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I Put a Spell on You

|warning|: dark elements, dubcon, possessiveness, bullying, and mention of death.

|pairing|: Dark!Ethan Wate x Reader

|note|: Here's part 2. Enjoy and reblog as well as comment 😉. xoxo

You were waiting on Ethan to bring his car when you were being approached by Emily and her posse, you glance at them before quickly averting your eyes and looking anywhere. You pull out your phone and started texting Ethan to hurry up, right as you sent him a third text telling to hurry, Emily shove pass you making you stumble foward a bit as she and her friends move to stand in front of you.

"Hey, ghost girl. How was your weekend." Emily smirk with her head tilt as she eye you carefully.

"Do you really care?" You ask makimg Emily narrow her eyes at you.

"I'm just being kind, darling. I mean, we're basically like sisters now." You look at her as if she was crazy.

"What?"

"Now, don't play coy with me, girlie." Wmily take step forward as she invades your space, "Tilly said she saw you and Ethan together, and you two seem real close." Emily's eyes flick up and down at you, her mask was slowly slipping as she told you what her friend tilly saw.

"Yeah, I'm his friend." You roll your eyes looking away from her to glance around hoping to see Ethan and his car, you turn to look at Emily again as she let out a soft giggle.

"Oh, i know you two are friends, silly." Emily push your shoulder slightly making me glance at the spot before looking at her again with annoyance, "I mean, look at you and look at Ethan. Ethan is y'know and your are..." her hand wave over you lazily before falling, "...a nobody." She shrugged.

You stare at Emily, Ethan's words circled around your head, you always knew you werent good enough for Ethan even at a young age. In your mind, he had a future while you had your aunt and this town, you can't lie and say you never had feelings for Ethan. You did and it hurt so bad. It felt like every time he was near you, your heart felf like it was about to explode. That how much affect he had on me, you only wish he felt the same about you all those years ago.

"You know Emily..." You started, making Emily squint her eyes at you, "...If you weren't such a bitch to me all the time, maybe Ethan wouldn't have dump your ass."

The shove was too quick to stop or prepare yourself, you trip landing on your bottom as your hands scrap the concrete. You look up at Emily with a glare as she smirk down at you with a glint in her eye, she took a step closer kicking your foot away as she turn her nose up at you.

"You know he just using you right, once he get what he wants he just gonna come crawling back to me with those sweet puppy dog eyes and cute pout lips." Emily fixed you with a devilious smile, "He never gonna love you and why would he, your a nobody with no real purpose but to be a burden on him and this town." She spat, your eyes sting as you get up, Emily's words on a day to day basic was like a rubber knife fo you, they never truly hurt because she never took it that far not until today.

"Bud." Both you and Emily look over at Ethan as he walks towards us, you turn your head away to hide your face from Ethan as you mop up your tears.

"Hey, Ethan. I like your shirt, it look real nice on you." Emily says with a flirtatious smile, Ethan didn't spare her a glance as he walk passed her to you.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, you look at him with strain smile as you nod.

"Yeah, just wanna go home." You said low as you brush the back of your hand to your cheek making sure fheir weren't any more tears left.

"Okay, I'll take you home." His hand went to her elbow in a comforting way making you give a small smile, he stands next to you as he leads you pass Emily and her friends.

You both didn't make it close to his car when Emily breeze passed you to stand in front of Ethan.

"Ethan, I just got my pool clean, if you want you can come over for a swim later." She smiles at him coyly as she sway in her spot.

"I'm busy." He deadpan.

"Oh, well, than maybe Friday‐‐"

"No thanks." Ethan cuts in before grabbing your hand and pulling you along around Emily towards his car.

The sound of quick footsteps made you turn in time to see stalk pass Ethan to stop you two yet again your tracks, Ethan gave her a annoyed look as she stood between the passenger door and them.

'Are you seriously blowing me off to hangout with her," She hissed.

"No, I'm blowing you off because I don't like you." He retorted, "And besides we're over, we been over for six months don't you think it's time for you to move on already, because I certainly have." You stood there speechless as Ethan brought your conjoin hands up to show Emily, you look back to the young girl to see her eyes widen a bit in shock and anger.

"You moved on from me with ghost girl, Ethan, are you kidding me." She seethe as he stood looking blankly at her, "Did you hit your head or something, I don't understand--" Ethan roll his eyes again but with a exasperated sigh to interrupted Emily.

"You don't need to understand, just know that I'm moving on to something better that's all." Emily's lips parted as she was left speechless by Ethan's words, "Now, can you move out of the way, my girlfriend wants to go home." You look at Ethan as if he lost his mind, he side eyed you but doesn't say anything.

"You!" You at Emily as she stare at you with pure hot hatred in her misty eyes, "I always knew you couldn't be trusted, just wait until tomorrow you get what coming to you." Emily's threat made your heart drop, you always try not to goad Emily too much, calling her a bitch here and telling her to go to hell there was always the limit.

Because just like everyone else at this school, they know how vindictive Emily could be to someone if they push the wrong buttons.

It felt like a dark cloud cast over you as Ethan took a step forward in front of you as he stare down at Emily with a look that scared you and her.

"Your not doing anything," Ethan says with a dangerous tone, "But, turning around and walking away..." Emily squint her eyes at her ex boyfriend, she had a look of defiance, making Ethan tilt his head sensing her contumacy, "...or I can tell your daddy and ma about that trip you and your friends took to the lake house last summer." Emily's face paled as she drop her shoulders.

"You wouldn't." Ethan drone.

"Wouldn't I?" Ethan let go of your hand and took out his phone, you furrow your brows as you watch him go to his photos, "How do you think Mr. And Mrs. Asher will feel about there little princess being a bit naughty," Your eyes widen even more as you see the photos of Emily, Ethan turn the phone to Emily making the young girl look at the screen with dread.

Emily look back at Ethan as he look at her with a dour look.

"Your bluffing." She whispered, Ethan raised a brow at her before a sinister smile appear on his lips, the boy you knew as your friend was gone and replace by a man you didn't know.

"Are you really willing to take your chances on me after what you said about my girlfriend?" He asked, Emily glance at you as you look at her with the same look, you both were scared and unsure about Ethan's next move, "Come on, Em. We both know if your parents find out about this, they just going to send you away to christian school then a christian college." Emily let out a sob, she covers her face moving around you and Ethan running away with tears.

You stare ahead still in limbo about what just occurred, Ethan walks up to the door and pulls it open.

"Your chariot awaits, darling." He turns to lean against the car with a grin, you blink several times snapping myself back to reality.

You step forward until you were on the edge of the curb, you glance at Ethan to find him already staring at you. A flicker of something pass through his eyes when his eyes lowered a bit, before coming back to stare back at you. You didn't say anything as you drop in the leather seat, Ethan shut the door as you put your seat belt on, you stare at the floor numb seeing a tape and an empty box turn on its side, you were brought back when Ethan hoped in and drive off out of the school's parking lot.

You look out of the window, your head was still spiraling from what happened, you have come to the decision that something was really wrong with Ethan and you have an inkling what could have caused it.

Your phone vibrates in your bag, you pull the messenger bag in your lap and shuffle through your things to find it.

"Hello." You answered.

"Ghost girl, guess what happened just right after you left." Link said making you furrow your brows, you don't really talk to link much only when Ethan was around so him calling you wasnt a everyday thing.

"Who's that?" Ethan asked, glancing at you before looking at the road again, you ignore him and answered link.

"I don't know, what." You heard Link suck his teeth on the other line.

"...what does he see in you." He mutters but you still heard it making you frown.

"What?"

"What?"

You quiet for a second before asking Link why he was calling you.

"Babe, who is it?" Ethan asked again.

"Babe? Who is that?" Link asked.

"No one." You said to both of them, Ethan glance at you as you turn your head and held the phone closer to your ear, "What happened after I left." You said.

"Huh, oh, Mr. Fuller's desk got caught on fire so no class on Friday." You gape at the horrific news.

"Oh my god, that's horrible. Was anyone hurt?" You asked.

"Only Mr. Fuller. From what I heard he got second degree burns." You grimace.

"Jesus." You say.

"Yeah, they say it was a prank gone wrong, but if you ask me. I think someone was trying to kill the man." You frown.

"Why you say that?"

"Because the cops said the bomb was wrapped in tape and firecrackers–"

"I'm sorry, did you just say bomb." Before link had a chance to answer, your phone was snatch out of your hand.

You turn to look at Ethan as press end call before tossing your phone in the back, you stare at him before glancing on the floor at the empty box and tape.

"Ethan, what did you do." Your eyes went back to your bestfriend, Ethan didn't say anything as he clench his jaw, "Ethan!" You exclaimed angry.

"I just wanted to teach him a lesson." You felt like the air was just stuck out of you, "Scare him, you know."

"Oh my god, Ethan."

This time Ethan look at you, you couldn't describe the look in his eye, but you could see how they slowly soften and Ethan wore a look of regret.

"He treated you horrible, I just wanted give him a taste of his own medicine." He looks away from you to the road, "Are you mad?" He asked, your eyes rake over Ethan as you were in deep thought, after a minute of it being quiet you let out a exasperated sigh.

"...no, I'm not." Ethan looks at you with a glimmer in his eye, "but that can easily change, if you don't come clean, Ethan." Ethan shift in his seat, "Did you messed with something in my room?" You asked.

"Darling‐‐"

"Don't lie to me or I swear to god, I will get out of this car and walk the rest of the way home." You threatened, Ethan swallow bobbing his adam's apple as his finger tap the wheel.

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"Sit and don't move..." You pointed Ethan to your bed, Ethan did as you said and took a seat on the edge of your bed, "...unbelievable." You mutter going to your closet, you pulled out a case and opened it on the floor.

"I said I was sorry‐‐" He roll his eyes.

"Ethan, not now." You hiss, you flip opened the spellbook you got from Marian and flipped it through the pages, "...Love spell...Oh my god, Ethan, what were you thinking." You asked him.

"I was thinking that I'm tired of waiting for the girl of my dreams to notice me."

You shook your head not understanding how someone so easy going and confident like Ethan Wates get so shy and nervous around a girl like, Lena Duchannes.

"Why don't you just give her some flowers some flowers, or maybe, and this is just an idea..." You stood turning with the book in your hand and a sneer on your lip, "...grow some balls and ask this girl out..." You recommend before stepping towards the bed and showing him the book, "...which page did you read." Ethan stare at you, as if he was thinking, or admiring you, you couldn't tell but you called his name again and he blink twice at you before looking at the book.

He pointed to the right side making you turn look at the page, you back up and go to the case pulling out vials from the patches. You go to your vanity dresser and pit the book aside along with the vials, you hear Ethan stand up behind you before you grab a vials.

"What are those?" He asked peeking over your shoulder when he took a step closer.

"Elixirs, or potions." You clarify before you start mixing them.

"Why do we need elixirs?" Ethan asked confused.

"Because somehow the spell affected you." You turn with the medium vial in your hand, Ethan glance at the elixir before looking at you.

"Then, why don't I feel different or funny." He asked, you look Ethan over in deep thought.

"Because you can't see it, when you did the spell that night...Were you conflicted? Were you having mixed emotions?" Ethan look at you for moment before nodding his head, you let out a low drone, "I can't say for sure, but I think the way you been acting has something to do with your pent up emotions. The spell must have shut off your rational side so you don't know what to do but feel, and since you never told her how you really feel your emotions are getting out of control." Ethan scatch the back of his neck with a look before dropping his hand.

"Um...okay, but why hasn't it affected her too." He ask, you frown thinking he was right, you haven't seen Lena all day, which makes you wonder what she been up to since last Friday.

"I don't know...it could be many things depending on the person you cast the spell on, " Ethan furrowed his brows at you.

"How do you mean?" You shrug trying to think back on what Marian said to you when you brought up love spells during a lesson.

"Well...from what I can remember from Marian, if you cast the spell on the person you like then side effects would occur, first they start smelling your scent and then try to seek you out to scatch the itch, but..." You pause to think about the other thing Marian said about love spells.

"What?" Ethan ask, making you blink before looking at him.

"Nothing just...she said that if the person already has feelings for you then it wouldn't affect them as much, the side effects will still be there but it would have to be fully awaken to get the the other person to act on their feelings." You explained.

Ethan nod his head looking off.

"Okay..." He started before focuing on you, "...How do you get them to act on it." He asked, you turn narrow your eyes at him in disbelief before scoffing.

"Are you kidding me, Ethan. Have you heard anything I just said‐‐"

"Can you stop making this into a big deal, your making it sound like I didn't know what I was doing." He enunciated with a groan, you shake your head at him.

"That's because you don't." Ethan roll his eyes with slight sneer.

"You know that Marian isn't the only one teaching you about the Casters World too, right?" You glare at him.

"Yeah, I know. But, the difference is I have eleven years under my belt and your still getting use to pronouncing the words."

Ethan look upset and hurt by your words before casting his eyes down with that look, you frown wishing you take back your words.

"Ethan, I'm sorry..." You step closer holding your hands together and putting them against your chest, "...But, you have to understand that...doing spells is dangerous especially for beginners. One miss pronunce word and you could be dead, and then what." Ethan look back at you with a slight frown, "You understand now why I'm so angry," Ethan sigh.

"I understand you were worried...I would be too if I notice you acting out of character," You smile at Ethan.

"I'm happy you can see that from my point..." You started before holding out the vial to him, "...now drink this and you be back to yourself before you know it." Ethan look at the vial with furrows brows, he was hesitant before he went to take it out of your hand, when his fingers touch yours you pull away feeling a slight zap.

You cross your arms and brush away the feeling, and wait for Ethan to take the elixir. You patiently as he study the dark umber liquid, Ethan's eyes stray away from the bottle to you, you could see him thinking by the way his eyes flicker from around your face. You didn't register what he did until his large boot stomp on the vial before removing his foot to see the elixir seep into your carpet.

"Ethan, what the hell!" You finally say snapping out of your shock, you look up at him to find him standing rather too close.

"It's okay, bud." He smile bring his hand up to brush against your cheek, "I don't need it...I never did." You felt face heat up as Ethan's fingers brush down your neck.

"Ethan...you don't know what your talking about, this isn't you, it's the spell." You swallow shrugging his hand off of you as you try to remain focused, "Let me help you‐‐" Ethan grabbed your jaw with both hands.

"I don't need any help, bud..." He whispered, "...I need is you." Ethan pulled you to him pressing your lips against his own, the feeling from earlier came back.

Your brain felt froggy as Ethan kiss you, the feel of his soft lips on you made you push your lips against his more firmly as you grab onto his shirt pulling him to you for more of whatever he had that was making you feel this way. You whimper as Ethan pulled away from your lips to attack your neck with his mouth, Ethan let out a low growl moving his hands down your figure to your waist. You didn't notice as Ethan was leaving love bites on your neck, he was backing you up so your back hit the vanity dresser making the items move and roll around.

Ethan pressed his body against, slightly moving so his budge can rub against your thigh, a thought cross your mind as you felt Ethan's hand move from your waist to slide down towads your hips. As your body surrender to Ethan, you think about the position you were in with him, how he had you against your dresser making you make sounds you never imagine hearing yourself make, you couldn't believe you were kissing your bestfriend.

Your bestfriend.

You broke out of your trance and catch Ethan's hands as they tug the button of your jean out of the hole, you try to collect your thoughts as you keep Ethan from tugging down your zipper next.

"...We need to stop...this is wrong..." You pant, Ethan move lips to the other side of your neck ignoring your pleads, "...this is wrong...your my friend." You breathe out. .

"Yeah, but we can be way more than that, if you just give me a chance." He whispered, knocking away your hands and push down your zipper before putting his infex fingers into the belt loop, your hands was on his chest trying to push him away.

"No...we're friends, you call me bud--" A muffled moan nearly escape your lips as Ethan's teeth graze a spot near your ear.

"That's because your my sweet rosebud," He kiss along your jaw, "...your so beautiful but scared to show it because of this town." You watch Ethan pull back smirking as he look admired his work, you turn look at the mirror to see discolor bruises all sides of your neck.

You widen eye in panic at your neck, if your aunt sees this she going to kill you, why would he do this he knows how Amma would react if she sees this. You turn your eyes to Ethan to see him still smiling in the mirror at your neck, he looked almost proud.

"Why."

Ethan look in your face in the mirror before he stepped closer bringing his arms to snake around your waist, and buried his nose in your hair as he held you to him.

"Because I love you, I always have."

You look away from him, you couldn't take looking at him any longer. You didn't want to believe it, you didn't want to believe the truth.

"What about Lena." Ethan move his fave so his lips can brush against your hairline.

"She's just a friend." He reassures.

You frown looking down at the dresser feeling confuse and conflicted, you spent years burying your feelings for Ethan out of fear of losing him. After so long you feel unsure of what do, you never expected he like you back or even love you so much that he put a spell on you. Before your thought can flourish and spread, it all turn to mush when you felt Ethan's teeth graze against your sensitive skin again.

Ethan pulled you back from the dresser and turn you so you would be facing him as he leads you backwards to the bed, Ethan's hands roam over your body greedily as he kiss you again. Your body had a mind on its own as your hands tug up Ethan's shirt, he broke the kiss for a split second to take off his shirt before going back to kissing you. You run your hands up his chest before dragging your nails down not too hard to leave line markes but enough to make him groan, you land on your back as Ethan stood shirtless before he grab your leg and undo your shoe before doing the same to the they other one.

You felt too far gone to stop him, you lift your hips and help push down your jeans as he rip them off you and tossing it away. He plant his knees one at a time on the mattress taking his time to crawl on top of you, once he straddle your hips, you help him undo the buttons on your plaid shirt before pushing it off your shoulders and moving onto your bra before flinging it away. You kiss Ethan moving your hands to his belt, you feel Ethan smiling in the kidd at your eagerness but you blame it on the spell, it was doing this to you not you, you didn't feel like you were in control.

Once Ethan kick his pants off, his hand graze down your stomach and stop at the line of your underwear. Ethan didn't think before plunging his hand inside and finding your clit, you bit the tip of your tongue as his finger slow moves causing you to let out a shudder breath. Your fingers went to his hair as he suck bruises on your chest as well, you threaded your fingers through his hair gripping it tight as a familiar feeling you felt before grew with every roll of his finger against your bundle of nerve. Your panties started to feel uncomfortable as they stick to your wet cunt, and you could feel Ethan getting impatient as he moves his finger fast making you close you legs between his hands as a strike of lightening stuck you.

You spasm as Ethan carry on through your climax, after being you to your second climax, Ethan slide his hand out before moving off you. He turns you so your laying straight on the bed, he hook his thumbs through your panties before slide them down your hip until your ankle. Ethan set them aside before making quick work at getting rid of his boxers, he toss this on the floor with the rest of your clothes before grabbing your knees and pulling them apart so he can sit between them. You swallow as you take a quick glance down at Ethan as he pump his cock, you lean your head back staring at your ceiling.

You swallow as wait, your heart start beating a little too fast for your liking as you suddenly felt expose. You move your arms to cover your chest, when you felt Ethan touch the side of your leg you, you look at him to see him look between your thighs as he hold his shaft I'm his hand. When he move closer you put your knee up to stop him from getting close, Ethan looks up at you with confuse and dark cloudy eyes.

"E-Ethan...I'm not sure we should be doing this...maybe we should stop." Ethan move your knee from his stomach and put it on around his hip, he moves to lean over you his elbow planting next to you as he stare down at you.

"Just relax...I promise I'll go slow." He breathe, you start shaking your head feeling his head rub along my entrance, this wasn't right, it didn't feel right even through he does.

"I can't, Ethan. Please, I don't want to do this anymore, just get off of me." Ethan didn't make a show of getting off, your hand went to his chest but he wouldnt budge, "...Ethan, please–" Ethan smother your pleas with his lips and grab your wrist pitting them beside your head.

His lips went back to sucking on your skin causing your body to react without your consent, you whimper when you felt Ethan's cock push against your cunt, you babble out pleas as he slowly inch in little by little.

"Mmm." Ethan moan dropping his head on your shoulder as you clench around him.

The stretch burn making it hard to lay still, your hand grip his arm when he plant his knee moving slightly so you can get use to it. Ethan move his hand under your leg putting it higher as he thrust into you at a steady pace, after a while the pain dwindle away being replace by a better feeling. You turn your head to the side burying your face in the pillow as Ethan rocking hid hips against you with his hands griping your hips down. Your hands clench onto whatever was close as your bit you lip and lift your hips, Ethan use one hand to press down on your stomach keeping your body to the bed while his other hand slide up to play with your hard bud between his fingers.

Your thighs squeeze Ethan's waist as his thrust begin to speed up, his hand squeeze your breast in his hand, you let out a gasp when ethan replace his finger with his mouth. The feeling of his warm tongue circling your bud add with the pressure between your legs, you were getting close to your breaking point.

As you getting closer, Ethan pulls you up into his lap and you hold on to his shoulder as he moves you on top of him. The new angle and position has your legs wrapped around Ethan as you drop your hand to your pussy, you start doing what Ethan did moments ago and the familiar feeling was getting close. Ethan notice your action and push your hand away, and replace it with his thumb, he kiss along your shoulder before his other hand grab and entwine your hands together as you and him move together in the same rhythm.

You shudder against Ethan as you climax in his lap, he was still rutting and rubbing your clit as you came. He wasn't far behind as he drop you both back on the bed, you push your head up panting, while Ethan babble incoherently as he pump three more times before cumming inside you with a shudder. Ethan slump on top of you out of breathe, you could feel his heart beating fast against your chest as he laid there.

After about a few minutes, his heart finally got back to it steady rhythm as did yours, you felt hollow when Ethan pull out, you felt empty. A deep desire to replace the feeling with the old one cross your mind, it surprised you how much you like it and how good Ethan made you feel but something in the back of your head was still telling you that what you did was a mistake.

You didn't know Ethan pulled the covers over your naked bodies until he sigh out, you glance at him to see him with one arm bend under his head while the other one is under your head. He had a satisfied smile on his lips, you felt his fingertips graze the back of your neck, he turns to look at you, his eyes search yours. For what? No idea.

Ethan move to turn on his side with his arm still under your head, his hand found yours as he link them together. You look at your conjoin hands before looking at Ethan, the memories what happened earlier become clearly as the fog clears away.

"Ethan--"

"I know..." he started, his thumb caress the back of your hand, a little smirk painted his lips, "...it was amazing, you were amazing." He mumbled before lean in to capture your lips, you close your eyes as Ethan push firmly against your lips before pulling away leaving you breathless. Your tongue run over your swollen bottom lip, Ethan couldn't help but drone at the action.

"Don't...Don't you think we should take it slow, E?" You asked not sure what to think anymore not trusting your brain to think for you, Ethan purr as he snake your hand under the covers to grasp his hard cock.

"I been taking it slow since we were in middle school." He grunts as he move your hand up and down as he shakes under you, "I'm tired of waiting and I'm tired of people thinking they can walk all over you...not anymore." He took your hand away and held it against his heart as he stare deep into your eyes, "Because you are mine now, your my girlfriend, my girl and if anyone with any brain in this town has any sense they think better than to mess with you." You inhale sharply as Ethan's grip started to tighten around your hand.

"Ethan, my hand." You grimace in pain.

"Say you love me,"

"What? Ow, Ethan, please." Ethan grip tighten.

"You been playing with my feelings for too long, I want to hear you say it." You look at him with pleading eyes, but all that stared back at you was this dark look in his eyes that you didn't like, that scared you.

You swallow, blinking away the tears in your eyes, "...I...I love you, Ethan." You sniffle, Ethan hold was still on your hand as he stare at you, "E, please, your hurting me," you utter brokenly.

Ethan's eyes soften, he loosen his grip on your hand, before you could snatch it away he held it firmly, you look at him as he watch you. He slowly bring the back of your knuckles to his lips before pecking each one, he drop your hand and brought you close to lay in his arms.

"I love you too, and you'll see..." He finally says, "One day, you'll understand our love,"

What if you don't want to?

His words didn't bring you comfort snd warmth but rather dread and fear, how was you suppsoe to love someone who scares you or would hurt you. You didn't want this, you didn't want to be with this stranger wearing your bestfriend's face. You missed the old Ethan. You missed your Ethan

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I Put a Spell on You

|warning|: dark elements, dubcon, possessiveness, bullying, and mention of death.

|pairing|: Dark!Ethan Wate x Reader

|note|: for some reason I can't put 7k in one page, so I splitting this fic into two parts. Enjoy and reblog as well as comment 😉.

It was cloudy today, like you predicted, and if your aunt was right, it was gonna rain soon. Hopefully, not at the end of class. You have to walk home, your aunt was away going to visit a sick relative in the next state and she took the only car that got you from and to school. You brought your umbrella, but your aunt requested, well more like, pleaded with you to take the school bus home instead of walking since the clouds looked "grayer than usual" today.

Any other time, you would have taken your aunt's warning to heart, but you had no other choice but to choose the latter. You couldn't get on the school bus even if you wanted to, your usual bullies will just block your way and throw you out like they did out through middle school, it was better for everybody including yourself that you just walk home in the rain.

You snapped back to reality when you felt a solid object hit you on the top of your head, you look away from the wide window that shows nothing but the school parking lot and ghe many park cars there. You heard snickering in the background as you look around for the object that hit you, before you could find it you heard someone clear their throat sharply making you look up at your teacher who stood with his arms crossed over his chest with an unamuse look on his face.

"Ms. Treadeau, is there anything happening outside that I should know about?" Mr. Fuller asked, leaning off his desk. Your eyes widened in panic at the realization that he caught you not paying attention again.

"N-no, Mr. Fuller." You replied, meekly sliding against your chair to sink into it and hoping for a vortex to take you away.

Mr. Fuller narrowed his eyes at you. You could see in his green eyes that he wanted to say something, something harsh and mean. Something he knew that could only make you feel even more shitty than you already felt, he hmm before he started walking down the row of desk towards you. You avert your eyes to your desk and waited for the other shoe to drop. It was quiet like everyone in the room just disappeared, and the only two people still here were him and you.

Once you glance up, you see him bending down beside you. You frown a bit before fixing your lips into a straight line and look away at he standing straight up. When he turned back around to walk back up to the board, you came to see that he had picked up an expo marker.

That must have been what he threw at you.

You unconsciously brought your hand up to touch the spot where you last felt the dull ping and rub it when Mr. Fuller turns around again. You snatch your hand down to your lap and look at him.

"Ms. Treadeau, how times did I have to stop my lesson to deal with your nonsense this year?" His question threw you off, and you stared at him with a faint frown. You let the question linger in the air for a few minutes before asking one of your own.

"...Is that rhetorical?"

You flinch when the class laughs, and you glance around, confused about what you said that could have been funny. As your eyes find your teacher again you could feel your heart drop to your stomach at the scowl that appeared on his face and how it made you wish you never opened your mouth in the first place, he gave a sharp look at the other students making them stifle their laughs behind smiles and knowing looks before he look back at me with a cold one.

"Just pay attention, Ms. Treadeau." He says as he opens the marker before turning to the whiteboard, "The last thing I want is to have to see your face again during the summer like last year." You look down to your desk embarrassed at Mr. Fuller's divulgence of your boring summer, he goes on to scribble on the board and back to ignoring you.

As you listen to him talk, you suddenly jolt forward in your seat.

"Oops, sorry." A familiar sickly sweet southern accent whispered, making you duck your head, praying that the girl behind you wouldn't get you in even bigger trouble than you already is in with your teacher.

Your body jolted again as Emily nudged her desk into the back of your chair again. You cringe when your pen falls to the floor. You look up just as Mr. Fuller turned his head over his shoulder to look at you. He gave you a sharp look, making you drop your head and him to turn around fully to scold you.

"What's going on back there?" He says, firmly sensing him looking straight at you as he said it.

"Oh, it's my fault, Mr. Fuller." Emily said.

You glance up to see Mr. Fuller narrowed his eyes from you to the girl behind you.

"Is that so, Ms. Asher?" Emily nodded with that kind smile. She always put on for the parents and the teachers.

"Yes, I asked ghost girl to move her desk up to give me some space for my legs," My shoulder tense when I felt her hand on them, "Isn't that right, darling." You didn't need to peek over your shoulder to see the malice in Emily's eyes or hear the disdain covered by her sweet voice because you knew better than to speak against Emily Asher. Gatlin's little darling.

Mr. Fuller looked at me as I looked back at him. He huffed, annoyed, and turned back to the board.

"Next time you interrupted my class, Ms. Treadeau. You're getting written up." You look at the back of his head with a look. You wanted to protest and say it wasn't your fault, but knew he wouldn't care, and he just write you up anyway.

So, you sit back in your seat and sulk, you never understood what you did wrong in another life to make not only your peers hate you but the adults of this town too.

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You held onto the shaft and the handle of your umbrella tightly as the wind blew with heavy rain. You were lucky to get halfway home until it started pouring down. Your happy that your aunt was away, if she saw you come home all drench and soak to the bone, she'll have a heart attack and then grill you about why you didn't take the bus. You didn't want her to know about the bullying you reserve from Emily and her friends. You didn't need her worrying herself about you, not when she had important things to do like her job.

Your Aunt Amma was special, she is a clairvoyant, or a Seer from what she told you when you were little girl. You on the other hand was not special. You and Amma weren't blood related, she knew your parents before they died and took you in when no one else did.

But, that didn't stop Aunt Amma from teaching you about her world, or the talking about dark forces that hide in the shadows and corrupt good people.

A honk broke you out of your thoughts, and before you could even turn to see who it was you were drench from the water that flew up to splash on you as a silver mazda miata sped down the road ahead of you. You stood frozen on the side of the road in shock and horror, you couldn't believe that just happened, your soak clothes cling to you like second skin feeling it turn cold with every passing breeze. You didn't know how long you stood there, but once you heard another car coming down the road you shook out of your shock and look down the road.

When the car was starting to get closer you step forward as the dodge challenger came to slow down in front of you, you try to muster up a smile when the boy roll down his window.

"Hey, Bud. You okay?" Ethan ask as he glance up and down at you with a worried glint into his eyes.

"Yeah, I wasn't looking where I was going and got splash." You lied, Ethan's brow twitch.

"You need a ride?" He ask making you shake your head a little bit too quickly.

"No, no thats okay im almost home and I don't want to get your seats all wet or nun‐‐"

"There just seat, doll. They'll dry." You clasp your lips together at his words, he smiles at you and motions his head to the passenger door.

You smile gratefully at him before backing up and hurrying to the other side of the car, Ethan was quick to open the door for you making you close your umbrella before getting in. You thank him and put your umbrella next to your leg so it could lean against the car door, Ethan was already pulling off back onto the road when you put on your seatbelt.

"You know...you should have called me, I would have come and get ya, y'know." He glance at me before looking back at your road, you hmm not sure what to say he knows how you feel about asking people for things or help.

"You were with your dad, I didn't want to be a bother to y'all." Ethan shook his head.

"Y'know damn well you never been a bother to me or pops, your like a daughter to him." You smile at the thought, Mr. Wate was always kind to you and he never gave you any fuss when you came over with your aunt to play with Ethan and Link, "And besides dad has Lilian now, so you can ask me for a ride any time you want." He grins look overing at you before looking at the road again, you smile faintly at the offer before looking at the window.

Ethan has always been so giving and caring, it's one of the reasons you two stayed friends for so long, despite being from two different worlds. He was popular and loved by everyone, while you were a outcast and hated by most of the town. You truely think if it wasn't for Amma strong connection to the Wates's family, you probably never had any kind of conversation with the boy.

"Hey, bud." You look over at Ethan with a hmm, "Since it's Friday and Amma isn't home, you wanna hang out at yours?" He ask peeking over at you from the corner of his eye, you give a thoughtful look before shrugging.

"Yeah, why not we can start on that movie you wanted to watch last time," The corner of Ethan's mouth curve up a little in a little smile, "And you can call link to bring some snacks over." You finish looking away when you felt your phone vibrate in your tote bag, unknowingly to you, Ethan's smile falter at the mention of his bestfriend.

"L-Link? You want to invite him, I thought you hate him." You huff before typing in your response to your aunt.

"Correction. I hate his mother, link is all right...sometimes." You mumbled the last part.

"Okay, I guess I can...give him a call him." Ethan shrugged, you glance over at him sensing something wrong, but when you look at him he seems normal. You shook your head and turn it back out to the window to stare out at the trees that passed by.

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When you fall asleep the last thing you remember was saying goodnight to Ethan as he made a makeshift bed on the floor next to your bed, but you were startle awake by a noise, as you finish rubbing your eyes the first thing you notice was Ethan's pallet was empty and he was no where in sight. The second was your closet door slightly ajar, you rub your eyes as you move the covers to get out of bed, you check your closet peeking inside to make sure everything was in order before closing it and leaving out of your room with the door open in your stead. You see the light downstairs was on, making you slowly go over and take the steps one at a time.

You look over at the living room to see it empty and dark, before going into the kitchen where the light was coming from. It was empty in there too, a weird feeling nestle its way into your gut making you walk out of the kitchen turning off the light when you pass to head down the hall back to the stairs. You stop at the end of the hall when you hear a toilet flush and water running, you stand next to the stairs as Ethan walks out of the bathroom. He looked at you surprise to see you up.

"Hey...did I wake you?" He ask coming towards me with tired eyes, you look him over before shaking your head.

"No," You said slowly looking back at his face, "I just woke up and saw you gone." Ethan smile at you.

"What? Did you missed me." He taunts making you roll your eyes.

"Whatever let's go back to bed, its early." Ethan chuckles as he was the first to move, he goes up ahead of you before you follow him.

You make it back to your room and closed the door behind you, you glance over at Ethan as he looks at the makeshift bed on the floor with frown.

"You know my offer still stands," You say as you cross over to your bed to take a seat, Ethan look at you with a look in eyes before it disappeared and a smile appear.

"What happened to Amma's no boys on your bed rule," He ask moving to take a seat next to you.

"That's only when you and link come over," You say moving to pick up his pillow from the floor and look at him when you pass it to him, "And besides, your like my brother. The rules don't really apply to you." You saw Ethan's cheek tic, but the smile on his face still remain.

"Of course." Was his only reply before he move his pillow behind him to lay it next to your own.

You settle in bed as Ethan climb behind you laying next to the wall, ethan's chest was to your back as he put a arm over your stomach, the action took you aback for a second before you brush the odd feeling off.

"Night, E." You murmur.

You heard him hum as his nose rub against the back of your neck causing goosebumps to erupte on your skin, you opened your eyes and side eyed him, you you felt his lips making you squirm a bit forward to put some space between you two but Ethan's arm brought you back to his chest and let out a drone that sounded close fo a purr.

"Hmmm, You smell nice." You furrow your brows at his words.

"T...Thank you?"

He only hum and held you to him firmly, he brought his lower half flash against you and since he was only wearing boxers you could feel something hard against your back.

"Night, babe." Ethan sigh serene before kiss your neck unexpectedly.

You couldn't help but stare in the dark in shock at everything that just happening, Ethan sudden change in behavior was something unexpected. Or maybe your overthinking, maybe Ethan is just cold, it is a bit chilling in here, he be better by morning.

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You were putting your textbook in your bag when Ethan saunter over to you with a grin on his face, every since he spent the weekend over your house, he been acting really weird towards you. Rather than going back to being himself like you expected, he has continued on with this new display of attention.

"Hey, darling." He greeted as he got closer.

Your lips twitch at the nickname before smiling in response and put the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

You were taken by surprise when Ethan wrapped his arms around your shoulder pulling you into a hug, you gasp when he squeeze you before kissing the side of your head. He pull back at bit movimg his hands to rest on your hips, he looks down at me with this glimmer in his eye that has been you shuffling back. Ethan frown a bit at your retreat before swiping it away, and putting his hands in his jean pockets.

"Hey, whats up?" You ask when Ethan stood quiet in front of you, he looks at you and smile as if what he did five seconds ago wasn't out of the ordinary.

"Nothin, just thought I walk you to class that's all." He shrug his shoulders.

Your mouth form 'o' as a barely audible "oh" pass through your lips, he smirks as you close your locker. When you come to stand beside him, he surprise you can when he wrap a arm around your shoulder pulling you close to his side. You glance around as some student that linger in the halls glance over at you and Ethan with weird looks, you move slightly to the side to put some space between you two, only for Ethan's arm to pull you back to his side.

You glance up at him only to find him with a faint smirk on his lips as he looks ahead, you look back at everyone else to see a trio of girls looking at us as they whispered to one another. One of the girls you recognized was friends with Emily, the red haired girl smirk evilly as she took out her phone. You couldn't see what she did next as Ethan turn you down a corner, but you know it isn't good and you have no doubt that Emily was going to bull over everyone to get to you.

"Hey, Ethan...Ar-Are you okay?" You look at him with concern eitch into your features, he furrow his brows confused.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" He smiles.

"Well..." You pause when you felt the back of ethan's hand brush against one of your breast, making your brain shortcut a moment before continuing, "...y-you just been acting kinda...touchy lately." Ethan flicks his eyes up from where they were looking to look at you, he stops you as you both stood in the hall, he gives you this puzzled look as if he didn't know what you were talking about.

"I don't know what you mean."

You huff at him in disbelief, how does he not know he was being weird.

"Really, you were just doing it like five seconds ago," he frown before shaking his head before stopping.

"Wait, you mean...?" He points down the hall, you nod your head with look that said obviously, making Ethan laugh out loud causing you to frown, "...wow, sorry I'm not laughing at you it just..." he chuckles a little more as you look at him with a look, when Ethan saw you weren't laughing with him his chuckle died in his throat and his whole demeanor change, "...so what you don't like my hugs anymore, I always hug you." He states with arms crossed over his chest, your mouth drop open a bit at the coldness in his tone.

"Yeah, no, I-I know. It just you never hug me at school and people are staring--"

"So, I don't care what they think and neither should you, they all spineless nobodies. "

"Ethan!" You exclaimed coming close before glancing around to make sure nobody heard him, you look back him to find him staring at you.

The way he was looking at you stirr something inside you that you haven't felt since middle school, Ethan step closer and without a second thought brought his hand up to run his fingers down the side of your neck causing your body to light up with goosebumps like that night. Suddenly, it was hard to focus and a woodsy musk occupied your senses making you sway a bit as your mind felt so cloudy and your chest felt warm.

But, you regain yourself when the warning bell rang signaling for third period, you move back realizing how close Ethan's face was to yours. He frown in disappointment at your retreat yet again, causing a soft scowl to appear on his features.

"You shouldn't talk about them like that, Ethan. They're your friends." Ethan scoff with a shake of his head looking away.

"Those people are not my friends, why would I be friends with people who treat you so horribly for no reason." His words caused you pause as you never heart so much anger in Ethan's voice so much, he was never easy to anger he was always so calm and collected.

"You knew them since you were kids–"

"So. They talk bad about you all the time, they always have. Even though you been in this town since you were 7, so why do you care about their feelings. When they don't give two shits about yours?" He snapped, you didn't have a answer, well you did, but you were too speechless to say anything after his outburst.

"I...I have to get to class." You lower your head and walk around him as you pull the strap of your bag further up your shoulder.

You felt a tug on your sleeve making you look at Ethan as he look at you in distress.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to get angry at you, I wasn't trying to, I just hate how they treat you." Ethan let's go of your sleeve to clench his hands at his side, you rub your arm at the sincerity of his voice, "Please tell me we are okay, that your not mad at me." You frown at Ethan as he looks at you on the verge of tears, you shake your head coming close to touch is hand.

"We're fine. I'm not mad, I'm promise."

Ethan's eyes flicker between your own before he seem to relax at bit, you eye him and took your hand away from his.

"I have to go before I late." You say making Ethan look at you before he looks over at your classroom door.

"Oh, yeah, of course." He chuckles nervously and move to fidget with the straps of his bookbag, "I'll see you...later?" He ask as he walk you to the door of your classroom, you gave hum a faint smile before nodding, Ethan smiles and nod his head at you as you back up and walk into class.

As the final bell rung, Mr. Fuller glance at you as you away from his door towards him.

"Your late, Ms. Treadeau. I have to write you up for that." Mr. Fuller says as he stops you in your track, you look up at him with parted life in disbelief and before you could protest or defend yourself, he spoke up again, "Do you wanna add a detention to that?" He challenged with a look telling her to think wisely by her next words.

You frown and shook your head, you lower your head and went to your seat.

"Okay, class let's start. Hopefully we can get through a lesson without being interrupted this time." Mr. Fuller look pointly over at you, making you sink into your desk with a defeated look.

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Part 2

omg this was so amazing 👏🏾 I love how Andy was so protective of the reader ❤️ but I hate Lee (Lee is a dirtbag) even if his played by a sexy fine man like seb

For A Price

Summary: 'It was more than clear that the two men had their own personal dispute outside of the current situation but that was none of your concern. Whatever it was, they could settle it without you. Or so you hoped.'

Pairing: Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Dark!Lee Bodecker x Black!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY. THIS IS A DARK FIC. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING. Prostitution, explicit language, oral (m rec), threats involving a gun, car sex, sexual coercion, NON-CON, anal sex, crying, hair pulling

Notes: So fun fact-- this is the second fic I've ever received a nasty comment on and the first fic to get a racist comment all in one.

After two hours of sitting in the police station you were finally free, reclining back in the passenger seat of the Audi as Andy drove down the road. You were relieved when he answered your annoyed and panicked phone call, his voice immediately comforting you as he promised to be at the station to get you as soon as he could. Now you could breathe again.

“Thanks again, Andy. Sorry you had to come all the way out here. I know it’s a pain.”

Andy quickly flashed you a smile. “How many times have I dropped everything for you now? You know I don’t mind, Y/N.”

His hand came to rest next to yours on the center console, his knuckles barely brushing yours, and you felt a warm rush run through you. It was the same one you always felt whenever you were with Andy. You both had a rather close friendship with each other stemming back to the first time you met him when you got your first collar for soliciting. It still shocked you that a man of his caliber took pity on you enough to help you out but he did and afterwards he slipped you his card.

“You ever need help again, just call.”

For a while you forgot about the number, having tucked the card inside a pocket of your purse where it stayed until you wound up being carted to the station once again. He never so much as scolded you when he finally got to you, instead making sure you were okay before he posted your bail and dropped you off back home. From then on, you developed a sort of bond with the sweet lawyer; He never once judged your line of work but he always made sure you were safe. If he happened to see you out, he would stop and chat with you, maybe even take you to get a bite to eat and a hot cup of coffee. Andy Barber was a good man. Far too good to be helping you out as much as he did.

Andy had pretty much heard it all where you were concerned:

“Why are you helping her? She’s a lost cause.”

“Look at what she does. Let her sit in a cell, it would serve her right.”

“She’s just using you. Stop being so fucking nice to her.”

All of it was spoken with so much disdain and disgust that he had to bite his own tongue to keep from reminding those same people that they were anything but saints and had no right to judge you. None of those things ever deterred him though. Deep down, even though he knew better, he couldn’t help but care for your well-being. As much as he wished you were doing anything other than allowing strangers to use you as their personal toy, he knew better than to voice his opinions. All he could do was hope you stayed safe at the end of the day. He could only imagine the creeps who got to touch you, what they did to you behind closed doors. It burned him up inside, a smoldering flame that grew if he thought about it for too long. Too many times he wanted to bring you home with him and every time he had to remind himself it wasn’t his place to do so, not unless you asked. And you never did.

How he wished you would.

“I feel like I need to repay you for all the times you’ve saved my ass. You’re probably the only person who looks out for me honestly.”

“Sometimes we all just need someone to check in on us. I don’t mind. I never have.”

“There has to be something I can do. Coffee? A beer? Dinner?”

“Just knowing you’re okay is enough repayment. Now stop naming things,” he shook his head. That soft smile of his made his cheeks rise.

“Fine, fine. I’ll just continue freeloading until you get tired of me.”

“That could never happen.”

He looked over at you with sincerity in his eyes and suddenly a wave of shyness hit you, making you avert your eyes to the dark road ahead. You swore this was his superpower. No one else made you feel like this but Andy. He was a charming son of a bitch for sure. Silence stretched on for a few long seconds before something came over you, a swift kick of bravery that made you lean over the console and plant a kiss on Andy’s cheek.

“Thanks for being so good to me.”

Andy felt heat rise in his cheeks as he turned to catch your eye. You were so close he could faintly smell the tea tree oil wafting off your hair. The shimmering coffee colored orbs of your eyes never looked as beautiful as they did right now. For a second Andy forgot all about the road you both were on, his attention glued to your face and how much he wanted to kiss you. The light rumble of gravel beneath the tires finally brought his eyes back to the road as he cleared his throat and quickly straightened the wheel. He looked so flustered that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sorry if I caught you off guard.”

“It’s uh…,” Andy paused to clear his throat again, “it’s fine. Just unexpected is all.”

The more you watched him try to collect himself, the more you wanted to litter kisses all over his face. He deserved something for always coming to your rescue and if he wouldn’t accept you buying him dinner or a drink, maybe he was willing to accept something else.

“Do you maybe…want to pull over?” you asked. Your fingers trailed down the bearded curve of his cheek.

Andy gave you a glance out of the corner of his eye before he nodded wordlessly. The car veered off onto the shoulder and came to a stop before Andy shifted into park. Removing his seatbelt, he turned to face you and you were on him before he could even speak. Your lips molded to his softly at first before Andy deepened it, his hands grabbing your face and pulling you closer. A moan hummed softly in your throat and you could feel Andy’s lips curve into a smile. Pulling away from you, his forehead rested against yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Should’ve made a move then, Barber. Kept a girl hanging long enough.”

You both smiled and Andy stroked your cheek. “Can I make up for lost time?”

Peering up into his cerulean eyes, you swore you could have melted into a puddle right there in the passenger seat. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

Your lips met again, this time with more fervor than before. You dared to let your tongue tease against Andy’s lips and he parted them allowing you to explore further. The way he cradled your face with such care made butterflies erupt in your belly. It had been far too long since someone treated you so tenderly. With so many men carelessly using you and groping at every turn, you were starting to think a soft touch no longer existed. You should’ve known Andy was the exception. Of course he was. Your hand gripped at the lapel of his jacket before pushing beneath it, your fingers feeling a broad chest beneath the dress shirt Andy wore. Even under the fabric you knew he was well built, the definition evident against your wandering touch. You journeyed further down until you felt the cool leather of his belt against your fingertips. When your movements paused, Andy pulled away from your lips again. Your eyes flashed up to his, your question silent in them. Andy did the work for you, one of his own hands moving down to undo his belt with ease. Giving you a small grin, he nodded silently urging you to continue.

The button snapped open between your fingers and you pulled the zipper down, the sound seemingly amplified in the otherwise silent car, and pushed your hand inside the opening of his slacks. Soft cotton brushed over your fingers, the material shifting from the weight of Andy’s growing erection. You dared to feel over his bulge and you were surprised at how thick he felt. Andy tried not to move but he couldn’t stop himself from moving into your touch. His cock bobbed slightly under your touch. A smile curved along your lips as you nestled your nose against the pulse point rapidly beating against Andy’s neck. His expensive cologne tickled your nose in the best way and all you wanted then was to completely drink Andy Barber in, get lost in him.

“Relax for me, okay?” you murmured into his skin.

The responding thick swallow Andy gave made you place a kiss on his jaw before you focused your attention on what rested inside his boxers. You slowly unsheathed his cock and bit your lip as you took in the sight. He was so big and warm, a large vein running up the side of his shaft that you couldn’t wait to feel with your tongue. Pulsing in your hand, you swore you could feel him growing harder from your touch and it made you salivate. Giving him a few firm pumps, you leaned over the center console and gave a teasing kitten lick over the crown. Andy watched you with an intense stare, his hands flexing with the need to pull your clothes off and touch every part of you that he could. This wasn’t exactly how he imagined having you but it would be a lie for him to say he wasn’t happy regardless. He relaxed against the headrest and allowed you to lavish his cock with your tongue while your lips wrapped around his head.

“Are you going to tease me forever, honey?”

A sultry chuckle sounded in your throat before you took all of Andy in your mouth and swallowed him down to the root. The hiss he let out made pride swell in your chest. All you wanted to do was make him feel good. Your tongue swirled around his warm length while you sucked, your hand steadily rotating at the base. The taste of precome spreads over your tastebuds and you hum softly as you get lost in giving Andy pleasure. Soft praises and chants floating off his lips make you clench your thighs together, your pussy getting wetter the longer you draw the words from Andy’s mouth. You hollowed your cheeks while Andy watched from above proudly, his hand soothingly rubbing at your lower back in a way that shot tingles up your spine. It would have been next to perfect had the sound of knocking against the window not startled you both into quickly stopping. You sat up in time to be greeted by a flashlight shining through the glass.

“Shit,” Andy muttered. He shoved his cock back into his boxers before zipping up his pants.

You moved back over to your seat and placed your head in your hand, shame overtaking you. Andy exhaled before rolling down his window. You didn’t expect to see someone you and Andy both knew peering into the window, a slanted smile on his face.

“Evening, Barber,” Lee said. Shining the light into the car, he saw you trying and failing to hide your face. “Well, well look who it is. Not even away from the station a whole half hour and you’re going back getting into trouble again, Y/N.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest and it wasn’t even because you were caught. This happened enough that you were used to the usual song and dance. However this instance was different from the past; Lee Bodecker was the local sheriff and a “friend” —you used that word loosely— of yours. Once or twice he pulled strings of his own to get you out of trouble and maybe once or twice you thanked him in a way that made it so he would let you slide on the off chance he caught you slipping again. Looking at him now though, you can’t quite decipher the look in his eye but you don’t care for it. And something tells you he might not be as generous as he was in the past.

“You’re the last man I would’ve expected to find out here getting… serviced. From Y/N no less.” You didn’t miss the wink he threw your way.

“This isn’t…it’s nothing, Bodecker. And I’m sure you’ve let worse people off for less. What do I have to do for you to look the other way on this?”

Lee shifted the toothpick in his mouth as he chuckled, flashlight still shining in your face. Resting an arm on the top of the car, he leaned into the window.

“Well hold on now, Barber, who said I was letting you off?”

“Lee, please,” you spoke up with wide, begging eyes.

“You both know I wouldn’t be doing my job if I just let you go.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time now would it?” Andy muttered.

That set Lee’s mouth into a thin line, all traces of humor gone. It was more than clear that the two men had their own personal dispute outside of the current situation but that was none of your concern. Whatever it was, they could settle it without you.

Or so you hoped.

“I could always bring you both in. What would it look like with the hot shot lawyer sitting behind bars for getting caught up with the local whore? Remind me, when’s the next time Jacob is supposed to come up for a visit?”

“Don’t ever fucking mention my son again,” Andy snapped in Lee’s face.

Lee sneered at him. “And what about you, lil lady? My boys and I have been nice enough to let you skate on by for a while now. All it would take is a word and maybe a few videos for you to be spending time in a cell for as long as I see fit.”

Anxiety ran through every nerve in your body and sweat started to bead at your hairline. The threat of tears burned the back of your throat. Lee could see the fear in your eyes and it tickled some sick part inside of him.

“Please don’t. I’ll do whatever I have to do, Lee, please. I can’t go to jail.”

“Y/N stop talking,” Andy warned.

“No, let her finish, Barber. She was starting to speak my language.” The tone of his voice, the implications lying underneath it, made your stomach turn. “You said you’d do whatever you had to. Sure about that?”

You weren’t but you just wanted all of this to be over and fast. Ten minutes of suffering was worth some freedom. Right?

“Y-yes.”

“Y/N,” Andy said.

“Y’know I’ve had about enough of you talking,” Lee piped up. “This girl could be your ticket outta here. So if I were you, I’d shut the fuck up and let her help you.”

“And if I don’t?” he challenged.

Lee smirked and a couple seconds later, the gun appeared. You let out a loud gasp as you backed into the passenger door. Andy stiffened as Lee pushed the barrel of the gun into his temple with a menacing smile.

“I’d hate for her to have to clean your face off the windshield before I bring her in. Not a very dignified way to go out in my opinion.” When Andy didn’t speak up again, Lee nodded as if he was satisfied. Looking back to you, he said, “Why don’t you join me in the backseat?”

You tried to open your mouth but words failed you. Tears stung at your eyes and you tried your hardest to keep them at bay but one managed to slip free and cascaded hotly down your cheek. With a shaky hand, you opened the door and got out but not before giving Andy one last look. His jaw tensed but his eyes held nothing but worry for you.

“I’ll be okay,” you promised.

If only you believed it.

You and Lee both slip into the backseat at the same time, his gun still trained on Andy behind the headrest. Shifting his toothpick between his lips, he gives you that smile that now makes your skin crawl. If only you asked Andy to take you back to his place. If only you hadn’t kissed him. If only you had kept your hands to yourself. You wouldn’t be in this situation now. Lee reclined in the seat, his jacket slipping open to show off his belly tucked inside the shirt of his uniform.

“No need for those tears now, honey. It’s gonna be alright. You’ll treat me as good as you were treating Mr. Barber, right?” You nod wordlessly as you work up the willpower and swallow down the bile wanting to rise in your throat. “That’s good. Been aching to get a piece of you again for some time now. Better make it worth my while.”

He motions to his pants and you take the hint as you start to work his belt open with fumbling fingers, your sniffles filling the eerie silence of the car. The sound of his zipper is amplified as you slowly slide it down. He helped you open the flap of his boxers and he fished his cock out where it stood proudly, waiting for you to tend to it. He was thick and heavy but not like Andy. His head was angry red, his shaft throbbing. It looked fitting for such a selfish piece of shit like Lee and now you were about to welcome him into your mouth once again.

“No, no honey. Not your mouth this time.” You stopped and met his eyes glowing sinisterly, the corners creased from his smile. Dread filled your entire body. “You know I’ve always been an ass man. I wanna feel that tight little hole stretching just for me.” More tears fell and this time you let them. Lee tucked his finger under your chin and swiped away the salty trail with his thumb before tracing it over your bottom lip. “You’re getting all wet in the wrong place, sweets. That’s alright, I’ll help you out. If you’re good, Barber, and you keep your fucking mouth shut, maybe I’ll let you fuck her pussy when I’m done,” he called up front.

Through the rear view mirror you could make out the quiet rage simmering on Andy’s features. Lee’s rough hand pried your thighs apart and he brazenly grabbed at your crotch. You cursed the fact that your panties were still wet from before and you knew Lee could feel it, his fingers rubbing the wet spot repeatedly. Licking his lips, he hummed appreciatively.

“Go ahead and take those off.” You did as you were told, trembling hands working the material down your legs and dropping them on the floor. While you stared down at the garment, Lee spit into his palm before stroking his cock. As if he truly cared enough to get you ready to take him. “Alright now honey, make me proud.”

He yanked you over onto his lap and you rolled your eyes up to the ceiling in a silent prayer that this be over and done quickly. Humiliation flooded you as you braced against the seats and allowed Lee to situate you over his erection with a bruising grip. He guided his head through your wet folds to gather what he could before breaching your ring of muscle. You bit your lip to stifle sounds of your protest and let your tears roll freely down your face. Lee stretched you painfully but within seconds your body was adjusting to his careless intrusion and he was singing his praises with panting breaths.

“Atta girl. Tight little hole on you. Should’ve broke you in way before now.”

Lee moved his hips under yours and you fought to keep your mind focused on anything other than what was happening now. Your body, however, was steadily betraying you, your pussy soaking from the added stimulation. Lee’s soft grunts got more passionate as he reached around to circle his fingers over your clit.

“Don’t,” you cried pathetically. You were too scared to push his hand away. Not that he would have let you anyway.

“Can’t go neglecting this little pussy. She’s crying for me, sweets.”

Emotions conflict inside you– anger, embarrassment, shame– and it takes every bit of energy you have not to let the building sobs you feel in your chest overtake you. You want to scream at Lee to stop violating you. You want to beg Andy to save you. The gun still trained on him though tells you that even if Andy wanted to save you, some weight on the trigger could easily stop him from doing so. Your eyes drifted up to the rearview and there you saw those amazing baby blues filled with their own mixture of anger and pain. You didn’t see how hard he was gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white and shaking. The car rocked from Lee’s movements, his thrusts getting more desperate as your body reacted to him. You hated yourself when a moan slipped free, evidence of pleasure you didn’t want to feel in this moment.

“Hear that, Barber? She can’t even control herself,” Lee drawled.

Andy felt the tick in his jaw. His body was on fire. He knew your noises weren’t because you liked any of this but a spark of jealousy still hit him all the same. Your moans and cries made a sad little song, Lee’s pleasured grunts adding to it. The fingers circling your clit slipped down before pushing past your slit making you feel even more full. A trembling breath racked your body and you felt that telltale coil winding up in your lower belly.

“All those cocks you take and still so fucking tight. Maybe you just needed the right man to really break you in, huh?” A sob shakes you but Lee is too far gone to care, another sick laugh leaving him.

You can feel an orgasm fast approaching and as much as you hate that Lee is giving you this feeling, you take it as a sign that all of this is close to being over. Lee fucks into you harder and you know he’s close. His panting breaths become harsher, strings of curses falling out through gritted teeth.

“You gonna come for me, sweets?” When he’s met with silence, his hand quickly fists into your hair and pulls back until you hiss in pain. “Answer me, girl.”

“Y-yes,” you whimper.

“Yes, sir. You got better manners than that.”

“Yes, sir.”

The words leave a sour taste in your mouth but there’s no time to dwell on them when Lee pushes his fingers back inside you and curls them until he reaches that little spot that makes your eyes slam shut, stars bursting behind your eyelids. Your sobs mix with your moans until you’re unsure of which is winning out. Your pussy gushes all over Lee’s digits and he laughs triumphantly before he finally crumbles, heavy groans filling the car as his warmth fills you. When you’re sure he’s done, you scramble off his lap and huddle against the door. His sated grin makes your stomach turn and you want so badly to slap it off his face.

“You got what you wanted, Bodecker. We done here?” Andy asked.

Lee tucked his softening length away with a satisfied sigh. “I think you’re free to go.”

You furiously wiped the tears staining your face as you slipped your panties back on, your eyes never once netting either of the two men.

“Y/N get back up here.”

You fumble for the door handle before Lee stops you with a hand on your leg. “We’ll hold on now, I said you were free to go. I was just starting to have fun with our girl here. In fact, I think I wanna make a little arrangement.”

Begging You

It was the middle of the night when you woke, you stretch out your body and your hand went to the left side of the bed hoping to snuggling up to reid. But, your arm fall on a empty cold space, you snap your eyes opened before sitting up slowly, the bathroom door was close and inside was dark so he wasn't in there. You push the thick cover off your body before scooting off the bed and sliding on your fuzzy slippers, you out into the hall seeing the house was pitch dark, you hit the switch for the hallway before walking downstairs.

The kitchen light was off and so was reid's office that was down the hall, you frown looking around confuse, it wasn't until you heard a creak from outside that made you slowly turn your heard towards the back sliding door. You back up out of the kitchen before peeking around the corner and saw the deck was lit up and a figure was sitting on the stairs. You walk over to the sliding door and gently slide it open making spencer turn his head to look at you, you give hima small smile as he does the same before turn back towards the spacious yard.

"Hey, babe. You couldn't sleep?" You ask taking a seat next to him.

"I had another nightmare." He whisper making you lean against him with your hand on his knee.

"Want to talk about it?" Spencer look at you, the sadness and tiredness from his eyes made you frown.

"I think this one is best saved for tara," he joke but you could tell it had grief behind it.

"That bad, huh." He nodded.

"But, hey you don't need to worry about it," You gave him a look.

"But, i do, spencer. It seems like ever since hotch and morgan left your nightmares have become frequent." Spencer bows his head, "I'm starting to get concern about your mental–"

"Honey, please." He beg making me lower my shoulders, "I already have prentiss constantly badgering me about going to a therapist, please don't start too."

"Have you ever thought maybe, she has a point, you been through a lot this past year–"

"Yeah, I know I was there." He snap making you bite your bottom lip at his frustration, you didn't take it to heart you know how stress he been since prentiss put him on leave, "...I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean...I'm just..." he sigh putting his head in his hand.

"I know your reckless, I get it."

You both sat in silence. The sound of the crickets in the air reminded you of the time, you and spencer went back home to nevada to check out your old childhood home.

"...hey, you remember that time when we climb that huge oak tree in my backyard when we were kids and you ended up falling out of it because, shoot what happen again..." you ask looking at him, spencer's lips curve at the memory and shook his head.

"I was attack by squirrel–"

"You were attack by a squirrel, gosh..." You lean your head back as you giggle, "...that was most hilarious thing I seen, and you remember what your mom said when was cleaning up your cheek." You grin.

"She said, this is what children get when they don't listen to their mothers, disfigured the day before picture day." He smile with his knee knocking your own, you shook your head at the memory.

"And she had to put cake of make-up on you to hide the little scatches from the squirrel." He chuckle nodding his head, you watch him as the tension in his face slolwy disappear.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I look like I was about to fall asleep with how heavy that make up was on me." You giggle remembering his face, one of his eyes were half open while the other one was completely close.

We grew quiet again with a peaceful ambience between us, you glance at reid before looking out as the fireflies start to glow up the backyard.

"...you know that was one of the scariest moments of my life." You turn your head to look at spencer as he look back at you with a small frown, "...seeing you there on the ground in pain, it scared the hell outta me all I could think is 'it's my fault, it was for me he probably be okay,' I blame myself for months for what happen." You sigh bowing your head back before looking at him.

"What I am trying to say is that I worked through it just like i work through you going on your long trips and dangerous assignments by talking to someone. It doesn't have to be a therapist or me. But, you can't hold whatever in here..." You press your index finger to his temple, "...forever because than it gets to be too much and it overflows out into our lives, and I don't want that to happen." You out your hand over his as it rest on his thigh.

"So, please, spence whatever going through that weird machine you call a brain, let it out, write down in a notebook. Hell, sew it on a pillow for all I care, just please no more holding it in. For us." You grab his hand putting in his lap resting it his hand on your four months belly bump, spencer look down at your stomach and his hand rub the small bump with a small smile.

"Do you have any clients tomorrow?" He ask making you give a wide smile.

"No, I'm all yours." He look back up to your face.

"Okay, we can talk tomorrow, but for now..." he took off his grey zip up sweater and put it around your shoulder before scooting close to you, "...let's just enjoy this." You smile moving your head to rest on his shoulder as his arm wasaround your own.

"Deal."

Begging You

It was the middle of the night when you woke, you stretch out your body and your hand went to the left side of the bed hoping to snuggling up to reid. But, your arm fall on a empty cold space, you snap your eyes opened before sitting up slowly, the bathroom door was close and inside was dark so he wasn't in there. You push the thick cover off your body before scooting off the bed and sliding on your fuzzy slippers, you out into the hall seeing the house was pitch dark, you hit the switch for the hallway before walking downstairs.

The kitchen light was off and so was reid's office that was down the hall, you frown looking around confuse, it wasn't until you heard a creak from outside that made you slowly turn your heard towards the back sliding door. You back up out of the kitchen before peeking around the corner and saw the deck was lit up and a figure was sitting on the stairs. You walk over to the sliding door and gently slide it open making spencer turn his head to look at you, you give hima small smile as he does the same before turn back towards the spacious yard.

"Hey, babe. You couldn't sleep?" You ask taking a seat next to him.

"I had another nightmare." He whisper making you lean against him with your hand on his knee.

"Want to talk about it?" Spencer look at you, the sadness and tiredness from his eyes made you frown.

"I think this one is best saved for tara," he joke but you could tell it had grief behind it.

"That bad, huh." He nodded.

"But, hey you don't need to worry about it," You gave him a look.

"But, i do, spencer. It seems like ever since hotch and morgan left your nightmares have become frequent." Spencer bows his head, "I'm starting to get concern about your mental–"

"Honey, please." He beg making me lower my shoulders, "I already have prentiss constantly badgering me about going to a therapist, please don't start too."

"Have you ever thought maybe, she has a point, you been through a lot this past year–"

"Yeah, I know I was there." He snap making you bite your bottom lip at his frustration, you didn't take it to heart you know how stress he been since prentiss put him on leave, "...I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean...I'm just..." he sigh putting his head in his hand.

"I know your reckless, I get it."

You both sat in silence. The sound of the crickets in the air reminded you of the time, you and spencer went back home to nevada to check out your old childhood home.

"...hey, you remember that time when we climb that huge oak tree in my backyard when we were kids and you ended up falling out of it because, shoot what happen again..." you ask looking at him, spencer's lips curve at the memory and shook his head.

"I was attack by squirrel–"

"You were attack by a squirrel, gosh..." You lean your head back as you giggle, "...that was most hilarious thing I seen, and you remember what your mom said when was cleaning up your cheek." You grin.

"She said, this is what children get when they don't listen to their mothers, disfigured the day before picture day." He smile with his knee knocking your own, you shook your head at the memory.

"And she had to put cake of make-up on you to hide the little scatches from the squirrel." He chuckle nodding his head, you watch him as the tension in his face slolwy disappear.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I look like I was about to fall asleep with how heavy that make up was on me." You giggle remembering his face, one of his eyes were half open while the other one was completely close.

We grew quiet again with a peaceful ambience between us, you glance at reid before looking out as the fireflies start to glow up the backyard.

"...you know that was one of the scariest moments of my life." You turn your head to look at spencer as he look back at you with a small frown, "...seeing you there on the ground in pain, it scared the hell outta me all I could think is 'it's my fault, it was for me he probably be okay,' I blame myself for months for what happen." You sigh bowing your head back before looking at him.

"What I am trying to say is that I worked through it just like i work through you going on your long trips and dangerous assignments by talking to someone. It doesn't have to be a therapist or me. But, you can't hold whatever in here..." You press your index finger to his temple, "...forever because than it gets to be too much and it overflows out into our lives, and I don't want that to happen." You out your hand over his as it rest on his thigh.

"So, please, spence whatever going through that weird machine you call a brain, let it out, write down in a notebook. Hell, sew it on a pillow for all I care, just please no more holding it in. For us." You grab his hand putting in his lap resting it his hand on your four months belly bump, spencer look down at your stomach and his hand rub the small bump with a small smile.

"Do you have any clients tomorrow?" He ask making you give a wide smile.

"No, I'm all yours." He look back up to your face.

"Okay, we can talk tomorrow, but for now..." he took off his grey zip up sweater and put it around your shoulder before scooting close to you, "...let's just enjoy this." You smile moving your head to rest on his shoulder as his arm wasaround your own.

"Deal."

Begging You

It was the middle of the night when you woke, you stretch out your body and your hand went to the left side of the bed hoping to snuggling up to reid. But, your arm fall on a empty cold space, you snap your eyes opened before sitting up slowly, the bathroom door was close and inside was dark so he wasn't in there. You push the thick cover off your body before scooting off the bed and sliding on your fuzzy slippers, you out into the hall seeing the house was pitch dark, you hit the switch for the hallway before walking downstairs.

The kitchen light was off and so was reid's office that was down the hall, you frown looking around confuse, it wasn't until you heard a creak from outside that made you slowly turn your heard towards the back sliding door. You back up out of the kitchen before peeking around the corner and saw the deck was lit up and a figure was sitting on the stairs. You walk over to the sliding door and gently slide it open making spencer turn his head to look at you, you give hima small smile as he does the same before turn back towards the spacious yard.

"Hey, babe. You couldn't sleep?" You ask taking a seat next to him.

"I had another nightmare." He whisper making you lean against him with your hand on his knee.

"Want to talk about it?" Spencer look at you, the sadness and tiredness from his eyes made you frown.

"I think this one is best saved for tara," he joke but you could tell it had grief behind it.

"That bad, huh." He nodded.

"But, hey you don't need to worry about it," You gave him a look.

"But, i do, spencer. It seems like ever since hotch and morgan left your nightmares have become frequent." Spencer bows his head, "I'm starting to get concern about your mental–"

"Honey, please." He beg making me lower my shoulders, "I already have prentiss constantly badgering me about going to a therapist, please don't start too."

"Have you ever thought maybe, she has a point, you been through a lot this past year–"

"Yeah, I know I was there." He snap making you bite your bottom lip at his frustration, you didn't take it to heart you know how stress he been since prentiss put him on leave, "...I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean...I'm just..." he sigh putting his head in his hand.

"I know your reckless, I get it."

You both sat in silence. The sound of the crickets in the air reminded you of the time, you and spencer went back home to nevada to check out your old childhood home.

"...hey, you remember that time when we climb that huge oak tree in my backyard when we were kids and you ended up falling out of it because, shoot what happen again..." you ask looking at him, spencer's lips curve at the memory and shook his head.

"I was attack by squirrel–"

"You were attack by a squirrel, gosh..." You lean your head back as you giggle, "...that was most hilarious thing I seen, and you remember what your mom said when was cleaning up your cheek." You grin.

"She said, this is what children get when they don't listen to their mothers, disfigured the day before picture day." He smile with his knee knocking your own, you shook your head at the memory.

"And she had to put cake of make-up on you to hide the little scatches from the squirrel." He chuckle nodding his head, you watch him as the tension in his face slolwy disappear.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I look like I was about to fall asleep with how heavy that make up was on me." You giggle remembering his face, one of his eyes were half open while the other one was completely close.

We grew quiet again with a peaceful ambience between us, you glance at reid before looking out as the fireflies start to glow up the backyard.

"...you know that was one of the scariest moments of my life." You turn your head to look at spencer as he look back at you with a small frown, "...seeing you there on the ground in pain, it scared the hell outta me all I could think is 'it's my fault, it was for me he probably be okay,' I blame myself for months for what happen." You sigh bowing your head back before looking at him.

"What I am trying to say is that I worked through it just like i work through you going on your long trips and dangerous assignments by talking to someone. It doesn't have to be a therapist or me. But, you can't hold whatever in here..." You press your index finger to his temple, "...forever because than it gets to be too much and it overflows out into our lives, and I don't want that to happen." You out your hand over his as it rest on his thigh.

"So, please, spence whatever going through that weird machine you call a brain, let it out, write down in a notebook. Hell, sew it on a pillow for all I care, just please no more holding it in. For us." You grab his hand putting in his lap resting it his hand on your four months belly bump, spencer look down at your stomach and his hand rub the small bump with a small smile.

"Do you have any clients tomorrow?" He ask making you give a wide smile.

"No, I'm all yours." He look back up to your face.

"Okay, we can talk tomorrow, but for now..." he took off his grey zip up sweater and put it around your shoulder before scooting close to you, "...let's just enjoy this." You smile moving your head to rest on his shoulder as his arm wasaround your own.

"Deal."

wishing 7 figures on every woman that’s reading this 🧿✨

Begging You

It was the middle of the night when you woke, you stretch out your body and your hand went to the left side of the bed hoping to snuggling up to reid. But, your arm fall on a empty cold space, you snap your eyes opened before sitting up slowly, the bathroom door was close and inside was dark so he wasn't in there. You push the thick cover off your body before scooting off the bed and sliding on your fuzzy slippers, you out into the hall seeing the house was pitch dark, you hit the switch for the hallway before walking downstairs.

The kitchen light was off and so was reid's office that was down the hall, you frown looking around confuse, it wasn't until you heard a creak from outside that made you slowly turn your heard towards the back sliding door. You back up out of the kitchen before peeking around the corner and saw the deck was lit up and a figure was sitting on the stairs. You walk over to the sliding door and gently slide it open making spencer turn his head to look at you, you give hima small smile as he does the same before turn back towards the spacious yard.

"Hey, babe. You couldn't sleep?" You ask taking a seat next to him.

"I had another nightmare." He whisper making you lean against him with your hand on his knee.

"Want to talk about it?" Spencer look at you, the sadness and tiredness from his eyes made you frown.

"I think this one is best saved for tara," he joke but you could tell it had grief behind it.

"That bad, huh." He nodded.

"But, hey you don't need to worry about it," You gave him a look.

"But, i do, spencer. It seems like ever since hotch and morgan left your nightmares have become frequent." Spencer bows his head, "I'm starting to get concern about your mental–"

"Honey, please." He beg making me lower my shoulders, "I already have prentiss constantly badgering me about going to a therapist, please don't start too."

"Have you ever thought maybe, she has a point, you been through a lot this past year–"

"Yeah, I know I was there." He snap making you bite your bottom lip at his frustration, you didn't take it to heart you know how stress he been since prentiss put him on leave, "...I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean...I'm just..." he sigh putting his head in his hand.

"I know your reckless, I get it."

You both sat in silence. The sound of the crickets in the air reminded you of the time, you and spencer went back home to nevada to check out your old childhood home.

"...hey, you remember that time when we climb that huge oak tree in my backyard when we were kids and you ended up falling out of it because, shoot what happen again..." you ask looking at him, spencer's lips curve at the memory and shook his head.

"I was attack by squirrel–"

"You were attack by a squirrel, gosh..." You lean your head back as you giggle, "...that was most hilarious thing I seen, and you remember what your mom said when was cleaning up your cheek." You grin.

"She said, this is what children get when they don't listen to their mothers, disfigured the day before picture day." He smile with his knee knocking your own, you shook your head at the memory.

"And she had to put cake of make-up on you to hide the little scatches from the squirrel." He chuckle nodding his head, you watch him as the tension in his face slolwy disappear.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I look like I was about to fall asleep with how heavy that make up was on me." You giggle remembering his face, one of his eyes were half open while the other one was completely close.

We grew quiet again with a peaceful ambience between us, you glance at reid before looking out as the fireflies start to glow up the backyard.

"...you know that was one of the scariest moments of my life." You turn your head to look at spencer as he look back at you with a small frown, "...seeing you there on the ground in pain, it scared the hell outta me all I could think is 'it's my fault, it was for me he probably be okay,' I blame myself for months for what happen." You sigh bowing your head back before looking at him.

"What I am trying to say is that I worked through it just like i work through you going on your long trips and dangerous assignments by talking to someone. It doesn't have to be a therapist or me. But, you can't hold whatever in here..." You press your index finger to his temple, "...forever because than it gets to be too much and it overflows out into our lives, and I don't want that to happen." You out your hand over his as it rest on his thigh.

"So, please, spence whatever going through that weird machine you call a brain, let it out, write down in a notebook. Hell, sew it on a pillow for all I care, just please no more holding it in. For us." You grab his hand putting in his lap resting it his hand on your four months belly bump, spencer look down at your stomach and his hand rub the small bump with a small smile.

"Do you have any clients tomorrow?" He ask making you give a wide smile.

"No, I'm all yours." He look back up to your face.

"Okay, we can talk tomorrow, but for now..." he took off his grey zip up sweater and put it around your shoulder before scooting close to you, "...let's just enjoy this." You smile moving your head to rest on his shoulder as his arm wasaround your own.

"Deal."

Begging You

It was the middle of the night when you woke, you stretch out your body and your hand went to the left side of the bed hoping to snuggling up to reid. But, your arm fall on a empty cold space, you snap your eyes opened before sitting up slowly, the bathroom door was close and inside was dark so he wasn't in there. You push the thick cover off your body before scooting off the bed and sliding on your fuzzy slippers, you out into the hall seeing the house was pitch dark, you hit the switch for the hallway before walking downstairs.

The kitchen light was off and so was reid's office that was down the hall, you frown looking around confuse, it wasn't until you heard a creak from outside that made you slowly turn your heard towards the back sliding door. You back up out of the kitchen before peeking around the corner and saw the deck was lit up and a figure was sitting on the stairs. You walk over to the sliding door and gently slide it open making spencer turn his head to look at you, you give hima small smile as he does the same before turn back towards the spacious yard.

"Hey, babe. You couldn't sleep?" You ask taking a seat next to him.

"I had another nightmare." He whisper making you lean against him with your hand on his knee.

"Want to talk about it?" Spencer look at you, the sadness and tiredness from his eyes made you frown.

"I think this one is best saved for tara," he joke but you could tell it had grief behind it.

"That bad, huh." He nodded.

"But, hey you don't need to worry about it," You gave him a look.

"But, i do, spencer. It seems like ever since hotch and morgan left your nightmares have become frequent." Spencer bows his head, "I'm starting to get concern about your mental–"

"Honey, please." He beg making me lower my shoulders, "I already have prentiss constantly badgering me about going to a therapist, please don't start too."

"Have you ever thought maybe, she has a point, you been through a lot this past year–"

"Yeah, I know I was there." He snap making you bite your bottom lip at his frustration, you didn't take it to heart you know how stress he been since prentiss put him on leave, "...I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean...I'm just..." he sigh putting his head in his hand.

"I know your reckless, I get it."

You both sat in silence. The sound of the crickets in the air reminded you of the time, you and spencer went back home to nevada to check out your old childhood home.

"...hey, you remember that time when we climb that huge oak tree in my backyard when we were kids and you ended up falling out of it because, shoot what happen again..." you ask looking at him, spencer's lips curve at the memory and shook his head.

"I was attack by squirrel–"

"You were attack by a squirrel, gosh..." You lean your head back as you giggle, "...that was most hilarious thing I seen, and you remember what your mom said when was cleaning up your cheek." You grin.

"She said, this is what children get when they don't listen to their mothers, disfigured the day before picture day." He smile with his knee knocking your own, you shook your head at the memory.

"And she had to put cake of make-up on you to hide the little scatches from the squirrel." He chuckle nodding his head, you watch him as the tension in his face slolwy disappear.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I look like I was about to fall asleep with how heavy that make up was on me." You giggle remembering his face, one of his eyes were half open while the other one was completely close.

We grew quiet again with a peaceful ambience between us, you glance at reid before looking out as the fireflies start to glow up the backyard.

"...you know that was one of the scariest moments of my life." You turn your head to look at spencer as he look back at you with a small frown, "...seeing you there on the ground in pain, it scared the hell outta me all I could think is 'it's my fault, it was for me he probably be okay,' I blame myself for months for what happen." You sigh bowing your head back before looking at him.

"What I am trying to say is that I worked through it just like i work through you going on your long trips and dangerous assignments by talking to someone. It doesn't have to be a therapist or me. But, you can't hold whatever in here..." You press your index finger to his temple, "...forever because than it gets to be too much and it overflows out into our lives, and I don't want that to happen." You out your hand over his as it rest on his thigh.

"So, please, spence whatever going through that weird machine you call a brain, let it out, write down in a notebook. Hell, sew it on a pillow for all I care, just please no more holding it in. For us." You grab his hand putting in his lap resting it his hand on your four months belly bump, spencer look down at your stomach and his hand rub the small bump with a small smile.

"Do you have any clients tomorrow?" He ask making you give a wide smile.

"No, I'm all yours." He look back up to your face.

"Okay, we can talk tomorrow, but for now..." he took off his grey zip up sweater and put it around your shoulder before scooting close to you, "...let's just enjoy this." You smile moving your head to rest on his shoulder as his arm wasaround your own.

"Deal."

Begging You

It was the middle of the night when you woke, you stretch out your body and your hand went to the left side of the bed hoping to snuggling up to reid. But, your arm fall on a empty cold space, you snap your eyes opened before sitting up slowly, the bathroom door was close and inside was dark so he wasn't in there. You push the thick cover off your body before scooting off the bed and sliding on your fuzzy slippers, you out into the hall seeing the house was pitch dark, you hit the switch for the hallway before walking downstairs.

The kitchen light was off and so was reid's office that was down the hall, you frown looking around confuse, it wasn't until you heard a creak from outside that made you slowly turn your heard towards the back sliding door. You back up out of the kitchen before peeking around the corner and saw the deck was lit up and a figure was sitting on the stairs. You walk over to the sliding door and gently slide it open making spencer turn his head to look at you, you give hima small smile as he does the same before turn back towards the spacious yard.

"Hey, babe. You couldn't sleep?" You ask taking a seat next to him.

"I had another nightmare." He whisper making you lean against him with your hand on his knee.

"Want to talk about it?" Spencer look at you, the sadness and tiredness from his eyes made you frown.

"I think this one is best saved for tara," he joke but you could tell it had grief behind it.

"That bad, huh." He nodded.

"But, hey you don't need to worry about it," You gave him a look.

"But, i do, spencer. It seems like ever since hotch and morgan left your nightmares have become frequent." Spencer bows his head, "I'm starting to get concern about your mental–"

"Honey, please." He beg making me lower my shoulders, "I already have prentiss constantly badgering me about going to a therapist, please don't start too."

"Have you ever thought maybe, she has a point, you been through a lot this past year–"

"Yeah, I know I was there." He snap making you bite your bottom lip at his frustration, you didn't take it to heart you know how stress he been since prentiss put him on leave, "...I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean...I'm just..." he sigh putting his head in his hand.

"I know your reckless, I get it."

You both sat in silence. The sound of the crickets in the air reminded you of the time, you and spencer went back home to nevada to check out your old childhood home.

"...hey, you remember that time when we climb that huge oak tree in my backyard when we were kids and you ended up falling out of it because, shoot what happen again..." you ask looking at him, spencer's lips curve at the memory and shook his head.

"I was attack by squirrel–"

"You were attack by a squirrel, gosh..." You lean your head back as you giggle, "...that was most hilarious thing I seen, and you remember what your mom said when was cleaning up your cheek." You grin.

"She said, this is what children get when they don't listen to their mothers, disfigured the day before picture day." He smile with his knee knocking your own, you shook your head at the memory.

"And she had to put cake of make-up on you to hide the little scatches from the squirrel." He chuckle nodding his head, you watch him as the tension in his face slolwy disappear.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I look like I was about to fall asleep with how heavy that make up was on me." You giggle remembering his face, one of his eyes were half open while the other one was completely close.

We grew quiet again with a peaceful ambience between us, you glance at reid before looking out as the fireflies start to glow up the backyard.

"...you know that was one of the scariest moments of my life." You turn your head to look at spencer as he look back at you with a small frown, "...seeing you there on the ground in pain, it scared the hell outta me all I could think is 'it's my fault, it was for me he probably be okay,' I blame myself for months for what happen." You sigh bowing your head back before looking at him.

"What I am trying to say is that I worked through it just like i work through you going on your long trips and dangerous assignments by talking to someone. It doesn't have to be a therapist or me. But, you can't hold whatever in here..." You press your index finger to his temple, "...forever because than it gets to be too much and it overflows out into our lives, and I don't want that to happen." You out your hand over his as it rest on his thigh.

"So, please, spence whatever going through that weird machine you call a brain, let it out, write down in a notebook. Hell, sew it on a pillow for all I care, just please no more holding it in. For us." You grab his hand putting in his lap resting it his hand on your four months belly bump, spencer look down at your stomach and his hand rub the small bump with a small smile.

"Do you have any clients tomorrow?" He ask making you give a wide smile.

"No, I'm all yours." He look back up to your face.

"Okay, we can talk tomorrow, but for now..." he took off his grey zip up sweater and put it around your shoulder before scooting close to you, "...let's just enjoy this." You smile moving your head to rest on his shoulder as his arm wasaround your own.

"Deal."

Begging You

It was the middle of the night when you woke, you stretch out your body and your hand went to the left side of the bed hoping to snuggling up to reid. But, your arm fall on a empty cold space, you snap your eyes opened before sitting up slowly, the bathroom door was close and inside was dark so he wasn't in there. You push the thick cover off your body before scooting off the bed and sliding on your fuzzy slippers, you out into the hall seeing the house was pitch dark, you hit the switch for the hallway before walking downstairs.

The kitchen light was off and so was reid's office that was down the hall, you frown looking around confuse, it wasn't until you heard a creak from outside that made you slowly turn your heard towards the back sliding door. You back up out of the kitchen before peeking around the corner and saw the deck was lit up and a figure was sitting on the stairs. You walk over to the sliding door and gently slide it open making spencer turn his head to look at you, you give hima small smile as he does the same before turn back towards the spacious yard.

"Hey, babe. You couldn't sleep?" You ask taking a seat next to him.

"I had another nightmare." He whisper making you lean against him with your hand on his knee.

"Want to talk about it?" Spencer look at you, the sadness and tiredness from his eyes made you frown.

"I think this one is best saved for tara," he joke but you could tell it had grief behind it.

"That bad, huh." He nodded.

"But, hey you don't need to worry about it," You gave him a look.

"But, i do, spencer. It seems like ever since hotch and morgan left your nightmares have become frequent." Spencer bows his head, "I'm starting to get concern about your mental–"

"Honey, please." He beg making me lower my shoulders, "I already have prentiss constantly badgering me about going to a therapist, please don't start too."

"Have you ever thought maybe, she has a point, you been through a lot this past year–"

"Yeah, I know I was there." He snap making you bite your bottom lip at his frustration, you didn't take it to heart you know how stress he been since prentiss put him on leave, "...I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean...I'm just..." he sigh putting his head in his hand.

"I know your reckless, I get it."

You both sat in silence. The sound of the crickets in the air reminded you of the time, you and spencer went back home to nevada to check out your old childhood home.

"...hey, you remember that time when we climb that huge oak tree in my backyard when we were kids and you ended up falling out of it because, shoot what happen again..." you ask looking at him, spencer's lips curve at the memory and shook his head.

"I was attack by squirrel–"

"You were attack by a squirrel, gosh..." You lean your head back as you giggle, "...that was most hilarious thing I seen, and you remember what your mom said when was cleaning up your cheek." You grin.

"She said, this is what children get when they don't listen to their mothers, disfigured the day before picture day." He smile with his knee knocking your own, you shook your head at the memory.

"And she had to put cake of make-up on you to hide the little scatches from the squirrel." He chuckle nodding his head, you watch him as the tension in his face slolwy disappear.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I look like I was about to fall asleep with how heavy that make up was on me." You giggle remembering his face, one of his eyes were half open while the other one was completely close.

We grew quiet again with a peaceful ambience between us, you glance at reid before looking out as the fireflies start to glow up the backyard.

"...you know that was one of the scariest moments of my life." You turn your head to look at spencer as he look back at you with a small frown, "...seeing you there on the ground in pain, it scared the hell outta me all I could think is 'it's my fault, it was for me he probably be okay,' I blame myself for months for what happen." You sigh bowing your head back before looking at him.

"What I am trying to say is that I worked through it just like i work through you going on your long trips and dangerous assignments by talking to someone. It doesn't have to be a therapist or me. But, you can't hold whatever in here..." You press your index finger to his temple, "...forever because than it gets to be too much and it overflows out into our lives, and I don't want that to happen." You out your hand over his as it rest on his thigh.

"So, please, spence whatever going through that weird machine you call a brain, let it out, write down in a notebook. Hell, sew it on a pillow for all I care, just please no more holding it in. For us." You grab his hand putting in his lap resting it his hand on your four months belly bump, spencer look down at your stomach and his hand rub the small bump with a small smile.

"Do you have any clients tomorrow?" He ask making you give a wide smile.

"No, I'm all yours." He look back up to your face.

"Okay, we can talk tomorrow, but for now..." he took off his grey zip up sweater and put it around your shoulder before scooting close to you, "...let's just enjoy this." You smile moving your head to rest on his shoulder as his arm wasaround your own.

"Deal."

Begging You

It was the middle of the night when you woke, you stretch out your body and your hand went to the left side of the bed hoping to snuggling up to reid. But, your arm fall on a empty cold space, you snap your eyes opened before sitting up slowly, the bathroom door was close and inside was dark so he wasn't in there. You push the thick cover off your body before scooting off the bed and sliding on your fuzzy slippers, you out into the hall seeing the house was pitch dark, you hit the switch for the hallway before walking downstairs.

The kitchen light was off and so was reid's office that was down the hall, you frown looking around confuse, it wasn't until you heard a creak from outside that made you slowly turn your heard towards the back sliding door. You back up out of the kitchen before peeking around the corner and saw the deck was lit up and a figure was sitting on the stairs. You walk over to the sliding door and gently slide it open making spencer turn his head to look at you, you give hima small smile as he does the same before turn back towards the spacious yard.

"Hey, babe. You couldn't sleep?" You ask taking a seat next to him.

"I had another nightmare." He whisper making you lean against him with your hand on his knee.

"Want to talk about it?" Spencer look at you, the sadness and tiredness from his eyes made you frown.

"I think this one is best saved for tara," he joke but you could tell it had grief behind it.

"That bad, huh." He nodded.

"But, hey you don't need to worry about it," You gave him a look.

"But, i do, spencer. It seems like ever since hotch and morgan left your nightmares have become frequent." Spencer bows his head, "I'm starting to get concern about your mental–"

"Honey, please." He beg making me lower my shoulders, "I already have prentiss constantly badgering me about going to a therapist, please don't start too."

"Have you ever thought maybe, she has a point, you been through a lot this past year–"

"Yeah, I know I was there." He snap making you bite your bottom lip at his frustration, you didn't take it to heart you know how stress he been since prentiss put him on leave, "...I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean...I'm just..." he sigh putting his head in his hand.

"I know your reckless, I get it."

You both sat in silence. The sound of the crickets in the air reminded you of the time, you and spencer went back home to nevada to check out your old childhood home.

"...hey, you remember that time when we climb that huge oak tree in my backyard when we were kids and you ended up falling out of it because, shoot what happen again..." you ask looking at him, spencer's lips curve at the memory and shook his head.

"I was attack by squirrel–"

"You were attack by a squirrel, gosh..." You lean your head back as you giggle, "...that was most hilarious thing I seen, and you remember what your mom said when was cleaning up your cheek." You grin.

"She said, this is what children get when they don't listen to their mothers, disfigured the day before picture day." He smile with his knee knocking your own, you shook your head at the memory.

"And she had to put cake of make-up on you to hide the little scatches from the squirrel." He chuckle nodding his head, you watch him as the tension in his face slolwy disappear.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I look like I was about to fall asleep with how heavy that make up was on me." You giggle remembering his face, one of his eyes were half open while the other one was completely close.

We grew quiet again with a peaceful ambience between us, you glance at reid before looking out as the fireflies start to glow up the backyard.

"...you know that was one of the scariest moments of my life." You turn your head to look at spencer as he look back at you with a small frown, "...seeing you there on the ground in pain, it scared the hell outta me all I could think is 'it's my fault, it was for me he probably be okay,' I blame myself for months for what happen." You sigh bowing your head back before looking at him.

"What I am trying to say is that I worked through it just like i work through you going on your long trips and dangerous assignments by talking to someone. It doesn't have to be a therapist or me. But, you can't hold whatever in here..." You press your index finger to his temple, "...forever because than it gets to be too much and it overflows out into our lives, and I don't want that to happen." You out your hand over his as it rest on his thigh.

"So, please, spence whatever going through that weird machine you call a brain, let it out, write down in a notebook. Hell, sew it on a pillow for all I care, just please no more holding it in. For us." You grab his hand putting in his lap resting it his hand on your four months belly bump, spencer look down at your stomach and his hand rub the small bump with a small smile.

"Do you have any clients tomorrow?" He ask making you give a wide smile.

"No, I'm all yours." He look back up to your face.

"Okay, we can talk tomorrow, but for now..." he took off his grey zip up sweater and put it around your shoulder before scooting close to you, "...let's just enjoy this." You smile moving your head to rest on his shoulder as his arm wasaround your own.

"Deal."

Hi, I don't know if you're doing asks. If you aren't, I'm sorry. but I saw the one you did of Spencer Reid, and I wanted to ask if you could do a Spencer Reid x black reader? It could honestly be anything. Thank you 😊

Of course byt it will take a while.

Keep Me in Your Thoughts (35)

As I maneuver around the lords and ladies, I bump into meleah who was still carrying my plate.

"There you are, my queen. I was looking all over for you," she said looking at me, "You gave me a fright when I turn to see you were gone," she said with a hint of anger, I gave her a apologic look before apologizing.

"I'm sorry, dear friend. I saw a bird and got distracted by daemon-" I look over my shoulder to see him talking to his neice before looking at Meleah to see her brows shot up stopping me.

"You saw daemon, what did he say? Did he say anything to you." I opened my mouth to speak, but when my eyes caught viserys and otto coming my way making me snap my mouth shut and look at meleah.

"I'll tell you later, don't bring up daemon" I utter fast before plastering on a small smile as the last two people I wanted to be around stood just three feet away from me.

"Rhaelle." Viserys bow his head towards me, I do the same to him before glancing at otto.

"Otto." I acknowledge.

"Woman." He says back, he glance up and down my body before averting his eyes else were. Pervert. I mentally roll my eyes as I look back at viserys.

"I'm apologize I couldn't make it to the welcoming party, I had some..." I look at meleah before back at viserys, "things I needed to discuss with my...advisor." I said with a small smile.

Viserys made a surpise noise as he look to meleah, "Oh, I did not know she was your hand, what ever happened to what's his name..." he look at otto for help on the last hand of the king.

"Stefon, I believe." Otto said making viserys nod his head.

"Yes, Stefon. What ever happened to him." Viserys asked looking at me curiously.

"Oh, he was hanged for his crimes against the crown." I said making viserys and otto stare at me stunned, "Yes, I found it was him behind it all. The coup, the rebellion, and the attempt of my late husband's life and mines as well."

"O-oh, rhaelle. I am so sorry-" viserys started.

"Don't be sorry. Actions have consequences and his action lead to many to die and his punishment was to hang in the square so everyone could see the traitor that he was." I smiled, my eyes glance at otto when talking about steforn before I look back at viserys, who gave me a odd look before plastering on a small smile.

"Yes, well...anyway, you said you were discussing a matter. Does that mean you have decided on our offer." He ask hopefully making me give him a sweet smile, oh boy I did.

"Yes, I have..." I say before looking at meleah and glancing down at the plate and taking a tidbit before eating it, "but first, I want to talk about another alternative." My hand hover over my mouth as I chewed and talk at the same time.

"Your not in the position to be making offers, not when-" I put up my hand motioning to him to shut it.

"I was talking to the king, not his lickspittle," I smirk looking at him as otto sneer at me, I drop my hand looking at the king, " I have an idea that could fix our little problem, without blood and fire being involved." Viserys furrow his brows confused.

"War wasn't really an option, rhaelle." I look at him with mock confusion.

"Wasn't it? By the way, you and otto was saying it, it seemed like my position could have started a war." I said.

"A war?" My eyes flit to daemon moving to stand by his brother as he look between you and viserys, "What war?" He asked looking at his brother.

"There's no-." He look to daemon.

"Is there gonna be another war, father." Rhaenyra ask as she stood by my side as she stood across from her uncle.

"No, there's not going to be a war. Right, rhaelle." Viserys says looking at me, I shrug my shoulders.

"Well, there's a chance there might be a war, but I doubt westeros have to deal with it. It more of a problem for the serpent islands." I said looking no where particular as I told them.

"Your going to war? With who." Daemon demanded turning his body to look at you.

"Apparently with the iron islands." Daemon scoff out a laugh.

"The iron islands? There the poorest and least respected house in westeros, who will be stupid enough to join them in that fight." He said.

"From what I was told by your brother, due to my position as queen. Their is a chance other lords will join in and try to convince the great houses to retake their old thrones. All because i am a woman." I tsk.

"That is not true," rhaenyra said making me side eye her as she look at her father, "Is it, father. You don't think they will try it now, especially since I am heir." She ask, i raise my brow and look at viserys, let's see how he gonna explain this.

"Of course not, my dear. They swore a oath to you-" Viserys started as he looked at his daughter with care, it makes me want to throw up.

"Oaths can be broken." I said catching their attention, rhaenyra squinted at me as her father nostril flared.

"You know nothing what you speak of, cousin. They will bend the knee to rhaenyra, they gave their word." Viserys state as he glare at her.

"Words are just words, my king. They are meaningless when it comes to someone's else own ambitions and greed." I said making the king purse his lips, "...but, actions on the other hand is something different."

"Wars can't fix everything." Otto chided rolling his eyes.

"Still not talking to you," My eyes were train on the king and his daughter as I talk, I heard a chuckle from Daemon making me continue, "That's why I came up with a brilliant idea that could work for our houses." Viserys raised a brow.

"I'm listening."

"Rather than marrying Aeron and Rhaenyra-"

"I'm sorry what." Rhaenyra snap her eyes to look at her father.

"I have decided to agree to your terms and give up my crown to my eldest," A curve in lifted otto's lips as he look at me with a smug look, "as well as, bend the knee to house targaryen to show goodwill between our houses. " The smug look drop from otto's face making viserys look at me surpise and daemon stare at me shock.

"Rhaelle, that's fantastic news." Viserys said recovering from his surpise to smile at me. Yeah, let's see if you still think so when I tell you the best part.

"Yes, but I only have two conditions." I say making viserys chuckle.

"I'll expected you did," he said making me smile, "So, What are these conditions." He ask curious.

"The first is I will give my son the throne, when I feel he is ready for it." I emphasis as my eyes glance at Otto before looking back at viserys, "I will not just give my son the throne just because he was born with a cock between his legs, no, he will earn it and he will show me if he can handle the weight of the crown and all the responsibilities that comes with it."

Viserys look uncertain to otto to see the hand glaring at me before looking back at me, "Okay," he said slowly before asking about the second condition.

My eyes look at rhaenyra as she was focus on staring at daemon, "As a show of my loyalty of house targaryen, I will only bend the knee...once rhaenyra is crowned queen." Rhaenyra snap her eyes away from Daemon to look at you with confusion in her eyes.

"Pardon?" Viserys ask as his cheek twitch making me look at him, he stare at you with a strain look as he tries to keep his smile from faltering making me refrain from giggling.

"Those are my conditions," I said noticing the tension in his jaw as he clench it, oh he is so vexed I could see a little vein in his head poking out.

"I will have to think about it," he said with a hint of annoyance, i glance at daemon to see him looking at me amuse before look back his brother.

"Take all the time you need, my king." I smile, a soft voice caught my attention making me turn to see a maid with a uncut pomegranate in her hand.

She handed it to me making me look at for a moment and thank her, I turn around when she walk away as stare at the pomegranate, the very thing you curve more than anything is here but yet you can't eat. I hate this place. I hate this place. I hate this place so much.

"What the hell am I suppose to do with this." I mutter to myself looking down at the pomegranate in my hand, I glance up hearing daemon talk to viserys as they converse I look back down at the fruit.

I really wanted to eat this and still do, I look over at meleah as she wore a uncomfortable look as she stood there. I look back down at the fruit as I thoughtlessly dig my nail of my thumbs into the skin, I held it against my stomach to tried to pry it opened.

"My Queen, what are you-" Meleah utter to me when she stop mid sentence as I split the pomegranate in half with a smile. Now all I need is a spoon.

"Hold this please," I say to meleah giving her half the pomegranate and moving to break the half pomegranate in half again before splitting it again.

A bit of seeds drop but I didn't care as I ate the one that was in my hand, a small smile came over my lips as I start feeling a bit more happy. I look at meleah to see her looking me with a small frown.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that , your making me nervous," I say to her making her consort her expression and apologize to me, as I ate I took in meleah, wondering why she seem so off today.

Before I can questioned my friend, a irrating sound rang in my ears.

"For someone who call herself a queen, you certainly still act like a child." Meleah and I turn our eyes to otto.

"What are you babbling on about now," he scoff as he eye my hand, I look down at the bit of juice that stain my fingers before my hand on my dress and  look back at otto.

"I'm hungry." He roll his eyes making me do the same, he talks of me acting like a child when he twice as worst, "And besides, I rather be called a child than a grouchy miserable old man...like you." He snarl at me making me want to stick my tongue out at him, why must he be such a cunt.

"You haven't change a bit, m'lady." I cock my head to the side at his taunting tone as he look at his hand, "...still the same foolish little girl, I married-" my body move without thinking as I look the cup from alicent's hand as she just came to join the circle and threw the wine into otto's face causing gasp from both sides of you.

I stare at him as he look down at his soil clothes before looking at me, "I may be foolish but that's easy to fix, but you will always be a rat bastard." I threw the empty cup at his feet along with the shell of my fruit, and turn to stalk away, I heard my name being called as I hurried away back inside.

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Keep Me in Your Thoughts (32)

It was close to dawn as rhaelle laid awake in her armchair facing the blazing fire, she sniff as she stare into space as her mind was elsewhere.

It been close to a month since daemon left, it been a week since he sent a letter to her explaining that it might take a bit longer for him to come home. Her mind was too muddled to worry if daemon was going to come back or not, it was too focus on her new status as a dowager queen now thoros has joined his wife.  Rhaelle's hand rest near her mouth as tears form and sting her eyes at the thought of the late monarch, the funeral was days ago and she still hasn't stop crying.

The one man she considered as a father and who didn't treat her as a pawn or object was gone, it hurt so much to think about it. It was like jaehaerys all over again, one second his fine and happy and moving again and the next his back in bed and she is being woke up in the middle of the night told that it was time to say your goodbyes. She felt lost. She felt abandoned. She felt angry.

Rhaelle thoughts were interrupted by her stomach turning in discomfort, before she knew it she was holding her mouth as she gets up hurrying to the bucket that was near bedside and dropping down to her knees to puke up her supper. She retch before groaning as she move to push herself to lean against her the bed on the floor, she wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. She close her eyes tight feeling a headache coming on, why must she feel this way now she has so much to do and being sick is going to get in her way.

As rhaelle spit up more vomit into the bucket, a knock came from her door before it was opened making her turn her head weakly to see Meleah walking in and looking around. The priestess stop midway to see rhaelle on the floor clenching a bucket by her side. 

"My Queen? Are you alright." She asked closing the door behind her before going to squat across from the queen.

"Yes, it's nothing. It will pass." Meleah look at rhaelle wary, rhaelle cast her eyes away from meleah worried eyes to the folded parchment in the woman's hand, "What is that." She motion her head to what meleah was holding, meleah took a sit on the floor before looking at the message that was sent from king's landing.

"It is a message from king viserys." Rhaelle roll her eyes leaning her head back so it could hit the side of her mattress.

"Throw it away, I am in no mood for him." Meleah frown a bit.

"It could be important." Rhaelle scoffed doubtfully, but nonetheless she took the message from meleah's outreach hand and opened it.

She scan her eyes over the words dully and carefully before dropping her hand in her lap with a look.

"What did it say, my queen." Meleah ask making rhaelle look at her.

"He invited me to celebrate the return of daemon, without baelor." meleah brows shot up in surpised.

"Will you go." Rhaelle shrugs her shoulder unsure, she didn't feel like leaving the castle but she knows she must.

"Not like I have a choice." She grunts moving to her knees and using her bed to get up, meleah follow suits watching rhaelle carefully as she went to her side of the bed and tug on the rope to signal the servants.

"Do you wish me to go with you, my queen." Rhaelle looks at meleah for a moment before shaking her head no.

"I can go by myself, I doubt I will be there long. Once they have they fun taunting me I will be home by midnight." Meleah frown at rhaelle's back as she walks around the room.

"On the other hand, maybe I should go...for support." Rhaelle turn her head to look at meleah as the young woman took a seat on the bed while staring back at the queen.

"It's okay. I do not wish to put you through such a torturous evening at my expense," Meleah made a noise as rhaelle shuffle to her vanity table to grab her ring and put it on her picky.

"Even more reasons for me to go, maybe I can take the light off you. I know if I bring up my god, Otto would have no chance to bother you but spend his time demeaning me." Rhaelle's face twisted into a deep frown as she walks over to her bed to sit.

"Please, don't provoke that fool. I truly do not wish to be drag out of the celebration for punching him in his face." Meleah giggle as she leans against her friend.

"Oh, but I bet it you will feel really good." Rhaelle chuckle as she shook her head before looking at meleah.

"Are you sure you wish to come?" She asked, rhaelle really hope she say yes because she didn't think she handle those vultures by herself even if daemon was going to be around.

"Of course, my queen." Meleah smile making rhaelle smile back before taking her friend's hand that rest on her thigh.

"Thank you," Meleah gave a bow of her head.

"That what friends are for." Rhaelle lean her head against meleah as the door to her chamber was open making them pull apart.

Rhaelle instructed the servants into packing for a trip, "...Oh, and pomegranates I will need you to bring me one before I depart." A girl with silver blonde hair nodded before leaving as the others start finding clothes for rhaelle to wear on her ride and the afternoon.

After announcing her departure to her family and the council, rhaelle and meleah took off to King's Landing. The ride there was sadly fast it seem rhaemyx was ready to get this over and down with just as much as you, when you arrive the sun was up and beaming from the sky. When they made to the castle, there was no one to greet them like usual but there was a servant there to give a message to rhaelle. The king needed to see her in the council chamber, hopefully there were others there too, rhaelle and meleha gave their belongings to the servant before walking inside.

The walk to the council chamber brought back memories, the very spot where her life ended and begun. Rhaelle stop down the hall of the door with meleah ahead of her looking back, the priestess looked at her friend as she goes back to her to stand parallel to rhaelle.

She place her hand on her friend's arm making rhaelle snap out of her daze filled memories, making meleah give a small smile at rhaelle before squeezing her arm in reassurance. Rhaelle smile back before taking a deep breathe and exhaling, they walk together side by side to the door where two guards waited and open the doors to them. The young queen walks in first before meleah to find the council room with masters and king in it, the door closed behind them catching some attention.

"...your grace," rhaelle spoke up before her and meleah bow to the man at the head table, when viserys said her name making her lift up and look at him he wore a small smile.

"We heard what happened to king thoros, we are so sorry for your lost." Rhaelle bow her head thanking him for his condolences, she move her hands to clasp in front of her as she waited for whatever viserys wanted to ask.

The room was quiet making rhaelle look at meleah who gave a confuse look back at her, rhaelle turn her attention back to viserys and otto as they sat their just watching her. She refrain from rolling her eyes at the two idiots who called themselves king and the hand.

"Is there something else?" She ask making viserys look otto.

"Actually, there is..." Otto lean forward with his hands link together on the table, rhaelle couldn't refrain this time from rolling her eyes, "...since your husband passing we wish to discuss the succession."

"I am thoros heir," Rhaelle says dully looking at him.

"Yes, but things has changed." Rhaelle raised her brow at him before glancing at viserys.

"How so." Otto look over at viserys before back at rhaelle.

"Our son, Aeron, survived that horrid war in the stepstones. He is also the eldest and fifteen..." Rhaelle squint her eyes at him.

"So?" The corner of otto's lip twitch as he tries to refrain from grinning.

"He is of age to take the seat of Magonsæte, and with the princess returning from her tour. The king thinks it is a good idea to betrothal the two together." Rhaelle stammer at the thought.

"H-he can't he is to be married to another," she said looking between viserys and otto.

"Another? Over the princess. It seems you forgot queen rhaelle that duties comes first over happiness." Rhaelle glare at otto with a sharp look.

"He is right, rhaelle." Rhaelle look at viserys, "This can reunite our houses, not only house velfrey but house velaryon–"

"House Velaryon is not my responsibility anymore, " she cuts off making viserys purse his lips, "And my children happiness will always come first before duties," she said looking back at otto.

"My answer is no with due respect, my king. I am abidding by my husband's last wish," she said, Otto looked at her irritated while viserys gave her an exasperated look, the king look around the table before he look at rhaelle again.

"I wish to discuss a matter with rhaelle, Otto and Lord Strong can stay, I will need everyone else to stand outside." He said with his eyes trained on the woman by rhaelle's side, rhaelle look at meleah who look back at her.

"I'll be outside, my queen." Rhaelle frown before nodding as she follow the other man out the door.

Meleah stood in the hallway taking a step far from the door and the men standing near it, she lean against the wall with a window next to it looking of out to see servants and others going on with their daily routine. Her gut twist nervously in her stomach, she wondered what was being said in the chamber, she hope that ot wasn't anything bad. Rhaelle doesn't need anymore stress, she just lost her husband and friend and to be honest meleah is starting to worry for her queen. She been so off for the last couple of days, at first she thought it coukd be about daemon but the more she watches rhaelle, she feels something more is at foot. As her mind start to wonder what was going on with her friend, the doors to the council was burst through making meleah look over to see rhaelle looking around until her eyes landed on meleah.

"We're leaving." Rhaelle hiss before turning on her heels and making her way down the hall, meleah walk after her friend but not before looking inside the chamber to see the three man still sitting with glum looks on their faces.

Meleah turn her head away and hurried down the hall where her mistress just stalk down, meleah never seen her friend look so angry before she usually good at masking her emotions when she had to deal with viserys and otto. Her curiosity wonders what could they have said to make rhaelle act like this, and was it bad.

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Keep Me in Your Thoughts (33)

"Fucking bastards. How dare them." I hiss slamming the door to my old chamber open as I walk in, I start to pace the room.

"The nerve of them to blame me for this, as if I was the one who animate the rebellion. I..." I point at myself as I face meleah who was watching on the bed, " did nothing but try to restore my name and give a home to my children, and yet this is my fault." I let out a bitter chuckle, foolish old man, those bastards, those...argh.

I grabbed the pitcher from the table and threw it against the wall above the fireplace before it fell to the floor, I grind my teeth as I stare at the empty space that use to have a painting there long ago before I threw it away.

"...my queen, what is going on," I snap my head around to look at meleah as she stare at me worried, "What are you talking about? What happened in the chamber–"

"Those bastards is incompetent that is what, they are blaming me for the rebellion that iron islands are starting because I am queen."

"What do you being queen have to do with the rebellion," I rub my temple as I stand still.

"Apparently, now the last old king of westeros is gone, lords are wondering if I will bend the knee to viserys. Which I will never do not even if he held a sword to my neck," I spit angrily, "So, now a rebellion is starting in the iron islands saying they want to be kings again, and the one whose trying to act like a king and viserys thinks the other houses will follow." I sigh putting my face in my hands, this all so tiring and stupid, I can easily stomp out this little rebellion easily with my dragon but no that will only make it worse they said.

"What do they want you to do? Do they want you to bend the knee?" Meleah ask, I drag my hands down my face and look at her.

"They gave me options." Meleah raise a brow.

"Options?" I nodded before looking down, this wasnt fair, I don't understand what I did to deserve to be put in this hell.

"They said I can either give up my crown to Aeron or bend the knee to house targaryen and become lady of the serpent islands."

"But if you don't." I look up at her with a small frown.

"Than, they will go back on our deal and isolate us from westeros, which mean we will have to go back to exporting our goods through Dorne and Esso." The idea of that might sound good but it isn't, many of the things we grow and make is from essos.

To westeros our goods are the finest things they ever eaten and worn, while in essos they are nothing more than sand to them. It will put us in ruins and dorne won't be enough for us from going penniless, it's hard to say but we need the seven kingdoms to strive.

"What are you going to do." I sigh walk over to the bed and flopping down next to meleah, my back hit the bed as I look up at the familiar patterns I grown to count and look when I was bored.

"I never wanted to be queen," I said looking to meleah as she stayed sit up watching me, "All I wanted was for my daughter not to end up like me, broken and hollow, nothing to her name but the men that surrounded her." I shook my head as I could feel the burning sensation behind my eyes, I covered my eyes with the palm of my hand to keep the tears from falling.

"I would have been happy as a lord's wife, no matter how they treated me, if they ask for heirs I would have given them all  until it killed me, if it meant my daughter didn't have to do it." I sniff rubbing my nose with the sleeve off my tunic, "I never ask for this...I didn't ask to be queen, or to rule a kingdom or be the reason a rebellion is started. I just wanted to my life in peace away from viserys."

A soft knock came from the door making me and meleah look at it, meleah at me as I look back at her before she turn her head and got up. I use my elbows to lift me up to see who was at the door, when i saw it was a servant I drop down and went back to looking at the patterns of the sheet that cover my old bed, the door was shut a second later before the bed dip. I look at meleah to find her looking at me as she hold up a message.

"Daemon and Caraxes were seen flying over the city, the king wishes for our presents to welcome him back." She said before tossing the message, I sigh closing my eyes, I wish I can wake up and be back where I was when I was a little girl.  In my bed back at Driftmark waiting for my mother to come get me for my flying lessons. What I would give to be that senseless and innocent little girl again, and not this shell of a woman who had to grow up so fast and be maneuver around like some puppet on the strings.

What am I going to do? Is my reign as queen over, I mull over that thought, Am I ready to give up the crown and title.

"Should we get going, my queen?"

I mean the thought of giving up the title as queen didn't really pain me bit the thought of having to bend in front of viserys and surrender to him is what irks me the most.

"Rhaelle."

I don't care about being queen, I will still be lady of the isles and it's not going to be a big adjustment for me.

"Rhaelle?"

But, I don't want it to seem like I gave up and make viserys and otto feel like they won, no I want ro make them think that they did, they like to play their  games with me. I can easily do the same, I still have a few things up my sleeve and they will see. 

"Rhaelle." Meleah voice snap me back to reality making me blink multiple times before looking over at meleah to see her lean over looking at me.

"What." She furrow her brows and tilt her head to the side.

"I said should we get going," I frown a little before shaking my head and move to sit up making meleah to lean back, "Do you want to leave?" She ask making me look at her with before saying no.

"...I have made my decision," I said getting up and walking over to the chest near the wardrobe.

"And?" She ask behind me as I shift through my gown trying to find a gown to wear.

"I have decided..." I trailed off as I push aside the other gowns to get to the one that I needed.

"You have decided." Meleah repeats edgy me to go on making me sit up with the gown I was looking for before going back to the bed.

"That I will step down as queen and give my crown to my son, if..." I stop as I admire the gown before putting it neatly on the bed for me to consider, as I look at it my stomach starts to turn and luckily not for the worse reason.

"Do you think they have pomegranates here?" I ask moving my hand to my stomach before rubbing it, meleah glance at me before she stood.

"I'll can call a servant and ask." I smile.

"Please, do I am famish." I move to go back to my chest to pull out matching shoes and them back to the bed.

As meleah pull the string for the servant, I started to undress with my back to her. I start at my boots tossing them to the side before going to unbuckle my belt and shimmy my trousers off before discarding them on the couch leaving me in my undergarment, i turn my head to see meleah talk to the maid in the threshold of the door making me turnnback around and look down as  I start unbutton the tight corset vest, I sigh in bliss finally getting the tightness of the corset off my stomach and breast.

"Meleah, can you help me get my gown on," I say turning to face the woman.

"Of course, my queen." I watch her turn around before stopping making me give her a raise brow in question, she recover whatever shock or stunness she wss experiencing before making her way towards me with a look of bewilderment in her eyes.

"Are you alright?" I ask looking st her warily, she look at me confused making me narrow my eyes at her, "Meleah? Are you okay." I ask again making her brow twitch before nodding her head.

"Yes, my queen. I am okay, " I hummed watching her as she move to get the dress off the bed, "Are you okay?" She ask as she glance at the dress and me.

"Yes, I'm fine." I said looking at her unsure, why was she asking me I was okay she was the one who looked like she saw a ghost.

"Good. Thats good." She mumble.

I raise my brow at her as she held the dress against her arm, I used her shoulder to balance myself as I step through into the dress. I frown a bit when meleah start to pull on the strings to tighten it.

"Can you not tighten it so much," I ask softly, "...it's making my breast and stomach ache." I heard meleah let out a sound before feeling the fabric loosen a bit.

"All done, my queen." I step away from her and when to the mirror, soon meleah was right beside me looking at me through the mirror. I nod my head as I turn left and right inspecting it.

"How do you feel. Is it to your liking, my queen." Meleah ask, I stare at myself for a second before nodded.

"It's uncomfortable as hell, but it will do." I ran my hand down the front of the gown with purse lips, it makes my breast look swollen and my arms look a bit chubby.

"Does this thing make me look fat." I look at meleah to see her gape at me.

"W-what, n-no. You look fine, my queen." I clench my jaw as I stare at the mirror, shes lying you do look fat, I sigh and bow my head in annoyance before lifting it.

"It's fine. Let's see if we can use my hair to take attention off my body," I sigh sadly moving over to the table with the mirror to take a seat, as I started to play with my hair I have yet see meleah in the mirror in front of me.

I called her name waiting for her to come as I try to run my hand through my hair to get the tangles out, I finally saw meleah and pinch my brows together at her timid look. I ask if she was alright and she nodded her hair with purse look, I made a face before trying to figure out what I can do with my hair.

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Keep Me in Your Thoughts (34)

When we finally decided to show ourseleves the welcoming celebration was moved from the throne room to godswood, my arm was loop through meleah's arm as I leaned on her while she guided me to godswood. I don't know what has gotten into me, I had so much energy earlier now all I feel is tired and sluggish and big. This reminds me of something what I can't put my finger on what, maybe it's the stress getting to me, yeah, once I finish here and get back home I will feel like myself again.

Only the Red Keep and the people who stay in it can only be the reason to make me feel like absolute shit for no reason, I sigh to myself.

"Where's my pomegranate." I ask turning to look at meleah making the girl sigh herself.

"I told you, my queen. They are still looking for one," My frown deepen as we walk down the halls.

"Gods, I hate this place." I mutter, how can they not have pomegranates, they are one of the most imported fruit in westeros and they're still looking. Pigs. All of them. This place thinks about nothing but themseleves....

The moment we made it outside, I stirr meleah to the table filled of food. I unhook my arm from her as I look at the various of finger foods to eat, as I think about what I should eat first the rumble in my stomach made me realize it didn't matter. So, I took the crabapple tart from the platter and pop one in my mouth, my lashes flatter in delight at the bittersweet taste before moving to grab a plate and start pulling sweets and others onto my plate.

"My lady must you get so much," I pause and look at her before looking down at my plate that sat a separation of sweets and tidbits before glancing back at her with a frown.

"Gods, no wonder I'm getting fat, I'm stress eating." I groan moving to abandon the plate on the table, but meleah stop me from doing so as she took the plate from me.

"No, I didn't mean it like..." she sigh, "You look fine, my queen. Here." I shook my head as she tries to hand it back to me making my hands out in front of me.

"It's okay, nope. I'm fine. I'm not hungry anymore," I lied as I glance at the food and back meleah, she gave me a pleading look making me turn my head away.

"Fine." She said defeated, "Why don't I hold on to it, and if you get hungry again you can take a sweet or a tidbit off the plate, so people can think we are sharing and not all of it is yours." I bite my cheek and glance at her.

"You will do that for me?" I ask a bit uncertain, why am I feeling unsure, of course meleah do that for me she's my friend, "Thanks, Mel." She gave me purse smile as she bow her head at me.

I swipe a pork with bread around and quickly putting it in my mouth, gods that's nasty, even through I hate this place with a passion their food are always amazing. I cover my mouth as I chewed making me glance around at the lords and ladies, I look away from the people distracted by a bird in the weirwood tree. I move away from meleah to go near the tree trying to see the bird, I stand under the creepy face tree looking at the long branches that look to stretch out forever. As I move around the tree to stand behind it  I finally found the bird perched on a branch, it red feathers blended in with the blood-red leaves.

"What are you looking at?" I narrow my eyes at the bird as the person behind m3 ask.

"A bird."

"A bird?" He repeated making I hum.

"Yes, a bird. A Summer Tanager to be exact," It was his turn to hum.

"I don't see it." I lean back so my back can be touching his chest a bit before I move to point up in the tree.

"It's right...there on  that scrawny branch between those two larges ones." I felt him move closer so the front of his body was flash against my back and his chin hover over my right shoulder.

"Do you see it, my prince." His hands went to my waist gently squeezing them.

"Yes, my queen." I turn my head just as daemon did the same, a broad smile painted his lips as he gaze at me.

He squeeze my waist again before leaning towards my lips, before he can get a kiss outta me. I look away from him and move out of his hold  to lean against the tree, daemon look at me with amuse look before moving to lean against the tree too parallel from me.

"A fun fact about birds is that some are said to be smarter than humans," I said looking up as the bird flit to another branch making it shake and some leaves fall off.

"Are they now." I nod as I look at the bird flit again over to another branch, "I never knew you found birds interesting." I look at him.

"I don't. I just like reading about them, my favorite bird is the shrikes." Daemon raised his brow.

"Why? Because their cute and small." I chuckle as I move close to daemon making him smirk at me, as my hand brush against his hand making him grab it.

"That's one of the reasons," he press his lips to my palm making something in me spark and make me bite my bottom lip.

"What's the other." He ask moving my hand to rest against his cheek, my thumb caressed his cheek making him lean into my hand.

"Mostly because of their nickname, butcher birds, they got their names from impaling their prey on thorns or sharp branches to eat and store for later." I said as I slide my hand from his touch making him look at me with a bemused look, "Just because something is small and cute, my dear. Doesn't mean it can't kill you, daemon."

He face came close to my own, I could feel and smell his breathe from how close he was. It made you want to close the gap and kiss him already.

"I love it when you threaten me, my queen." A deep purr from him caused my mind to go foggy, it was the same sound he will make when he was on top of you. My core squeezed around nothing at the thought of him, gods how you want him inside of you.

"Not...threatening, my love. Just educating." I purr leaning closer to him.

He made it hard for me to think clearly. I could tell he felt the same way as his eyes hasn't stop peaking down at my swollen breast in this dress, I watch as his tongue poke out wetting his lips before our eyes made contact. His light purple eyes were now cloudy dark lilac as he stare at me, I look at his hand feeling it on my waist as he squeezes me before moving to slide behind me to grope my backside. As he kneaded my ass all I can think about is how all the time we laid in bed together. Those slender fingers were the ones that brought me to a mind-boggling orgamic bliss so many times, and how his soft lips would kiss along my thigh until he mouth on me. Gods how you want to feel him inside you again.

"...daemon," I whispered making him hum, "kiss me." He move his hand to the back of my neck bringing me onto a heated kiss.

I moan softly against him as he pull me flash against him, I could feel his tent poking me as I rub myself against casuing to let out a small whimper. His lips move from my lips to my neck as he kiss and suck along the my collarbone, as i allow him to push my back against the tree, the sudden sounds of people around us made me remember where we were at. I move to pull his mouth from my body before pecking him on the lips, before he could pull me in for another deep kiss. I move away from his hold and made my way from behind the tree.

I look over my shoulder with a smile to see him watching with lovesick grin as he comes from around the tree, when his name was called by a familiar female voice. I turn my eyes away and made way through the people who started to leave back inside to find Meleah.

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