with both complicated and easy cases. Rossi, Aaron, and Jack spent the time waiting for the X-rays before waiting in the ER again; it didn't annoy them much, and they understood how it worked. Overall, they were all aware that they would still be waiting for their turn if you hadn't been working that day and saw them in the waiting room.

You were exhausted when you saw the three men again. Haleh handed you the X-ray complaining about how rude the technicians were when overloaded with work. Greeting them again, you put Jack's rays on a light panel close by.

"Look, Jack. This is your head. Can you see these circles? Those are your eyes. Now, this is the side where you had hit your head. There's no trace of damage in the bone," you looked at Hotch to make your message clear. "I can see that the fluids bag is almost empty. That's a good sign. Blood tests came back clear as well. Jack is fine. As I said before, liquids and bland food until the stomach bug is over.

"Let's see Dave's hand now…" You changed the rays. Rossi's wrist had been dislocated, as you thought.

Getting ready the needed stuff for the cast before placing the wrist in place, you explained everything to Jack who watched your moves like a hawk. Using Rossi's distraction, you pull his hand, putting his bones in place. It hurt him, and he cursed under his breath so you gifted him with your most innocent smile.

"You need the cast to avoid hurting your wrist more. Be more careful, David."

"As you say, Doc."

Carter's voice calling for you prevented you from pointing out his age. You turned to see him pointing to the board. Right, your shift must've been over three hours ago. Thumbs up you wink at him before turning your attention to your patients once again.

"I'm going to put you in the cast while Jack's bag completely empties, and then you guys can leave. Sounds good?"

"Who is that?" Jack asked.

"Doctor Carter," you simply say, focusing on the cast.

"Is he your boyfriend?" the child insisted. Aaron tensed with his son's boldness.

"Nope."

"Jack, it's not nice to ask those questions," Hotch reprimanded, making him pout.

"I just want to understand why she's not coming anymore." That admission stabbed him right in the heart.

"I'm not coming because you don't need me, Jack," you smiled at him. Another stab clenched Hotch's chest, he'd told you that.

"But we want you there!! It's not the same without you."

"That's very sweet, but it doesn't change the situation. This is done. Haleh will take that out of you, Jack. Be good," you pointed to both of your patients, ignoring Aaron once again.

Leaving them behind, you approached the admission counter to fix the paperwork when Carter cornered you with his cheeky expression and half smile. You rolled your eyes, putting your arms up in surrender.

"Fine. Fine. I'm leaving. See? This is me leaving."

"You better get out of my ER before another ambulance comes by."

"Meany."

"Out."

Rossi hummed watching the interaction just as Aaron's jaw set in distaste. "Is that jealousy or envy?"

"Not now, Dave."

It didn't take you too long to get ready to leave the hospital, and just at the moment you were crossing the doors you saw an ambulance come to a halt. Standing on the tip of your toes, you try to take a good look at the patient but Carter gave you 'the look' and you gave up. You just wanted to keep yourself busy. It was lunchtime and although you wanted to eat, you didn't want to do it all alone in your small apartment.

Walking towards the bus stop, you pulled out your phone thinking about ordering from the Indian restaurant close to your place and picked it up on your way. With a sigh, you decided you were not that hungry anyway.

Once in their home after that long morning in the ER, Aaron tried to pry the real feelings from his son, who openly told him that yes, he missed you and that he thought that you two were going to date in the future.

"You smile way more when she's on the team, Daddy," he had told him.

His resolution was clear, he was going to confront you, take accountability for his mistake, and beg you for a chance. Work prevented him from doing it right away.

You didn't hear from the Hotchner men or David Rossi for the next few days, which you anticipated, but when Saturday rolled up you found yourself in an ambulance next to Doctor Carter and Nurse Patton running to attend a hostage situation.

The place is a grocery store. Hostages are pressed against its windows to prevent the shooters from having a visual of the suspect. There's a control area with local agents and the FBI, and as you're led there by an officer, you locked eyes with Aaron Hotchner. He seemed composed and focused, but the moment he saw you his frown deepened and his skin ashen.

The three of you were introduced to the agents and you let Carter take control of the situation. He's older than you, your superior, and he had proved his leadership countless times in the hospital.

"The unsub is desperate. He is a father who's seen his world crumbling in the last few months as social services threatened to take his children from him," Rossi explained to all of you.

"He's compassionate with other people but he won't hesitate to kill in order to keep the custody of his children. He has asked for a medical team as there's a wounded hostage and a pregnant woman in terrible pain," the agent introduced as Emily Prentiss continued.

"He is reckless. He's cornered and that makes him dangerous. Under no circumstance try to approach him, antagonize him, or contradict him. Understand? He's volatile at this point and if he believes that you are the enemy, he will kill you on the spot." Although Hotchner's words were meant for the three of you, his eyes never left you for too long.

"Is there any plan?" Carter asked.

"He'll be distracted with you there. You just have to focus on doing your job. There's a CCTV system with video and audio that still work. We have eyes and ears on you."

"Fair enough. Patton, when we get in, you and I will attend to the wounded. You," Carter pointed at you, "go to the pregnant and check on the baby."

"Understood."

"Let's get you inside."

Following Agent Morgan to the end of the perimeter your heart quickened its beating rate pumping your blood faster through your veins boosted by the adrenaline raising in your system. The unsub, as the FBI called him, ordered the bunch of you to show that you weren't armed before allowing you to enter.

The man, in his late fifties but athletic, was sweating profusely. His eyes never focused on a spot for too long. His hands were running through his hair, drying his face, fidgeting anxiously. Saying that he was unstable was a huge misunderstanding. When Carter asked for his name, the man mumbled Eli almost unconsciously before cursing and aiming at the doctor with his gun claiming that they weren't there to talk to him.

Carter calmly explained his plan of action to Eli before proceeding. Patton and Carter found the wounded victim bleeding in abundance from a bullet wound in his thigh. As they worked fast and efficiently on it, Eli hovered over them with guilt written all over his face. The man kept promising that it had been an accident, that the gun had shot itself because the victim kept talking and talking. Carter deemed the wound not life-threatening itself as it hadn't pierced the artery; however, Eli wasn't sure how long it had been since the man was bleeding, which made the situation delicate still.

Meanwhile, you've approached the pregnant woman asking for her name with a soft calming smile on your face. Patty was focused enough to tell you that this was her first pregnancy, that she had gone to the grocery store craving pickles and peanut butter, and that she was in huge pain that had increased in the last few minutes. Putting on some gloves, you informed her that she needed a pelvic exam to see if everything was alright, but you started the exploration by touching her belly and auscultating both her chest and her belly in order to find a trace of the baby's heartbeat if possible. After that, you pulled up her dress finding a concerning hemorrhage.

"Alright, Patty. Can you tell me how often it hurts?" You removed her bloody underwear before proceeding to the exam and… "You're in labor."

"No. No. No. There's no way. It's early still. It's early."

"That makes your baby a bit impatient," you joked kindly.

The most important thing was that Patty remained as calm as possible, which wasn't much. After noticing how dilated she was, you found the baby's head ready to start its journey into the world. Then you palpated it. The umbilical cord was surrounding the baby's neck. As Patty started to scream you could feel the baby moving forward as she was pushing.

"No, Patty. Don't push."

"It hurts!"

"I know it does, but you can't push just yet. Mister Eli," you called for the unsub, "this woman is in labor and she needs a hospital."

"She's not leaving!!"

"I'm not making a suggestion, I'm stating a fact," you sternly answered piercing him with your determination. You weren't scared of him. "If this woman and her baby die here, it would be your fault."

Eli ran towards you pushing his gun to your forehead, you didn't even blink refusing to show weakness. "Then do your job."

"Oh, I'm going to. I'm not a miracle worker, though. And I need help."

Outside, in the control center, Aaron was losing his cool. On the inside, of course, he rarely broadcasts his emotions. Dave knew him well enough to put his castless hand on top of his friend's crossed arms to give him support.

"She's strong," whether it was a statement or a reminder, they didn't know.

The fact that you weren't cowering under Eli's aggressive behavior broke his resolve allowing two of the hostages on the windows to help you. One of them volunteered because she was a med student; she had been helping the wounded man before the arrival of the ambulance. You asked her to monitor Patty as the other volunteer helped you handing you whatever you needed at the moment.

Trying to calm down Patty, you winked at her as if saying that her condition wasn't as grave as you'd told the unsub. Focusing your senses on your hands, you tried to remove the umbilical cord from the baby's neck without hurting it or the mother. It took some time and deep breaths but in the end, you were able to move it around freeing the neck. Patty was close to collapse, sweaty and exhausted. You asked her to push with every contraction. Head out. Another push and there came the shoulders. Another big one and the baby was limp between your hands, blue and unresponsive. Clamping the cord, you cut it before depositing the infant on top of a bunch of towels the volunteer had gathered from the end of the store for you. You start the baby's reanimation.

"She's passed out," the med student told you anxiously.

Without stopping your compressions you saw Patty unconscious, bleeding way too much.

"Carter!!"

"I'm not done yet," he shot you a look across the place.

"Fuck… She hasn't expulsed the placenta yet, Carter."

"She has to go to a hospital," Carter spat to Eli.

"No one is leaving until they gave me my children back!!"

The newborn made a complaining sound before starting to cry. Taking a deep breath, you auscultated her to make sure that everything was fine. You wrapped her on the towels and handled her to the volunteer with the order of keeping her warm and to make sure that if she stopped breathing at any moment, you were called.

Turning your attention to Patty there wasn't much you could do at the moment. Her heart rate was decreasing, and she kept losing blood. There was a hospital a mile away, she could make it and they would be able to help her before it was too late.

"Under no circumstance try to approach him, antagonize him, or contradict him," Hotchner's words danced in your head as you got up from the floor peeling the damp gloves.

Fuck it.

"Are you happy now?" You spat at Eli. Carter's patient was receiving CPR uselessly.

"Don't move," Eli pointed his gun at you.

"You know? The officers out there told us that you were a compassionate man. That you just wanted your children back. I thought I could understand you then, you were just a father loving his children and wanting to be with them."

"Exactly!! I'm–"

"You're not," you calmly cut his outburst shocking him. "You're a disgusting piece of garbage. Did social services take your children? Well, if you behave out there just as half as you did here I'm surprised they didn't take them sooner."

"Shut up!!"

There was a commotion outside when Aaron grabbed his gun and headed towards the perimeter, Morgan and Rossi caught him before he could even take a step away from them. Dave took the gun out of his grip.

"What's wrong with you?" Morgan demanded.

"She's going to get herself killed!"

"I know this is tricky for you, but you can't just break protocol, Aaron."

"Dave, she's inside and–"

"She's giving us an opening," Reid's absent voice ran through them. "Look, he's so focused on her and their argument that we can approach the store and take him without him noticing."

After a moment of studying the situation, Hotch took his gun again and nodded. "Let's get ready."

They put on the earpieces that kept reproducing the conversation that was taking place inside the store in order to give them the correct tempo.

"Look at what you've done," you pressed. Your voice was low and stern, completely calm as you kept approaching him cornering him against the counter of the store without him noticing. "A woman that still had time to become a mother, is now dying on the floor because of you. A man is dead because of you."

"It was an accident. I– The gun–"

"They could've lived if you had left them to leave to a hospital. Compassionate, they said," you snorted in mockery. "You're just a selfish bastard that would kill his own children if they disobeyed."

"That's not true!! Not true. I never touched them. I– I'm a good man."

"You're a murderer. Funny thing how you assumed your children aren't here yet because the police won't take them, but you know the truth, don't you? They don't want to have anything to do with you."

"No!"

"They know what you are and they don't want to be with you."

It was fast. One second Eli was an anxious and sweaty mess moving from side to side with unfocussed attention, and the next he was ready to shoot you between the eyes. However, your change was just as fast. One second you were approaching him slowly, and the next you hit him in the face with your elbow in a perfect move. Eli lost his balance falling face-first to the floor. You kicked the gun away before he grabbed you, pulling you underneath him. He punched you in the face before Carter hooked his head with his arm tearing him away from you. The door burst open and the FBI took Eli away.

In the mess that was taking the unsub away from the store, checking on all the hostages, and guiding the EMT to the injured, Aaron was unable to take a proper look at you which made him feel antsy.

With Patty and her baby in an ambulance and all the hostages safe, except for the wounded man that had perished, Hotchner approached you. His stern demeanor hardened his set jaw and frowning brow.

"We had video and audio from the inside. What you did was reckless. What were you thinking? Did you not pay any attention to what I had to say before you got in? Eli Marsh could've–"

"I did my job, Agent Hotchner. I'm a doctor and my job is to help people in need. My patient was losing blood and she needed a hospital, so I got her out of there. I'd do it again if needed."

Before he could say something else, Rossi called for you to make your statement.

Aaron saw you leaving with steady feet and felt his chest puff with pride at how brave you'd been. Dave's look in the distance made him take a deep breath and handle the situation as the Unit Chief he was; he needed to clear his mind.

Back at the office, the team dispersed to complete their paperwork. He had no idea how long he'd been surrounded by papers to fulfill, but as he was writing his statement, his mind wandered away, and the images of you confronting and insulting a volatile unsub with such a strong stance and calm tone assaulted him.

A soft know in his office door pulled him away from that helpless memory. David Rossi observed him with those profiler eyes.

"Yes?"

"Stop being this stupid, Aaron. Go to her."

"I'm not done."

"There's no rush. Plus, Morgan and I will take care of all the paperwork that doesn't need your direct participation."

Looking out of his window to the bullpen he saw his whole team looking back at him. They all knew.

"Go." His friend insisted.

Despite the dangerous situation and nerve-wracking job, you had to perform that day, you went back to your hospital to check in with your bosses. Weaver gave you, Carter, and Patton the rest of the day off as well as the day after that. Patton left immediately, but Carter and you procrastinated for almost two hours in the staff room talking about the day.

When Carter decided he had energy enough to go home, he offered you a ride and you gratefully accepted. Heading out of the ER door, it took you a couple of glances to acknowledge that the silhouette you were seeing was actually there and not a side effect of the stressful day you'd had.

"Go ahead," you told Carter. He looked between the man and you as the distance shortened. He didn't seem pleased with leaving you alone but did it nonetheless. "Agent Hotchner," you greeted him. "Is there anything else I had to do with the case today?"

Shying away, Hotch fixed his tie, "This isn't an official visit. I just– Are you hungry?"

"That depends. Why are you asking?"

"I want to buy you dinner."

"Why?"

You weren't going to make it easy for him and when he noticed he smiled slightly. "Because I like you and I've been an asshole lately and today I– I was terrified when I saw you come down from the ambulance. I'm not ready to have you out of my sight."

"That sounds concerning."

"I'm sorry about what I said when you asked me out. I– I pushed you away because I wasn't sure about how long I could keep my distance. I wasn't fair and I know it. This doesn't have to lead to anything, but…"

"Nothing fancy, though."

Smiling more broadly, Aaron nodded. "Nothing fancy," he promised making a gesture towards his car.

The end.

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I know that Genderbending isn't a real thing anymore, but I thought it would be fun!

Tim is my favorite batbro, so I started with him.

I chose the name Dorothy since it has the same ending as Timothy and a similar meaning. Other favorites were Tiffany and Theodora.

(Timothy: Gods Honor

Dorothy: God's Gift

Tiffany: Manifestation of God

Theodora: God's Gift)

As for her story/Timeline, I decided to throw a few things from Canon and Fanon together.

Her first memory was of her going to the circus when she was 4. Her parents had just come home from a business trip and wanted to spend some quality time with her. There she met Fanny (Female Dick) and saw the incident that killed Fanny's Parents.

She spent a few years in therapy after that.

Her hyper fixation with Batman and Robin when she was 6 after one of her live-in Nanny told her about them saving her from a robbery.

She just wanted to thank them.

At 9 years old she realized that Batman and Robin were her neighbors Bruce Wayne and Franziska Grayson.

This realization also started her career as a Baby stalker.

(The only reason why she was able to sneak out every night was because she played the role of the good and gentle rule-following Daughter to her Caretakers.)

She was 13 when she blackmailed Bruce into taking her as Robin after Jennifer (female Jason) died and Fanny wouldn't come back to Gotham.

Their relationship was rocky and cold in the beginning till Live decided to fuck her over.

At age 14 she had been captured and tortured by the Joker for a few weeks, resulting in her becoming Joker jr for months.

She only snapped out of it after her mother died and her dad went into a coma.

Despite popular belief and the fact that they spent most of their time aboard, she was close to them.

Daily phone calls and the writing of letters were their way of communication.

The Titans Tower incident happened when she was 15. (Her time as Titan started with her time as Robin)

At age 16 Lilith (female Damian) appeared and Bruce died. She became Red Robin and went on a wild goose chase to bring him back.

She laid down the mantle of the red robin and became crow after accepting Lilith as her family member/as robin.

Now to her relationship with the batfam:

Alfred: doting grandad vs granddaughter who has no sense of time and keeps on forgetting to visit.

Bruce: she still sees him as her boss, whilst he is the most parental girl dad to her.

Fanny: still looks up to her despite the feeling of hurt she still feels about her actions. Fanny just loves her little sister a lot but doesn't know how to apologize.

Barbara; she was her first celebrity crush and still adores her. Barbara enjoys spending time with her and they bonded over the whole "Joker ruined my life" thing.

Jennifer: they are surprisingly good. Dorothy used to look up at her and saw her as "her Robin". Jennifer apologized and all but begged for forgiveness after she broke out of the Pit madness.

Stephanie: Exes turned best friends. Their dating was just a try to name the close relationship that they had.

Cass: they are platonic soulmates. Twins from different parents.

Dara (female Duke): She sees her as the little sister that she always wanted. Dara wants to study her /jk. They often talk about comics and video games.

Lilith: She pittys her after having to deal with the league herself and tries to help her. Lilith hates that but has some respect for her after she brought her father home.

#tim drake #timothy drake #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #babara gordon #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #batfam #batfamily #duke thomas #Genderbending #headcanon

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nox140497 · 5 months

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Being Colby Brocks Baby Sister Headcanons

Prompt: No.

Request: - Yes.

Summery/ Request: Can you do Colby Brock x adopted 13 year old sister reader (she is half South African and half Brazilian and has tan skin) with ADHD headcannons and has similar personality to Rory keaner from Mbav and Richie Tozier from IT 2017 and she's very very sassy and and when Colby is running after her when she runs away she runs faster than a cheetah and is hyper and can roast people + humbles people like how north west does to Kim K and when Colby or everyone yells at her for doing something she tries not to laugh and stays chill and calm and she's fearless and brave and when Colby and sam + his friends when they're at the haunted house and they tell her to do something embarrassing she does it + how his friends (sam,Tara,jake,Corey, johnnie and brennen) + Colby would react to her and think of her.

Pairings: Big brother Colby Brock x little sister reader

Author's Note: This didn't take as long as I thought it would. I'm not completely happy with how this one ended up, but here you go. Also, so I messed up a bit and can't find the original ask, and I can't remember who sent it, but here you go. Thank you for the request. I hope you like it

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Colby's always been the baby of the family.So when his parents decided to adopt a 13 year old girl, he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

But as soon as he met her, he knew she was going to bring a lot of energy and sass into their lives.

The girl's name was Y/N, and she was half South African and half Brazilian. She had tan skin, curly dark hair, and big brown eyes that were always filled with mischief.

Colby (and later his ftiends too) was very interested in learning about her heritage and all of the different traditions that went with it.

Y/N had been diagnosed with ADHD at a young age, and it was clear that she had a similar personality to both Rory Keaner from 'My Babysitter's a Vampire' and Richie Tozier from 'IT 2017'. She was sassy, hyper, and had a knack for roasting people with her quick wit. She was also quick to put you in your place if you were being stupid or mean.

She often used this to defend her new big brother from people who tried to bully him.

Y/N was fearless and brave, never afraid to speak her mind or try new things. And she was also incredibly fast. Whenever Colby tried to catch her when she ran away, she would sprint faster than a cheetah, always managing to stay one step ahead of him.

Once she started going on adventures with him and Sam he had to chase her down alot...

But despite her wild and energetic nature, Y/N had a kind heart and always humbled people with her words, just like North West does to her famous mother, Kim Kardashian.

Colby's friends were apprehensive about her at first, not really sure what to make of her.

Sam, I feel, would be the first to warm up to her. Also, he likes the fact that she causes Colby almost the same amount of chaos as what Colby causes him...

I feel like Jake would get along the best with her when he's warmed up to her. The reason for this is I think their hyper energies would just compliment one another, and they'd love paying pranks on each other and the others... Mostly Colby...

Tara loves her, too. She likes how honest and witty she is.

Johnnie gets along with Jake so I'm sure he'd get along with her as well.

Corey likes to play pranks on everyone with her. She comes up with the BEST prank ideas. She's also a pretty good dancer, so he likes to dance with her.

Brennen gets along with her. He thinks she can be a little childish sometimes, but hey, she's 13.

All in all they were all eventually rather taken with her. They loved her sassy attitude and her fearless nature. They were also impressed by her ability to stay calm and chill, even when someone was yelling at her for doing something mischievous.

Colby says he sometimes thinks that they like her better than they like him.

One day, Colby and Sam decided to go to a haunted house and take Y/N with them as well as taking a few other friends. Y/N, of course, was ecstatic about the idea and couldn't wait to explore the spooky place. As they walked through the dark corridors, their friends dared Y/N to do something embarrassing. Without hesitation, she accepted the challenge and did it with confidence and sass.

Colby and his friends couldn't help but laugh at Y/N's fearlessness and her ability to always stay true to herself. They admired her for being unapologetically herself and never letting anyone dull her shine.

Y/N had quickly become a beloved member of their group, and they couldn't imagine their lives without her.

As for Colby, he was grateful to have Y/N as his adopted sister. She had brought a whole new level of fun and excitement into his life, and he couldn't wait to see what adventures they would embark on together in the future.

Y/N was not only his sister but also his best friend, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

#colby brock x y/n #colby brock #sam and colby #xplr #colby brock x sister reader

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pedropascalsx · 2 years

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An Unexpected Confession {Marcus Pike x F! Reader}

Summary: Marcus Pike is dreading returning home for the holidays. Dreading the inevitable questions about his non-existent and frankly sad love life. But an unexpected confession from his best friends little sister changes things.

Info: Reader has no physical descriptions other than having hair please note that she as referred to Bunny - her childhood nickname - multiple times throughout the story.

Warnings: Legal age gap, fluff, Oral (Fem receiving), Some flirty texting, Phone sex, Masturbation (M&F), Unprotected sex, Creampie, Mentions of food, Eating, Little bit of controlling parentage, Mentions of terrible Hallmark movies and a VERY cheesy ending.

Word Count: 10,000+ (Yeah this one got away from me a little).

A/N: Marcus Pike might be my kryptonite. I absolutely struggled with this one. I love this character, I love canon Marcus and Fanfic Marcus and trying to do him justice and failing absolutely terrified me. This is the first time I've successfully finished writing a Marcus Pike fic and I really hope you all enjoy it.

Thank you to my gorgeous beta @wheresarizona for beta’ing and being so wonderfully supportive.

Thank you to @whataperfectwasteoftime @honestly-shite @theewokingdead and @ezrasbirdie for being so lovely and supportive and keeping me motivated.

He sat for a few minutes, rubbing his palms against his jean-clad thighs. The sound of his fellow passengers scrambling to get off the plane made him roll his eyes. Four days. Just four days at home. He could do this.

Before he knew it, he’d be back on the plane and ready to return to DC, he just needed to get Thanksgiving at home over and done with.

He stood slowly and pulled his backpack from the overhead compartment before swiftly exiting the plane and making his way into the airport and down to collect his rental car.

Four days at home with his parents and siblings, their partners, and their kids. It would be nice, he reasoned with himself, he hadn’t met his youngest brother's new baby yet, and it would be lovely to spend time with his newest niece.

He’d barely gotten into his rental when his phone began to ring, and he grinned at the name flashing up on his phone.

“You keeping tabs on me?” he chuckled into the phone as his best friend Mike instructed him to meet him at a bar instead of going straight to his parent's house.

“A beer sounds great,” Marcus says as he buckled his seatbelt, “Text me the address, and I’ll come straight over.”

The bar was new, sleek, and modern. It was situated in the same spot where Marcus’ parents took him shoe shopping for years as a child. It seemed that every time he returned home, more and more had changed and became even more unrecognizable.

“Pike!” He heard from the corner of the bar, and he couldn’t stop the huge grin from spreading across his face, “Get your ass over here.”

He quickly pulled his friend in for a hug and greeted a few others he hadn’t seen or spoken to in a while. Marcus took the time to catch up and chat quietly with each of them, and before he knew it, one beer had turned into several.

After a while, they had been joined by Mike's dad, who was thrilled to see Marcus again, and he’d suggested they take it back to his house for a few more beers and some takeout pizza. An idea that went down very well with all the guys.

It was dark by the time they made it back to the Anderson household. All cars were left in the bar parking lot as they scrambled into the back of a few cabs after coming to the sensible conclusion that they were all too drunk to drive.

Snuggled up in your bed, you heard the commotion downstairs and rolled your eyes. With your container of Chinese food comfortably nestled in your lap, and an oversized glass of wine in your hand, you giggled at what would most definitely be a messy evening downstairs and resumed your Netflix marathon.

Blissfully unaware that the man you’d harboured a massive crush on for years was having the time of his life in your kitchen - the man that had no clue that you were madly in love with him and still referred to you as your childhood nickname, Bunny.

The next morning rolled around quickly, you’d slept better than you had in weeks, and you quickly dove back into the same routine you’d lived for years.

The first few weeks were tougher than you’d imagined they’d be, returning home after graduating college. You’d studied Criminology and Criminal Justice at A&M University, and the only job offers you’d had so far were out of state, and your parents weren’t happy about you leaving Texas. You missed the freedom you had living in your own apartment and being able to come and go as you pleased.

But you knew you had the next few hours to yourself, the rest of the house still sleeping soundly, you climbed out of bed and made your way downstairs. Stomach rumbling with excitement for the pancakes you were about to indulge in.

Slipping into the kitchen, you switch the radio on before turning your attention to preparing the batter. Grabbing it all out of the pantry and placing it on the countertop. You took a large handful of chocolate chips and start to pop them into your mouth whilst beginning to measure out the ingredients.

The soft humming of the music pulls him from his slumber, his head pounding as a consequence of the countless beers he’d consumed the night before.

“Fuck,” he mumbles as he pulls himself upright, still dressed in the same clothes as the day before. He stands up and follows the music in his search for a much-needed glass of water.

He stumbles, almost choking on the air at what greets him in the kitchen.

You’re still leaning over the counter, measuring out some milk as he enters, the music drowning out his footsteps. He’s greeted by the sight of your barely covered ass, wiggling along to the music as your too-tight t-shirt continues to rise up over your hips.

His cock throbs in his pants at the sight of you, feeling himself growing harder and harder and having to pull at the front of his jeans to readjust himself. Guilt rises from the pit of his stomach as he realizes that he’s growing hard over his best friend's sister.

His best friend’s not-so- little sister.

You took a step back, and he clears his throat to announce his presence, the gasp that left your throat was much louder than you could have expected as you spun around to see Marcus standing awkwardly in the doorframe.

Your cheeks heat with embarrassment as you start apologizing profusely.

“Hey,” he soothed, putting his hands up in a placating gesture, “I should have said something sooner. I just didn’t want to startle you.”

“I didn’t know you were here,” you say a little too quickly back.

“Yeah. I uh-” he scratched at the back of his neck, “Met your brother and your dad for a few drinks, and they turned into a few more.”

“Oh,” you reply, pulling at the threadbare t-shirt you’re wearing and immediately realizing just how exposed you are, “Shit. I didn’t..”

“It’s okay,” he says with a slight chuckle, “I didn’t know either. I’ll let you finish up.”

“Do you want some?” You ask as he turns on his heel.

He raises an eyebrow, and you push again, “Some pancakes? Chocolate chip?” You ask as you force down a giggle.

“I love chocolate chip,” he says with a grin. “Sounds great.”

“Cool.”

You pop down to the guest bathroom and pull on the robe hanging from the back of the door before bouncing back into the kitchen, and you see Marcus setting the table. Pouring out two glasses of orange juice as you start frying up the pancake batter.

You place the large stack on a plate and grab the maple syrup from the pantry and butter from the fridge before taking a seat in front of him.

“Help yourself,” you say with a shy smile before bouncing back up and out of your chair. “I almost forgot.”

You rifle through one of the drawers and pull out a small bottle of Advil and place it in front of him, seeing him blush pink before offering you a smile of gratitude.

“So how’s college, bunny?” He asks with a wink after taking two pills, and you groan in response.

“Bunny? Really?” You ask, and he laughs back at you.

“It suits you. Always has. Always bouncing around like a little bunny, it’s cute.”

“It’s childish,” you say before shoving a forkful of pancakes in your mouth and swallowing quickly. “You know I’m not a child anymore?”

He swallows at your admission and fights back the urge to tell you he knows. Instead, he just takes a few more bites of his pancakes and sips his orange juice.

“I graduated,” you say before taking a small sip of your own drink, “Got a few job offers. One in California, was offered something in Montana, and uh, I've been invited to interview for a position in DC.” You say with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

“Shit! That’s fantastic,” he says before reaching over and giving your hand a squeeze, “DC is incredible. Are you going to do it?”

“I’m not sure. My parents are not keen on me leaving the state,” you say with a sad smile, “But I’d like to. I mean, I doubt I’d get it but starting off my career in DC would be kind of perfect.”

“You gotta think about what’s best for you, bunny. Think about what you want.”

You nod in agreement, and you both sit in silence for a few minutes, occasionally sharing a soft smile and a fleeting glance before he breaks the silence.

“What do you want, bunny?” He asks as his eyes meet yours. Those gorgeous brown orbs burning into yours as his question floats in the air.

You , is your first thought, and you blush at the thought of accidentally letting that escape from your throat - the thoughts flashing up in your head making your panties dampen.

“Freedom,” you whisper quietly, “Being able to do what I want to do without fear that I’m letting everyone down. Being able to go wherever is best for me and not for everyone else.”

“Agree to the interview,” he says before wiping his mouth and hands on the napkins he laid out. “Even if it’s not for you, you’ll get to see how beautiful DC is.”

He stands up and takes his plate and glass to the sink, washing them up and popping them in the rack to dry.

“I better be getting home, and I've got to pick my rental up from the bar.”

“Do you need a ride?” You ask as you take your dirty dishes to the sink, dumping them in but deciding they can wait until later, “I need to pop to Target anyway.”

“You sure?” He asks before scratching the back of his neck, looking unsure.

“Positive,” you say with a smile, “Just need to get dressed. Give me ten minutes?”

“Perfect.“

The drive to the bar is quicker than you anticipated, you’d both engaged in a little small talk, and he teased you about the first time he saw you drive a car, making you want to melt with embarrassment.

“Don’t know how you didn’t see that mailbox, bunny,” he needles with a loud roar of laughter, and before you had a second to register the words falling out of your mouth, they did.

“I was distracted by you.”

An awkward giggle forces its way out of your throat as you attempt to change the subject, a look of pure confusion painted across Marcus’ face as you do so.

“We’re here,” you say, looking down at you the steering wheel, “Have a—”

“You were distracted?” He asks quietly. “By me?”

“Marcus, I-I,” you sigh loudly before a small fit of giggles starts to fall out from between your lips, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanksgiving at the Pike’s, right?”

He hums in response, eyes still fixated on you as he unbuckles his seat belt and starts to climb out of your car. “You bringing that world-famous apple pie cheesecake thing?” he asks as he steps out onto the sidewalk.

“Of course,” you say, looking up at him with a small smile. “See you tomorrow, Marcus.”

“See you tomorrow, bunny.”

You’re not sure how long you sat in the parking lot outside the Target for, rerunning that day over and over in your head.

It was many years previous, and you’d barely had your driver's license a month, seeing your brother standing on your drive talking loudly to someone out of your eyesight, and you’re not sure how you did it, but the sight of Marcus Pike walking out of your house and towards your brother made your breath hitch, and you somehow took out your family’s mailbox.

The sound of your brother's laughter still rung in your ears when you think about it now, Marcus looking across at you with those big brown eyes filled with worry as you climbed out of your car, drowning in embarrassment, the embarrassment being pushed away by ugly jealousy when you looked back over at him and saw his new bride (now ex-wife) wrapping her arms around his waist, all of them giggling at your predicament.

“Ugh,” you growl before stepping out of your car to head into the store, “Baking supplies and other shit that Target tells me I need to buy,” you grumble to yourself.

The rest of the day flies by in a blur. You stocked your car with the sodas and beers ready for the next morning, prepared a few of the side dishes, and wrapped the gift your mother had asked you to pick up as a thank you for Mrs. Pike.

You barely had time to fret over your little admission earlier that day and the look of shock etched across his stupid gorgeous face as he asked you if you’d really been distracted by him. How could you not have been? You think to yourself as you climb the stairs to your room, ready to settle in for the night.

Your phone had been charging the entire time you were downstairs, sitting idly on your windowsill and forgotten about. You pick it up to set an alarm, and a text from an unknown number lights up on your screen from almost an hour ago.

Thank you for the ride earlier, bunny, and for breakfast. Not sure if this is still your number - Mom had it scribbled down in her address book. See you tomorrow - MARCUS PIKE.

You giggle at the way he typed his whole name at the end of the message, and a smile creeps across your face as you punch out a reply.

You’re welcome, Marcus. Hope you didn’t get in too much trouble for not making it back home yesterday. Will see you tomorrow, getting up extra early to ensure you have plenty of pie. Goodnight 💕

Looking forward to diving into your pie. Goodnight - MARCUS PIKE.

You giggle again at his clearly unintentional innuendo before punching out your last text and setting your alarm.

You don’t need to type your whole name at the end of every text, Marcus. See you tomorrow.

Oh, good to know. See you. - Marcus ;-)

“Dork,” you whisper out loud before putting your phone down and climbing into bed, “Oh, I’m so fucked.”

You stood quietly at the door, standing behind your parents, your brother, and his wife clutching three of the pie/cheesecake hybrid you'd created out of curiosity a few years back in your hand. You took a deep breath to steady your nerves.

Of course, it has to be Marcus who whips open the front door, standing there with that gorgeous adorable smile, dressed in a tight grey t-shirt and comfortable jeans, scolding yourself internally for the way your breath hitches upon seeing him.

“Come on in,” he says as he stands back. “Everyone has been banished to the living room. No one enters the kitchen without my Mom’s written consent,” he says with a loud chuckle.

“Hello, Marcus Pike,” you say with a little grin as you stand in front of him.

“Hello, Bunny,” he replies with a smile that matches yours before gesturing at your hands “Pie?”

“Two for today, one for you to take home or eat whenever,” you shrug.

You’re not sure what to expect, but you certainly weren't expecting his next movement. Without another word, he bent down and placed a kiss that slightly lingered on your cheek before pulling away and giving you a small thank you. Leaving you standing alone in the hallway as he whisked the pies out of your hands and took them down into the kitchen.

After a few moments, you slip off your shoes and made your way into the living room. Both families are engaging in general chit-chat whilst the kids are mesmerized by the Disney movie playing on the tv.

“Are you cold?” Marcus asks as he walks up from behind you and gently grabs at the sleeve of your coat.

“Oh, no. It’s lovely in here, I-uh-I just forgot to take it off,” you say, skin heating a little as he stands in front of you, unknowingly taunting you with a flash of dimple, “I'll go take it off.” You murmur before heading back towards the hallway as Marcus goes to chat with your brother.

You hang it up in the closet before stepping into the guest bathroom to take a quick look at yourself, admiring the dress you’d ordered after one too many glasses of wine. It was pretty. It was gorgeous, in fact. White with pink roses, a ruffled necklace, and a split that shows off a smidge of thigh. Innocent but with a hint of sexy. You’d worn it with one person in mind, and you take a deep breath before stepping out and wondering if he’ll even notice you in it.

He was pretty sure everyone in the room heard him gasp - the sight of you walking back into the room, wearing a dress that seemed tailor-made for you, and just about took his breath away.

“Look at you,” Mrs. Pike gushed as you blushed in the doorway, “You get more and more beautiful every time I see you.”

Marcus could tell you were a little embarrassed and noted the shiver of anxiety that seemingly ran through you as you stood there, fingers interlocking whilst staring down at the ground.

“So, who needs a beer?” He asked after clearing his throat and stepping towards you, giving you a small wink as he did so. “Think you can help me, Bunny?”

You follow him into the kitchen and watch as he leaned into the refrigerator, seeing the muscles in his back and shoulders stretch under the material of his shirt. You hate yourself for being unable to look away, and it wasn’t until he turns back around to you and starts popping the beer bottles down on the countertop that you’re able to look away from him.

“Bottle opener is in the top drawer,” he says before grabbing a few bottles of juice for the kids.

“I know,” you say with a grin, “I’ve been here before.”

You start to pop open the bottles, dropping the caps in the little glass container on the counter that Marcus’ dad kept there for recycling.

“You-uh, you look really nice,” he stutters as he scratches the back of his neck, “I mean, you always look nice, but yeah, you uh- you look beautiful. Really beautiful.”

You giggle at the bashful look on his face as you feel embarrassment heat up in yours, “Thank you, Marcus Pike.”

“You don’t have to use my full name, you know?” He teases back, both of you mirroring your conversation from last night.

“Oh, good to know,” you quip back with a wink.

You spent the next few hours chatting and catching up with the rest of Pike’s, stealing occasional glances at Marcus. Eventually, Mrs. Pike makes the announcement for dinner, and you just about skip into the dining room with excitement.

The table is set beautifully, and each dish is ready to be plated, making you just about drool in anticipation for the meal you’re about to feast on.

“You’re next to Marcus, dear,” Mrs. Pike announces as you look around the room.

He’s engaged in conversation with your father, who’s sat to his left as you sit down next to him. Mr. Pike takes charge of cutting the turkey and makes everyone say one thing they’re thankful for, hearing the usual, family, friendship, good health, and so on until it gets to you.

“What are you thankful for, bunny?” Mr. Pike asks with a charming grin, and it’s not hard to see where Marcus gets his from.

“Family,” you murmur, “Friends…” and just as he’s about to move on, you surprise yourself, “The chance to interview for a position within the FBI in DC.”

Half the table responds with their congratulations, the other half with surprise, and some with obvious disapproval.

“DC?” Your mother splutters. “That’s ridiculous. You can’t interview for a position in DC.”

“I haven’t responded to the invitation,” you squeak back, “Just thought it was nice that they’re thinking about me.” You shrug lightly and turn to Marcus, who’s next to answer the big question, and he immediately steps in to take the heat off of you.

“A new start, new beginnings, and the chance to see a wonderful new city,” he says before reaching down and giving your knee a reassuring squeeze.

Rest of the confessions over, you all dig into the seemingly endless supply of delicious food and chat amongst yourself. Purposely working hard to avoid your mother's glare as you eat your dinner.

“Can I be excused?” You ask as everyone finishes their meal, “I would like to finish preparing dessert if everyone’s ready for it.”

After a loud smattering of yeses and people cooing over your much anticipated dessert, you slip into the kitchen and finish the last bit of decoration.

Making sure to pop the store-bought and freshly reheated pumpkin pies on the tray for those who want them.

Just as you’re reaching into the fridge to grab the whipped cream, you hear footsteps behind you.

“Need any help?” Marcus’ voice calls out from the other side of the kitchen, “Thought you’d gotten lost in here.”

“Avoiding the daggers my mom is shooting from across the table,” you say with a giggle as you get the ice cream from the freezer, “I think I’ve gotten just about everything needed for dessert… Do you know of any strong, handsome men that would consider carrying in one of the trays for me?”

“I don’t know about handsome,” he blushes, “But I think I've got the strong part handled.”

“Eh, I think you’re doing pretty well in both departments,” you say with a giggle, “Let’s go eat.”

“Holy shit, bunny, it gets more delicious every time,” Marcus whispers into your ear after he demolishes his third piece of apple pie cheesecake.

You hate the way your thighs automatically clench together at his choice of words, completely innocent but somehow laced with some filthy unspoken desire that you couldn’t help but wish to hear in a completely different circumstance.

“Thank you, Marcus,” you glance over at him. “Hopefully, the one in the refrigerator will be just as delicious.”

“I have no doubts I'll be licking the pan clean,” he winks.

After dessert and football, your mom announces it’s time to leave the Pike’s in peace. You had spent the majority of the football game clearing up with your mom, listening to her rant about how interviewing in DC would be a silly mistake and how you’ll be crushed when they pick someone more experienced over you. Despite you informing her multiple times that it was entry-level.

The drive home is completely silent, you curse yourself for not taking your own car and making an excuse to go somewhere and wait in a line for some Black Friday shopping you didn’t want to do.

You practically skip upstairs to your bedroom, locking the door behind you and changing into a comfortable t-shirt and foregoing pajama pants.

You switch on some shitty holiday movie and get cozy in bed, trying to avoid thinking about the headache your mom is going to give you tomorrow when she inevitably grills you more and more about the interview.

The buzz from your phone makes you jump, and you groan as you roll over to pick it up.

Marcus Pike (1) new photo message.

A photo of the empty pie tray makes you giggle as you type out your reply.

Y: Wow! Someone was a hungry boy.

Marcus: Can never get enough of your pie. Would eat it every day. So good.

Y: You are aware of how filthy that sounds, right?

Marcus: Shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t. I am so sorry.

Y: Marcus, I’m playing with you. You’re adorable. No apologies needed.

Marcus: Meany. Thank you again, though. It was truly delicious, as always.

Y: You're welcome. Glad to see you’ve learned how to text a little better… No more signing your name?

Marcus: Oh, sorry ;-) - Marcus

Y: Ha ha. Thank you for your help today. Appreciated it.

Marcus: Anytime, bunny.

Y: Marcus, you do not need to keep calling me bunny.

Marcus: I like it.

Y: Ugh, I don’t. I’m not a little girl anymore, Pike.

Marcus: I’ve noticed.

You swallow the lump that forms in your throat, taking a large gulp of wine, and punch out your reply.

Y: Yeah? What have you noticed?

Marcus: You.

Marcus gulps as he types out the last text. You. He had noticed you. For the past 24 hours, he hasn’t been able to think of anything but how much he had been noticing you.

Y: Anything specific?

Marcus: Bunny…

Y: Marcus…

Marcus: You. I’ve noticed you. Everything about you. You’re different than before, still shy… but a little more confident. Looked gorgeous in that dress today too.

Y: You really think so?

Marcus: Yes, you’re gorgeous, bunny.

Y: You're gorgeous too. I’ve always thought so.

Marcus: Sweet girl.

Y: You think I'm sweet?

Marcus: I know you are… thinking about how sweet you are right now.

Y: You wanna find out?

Marcus: Bunny… this is a dangerous road for us to be going down.

You can’t ignore the disappointing feeling that starts to rise in your tummy.

Y: You don’t want me?

Marcus: I didn't say that. You’re a lot younger than me… you’re my best friend's little sister, and I just don’t want you to do something you might regret.

Y: I could never regret you.

Marcus: Sweet girl.

Y: You touched my knee earlier, and I thought I was going to melt, Marcus.

Marcus: Yeah? Fuck. Did I really affect you that much?

Y: Yes. You drive me insane. You have for years… Marcus, you don’t even know… you called me sweetheart at Christmas, and you have no idea what that did to me… what I did afterwards.

Marcus: Tell me.

He watches the text bubble pop up and disappear over and over again, and after the seventh or eighth time of watching the bubble disappear, he decides that he needs to check you’re okay. His finger hovers above the call button for a few seconds because pressing on it and slowly dragging it to his ear.

INCOMING CALL: MARCUS PIKE

“Fuck,” you groan as his name flashes up on your screen. With a tentative push of the button, you bring the phone to your ear and breathe out a breathy hello.

“Are you okay?” He blurts down the phone, “I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” The worry clearly dripping from each and every word and makes your whole chest clench.

“I’m fine,” you whisper back, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. You could never make me uncomfortable, Marcus.”

“Good. You-uh- you had me panicking there for a moment, sweetheart.”

He must have heard the shaky breath you exhaled the second the word left his lips, a silence lingering between the both of you for a few moments.

“Sorry,” he says barely above an audible whisper, “I didn’t think.”

“Please stop apologizing, Marcus. It’s fine, I’m just… I… I’ve had a bit of a crush on you for ages, and I just… I don’t want you to think of me as Mike’s silly little sister with a stupid little crush when it’s not just a cr—” you cut yourself off with a sigh, and much to your surprise, he responds with a small chuckle.

“I think we’ve both established you’re not little anymore,” he says, and you can almost hear the grin that’s splashed across his face.

“Yeah,” you purr back, “Good.”

“I’m not going to pretend you don’t have me intrigued as to what you did, though, sweet girl, but I won’t press you for an answer.”

You giggle down the phone, and it’s like music to his ears.

“I don’t think your mom would ever let me in her house again if she ever found out.”

“Can't say I was planning on sharing, sweetheart.”

“You’re doing that on purpose now, aren’t you?” You say with an exaggerated sigh.

“Mhmm, maybe…”

“Marcus…”

“Yes, Sweetheart.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m talking to you.”

“Oh.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m talking to you.”

“Bunny, do you not want to tell me?”

“I do. But I think you’ve already guessed.”

“I have an idea, but I don’t want to be presumptuous.”

“What do you think I did?”

He lightly scoffs, and it’s almost like you can hear his thoughts churning in his head; you’re certain he goes to speak a few times but stops himself each time.

“I think… fuck .”

“Do you think I snuck off and made myself cum to the thought of you calling me sweetheart?”

His voice drops lower than you’ve ever heard it, and you feel like you might just explode as he replies the deepest, “ Yes ” you’ve ever heard.

“That’s what I did.” You feel heat rise in your cheeks as you admit to it, a new bravery sweeping through you as you admit to the man that’s managed to unknowingly invade every thought you’d had for the past few years that you fucked your fingers in his parent's house whilst thinking of him.

“I bet you looked so fucking pretty,” he breathes out in response, voice still low, and somehow every word seems to be going straight to your pulsating core.

“Marcus,” you rasp out as you fight the urge to do something about the arousal creeping through your veins.

“Do you want to do it right now?” he asks, and a needy moan escapes through your lips, “Do you want to play with that pretty pussy, while I stroke my cock thinking about you? Thinking about how good you looked bent over the counter the other morning?”

“Yes,” you moan out as your fingers twist the bed sheets beneath you, “I want to hear you.”

“ Fuck ,” he grunts, and the sound of his phone dropping to his chest and his pants being kicked off floods through the speaker, “I’m so fucking hard for you, sweetheart. Can't stop thinking about how fucking pretty you are, how soft and so fucking sweet.”

The sound of him spitting into his hand makes your pussy clench as you reach into your panties and gasp at the amount of slick that’s coating your pussy. You smear a little across your little bundle of nerves and breathe out a moan of relief as you finally give your clit the attention it’s been screaming for - pulsating steadily under your hand as you rub perfect circles into it.

“Fuck,” Marcus grunts, “Feel good, baby?”

Another moan slips through your lips at the new endearment, and you want to beg for him to call you it over and over, “So fucking good, Marcus… Wi-wish it was you.”

“Yeah?” he growls as the sound of skin slapping against skin grows louder. “You want to feel my fingers in that tight little pussy?”

“Oh fuck , yes, yes,” you moan as your orgasm steadily draws closer, and you increase the pressure on your clit, rubbing harder and faster. The combined sounds of your moans and his groans coming together like the filthiest symphony ever created.

“Marcus, I’m gonna, I’m gonna come,” you gasp.

“Do it, baby, let me hear, fuck, I bet you look so pretty right now,” he rambles as he continues stroking his cock, wishing it was your warm heat clamped around him, bouncing up and down as he fucks up into you.

You come hard and fast with a moan of his name, and he quickly follows suit, the sounds of his grunts and groans being ripped through his throat with every pump and squeeze of his throbbing shaft, his bare stomach laced with ropes of his pearlescent spend.

“Holy shit,” he mutters as he reaches over to grab some tissues from his nightstand, “You okay over there?”

You giggle at his immediate concern for you as you slowly come out of your pleasure-filled haze.

“I’m good, really good. Are you okay?” you ask, and you shudder at the nervousness that had seeped in at the end of your question.

“Yeah, I’m good. That was uh— that was fucking incredible, baby.”

“It was… Holy shit, Marcus,” you blurt out as you fall into a fit of giggles, “That might have been my favourite Thanksgiving yet.”

“Yeah, I, I can’t say I was thrilled to be coming back,” he says before clearing his throat, “But you’ve certainly made it a nice homecoming.”

“Good, I'm glad I made the trip a little better… We should probably get some sleep,” you say after glancing at the time on your watch, “Speak tomorrow?”

“Shit, it’s late. I didn’t realize. Yeah, I’ll text you in the morning. Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Marcus Pike.”

That night you dream of him. Remembering pieces that you can’t quite fit together the next morning but enough to make your heart flutter with anticipation.

The house is eerily quiet as you make your way down into the kitchen, robe wrapped around you as the autumn chill makes itself known in every corner of your childhood home.

Your phone perched comfortably inside the pocket, waiting for a text from Marcus to light it up.

It doesn’t take long, you’re pouring the milk into your cheerios as it quietly vibrates against your hip.

Are you free for lunch today?

You abandon the task at hand and hastily type out a yes and wait impatiently for his next message to buzz through.

Pick you up by the playground at 12:30?

Your chest starts to pound with excitement as you type out your reply.

Sounds perfect. See you then, Marcus Pike.

His reply comes seconds later.

See you soon, sweetheart - Marcus Pike ;-)

The morning flies by in a tizzy, anxiety, and excitement bubbling up in your belly as you purposely avoid your Mom and her inevitable amount of questions about whether you want to interview in DC or not.

You ate your breakfast in a comfortable silence, but left the dishes in the sink as you heard her and your father make their way downstairs. Just narrowly missing them as you sprinted upstairs and immediately jumped into a slightly too hot shower. You style your hair as you usually would and put on minimal makeup before pulling out a sundress that’s definitely a little too short for the chilly weather.

You take the stairs two at a time after noticing your clock displaying 12:22, and just as you finish buttoning up your coat you hear your Mom call you into the next room.

“Where are you going in such a rush?” She asks with a raised eyebrow, “I didn’t know you were going out. You never said anything?”

“Seeing a friend for lunch, last minute plans. Won’t be more than a few hours.” You say with a halfhearted shrug.

“Who?”

“What?”

“Which friend?”

“Mom…,” you say with a slightly petulant eye roll, “Claudia. She’s home for thanksgiving. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Don’t go letting her fill your head with ideas about following suit and abandoning your hometown,” she calls out after you as you slam the front door just a fraction too hard.

He’s already waiting as you jog down towards the playground, the chill in the air making you curse yourself for not bringing a scarf. As you approach his car, the butterflies in your tummy seem to explode into three dozen more, but it doesn’t stop you from reaching out for the door handle the second it’s in reach and pulling it open.

“Hey,” he offers gently as you slide into his rental.

“Hey, yourself,” you offer back with a smile.

“Options are a leftovers sandwich made by yours truly at my house, everyone is out until the evening, so it’ll be pretty relaxed or if you’d prefer, we could find somewhere that’s open and eat out.”

You tap the bottom of your chin as if you’re really thinking about it before biting down on your bottom lip and slowly letting it roll out through your teeth, “Mhm. Rosa’s bakery is open until one. I vote for the first choice as long as we can swing by and grab a fresh loaf of her sourdough.”

“Sounds perfect,” he quips back before making his way toward the small town.

With a fresh loaf tucked up under your arm and two cream cakes nestled in a box under his, you follow him into the kitchen.

Few words had been spoken on the drive, the radio providing a comforting soundtrack to the already comfortable silence between you both.

“I’ll heat up the leftovers if you slice up the bread?” he asks whilst handing you a glass of wine.

“Sounds like a plan,” you murmur as you take a sip before setting it down on the counter.

“Thick or thin?” you ask as you pull out the chopping board and reach over to grab the bread knife from the block.

“Thick.”

Sandwiches made, wine glasses topped up, and a random Hallmark movie blaring out on the screen you’re both comfortably nestled in front of.

“So, we should probably talk about last night?” Marcus finally slips out as he takes a bite of his sandwich.

“Do you regret it?” You ask a little bit too quickly.

“No, of course not. No. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I did.”

He hums a content mhmm before diving into the rest of his sandwich. You both eat in silence and watch the shitty movie playing out in front of you.

It’s like it happens in slow motion, plates gone and forgotten about, the part of the movie where the girl realizes the boy was right there in front of her the entire time; Marcus’s hand slowly reaching around the back of the sofa and resting on your shoulder.

You turn to look at him, and he’s already staring at you, neither of you really sure who made the first move, but before you can register it’s really happening, his mouth is pressed against yours, breathing you in and silently begging you entry, his tongue licking your bottom lip like a silent prayer that promises salvation at the altar that would only exist when the two of you finally slot yourselves together.

It doesn’t take long until you’re straddling him, mouth wrestling with his as your tongues fight for dominance. His hands trail down the expanse of your body as yours tangle up in his hair.

He forces his lips off of yours and whispers, “Are you sure you want this?”

And after a rather enthusiastic ‘yes,’ you’re being led up to his bedroom, your fingers interlocked with his.

He walks you into his room and sits down on the edge of his bed, pulling you onto his lap, “We don’t have to do this. We can just talk or watch a movie, sweetheart.”

“Marcus, I'm in your room. I'm pretty sure I've ruined these panties, and I'm saying yes.”

“Fuck,” he grunts as he pulls you in for another kiss before laying you down on his bed, his hands slowly rubbing up your thighs before suddenly stopping and pulling away from you, “Sweetheart, you’re fucking soaked.”

You can feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment as his hands swipe back up and through the slick that had slowly been dripping from the moment he first picked you up, “I’m sor-” you attempt to choke out, but he silences you with a quick kiss.

“Don’t apologise. It’s fucking sexy,” he murmurs as he pulls your panties down your legs and throws them to the side, “Can I taste you?” He grunts out as you feel him press his clothed rock-hard cock into the meat of the thighs.

A little anxiety rises in your stomach as you play back his question, “Oh, you don’t have to! I know men don’t actually like doing that…”

His laugh throws you, and you swallow the lump that forms in your throat, “Boys maybe, but men, men fucking love eating pussy… Do you not enjoy it?” He asks as he tucks a finger under your chin and pulls your face up level with his.

“I-uh-I, I don’t actually know,” you admit quietly.

“Sweetheart, have you ever…? Had?”

“I’ve had sex,” you say bluntly, “With my college boyfriend, but he never wanted to do that. He said it’s just for porn.”

“Oh, sweet girl,” he says with a flash of annoyance, “He never got you ready before he fucked you?”

You shake your head as he peppers a gentle kiss on your thigh.

“Can I?” He asks again, “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop immediately.”

You nod your head in agreement and gently brush his cheek with your thumb, and he reaches up to grab your hand, “Baby, I'm going to need to hear you say it.”

Unconsciously you nod again before giving him the verbal confirmation he was asking for.

You can’t believe the gasp that escapes your lips as he slowly drags a finger through your folds, opening you up and praising your ‘pretty, pretty pussy’ and licking a stripe up from your entrance to your clit. He hums in approval at the taste of you, his tongue working magic on your clit as you adjust to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure being pulled from you with every flick of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, Marcus,” you whimper as your hands move into his hair, your hips beginning to roll on their own accord, chasing his tongue and your forthcoming orgasm, “Don’t stop,” you blurt out as you feel it threaten to rip through you.

The sound of you begging drives him insane as he continues devouring your pussy, salivating at the taste and smell of you, whilst trying to ignore the way his cock is straining hard against his zipper.

He can’t believe it. Never in his wildest dreams could he imagine that you could have been wanting him this badly. He tries to ignore the way he can feel warmth rise in his chest every time you moan his name. His mind is running one hundred miles a second as you reach your crest, and he wants nothing more than to pull you close to him and keep you there for as long as he can, but he knows he can’t make the same mistakes as before.

He doesn’t know what this is, you don’t know what this is, but what he does know is he wants to show you how you deserve to be treated, to be touched, to be fucked .

He groans in delight as you soak his face with your arousal, breathing out the most delicious moans and whimpers he’s ever heard as he continues to lick at suck at your clit throughout your high.

Your chest heaves up and down as your vision starts to become less blurry, the high of your orgasm slowly starts coming down, and you have to gently push his face away from your pussy to stop him from continuing the little kitten licks to your overstimulated bud.

He brings his face up to yours, and you bite your lip, the sight of your arousal coating his mouth and chin makes you clench around nothing, and he makes no effort to clean it off as he brings you in for another kiss. Refusing to hold back, he kisses your mouth like he’s been deprived of your lips for years, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and gently dragging his teeth over it. He swallows each of your moans as they stream effortlessly into his mouth. Your hands run down his back, grabbing at the tight muscles and slowly running your fingertip down it until you’re reaching the hem of his shirt. You slowly pull it up, and he begrudgingly breaks the kiss to let you rip it off of him.

The heat of his body is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before as he envelopes you in his warmth, peppering the gentlest yet hungriest kisses down your neck whilst rolling the strap of your dress down and off your shoulders. He moves back off you, and a silent command is given to continue taking off your dress. You unbutton the few buttons on the front and roll the dress off of your body, and he rips off his belt and frees himself from his jeans.

Your breath hitches when you see the little spot of wetness on his boxers from where he’s been steadily leaking precum.

“I want to taste you,” you blurt out as he frees himself from his boxers, his thick cock swinging heavily between his legs - the tip almost purple with need, “Can I suck your cock?”

“Oh, baby,” he grunts as he slots himself back between your legs and reaches around to unclasp your bra, “I’d fucking love to feel your lips around me, but I don’t think I’m going to last very long as it is. I’d really like to fuck you if that’s okay?”

“Please,” you beg in response, “Please fuck me.”

“I’ve got some condoms in my drawer,” he says before giving your lips a fleeting kiss.

“I’m on birth control,” you answer back, “And I’m clean. Was checked at my last physical, and I’ve not had sex since… I’d really like to feel you.”

“I’m clean too. Got a physical when I started in DC, and I've used condoms on the two occasions I-uh- hooked up.”

You nod at him and bite down on your lip with the sweetest expression etched upon your delicate face, and it just about drives him insane. He gently runs a finger through your folds and slowly pushes it into your entrance just to check you’re ready.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans as he lines himself up with you, kissing you once more before gently pushing the tip in, “Tell me if you want me to stop, sweetheart?”

He grunts as you clamp down around him. He’s barely inside, but the way you reacted to him calling you sweetheart was nearly enough for him to blow his load immediately. “Relax for me, honey,” he coos as you take a deep breath. He’s thick, much thicker than your ex and you can’t help but whimper at the pinch of him. “Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?” He immediately asks as your face contorts beneath him.

“No, baby, please, don’t stop,” you beg, and he has to internally tell himself not to tell you how much he liked hearing you call him baby, “Keep going.”

He inches himself into you, slowly letting you adjust as he’s completely sheaths inside of you, little grunts channeling out of his mouth as your walls flutter around the girth of him. The warmth and tightness of you is almost overwhelming, almost enough to milk him of his spend without him having to move.

His left hand moves up to your breast and gently rolls your puckered nipple between his finger and his thumb, bringing his mouth down to, sucking it gently for a few seconds before repeating his actions on the other one.

It’s only when you start begging him to move that he grinds his hips, his lips engulfing yours as he kisses your mouth with fervor, slowly, he begins dragging his cock in and out of your heat, pushing hard enough to reach that spot that has you seeing stars. Never before has penetrative sex ever felt so good for you; the only clitoral stimulation is the coarse patch of hair at the base of his cock rubbing your bundle of nerves. “Faster,” you beg, and he grunts in response, his hips moving faster and faster, and eventually, your own start to move quick enough to meet his. The feeling of him buried deep inside of you sends you over the edge, and you just about scream his name as you clamp down around him hard, your arousal gushing and flooding his cock and thighs. White hot pleasure courses throughout your body, and you swear you can feel him everywhere.

“Good girl, such a good fucking girl,” he praises over and over until he can’t take it anymore, and he’s filling you up - covering your fluttering walls with his cum, the heat of him making you moan in delight.

He collapses on top of you, making sure his arms bear the weight of him, his head buried into your neck, both of your chests heaving up and down as you try to regain your composure.

“Wow,” you eventually breathe out, “That was so much better than I’ve ever imagined.”

He chuckles into the soft skin of your neck and slowly brings his face up to yours, “How often have you imagined it?”

“Shut up, Marcus Pike,” you giggle as you pull him in for a kiss.

He pulls away and sits back on his haunches, looking down at you, hair tousled, skin glistening with a shimmering layer of sweat, “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know? You are gorgeous, bunny.”

You bite your lip as he gets up and makes his way into the en-suite bag to grab a damp cloth to clean you up, biting down the urge to compliment how cute his butt is as he does so.

The gentle way he cleans you up makes your chest fill with warmth. He took extra care whilst dragging it, wiping it against your clit, and then he climbed into bed behind you and held you as you both drifted off to sleep.

He held you tighter than you’d ever been held, and you slept more comfortably than you have in a long time.

“Shit,” you hiss at the sight of his alarm clock reading 4:28 pm. “Marcus, baby,” you murmur as you shuffle around in his arms to face him, covering his face in little kisses to wake him up, “Baby, your parents will be back soon, and I’ve gotta get home.”

He groans before pulling you closer to him, and you giggle at his softness. “Could keep you snuggled up in my bed forever,” he says, kissing you between every word.

You hum back, “And when you go back to DC tomorrow evening, and your parents find me in your bed, how do I explain that?”

“Well, I’d just have to take you back with me,” he says with a wink.

You both dress in silence, stealing the occasional glance before continuing to straighten yourselves out.

“Ready, sweetheart?” He asks whilst reaching his hand out for you to take.

“Are you calling me sweetheart to get me back into your bed, Agent Pike?”

“Fuck,” he hisses, “Call me that again, and I drop to my knees right here, sweetheart.”

“Mhm, good to know what gets you going, Agent,” you wink.

The radio hums quietly on the drive back, he’d agreed to drop you off at the playground again but said he wouldn’t move until you texted him once you’re back inside your house, and you rolled your eyes but agreed.

His hand rests comfortably on your thigh, squeezing gently every now and then. It isn’t until he pulls up to the spot he’d picked you up at that he begins to speak.

“I don’t want you to think I’m saying this for selfish reasons or because of what happened between us, but I really think you should consider interviewing in DC,” he says before interlocking his fingers in yours. “You shouldn’t miss opportunities because the people you love are guilt-tripping you into staying close. But you also shouldn’t do things because other people are telling you to. I just think you should really think about it. Think about where’s best for you and for your career.” He brings your hand up to his lips, softly kissing the back of it.

You offer him a wide smile in response and nod a few times before giving him one last kiss, “Will I see you before you leave?”

“I was really hoping so,” he answers with a grin, “Breakfast?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Text me the second you’re inside?”

“I promise,” you reply with another eye roll, “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

You skip back towards the house, only turning to give him a little wave once, and the second you’re inside and kicking off your shoes, you send him the text you’d promised.

“Finally,” your mom calls out from the kitchen, “It’s after five.”

“You know I’m well into my twenties, Mom,” you shoot back as she gives you the once over, “I don’t need to be coddled.”

“No one is coddling you, bunny, you just need to be more mindful about coming and going while you’re staying in our house.”

You scoff at her words, anger boiling in your stomach as her insistence that you move back home after you graduate replays in your mind.

“I moved back because you practically gave me no other choice,” you say as you start to walk back out of the kitchen, resisting the urge to groan as you hear her footsteps right behind you, “I’m not going to argue with you, mama, but I’m also not going to let you dictate my life. I said no to California and Montana because of you, but I’m not going to miss the opportunity to work in DC.”

“He’s 12 years older than you, bunny,” she says with a raised eyebrow, “Let's not pretend that the job is the real reason you’re considering DC.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I can see the playground from the kitchen window, I saw you get out of his car.”

You scoff and turn on your heels as you march up to your bedroom.

You pace around for a few moments, not sure what you want to do, and then you’re doing it.

Dialing the number that you’ve had written down on a post-it and pressed against your mirror for almost a week.

“Hello, can I speak with Eleanor Smith?” You ask with a shaky breath.

Within two minutes, you have settled on a date to interview, the following Monday at 10 am sharp at FBI headquarters in DC.

No matter what happens, no matter whether you get offered the position or not, you’re standing your ground and taking charge of your own career - without anyone else in mind.

Marcus texts you a few times throughout the evening, his family occupying all his time and dragging him out for dinner on his last night before flying back to DC.

You decide you’ll inform him that you’re interviewing at breakfast.

You meet him in the same spot he dropped you off, sliding into the passenger seat and greeting him with a kiss.

“Hey,” you murmur against his lips.

“Hi, baby.”

He drives you to a breakfast diner, and you settle into the booth in front of him.

“Excited to get home?” You ask as he skims through the menu.

“Excited to sleep in my own bed, I guess,” he says with a small shrug of his shoulders.

“Mhmm,” you hum as sadness fills out across your chest, “Do you ever miss it here?”

He clicks his tongue before looking up at you, “Sure, I do. I mean, I miss the people, the familiarity and stuff… But sometimes, it’s nice to be away from it all. There is shit here that haunts me every time I come back, but there is also a lot of stuff that I'm really fucking happy to see as well. I know in my head and my heart that right now, DC is where I need to be.”

You nod your head a few times before glancing down at the menu despite having already decided on blueberry pancakes.

“Did you think about it at all?” He asks as he scans the menu again.

“Yes,” you answer, unsure of whether you’re ready to tell him about the interview.

He talks to you about his job, his apartment, and about his partner at work. You hang off every word, asking questions, him countering with his own every time you hit him with a new one.

Before you know it, you’ve been there for over two hours, and he’s becoming more and more cautious of the time and that he needs to pack his stuff ready for his flight and pop around to his siblings and see his nieces and nephews before he goes home.

He insists on paying for breakfast and refuses your offer of leaving the tip. He holds your hand as you make your way back to his car, and he walks around to the passenger side and opens your door for you, stealing a long and passionate kiss before you climb in and closes the door for you.

An air of awkwardness haunts the ride back to your house, his hand rests on your thigh as it had done the last few trips in his car, and he gives you those reassuring squeezes every time he senses you need it, but it feels different.

“I-uh-” you start to say as he pulls up to the bottom of your drive. He foregoes dropping you off down the block a little, and you lose your nerves and instead wish him a safe flight and hope to see him again at Christmas if he makes the trip back.

“I’m going to miss you, bunny,” he admits with a slight smile, “Can't believe I've been so in the dark over all of this.”

You shrug your shoulders and lean over to kiss him, “Well, at least you know now. You can always give me a call on those lonely nights.”

“What about the nights when I just need to hear your voice?”

Your heart stutters in your chest, you didn’t expect that, and you bite down on your lip to suppress the words threatening to spill out.

“You can call me anytime.”

He kisses you again, neither of you caring about the fact that you’re right outside of your house.

“See you, Marcus Pike.”

“See you, sweetheart.”

Those scenes from those terrible Hallmark movies where the guy or girl runs through the airport play on a loop in your mind.

It’s not quite like that.

Instead, it’s your dad speaking up for you as your mom scoffs and tuts at you for taking your future into your own hands. Booking a last-minute trip that you barely had time to pack for and your Dad driving just a little over the speed limit to ensure you don’t miss your flight.

It’s looking around the departure lounge for a sight of him that you never catch and spending the short time in the airport trying to work out if you’re even on the same flight as him.

He told you that he turns his phone onto airplane mod the second he steps into the airport, being self-conscious that he’ll forget to once he boards his plane, so you aren’t surprised when all of your calls go straight to voicemail.

You board the plane almost last, scanning the aisles for him and breathing out a disappointed sigh as you reach your seat, and you’ve still not spotted him.

Anxiety rises in the pit of your stomach as the plane takes off, and you realize that you’ve yet to book a hotel and or a rental car in DC.

It eases about an hour and forty-five minutes in - once the seatbelt signs have been switched off and a movie you’re not really paying attention to officially bores you to the point of no return.

He’s stalking down the aisle, staring down at the floor as he makes his way to his seat, which is four rows in front of your own.

You sit for about twenty-five minutes trying to work out what to say, and eventually, you give up, just unbuckling your seatbelt and taking a few tentative steps until you’re standing at the end of his aisle.

He glances up, clearly thinking you're a stewardess, and he gets ready to politely wave you away before he does a double take and rips out his earbuds.

“I-uh, I have a big interview for this incredible opportunity on Monday, and I completely forgot to book a hotel and a rental car… Any chance you could help me out?”

Butterflies take flight in your tummy as that gorgeous dimple makes an appearance, a goofy smile spreading across his face as he nods, “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

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More dad Kylian x wife reader where he has twin daughters and his just outnumber by girls In the family, and also them maybe visiting the rest of the Mbappe’s

.𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad!kylian mbappe x reader

.𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Kylian is a girl dad

.𝑪𝑾: Fluff

.𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Heyy my loves, first imagine of 2023 happy new year, I have many requests in my inbox trust me I saw all of the requests, I’ll try to work on them asap as soon as I can also bcs some requests are very specific and I need time to think a lot on what I’m going to write I’m not trying to rush, anyways hope you enjoy this

It was a busy day at the Mbappe household, I mean everyday it’s a busy day specially when you have 3 girls

When y/n and Kylian were pregnant for the first time everyone thought it’d be a boy, specially since for the Mbappe every first born is a boy, but this time it was different, but they were still very happy, Kylian was very excited to be a ‘dad girl’

When their first daughter ‘Kelila Mbappe’ was born, it was obvious that she was a daddy’s girl. Every time he would leave for games she would cry all the time and have trouble sleeping until she heard his voice

Sometimes you would be jealous, your daughter was stealing your husband from you, but you let it slide because you loved them both

Then your second and third daughters came along ‘Kaori’ and ‘Kalina’ like their older sister, they were also really close to their dad, and just like him they loved football

“Kyky are they ready” you asked him while walking up the stairs with your older daughter who was ready to go to her grandparents house, they were going to a family reunion

“Yea I’m just helping Kaori find her bracelet” replied back your husband peaking from Kaori’s room

“Alright, is Kalina awake now” your younger daughter who was 1 year old had slept the whole morning after she kept you two awake for the whole night

“Yes she’s here with us she’s all ready” she was wearing a maroon outfit, meanwhile your two eldest were basically matching too, me and Kylian also decided to match with out princesses

I went into Kaori’s room to find my two daughters playing in the bed while my husband was still looking for the bracelet. “Kaori do you really need to wear the bracelet, I could just lend you one of mine” my oldest daughter said, she really wanted to leave but her sister really didn’t want to go without her bracelet

My daughter sight and said “no need it’s okay daddy we can find it another day” she said in a little voice “I want to see Isaiah and Lana I miss them” she said getting up from her bed, I’d say my daughter is mature for a 4yo but sometimes she really liked to act like a baby mostly because she would sometimes get jealous of her baby sister

“Okay we really have to go now, your mom is calling me” I told Kylian while leaving my daughter’s room going downstairs and opening the front door, my husband came downstairs with our two daughters being carried by him “ok i will put Kalina in her chair, Kaori and Kelina please enter the car”

“Oui maman(yes mom)” they both answered as they entered the car

Soon my husband found himself behind the wheel after putting everything in the back

We started out journey to the Mbappé household, we were listening to Tayc,(my favourite French singer😩) Kylian placed his hand on my thigh, while humming to another one of his songs while occasionally looking at me with a smile

Just reminds me how much I love him and how much we’ve been through together

Me and Kyky met a long time, we both lived in Bondy in the same neighbour, our parents were friends and for as long as I remember, I’ve always been in love with him

I would always go to his parent’s house and vice versa my parents loved him and according to him his parents loved me too

We started dating when we were 15 and got married soon at the age of 19, best decision we could ever make, everything that happened after that is history leading to where we are now

I’ll always be proud of him, I’ve always been his biggest supporter along side with his parents and siblings, I knew he would make it, even tho we had complications after he left for Monaco, we still made it work, I’d always have time to go and watch his matches and show him my support

“Mon amour” I heard him say to me, I looked up and he asked “are you okay?”

“Oui yea I’m good just thinking, can’t wait to see your family I mean our family” I said back smiling at him and he smiled back taking my hand in his and kissing the back of it

Skip to when you arrive

So we arrived at their house, and our two eldest went running to the doorstep to ring the bell, as soon as Fayza opened the door the two little girls jumped on her and started pampering her in kisses then went inside while Fayza waited for us by the door

“Salute maman” I said to Fayza as I walked up to her, she smiled and hugged me

“Salute ma fille, you look so beautiful, how have you been, has my son been treating you and the girls right” she asked as she broke the hug but continued holding your hand

“As always maman vous n'avez pas besoin de vous inquiéter(you don’t need to worry), we have been okay the girls have been well behaved so has Kyky” you both giggled as Kylian approached you both

“Arrête de se moquer de moi(stop making fun of me)” he said as he went and gave his mom a kiss and handed her Kalina “how are you maman” he asked as he hugged me from behind

“You know I’ve been good just missed you guys, come on Jires and Melissa are already inside with the kids” she said as we all entered the house

We went inside and this was definitely a family reunion, I saw my two daughters already playing with Isayah and Lena in the backyard which was very well decorated

Me and Kylian greeted everyone then we went our separate ways, I went to talk to Melissa and Fayza while he went to talk to his father and older brother, Ethan was busy playing fifa but he did come now and then to talk for a big and play with the kids

Then it was time to eat and we all went to the table, I was sitting next to Kyky with Kalina on my lap since she needed help to eat, the adults were talking about everything when the topic of kids came up

“So Kyks and y/n when are you finally having a little boy for Isayah to play with” Wilfred asked us then everyone turned to us

“Well we’ll have to wait another 3 months to figure that out” Kylian said while holding my hand and looking at me smiling

“Omg congratulations” everyone started cheering and asking questions when was I due how long we had know about it and everything like that, the kids knew about it they’re just good at keep secrets

After we all settled down we started eating and making small talk it was nice

Then me and Kylian went back outside to have some alone time while the kids were inside with their cousin

I sat on his lap as he hugged my waist, we were just looking at the stars

“Are you happy” I asked him out of the blue, I don’t think he heard me because he looked at me confused so I repeated “are you happy with you life rn”

“Of course I am mon amour” he replied and kissed my temple, I smiled and looked at him “I am very happy that I have you and our kids our three beautiful girls”

“That look exactly like you” I said and we both laughed “your genes are very strong”

“Yes they are, I hope this next one looks like you tho” he said and I got shy so I hid in his neck, he laughed and made me look at him

“I always wanted my baby to have your eyes, thank you for putting up with me, for encouraging and believing in me in times that even I didn’t believe in, and thank you for giving me our family our beautiful family I couldn’t have been more grateful, I couldn’t have asked for a better wife” he said all this while making eye contact with me

I was a crying mess atp but it was the hormones I swear

We both hugged and then we kissed, I love my husband, have I ever told you that

“Thank you for loving me and our children, we couldn’t have asked for a better dad” I said and kissed him again “I hope we have a boy this time, I also need a momma’s boy” I smiled and he smiled back

After that we continued talking about our future and the future baby

Skip to a few months later, specifically 7 months later

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thirtysevenodddogs · 14 days

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TEENAGE DREAM

Chapter 2 - Ripe and Ready

Pairings: Main-Joel Miller x Ofc/Reader/You (reader has a name)

Secondary- Joel x Tess / Mentioned- Ellie x Riley, Tommy x Maria

Fic Warnings: 30/y Age Difference, Joel is 48, Reader is 18, Underage for Ch1 (Legal in the State of Texas), Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Play, Use of Sex Toys, Outdoor Sex, Squirting, Sex Tapes, Infidelity, Rough Sex, Spitting, Face Slapping, DV, Unwanted Pregnancy, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Anal Sex, Rimming (Both M/F and F/M), Light-Skinned Ofc, Athletic/Curvy Ofc

Word Count: 3.2K

AU-No Cordyceps Outbreak/Sarah is alive

BFD!Joel Miller

Joel Miller is having an affair with his daughters’ best friend.

Cover image by @beskarandblasters

Banners and dividers by @saradika-graphics

A brief special mention to @paanchusblog for trying to protect my story and letting me know it was originally written by In_Madness on AO3. It is I, I am we, we are me! I am re-editing all the chapters. I haven't linked my account so that new readers don't go over there and read all the garbagé I haven't edited yet. XD

Three months later

"Aah!" You wince, hissing at the sharp, burning sensation of the needle gliding against the taunt skin of your hip. Sarah's sitting beside you, nose deep in a scrapbook filled with the artists' designs, while Ellie hoovers over Arlo's shoulder, looking down as he works on you.

"Don't be a fucking baby, Jen", She says, rolling her eyes at your grimace.

You and Sarah have been eighteen all of five minutes, Ellie's been eighteen for two weeks, and this slow torture you're putting yourself through is a pact you all made a long time ago.

It was decided just days after you’d met each other when, at 15 years old, all three of you realized your birthdays happened almost all in the same month. All three of you declared then and there that you would be friends forever. Then Ellie made you swear that by the time you turned eighteen, you would celebrate your last year of high school and your first year of adulthood by getting permanently marked by, in her words, "The fucking coolest guy ever" . She then showed you a bunch of pictures of intricate tattoos designed by a cute blonde guy named Arlo DiCristina, whose body was almost entirely covered in tattoos. To this day, you think Arlo is probably the only guy Ellie’s ever had a little crush on, even if she denies it.

"Dad's gonna kill us”, Sarah says, looking up from Arlo's book straight at her sister, who already has a strip of shiny cling wrap around her wrist covering the bright yellow smiley face you all had agreed on. “You know that, right?”.

Ellie rolls her eyes, tilting her head back and groaning, pinching the bridge of her nose for a second as if asking all the gods she can think of to give her the strength to deal with you both. She's always had a short fuse, but this is her idea, and you are doing it. So she has to suck it up.

She exhales and gestures toward the front of the shop, "Which is why Uncle Tommy's here!", she tells you as if this should have been obvious already. The man in question, Tommy, is leaning against the counter, flirting away with the pretty receptionist and barely even paying attention to any of you. "If dad's pissed, we just tell him he brought us, and then he'll be pissed at him". She shrugs. And honestly, coming from her, that's as solid a plan as any.

And Tommy, well…

Tommy is sweet, really. He's also kind of a sucker for his nieces, and he thinks Joel is too uptight; he's also only 25 and practically Joel's third child, you think to yourself, turning your head to look at him with his easy smile and his innocent-looking freckled face. Joel would be mad at him for half a day at most, and then you all get away with it.

You realize it is a solid plan, and you have to give it to her. Ellie might be adopted, but she's a Miller through and through, and she knows all too well how to play both her uncle and her father like finely-tuned fiddles.

Tommy isn’t dumb enough to pay for the tattoos when Sarah and Ellie join forces and try to convince him it would be the perfect birthday gift. However, he does buy all of you ice cream afterward and promises you'd each get to have ONE beer at the surprise pool party next Friday that none of you are supposed to know about. Ellie and Sarah because it is for them, and you because the Millers realize you wouldn't be able to keep it a secret. Not that Tommy had. He was more of a slightly older friend to all of you than an actual adult.

And anyway, one secret between you and them is enough, and it’s not like a small one. You slept with their dad! And most days, you still feel like shit about it and can hardly look them in the face any time you remember.

"That right there is fucking ridiculous". Tommy says, shaking his head and leaning against the kitchen counter. He takes a deep gulp from his beer and points the now-empty bottle at where you're all hanging out in his backyard. Sarah, Ellie, and you. And all your little friends. Fucking high school kids! Joel reminds himself.

He looks because, of course, he does. You have been avoiding their home for the past three months, and Joel's glad you have because seeing you up close again feels like a fucking bucket of ice-cold water hitting him straight in the face. He knew your age. Oh! He fucking knew your age, but in the middle of the night, all alone and in the heat of the moment, he’d convinced himself that you didn't LOOK it, that your body was a woman's body, mature and ripe and ready for the picking. Now he looks at you standing next to Sarah, wearing a pair of denim shorts and a white tank top, and he hates himself a little because you do look so fucking young, shiny and new. He hates himself because your face still has what looks almost like baby fat around your dimpled cheeks, and your smile is so innocent, and it fucking hurts a little how much he still wants. It hurts a little when his cock twitches as he notices the straps of a bikini peeking out the back of your shorts. The sight of your gorgeous round ass, when you lean over, has him swallowing the sudden mouthful of saliva that floods his mouth in the split second when he remembers your taste, the fucking scent down between your legs. He catches himself hoping that you’ll decide to swim and that when you take your clothes off, he gets to see all that plump and perky YOUTH .

"... fucking hiked her dress up to get it on her hip" Tommy's still talking, and Joel snaps his eyes back to his brother, hoping no one’s noticed how he’s looking at you.

"What?" He asks, frowning a little.

Tommy chuckles, popping the cap off a fresh beer bottle with the silver ring he wears on his right hand. "The tattoos you almost fucking decked me over? You think it's bad that Saraha and Ellie got it on their wrists? Jenna got it on her hip. She pulled up her dress to get on the table and everything. Those legs, man? That ass? I had to push my crotch into the corner of a counter and pretend I wasn't looking". He hisses when the back of Maria's hand makes sharp contact with the side of his face.

"She's the same age as your nieces, you perv!" She scolds him, getting the food ready for the grill.

"Ouch!... Yeah, which is fucking 18 as of six days ago", he mumbles, rubbing at the red mark high on his cheek. "Besides..." he takes another drink. "Is not like I'm gonna do anything. She's cute, but..." he pauses, smiling and wrapping his arms around his girlfriend's body. "You know I like you best, baby", he laughs and smacks a loud kiss against her shoulder before grabbing the food to take it outside.

"It is a little too much, right?" Tess says, standing next to Joel now, looking out at the deck while Maria follows Tommy, telling the kids to get ready to eat and calling Ellie and Abby to come out of the pool. "I mean, Tommy's an idiot, but I don't remember anyone I went to high school with ever looking like that". There's a frown on her face, almost like she tastes something funny.

Joel shrugs and turns his back to the yard, pretending he's too busy to care. "Tommy just likes to rile Maria up. You know how he is", he tells her.

He grabs a case of beer and dumps it in the cooler to take outside. And he's right. Tommy’s a little inappropriate, but he’d never go that far. “The girls are 18. I may not like it, but they're grown", he goes on, and it's almost like he's trying to convince himself.

He picks up the cooler with one arm and gives her a soft smile, a kiss against her smooth skin, so much alike and yet so different from the easy and playful way his brother had just done to his girl. "Come on, let's go drink and pretend we're not just babysitting a bunch of hormonal teenagers", he chuckles, wrapping his free arm around her and pulling her along as another wave of teens walks into the yard from the side gate.

You wake up with a start, scrunching up your nose at the balled-up dirty sock right in your face. "Ugh, come on, Ellie!" You groan and stretch, sitting up on the thin air mattress on the floor next to her bed. You squit in the dim moonlight coming in from her window and wait for your eyes to adjust.

She's lying, limbs akimbo, half on top of the covers and half on top of her girlfriend, snoring softly into her ear. Poor Riley , you think, because that just can't be comfortable.

You get up, trying to make as little noise as possible, yawning and scratching at your arm. You realize you fell asleep in your denim shorts and chlorine-soaked swimsuit, and you feel a little gross and a hell of a lot uncomfortable.

You walk over to your backpack and grab the PJs you brought. It’s really just an old worn top and a pair of fleece shorts from the athletics team uniform. You look over your shoulder, making sure you don't wake your friends up, and you take off your jeans and bikini and slip into your PJs as fast as possible. You already feel a little better, loose, relaxed, and comfy.

You look at Ellie's alarm clock, the little red light blinking 1:30 a.m. over and over again. You think about laying back down, but your stomach groans, and your throat feels scratchy. You look at the door a little nervously.

You haven't been back here since THAT night. And all day today, you didn't even have to think about it. Too busy having fun, swimming, and playing ping pong with Riley and sneaking around with Ellie and Sarah and Tommy to have that beer he'd promised you, which in reality had been just a sip each from a brand new bottle he'd popped open with his ring, right in front of you, preening a little at his ‘party trick’ and winking at you with a smirk on his face as Ellie and Sarah rolled their eyes.

You'd barely even seen Joel, and even tho it was one am, you were still scared of walking down that hall in the dark, past his bedroom door, and down the stairs. Those fucking stairs, you press your legs together and feel your core tighten up with the memory of his face buried between them and of the carpet burn you found on your lower back the next day,

Your stomach grumbles again, and you roll your eyes. "Fine! I'm going", you sigh, looking down at your treacherous belly and hoping that a quick trip to the kitchen is worth it.

The room turns bright.

"Jesus!" You jump, startled, and straighten back up, clutching the tub of ice cream you’d just been digging out from the freezer up to your chest as you turn around to find Tommy with his hand still against the light switch.

"You really shouldn't be walking around in the dark, Darlin", he chuckles. A toothy grin blossoms on his face as he pushes you aside and opens the fridge, taking out what looks like day-old chicken, lifting the lid of the container, and giving it a sniff before shrugging and shutting the door again. "Want some chicken?" He offers easy and smooth, grabbing a fork from out of a drawer, and you're still just standing there, painfully aware that you're not wearing anything under your shorts or t-shirt as his eyes scan over your body.

He licks at his lip and leans back against the counter, staring at you, a half-chewed piece of chicken in his mouth. He winks at you and immediately burps, chuckling again when you roll your eyes. "What?"

"You're gross. You know that right?" you say, finally relaxing and grabbing a spoon.

Tommy's cool, you think. He’s flirty and funny, and you know there's never any intention behind it. He is also closer to you, Ellie, and Sarah's age than any other adult you know. He's almost like a friend, you suppose, more so than an actual grown-up.

He shrugs and just keeps eating, poking at your right hip with his fork when you lean on the counter next to him. "How's that healing up?" he asks.

You look down at the fork, softly digging into the fabric of your shorts. "It's good; it's also on the other side". You smile, shoveling a big spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. You turn to him and think of what to say next, just to keep the conversation going, when suddenly, there's a loud THUMP above you, followed by a muffled groan.

Tommy laughs quietly. "Holly shit, he's losing it", he looks at you as if trying to get you in on the joke, you frown looking up at him confused, his eyes go wide as if he's surprised that you don't get it, and then there's and other muffled groan and a woman's voice now saying his name, Joel. "Oh..." You get it now.

"That's the sound of an old man having sex, sweetheart, in a house full of sleeping teenagers". He shakes his head, whispering under his breath, "That old dog", and then he just goes back to his day-old chicken as if he didn't just shatter your perception of reality.

You look up at the ceiling then, almost wishing that you could see through it, see them. You knew Joel was with someone. You'd even met her before. Tess. All tall and pretty and redhead and… older. She probably knows how to do things you can't even imagine, how to make him feel things other than guilt and regret.

Your stomach hurts.

You scoop more ice cream onto your spoon, and you say it. You don't even know why you say it or why you say it to him. But just as you push the cold vanilla-flavored cream into your mouth, you look at Tommy and say it.

"Can I suck your cock?"

You swallow.

There's a soft clatter and then chicken all over the floor, and you're pretty sure he's stopped breathing. The ice cream is melting away on the counter, and he's just staring at you, mouth gaping and eyes almost bugged out of his head.

"Tommy?" You whisper, a little scared, "Tommy..."

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" His voice is high and loud, and you both stop and listen just to make sure you can still hear the soft thumping of Joel's bed against his wall.

"Christ! Tom, you could have just said no", you say, and start getting down on your knees to pick up his mess. He actually jumps back, like a startled cat, as if you're just gonna reach and pull his dick out of his pants anyway. You roll your eyes at him. "It was just a stupid question" you grumble and start throwing the food back into its container.

"What the fuck Jenna?!" He repeats, quieter now, "Who asks that?" he gets down on the floor to help you.

"I... I don't know". You shrug, trying to seem calm about it, and the truth is, you do know, you know that your guts are twisting up inside you, and you can still hear them groaning, and Joel’s bed's still moving, and you want to hurt him.

Tommy frowns. "Do you even want to?" he asks, helping you up after you're done and throwing the trash away. He looks so confused.

"Maybe..." You say, biting your lip. "I've never... you know", you gesture awkwardly at his crotch. "I mean, I did once, but not really. I just licked it a little, and it was over". You then notice that the noise from Joel's bedroom has stopped, and you look at the stairs.

Tommy sighs. "One day, you're gonna ask the wrong guy, babe, and he's gonna say yes". He grabs the ice cream from the counter and tucks it away in the freezer. "Go back to bed" he pats the top of your head like you're just a funny little pet and walks away, back to the made-up couch you hadn't even fucking noticed.

And you wonder then if Joel IS the wrong guy.

"I'll see you". Joel smiles, kissing Tess goodbye at the door. It's almost 11, but it's a Saturday, so he thinks he'll let you guys sleep a little longer. He walks to the kitchen, landing a swift kick to the back of the couch. Tommy can sleep-in at his own place in his own time. "Get up, you dick. Help me make breakfast".

"Five more minutes, Daddy". Tommy groans and just turns over, yelping and sitting up, when another kick lands on the armrest, waaay too close to his head. "Get up!" Joel snarls.

"I'm up! I'm up!"

They've been in the kitchen for 30 minutes when the soft sound of girlish giggling floats down the stairs, and a woosh of sparkly swimsuits and too many limbs rush past them and out onto the deck. Joel looks up to see Ellie, Riley, and Abby jumping straight into the pool, laughing out loud while Sarah lays down on a patch of grass, and then, there's you. A little slower than the others, but not any less sincere, a vast, beautiful smile on your face as you take your time rubbing sunscreen down your arms, over your perky breasts, and taunt, soft belly.

He hears a deep sigh beside him and then Tommy's voice "I dunno if I'm a saint or the biggest fucking idiot I know". He sighs, turning to look at Joel. "She asked me if she could suck my dick last night, said she'd never done it before" he nods his head at you, a bit of a dazed look on his face while he pulls out plates.

"SHIT!" Joel shouts, shaking out his hand and sucking the finger he'd just burnt against the stove into his mouth "What the fuck Tommy?"

"Hey! Is not like I said yes", Tommy adds quickly, hands up in the air like he's pleading his innocence. "Maria would fucking kill me, but man, you should have seen her. I'm pretty sure she wasn't wearing any underwear..."

Joel wants to throw up.

He can hear the blood rushing in his ears, he can see you lying down in the sun, and he can fucking picture it so clearly.

Tommy's fist wrapped in your hair, pulling your head back, your big brown eyes looking up at him, that perfect pouty mouth opening up, your soft, breathy moans as you take him in. There’s vile coming up his throat.

"... got down on her knees and everything". Tommy's still talking and setting up the table.

"SHUT UP!" Joel yells so loud that the silence that follows is deafening. There's no laughter, no water splashing; it is as if time itself goes still. He's heaving, and Tommy's eyes are on him.

He's gonna be sick.

#Mia's fic #Teenage Dream #The Las Of Us #The Last of Us Fanfiction #Joel Miller #Joel Miller Fic #Joel Miller Smut #Joel Miller x Reader #Joel Miller x You #Joel Miller x Ofc #Best Friend's Dad #18+

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jasmyluv · 1 year

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005. Study buddy + sleeping brother

as you and childe walk down the sidewalk on your way to komore teahouse, he kept ranting about heizou.

"he has the nerve to ask you on a study date? like he can! i would have to die before anyone gets to lay a hand on my precious baby sister!" you listen, well, only half. you tried to remember all the words you were supposed to be practicing.

"wait, what? ajax, one, i'm old enough to get asked on a date. two, anyone has the right to ask me on a date. i mean, who wouldn't? three, we're the same age. how am i your "precious baby sister"?" you two bicker like children fighting over a toy.

you finally reach komore teahouse, also reaching the end of your argument. you walk inside, being met with the calm atmosphere and the clean building. god damn, this is better than my dorm…

"hi, [name]!" you heard a voice all too familiar.

"ohh, hi, heizou! this is childe. childe, this is heizou." you introduce the two to each other.

"…hi." childe said with a flat tone, barely even raising his hand to wave back.

"anyway, there's our table. we can start studying, if you want." heizou states, pointing at an empty table with a dictionary and flashcards.

"oh, alright. we can start." you say, getting comfy in your seat. childe sits beside you, staring at heizou while doing so. heizou looks at him, and chuckles awkwardly and proceeds to sit across from you.

"ok, how this works is i'll give you half of these flashcards. after looking at the word, you ask the other person how to spell that word." he explains, setting up your deck of cards with meticulous words unknown to any other student, that is, if they're childe.

"alright. ok, heizou. spell onomatopoeia." you ask the first question.

"o-n-o-m-a-t-o-p-o-e-i-a." he spells the word with no hesitation. he seemed confident. really confident.

"alright, my turn. [name], spell uncopyrightable."

"u-n-c-o-p-y-r-i-g-h-t-a-b-l-e." you say with the same amount of confidence as heizou did.

"huh, looks like i've found a worthy opponent." he compliments you, only to receive quiet snores from a certain ginger, who was now drooling on the table he was laying on.

"haha, don't think he'll be much help. let's continue."

you spend the whole afternoon studying with heizou and a sleeping childe. not your ideal afternoon, but you'll know it will help you during the challenge.

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Of All People... - scaramouche x fem!reader smau

SYNOPSIS When you, a student who finds her best friend admits the terrors of high school. A best friend who've you'd hated ever since he left. Of all people, why was he the one to make you swoon, a person you swore to hate?

Fun facts!

Heizou is naturally flirty in this au

Childe doesn't have common sense

Kazuha will always be a red flag in Signora's heart

Shinobu doesn't have a crush on Heizou :)

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rose-pearls · 11 months

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Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw - Masterlist

Hi! Welcome to my Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw Masterlist, there are other Top Gun characters that I write for and that you can find right here - Requests are open

If you want to have a look at other fandoms I write for it is on my Main Masterlist

Oneshots:

Hospitals and the Dagger Squad

Your brother Bob was in an accident and you decide to go check on him. As you meet his sort of boyfriend Hangman you also meet Rooster who makes your heart beat faster.

Beach day

A day at the beach gets interrupted by your one night stand Hangman and by your old boyfriend Rooster, chaos follows.

Yours - Conan Gray

You fell in love with Rooster the moment you met him but quickly realise he never loved you the same way, yet you can't stop going back to him.

Baby Nick and his niece

The Dagger squad gets ready to leave San Diego to enjoy the snow during the holidays with your four year old son. While you are pregnant with Bob and Hangman's baby girl

Little chick costume

Rooster's birthday is celebrated with your son Nick and your one year old Tom.

Matchmaking pool game

At your friends birthday you see the guy with who she spent the best night of her life, while trying to get them back together you meet a pilot named Rooster.

You were bigger than the whole sky

Medusa and her WSO Clover were supposed to win Top Gun but an incident with Phoenix and then Hangman causes one of them to lose each other.

An interrupted beach day

Stacy and you were supposed to have a relax beach day but it is interrupted by a football and a handsome pilot.

Office hours - Part 2

Bradley and you can't stand your bosses flirting/arguing so you decide to get them together. (Relationships: Icemav, bob x hangman (mentioned), Bradley x reader)

Prompts:

The Great War

Series:

Childhood infatuation

Viper's daughter had been in love with Bradley since the tender age of four but after overhearing a conversation between Bradley and his friends she decides to move on, with Hangman. Part 1 - Viper Part 2 - Hangman Part 3 - Rooster Part 4 - Thunder Epilogue

Dawn

Dawn is Hangman's little sister and has been called back to Top Gun but when she sees her ex, Rooster, back she drags Bob into a fake relationship. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Epilogue

Arrow

As the eldest daughter of Ice people had thought you would be exactly like him but that was your little sister. Everyone has always overlooked you but a special mission will be your time to shine alongside a handsome pilot. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 - The end

The Summer I Turned Pretty

Based on the series Part 1 Part 2

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spiderbaby123 · 11 months

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Local freak

(Ao'nung x reader)

AN: first time writing in a long time so please go easy on my soul. Helpful criticism is welcomed.

Summary: y/n is a lot like Kiri and is often made fun of for it. Ao'nung and his friends often pick on her. One day she walks in on her parents discussing her Arranged Marriage/Mate... Dun dun dun... It's Ao'nung. She has a hard time dealing with it as she already has a crush on Neteyam. Slowly though she sees how Ao'nung changes towards her, making grounds for her childhood crush on him to return.

Also she and Tsireya are besties.

For as long as I could remember I have known Eywa, seen her in the fish and plants, felt her in the water, and heard her in the wind. Often times just admiring the nature around me to be close to her. The other kids my age didn't sense Eywa the way I did and would often make fun of me for it. More often my best friends brother would. Ao'nung called me a freak, he had all his friends joining him in the nickname. At first it got to me, I was a wee little thing and had a massive crush on the boy that Tsireya called brother. She always told me not to let it get to me and with time, I had learned to. When the Sully's came a happiness washed over me as a met Kiri, a girl close to my age, who had the same connection to Eywa as I did. That happiness quickly washed away one day when Ao'nung and his goons found Kiri and I in the shallows watching the sand one day.

"What are they doing?"

"I dont know, theyre just looking at the sand."

They sarted laughing and Kiri lifted her head out of the water, much to my dismay. I knew they were trouble.

"Huh? What'd you say?"

"Are you some kind of..." Ao'nung glanced at me and smirked as I lifted my head to listen, "Freak?"

"He asked if you are a freak, like her." One of them added pointing to me

My eyes dropped and I frowned at the word, while Kiri just scoffed and shook her head. "No." She started to walk away.

"Are you sure?"

I started to walk with her but so did the boys, hot on our tails.

"I mean you are hanging out with our local freak. Plus you are not even real Na'vi, look at these hands." My eyes stung at words Ao'nung spoke.

He rushed forward grabbing at Kiri's hand. "I mean look at them!" The entire interaction earning giggles from his friends.

"Hey!" We heard as Lo'ak rushed over in an effort to free us from the tormentors. "Back of fish lips!"

"Oh, another 4 fingered freak." Ao'nung said teasingly. "Look at his little baby tail!" One teased as he pulled at his tail.

Lo'ak turned and shoved the boy "Don't touch me!" the others started teasing him more. "Oh baby tail, baby tail!" Kiri interjected this time, "Leave us alone!" I stayed quiet mostly,knowing it wouldnt help anything. "Lo'ak, Kiri, lets just leave, ok?" I said quiet as I could with them still able to hear.

Ao'nung looked at me and smirked. "What? Are you jealous from the lack of attenion, our local freak?" He started towards me. While the others continued at Lo'ak. Just as Ao'nung had gotten close to me Neteyam stepped in between us, pushing him back to the other goons and away from Lo'ak as well.

"You heard what Kiri said." He spoke in a low commanding voice. "Leave them alone." He said while pointing his finger at Ao'nung. "Oh big brother coming-" one of Ao'nung's friends started but Ao'nung stopped him staring at Neteyam. "Back off," His stern voice was honestly enough to make me swoon, "Now." He added.

Ao'nung glanced in the direction of us and then backed up slightly while throwing his hands up in mock surrender, smirking all the same. "Smart choice, and from now on, I need you to respect my sister," he paused for a second, "and y/n." He turned to us. "Let's go." We started walking.

"bbuh-byeee" one of the goons said waving carelessly. "Look at them theyre all freaks. The whole family. Bet y/n feels right home." Lo'ak stopped and turned. "Lo'ak." Neteyam spoke almost as a warning. Scratch that. It definitely was a warning.

He held his hand up at Neteyam. "I got this, bro." He walked over to the group. He held his hand up. "I know this hand looks funny. I'm a freak, alien." He said waving it around in front of Ao'nong's face. "But it can do something really cool. Watch." The group watched him. "First I ball it up real tight like this, okay? Then." Lo'ak punched Ao'nung in his smug face causing him to be stunned enough for Lo'ak to land 2 more, cause him to fall back. I almost laughed as Lo'ak spewed out his next words. "Its called a punch, bitch! Don't ever touch my sister again!" And that started a full on brawl between all the boys, Neteyam even joining in.

"Y/n, I cant bemeanth you would get caught up in all of this.. This.. This trouble making!" Mother was pacing back and forth in our marui. "This is not the behaviour the next Tsahik should be showing!" She shouts and then quickly covers her mouth as I stare at her mouth agape.

"W-what do you mean next Tsahik?" I ask confused and heart rushing. My father interjects now as my mother looks worriedly towards him. "Y/n, we wanted to tell you after the festival, but I suppose now is as good of a time as ever..."

Thats when they told me. I am to be mated with Ao'nung.. Apparently his mother has seen how connected with Eywa I am asked for my hand to Ao'nung s at a very young age..

I am destined to my worst tormentor. I'll admit Ao'nung is attractive on a surface level but... He's an asshole. And quite frankly I've had eyes for another hear recently, Neteyam. I suppose I'll have to abandon ship now. I dont want to but my parents have told me this is a great honor and our family will benefit from it. I have decided from this day on I will ask Ronal to start my training. I dont have to love Ao'nung but I should at least be an amazing Tsahik.

*a few days later*

I had been avoiding the group. Tsireya had confronted me and I told her of my being promised to someone but not who.

"Y/n, you don't have to avoid Neteyam, just tell him what you told me. He'll understand." Tsireya said softly to me, seeing how much it hurt me.

And so I did.

"I understand.." Neteyam said looking down at the sand we were sitting on. "Y/n, you dont have to go with it if you dont want to... I know youre parents have arranged it but, you dont seem very happy. Is it someone you dislike?" Neteyam asked. My tears started to form when he asked and I nodded my head. "Then dont do it." He said as he brushed my tears away when they fell. "I have to Neteyam.." I shook my head while saying it. "Why?" He asked simply, as if it were normal to turn down an arranged mate.

"I.. It.." I stuggled for words. Taking a deep shake breath, I finally told him who it was. "I-it is a great honor.. To be selected for.." I paused unsure of my own sentence. "To be chosen as the next Tsahik." I looked down as I said the last part. I heard Neteyam gasps slightly. "You mean you.." I shook my head yes looking to him with more tears than before. Neteyam started to comfort me as I sobbed into his chest.

Little did we know, someone was watching.. Listening.

~the next day~

I was walking to Tsireya's marui when I heard a commotion from the inside. Stopping just before entering the home, I watched as Ao'nung stormed out, glancing my way in the process and ducking to the opposite direction quickly. I poked my head through the doorway a few moments later to see Ronal there with Tonwari. "E-excuse me.." They both looked at me with softness in their eyes. "I-is Tsireya here?" I asked timidly, silently hoping she wasnt a part of whatever that was. "She is on the beach with the Sulley's." Tonwari spoke first giving me a look almost like pity.

I left quickly to search for them on the beach, only to run into Ao'nung's goons. Him not in sight though, oddly enough.

"Look it's the local freak!" One shouted as his friends laughed. I clenched my jaw and tried to keep walking. A hand stopped me though..

"Whats wrong? Are you missing your friends?" I just looked at him not responding, but standing my ground as he stepped in front of me. "Awe she cant even respond, she misses them so much." He looked around, seeing no adults he smiled deviously. "Lets help her to get to them." With that he grabbed me, while the other boys joined in. I was trying to get free but they had me lifted off the ground in a matter of seconds.

"Put me down!" I shouted trying to kick my legs free as they carried me towards the higher grounds close be. "Let go!" I was hoping someone would hear but it hadnt seemed so.

"Oh so can speak?" The main one started. "Well if you ask nicely." He smirked as they came up to the edge of the higher ground area. Fear started to come over me as I realized they were planning to throw me over.

"Let go of her!" They all looked in the directions as I tried to get free more frantically now.

"Ha! Good idea Ao'nung!" The main goon laughed and started to swing me towards the edge with the others.

The next thing to happen shocked me. And everyone else too. Ao'nung punched the guy, making him drop me. The others following suit. I fell to the ground with a thud, staring at Ao'nung with the rest of them.

"What the hell man?! Why are you defending the local freak?!" He shouted at Ao'nung, who had his chest puffed out like he was ready to attack the other male.

"Leave her alone. And dont touch her again." Ao'nung said menacingly. I stared in disbelief along with the rest of them.

"What? Did you hit your head or something??" He asked again. Not getting a response he looked at me again a smirk playing on his lips as if planning something, but Ao'nung stepped in front of his gaze.

Finally the group left. Leaving me and Ao'nung alone. "Why did you defend me?" I asked quietly as his demeanour had yet to change from its aggressive state. He turned and looked at me slowly. "I over heard you yesterday." He stated simply. My brain racked itself to figure what he meant. "What?"

He faced me fully now. "My parents confirmed it this morning." I looked at him still confused. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Y/n, if you are going to be my mate, can you at least use your brain a little better?" He asked and my eyes widened when I realized. "I-" "Save it." He offered me a hand and helped me up.

From that day on he was nice to me and defended me from bullys slowly making me fall for him.

~8 weeks later~

It had been a month since Ao'nung's right of passage ceremony and he had yet to ask me to mate. Hell we hadnt even kissed... I was beginning to worry it wouldnt happen.

"Y/n." Ao'nung spoke softly. "What is troubling you?" He asked. I furrowed my brow, contemplating how to answer..

"A-Ao'nung.. Do you still not want to mate with me?" My question came out more timid than I had intended. He chuckled. "Is that what you are so worried about? You know, 2 months ago you would have punched me if I tried to even kiss you." "You say that like weve kissed now." I bit back at him in irritation. Ao'nung looked at me smiling as his laughter died down.

"Does that also trouble you?" He asked getting closer to me face. "I-i!" I couldnt form words now, my face getting hot and heart fluttering out of my chest.

Ao'nung got to the point where I could feel his breath on my lips. "Just say the word and I will do it." He stared into my eyes with a warm look. I couldn't move or speak, just stare back into his beautiful eyes. Slowly he started to back away smirking. "If you dont want me to-"

"I want you to!" I blurted out quickly, gripping his arm in attempt to stop him from moving back all the way.

His smirked turned into a smile "well, if you insist."

Ao'nung leaned forward again, this time he stopped again just before our lips touched. "Y/n," I opened my eyes not even realizing when I had closed them. "I see you." He said before connecting our lips.

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ellewritesandrants · 2 years

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Billy and Chrissy as Cousins AU

This started off as a wild and random idea but I wanted to see what would happen if I took it seriously

Imagine Neil moving back to Hawkins because he and his sister grew up there and he knew he could straighten his boy out if he took him away from all of the temptations California has. His older sister loves bragging about her daughter Chrissy so he wanted to see what her influence would do to him since they were the same age and maybe, he hoped that Chrissy would set Billy up with another good Christian girl like her and he’d be able to be as Neil wanted him to be. It’s been years since they last saw each other in person but he knew that they’d been talking for a while, and it may have been what kept his son away from some of the harder drugs and parties.

Imagine tiny chubby Billy meeting baby gymnast Chrissy at every other Thanksgiving and Christmas and all of the major holidays because they used to live in Indiana before Neil moved Billy to California to keep him away from his mother. Imagine Billy writing to Chrissy when they moved after he cries about missing his best friend and his dad just shoves him a piece of paper and a pen to shut him up since he can mail to his sister since he has things to send her anyway.

Once Billy figures out how to send mail, he and Chrissy keep up their correspondence all throughout their childhood and well into their teens. They tell each other everything and she’s the first to know he’s gay and she doesn’t mind at all. She makes sure that Billy gives Max a chance and that they grow to become real siblings because she’s always wanted a sibling so Billy needs to treat his sister the way she would or else she’d stop writing to him. She tells him all about her boyfriend whom Billy says is a complete tool and when she finds out he’s headed to Hawkins after a big beating, she promises to help him in any way she can and that she’ll make him learn to love Hawkins too. She also can’t wait to officially meet Max because Billy’s like her twin so Max is essentially her little sister too.

Imagine Chrissy eagerly telling her cheerleader friends about her cousin who was supposed to transfer to their school today. She hasn’t seen him in years and they don’t send pictures because it costs money to develop. She tells them that he’s a nice choir boy who ran a mini business with baked goods out of his best friend’s kitchen who’s always been on the honor roll and everyone was expecting this fat kid to arrive, looking like every single typical nerd since that was the last picture she had with Billy when all of a sudden a blue Camaro comes roaring into the parking lot and Chrissy squeals because Billy had told her he drove a blue Camaro. She runs to his car and out comes this literal Blond Adonis who immediately pulls her into a spinning hug, straight out of the movies without any difficulty whatsoever. Everyone there just stared in shock for a good minute.

“Chrissy Cat!”

“Billy Bear, you’re here! You look a lot different than you did before.”

Chrissy wrinkled her nose, looking up at him which was odd since the last time they met, they were the same height.

“I told you I got into the gym and working out, but you didn’t believe me.”

“Sorry but you told me you loved to cook and bake. How can you look like that and still cook and bake?”

“My best friend, Argyle and his family eats most of it, so they deal with the weight gain and the washing up while I just do the cooking and baking.”

Just as Billy finished speaking, they heard the first bell ring so Chrissy grabbed Billy’s hand and tugged him to the office, barely letting him lock up his car properly.

“Come on, Billy! We’re going to be late!”

“Hold your horses, Chris. Let me just lock ‘er up.”

“Hurry! First period starts in 15 minutes.”

“I walk fast. Done!”

Since Chrissy was also in all honors classes with her mom’s pressure, she made sure that she and Billy had the same schedule, so they didn’t have any problems. She’d also talked to the teachers in advance, telling them about her cousin and how she’d really appreciate it if they could sit together for the time being while he adjusted to moving to a new town from the city. He had no problem charming the teachers with his knowledge and his smile and by lunch time, Billy Hargrove was the name on everyone’s lips. The old-fashioned teachers pursed their lips at his attire but none of them couldn’t deny that the kid was intelligent, easily assimilating and actually reciting which threw the teachers into a loop since they didn’t expect it. All the girls were wondering who the hell he was and if he was single and honestly, so were some of the boys.

Chrissy didn’t even give Billy the chance to check out the other tables before she yanked him to her table with just the cheerleaders there. Chrissy had been dragging him around the school to every class and he’d just went along with it even if she was a whole head smaller than him. She was very strong even if she was tiny and she was also excited because she got to spend time with her favorite cousin who also happened to be her best friend. Chrissy didn’t even give them the time to interrogate Billy since she speed introduced everyone before asking him about lunch.

Since Chrissy and Billy were the last ones to the table, Chrissy offered to get Billy some food from the cafeteria since everyone else had already gotten food but Billy had declined since he’d packed a lunch and he’d immediately offered to share his with Chrissy once he saw what was offered. After years of wondering what his cooking tasted like, Chrissy happily took the offered sandwich and ate it. Billy had long since gotten used to sharing his food since his best friend in California preferred his food instead, even paying Billy to make his lunch instead of buying from the cafeteria.

“Hey, Bills, do you want me to get you lunch too? I know what’s good here so I can steer you in the right direction.”

Billy brought out his food containers and water jug, meticulously packed in his bag to avoid being crushed.

“No need, Chris. I brought my own. Who knows what they consider food down here?”

Chrissy slapped Billy jokingly on the arm.

“Hey! Don’t insult our food.”

“Seriously, look at my food and compare it to their lunches.”

Chrissy honestly knew that Billy’s would be better just from looks alone but she was also stubborn about proving that Hawkins was alright, so she didn’t budge.

“Come on, I’ll even give you some,” Billy wheedled. “I brought too much anyway since Max wanted to try the cafeteria food. Bet she’ll be begging me to make her lunch tomorrow.”

“That’s a sucker’s bet, Bills but I’ll try it anyway. You brag about your cooking enough that this better be something amazing.”

“Trust me, Chris. It’ll blow your socks off.”

Chrissy definitely wasn’t disappointed since she finished the sandwich in record time, and she was ecstatic when Billy brought out a Tupperware with cookies for dessert since she’d told him a long time ago that chocolate chip cookies were her favorite. She squealed again and hugged him before sharing the cookies with the rest of the cheerleaders whose eyes all widened at how good it was. Chrissy was in the middle of bragging about the different types of things Billy said he could make when a shadow casts itself over her.

“Babe, who’s this?” Jason grounded out.

Billy was immediately on edge, already puffing up his chest, raring for a fight.

“Oh, Jason! Sorry, I forgot to introduce you. Billy, this is Jason Carver, my boyfriend. Jason, this is Billy Hargrove, he’s my cousin on my mom’s side.”

All of a sudden, Jason’s demeanor changed with a flick of a switch. Billy didn’t trust it.

“Oh! Nice to meet the cousin that Chrissy speaks so highly about.” He said, offering his hand out.

Billy stood up, very obviously noting the height and muscle difference between him and Jason before shaking his hand a touch too firm for most people to handle. Jason winced but didn’t pull away.

“Pity I can’t say the same. Chris, is this the best you can do?” Billy asked, pointing at Jason.

Jason took offense to that but he didn’t dare make a scene.

“Hey!”

“Jason’s a good man, Billy. He goes to the same church as us and he’s the best basketball player in our year.” Chrissy protested.

Billy laughed after looking Jason up and down while Jason tried to intimidate him.

“Him? Sorry, sweetheart but I’d mop the floor with him on the court in a heartbeat. Let me guess, his GPA’s a 2.”

“It’s 2.5 actually!” Jason interjected.

Billy scoffed.

“Like that’s any better.”

“What’s yours then, hotshot?”

Billy smirked.

“It’s 4.0, Carver. See you on the court later. Let’s see if you can keep up good enough that I’ll allow you to keep dating my cousin.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.”

Jason huffed before returning to his table. Chrissy slapped Billy on the arm, for real this time.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“Don’t pick a fight with my boyfriend, Billy.”

“Chris, I know for a fact you can do so much better than that asshole. Why are you even with him?”

Heather, Chrissy’s best female friend finally interjected.

“He’s the next in line king of the school after Steve Harrington dropped the crown. She’s the Queen of Hawkins High as long as they’re together and I’m guessing you know how much Sharon loves those things.”

“You’re telling me that Aunt Sharon likes that creep? It makes sense though. He’s the kind of asshole your mom would’ve gone for had she been your age.”

“Ew, Billy.” Chrissy crinkled her nose.

“It’s true though. Don’t deny it.”

“Anyway, lunch is about to finish. We need to get to our next class.”

“Let’s bounce. It was nice meeting you girls.”

“Likewise, Billy.” A few of the girls shouted as Chrissy dragged Billy away.

After classes, Billy had already been asked by Neil to bring Chrissy home after she had been picked up by Jason to go to school so Billy waited for Max before bringing her with him to the cheerleading practice where Heather was training Chrissy to be her replacement for the next year. During the water break, Chrissy officially met Max who was surprised at how bubbly and light Chrissy was. Max didn’t think she could be that type of girl but she couldn’t help but admit she was curious about it all. With Chrissy officially taking Max under her wing, she doesn’t really have time to deal with the boys until a demodog attacks her and Chrissy while they’re on their way to the town. Billy hears their screams and he immediately deals with it and he’s surprised when a bunch of kids in Max’s year show up and explain what the hell that was.

Billy’s been too busy threatening Carver to straighten up his act after he caught him getting handsy with another girl and making sure he stuck to it to properly befriend Tommy. Sure, they were teammates but nothing more than that. Billy still flirted with Steve at practice though but he never pursued the rivalry thing that everyone thought would brew between them. It was pretty much guaranteed that Billy was the new reigning King of Hawkins High after he’d embarrassed Jason and everyone else on the team on the court. Tina’s Halloween party only cemented it when Billy beat out the Keg record Steve had set even though Billy still tried to comfort Steve after watching his girlfriend kind of break up with him in front of everyone. The cousins ruled Hawkins High without giving a damn about it since Chrissy was so focused on making Billy and Max learn to love Hawkins too. She would constantly take them out of the house, always asking Neil politely if she could show Billy and Max around the town, making sure that she would keep them out of the house as much as possible.

Somehow, Chrissy and Billy ended up getting involved with the Upside Down way earlier when a demodog attacks the girls right outside of the Hargrove house and Billy doesn’t hesitate to protect his girls when push comes to shove. Afterwards, Chrissy also takes El under her wing and the trio of Max, Chrissy and El take over Billy’s life. Chrissy acts as their older sister and guru for all things teenage girl and she even helps them shop and get ready for the Snow Ball with Billy’s help. Billy’s also forced to teach El and therefore, also Max and Chrissy how to make all sorts of food and desserts whenever the mood strikes them and he’s their resident chauffer for trips while the boys rely on Steve. Since he can’t exactly cook or bake at their house or Chrissy house and Hopper’s cabin is out of the question, El usually asks Steve if they can use his kitchen. Steve’s fine with it as long as he gets some food out of it and after some time, he starts hanging around while Billy messes around in the kitchen.

With both Chrissy and Billy taking their grades seriously, Steve’s forced to study too and they replace Nancy as his support to apply for colleges. With Billy’s help, he even manages to get accepted into a couple of them but he decides to take a gap year to wait for the majority of his friends. Strangely enough, it becomes pretty normal for the students of Hawkins High to see Billy Hargrove, Chrissy Cunningham and Steve Harrington all together with Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers occasionally joining the trio. It becomes a normal thing for the five of them to study together at Steve’s house while Billy whips up either a snack or dinner for the entire group. Sometimes, the kids would play D&D at the basement with Billy trying his best to get the kids to eat some healthy food instead of just pizza while the older teens would either study or smoke together.

When summer begins, Chrissy encourages Billy to apply for the vacant lifeguard position that Heather told her about and when she notices the moms staring weirdly at Billy, she plots and gets her very Christian mother to loudly rebuke all of the women for lusting after a teenager and almost committing adultery. With that problem out of the way, Billy’s free to enjoy teaching the tiny tots how to swim and to watch as the kids he’d slowly grown fond of play around in either the public pool or Steve’s pool. Chrissy had gotten a job at the mall so she’d loved having lunch with Steve and Robin who quickly became her lunch buddies. Billy would always pick her up and drop her off, usually with lunch and dessert to share.

When the girls enter their dump his ass phase, they get Chrissy to dump Jason too who heads to the motel to meet up with a girl to feel better about himself. The mindflayer gets him instead but when he immediately goes to flay Chrissy, she realizes something’s wrong and Billy’s there to stop him. They get El to figure out what’s wrong and they quickly get it out of him without killing him. Then, they have to deal with the Russians but with Chrissy and Billy there, things go much easier. After everything, everyone is alive and relatively okay, but Jason is traumatized, and he convinces his family to move away instead after being paid to keep silent about everything.

When Vecna starts his bullshit, Chrissy is in a much better place and so are a lot of the teens, all except Billy who might have friends but is still living with his abuser. Somehow, Eddie is still witness to the first victim but so is Chrissy who was there to support a friend of hers who wanted to try drugs. Eddie and Chrissy still flirted but when her friend started floating and going all weird, they didn’t know what to do! Chrissy immediately got to Billy who let everyone know what happened. All the while, she was dragging Eddie with her to make sure that what she saw actually happened.

With more minds working on the problem, they realize everything earlier leaving them time to prepare but Billy then realizes he’s been dealing with the symptoms. Chrissy is extremely horrified to find out that Billy was still a target after everything she had gone through to save him and she belatedly realizes that he also saved her from being a target so she’s angry at herself because she couldn’t save him. Strangely enough, it’s Eddie who comforts her about it.

Billy gets them to make peace with the fact that he’s a target, something that Steve is strangely bothered extremely by and he agrees to get them to set a trap for Vecna. Without Jason around to ruin things and with the town in chaos over the people dying of unnatural reasons, they manage to successfully deal with him with an especially irate Chrissy throwing Molotovs with uncanny aim and eventually stabbing him when she’s threatened after saying that you don’t scare me. She was almost meant to be a victim but she ends up beating him literally and figuratively. They manage to expose the Upside Down and to finally end things.

Surprisingly, as soon as things settle, Billy tells Chrissy that Steve had kissed him and that they were now dating. She also had news to share since Eddie was dating her now too. The quartet soon makes plans to move to California, far away from all of this nonsense with the Byer-Hoppers and with the rest of the kids promising to meet them there soon. Weirdly enough, all things worked out for the cousins because they had each other to rely on and they didn’t let each other down.

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My first true crime write up, please be kind.

Some photographs of 16 and 18 year old murder victims Emma Niederbrock and Melanie Wells. The murders would occur in Farmville, Virginia, in September 2009.

Emma Niederbrock loved music above, well, most things. Her favorite genres by far were metal and horrorcore rap. It was her love of horrorcore that would introduce her to her friend, an aspiring horrorcore rapper who went by the name "Syko Sam", in 2008 on MySpace.

Sam, who's real name is Richard Alden Samuel McCroskey III (what a mouthful.) was 20 years old and living in California, across the country from the two girls. To say he struggled in school would be an understatement. He was bullied for being overweight, having red hair, and generally not having the same interests as his peers. In addition, he dropped out of not one, but two high schools.

In a stark contrast to the kinds of music he would make and acts he would later commit, his sister Sarah McCroskey, described him as a very passive individual, rarely standing up for himself and being a bit of a door mat. When he and then 15-year-old Emma Niederbock met online in 2008, he showed her a much different side of himself. He was loud, pushy, overly-confident and very brash.

Emma and Sam spent a lot of time together chatting online, and over the phone. By September of 2009, they had known each other for over a year. Emma being 16, and Sam being 20. Sam thought of Emma romantically, though despite her sending him affectionate messages, it's unclear how she truly thought of him. Nevertheless, his involvement with her was inappropriate, given the age difference and experiences in life.

Emma and her best friend, 18 year old Melanie Wells, made plans to visit an all day, all ages horrorcore festival called Strictly for The Wicked on September 12, 2009 in Southgate, Michigan. You can see the festival ad poster here:

Emma and Melanie lived in Inwood, West Virginia, about 3.5 hours from Farmville and about 7 hours from the festival in Southgate, Michigan. Emma and Sam spoke about the festival, deciding it would be a great opportunity for the pair to meet in person for the first time. Emma's parents, (Debra Kelley and Mark Niederbock) however, were uncomfortable with their 16-year-old daughter meeting a 20-year-old man off the internet for the first time, without them present. However, they wanted their daughter to be happy. And despite their better judgement, they agreed to drive the trio to Michigan.

On September 6th, 6 days before the festival were to start, Sam left his home in California, traveling to Virginia. Emma posted on his MySpace wall, "Next time you check your myspace, YOULL BE AT MY HOUSE!" she continued, "I love you sooo SO much baby; forever and for always."

For some reason, this 20-year-old man was allowed to stay at Emma's mother's house (her mother and father were divorced by this time.) for SEVERAL days before the festival was due to begin. I found this odd as they had never met in person before, and back then, parents were a bit more wary and unsure about the internet and the predators on it than they are now. Nevertheless, nothing of note happened in this time period.

What is important to note, is that when he arrived at their home for the first time, Emma was far less than impressed with Sam's appearance. He was a bit of a catfish. He apparently went to great lengths to alter his appearance on MySpace, and Emma did not find him attractive in person. He looked far younger than 20, he was wearing baggy, oversized clothes, was fairly short and had greasy hair combed straight down over his forehead.

Combined with his unattractive looks, he had an unattractive personality. He came off as aloof and immature. Emma was cordial with him, but that was about all she was. Emma and her friend Melanie found him annoying and were uncomfortable around him. However, they still had a 7-hour car ride ahead of them.

Sam had hoped that Emma would change her new attitude towards him once they arrived and were enjoying their common interest together, however this would never happen. Emma reportedly paid little to no attention to him, was distant and acted like he wasn't there. This was compounded by the fact that she was apparently flirtatious with other men in person and over text at the event. Sam did not take this well.

Once 18-year-old Melanie Wells arrived back in Virginia, she posted a new status to her wall at 2:43 a.m, Sept 14th;

“SFTW was fuckin amazing, back in Virginia now, be back in West Virginia on Wednesday. I MISS EVERYONE!!!”

2:43 a.m on 9/14/2009 would be the last time Melanie would ever log into MySpace again. Her friends and family thought it was odd that she would go so quiet. After all, she was 18 and like most teenagers, updated her social media constantly. Monday rolled around. Then Tuesday came. Finally, Wednesday had come. No one had heard from her. Her parents, Thomas and Kathleen Wells tried repeatedly to get ahold of their daughter, to no avail. Thomas decided to drive some 200 miles to Farmville.

No one answered the door at Emma and Debra's home. He knocked and knocked, but no one would come. He decided it was best to sit in his car and wait, thinking maybe they had gone out and would come home soon. He waited for seven hours for them to return, but they never did. Reluctantly, he went back home, where Melanie's mother tried to call everyone she could think of that may have information on her daughter's whereabouts.

After Kathleen investigated a while, she came across the phone number of a man named Andres Shrim. Andres told her that he had seen both Melanie and Emma at the festival, but they had gone home with Emma's parents when it had ended. Kathleen called Emma's home phone number again, however this time someone answered.

The person who answered the phone was Sam. She asked where her daughter Melanie was, but he wouldn't give her a straight answer. Kathleen was frustrated and hung up on him. Morning of Thursday, September 17th, Kathleen contacted the Farmville police dept. and asked them to do a welfare check.

When the police arrived, they encountered Sam. When asked where the three women were, he stated they were out at the movies. They didn't know who Sam was, but they took him at his word. They left the home, and Kathleen informed Mark Niederbrock, Emma's father that she could not get in touch with all three women. Mark told Kathleen he would go check it out, and that he would call her at 5pm later that day.

Kathleen never heard from Mark, or any of them, ever again.

On the morning of September 18th, nearly a week after her daughter was supposed to come home, Kathleen contacted the police department once more. She managed to convince them to file a missing persons report for her daughter, despite their reluctance due to Melanie being 18. They arrived at the Kelley residence at approx. 3:20 p.m, and found the door unlocked. Sam was gone. But the smell wasn't.

The smell of death and decomp was so strong that they had probable cause to enter the home. A neighbor had even done an interview with the news stating that on the 17th, the day before, she was walking her dog past their home and she smelled something pungent, thinking it to be a dead animal.

Inside the residence, the police found three dead bodies in Emma's bedroom. The bodies were 53-year-old Debra Kelley, 16-year-old Emma Niederbrock, and 18-year-old Melanie Wells. Upstairs, they found a fourth body, 50-year-old Mark Niederbrock. The police have stated the scene was so disgusting, traumatizing and horrifying, that they wouldn't elaborate further than saying the victims had died of blunt force trauma.

It didn't take long for the police to discover that all of the victims were last seen by one individual who was no longer present, Richard Alden Samuel McCroskey III. After checking social media, the police realized he was the man they had spoken to the day prior. They felt a pit in their stomach. The only suspect, their perpetrator, had gotten away from them. He lived in the house with the bodies for nearly a week. He only left when the stench became too much to bear. A manhunt ensued. Luckily, it wouldn't take too long to locate Richard, a.k.a "Syko Sam".

On September 18th, the same day the bodies were located, a homeowner called the police to report a car that was stuck in a ditch near his home at 4 a.m. A tow truck arrived, and Sam was given a ticket for driving without a license. When asked whose vehicle it was, he stated it was his girlfriend's dad's car.

The tow truck driver named Elton Napier offered to give Sam a ride to a gas station, where Sam requested to go. Napier stated "I'd never smelt anything like it,"

"He stunk like the devil."

He had to hold his head out the window to avoid gagging from the putrid stench.

Sam caught a taxi to Richmond Intl. Airport, where he planned to stay overnight until his flight to California the next day. When the deputy realized he'd just given a ticket to the same man that was last seen at the home of four bodies, he quickly alerted other officers about his conversation with Sam, who had told him he had a flight to California the next day. Early on September 19th, Richard Alden Samuel McCroskey III was apprehended.

At the airport when being led away by police, Syko Sam told a reporter "Jesus made me do it." when asked why he had committed quadruple homicide.

Sam plead guilty to two counts of capital murder, and two counts of first degree murder. He chose to waive his right to an appeal. He was sentenced to 4 life sentences to run consecutively. He was smirking as he entered the police van to be taken to prison.

His motive was simple. He had expectations of a relationship with beautiful, but underage, Emma Niederbrock. When those expectations did not become reality, he retaliated by deciding the best course of action would be to murder the high school girl. He is truly one of the sickest and most selfish and disgusting murderers I've ever researched. The permanency and pain he inflicted because he didn't get what he wanted is truly disgusting. He had only wanted to kill Emma. But Debra, Mark, and Melanie simply got in the way.

He had been drinking and smoking marijuana. As he sat there, reflecting on the way Emma had treated him at the festival, he began to become more and more furious. First, he killed Melanie while she slept on the couch, with a hammer. Then, he went upstairs and murdered Debra while she slept in bed. Finally, Emma was killed last, sleeping in her bedroom. None of the women had defensive wounds, meaning that they had at least not woken up during the attacks.

Remember when I mentioned Mark had gone to his ex-wife's home to check on the women? He had been killed simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Mark was beaten to death with an 8 pound wood splitting maul. Sam stated he killed Mark with the weapon because he thought "the weight of it meant he wouldn't suffer." I find it telling that the only person's suffering he seemed to care about was the only man he killed, not the women he had killed driven by selfish desire for the minor he so claimed to "love."

Sam fled the scene in the very early morning hours in Mark's car, after stealing the cash in his wallet. However, the idiot got the car stuck in a ditch, where the homeowner contacted the police.

In the end, four lives were lost, including 2 beautiful young women, and 2 parents who simply wanted their daughter to be happy. The four life sentences given to Richard would never be enough to restore the beauty and vivaciousness lost at the hands of a jealous, cold blooded, and severely mentally ill, immature man. The only thing Emma had ever done "wrong", was change her mind about Richard. For he decided that for this slight against his fragile ego, she and her loved ones would never get to open their eyes again.

Sources:

https://myspace.com/435850718/mixes/classic-emma-niederbrock-ragd0ll-669080/photo/368180238

Watch for a part 2 where I post their online profiles, and some more nuanced information.

#crime #crime blog #real crime #true crume #crimenews #emma niederbrock #melanie wells

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DRS2 reactions (spoilers)

Ep 1

Ras at the shadow dojo???????? Who woulda thunk

New intro?!?!!!?!! Idk why I wasn’t expecting that, actually

The public including Pix with the missing ninja my beloved

Gosh, big Riyu will take some getting used to

Wait… is that a curious george reference??

I don’t know if I’ve heard someone outright say something isn’t good for their friend’s mental health in a cartoon before, it’s really refreshing

Casual Frohicky and Sora/Arin interactions my beloved <3

Omg Kai explaining Shang to Zane is such season one vibes

Lloyd having open and honest conversations with his students about both his and their wellbeing is so important to me

Ok, hear me out: au where baby Wu didn’t age back at an enhanced rate and gets lost at somepoint and Arin is teenage Wu

Dang it, Cinder’s kinda funny

Ep 2

I legit started happy stimming so hard at that opening shot, I’m really invested in Euphrasia’s story already and nothing’s even happened yet lol

Percival out here making the gen z solarpunk dream a reality!!!!

Lloyd calling it what it is — a panic attack — soothes something in me

Sora did really bad graffiti of cats when she was young, that’s adorable and kinda tells you everything you need to know about her

MY GIRL!!!!!!!

Euphrasia using a cane!!!! Hell yeah mobility aids!!!! (Even though it’ll probably be gone in two episodes lol)

I kid you not, I was 100% expecting Suetonius to say “resurrect… the Great Devourer” lmao

I love that the gang is (mostly) all together, but it’s a bit too many characters for a conversation, I get why they like to split them into groups

Nya grounding Lloyd :(( /pos

Kai boasting about a fight that he won a decade ago when Cinder probably doesn’t even know Ash is endlessly amusing to me

Ras is so dramatic I can’t really take him seriously

Damn, they’re letting characters get hurt, it’s kinda refreshing but it’s scary

Ep 3

Wait I didn’t see Euphrasia get captured :((

WHAT THE HELL?!???? /vpos

Strength, motion, energy, and life?!??!!??

AYOOOOOO?!?!????

Kai comforting Wyldfyre <333

We know this takes place after the mech shorts, so why hasn’t anyone mentioned Cole? He was also seen in public, so why did that conspiracy guy say he’s still missing?

Why do they keep leaving Zane behind?? He’s in his housewife era fr

Kai making sure Wyldfyre’s taken care of :((

This show is so unserious, I love it

I wasn’t feeling people calling Kai Wyldfyre’s dad after season one but…

No… Sora took Arin’s thing from him… she didn’t mean to, but he feels like he’s not special anymore :(

I’m going to pretend that was a believable amount of parts to make a mech that big

Kai getting moments with Arin and Sora my beloved

Kai’s “hey kid, nice of you to drop by” is giving the same energy as when Lloyd and Arin first met during the merge

THE WALLS ARE MOVING, REPEAT: THE WALLS ARE MOVING

These nightmare sequences are going so hard

Nya being the first one to realize it isn’t real when her nightmare is reality, I’m screaming

Riyu comforting Wyldfyre <333

Nya best sister award when

Ep 4

My boys!!!!!

THE found family of all time

IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MY CHILDREN I WILL RIOT

Seeing Kai and Nya fight so smoothly together is so special after how much they and Lloyd were tripping over each other when they first reunited

Basketball?!??!!??!!!

Autistic Arin real and true

I love Bonzle so much

Geo is such a lil bastard actually /pos, makes more sense why he and Cole are a thing, knowing Cole’s taste in men

COLE!!!!!!

Cole will never stop being overpowered, it seems, he deserves it tbh

Censorship pog /hj

“Not funny, Wyldfyre” ��Not joking, Sora” the sheer cousin vibes in this interaction are too much to handle

Lloyd PLEASE just mention being 1/4 dragon, it will almost certainly get Egalt on board, I am begging

Glacier reunion!!!!!!!

Ep 5

I wanted a more emotional reunion, but they’ve probably seen each other off screen (or I’m just forgetting a scene from the shorts)

Zane, why are you still carrying that doll like it’s your child??

Bonzle my beloved, she’s says that so deadpan I don’t actually have any questions

Wyldfyre my beloved

I would die for Bonzle

Cole and Geo holding hands 😭😭😭😭😭

Is Egalt the motion source dragon?? Probably not tbh but I’d believe it

Man’s spitting facts, flatearthers are going to lose their shit

“Little fire man” IM DYING OH MY GOD

Wait when does this take place? My first instinct is while the ninja were in the Never Realm but idk if we’ll actually find out

“Friends can become like family?” “Definitely” IM SOBBING ON THE FLOOR

Letting Arin be angry is so important

Cole shutting down Bonzle’s suicidal thoughts without hesitation “no, you are loved and needed. We will find a way to protect you” <333

The physical affection in DR is so dear to me

Human sacrifices???? In MY lego show?????

Ep 6

Wyldfyre struggling with her body’s limits is really relatable as a young disabled person

FOREHEAD TOUCH :((

Plot twist: where the other ninja are right now is Mysterium and they have that tua meme of two cars passing each other moment

Damn, that exchange hit hard as a former gifted kid. Sometimes having someone believe in you hurts. You’re not just letting yourself down, but them, too

Nya just fucking bodyslamming Kai, Egalt didn’t know what he was getting into pitting the world’s most competitive siblings against each other

“The Finders are like my family” *looks at Zane* “My other family” screaming, crying, sobbing on the floor

Oh no

Wait yeah, why are they thirsty if Zane can just make ice for them to chew on? At least Cole and Jiro, idk if Bonzle needs water

The nonbinary pirate!!!

Cole CANNOT escape the performing arts fr fr

Ep 7

Bonzle is giving transgender

That is the most Jay and Cole thing I’ve ever heard it, it’s so in character it almost feels out of character

Arin and Sora going through the exact same thing and trying and failing to not take it out on each other :( it’s ok tho, the real ones are the ones you can be snippy with and love regardless

Wyldfyre referring to the ninja as “Kai’s friends” honey, they’re your friends too, I promise

Anyone who calls Wyldfyre dumb can fuck off, she’s so perceptive and intelligent and is really good at connecting others when she truly wants to

Bonzle’s mom <33333

Bonzle’s smile when her mom compliments her name <3333

Who you calling stolen equipment bitch?????

Lil Kai and Nya!!!!!!

Nya’s so proud of him!!!!! I could cry

Kai being the first to achieve it because fire is an element under motion’s domain methinks

Oh you bigoted son of a bitch

Zane why are you considering it????? Honey

What the fuck did you do to Jiro??!?!!!

JAY?!?!!???

Ep 8

NOOOO 😭😭😭

There’s literally a nindroid agent right there????

The og musical cue playing when Jay comes back <3

Jay on his Euphrasia arc, this is highkey breaking my heart though

I’m counting this as a fakeout death and you can’t stop me

Are you kidding me???!!!? How many times is Jay going to be one room away from the ninja

Lloyd SHUT UP /aff

“And cursed!!” She says cheerfully, this lady is an icon

The subtitles keep calling Cole Kai, what is this, season one??

Ep 9

Aww, baby Ras (trying desperately to not care about him)

Oh ok, he’s making my job easier

Poor Wyldfyre :(

I love this trio so much, their banter is so good

Lloyd honey, fighting it is making it worse

Nya holding him through his panic attack :((

I was expecting Cole to deny that it was him, the earth is going through it

The disco toaster!!!!!

Heck yeah Riyu!!!

I love them so much it’s not even funny

“What’s your elemental power, imperviousness to sarcasm?” She just called him autistic in 13 languages (I’m autistic, dw guys)

“First time driving?” “Believe it or not, no” Bonzle and Arin my beloved

I’m a touch disappointed Wyldfyre’s perfectly fine now as someone with chronic pain, but I’m glad it was handled as well as it was and it’s a really important lesson for younger audiences that pushing your body while it’s in pain only makes it worse

The silent exchange of Cole suggesting Zane takes the parrot potion is endlessly funny but also sad considering it’s probably the closest well get to talking about the Falcon

Cole turning into a puppy who cheered?!???

“At least you’re adorable” “I’m always adorable” get a room /aff

Tournament of elements flashbacks

The workplace gossip omg, Cinder really out here beefing with a 16 year old

Don’t you even fucking dare

MY BABIESSSSSS

Ep 10

Arin mistaking Lloyd and Nya for his parents hurts :(

Oh no… I mean, it was obviously coming but it’s still very bad

WYLDFYRE POPPING OFF!!!!! THIS GIRL NEEDED HER ENRICHMENT

Let Euphrasia do stuff 2024

Wyldfyre jumping in front of Kai and protecting him

The basketball practice coming in handy lol

The fight cinematography in DR is fucking superb

KAI D: (he’ll be fine, I believe)

Nya!!!!!

BONZLE MVP!!!!

I was prepared for Rontu and Egalt to stay dead, the breath I let out when the stone cracked was unparalleled

Are we legit not getting Kai back????

Cole and Lloyd hug!!!!!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

Oh no… that lie is going to hurt when it comes out

Kai and Bonzle!!!!

Not like Master Wu says, like Lloyd says ;-; /pos

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising spoilers #caps #cw caps

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Footloose (MØ 8)

Martin Ødegaard x f!reader (Erling Haaland’s sister)

Warnings: extreme fluff

Summary: She’s on the way to her school dance, with no parter along. Martin has an obstacle standing in his way. But he is willing to go through it, just for a dance with her.

Special dedication to my besties @freedaxf1+ Jo

“Let me see you baby sis, come on!” Erling shouts from downstairs, as I apply my final layer of lipstick. I take a deep breath and put on my heels, before going down the stairs carefully.

Whilst I make my way down to the hall, I can feel my brother’s and mother’s eyes following my path, pictures being taken of me and the awkwardness kicks in.

Suddenly, a third figure catches my eye, even though his were already glued on me. My brother’s best friend and Norway teammate, Martin, was a part of my life for a long time. He’s two years older than my brother but five years than me.

The age gap was never an obstacle for me to be attracted to him. He was my first love, he still is, considering I refuse to look at another man, or a man at me. Martin was always more mature than my brother, more sensible and thoughtful.

He would always ask me if I wanted to join them in a game of football or attend one of their matches, to which Erling would always respond “I don’t think she’d be interested in that” or “It’s boys time now, mate. We’ll hang out with her later”.

Martin was smart enough to notice the frown in my face and disappointment in my eyes. In between his games or whenever he found an excuse to leave the room, he would always come up to me and apologize. Even if we spent five minutes together, they meant a lot to me.

“Oh my Kjære, you look breathtaking! A proper lady. Erling, take the pictures, I need a minute” my mother mumbles in between her cries and sniffs.

My brother holds his phone up and snaps multiple pictures of me. Only in those pictures I don’t look once in the camera. My eyes are locked with Martin’s and I feel like the world has stopped for a brief moment.

Martin was always a man I looked up to. He surely is the fierce, powerful and restless captain of Arsenal, but I know him as the sweet, tender and humble Norwegian, that would always help me, even if that meant fighting with Erling afterwards.

His tongue swiped across his lips, wetting them and making my heart beat a little faster than usual. I have to admit that he was the most handsome boy I’ve met in my life. No man is perfect but for him, I will make an exception.

“Okay, stop the lovey dovey eye talk you two. Her boyfriend is coming soon” Erling says and in seconds Martin’s head spins with a shocked look in his eyes. I almost fell down the stairs but I thankfully manage to steady myself on the handle next to me.

“Are you alright Y/N? You’re not hurt, are you?” Martin’s eyes were a mixture of concern and jealousy at the same time. He quickly moved to my side, holding my hand firmly.

“I’m okay. Saved by the bell. Tusen takk, Martin. And what are you saying? What boyfriend?” I ask my brother, trying to understand the theory created in his head.

“The guy who was yesterday with you, while I was picking you up? Isn’t he your boyfriend? You looked pretty close” I could feel Martin’s eyes glued to my lips, hanging from them, waiting for my answer.

“I don’t know if anyone has fouled you at the head but no. He is Jason and my best friend, who surely isn’t into women” my brother was silenced and a soft breath escaped Martin’s mouth.

“So, you’re going to the final dance alone? No date?” My mother said, with a concern drawn all over her eyes as if this is the end of the world.

“My friends will be there. We are going to have some fun and then I am coming back home” I reply bluntly, trying to hide my sadness and disappointment.

If I could have a dance partner tonight, I’d love for him to be the blonde Norwegian, whose hand is on my wait, holding me still, and causing a million little sparks to fly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t know. If there’s anything I can do to make your night better tell me and I will do it in a heartbeat” Erling comes up to me and wraps us into a big hug, one that he doesn’t often give to anyone, but I am the exception.

“We will take you there. It’s on our way to the pitch, so we can also pick you up quicker” he continues while picking up his car keys and looking at my mom, whose eyes were still very red fro crying.

I went up to her and gave her a big hug. Eve though attending this prom was never in my original plans, I do it for her. She couldn't attend her school dance, because she got pregnant with my brother. I love her too much to let this opportunity go to waste.

"I hope you have a wonderful time min elskede. This is your night. And who knows, maybe a prince will come along the way. Be careful and take loads of pictures. Jeg elsker deg" she softly says, caressing my curls that were falling all the way down to my elbows.

"Come on princess, before your carriage turns into a pumpkin with me and Martin into mice" My brother whines, while honking loudly enough to disturb the neighbourhood.

"Slutt å være et rasshøl" (stop being an asshole). I hear Martin complain to Erling, as he was clearly being very annoying at the moment.

On our way to my school, I play with all my rings that are hanging from my fingers, while Martin's eyes are roaming all over my body, scanning my every move and little detail on my outfit. I refused to look up, so our eyes would lock, but even the feeling on me, caused a thousand little tingles on my heart.

When I finally looked up, so I could tell my brother where to stop, my eyes fell on Martin's, who was still looking at me through the mirror at the front. A smile was formed on his lips and so on mine. It wasn't awkward in the slightest. It was like a conversation between us, where he mouths at me 'You look incredible'

"Okay missy. We have arrived. A few rules, so we get things straight. No drinking. No smoking. No running behind boys. No weird danced that I may see by accident on insta. But most of all, do not bring along anyone afterwards unless it's one of your girlfriends"

"You sound worse than dad. I will be fine, Erling. You guys will be less than fifteen minutes away from here. If I need anything I will ring you up. Martin, can you go and escort her? I seriously don't need to go back there"

"Of course. Unless Y/N, doesn't want me to, then I won't pressure her"

"It's okay. I truly don't mind. Better than the beast of a brother I have. He will take all the attention away and people will start to gossip"

"I love you too, lillesøster" Erling flashes me an ironic smile before I open my door.

"Aldri sagt at jeg gjorde det" (Never said I did), I reply, with a soft laugh escaping Martin and earning a death stare from my brother.

Martin offered me his hand and I held it firmly, so I could walk up the stairs, without tripping on my dress. Holding his hand was like a hundred butterflies hovering on my stomach and throat. I felt safe, even if that was for a few minutes.

As we reached the top, Martin's fingers were fixing my hair messed by the wind and skimmed through my skin softly. The lightest touch of his could make my knees go weak for him. He doesn't know the effect he has on me.

Our faces are very close to each other's and my entire body is shaking. I can't possibly take my eyes from him. I take every chance I have to cherish his presence, when he is not back in London. Seeing him on the television screen, doesn't compare to his real life grace. He is simply majestic and I hate myself for loving him this much.

"Nyt denne kvelden, min favoritt. Du vil være den vakreste jenta der inne" (Enjoy your night, my favourite. You will be the most beautiful girl in there). Martin whispers in my ear, before landing an unexpected kiss on my cheek. My whole face had turned scarlet red and I thought my heart would run miles to find his after that. We were very close, but not in a million years I thought that my first kiss, even if it was on the cheek, would be by my lifelong crush.

"Thank you. I appreciate it very much. I hope the game goes well tonight and you win. I will root from afar!" If I could drag him inside with me, I certainly would do. And if I wasn't afraid of his reaction.

In the face of the angry, pained, harsh Arsenal captain that everyone knew, I saw a man that I would do everything to have. A loving, heartfelt, adoring man.

Martin's hands drop mine slowly, hesitating and waves me goodbye before going back into my brother's car. I find it very unfair that I can't spend my night with him.

Once I open the gates and witness the beauty of the stadium, my eyes fall on all my friends who were dancing with their boyfriends. Stephanie notices me and excuses herself from her beloved one, before making her way towards me, wrapping her arms around me.

"I am so glad you decided to come! If you didn't, I would start ringing your bell until you hates me. My goodness, you look amazing. Oh my, Y/N!" Stephanie showers me with compliments and I repay her with the same gift. She shows me where we are supposed to sit and I see Jason on the table, alone, looking at his crush, who is on his phone, equally alone.

"Hey Jace. You look great. I am sorry for being late" I greet with a smile and give him a hug. I can hear him sighing loudly, clearly disappointed at tonight.

"At least now I am not entirely alone. You look very nice by the way!" he says, still looking away from me an focusing on a few tables afar. I feel so bad for him, because I can understand the position he is in.

I have to help him. If it can't be me who is happy tonight, at least let it be Jason who is. And he deserves to be happy, I know that he has chances with that boy and that the feelings are mutual.

"Can I give you a piece of advice? And if you want follow it. I am sure though that it will help you with the situation” I caress Jason’s back, trying to calm his down, as his whole body is tense, seeing that the man is about to leave.

“Go and talk to him. He’s been waiting for you. Trust me. It will be okay. I’m sure things will turn out the way you like them” I flash him a smile, while he’s grinning innocently, afraid of being embarrassed and things going south.

“I’ll change name and country if this fails. But I’m still taking you with me, even if this is your plan. I need someone and you’re the only who tolerates me”

“I don’t tolerate you Jason, you’re my friend. And I want the best for you. So for this once, trust me. I’ll be here waiting”

“I love you so much to be mad at you, no matter what” I said before leaving in a rush, trying to catch the man who would have been his possible date.

I plumped on my seat and watched everyone dancing with their partners during very slow romantic songs that made my heart melt. It was a sight for sore eyes. I went on my Instagram to scroll a bit through the stories. Everyone had posted the ballroom, so I decided to snap a few pic too.

It didn’t bother me that I didn’t have a boy to dance with. It bothered me that I couldn’t be with a certain boy. Other girls at the pitch were probably flirting and cheering for him, old friends of theirs and I was in a long blue dress, unable to go anywhere, thinking I’d be considered crazy if I walked all the way from the school up to the field.

Scrolling accidentally to my first story, didn’t help either as Martin’s face popped up and the unease inside me grew bigger. I probably have more pictures of Martin than I have of me or my brother and friends.

I decided to shut down my phone and just let myself enjoy the slow music. It was peaceful and thanks to my luck, Jason was seeing leaving with the guy he was eyeing since forever. He waved me goodbye and mouthed ‘thank you, I owe you’

I waved both of them and made the heart symbol with my fingers. Mission accomplished as they say. At least someone got what they desired tonight.

As I was about to make my way towards my friends who were telling me to come on the dance floor, my phone clung and the name I so badly desired appeared on my screen.

Martin: having fun? do you need anything?

If I could, I’d say ‘please come, pick me up and simply take me with you’ but that would have too much so instead, I played it cool. Well, as much as I could.

Me: not a fun fest, but decent.

Martin: Do you need me to come around?

Me: What? No. Don’t waste your time. Go and play. I’ll be fine.

Martin: No way. I’m coming there. Stay inside so you don’t get cold.

Me: I’ve told you I’m okay. Erling will blame me for whining. We will talk later.

Martin: Too late. Already on my way. Stay inside.

Why was he doing this? Why would he drop his game just to pick me up, when he could have easily told me to go get a taxi or ask mom to take me?

Because Martin isn’t that type of person. Because he actual cares about you. He isn’t a simple man who won’t give the slightest attention. He is willing to give you the world, but you simply don't know it yet.

I walked towards the door, before I saw Stephanie, looking weirdly at me, asking where I was going. I told her that I was going to leave and asked me if I needed anything from her. I thanked her for tonight and making an effort to cheer me up.

As I was about to open the gates, a rushing and sweaty Martin came up to me, with an angry looking in his eyes.

"Didn't I tell you to stay inside?" he took my hand and led us outside, covering me with his jacket, so I couldn't get cold.

"I was just about to go out. Nothing would have happened. Relax" I say in an annoyed tone, clearly not wanting to sound as mean as I did.

"Fuck, Y/N, you never know. I was just being careful and thoughtful towards you. I don't want anything bad to happen to you"

"Tell that to yourself, because now you are getting sick, being all sweaty and without wearing a jacket. Are you insane?"

"I don't care about me. I know how to handle the cold in those situations. All I want is for you to be safe, but you are making it very difficult for me"

"Why Martin?"

"What why? Are you seriously asking me why I care about you?"

"Yes. Yes I am. Why are you always taking my side, instead of my brother's? Why are you always willing to let me join your games, when I know shit about football? Why are you always coming to my aid when I've let myself be alone?"

"Because, my dear, you have always been kinder than anyone else. You have been my angel on earth. In denial. In denial of my love towards you. In denial that someone can love you. And especially someone like me who is presented as coldhearted, mean and selfish"

I felt the earth stop spinning and my heart thumping against my chest so hard, I thought it was about to burst out, with Martin's name carved on top of it. Did he actually admit being in love with me? The Martin Ødegaard? My Martin?

"Y-you l-lo-love m-m-me?" the words barely came out of my mouth. I was stunned and I think starstruck but what had just happened.

"Jeg elsker deg som om det ikke finnes noen morgendag. Jeg elsker deg som om jeg kan ta på stjernene og gi dem til deg. Jeg elsker deg så høyt at jeg dedikerer hver eneste målfeiring til deg, mens verden ser på oss." (I love you as if there is no tomorrow. I love you as if I can touch the stars and gift them to you. I love you this much to dedicate every of my goal celebrations to you, with the world watching us.)

I felt tears escaping my tears and falling down to my wet lips. I couldn't stop smiling for a single second. This was all that I wanted.

"You don't know, how long I had been wanting to hear those words. And I would have waited for you as much as necessary. Whether that was weeks, months or years, I would have waited for you and loved you unconditionally. Because, I love you too Martin."

I got picked up by him and held in his tight hug. The sweetest most amazing hug I have ever received. This felt like a dream coming true. Like magic.

He closed the gap between us with a soft kiss, full of every emotion I had felt for Martin and every emotion he had felt for me. His lips connected perfectly with mine, dancing along and not letting each other apart.

He put me down and put his hands on me cheeks, holding me firmly and deepening the kiss even more. We both refused to let each other go now that we found wonderland. I felt Martin mumbling in between the kisses:

"I am going to kiss and love you for forever. You are truly my favourite person on this planet"

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