#AND IT'S EPISODE FOUR I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES

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Grill the Grid

Guys, I'm sorry this is so short. I've had a bout of writers block but still wanted to get another chapter out. I will be going back to working on the regular chapters soon! But enjoy this take on Grill the Grid!

Like always - comments, questions, concerns, reblogs, and likes are appreciated! Much love :D

Key for this chapter: regular text - just normal speaking bold - words on the flip boards italics - scene change bold italics - the narrator lady

Episode One: Radio Show 

A quick snapshot of each driver shows up before the opening title of “Grill the Grid” crosses the screen. 

You quickly showed up and clapped your hands. 

“Welcome ladies and gents to another season of Grill the Grid.” You showed a cheeky smile as you winked to the camera. 

“Can you please state your name and what team you drive for?” 

You sighed as you thought. “Christian is going to kill me if I can't remember all of it.” You looked back at the camera. “My name is Y/n L/n and I drive for the Honda RBPT Oracle Red Bull Racing Formula One Team.” 

“That is correct.” 

Your eyes widened as you started to laugh. “I didn’t think I’d get that.” 

The lady behind the camera smiled. “Max didn’t get the entire thing.” 

You stared at the camera like you were on the office before turning to someone off camera to the side. “Do I get a point for that?” 

The video now cut to Max. 

Max had his hands on his side, head down before he looked back up. 

He had a nervous smile as he tried to think. “Yeah, I don’t know. Red Bull Racing?” He shrugged as multiple people around him laughed. 

“It’s actual Honda RBPT Oracle Red Bull Racing.” 

Max rolled his eyes. “How is anyone supposed to remember that?” 

“Y/n did.” 

“Of course.” 

Words flashed on the screen signaling to viewers the actual start of the episode. Multiple familiar faces showed as they all stood next to a board with multiple flaps of paper. 

Lando smugly looked at the title and then to the camera. “I got this in the bag.” 

“How do you think you’ll do?” 

Oscar was now on screen. “Uhhhhh.” He didn’t have time to answer.

“I think I’ll do ok. I’m not too familiar with other team’s radios, but I can try?” A red-clad Monegasque questioned himself. 

The drivers all flipped the first page.

--He better get me more stroopwaffles after that. Asshole--  

You flipped the first page and barely glanced at it before answering. “Lando.” 

“Lando.” Max also flipped.

Oscar, Daniel, Charles, and Carlos at once, “Lando.” 

Lando just stared into the camera. “Me?” 

You smiled back at the camera. “This was at Zandvoort right? After Max kinda bumped him.” 

“He pushed me off the track! Bumped is an understatement.” Lando now flipped the next page and leaned back to laugh. “Y/n.” 

--Speed. I am Speed. One winner, 19 losers. I eat losers for breakfast--

Max, once again, barely glanced before answering, “Y/n.” 

Lance looked around trying to get a hint. He couldn’t find one. “Logan? I know he’s watched the Cars movies.” 

Logan laughed as well before shaking his head. “Y/n.” 

“Me.” Your face flushed red. “Truthfully, I didn’t know the radio was on.” 

Oscar made a noise as he thought. “I want to say Logan because he recently watched that. But my heart wants to say Y/n.” 

“Is that your final answer.” 

“Yes.” 

“That’s correct.” 

Fernando, Carlos, Daniel, and Alex flipped the page. “Y/n.” 

--This is what she gets for telling me to use my mirrors. AHA! Does she even have her driver’s license?-- 

“Aha! This is Daniel.” You stood looking at the next page. “So in quali, he almost hit me in turn four during my flying lap and I told him to use his mirrors in the race. Well, he overtook me in the first lap and I fell behind.” Your smile disappeared as you looked right into the camera. “And yes, I have my driver’s license.” 

Daniel almost fell to his knees as he read the next one. His gummy smile almost took over his face. “This is me to Y/n.” 

Max just looked lost. “Who said this?” 

“Daniel.”

“Oh.”  

 

Episode Two: Champions Part 2

“So do you know what’s next?” 

You looked confused as you looked around the empty space. “Well there’s no board here?” 

Charles shrugged. “It could be anything. I certainly hope that this season we won’t have to list the champions in some order again.” 

Max looked around with a confused look. “Again?” 

Lewis rolled his eyes. “Man I knew I should have gone back and actually memorized them.” 

“There’s no way someone is getting all of them. Sebastian is gone.” Lando shrugged. 

It was now back to Charles who looked a bit more pale. A loud beep sounded on a views screen as he looked down. 

You once again clapped. “I knew all those Wikipedia pages would come in handy. Are we starting from newest to oldest or oldest to newest.” 

“Any way you want.” 

You looked up in thought as you started to list. “Ok. Max was in 2023, 2022, 2021. Then Lewis in 2020, 2019, 1028, 2017. Nico won in 2016 then it was back to Lewis in ’15 and ’14. Seb won from 2013 to 2010…” 

Max sighed before he started. “Uh, me in 2023 to 2021. Then Lewis until 2014.” 

“Incorrect. Nico won in 2016.” 

Max hummed. “Uh, Nico in ’16. Then Lewis to ’14. I know Seb won in 2013.” 

It was back to you. “And then Michael Schumacher again in 2010, which was his first with Ferrari. Then it was Hakkinen in ’99 and ’98. Uh, Villeneuve in 1997 who was preceded by Hill in 1996. Then it was back to Schumi in ’95 and ’94.”

Lando looked lost. 

Charles was still pale but he tried. “It was Max, Lewis, Nico, Lewis again. Then Seb then Lewis again?” 

“You’re forgetting another Mercedes Driver.” 

Charles looked even more confused. “Uh.” 

“Jensen Button in 2009.” 

“He was in Mercedes?” Charles just ended up walking off. 

Back to you. “Mario Andretti was the last American in 1978. Niki and Hunt danced around from 1977 to 1976. Then it was Fittipaldi, Stewart, Fittpaldi, Stewart, Rindt, Stewart respectfully in 1975, 1974, 1973, 1972, 1971, and 1970.” 

Oscar looked as if he was having a stroke. 

Logan ran a hand down his face. “I only know Andretti in 1978 and then Phil Hill in 1961. You know. Go America!” 

Fernando tried but couldn’t get past the nineties. Yet he had a smile on his face. “Y/n got all of these right, correct?” 

“She was the only one.”  

“Shut up, no she wasn’t.” Lando didn’t believe it. 

“Of course she did.” Max could only chuckle. “She would brag and brag about this in the plane.” 

“And then Ascari in 1952, then Fangio in 1951, and finally Farina in 1950!” You had a proud look on your face. “I knew I could do it. Did I miss any?” 

“Nope.”  

Episode Three: Guess These Headlights 

Charles, who had now recovered from his bout of PTSD, suddenly looked excited. “Now here is something I can do.” 

“Are you a car guy?” 

“Definitely.” Carlos responded with a smug look. “I grew up around cars.” 

“I mean. I know my McLarens?” Oscar questioned. “This is going to be hard.” 

Lando looked ready. “Let’s get this going.” 

You looked determined. “Bring it on.” You flipped the first page. “Ah. That’s a classic. A Ferrari F40.” You turned back to the camera. “If I didn’t have my Porsches, I would have bought an F40.” A far away thoughtful look crossed your face. “Maybe I’ll still get one. I’ll ask Charles. He can get me one.”  

Charles quickly answered “F40” and then flipped. “Ah. This is McLaren P1.” 

“McLaren P1,” Oscar answered. “The logo is in the headlights. Pretty helpful.” 

Daniel flipped the next one and stood back, hands on his hips. “I know Max has this car. But I can’t remember the name.” 

Lance finally looked as though he knew what it was. “This is the Aston Valkyrie.” 

Fernando also guessed it correctly. “Aston Valkyrie.” 

Next, Carlos easily got the next one. “La Ferrari. I wanted one.” 

“Did you get one.” 

Carlos nodded his head before answering. “No.” 

Max flipped through the pages very quickly. “Ah! I know this one. Y/n has two of these. It’s the Porsche 9-11’s.” 

“Y/n’s Porsche. The 9-11 model,” Alex responded. 

“I see these in my garage since Y/n’s apartment didn’t come with one, so she puts her’s in mine. It’s the Porsche 9-11,” Logan had a happy smile as he knew one. The next one, he didn’t know. 

“Not a clue.” Charles, Oscar, and Daniel all said as they flipped. 

Max took a minute to look at the X looking headlights. He hummed. “Y/n was just showing me a TikTok with this car. Says she wants one someday.” 

You had a giant grin on your face as you looked at the headlights. 

“Do you know what this car is?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Of course I know. It’s the 3 million dollar Ferrari V12 Engine Apollo Project Evo. There are currently 10 of them only in the world, and they are all owned.” 

“Do you have one of them?” 

You only smirked as you looked into the camera.

Max still stood next to his board, eyes to the sky as he really thought. His eyebrows raised as he remembered the answer. “This is like...the Apollo E car?” 

“That is correct. Now, does Y/n own one of these? She didn’t give us an answer.” 

Max looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Uh. No comment?”   

  

Episode Four: Random Skills

“Ok. For this challenge you have to guess what driver has this skill.” 

“Easy.” Came from Lando. 

You looked around confused. “I don’t think I have any skills.” 

“Do I even have a skill for them to use?” Lewis questioned himself. 

“First skill. Which driver is known for playing the piano.” 

“Sharl,” you smirked. “Easy.” 

“Charles.” Lance, Fernando, and Daniel all answered. 

“Me.” The Monegasque had a smile on his face. 

Oscar looked up. “Is it Y/n? She looks like she can play the piano.” 

“He said that? I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult.” You shrugged. 

“Which drivers claims to be able to hit a hole in one at the Monte Carlo Golf Course.” 

Max rolled his eyes. “I know Lando has claimed, but I’m going to say Carlos.” 

Carlos looked lost. “Me? I don’t know if I’ve said that though. Maybe Lando?” 

Logan answered, “Lando?” 

Lando also looked lost. “Me?” 

“No.” 

“Who is it then?” You questioned. Lando and Carlos had been your guess. 

“It is Pierre Gasly.” 

Lando huffed. “Get out of here.” 

The man in question had a guilty smile. “I forgot I said that. Let’s say it’s still true.”

You looked eager to get on with the game. You wanted to win that trophy. 

“Which driver has set a drive time around the Daytona International Speedway at 1 minute and 40 seconds. Which is only 8 seconds slower than the lap record.” 

“Oh, I didn’t know I would get on here for this category. It’s me right?” 

“Correct, Logan.”  

You took a little while to guess. “I’m gonna say Logan. Sounds like a very American thing to do at Daytona. And his brother drove for NASCAR right?” 

“Correct.”

Your fist pumped the air. 

Oscar looked elated at this question. “It’s Logan. I was there when he did it.” A big smile crossed his face. 

Lance looked around in thought. “Uhhhhh. Lando? I don’t know.” 

Lando also looked happy, as he seemed to know the answer. “It’s Logan right? Yeah, Logan. Final answer.” 

“Are there any geography questions this season, or…” Max drew out the last syllable as he laughed with the others. He suddenly went cold stare. “I’m being serious.” 

“Which driver knows how to moon walk?” 

Fernando squinted his eyes as he thought before shrugging his shoulders. “It’s one of the young ones right? Yuki?” 

Yuki was also as lost as Fernando. “I wish it was me. Maybe Lando? He DJ’s right?” 

“It’s not Lando. But it is a younger driver.” 

“I should know this after she made me play Just Dance for three hours one time. It’s Y/n.” Logan looked put off at his mention of the dance off. 

Oscar also looked bored as he also brought it up. “Yeah, it’s Y/n. I threw Just Dance out after she left. No more.” 

Max rubbed his face. “She plays it with P whenever she comes over. They play the same one over and over again. Y/n.” 

Charles had a far off look, like one of an older man who suddenly was hit with PTSD from war. He whispered, “We don’t mention moonwalk. Not after her and Arthur…” He never finished as he walked off again. 

You had a shit-eating grin on your face. “Me! And I tried to teach it to Oscar, Lando, Logan, Max, Charles, Arthur…” You just seemed to keep going and going. They finally had to stop you before you kept going on about the Just Dance discography. 

Bloopers

You stood in front of the camera with one of the que things that snap. “And action! Do you even say that anymore? And I thought this was an actual set. I might have cried when I saw the green screen.” 

Beep 

The camera showed Max creeping in as you continued listing all of the champions in order. He looked over at the camera like was on the office. “Is she still going?” 

Beep

Logan kept touching his hair and the makeup lady would slap his hands away to fix it. “NASCAR drivers don’t have to go through this. I bet they don’t have to list all the freaking Formula 1 champions in order.” He leaned in and made a gesture. “See. All they have to do is kiss a brick and they get one when they win.” 

Beep 

Oscar smiled as he looked around, honestly excited to get this over with. “I think I’m finally ready for redemption. This should be easy.” 

The camera cut to him after ever he finished filming. “I take it back. That was not easy. You guys really need to find better questions.” 

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HEARTBREAK SYNDROME

episode four :: REMINDER.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴max verstappen x ex!y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔y/n was always right.

fc – wonyoung jang (aged up to 28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕none, more messy behaviour.

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☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

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love and power

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chapter two

“i come loaded with the

safety switch on.”

Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+ ; [y/n] used sparingly ; Alias in Hell is Sylvie

tags/warnings: blood, sensory overload, vomit, implied cannibalism, descriptions of graphic violence, power dynamics, non-consensual touching, valentino sighting, slow burn eventual: smut

word count: 2.5k

author’s note: i just wanted to give a huge shoutout to @hazelfoureyes for being so gracious to let me tag her here as inspo! if you haven’t already, please go check out her work - she’s seriously sooo talented and awoke my need for more interaction between alastor and valentino lol

prelude ; chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight ; chapter nine ; chapter ten: part one ; chapter ten: part two

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Alastor had insisted that you walk back to the hotel, your arm linked under his as he paraded you through the remainder of the city like a proud parent.

You tried to fight feeling grateful for the support since he could have easily teleported you back to the hotel, but you gripped his arm all the same. The adrenaline dump had left you feeling so depleted and all you wanted was to be back in your bed. Snippets of what happened in the alley raced through your mind’s eye, and you shook your head, trying to keep them at bay. Did you really have the capacity to be that enraged? That violent? Apparently you did…

The blood was drying tight on your face, contrasting with the slick, heavy feeling of fabric latching to the skin of your chest. You could feel yourself winding up, overwhelmed and uncomfortable by the mess you were covered in. There wasn’t a part of you that felt clean and you were desperate with the need to remove your dress. Tears blurred the edge of your vision when you fixated on the taste in your mouth, barely managing to pull away from Alastor before you fell to your knees and vomited.

Bile, blood, and… It was the tipping point.

No longer able to hold it back, the sob you released was closer to a scream. What had you done? You couldn’t fight the images flashing in your mind; the sound of screams and flesh tearing, an airway so saturated with blood it bubbled. How it felt when your teeth punctured flesh, no easier than biting into a piece of fruit. Your mouth filling with blood… and swallowing. And that wasn’t all you had swallowed, was it?

It wasn’t until you started frantically tearing at the collar of your dress that Alastor approached from behind you, grabbing your wrists easily in his large hands.

“Now, now, that simply won’t do,” he chided cooly in your ear, radio static gone, his presence large and stable behind you. “I thought a walk might help you to calm down, but at least you managed to save this episode from prying eyes. Be a big girl now and stop crying, we’re nearly home.”

You couldn’t see through the tears as he pulled you up to your feet, his hands releasing you as soon as you were standing. A throb of pain rocked your head and you choked out a final sob, trying to steady your breath as you rubbed your burning, swollen eyes. 

Why was he being so patient with you? He had been in a good mood ever since he found you in the alley, not even bothered by the fact that the clothes you had been sent to pick up were soiled and needed to be returned to the cleaners. And how had he even found you in the first place? Was he following you? 

“Oh, my dear, you look like the stuff of nightmares!” Alastor said in his usual static, not sounding at all sorry for you. Hell, he probably meant it as a compliment. “Remind me to ask what that poor creature did to earn your wrath.”

With that, he hooked your arm again and led you up the hill.

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“What the fuck happened to you?!” Angel shouted from the bar when you entered the lobby. Husk nearly dropped the glass in his hand, but managed to recover, his face pale.

Thankfully, your audience was just the two of them. You wouldn’t have known what to do if everyone had been there to see you in this state. Dread came over you then, thinking of what it will be like to finally stand in front of a mirror. Your empty stomach churned.

“Not to worry, Angel, the blood isn’t hers. Poor thing ran into a bit of trouble running errands, but that’s all been taken care of, hasn’t it?” Alastor cooed, resting his hand on your shoulder as he peered down at you.

“Well don’t just stand there, let her get cleaned up before anyone else sees! Niffty’s gonna have a fucking fit when she finds the mess on that carpet,” Husk said to Alastor, shaking his head in exasperation. 

Alastor’s fingers dug into you at being rebuked, but you were more focused on the muted plop sounds of blood falling to the carpet from the laundry bag. Had it really just been an hour since you had picked it up? You were so tired it was hard to believe that it was still only morning.

“Yeah, don’t worry, toots. We won’t tell no one about your, uh… day out,” Angel said delicately, raising his hand with a suave smile. “Scout’s honor. Though I gotta say, I think you look fuckin’ badass. Whoever it was got what was coming to ’em.”

You huffed out a small laugh, managing to give him a weak smile before Alastor enveloped you both in shadow.

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Angel and Husk watched as you and Alastor disappeared, giving themselves a moment until they felt like it was safe enough for them to talk again.

“So… what the actual fuck, am I right?” Angel half-laughed, taking a swig from his glass. “I think she fuckin’ ate somebody.”

Husk hummed, nodding his head slightly in agreement. “Definitely not impossible. I just hope he didn’t put her up to it.”

“You really think he’d do somethin’ like that, Husk? I mean, sure, he’s been bossin’ her around but… forcin’ her to eat someone? Seems extreme.” 

Husk sighed, giving him a defeated look. Angel shook his head, eyebrow peaked in disbelief. Ignoring the phone buzzing in his pocket, he finished his drink.

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Despite how much you had been looking forward to it, it felt strange to be back in your room. Everything was the same as how you’d left it, but it almost felt like nothing here belonged to you anymore. The room was so still, quiet except for the sounds of Alastor rooting around in your ensuite bathroom. What he could possibly be looking for, you didn’t know, nor did you really care. You were so tempted to just collapse on the bed…

The shower turned on and you sighed, closing your eyes to enjoy the soothing sound it made. It was a peace short-lived, your eyes flying open when you felt fingers at the back of your neck undo the button of your collar, followed quickly by cool air against your spine as Alastor unzipped you. You stiffened and moved away, turning to face him, bringing your arms up to keep the dress from slipping off your shoulders to the floor.

The rebuttal died in your throat when he laughed, stepping towards you in your retreat.

“Testy, aren’t we? I was merely trying to help, and this is the thanks I get?” 

His eyes narrowed when you moved farther away in response. Would he ever stop toying with you? 

“Alastor, please, I’m too tired for this,” you pleaded, glancing at the bathroom behind you as you fought back a fresh wave of tears. You knew he wouldn’t like it if you started crying again. 

“Which is exactly why I’m trying to help! Surely, you aren’t insinuating that my intentions were anything but courteous?” He said it casually enough but you could feel the threat veiled underneath as he continued his way to you. “Seeing how my clothes need laundering again, I figured you’d want me to take the dress as well. It was a gift, after all.”

“I’ll take it myself,” you tried to say evenly, looking away from him. He was hovering over you now, effectively making you feel small. “And I didn’t think you were—”

He tipped your chin to look up at him and licked the pad of his thumb on his free hand. You stood frozen stiff as he used it to wipe your cheek, not daring to upset him more by pulling away. Somewhere in the back of your mind, the truth of how completely in control he was over you sunk in, killing whatever was left of the hope you had of staying under his radar. Silently, you watched as he brought his thumb back to his mouth, but your breath hitched as he sucked off the residue. The look in his eyes made you want to disappear, and you hoped the tear-streaked mess on your face was able to hide the blush now burning your cheeks.

“Sylvie… shouldn’t you be getting in the shower? Or is wasting water another bad habit of yours?” he said, voice low and face smug.

Without thinking, you jerked your face out of his hand and quickly pulled the dress off, shoving it at his chest. Before he could say another word you were in the bathroom, using all the restraint you had left not to slam the door in his face. Leaning against the door, you could hear him laughing as he made his way out of your room. Finally there was silence, and you slid to the floor with your face in your hands, swallowing against the feeling of your heart in your throat. And worse, you weren’t sure if the tightness in your chest was shame… or something else.

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Niffty was already hard at work removing the blood stains in the lobby, mumbling to herself as Alastor passed through to make his way back to Cannibal Town. Making sure to give Husk a knowing, pompous grin, and receiving a scowl in return, he walked out the hotel. Alastor couldn’t recall the last time he had enjoyed himself so much before noon. Whatever else the day had in store he couldn’t know, though it would be tough to beat.

The taste that lingered in his mouth was bordering on cruel, a gamble he wasn’t sure he had properly hedged the bet of. Regret wasn’t something Alastor felt often, if at all, and he would vehemently deny it even if he did. Was it regret he felt at tasting the blood that dried on your face? No. While the blood itself was subpar — it had come from some vile creature, after all — it had been transformed by your skin chemistry and tears, creating a flavor that was robust and surprising. Had it not been for decades of tempering his self-control, Alastor worried briefly in the back of his mind that he might have done something drastic; hence allowing himself just the one taste. And apparently doomed to savor it until opportunity presented itself. 

He couldn’t help passing by the alley as he made his way through the city, unsurprised to see that your victim was still lying there, stripped of clothes and whatever possible valuables he had possessed. It would be at least a week before he recovered from the attack. A thought passed through Alastor’s mind and his antlers grew in response to the idea, mouth curling up in a fanged, sinister grin. Passersby ran away in horror.

It wasn’t until Alastor walked into the dry cleaners that the armor of his good mood chipped. Of all the fiends in Hell, Valentino was the least of whom he ever expected to run into here. Cannibal Town wasn’t a sanctuary in the true sense, but its culture did manage to deter most of the demons Alastor deemed undesirable. A peace he was not willing to part with. Though clearly someone had tipped Valentino off about how to blend in here, as he was without his gaudy trademark robe, instead donning a shockingly respectable black suit.

Alastor had no grudge with Valentino, he simply just didn’t respect him. Getting sinners to sign themselves over to you in promise of fame was so trite. How Valentino could be proud to call himself an Overlord was a mystery, unless he was truly that shameless. Or more likely, from what Alastor had overheard Angel saying to others in passing, oblivious. Both seemed correct. While Alastor could suffer a fool, anyone who would bend under Vox’s will really wasn’t worthy of his concern or energy. 

Valentino turned at the ringing of the bell over the door, with what could only be described as a shit-eating grin as he took in the sight of The Radio Demon.

“Well fuck me, if it isn’t the big, brave hero! I thought Adam sent you to Super Hell, but I guess you would be too stubborn to die,” Valentino said haughtily, taking a drag off his cigarette. “How’s the wound, flaco?”

Internally Alastor bristled, but he maintained his facade of nonchalance. It wasn’t surprising that the Vees had found out about what happened between him and Adam. Of course it irritated him all the same, considering that the battle between the two of them wasn’t quite public knowledge. For now, all Alastor could do was keep the fact that the Vees knew in his back pocket and work on a plan of action to counteract it, should need arise.

“Wound is a bit strong, Valentino, but as they say: what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger! You’re too kind, inquiring after my health,” Alastor responded jovially, though the smile on his face was cold and menacing. “I must say, I never thought I’d see you here. I didn’t think Cannibal Town would be an ideal place for you to… scout.”

Valentino scoffed through a strained smile. “No shit. There are a lot of kinks out there, but ‘ragtime cannibal freaks’ isn’t one of them.” He paused to take another drag, continuing as he exhaled red smoke, “But this is the only place that can actually get all the stains out of my shit. Looks like I’m not alone in that department. Busy morning?” He gave a pointed look at the bloody laundry bag hanging off Alastor’s arm.

“You could say that,” Alastor teased, finally making his way up to the counter. The employee took the bag with a smile and removed the suit from its paper covering. Your dress was hanging in an armoire back in Alastor’s suite. He never intended to get it laundered. “Send my regards to Velvette. I haven’t had the chance to tell her how much I enjoyed her input at the last meeting you were apparently too busy to attend.”

Before the moth demon could say anything his cell phone rang, and Valentino answered as he gave Alastor the finger in response, opening the door to leave. “What do you mean, Donny hasn’t fucking showed up yet?!”

And then he was gone, yelling at his phone in the middle of Cannibal Town. Bold.

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When you woke up your room was dark, save for the light of a sconce near your door, the throbbing in your forehead making itself immediately known. The headache wasn’t surprising considering how much you had cried, nor was the pang of hunger you felt. You didn’t feel ready to eat anything yet though, but you definitely needed to get some water in your system.

Slowly, you got yourself out of bed, pausing for a moment to breathe through the stiffness in your body. Even when you had fled from Alastor earlier, your bathroom had never seemed as far away as it did now. It wasn’t until you were practically in front of it that you noticed the red dress hanging from your bathroom door, a note peaking out from the left pocket of the white, ruffled apron attached to its waist. It was a brief message, but impactful all the same. 

I believe red suits you best. - Alastor

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tag list: @fairyv-ice

[sarawritestories]

Remember Me

Cassian X Fem Reader

Summary: Reader's Grandmother's memory is deteriorating. When Gram has an aggressive episode, Reader falls apart at the realization she is losing her best friend. She misses family dinner and Cassian feels the devastation through the bond checks on her.

Content Warning: Memory loss of a loved one, Death of a loved one, crying.

A/N: I've been thinking about my favorite Angel lately and apparently I needed to get some feelings out. Some of these are based off real memories though its mostly fiction but the love for my gram is real! I cried a lot while writing this, so please be kind.

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“What are you doing here?” My Gram sneered. I stood frozen mouth agape, Madja warned me things had begun deteriorating quickly. I just hadn’t realized that it was impacting her personality. Her voice brook me from my thoughts, “Well, what do you want? Why are you here?” I took a sharp breath for the first time in my entire life my gentle loving grandmother held ire in her eyes, and they were glaring down at me. It wasn’t always that way.

“I win!” A younger me howled as I cleared my hand of card. My grandmother smiled and snapped her fingers in mock disappointment.

She opened up her arms and I ran right into them, her scent of cookies we made earlier and clean soap filled my nose. Home. She was my home, “Good job, my lil’ Princess.” She kissed my cheek with her pink lipstick smudging my cheek.

I grinned widely, “Can we play again?”

Gram let me go and started reaching for the Cards, “Let’s play.”

My chest felt tight, and I doubled checked to make sure that the bond was shielded on my end, not wanting to worry your mate. Her face held nothing but rage and fear of a stranger in her room. It was like a whole different person. Shaking the surprise of her behavior I took a breath, and reached out to her, “Gram.”

She swatted my hand her she yelled, “Don’t touch me, where’s my granddaughter? What have you done with her?!” I froze and blinked and blinked once more. “Healer! Healer!” She looked back at me and the broken sound of her scream, “Get out! GET. OUT.”

I bolted out the door and ran into Madja who was rushing in as I was speeding out. She gripped my arms, “Are you alright?” the healer’s brows knitted together in concern. Not trusting myself to speak I shook my head. “Her condition is worsening. There is nothing I can do. She’s fading fast I fear she may only have a few more weeks with us.”

I stepped out of her grip as the news sunk in. I dodged her attempt at an embrace and sprinted home. My legs wanted to give out, but I pushed forward and was trying to keep myself together. I ran through the door, and once I was in the confines of my home, I slid down the front door and fell apart. Tucking my legs to my chest I buried my face into my knees as sobs racked through me. Memories of my childhood, flooding to surface.

Laughter filled the room as Gram, and I were baking cookies and dancing in her kitchen. As she spun me around, we heard the door slam open. Male voices filled the room and Gram gave me a knowing smile, as excitement bubbled over as Cassian, Azriel and Rhysand barged through the kitchen. I had met Rhys in school, and he introduced me to his brothers when they would come to visit Velaris the four of us becoming fast friends and Gram had instantly welcomed them in her home and required them to visit before they went back to the Illyrian camps whether I was here or not.

The moment I saw Cassian’s shaggy hair I leapt into his arms. Quick to hold me, he gripped onto me in a bone crushing hug his wings tucked in, He turned to face Rhys and Azriel. “See, Princess, here knows how to say hello.” He kissed my check and gave me a full grin, “Hello, Princess.” I rolled my eyes as he put me down. He heard Gram call me that once and had not stopped calling me that. There was a point where it stopped bothering me and I began to enjoy it.

“Stop flirting with my grandchild and give your gram a hug,” Cassian put me down and gave her a hug, kissing the top of her head as I hugged Rhys and Az. Gram laughed, “I swear every time you three come home you get bigger.”

Rhys and Az both walked over and hugged her as one of Az’s shadows sneaked him some cookie dough. Gram playfully swats at him, “The fresh ones are on the cooling rack.”

The boys all lunged for the cookies. When I elbowed them for one of my own, I frowned as they cleared the way and found they took them all.  I sighed crossing my arms as two muscular hands caged me close to his chest delicious cookies in my line of sight. “Help me out, Princess.”

I smiled and grabbed both treats from his hands. He casually snaked his arms around my waist pulling me closer, whispering in my ear, “One day, when we are exchanging Gram’s cookies to accept the mating bond.”

I leaned my head on his chest taking a bite of the baked good, “Bold of you to assume we will be mated one day.”

He kissed the pointed part of my ear, “I’m not assuming smart ass. I’m just hopeful.”

There was a lot of laughter that caused my gaze to drift to the table where Gram was smirking behind the cards she was holding in her hand as Azriel’s shadows passed out the cards. I placed my hand over his, “Me too.”

~Later that day~

The house was almost quiet, the not so soft sounds of the three Illyrian’s snoring. I walked into the dining room where Gram patted the seat next to her. Taking the open seat her hand found mind giving it a comfort squeeze. “Time for girl talk.” I perked up as this was My favorite time of the day where it was just the two of us talking about all topics. She leaned over and watched the three soon to be warriors snoozing in her living room. “They are good males, Y/N. Promise me that you four will take care of each other when the time comes for me to see your grandfather again.”

My brow furrowed, “Of course. Though that won’t be until centuries, right?” Gram patted my hand.

“Yes, Princess, though I do miss your grandfather very much. I long to be in his arms again. Hopefully one day the mating bond will snap between you and a certain Illyrian when you are old and gray you will understand where I’m coming from.

I took a glance over at the sleeping long haired mail. His face so peaceful in his sleep. The stress of the world is no longer at the forefront of his brain. “Gram, do you think we could be mates?”

Gram grinned, “I do, it will snap in the right time.”

“I hope you’re there for the mating ceremony if it does.” I say leaning my head on her shoulder.

She laid her head on top of mine, her curls grazing my forehead. “Me too, Princess. Me too.”

I had no memories of moving from leaning on the door to lying down on the floor. I felt like I was drowning in my tears and was swept in the undertow. I heard a soft-landing upstairs and the boom of a male voice, “Princess!” He ran down the stairs, “Princess, where are- “He abruptly stop and then his hazel eyes meet mine, “Baby. What’s wrong, are you hurt?” He scanned me for injuries, and he cupped my face wiping my tears.

“Cass.” I hiccupped and he picked me up off the floor and carried me to the couch in our living room. “Why are you here?”

He snorted, “Leave it to my mate to ask me why I am in my own home.” He sat down and held me on his lap, my head laid on his shoulder and I could feel concern down the bond. “You put your shield down on the bond and I felt your overwhelming sadness. Then Madja told Rhys you visited Gram.” A fresh wave of tears started, and Cassian ran his fingers through my hair. “She wouldn’t tell him details but I could put it together.

“She’s dying Madja, said she only has months. Today she didn’t recognize me, “I whispered as Cass pulled me closer to him and pressed his lips to my forehead. “She asked what I did with her granddaughter. I’ve never seen such anger in her eyes.” I began to sob again and buried my face in Cassian’s neck.

Cassian rubbed my back and made sure to cocoon me in his wings, whispering soothing words in my ear. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What can I do? Should I get Rhys and Az?” I shook my head.

“Just hold me. Please.” I clung closer to him gripping his leather tight and his free hand wrapped around mine.

“Of course, Princess.” Cassian kept rubbing against my skin and humming a little tune that lulled me to a dreamless slumber.

Cassian and I finally reached Gram’s table after the mating ceremony, she gave me a smile and kissed my cheek and Cassian kissed the top of her head. “You look lovely dear.” Gram patted my head confusion sparked in the elder fae female’s eyes. “What’s the occasion?”

I tilted my head, “Gram, we talked about this yesterday. My mating ceremony today.” I exchanged a worried glance to Cassian to find his face mirrored mine, his hand gripping mine a little more tight than normal.

Gram’s face lit up, “Oh how wonderful, I knew you would find your mate, who is the lucky fella.” She asked and her question was genuine and true.

Cassian bent down and gripped Gram’s hand, “It’s me Gram, Cassian. You’re favorite Illyrian.” He smiled.

She patted his cheek, “Well you’re so handsome, are you going to take care of my pretty princess,” clearly the memory of him asking for her blessing gone.

Cassian kissed her hand, “Yes and I will make sure she is well cared for ma’am.” It took everything in me not to burst into tears. I felt Az and Rhys behind me, and Cass must have too, “Rhys and Az will too. We made you promise to be there for each other. We’re going to keep it.”

Gram nodded her head in approval and saw the two handsome males behind me. “Oh hello, aren’t you two handsome fellas too.”

Rhys and Azriel gave a sad smile and instead of dancing the four of us sat around my favorite person and just talked about our lives and our adventures and she started talking about me but like she was a stranger. “My granddaughter, she’ll find a mate one day and I hope her mate loves her like you love yours, Sir.” She spoke to Cassian, and I could see his own heart breaking.

He squeezed my hand under the table, “I’m sure she will and the male or female that does will make her feel like the most important person in the world.” We spent the first night of our mating ceremony holding each other and crying over the interaction.

~A month Later~

We were having brunch with our friends, as I tried not to think of the looming cloud of losing my Gram. Rhys came into the dining room of the river house with a somber look on his face. His gaze met mine, and suddenly the food in my mouth turned to ash. “Madja just reached me. She says its urgent.” Dread pooled in my stomach. “It’s about Gram.”

Cassian’s wing curved around me, I swallowed my food and tried to level my breathing, I felt the cool kiss of Azriel’s shadow around my ankle. “It’s time, isn’t it?” Rhys’ eyes lined silver, and he nodded.

The four of us and Feyre were around her, her breathing was labored, but her eyes for the first time were cleared. Madja had informed me she is lucid and that she most likely had enough fight to say goodbye. She said it was a rare to see in memory loss severe as hers but it can happen. “My, you four have grown up.” Her eyes reach Feyre. “Rhys who is that lovely lady?”

Rhys let a tear fall down his cheek, and held out his hand for Feyre to take, “This is my mate, Gram. This is Feyre.”

Gram weakly raised her hand and Feyre took it. “You keep this boy in line okay, he always tries to get into trouble.”

She smiled and squeezed Rhys’ hand, “I will, Ma’am.”

She pointed to Rhys, “And you, take care of this beautiful female, don’t let her go.” He held her hand for his and he knelt to take it. “You have been an outstanding High Lord. Your momma, would be proud.”  Cassian pulled me close as Rhys nodded and kissed her head, whispering in her ear.

Azriel stepped forward next and Gram’s smile brightened, “My shadowsinger.” He gripped his hands, “You are so strong and so brave, but it’s your kindness and your loyalty that sets you apart. And if a partner of yours can’t see that or appreciate you, they are not worth your time.” She cupped his face and he leaned into it kissing her palm, “Also tell those shadows of yours to stay away from my lil’ Princesses, cookie dough.” Azriel laughed through the tears and promised also kissing her forehead.”

Gram’s eyes met mine, then Cassian’s as if she could see the gold bond that tethers our hearts together, “I always knew you two would be together.” She smiled and opened her arms and Cassian released his grip and I ran into her arms. Sobbing into her night gown. “Oh lil’ princess, don’t cry over this old bag of bones. Your grandfather, came to me yesterday, and told me to come home soon.” I sobbed hard and she soothed my hair. “Shhh, Cassian come here.” My general steps forward and she grips his hand. “I am so proud of you. My sweet Cassian. You have grown into a fine male. Take care of her you hear me?”

“Don’t worry Gram, our Princess is well cared for. I’ll make sure it stays like that.”

“Good.” She pulls me away from her shoulder and walks her shoulder, “Remember what I said all those years ago. Take care of your boys. You’re all each other has now.” She coughs and I gripped her hand in mine. “If there is one thing, I’m most proud of in this life. It’s being your grandmother.”

I whimpered and sniffled, “Being your granddaughter is mine.”

“I love you more than the stars in the sky, my lil’ Princess.”

‘I love you too.” I whispered as I held her hand in my mind and watched as she leaned back her breathing labored, as if her conversation with us cost her so much. Cassian gripped my shoulder as we watched as her breathing slowed and it stopped all together. Her hand loosened in mine, and I couldn’t hear her heartbeat anymore, and the scream that erupted from my chest was broken.

Cassian grabbed me and pulled me to his chest, rocking me as his own tears soaked my hair. The room was filled with sniffles and hiccups for what felt like hours and Cassian had held me tightly.

It was Rhys’ voice soft and somber that pulled me away from Cassian’s chest to look at my High Lord, my brother, “Cauldron save you. Mother hold you.”

He walks toward the bed grabbing the blanket, and Az voice joins him, “Pass through the gates, and smell that immortal land of milk and honey.”

Cassian was the one who joined next as Rhys raised the blanket tenderly over her face, “Fear no evil. Feel no pain.”

I wiped my tears as there was a pause and the three of them looked at me and I felt a light hand intertwined with mine. Feyre looked at me eyes lined with silver understanding in her gaze as she led me to my grandmother and through my tears I finished the prayer, “Go and enter Eternity.”

[lemon-popp]

spending time with the sith: episode i

Pairing: Qimir x Black! female OC

word count: 1,223

warnings: nothing really. just plot establishing

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"Hey. Hey, wake up," Master Sol attempts to wake a young woman, her body rocking back and forth with every soft nudge he gave on her shoulder. Sol has been at it for minutes now, his gentle nudges getting more urgent in worry.

Everyone on his team, Jecki, Yord, Osha and even Mae, sat around the bench in which the mystery girl laid upon. They found the girl on the unknown planet after being tipped off about an unidentified person targeting the four jedi, where she laid in the middle of the forest. Knocked out, but with no visible injuries.

The young lady sported an oversized cream colored wrap top, that contrasted her mocha brown skin. Her hair was slicked back in a neat curly puff, accentuating the beautiful features that adorned her.

She looks rather clean for someone passed out in the forest, Sol thought

Suddenly, as if on cue, the girl's eyes shoot open, followed by a sharp gasp that makes everyone surrounding the bench flinch back cautiously. Mystery lady pants in an inhuman way, her chest heaving as if she has ran a marathon. her eyes scanning the foreign area.

However, sol being masterful, rushes to comfort and question her.

"You're okay," Sol soothes,"You're okay. What is your name young one?"

Her breathing begins to settle into an appropriate rhythm to sustain consciousness. Now she is able to take in all the new faces that surrounded her.

She was face to face with a Jedi.

"I—Luna. My name is Luna," The girl, whose name now revealed to be Luna, exhales out, feeling a sense of calmness that's was still riddled with confusion.

"Luna. How are you feeling?" Sol inquires gently, bringing his soft hand to her forehead, knuckles first.

"Sol, we do not have time for this. We must find the sith," Yord interjects with a firm hand on the jedi's shoulder and a stern expression on his face. Anyone on the outside would believe that Yord is Sol's master and not the other way around.

"Yord please. If anything, she would know where to find him" Jecki now interjects the interjector, gesturing their hand to the quiet girl that sat still on the bench," Do you live here?"

Luna's eyes land on Jecki, whose eyes hold a pleading look. Luna figures whatever mission this group is on right now. It is serious.

"No. I-I don't. I just came here to get something for my mother,"

"Do you recall why you were knocked out in the middle of knowhere?," Mae suddenly speaks up. Her voice dry and cold.

Luna sits quietly. Trying to actively remember what led her to that moment. Rather who did that to her. Then it dawned on her.

"I just remember meeting a man. The only person i've ever met here,"

The team all shared knowing gazes with each other. That Luna couldn't help but feel left out of.

"Tell us more about this man" Sol focuses Luna's gaze back on him with a gentle touch on her knee. An urgent but concerned look glazing his soft eyes.

Luna nods, recalling everything she remembers. Starting from the very moment she had bumped into him on this lonely planet. Everything.

three days earlier

Luna landed on planet mystery, which is the name Luna and her mother had given this uninhibited place after visiting accidentally long ago. Though many would find that trait to be jarring, the two actually found it charming. The quiet sound of the forest, mixed with the crashing of the shore was a peaceful contrast to the bussing city-life of their home planet. They instantly fell in love with this place.

Way before they were introduced to the fruit.

Luna and her mother ran into this special fruit in a desperate endeavor. A rule in traveling that her mother always shared was,"Never eat their food"

But that day was an exception due to the lack of food on their rinky dink ship. Which is what led to the introduction to...THE FRUIT.

The fruit was a bulbous, pinkish white berry that hung from the large vined trees. It's was a pretty

treacherous task to retrieve it, but my god was it worth it.

The fruit was the sweetest and juiciest fruit of them all. Almost tasting like the most sugary candy of all. Ever since then, this fruit has been a treasure for Luna and her family.

Today, Luna was here alone to retrieve the fruit. She planned to bring it back home to her mother who laid in bed. Sick. Her mother was diagnosed with cancer just three months ago, progressing nothing but swift. Luna wasn't sure how long she had left with her mom, but she knew it wasn't long. A part of her felt fear for leaving home to do this trip, but the other side wanted them to experience the fruits of life together one last time before she's gone. Before luna is all alone.

Luna wipes a tear that stains her face and carries on the path to the fruit tree. Her big combat boots stomp on the dirt path ahead, occasionally hearing the crunch of leaves and sticks. It was strange being here alone, but she wasn't afraid. She's never afraid. The word fear barely existed to her. Unless it involved her mom's condition.

After two hours of trekking, Luna finally is met with the special tree. Throwing her backpack down, Luna starts her climb with no hesitation. It felt like a piece of cake after doing it over a dozen times. Her gloved hands grab the nearest branch, using her pure strength to pull herself up successfully. Luna now sat on the branch and used her arms to hug the stump for balance to slowly stand up to continue climbing. As luna starts to stand, her foot slips just slightly. but a slight slip send the girl falling from her position, right back onto the ground, landing awkwardly on her left ankle.

A stinging burning sensation starts at her foot, slowly making its way up to her chest, escaping its way out of her mouth is a deep cry. Luna wailed, reaching for her tender ankle, as if anyone is here. She is alone. on an uninhabited planet.

why? why me? i'm gonna die here

Tears streamed down her beautiful face, tasting the bitter salt. After what feels like hours of crying, that was probably only just a couple minutes, Luna passes out in this forest. injured and alone.

alone.

A man emerges from the forest. Pushing elephant plants out of his way. The man wore a golden-brown helmet with an eerie smile plastered on the face.

The man immediately noticed Luna. Her petite figure laying flat on the dirt. He presumes that she either dead or almost dead as he bends down slowly, hands near his lightsaber just in case this is a trap from the jedi. As of now, no one knew of him, but you could never be too cautious.

As he gets closer, The man notices the short and soft rise of her round chest.

She's alive.

Hesitantly, he picks Luna up bridal style with so much ease, searching for any hint of betrayal. He senses nothing and makes his way back to wherever he came from.

episode ii

[heygerald]

Falling Without A Harness - Chapter 3

AU where Tom Ryder is still an asshole, just not a psychotic asshole. After their moment at the wrap party, Tom shows up at Parker's bookstore. How is it possible someone can be such an asshole when asking for a favor?

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Two weeks later finds the weather outside shifting with the first hint of autumn; cooler temperatures in the morning greet Parker when she walks to work, and the coffee shop next door has started advertising their new fall drinks of pumpkin spice and cinnamon tea. She's seen her brother every day since the wrap party—partly because he always makes a point of taking some down time after finishing a movie to recover from his stunts, and partly because her and Jody have become fast friends—but she hasn't seen Tom since their moment in the bathroom.

She suspects that's for the best. The internet is flooded with paparazzi photos of him flouncing around town with models every other day, and she's still trying to forget how natural it felt to laugh with him.

But despite her brother's newly open schedule, and Jody's constant pestering to go spend a day at the beach, Parker finds her bookstore just as empty as always.

There are a few stragglers here and there throughout the day. Sometimes she gets lucky when a tour bus stops for gas and snacks, allowing an ensemble of tacky dressed tourists to flood her street for twenty minutes. On unlucky days, Mr. Chamberlain will stop in to peruse her historical section; but he doesn't have any sort of schedule or income, and those visits consist entirely of him describing last night's CSI episode to Parker before trying to set her up with his grandson. Once he bought a book from her dollar bin. He attempted to return it three days later.

On days like today, Parker is visited by a sixteen-year-old named Melissa who hangs out every so often while her mom attends overpriced Pilates in the studio down the block.

"...and then Peter was all 'no, sorry Mandy, I'm not interested". Like, hello! My name is Melissa and we've lived in the same neighborhood since we were four," said teenager was droning on from her spot atop the upcycled reading chair in the corner. She never failed to impress Parker with how much she could talk—the stories quite literally never stopped coming—while at the same time she managed to read about four books a week. Parker suspected that Melissa's brain represented something like the Rainbow Road in Mario Kart, when the music got a little too fast and the turns were a little too hard to keep up with. "Now, I have no idea what I'm going to do. There's no one else for me to ask since it's three weeks away."

Parker, only half-listening to the story, hummed from her spot two rows back. She had won several boxes of books at a local auction about a month ago and had done a pretty good job at pretending they didn't exist.

Ignoring the problem only lasted so long, however, and this morning she had ended up spilling coffee all over herself when her sneaker caught the edge of the box. Pride—and knees—damaged, she decided to tackle the issue first thing in the morning.

It was now four in the afternoon, and the books were mocking her.

"Can't you just go alone?" she asked.

"Go alone? Are you crazy! That's, like, really sad, Park," Melissa explained. She couldn't see her, but Parker could feel the judgmental look the teen girl was giving her. "Only losers go alone to dances."

"Baby did it."

"Who?"

"Baby. You know? You don't put Baby in a corner? That one."

A tut. "You should really update your references."

"Jesus. Since when did Dirty Dancing become an outdated reference?" she muttered while inspecting the spine of a mystery novel from the 70s. It had definitely seen better days, and when she shifted it, three pages fell out. Parker tossed it into the TRASH box with a sigh. "Is going to a dance with your friends considered outdated too?"

"That's the same thing as going alone," Melissa groaned.

"How? You're literally not alone."

"Because if I go with my friends, that means that I couldn't get anyone that wasn't a friend to agree to go with me. I don't need the whole school thinking that I'm a total loser."

"I went with my friends and had a blast. And I'm not a loser."

There was no response other than silence, and after a few moments Parker realized that if Melissa had nothing to say about the subject, she likely had nothing nice to say.

She cleared her throat before moving onto the next, and final, box hoping that there would be better books in it. So far, her KEEP pile was looking pathetically small compared to what was about to be binned. With a forced change of conversation, she asked, "hey, you grew up here, right?"

"Sure."

"Did you know the Sawyers?"

"Like, Miss Sawyer? Down on Oakcrest?"

"The fancy old house with the bushes shaped like dogs. I bought a bunch of books at her estate sale, and so far, they all suck. I thought she was supposed to be a big collector or something."

The sound of Melissa humming echoed throughout the empty store, and Parker peeked around the bookshelves to spot the girl lying upside down on the chair; Doc Martens stuck up in the air, long ponytail hanging to the ground as she played on her phone.

Parker rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, totally. But she collected those kid's books. Original copies or whatever. Mom said she paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for some rabbit book."

"...Peter Rabbit?"

"I guess," Melissa shrugged. There was a loud smack of gum popping before her voice rang out, "she did a bunch of donations to local art musuems and galleries and stuff. A phila-something—"

"Philanthropist?"

"—and there was some big deal about her donating everything to some charity. Mom was talking about it. Which, like, good for them or whatever but I don't understand how donating an old book is helping solve world hunger."

Parker let her head drop against the beat-up cardboard box in front of her, something despondent and miserable sitting on her chest at the realization that she had wasted time and money on nothing but crap. "Well, I wish I knew that before I went into a bidding war over this garbage. Are the Hardy Boys still cool or is that dated too?"

A judgmental laugh floated back. "Um, their name is pronounced Hemsworth, Park."

"I meant—" she started, before realizing that this was a battle she was never going to win, and even if she wanted to try the musty smell resonating from these boxes of crap had burned through her daily allowance of braincells. Something Melissa didn't seem to worry about as she puffed from her vape pen. "Forget it."

Not so shockingly, Melissa did not, in fact, forget it. Instead, she spent the next ten minutes describing in scary detail each Hemsworth brother, their looks on a scale of one to ten, their best movies, and why Chris was the dreamiest of them all. His hair and eyes were a big selling point, apparently, and as Parker listened to the teenager drone on, she couldn't help but wonder if Chris Hemsworth used box dye too.

So wrapped up in her own world of book sorting, Parker didn't notice when the front door opened with a tinkle of the bell until the shop went eerily quiet. Melissa, it seemed, had finally found a reason to shut up.

"I never liked Chris all that much," Parker said as she slowly gathered the KEEP bin and hefted it off the floor. Her lower back ached at the strain. Jesus, maybe I am old. Moving towards the front counter, she continued musing, "There's something about him in the first Thor movie, when his eyebrows were all bleached, that kind of turned me off. I think there's a word for that, right? The ew or something...."

She spots Melissa first.

The girl is sitting upright in the chair now, face flushed a deep scarlet red with a book held tightly in her lap as she pretends to read through it. Her phone and vape are nowhere to be seen, and she doesn't so much as glance up when Parker strides by.

"What happened to you?" she asks with an amused quirk of the brow. Melissa doesn't respond, and Parker turns to set the heavy box of books on the front counter when she spots the other person in the room. "Oh, sorry. I was in the back. Can I help—?"

It shouldn't surprise her as much as it does, but Parker blinks to find Tom Ryder standing on the other side of the counter staring at her with raised brows.

Tom fucking Ryder.

He looks better than the last time she ran into him. He has a nice tan going underneath a funky pair of yellow sunglasses that are, in her opinion, too big for his face. They look a little absurd with the whitewashed denim jacket he's wearing, but the yellow matches the bedazzled t-shirt he has on underneath, so she suspects it's some sort of fashion statement. Paired with an expensive pair of well-polished boots, it all looks quite absurd standing in the middle of her dilapidated bookstore.

Even more so when Parker realizes she's wearing nothing but a pair of cheap cargo shorts and an oversized Twilight sweatshirt that was covering the coffee-stained shirt underneath. (Team Jacob, always).

"Tom. Um... are you looking for Colt or something?"

In typical Ryder fashion, he ignores her question entirely to do a slow spin; blue eyes tinted by his glasses trailing over everything in sight. She can feel the judgement from across the counter, and when he finally fixes his sights back on her, his smirk is rage inducing. "This is your store. Seriously?"

Parker promptly plants her hands onto her hips with a scathing glare.

"Ok, what do you want?"

"Jesus, no wonder this place is empty," he drawls, a pointed smile tossed towards Melissa's prone form as he leans an elbow onto the counter. At being noticed, the teenager ducks her head behind the spine of her book as if she had just been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. "Do you talk to all your customers like that?"

"Just the assholes," she retorts. Over Tom's shoulder she catches Melissa's book dropping down two inches, and the girl's face is completely aghast.

What are you doing! she mouths, that's Tom Ryder!

Parker rolls her eyes. As if she didn't know who the blinged-out asshole standing in her store was. Speaking of—he's still standing there smirking at her. "That's you, if I wasn't clear. Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Tom snorts. "I think I got that after the fifth time you said it."

"And yet..." she gestures vaguely to him, then to her store.

Because he's never behaved like a normal person, however, Tom doesn't seem to mind the insult or the offhand comment that she didn't want to deal with him. Instead, he smiles while his gaze drifts from judging the bookstore to judging Parker. He gives her a glance over—up, down, lingering on her oversized sweatshirt, before going back up—and finishes with a snort. "If the door hits me, I'm suing for damages, and I doubt you could afford the lawsuit. Let alone a lawyer."

God! What. a. fucking. asshole!

Parker bites back the insult knowing that it won't do any good. They've played this game before, and clearly being called an asshole seemed to have lost some of its bite over the weeks. So instead, she forcefully returns her attention to the cardboard box and slowly starts sorting the books into categories. "Fine. Can you just tell me what you want so I can get back to my life?"

He shifts against the counter and over the mustiness she catches a waft of his cologne when he grabs a book at random from her pile. "Why else do people come to a bookstore? I want a book."

Parker snorts. "Yeah, sure. Whatever. Seriously, what do you want?"

There's a moment of silence. She glances up to find him pointedly ignoring her as he flips through the book at random.

"You're... serious?"

He shrugs. "You said you have a bunch of sci-fi books."

"I'm surprised you even remember that given the whole," she sticks a finger into her mouth and mimes throwing up. He doesn't find it funny or cute and responds with a disgusted glare. Parker rolls her eyes with a shake of the head. "It was a—never mind. Why not order off of Amazon? I thought you said you've never even been to a bookstore before?"

This time, it's his turn to roll his eyes. He drops the book with a thwack before turning his attention to the overstuffed bookshelves at her left. At random, he starts ambling towards one. "You should be flattered that I picked your little store to start. Most people would kill to say that you know. Tom Ryder explores rundown bookstore in the shitty side of LA. If you had a picture, the paps would run it in every paper by tomorrow morning," he huffs.

"Yeah, I'll be sure to document this monumental occasion forever," she snarks, but follows after him anyway. His pattern is half-hearted; poking books here and there, glancing for hardly a second, before moving on. "And my store isn't rundown. It just has some... character."

He snorts over his shoulder. "That's what a Mom says when her daughter is ugly."

"Don't you go through PR training or something?" she scoffs as he diverts to a different aisle. "I can't imagine Gail would like to hear that particular opinion if I sold it to TMZ."

"Gail would sue you for everything you own," he laughed while flipping through an old copy of Gone with the Wind. Parker crosses her arms at him with a glare, and in response Tom flashes a too-white smile at her. "She freaked out about the mink rug, by the way. Was screaming and everything. It was hilarious."

Parker's heart stopped in her chest, but when there was no continuation of the joke—haha I can't wait to see you served with papers!—she furrowed her brows at him. "You didn't tell her it was my fault?"

A shrug as he shoved the book against her chest.

She huffed, turning the book over to check for damages, but when he turned his back... well, a part of her did wonder why he would keep that a secret if it was such a big deal. Was it to be nice? Or so he could hold it over her head indefinitely? Then again, if this was his attempt at blackmail, letting it go for two weeks seemed like the wrong way to go about it.

Deciding not to linger on unsolvable riddles, Parker returned the book to the end cap he had found it on and asked, "so, does this mean you've decided to audition for that sci-fi part after all?"

Her question went unanswered as Tom paused in front of the SEX & SEXUALITY section. He pulled a wrinkled copy of Fifty Shades of Grey off the shelf and waggled his brows at her pointedly. "Keeping the good stuff for yourself, huh?"

Parker responded by snagging the book out of his hand and stuffing it back into place. "You break it, you buy it applies here too, Ryder."

"Half this place is broken," he said with a pointed glance at the flickering overhead light. "I still can't believe you own this shithole."

"I happen to love this bookstore—"

"Oh, trust me, I can believe that you would own a bookstore," he said, and while there was nothing insulting about owning a bookstore on its own, the way that Tom spoke made it clear that owning a bookstore was not something he held in high regard. Then again, he spent all his time reading shitty scripts, so what would he know? "I just can't believe that you would own this bookstore. Like, you actually paid money for this place?"

"If you have to know, I used to be friends with the owner, and got a good deal on the property," she started to explain. He raised his brows at her while slowly perusing the RELIGION section, and Parker shook herself. She didn't need to explain anything to him of all people. The reminder helped her find some confidence, and she fluttered her hands at him irritably. "You know what—I don't need to explain myself to you. You've never even been to a bookstore before. What would you know about making sacrifices for something you believed in?"

Tom paused in his search. She saw his jaw clench, and eyes droop towards the creaky wooden floor beneath his shiny boots, and his comment from the other day drifted back to mind.

"You can be a real asshole sometimes, too, he had said.

And while guilt did block her throat up a bit—fucking asshole couldn't even let her defend herself without feeling bad about it—this time he didn't make any such reprimands. Instead, he just shrugged, before diving deeper into the store.

He cleared his throat. "I just expected it be nicer coming from you."

"Does something about me secretly scream rich girl to you?"

Tom harrumphed. "Trust me, no one is mistaking you for rich. Uptight, however..."

"Oh, ha, hilarious, Tom. God! You're such an asshole," she laughed, but it was a mean sound, paired with a mean insult. It failed to have the desired effect, however. In fact, Tom seemed to have shifted from hating the insult to owning it and looked far too amused for her liking. Frustrated, Parker decided the best plan of extermination was a straightforward shot. Through gritted teeth, she asked, "...what kind of sci-fi book do you want?"

The rhinestones on his shoulders sparkled as he shrugged. "I don't know. I need to understand what gets nerds so fucking excited about this shit. Not too nerdy, though. Alright? I'm not trying to be a Trekkie or whatever."

There were so many things wrong with that statement that Parker wasn't sure what to pick first. So, she pinched the bridge of her nose to point out, "I have a feeling the so-called nerds making up your potential fanbase aren't going to appreciate being talked about like that."

"Who's gonna tell them—you?" he asked with a derisive glance over.

It was definitely true what they said about Tom Ryder; his effect on women was instantaneous. Parker just doubted the tabloids were talking about migraines.

"The sci-fi section is on the right," she sighed while pushing past him. It was one of the larger sections she had; it hadn't been a lie to say the books weren't selling all that well despite being her favorite. "What have you read before?"

The blank look he gave her was response enough.

"Ah, right, maybe... Altered Carbon?"

"Isn't that a tv show?"

"Well, yeah, but it was a book first."

He glanced at the book in her hand, but clearly wasn't impressed. Leaning on the shelf, he said, "why the hell would I read that if I could just watch it?"

"Sound logic," she tutted with a narrow eyed look. Parker returned the book with an eyeroll. "Fahrenheit 451?"

"Read it in high school. Not impressed."

She trailed the shelf while muttering, listing books in her head before subconsciously crossing them off the list of something he was likely to read and enjoy. "I guess that means you wouldn't like The Illustrated Man or The Martian Chronicles," she said to herself.

His arm brushed her aside to pluck out a familiar novel. "Nerds love this," he said while already flipping through the pages. She was surprised the size didn't scare him off immediately.

"Nu-uh. No way," she shook her head.

"What?"

"Dune is not a starter book."

He furrowed his brows crossly. "You don't think I'm smart enough to read this shit or something?"

You shouldn't ask questions you don't want the answers to, her mother's voice echoed in the back of her head.

"Reading Dune as your first sci-fi book is like jumping straight into the deep end," she told him in a much more diplomatic approach. "If a sixteen year old wants to start drinking, you don't give him scotch, you give him a fruity cocktail."

Tom huffed; first through his nose and then through his mouth but stuffed the book back onto the shelf anyway. To which Parker then had to put it back on the correct shelf with a huff of her own.

"Don't be a baby and just trust me that Dune isn't a starter book. Okay?"

"Well—what is? You're supposed to be the expert here."

"If you weren't so picky it would be a lot easier..." she deadpanned but returned to her search anyway. Tom didn't seem to like waiting, and scowled at her as she shifted past him. She ignored him as best she could while squatting down to the lower shelves. "Arthur C. Clarke is one of the best sci-fi writers. He established a lot of rules that still exist in writing today. And films."

Parker pulled one of his novels, before moving towards Asimov, and then finally to Sagan. They were all slimmer novels than Dune, but no less complicated.

"Contact is my favorite," she said, shoving the books into Tom's arms. His denim was rough on her hands, and she tried not to think about how feverishly warm his skin had been the last time she had been this close to him. Swallowing, Parker remained on task. "But any of these should be good starter books for you to get into sci-fi with."

He glanced at the choices warily. "My audition is next week."

"Then I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to finish these if you're really serious about wanting to get that role," she chirped.

Together, they wound back towards the front counter. The TRASH boxes sat in the middle of the aisle, and she carefully toed them to the side before trailing past. While she was pretty sure he had been joking about suing her, a workplace hazard was the last thing she needed.

"How do you remember all of this?"

"Where stuff is? I spend almost all of my time arranging books. I'm uptight, remember?"

She felt more than saw his eyeroll. "These books, the authors. You, like, know everything about them."

Parker paused. It definitely wasn't a compliment, but it definitely felt like it could have been. Then again, this was Tom Ryder. When she glanced up from the counter, she found that he already has his nose back in his phone, and the conundrum of compliment versus not was thrown out the window. Parker shot him an unimpressed look to say, "please tell me that you're not on SparkNotes right now."

It was his turn to pause. "I'm just... reading the descriptions."

"Maybe that's why you can't understand why nerds like these books," she argued, hands planted firmly on her hips now. "Why would I go to watch one of your movies if I already looked the plot up on Wikipedia?"

He ignored her point entirely to smirk. "So, you do see my movies?"

"Goodbye, Tom."

"Relax. I'm not going to spoil them, alright? What's the fun in that when I could read them instead, and then leave you a bad review when the books end up being awful?"

"You mean have your assistants leave me a bad review."

He didn't seem impressed at the jab but didn't defend himself either. Most likely because they both knew she was right. Parker shot him a smug smile that he promptly rolled his eyes at. "Hilarious. Just tell me how much the books cost so I can leave before stepping on a rusty nail or something."

"Didn't you see the sign out front? Can't come in without a tetanus shot due to liability reasons."

There was a noise that sounded suspiciously like a laugh, but when she glanced up at him, Tom was wiping a hand down his face. "How much for the books, smartass?"

Parker was pretty sure she could upsell him. There was no way that he knew those three books, decades old with ripped pages, were only worth fifteen bucks together. And with all the Gucci name brand bullshit that he wore, she was pretty sure she could get away with telling him the price was a hundred dollars and he wouldn't even blink an eye.

But he was also a customer, a somewhat work acquaintance, and someone she really didn't want to hang around any longer than necessary. Not to mention her brother's pseudo boss, and someone that knew she was guilty of wrecking a far more expensive rug than she could ever pay to fix.

"Just consider them a loan," she said before she could second guess herself. When Tom raised his eyebrows so high they disappeared into his hairline, she waved a hand at him while half-heartedly returning to her job of book sorting. "If you're that put-off by it you can always pay me an agent's fee if you get the part."

He stared at her for a long moment, not necessarily computing, definitely hearing static, before Tom spared her an over-the-top eyeroll that surely had to have hurt to perform.

From his pocket he pulled out a couple of crumpled bills and slapped them onto the counter. He didn't even look at how much money it was. Just shook his head at her, glasses bobbing on his nose, before he was on his way out the door.

"Hey! Don't you want your change—?"

The door shut with a ting.

On the counter sat seventy-three dollars. Parker wasn't sure if she should be offended or complimented.

From outside there was the sound of an obnoxiously loud car engine revving, alongside the thrum of music, before it tore off down the street.

"What a fucking asshole," she grumbled with the shake of her head.

But it wasn't exactly an asshole thing to do, when she thought about it. And she would know; every exchange they had since being introduced had Tom acting like an asshole to her.

Or, well, not every exchange. Not when he had been, almost, nice to her at Gail's party, if only for a few moments when no one else was around.

"OH. MY. GOD!" a shrill voice shrieked across the store, bouncing off of bookshelves, as two boots went crashing towards the window. Parker was reminded in no gentle terms that they had not, in fact, been alone when Melissa smudged her face against the glass to peer out onto the street. "Holy shit! That was Tom Ryder! Tom Ryder! Are you kidding me right now? TOM. RYDER."

"Yeah, Jesus, I know who that was," she winced, pinching her ear when she thought the girl's high pitch yelp may have burst an eardrum. There was definitely a ringing as Melissa tromped around.

"You—he—I can't believe after all of this time you never once mentioned that you're friends with Tom freaking Ryder!" she squeaked.

"Well, hang on, we're not—"

"How long have you known him? How do you know him? Do you have his phone number? Ohmygod everyone is going to flip when I tell them that you know him. Tom Ryder!" Melissa shouted, phone already in hand as she started typing. "My friend, my dear friend and favorite bookstore owner, is best friends with Tom Ryder! Did you see his latest movie, Good Cop, Bad Dog? Ugh! He's so hot!"

"We're not friends," she said immediately, not even bothering to dispute the fact that Good Cop, Bad Dog was a puff piece in an attempt to market him for younger fans. "He's actually kind of an asshole."

The teenager shot Parker a scandalized look, mouth popped open into an O as her brows lifted to her hairline. "What? Are you kidding me right now? He just drove all the way out here to ask for your recommendation for a sci-fi book! His house is, like, fifty minutes from here with traffic. Don't call him that when you just became so cool."

Parker frowned. "How do you know where he lives?" she asked, before adding with much more intensity, "hang on a second, am I not cool?"

But Melissa was already moving on, the sound of facetime dialing on her phone as she darted back outside in hopes of catching another glimpse of the celebrity. Parker, in response, caught her head between her hands with a low groan.

And yet, she couldn't help but think about what Melissa said.

Tom Ryder was a total, grade-A asshole... right?

She cast a despondant glance towards the crumpled bills on the counter, then the box of books at her side, before fishing her phone out of her back pocket, and pressing the second number on speed dial.

"Hey," she said, "do you want to get, like, really drunk tonight?"

Colt didn't bother to ask why before he was checking what ingredients he had in his fridge and offering to invite Jody and Dan over for dinner. Sometimes, she really loved her brother.

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Strawberries and Cream

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word Count: 6k EXACTLY

Notes: I’m sorry this is taking forever to post these, a lot of work goes into editing and for once in my life I’m busy and dis NEVER HAPPENS. But I’m so excited for what’s about to start happening it’s c r a z y and I hope you guys like it

Episode 12: Peach Cola

It’s kind of weird being back in the hospital, but for an entirely different reason, a happy reason even! Eddie sticks to you. He keeps one arm around you at all times as you walk through the hallways, following Buck down to Maddie’s room.

He can’t let you go, and you don’t blame him, you don’t want him to. Because it’s a little ridiculous but you’re scared of this place. Dr. Din was happy to see you, but you could tell he was the littlest bit panicked when he did. You hugged him, reassuring him that you were perfectly fine and just there to see your newborn niece. 

Yeah sure it wasn’t ethical to be hugging you, it wasn’t ethical the way you’d kept up a friendship outside of the hospital. But he couldn’t help himself and squeezed a little tighter anyway. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He steps back looking at you 

“You’re limping honey”

You freeze in your tracks and so does Eddie, Buck spins around so fast he breaks the damn sound barrier 

“Did something happen??? Why are you limping??”

“I’m- no I’m not- I just slipped! Getting out of the hot tub!!” You shake your hands in front of you

“You must have slipped pretty hard” Joel comes over, putting his hands on your hips to support you “You’re walking funny” 

Eddie looks like he’s about to pass out, Buck has his hands on his hips, shaking his head

“I mean, I thought they had special flooring so that kind of thing didn’t happen. Was it when you were in the house?”

“Exactly!” You shout “Yup! Fell right on my ass! You know they have marble floors and all” 

Joel steps back, before leaning forward and narrowing his eyes 

“Wait what’s that…” He studies your neck, and you can see the moment he realizes they’re hickeys… 

You can also see the exact moment it dawns on him why you’re walking funny 

“Oh shit” He slaps his hand over his mouth and you want to crumple to the floor. You whine loudly as he bends over, holding the wall as he sobs laughing 

Buck looks between the three of you, watching you beat on Joel and Eddie smacking his head against the wall 

“Oh come on!!! Why does everyone else know!!” He pouts and Eddie stops long enough to send Buck a text 

“I only lasted six seconds?….what the hell does that me-…. Oh y’all fucked” he literally shouts and Joel falls to his knees, laughing even harder 

“Buck!!! We’re in a hospital!!!” You yell at him and he falls next to Joel, wheezing as he wipes at his eyes 

“What the hell are you four doing???” Bobby comes out of a room a few doors down. You’re kicking Joel and Buck now and Eddie just has his face on the wall 

“Nothing!” You all say and he runs his hand down his face 

“You’re clearly-“ 

Eddie turns and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder, and walks past Bobby silently as you glare at Joel and Buck who are still in a heap on the floor giggling 

The room is a lot quieter, and the lights are down low. It’s pretty large, with a little sitting area. Eddie sets you down at the side of the bed and you hug Maddie tightly 

“You’re a mom!!” You squeal quietly and she laughs while sniffling and wiping her eyes 

“And you’re an Auntie” 

Chimney looks up at you and Eddie from his spot on the edge of the bed next to Maddie 

“Do you guys wanna meet your niece?” He asks softly and you fan your eyes 

“Yes please!!!” 

Eddie reaches out and takes the baby from him, carefully handing her to you 

“Hi babygirl” you coo softly “Oh hi my little muffin” you sniffle and Eddie wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder 

“She’s beautiful,” he says softly and you nod quickly, getting too choked up to say anything. Eddie kisses your cheek and nuzzles his nose against you and you giggle, looking at him 

Buck takes several pictures of that. 

You sit with her for a while after Bobby and Athena leave, Eddie’s arm resting on your shoulders as you lean into him, your legs in Buck's lap. Maddie and Chim are out cold and you don’t blame them

They trust you three to take care of the baby and that’s the most important thing in the world to you. Buck is sending all kinds of pictures to the group chat, especially the ones when Eddie can’t help but kiss you, Buck calls it baby fever. 

You set Jee-Yun down in the bassinet to let her rest next to Maddie and go back to Eddie, sitting in his lap 

“So…” Buck says as you get comfy, leaning against Eddie’s chest and closing your eyes 

“We are so not talking about it,” Eddie says and you giggle into his neck 

“Oh come on!!! This is the second moment I’ve been waiting for!! You gotta tell me everything!”

“I’m not doing that” Eddie rolls his eyes “…Right now anyway” 

You slap his chest and Buck snickers, leaning back in his seat 

“Oh boy am I ready for this. Don’t worry Tommy and I will set everything up!!” 

“For what?” Chimney asks from the bed, rubbing at his eyes and settling back into Maddie’s side 

“Another boy's night… they had S-E-X” He whisper yells and you slap your hands over your face while Eddie snorts, shaking his head 

“You guys did what?!?!!” Chimney sits up fast, whispering loudly

“Can you guys shut up?!” Everyone is whispering at this point “You’re gonna wake the baby!!” Maddie scolds you all 

“Yeah everyone shut up!” You say 

“Maddie!!! Maddie they had S-E-X” Buck squeaks and her eyes pop open 

“They had what now?!!!”

Three weeks after the birth, Buck schedules his boy's night with a cute little guest. Maddie was starting to get a little frazzled with Chim being away so much so he took the baby with him over to Buck’s so she could enjoy her girl's night. 

The second the door swings open she’s already in Buck’s arms. He snuggles her and leaves Chimney in the doorway and Eddie rolls his eyes, coming over to help him in with the stroller and diaper bag 

“Look who it is!!” Buck squeals as he comes over to Tommy “It’s baby Buckley!!” 

“Hey honey” Tommy boops her nose and she coos softly 

“I think I’m gonna cry” Buck sniffles and Tommy snorts, rolling his eyes 

“Do you want me to finish making the pulled pork?” 

“That would be nice, thank you” Buck looks around before leaning over and kissing his cheek, but Tommy turns his head and captures his lips instead 

“I saw that,” Eddie says as he walks past with the baby carrier 

A half-hour later, Buck has Jee-Yun on her back on the floor 

“H-O-TT-O-G-O” he sings in a high-pitched voice as he pumps her little feet after feeding her and she stares up at him 

“You having a good time over there?” Eddie asks as he sips his beer and Buck looks up 

“I’m having the best time. Look at my little niece go” 

“Apparently I’m getting a break too, you haven’t put her down since I got here” Chim clinks beers with Eddie and Buck picks her up and sets her down into her bassinet. He’d gotten her a ton of baby stuff at his house already and started babyproofing for when she was older 

“Are you kidding me? I’m gonna have her all the freaking time you guys are gonna wonder if you even have a baby” 

Tommy comes in and gives Eddie and Chimney plates of tacos and Mexican rice 

“Your girlfriend knows what she’s talking about when it comes to rice,” Tommy says to Eddie as he comes back in again with two more plates and hands one to Buck 

“Oh did she teach you how to make this?” Eddie asks as he takes a spoonful, his eyes rolling back. It’s not as good as yours, nothing is as good as yours but damn does this come close 

“Nevermind just answered my own question, you’ve definitely done her proud” 

“Thank you, thank you” Tommy chuckles 

“Speaking of doing someone proud” Buck takes a bite of his taco and Chimney chokes on his, laughing. 

“What the fuck kind of segue was that” 

“I think I’ve been very patient thank you very much” 

“He’s right, he hasn’t said anything,” Tommy says sipping his beer and Eddie rolls his eyes 

“You’re only saying that because you’re his boyfriend”

“He’s not my boyfriend”

“I’m not his boyfriend” 

Chimney and Eddie both look at each other and Buck throws his napkin at them 

“Can we please talk about your love life!!! Not mine. My complete lack of!” 

“Are you gonna act like you weren’t totally sore on Monday…” Eddie says nonchalantly, biting his taco and Buck slaps his thigh

“You fucked Y/N! Talk!” 

Tommy tosses his head back laughing and Eddie groans 

“This is embarrassing” 

“Nah you better dish” Chimney agrees and Eddie slumps in his seat, balancing his plate on his stomach 

“Alright fine! It was really nice okay” His cheeks flush deeply and Buck squeals 

“She’s just so beautiful, and so sweet… and hey!!” Eddie sits up, putting his plate on the coffee table “Why didn’t you tell me she was a virgin??” 

Tommy and Chimney’s mouths drop open and Buck laughs like a hyena 

“Dude I almost creamed in like-“

“Six seconds,” Tommy says and Eddie throws his napkin down 

“Exactly!!! I made love to her and I could barely handle myself. She was-“

“Wait” Buck covers his ears “Okay go” 

Chimney laughs at him and Tommy shakes his head 

“She was so tight, I was nervous I was gonna hurt her and I nearly-“ he gives Buck a thumbs up as he uncovers his ears “I nearly died when she asked me to go faster and oh god it was good it was the best I’ve ever had” 

He’s practically glowing as he pulls his knees to his chest. Tommy squeals into a pillow and Buck is kicking his legs 

“We told you it would be good!!” Chimney shakes Eddie’s shoulders, bouncing on the couch and Eddie rolls over, laughing 

“I’m gonna be so real, it’s hard to stay off her. I just can’t, you know what I mean?” 

“My wife just had a baby, I know what you mean” Chimney laughs and Buck blushes a little while Tommy stays silent 

“She looks so pretty and she sounds so pretty and every time she called me dadd-“ he freezes and slaps his hands over his mouth and they all stare at him 

“Every time she called you what?!?!!” Buck screams as he jumps on Eddie 

You set down the charcuterie board you made with Eddie before he left, it’s full of chocolate and Maddie’s favorite candies and those Teddy Grahams that Hen really likes, and a few other things.

Charcuterie boards are a feeling. 

Athena pours glasses of wine for everyone and a juice pack in Maddie’s glass then comes out with the little tray. Maddie and Hen are going to town on the ribs you ordered for dinner and you soon join in 

“So tell us everything,” Karen says, thanking Athena and taking the glass 

“I don’t even know where to start!” You blush “Eddie was really sweet, he was so gentle… I know he was really holding back”

“So it was your first time?” Hen asks and you nod 

“Yeah… I’d told him a little before I got hurt and I guess he’s been planning something nice and god was it the most romantic night I’ve ever had”

“Did you guys do it in the hot tub?” Maddie asks as she takes a big bite from her rib and you snort while Athena whacks her shoulder 

“We kinda did? That’s where it started. If I wasn’t tired I would have asked to go back in” You giggle and Karen “Ooos” 

“He’s big too. It’s like it just kept coming when he was letting me adjust to him. God you should have seen him above me. He looked so hot” You’ve practically got little hearts in your eyes as you reach for your glass

“If it’s anything like the way he bench presses” Hen mumbles and you squeal 

“He made love to me, we made love!!!” you sigh dreamily, flopping over and Maddie pokes your side, teasing you 

“Did you get to ride him?” Karen asks excitedly and you pout 

“He wouldn’t let me!! He said he didn’t think I was ready for it… but when I tell you we’ve been going at it for the last three weeks. I can barely walk straight. That man has been putting me through the mattress”

“You think we didn’t notice?” Athena huffs into her glass and Maddie high-fives her. You roll your eyes and groan softly 

“It’s not my fault he’s got a dick the size of a baseball bat!!” 

Hen chokes on her wine and Karen pats her back as Maddie bursts out laughing 

“You wanna see the pictures?” You grin coyly, wiggling your eyebrows 

“You took pictures?!!” Karen shrieks and Hen and Maddie dive for your phone immediately and you squeal as they knock you over and yank your phone from your hands 

“Wait!! Wait!!” You’re laughing as Maddie screams looking through your photos 

“Y/N Diaz-Buckley!!!” Hen yells at you and you hide your face 

“Wait I wanna see!!! Karen joins the pile on top of you and her mouth drops open 

“How did you even get into that position?!” 

You’d been sending Eddie a ridiculous amount of photos while he was at work, he came home nearly every night, picking you up and taking you straight to the bedroom. Sometimes you didn’t even make it there and he’d take you on the nearest surface 

“Shut up!!” You cry out and Athena gets up, standing above Maddie 

“Damn girl. I don’t think I could even do that when I was younger”

“Oh, I bet you could have” Karen winks at her and you all “ooo” at her and she flicks you all off. 

“Can we please just get to the pictures I meant?!” You yank your phone from Maddie’s hand unlock the folder of the ones from your first night together and hand it back to her and all four women stare, absolutely stunned 

“Oh”

“My”

“God” 

You walk through the bay doors with a fresh tray of brownies, it’s a rather large one… you’ve got a lot of excess energy to burn through when Eddie’s at work. 

“Good afternoon Ravi!” You say cheerily as you set the tray down on the table and put a large pink knife down next to it with a stack of paper princess plates 

“Oh uh- Good afternoon! You’re sure in a good mood” He watches you cut him a nice-sized brownie and hand him the plate 

“Am I??” Your eye twitches the teeniest bit and he nearly choked on his brownie 

“He’s here you know” 

“Who?” You ask nonchalantly, cutting up another brownie and setting it on a plate 

“He’s actually in the showers. Got really dirty at the last fire, I think he slipped in the mud” 

“The showers?” Your hand stalls, and he takes the knife from your hand 

“Down the stairs to your left. The door can lock from the inside, I think only Bobby has the key” 

You cup his face, pulling him in and giving him a big kiss on the forehead 

“I love you” 

You’d slide down the banister if you could, you hurry down the stairs, your platforms thudding as you go. You open the door to the showers and look around for a second making sure no one else is in there and you lock the door behind you 

You approach the showers, listening to Eddie humming softly to himself. He starts to sing quietly and you stall, listening to him. He’s not bad, it’s some Selena song you both love and you giggle quietly before steeling your nerves. 

“Eddie?” You call out, pulling your shirt over your head and he stops, pulling back the curtain. Your eyes meet his as you toss your shirt next to his on the bench. He leans against the shower wall, watching you strut over to him while peeling your bra off, letting your tits bounce, and unzipping your shorts, revealing your bare pussy. You toe off your shoes and socks and step out of your shorts 

His eyes widen as he takes in your body, your full, plush, hips. The way your nipples are hardening as the cool air hits them, he can already feel them on his tongue. His eyes trail down and he freezes in his spot 

“Y-you didn’t wear-“

“I knew what I wanted when I got ready to come here” you purr and he bites his lip, watching the way your hips sway seductively as you walk toward him 

“You think you’re real cute sending me pictures huh?” You ask him, pouting a little and you don’t miss the way his dick jumps at your pout 

“Just a little payback” His voice is low and a bit strained, his eyes are definitely watching your nipples 

“Well it worked” He steps aside as you step into the small space with him, he watches the way the water flows over your body, trickling down between your breasts 

“You’re drooling” 

Your giggle is cut off as he backs you up against the wall, his hand cupping your face, the other gripping your hip as he captures your lips. He kisses you frantically, trailing hot wet kisses down your neck before pulling away to wrap his tongue around your nipple. His moans vibrate through your chest as he sucks contentedly, he lays his tongue flat before rolling it around the hard nub, playing with it like he does your clit 

“Fuck I can never get enough of your tits,” He says hotly before kissing across your chest and giving your other nipple the same treatment “Better let me suck on em when we get home too”

“I will, I promise” You reach between you two, pumping his clock slowly, relishing in the way it hardens in your hand. He’s a lot to handle, you drag his tip between your folds and he thrusts his cock into your hand. 

“Holy fuck” He moans as you let go and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him feverishly. He growls against your lips, pinning you to the wall, and grabs your thighs

“You ready for this Sugar Cube?” He smirks and lifts you up easily. You squeak and wrap your legs securely around his waist 

“Eddie Diaz!!” 

“Yes, Mrs. Diaz-Buckley?” He taunts you and you can feel him poking at your entrance before he thrusts in deeply, groaning at your warmth enveloping him. 

“Fucking hell” You gasp loudly, letting your head fall against the shower wall. He fucks you under the hot spray, your bodies slipping together as the soap flows down his body under the water 

“Beg for it baby, come on I wanna hear you”  he growls as your nails dig into his shoulders, you pant raggedly as you kiss him 

“Fuck me, Daddy, please fuck me harder” You cry out when his hips speed up, kissing your cervix over and over, your eyes roll back in your head as he attacks your neck, leaving dark love bites in his path. You whimper into his shoulder making soft little “ah” noises with each thrust. 

The sounds of your mixed moans echo off the tile walls surrounding you. You slap your hand against the wall next to you, trying to brace yourself from the onslaught of his hips driving into you over and over again. He’s relentless, chasing after both of your highs. You switch to rubbing your clit in fast circles and he can feel you clenching tighter and tighter around him 

You’re having sex in the shower, the shower at work. And this certainly isn’t a dream 

Your orgasm hits you hard, he has to cover your mouth as you scream into his hand, your body shuddering as you squirt over his cock 

“God you feel incredible” He grunts in your ear as your pussy flutters around his cock. You feel him cum as it floods your insides, painting your walls with his hot seed. He thrusts slowly, moaning your name and holding his cock in you all the way for a moment before pulling out. He sets you down carefully, your legs absolute jelly and you giggle deliriously, kissing him passionately 

“Always so tight for me” He nuzzles against your neck and you smile “Always so perfect”

“I love you” 

“I love you more” 

“I love you guys too. Now Eddie, can you tell me where you left the window puncher from earlier? Is it in your pants?” 

Buck is standing right outside the shower stall, his arms crossed over his chest. You stumble forward, peeking your head out of the curtain 

“I locked the door” 

“I know, I thought Eddie did it on accident and got the key from Bobby, dude you lasted like six seconds” 

“I’m in the shower at work, I’m not exactly going to drag it out, it’s called a quickie for a reason” Eddie scoffs and you facepalm as they talk 

“You could have at least pinned her against the wall man. You can’t be over-exerting yourself at work” 

“Yeah I know, I’ll do that next time”

“Are we done discussing this??” You scold them and Eddie shrugs 

“I mean he has a-“

“Can you just help me get dressed” you grumble at Buck, interrupting Eddie as he supports you against his chest 

“Are you joking?” Buck covers his mouth, trying to stop his giggles 

“Can you just shut up and help me!!!” 

Eddie pulls you back into the shower, rinsing his cum from your legs and you blush deeply when he winks at you. He shuts off the shower and wraps his towel around you before pulling back the curtain fully and handing you off to Buck. He is so damn proud of what he just did to you and he’s practically beaming at Buck

“You didn’t have to be so rough with her… daddy” Buck throws his head back laughing and you start beating on him 

“Shut up!!”

You leave the station with a new pep in your step and a relaxed little smile on your face and Ravi loses his mind. Eddie walks you out to the car, holding your hand and swinging it as you walk

“I’ll see you at home?” He asks as he opens the jeep door for you and helps you in 

“Mhm, I’m making enchiladas too so I hope you’ll be hungry” 

“I'm starving after that work out, might need a little snack to tide me over” He winks as he kisses you and you giggle, kissing him back 

“There are brownies, or you know hopefully there’s still brownies”

Eddie pouts as he shuts the door and steps back 

“I think you and I are thinking of very different snacks” 

You stick your tongue out at him and he raises an eyebrow 

“Better watch out before I put that tongue to better use”

Your mouth drops and he grins widely 

“Drive safe baby girl, love you” 

“Love you too” you mumble with your eyes narrowed at him as you pull off 

He watches you drive off, waving until he can’t see you anymore 

God, he loves you

He doesn’t have much time to walk back in when the alarm starts going off, he jogs over to his gear and gets it on, Buck takes his helmet and sets it on his head, giving it a tap with his knuckles 

“You’re gonna be the last one readyyy” he teases in a singsong voice as he legitimately skips off to the truck. Bobby looks up at him, shaking his head slowly as he watches Buck climb into the truck

Eddie is the last one in, and he does get scolded by Bobby and they all tease him but he just can’t seem to care because all he can think about is you and what you’d just done. So what if he’s gotta clean the truck when they get back? 

He and Buck are assigned to hose gold, (Buck named it) they manage to tame part of the fire while the others get the other part, it’s pretty quick work really, it doesn’t seem like it wanted to burn very long which Eddie thought was suspicious in itself but hey? A short call? Who cares how it started.

They finish putting it out and head inside to put out any smaller fires there’s one or two but nothing too bad… it just seems off for some reason. 

He and Buck part ways for a bit, searching through their part of the building when Eddie hears a weird noise, he picks up a crowbar from the floor and stalks slowly toward the noise 

“Buck? Do you hear that?” Eddie asks into his radio, he looks around in the next room, still hearing a faint clicking noise now

“Buck, do you copy?” Eddie looks at his radio for a second, clicking it to make sure it’s working 

Bobby’s voice comes over the radio now, “Hey heads up boys, I think Y/N just pulled up” 

That makes Eddie perk up and now he’s in even more of a hurry to find Buck

“Cap, Buck isn’t-“ 

Just as he’s about to report that Buck has gone silent, a black cat goes running through the hallway, right over Eddie’s shoes 

“Jesus-“ he swings the crowbar like a sword for a minute as the cat runs out of the front door. Buck comes around the corner finally, making that stupid clicking noise 

“Have you seen a cat anywhere? About yay-big?” He holds his hands up and Eddie smacks his chest

“Will you quit messing around!” Eddie tosses down the crowbar and Buck puts his hands on his hips 

“Hey! We save everyone! Including cute cats!!” 

Eddie rolls his eyes as they walk back into the main room together and he nearly kicks Buck in the face for scaring him like that 

“I’m telling you, This wasn’t a normal fire,” Eddie says, looking around one last time and Buck starts checking things out around him as well 

“This is weird, and totally none of our business!!” He laughs as he walks away from Eddie, checking for survivors on the other side of the room 

“I’ll let Athena know something is totally fishy! You coming?” 

“Yeah just give me a sec I got a rock in my boot” 

“Of course you do” Eddie chuckles as he rolls his eyes and walks out of the room, Buck is right behind him, hopping along instead of just sitting down to take the boot off. They leave the building and give the all-clear 

“I think Y/N is here, I’m gonna go check” 

“What’s she doing here?” He plops on the grass next to the front door 

“She was actually in town when she saw the truck go by” He laughs as he takes off his mask “Just thought she’d come by and see if things were okay”

“Ooooo were you texting her” Buck teases and Eddie kicks his leg 

“No, Bobby radioed when you were chasing that cat and apparently turned it off so you didn’t scare it” 

“I named him Robert” 

“Robert?” 

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?”Buck pretends to shoot him with little finger guns and Eddie rolls his eyes

“Hurry up and get the rock out, I wanna go home” 

“You mean so I can catch y’all in the shower again?” 

Eddie groans as he walks away “You’re never gonna let me live that down huh?” 

“Hell no, buddy!!” Buck calls out laughing as he takes his boot off. 

He’s just shaking it out when he hears the gravel crunch from behind him 

“Robert?? Did you go back in when I told you not to?!” 

He shoves his foot back in his boot and gets up “Hereeee Robert! Come on! I promised you treats remember?? Come out, come out wherever you a-“ 

Thunk

“Buck is missing”

“What?” Your heart drops to the floor as Eddie holds your arms, trying to get you to focus and breathe, but your head is spinning and your hands are shaking 

“What no? No, no, no, no, no. Hell no- not my Buck.” 

“They’re looking for him right now, I’m- I’m sure he’s fine Y/N he’s an idiot he probably just wandered off and got lost” 

You stand next to the truck, tugging at the roots of your hair and Eddie takes your hands, putting them on his chest 

“Sugar Cube?, Corazón, pay attention to me. Come on” 

You look up at him, your breathing quick and fast. 

“He’s probably just-“ 

“We have a hostage situation” 

Both of your heads whip around to Athena as she talks to Bobby, pointing at things and coordinating with him 

“You have a what?!” You run up to her, Eddie’s hand still laced with yours 

She looks at you a bit pained “I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, Y/N you’re a civilian. In fact, most of you need to be leaving now that the building is secure”

“Where’s-“ 

“Don’t ask me that” She cuts you off “Please, don’t ask me that Y/N” 

“I’m not leaving, hell no” 

“It could get dangerous. It’s my job to keep you safe” Athena puts her hand on your shoulder and you cross your arms over your chest 

“I’ll stay out of the way, I promise. But I’m not going anywhere” 

You get on your phone, walking away to text Tommy, and Athena sighs, Eddie just shrugs and follows you. 

No one is gonna get past that Buckley stubbornness. 

You climb into the Jeep and Eddie gets in with you, taking his helmet off and putting it on your head 

“What are you doing?” 

“Getting Tommy up here to sit with me, besides he needs to know”

“What’s wrong with me?” 

“You’re gonna be my informant. You can get closer than I can” 

“And if I get shot?”

“Walk it off” 

Eddie lays his head against the headrest, chuckling as you text Tommy the address. 

“How are you so calm?” You finally turn to him, looking at him from under the helmet. He turns his head to look at you, you look cute like that. He wonders what you’d look like in just that. 

“Because one of us has to be. I’m just as scared as you are Y/N… maybe even more. But what good am I if I’m panicking? In order to help Buck… I have to stay calm” 

“You’re doing so good baby,” you say softly, holding down the helmet and tilting your head up to kiss him

“I’m sorry I’m being pushy and not taking your feelings into account too.” 

He kisses you, his finger pulling your chin closer 

“It’s okay… I feel… safe, telling you that I’m really freaking out right now. I don’t know what to do and I feel guilty I walked away from him. Maybe if I hadn’t he wouldn’t have been taken” 

“I think something would have just been created to separate you two, Eddie. If whoever that is just wanted, Buck? They’d have definitely had contingency plans” 

“We could have fought them off together” Eddie sighs, rubbing a gloved hand over his face. You reach over, pull them off, and set them on the dashboard 

“You don’t know if they have a weapon, Eddie, it could have gone so much worse. You’re right… all we can do is remain calm… and do our best to help him” 

Eddie opens his arms and you very awkwardly climb into his lap 

“You could’ve just gotten out and come around” He chuckles quietly and you shrug

“Where’s the fun in that?” 

Tommy arrives on the scene in record time and gets in on the driver's side. You and Eddie look over at him, pulling away from an intense make-out session and he rolls his eyes 

“What? Gotta get rid of the nervousness!” You defend yourself and he smirks 

“Mhm sure” 

“You want me to make out with you too? It really helps take the edge off” Eddie sighs contentedly and Tommy chuckles, shaking his head 

“No thanks, I’m good for now. Might take you up on that later though”

“Please make sure I’m there when that happens,” You say dreamily and Eddie whacks your thigh 

You guys make a plan, and Eddie sneaks over to the trailers to convince Athena to give you some kind of listening equipment as long as you promise to stay out of the way 

“You doin' okay?” You ask as Tommy holds you tightly to his chest. You’d climbed into his lap as soon as Eddie left and he welcomed it, hugging you to him 

“Evan is strong… he’s smart... I’m sure he’s okay” He doesn’t look at you and you put your hand on his cheek, looking at him knowingly 

“That’s not what I asked.. but you’re right. I know Buck’s okay for now… I’d… I’d feel if he wasn’t… you know?” 

“Trust me, I know.”

Eddie comes back with two earpieces and you kiss him senseless. Athena offered to let him stay if you two promised to be on your best behavior and he agreed you would. He gives you both a small nod as he goes back to the trailer. Now all you can do is wait… 

There’s no contact and there hasn’t been any for about half an hour. You’re starting to lose patience when the phone starts ringing. Everyone in the trailer looks at it and Athena picks it up 

“Hello? This is Officer Athena Grant. To whom am I speaking?” 

“Hi Athena, I’m Nero”

You giggle a little at the reference and cover your mouth, you’re supposed to be serious 

“Fucking nerd” Tommy snorts and you whack his chest

“Says the guy who understood the hilarity” 

“I think I have someone you might want…” you hear his voice clearly through the earpiece and it sounds oddly familiar 

“I think you do too. Any chance you’ll just give him back?” 

“That’s not a great negotiation tactic. No, I think I’ll keep him”

“Can you let us talk to him? Let us know Buck is alive?” 

“My pleasure” There’s a shuffling noise and a soft groan 

“Mo- Athena??” 

Your heart drops as you hear Buck, he sounds dazed. Tommy’s hand grips yours just a little tighter, you know what you’re feeling… you can’t imagine what he is. 

“Alright, that’s enough Bucky dear.” You hear a small thud and Nero chuckles quietly 

“Mom huh? That’s cute. That’s really cute, considering his shit parents? I’m glad he found you and Bobby. Really”

How the hell did he know all of that??

“Look, we want to help you. So help us, help you. What can we get for you? I’m sure you have demands” Athena speaks into the phone, she hangs her head as she takes a deep breath, steeling her nerves. 

“I want Eddie Diaz”

They all look over at Eddie, who’s standing with his arms crossed, biting the tip of his thumb 

“Wait what?” He shakes his head, letting his arms fall “Me??” 

“Yes. You” There’s an angry growl to his tone “Did I fucking stutter?” 

“Oh god…” You whisper, looking up at Tommy, the color draining from your face 

“Tommy, Tommy I know that voice.”

“What??”

“Please, please you gotta believe me!” 

“Of course, I believe you Y/N, who the hell is it??”

“It’s the man from the club” 

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Nameless, Faceless: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Summary: Not even four hours after the case in Canada, you're thrown into another one. This time, without Hotch. You have a sinking feeling he's not just blowing you off to get some sleep. There's something wrong.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: welcome to the first episode of season 5! i hope you enjoy this series just as much as i loved writing it! <3

I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

x

They're all concerned about Spencer but even more concerned about Hotch and whether he's going to survive or not. They rush him to the same hospital that Hotch is in to keep them both in the same area. You've been by Hotch's side the whole time and he hasn't woken up yet. You rub your hands together nervously and look to the left of you to see your team fast-walk down the hallway.

"Hey, he's still not conscious."

"Are you sure it was Foyet?" Rossi asks.

"I felt his energy at Hotch's place. I saw what happened. Hotch lost a lot of blood but he's been stable since I arrived. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want you to be distracted. Plus, he was checked in with Derek's credentials that he stole the last time we saw him."

"Did they catch him on the security camera?"

"I saw him drop Hotch off but the camera is only at the entrance. I got a feel of the direction he went in but I lost him right outside the parking lot. I don't know where he is."

"It doesn't make sense for him to have brought Hotch to the ER. We know Foyet gets off on power and control. Maybe what he wants is for Hotch to know his life was in his hands."

"He could do that without risking the hospital," Derek says.

"What happened to Spencer? I heard a gunshot go off over the phone. Is he okay?"

"He was shot in the knee," JJ explains. "He's here getting treatment."

You want nothing more than to go to him but if he's still in surgery or getting care, you don't want to interrupt that. Hotch groans as he comes out of his mini coma-like state.

"Agents, he's waking up," the doctor says. "Remember, he's weak. Don't push him."

"Where am I?" Hotch whispers.

"In the hospital."

"How did I get here?"

"Foyet drove you. Can you remember what happened?" you ask gently.

Hotch stays silent for a moment. 

"What did he take?" Everyone looks at each other in confusion. "The Reaper always takes something from his victims. Do we know what he took?"

"There was a page missing from your day planner in the address section," you say. "The Bs."

"What did he leave?" he winces in pain.

"I don't know. I looked over your whole apartment. Nothing felt out of place."

"Where are my clothes?"

You grab the bag with his bloody clothes and other belongings and set them on his legs. You pull out the bloody shirt and open the bag for him to go through. He pulls out what looks like a wallet but is Derek's credentials. Folded inside is a picture of Hayley and Jack.

He's going after Hayley and Jack.

"Haley's maiden name is Brooks. I always listed her in the Bs in my personal information in case it fell into the wrong hands. He knows where they live," Hotch sighs.

"Don't worry, Hotch. We'll take care of it."

Everyone but Emily decides to leave the hospital in search of Hayley. You would have stayed behind but you're better in the field than by Hotch's side. Spencer is still getting treated so you have no business staying behind. JJ tries calling Hayley three times but she isn't answering.

"She's not answering."

Derek takes out his phone and calls Penelope.

"Garcia, I need FBI SWAT deployed to Hotch's old address."

"Oh, God, do you think he's going after Hayley and Jack?"

"I don't know. Just send a SWAT team. Tell them to wait for instructions. We're on our way."

"Consider them there."

"We need to be prepared for what we might find. Foyet kept Hotch alive. He wouldn't do that without a reason."

There's no time to speculate because Foyet could already be there murdering Hayley and Jack. When the team arrives at her house, SWAT is already there waiting. As soon as Derek gives the green light, SWAT members pile into the house with your team mixed in with them. Hayley is in the house, you can feel her. Foyet's energy is nowhere to be found which means you got to her before he could.

You walk upstairs with Derek and two other SWAT members. Hayley is in her room wearing yoga clothes, headphones are in her ears, and she is doing laundry. She turns to put clothes away and screams loudly from seeing a bunch of people in her house.

"Oh, my God!" she gasps.

"It's okay. It's okay," you calm her down.

"What are you all doing here?"

"We got her," Derek says to Emily who is on the phone with him.

"What's going on?"

"Is there anyone else in the house?" you ask.

"No, there's no one here."

"Where's Jack?"

"He's at a friend's house for a play date."

"We need to get him back here."

"Where's Aaron?"

"He's in the hospital."

"What?" she gasps.

"Hayley, call for Jack. Tell them I'm on the way to pick him up. I promise you we'll explain. Call for him right now. Text me the address," Derek says and leaves the room.

"Tell me what happened to Aaron," she says as she does what she's told.

"He was stabbed nine times presumably last night or early this morning. We know who did it and we're doing everything we can to try and find him. We think he's going after you and Jack next. I know this is a shock right now, but you need to pack a bag. You can't stay here right now. You two will be placed in the Witness Protection Program."

"Wait, are you serious right now?"

"Yes."

"Is this really necessary?"

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"I don't know," Rossi answers.

Hayley knows she needs to listen to your team right now so she starts to pack a very large bag knowing she isn't going to come back here for a while. Derek and Jack come back ten minutes later, and he has the biggest smile on his face.

"Mommy! They let me turn on the siren!"

"Wow, that's so great, baby! Did you have fun?" Hayley smiles through the pain.

"I'll help start a bag in Jack's room," JJ says and leaves.

"Okay. How many times did you run it? How many times?" Jack holds up three fingers and she chuckles. "Three?"

As soon as Hayley and Jack are packed up and ready to go, you take her to the hospital so she can talk to Hotch. Rossi already made some calls to other agents about placing them into protective custody, so those agents meet you at the hospital. Jack is waiting with one of the agents so Hayley can speak to her ex-husband alone.

It sucks knowing their situation (minus the whole Foyet thing) because they didn't divorce because they stopped loving each other. They divorced because loving each other hurt them too much.

While you let them talk, you go find Spencer who is on the other side of the hospital. You grab some jello for him on your way and you keep it hidden behind your back to surprise him. He is trying to find something on the TV to watch when you knock on his door.

"Hey," he smiles brightly and turns off the TV.

"I can't leave you alone, can I?"

"How's Hotch?"

"Physically? He's going to be okay. Emotionally? Not so much. We have to place Hayley and Jack in protective custody, so they're talking right now before they leave." You walk over to his bed and sit on the edge of it. You reach up and move some of his hair out of his eyes. "You need a haircut." Spencer laughs and grabs your hand while it's still on his cheek. He moves your palm to his mouth and he kisses the center of your hand. You rub his cheekbone with your thumb while looking into his eyes with so much love. "I bought you something."

You take the jello out from behind your back and his eyes light up.

"Thanks!" He eats a few bites happily. "Good news is that all I need are some crutches for a while."

"Don't worry, I'm going to take good care of you."

"I know," he smiles.

If he's going to go through all this trouble to incriminate you, the least he can do is stick around to watch your downfall. The block in which he left his last victim is sectioned off with yellow police tape even though there is a large crowd forming around the perimeter. Several officers are located on the outside to keep the public from barging in, and he squeezes himself through the crowd to get to the front.

If this is going to work, he needs to know what the police know so he knows how to proceed from here.

"Excuse me, officer? What's going on here?" he asks.

He's masked his real voice with a fake southern accent he's been working on for weeks.

"There's been a murder. Everything is fine, sir."

"Officer, I walk down this street every day and night. Am I safe? I live right down the block."

"Where?"

"Right there."

The man points to the apartment building on the corner of the street.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"No, sir."

The officer lifts the tape up so the man can step through so he's not stuck in the crowd. The officer doesn't take him to where the dead body is, but he wants some privacy from the onlookers.

"What's your name?"

The man doesn't hesitate to answer.

"Frank Livingston."

"What's a good phone number to reach you at?"

"619-555-0122."

"Where were you last night between the hours of ten and five in the morning?"

"Out here, unfortunately. I have a hard time sleeping ever since I had a stroke a few years ago. I decided to go for a walk to try and clear my head."

"Did you happen to see anything?"

"Well, let's see. I walked outside and had a cigarette." The man chuckles and pats his breast pocket where his pack of cigarettes is. "The dang things will kill ya but I can't seem to put it down." He chuckles. "Anyway, I was walkin' and I didn't know what time it was because I forgot my phone. I saw this car parked on the side of the road, and there was someone lyin' on the ground like they'd been hit. Seeing y'all here makes me think they might not have been hit after all."

"Anything else?" the officer asks and writes down everything he says.

"I saw someone leanin' against the car, but I didn't know what they were doing. The light isn't great out here. My eyes have gone bad since the stroke. It nearly took out my sight altogether. I'm not sure what they were doin' but I know I saw hair."

"Hair?"

"Long hair like a female's. I got out of there so fast like I was fearing for my life. You know females these days got everything goin' on. They carry all kinds of protective weapons on them. I didn't want to end up like that fella."

"Anything else you noticed?"

"Not that I can recall. Like I said, I got out of there quickly."

"Okay. If you can remember anything, please give me a call."

The officer hands over his business card with his contact information, and Frank takes it from him.

"Yes, sir, I will."

Frank walks away from the crime scene with the fake persona still on him. When he gets far enough away, he drops the innocent act with a smirk. He crumbles the officer's card and tosses it into a nearby trash can.

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[reginas-toy]

Purpose ch.3 'Knee deep'

Brought to you by:

Addison Rae: Aquamarine, Diet pepsi (I just rlly like the songs tbh)

Warnings: I mean it is smut so the usual stuff Ig?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I'll add later cause I don't think it's on Tumblr

Enid

Enid couldn't believe it! It had been a month of her and her roomie doing the whole dating/dancing the devil's tango thingy. Oh, how she loved it! The freedom to kiss that beautiful face every day, seeing Willa's freckles from close up, laying in her lap, feeling as if everything would be fine.

 I mean she didn't mind the other stuff either. The collar had just become a normal part of her wardrobe sort of like a choker to those that were not in the know. And the love making was nice too. She laughed when she remembered her first impressions of her now gf.

'She's very hot cute, but rather distant and unenthusiastic.' was a direct quote from her diary and yes, Wednesday could be like that, but when it came to Enid she was very enthusiastic (especially in fucking her just right).

 Talking of such things Enid learned not to judge a book by its cover or perhaps the complete opposite, she never knew to be honest. From Willa's proper manners and all she put her down as an kooky academic with some quirks but not much in pleasure. From her looks, however, she made more of a right assumption that Wednesday was

Kinky as all fuck and not afraid to show it. and

She was over prepped with gear.

If Enid were to believe such a thing to be true, she'd say Willa had a Mary Poppins-esque bigger-on-the-inside bag of magical straps, bindings, dildoes and whatever-have-you's. Then again magic was a thing so why should her girlfriend have a kink TARDIS. (Yes, she knows what that is, thank you very much, her aunt from canada gave her some of her DVDs of episodes from the 80s and she watched them religiously)

Anyways! Today was the special day! One whole ass month AND Willa was taking her for dinner in the evening! She could die how happy she was. (But will not, cause it's not that type of fic)

 The lessons flew by in what seemed like seconds, tho that might just be because Enid was day dreaming like her life depended on it. (It didn't) Her satisfaction however was a whole different thing. Day dreaming about Wednesday and how magical she was in bed (and not just with cards) was making Enid regret having chosen to wear a skirt that may have been a lil too revealing of her excitement at the wrong angles. So she had to be really attentive to her skirt's movements unless she wanted to give Nevermore a show. But she didn't, even with everything that happened in the past month, exhibitionism was scary and she would like to keep the list of people who have seen her naked/ wet to a respectable three. (Her current girlfriend and her best friends Yoko and Divina who she lived with for a bit and God forbid a girl runs across the common area naked a few times, well strides but that's besides the point)

         Finally, she opened the door to her room. Willa wasn't there, because she was doing her fencing classes with Bianca (Who Enid had to admit she had had a crush on at the start of her nevermore days). She looked at her bed on which there was a note:

'Out fencing will be back at Four. See you then. Kisses -W'

Oh eeeeemmm geee, how considerate of Willa.

With it now being just after two, she had a good hour and a half to lay in her bed and relax. So being the gen Z icon that she is she took out her phone, fell not so gracefully into her bed and started scrolling TikTok. At first it was nothing too out of the ordinary, your usual clips of tv shows and edits of Chappell Roan. But then this attractive goth popped up on her FYP seductively dancing to Billie Eilish's verse on Guess.

FUCK. 

Enid didn't want thisssss, she just wanted to relax, but it was already too late. Her hand was slithering down to her jeans, slowly undoing the button. Once they were lose enough for her hand to fit it continued its journey past her cute heart-shaped bush down her pink lace panties (Ofc they were pink). Her whole body shivered as her cold-ish hand made contact with her cunt. The phone was (safely) discarded (thrown) on her bed and she was deep in her fantasies thinking about Willa doing that dance and then going down on her. OH HOW cute she was eating Enid out, her eyes showing so much emotion, seeing if the werewolf was sufficiently being satisfied   ughFUCsuafjihb. fuckfuckFUCK. It felt so gooooooddd mmmmmmmmPlease.

Enid was starting to feel hot and sweaty from the feeling of her fingers mixing with memories of Wednesday's warm breath against her cunt as she was about to eat Enid out, that mixing with all sorts of fantasies.

It all started crystalizing into an almost clear view in Enid's head jiojfgc. As she got FUCK closer and ijoerfa oh Willa closer Her breath becoming more erratic, her fingers moving faster and faster and faasfhjniokerf. A familiar feeling rose up in her stomach slowly, until she couldn't control it at all, stopping it now was not an option she was just over the edge and for a moment a split second a calmness came over her until

aHFeu7dio AFUCKFUCKWEDNESDAY PELEASE auuurfchfwoofereafd a wave of pleasure washed all over her making her moan. Meanwhile her panties were being ruined by the lavender tasting mixture that was her cum.

 She quickly grabbed her phone turned on the camera, lifted her pants and panties so you could see the mess she made and snapped a pic.

Wednesday

Finally the fencing finished and she was free of her responsibilities. She and Bianca alongside Yoko went to the changing room. Getting out of the uniform felt rather freeing. Bianca and Yoko chatted about gossip or what have you as they took off their kits. Wednesday wasn't one for looking where she doesn't need to (or at least that was the lie she told herself) But she could afford a peek at her "Opponent's" bodies. There was something to them, not much compared to that of Enid, but still, a girl can indulge herself sometimes surely.

 She saw her phone light up:

Enid

sent you a photo

Hm, that was curious, she was one for an overabundance of pictures, but one thought? Now that WAS interesting. She opened her phone and clicked on Enid. Outside there was no notable change to how Wednesday was, except for her crossing her legs. Inside however was a whole different matter.

 A picture of Enid's perfect folds, still a little warmer in colour from touching, her favourite underwear cum stained. Wednesday could practically smell that smell and imagine herself in between those thighs. Oh what a bad girl ms. Sinclair was.

 Rather hurriedly, to the surprise of Yoko and Bianca, Wednesday threw on a shirt and jeans and practically leapt out of where she was sitting and straight out the door.

Yoko chuckled

"I guess she couldn’t stay focused around such hot bods as ours"

"Guess not."

Thankfully their room wasn't that far and Wednesday was there in about ten minutes. She opened the door just to find her girlfriend laying in her own bed. She looked nice like this, peacefully sleeping, her stomach and cunt uncovered. Seemingly fallen asleep right after she sent that photo.

Enid would pay for what she did yet.

Willa climbed on top of Enid, pushing the duvet further down the girl's body. Enid was rather a heavy sleeper so Willa wasn't too worried she'd wake up (just yet). She positioned herself so that one leg was between Enid's. With some skill she put her hands just either side of Enid's head, her hair falling neatly besides. With no warning she pushed her knee into the sleeping girl's cunt and started rubbing circles. At first Enid moaned and writhed around unconscious, but soon enough, the dark haired girl saw her slowly open her eyes and almost yelp in surprise. Willa gave her a kiss, before ceasing her pleasing and falling to Enid's side.

"Hey! I was enjoying that"

"I bet you were pup, but the world's a cruel place and as we learned you don't always get what you want.'

"So it is" Enid sighed.

"Now, you have some work to do don't you?"

"Do I?"

" Oh please, you think you can just tease me like that and get away with it? No, if you want to be a slut at least have the audacity to follow through."

"hm, that so? Well then…" Enid said murred taking Wednesday's body and placing it at the center of the bed, before taking off the raven's jeans.  "OH my! Ha so it did work mmm?"

"I guess so, now be a good pup and get on with it" Willa roared out.

And before she could say anything else her pup of a girlfriend had pushed her panties to one side and started slowly kissing Willa's thighs, making her way down them. Wednesday was gonna go INSANE. She grabbed Enid's head and pushed it into her cunt. Enid's tongue was careful at first, going slow making Willa grab at Enid's head harder. Having understood her task, Enid started going faster with every few seconds, by the end Enid was like a proper good pup, lapping at Wednesday's cunt as she was wide eyed and more in love than she'd ever been. Mmmmmm it felt so good she…. She couldn't hold it back, that damn Sinclair girl made her look a fool again, oh but she loved this. With that the yummy juices sprayed right onto Enid's face, she then wiped them away with her fingers and licked them off.

"We should probably get ready, love." Enid said as if nothing had happened.

"Wha…"

"I'm staaarving"

"Alright, mi lobita, just gimme a sec."

Wow, 1.7k words y'all it's been a while and I'm sorry, I was finishing 'Research' and then I started Uni so all that was hectic. But I'm back writing my silly smut. And dw they're going to the restaurant next chapter, I wanted to in this one, but it's not my fault Wednesday decided to fool around before going out.

[exquisite-evans]

Two years of Heartstopper TV, what can I say?! It’s a rare thing for a show to take hold of my life like this and…not let go. I hadn’t read the comics when the show was recommended to me by a friend. I trusted her recommendation, went into it blindly, and sat down to watch it on a Friday night. The moment episode 8 ended, I restarted it and watched it all again halfway through the night. Then the next morning, I woke up and watched it again. Then during dinner on Sunday, I watched it again. I watched S1 FOUR TIMES in one weekend. It was as if I couldn’t bring myself to watch anything else. It was so beautiful and loving and powerful. It made me feel GOOD. And a lot of shows out there today don’t.

I obviously then purchased all the comics and fell down the rabbit hole, taking everyone who’d listen to my recommendation with me. At this point, two years later, I’ve watched that first season an innumerable amount. I could probably recite it word-for-word.

Something shifted for me, personally, with S2. I was somehow pulled in even deeper. I was captivated by the chemistry that brought Nick and Charlie to life. Joe and Kit were born for these roles—it blows my mind if I think about it for too long. The themes in S2 obviously grew more mature, and now having read the comics, I knew where we were headed. And once again, I watched S2 on repeat. That first week of its release, I watched it every night. Then I watched it every weekend through late-October.

And, as many of you know, it inspired me to begin writing my fanfic, Because You Loved Me, of a married Narlie in their late twenties, starting a new stage of their lives. They just…infiltrated my brain. In a way that I could never complain!

So, Heartstopper has changed my life in just two short years. I am now a fan of Joe and Kit and their upcoming projects, only wanting the best for them in this world because they gave us the perfect iteration of Nick and Charlie. I am knee-deep in writing said fanfic that brings me so much joy (and others too, from what you tell me 😉). I am consumed daily by the genuine love of Nick and Charlie. One of my favorite love stories written. One of soulmates and everlasting love, ages and sexualities be damned. For those two can get through anything, together, even as teens.

Heartstopper chipped away at my cynical heart and made me believe in romance again. 🥹✨🩵

QUEER LOVE DESERVES TO BE CELEBRATED LOUDLY! 🏳️‍🌈

Cheers to our upcoming S3, which will surely ruin my life even further, and fingers crossed that we’re blessed with a S4 to complete their story how Alice sees fit.

I’ll be here. Fangirling on main.

[prismuffin]

can you do sal x reader who is having mental break downs because of the pressure of their family and bullying please?

A/n: Ofc! I made this a little drabble/oneshot

I'm Here

Sal Fisher x gn!reader

( summary: Sal catches you having a panic attack and quickly comforts you )

warnings?: Reader having a panic attack, mentions of parents and a hard life at home and school, sal comforts! No use of Y/n!!

!-!more under the cut!-!

It was quiet, eerily quiet.

That's what Sal thought as he walked through the halls of your apartment. You both were supposed to hang out today after school but you never showed up to his door. He went searching for you because of this and soon found that your apartment door was unlocked, your parents gone along with their shoes and coat but yours were still there. He feared the worse as he neared your room at the end of the hallway. Maybe the demon of Addison Apartments got you? From all the shit he's seen he thinks seeing you dead would be the worst of them all. Turning the handle to the door slowly he peeked inside as best he could with his mask restricted view.

He heard you before he fully saw you, your sniffles and shaky breaths being evident. It made him open the door quicker, seeing your shivering form by the end of your bed. “Shit!” He practically ran over to you, crouching down by you, his hands hovering over your form as he wasn’t sure if he should touch you. “Are you ok?” He asked, speaking softer now than before. You obviously shook your head, face pressed between your hands as you faced the floor, your knees hunched in on themselves as you sat in a protective manner. “I-I-I can’t I-“ an especially hard sob left your throat as you tried to speak, your feelings practically choking you with a vicious grip. “Shh shh it’s ok, panic attack?” you nodded quickly and he sighed. “Can I touch you?” You were hesitant, but soon nodded anyway. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, replacing your hands on your face with his shoulder. He didn’t care if his shirt got ruined from you crying on it he could just wash it. He felt your body shake violently and decided to calm you down. “Can you breathe with me?” He asked and you shook your head against his shoulder. "I c-can't, I c-" “Yes you can, here breathe with me ok?” You nodded slowly and he began taking deeper breaths. “In,” he inhaled, feeling you attempt to follow, your shaky breaths echoing against the skin of his neck. ��Out,” he exhaled and you did too, sniffling at the end. He was quick to tell you to breath in again, hold for four seconds or so and then tell you to release the breath, hoping some of the anxieties would escape with it.

After a while your breathing seemed to naturally slow. You weren’t shaking as much anymore, and the little amount left was pushed away by Sal stroking your back comfortingly. Your grips on each other were tight as you calmed down from your recent episode. “Do you mind telling me what triggered this?” He asked, speaking softly and waiting until you felt comfortable to speak. There was no pressure if you didn’t want to, but he’s helped you out this much. “Everything just came crashing down on me…” you mumbled, gripping him tighter as you continued. “My parents are always p-pressuring me about stuff and it drives me insane. And when I think I finally get a chance to get away from it all I get mocked and ridiculed at school..” a stray tear fell from your eyes, coating Sal's already soaked shirt. "It started back up again?" You nodded and he sighed, "and you didn't tell me?" He mumbled, "I'm sorry-" "No, no it's ok you did nothing wrong- just let me know the next time it happens alright? I'll give them a taste of their own medicine when they try and pick on you ok?" You practically giggled at his words, it was short lived and very abrupt but it was a little bit of a laugh either way and it made Sal smile. "What? Don't think I can handle them?" "I just don't want you getting hurt Sally," he grumbled jokingly, wearing a joking expression that you couldn't see for two different reasons. He felt you smile against his shoulder, "Thanks Sal." You mumbled and he nodded, "I'll hold you for as long as you need."

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[annie-creates]

Out like a light

Pairing: Lady Lesso x werewolf reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1000

Note: I loved writing this, hope there's enough fluff for you my love. Sorry for making you wait for it but I hope you'll like it.

You felt the upcoming full moon in your aching bones. You didn’t always have a bad reaction to it, sometimes the transformations hurt more, sometimes less. But as you walked around the school for evil teaching class after class, you knew tonight is not gonna be an easy night. Still you pushed through, already being used to this never ending cycle of pain and power. You made it into your own little ritual. You’d leave the castle after dinner, making sure to eat and drink enough to have the strength needed for your transformation. Then you’d wait for the moon to fully come out, running into the woods and draining your energy. After a few hours you’d come home and go to sleep.

You planned to do the same tonight. As you approached the dinning hall with your girlfriend by your side, you gave her a little kiss assuring her you’ll be fine tonight and she doesn’t have to wait for you. You ate and went out to get a head start. As you navigated the woods behind school watching the moon over the tree crowns, the scenery seemed quite peaceful. You’d even enjoy it if it wasn’t for your aching bones and throbbing head signaling your body is more than ready to take the form of your beast.

You fell to your knees, slowly transforming into the large grey wolf that was your other half. It took longer than usual tonight and was extremely painful, so you were left just breathing and resting for a minute to collect yourself. But as you picked yourself up from the ground to your four strong paws, you ran. Your distance and speed were unlimited, and you found yourself enjoying the wind in your face and cracking branches under your weight. Many found being in the wolf form restricting, but to you it was freedom.

You came back to the castle long after midnight, your claws screeching on the stoned floors. You were well aware Leonora hated it when you came back to the room still in your werewolf form leaving dirt everywhere, but considering how today’s transformation went, you didn’t wanna experience it again in the cold and darkness of the forest. You noticed the light in the room still on and as you stepped in, you found your girlfriend in her favorite armchair by the fireplace reading a book. Her questioning eyes met your apologetic ones as you started to transform back into human with your wolf cries turning into pained grunts.

Leonora wrapped your slouched form in a warm blanket lightly caressing your hair. She has seen many of your transformations both ways, the good ones and the bad ones, so she already had a pretty good idea about what hurts you, what kind of treatment you're willing to get and what kind of touches are forbidden. As you had your own little ritual for the full moon nights, she prepared one of her own, taking note of all the things she can do to make you feel better.

“I’ll get the bath ready, alright?” she offered and you answered with a little nod.

After she made sure you’ll be alright for the couple minutes, she went to the bathroom to prepare your favorite lotions and bubble bath. Leonora made sure the water is just the right temperature to relax your aching tense muscles and even lit up a few candles with the scents you liked. She turned the light down a bit, well aware you’re sensitive to sensory perceptions after your wolfing episodes.

“Honey the bath is ready.” She came back to help you into the tub, carefully letting you sit down in it. “How was your night?” it was a simple question; you knew you didn’t have to speak but she gave you the option to. And for a long time you didn’t.

“It was nice. The transforming – not so much.” You answered after some prolonged minutes in which she just gently washed your body. You were slowly coming back to her not only in the body but also in your head.

“I’m sorry baby. But we’ll make it alright.” She promised and caressed your shoulder knowing kisses weren’t welcomed now. “Can I wash your hair?” such big intervention needed permission first and she was willing to wait to get it.

“Yea.” You nodded and tilted your head back to make the job easier for her.

By the time you were done in the bathtub you were finally responsive and back to yourself, feeling every aching bone and pulled muscle. Leonora wrapped you in a fluffy bathrobe doing a basic hair and care routine with you until you were all done and cleaned up ready to go to bed. And that’s where you went, burring yourself in a pile of duvets and comfy blankets. Leonora observed you with nothing but love in her eyes as the only light she left on was the lamp at her bedside table.

“Do you wanna go to sleep?” she offered seeing as it would be more than reasonable at this hour.

“Not yet. Can you read me from your book?” you begged her placing your head on her shoulder as she picked up the book she was reading before you came back.

“It’s not an interesting book.” She warned you.

“I don’t care, I love your voice.” That and you loved the beating of her heart and movement of breath under your ear.

“Okay.” Leonora shrugged and started reading with you in her arms, but your silence didn’t last long.

“Can you do the thing with your hands?” you asked, pleading eyes boring into hers.

“You mean this?” with a genuine smile Leonora started to draw gentle slow circles on your back, lightly scratching you with her fingernails.

“Yes.” You closed your eyes in bliss purring in satisfaction.

It didn’t take you long to fall asleep after that. In the arms of your one true love you were out like a light.

[slytherinn-xo]

I KISSED A GIRL ....... and i liked it Episode 1

Spending the summer in Italy finding love felt like it was some Love Island shit, and really it would be. Just extremely gay. 

But seriously spending my summer in a lesbian filled Villa, with the odd bisexual thrown in here, felt ideal. 

I walked down the cobbly driveway as I tried not to fall over, but inevitably failing as I landed flat on my arse laughing with the producers, as they had to help me back up. 

"Sorry about that, got two left feet, doesn't match well with the gravel here." I told them with a grin, my Spanish twinge sneaking through my words. 

I walked into the camera trying to clean up my arse from the gravel, before I took a seat.

"What a way to make an entrance, fall flat on my arse." I told the cameras with a smile, before something was clapped in front of my face. 

"I don't wanna do it, can I go home?!" I asked myself in Spanish as I tried to calm myself down right now. 

"I'm Elena, I'm 21 and I was born in Barcelona, but I've lived in Islington, London for about 4 years now." I told the camera with a smile. 

"I'm so gay it hurts, like men, I can be friends with them, but women, oh fuck! WOMEN!" I just said throwing my head back with a laugh. 

"Ive only been out for like four years, but I've known since I was like 12!" I added in with a smile. 

"Like really, being so femme, men don't realise when I go out that I'm gay, so I just have to go up to one of my mates and just kiss her." I told the camera with a smile, as it was so hard going out and people realising that I'm gay. 

"I'm a Paramedic, so I do know the kiss of life ladies." I added in with a wink before I just laughed. "No cut that out please, that was so cringe!" I just shuddered at my own actions. 

"My perfect woman......." I told myself. "Someone athletic, a bit more masculine, but a golden retriever." I told them all with a smile. "Honestly any footballers and I will have a heart attack. Or I'll just be on my knees." 

"I can't believe that there's a girl round the corner waiting to kiss me." I told myself. "KISS ME?! WHAT THE FUCK!" 

"I think I'm so scared what if they aren't my type!" I told myself as I fanned myself. "Please just be a fit lady!" 

"I'm shitting myself, I just better not fall over again, unless she's gonna catch me, actually do I try that?" I asked myself with a laugh. 

~~

I walked around the corner towards the pool, coming out through a shit tonne of trees, and I almost flopped and fell over right there and then, but I saved it luckily, these stones aren't good for me to walk on.

"Don't fall." I told myself as I looked up seeing the girl I would be kissing walking out.

She was absolutely gorgeous, and I just couldn't take my eyes off her.

She walked around the pool as I had to go and meet her, and I tried not to giggle as she got closer to me.

Her hand just went around my waist pulling me in close as I rested my hand on her jaw, pulling her in for the kiss.

I took it slow with a peck, but as I pulled away, I could already feel her coming in for more, which I quickly followed up on, as she took dominance in the kiss.

I just kept myself close to the girl, as I let her take control before pulling away, and going back in for a quick kiss after.

"I think I just got lipstick all over you!" I told the girl, as I looked at her face seeing the transfer of lipstick and a bit of my makeup.

"Have you?" I heard the girl say as I heard her speak finally and I was already in love with the accent.

"Definitely!" I told her as I fell forward a little bit as I was in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, seeing the makeup all over her.

"Have you actually?" She asked me as she held my hand trying to keep me up, like she already knew I was a clumsy twat.

"It's like around your lips." I told her as I tried wiping away the makeup that was all over her now. "Is it all over me?" I asked her as I couldn't see what I looked like, and if I looked like a mess.

"No, you're good, you're good." The girl told me with a smile, as she held my waist now, and feeling her hands on my waist, you know what It made me feel like butterflies were just flitting around in my stomach.

"Oh, my God. Sorry I'm just shaking right now." I told her as I could see my hands shaking with all the adrenaline in my body.

"It's okay, I'm Georgia, by the way." She told me, and I swear I was just swooning over her at this point.

"I'm Elena." I told her with a smile, as I had to look away before I started blushing under her gase anymore.

"Nice to meet you." She told me with a smile, taking my hands in hers again, as we faced each other.

"I keep forgetting you don't know my name." I told her with a smile, and already I wanted to hug her, feel her against me, not in that way you dirty bitch. "I just need to like breathe."

"That's all right, take a second." Georgia told me as she kept a hold on my hands. And she kept talking to me.

"Cállate." I just told Georgia as she was rambling on a little bit before pulling her in closer by her jaw.

And I just took the dive and locked lips with her again, I couldn't help my smile into the kiss, she is gorgeous, and my type to a T. I was definitely already claiming her.

But I was just kissing her for the fun of it now, like she made me so giddy and shit, you wouldn't believe I had only just met her.

"AhHHHHHHHHHH!" I told myself as I turned away from her blushing hard now.

"I'm just gonna cling onto you now." I just told her as I felt her hands go to my hips as she pulled me back towards her.

"That's absolutely fine with me. I won't let go. I won't let go." Georgia just told me as she held onto my, and I was leaning on her shoulder as she had pulled me in for a hug.

I just locked eyes with Georgia and I couldn't stop the smile that was forming on my lips as I not only blushed but I bit my lip to try and hide the smile.

"I don't know why I'm doing this." I told Georgia as I smile, as I was placing my hands on her shoulders.

"It's okay, it's okay." Hearing the reassurance from Georgia just made me feel even more relaxed around her.

"I'm just getting really weirdly close." I told her with a smile.

"You can get weirdly close that's also fine." Georgia told me with a smile as she looked at me. "And you can keep talking in Spanish to me."

"I'll have to teach you some." I told her with a smile, looking her up and down, trying to be inconspicuous.

"I might just faint in a minute, she like made it not awkward, holding my hands, talking in that gorgeous accent." I told the camera in the confessional room with a smile.

"She gave me a protector sort of vibe and I honestly loved it!" I told myself with a grin.

"Should we go and meet everyone else?" Georgia asked me as she let me hold onto her arm.

"No, can we just stay here." I told her as I let go of her arm, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

"We can escape from them in a bit, but we have to meet them." Georgia told me with a smile, pecking my lips before taking my hand to go off and through a corridor, which would take us to the masseria.

"OH HELLO!" I heard as we rounded the corner, and Georgia just let me cling to her, and I could feel Georgia's eyes on me.

"You good?" Georgia asked me as I looked up at her while we walked.

"Oh my god, no." I told her as I held her hand tighter.

"You'll be good, I'm right here." Georgia told me with a smile, as we kept up the pace rounding the corner to them.

"I feel like I've known you my whole life." I told her as I kept my head on her shoulder while we walked into the masseria.

"I know, just don't let go." Georgia told me with a smile as we kept walking.

"Are you okay with it?" We just kept talking until we reached the eight other girls who were already in the masseria.

"Hola!" I told the girls with a smile, as I used my only free hand to wave, as I kept the other entwined with Georgia's.

"Elena." I told the first girl who came in for a hug, still keeping my hand in Georgia's. I was scared I'd like fall into the pool if I let go.

"I'd definitely say me and Georgia compliment each other. Like she kept her hand in mine, just so I was calm. She made me feel so relaxed and less neurotic." I told the camera with a smile, as I just relaxed even more right now. "I really wanna do the same for her.

"How was your guys' kiss?!" Amy asked us with a massive grin on her face. "Pretty good?"

I just blushed and wanted to hide in Georgia again, already!

"Some would say perfect." I told the girls with a smile as I looked at Georgia with a smile.

"She's in LOVE!" Amy just told me as I turned away from the girls as Georgia just pulled me into her arms.

"I'm not joking." I told her in a quiet voice as I just got sucked back into the hole of being introverted.

"It was perfect." Georgia just told me as she coaxed me out of my shell, pecking the top of my head.

"Elena and Georgia, that's basically the perfect lesbian couple." Naee told the camera's as she relaxed in the confessional room. "Like boom they came in together, they're holding hands, they're kissing already, they're inseparable. Typical lesbians moving fast."

And I stayed in Georgia's embrace as we all screamed seeing Dannii Minogue walk into the masseria.

"Buongiorno!" Dannii spoke up with a smile as she waved at all of us.

"Dannii Minogue!" I heard one of the girls call out with a giddy smile. "Goddamn!"

"A vision in purple!" Amy spoke up as me and Georgia walked next to Meg and Amy.

"GAY PANIC! It's happening!" I told the girls with a smile.

"Welcome to Italy!" Dannii Minogue told us all with a smile. "And this beautiful masseria. I mean it's pretty gorgeous right?"

"It's unreal." Georgia told Dannii with a smile.

"So you've all met your match, and what a way to meet with a kiss. So tell me how did it go?" Dannii asked us all.

"Good." Lisha muttered to everyone.

"Perfecto." I told myself really with a smile.

"Mid." We all heard Demi speak up, and I just widened my eyes as we all turned to look at her and Fiorenza. "Joking!"

"Make her feel better!" Georgia spoke up from behind me, as I just held onto Fiorenza's arm with a smile, trying to make her feel better about it all.

"Well this first kiss could be that start of something incredible, so I hope you give his new relationship a good chance." Dannii spoke up with a smile to all of us once again.

"Will the kisses continue or will you find a spark of chemistry somewhere else?" Dannii asked us all. "because girls in this masseria, everyone's a possibility."

"Ultimately, you have to find our if there's someone special here that's just right for you." Dannii kept talking to us. "Because when this summer of love comes to an end, you'll face a huge decision."

"Will you leave this masseria as girlfriends, and continue your relationship back home?" Dannii asked us all and I just hoped for that after this summer of love.

"Who knows?" Someone questioned.

"That's the question." Georgia added in with a smile.

"But for now, be who you are, love who you want to love, and have some fun!" Dannii added in with a smile as we all cheered for the Aussie.

"And I will see you real soon, okay?" Dannii asked us all and we just cheered for her as she left us alone in the masseria.

And GOD what a woman!

~~

Once Daannii Minogue had left the masseria, I was left alone with the girls. I wanted to get to knows all of the girls but they definitely intimidated me, as I stuck by Georgia's side, keeping a hold on her hand, as we went to explore the masseria. 

But we didn't make it far as when we went to enjoy looking around the garden I was tackled. 

And I mean tackled onto the sofa's by Georgia, making me laugh, before she sat next to me on the sofas. 

"I feel like I'm still so scared and stuff even after the kiss." I told Georgia as I held onto one of her hands, playing around with it a bit, and the rings on her fingers were being twiddled around. 

"No I know." Georgia just reassured me as she played my the bracelet which was matching with Jana. 

"But I think it was not as bad as I thought it was gonna be." I told her with a small smile, trying to hide how happy I was at it all. "That's the biggest compliment I can give." 

"That's fine, I'll take it." Georgia told me with a smile. "Not as bad as you thought it was gonna be." 

"No, but it was good." I told her slowly before looking up into her eyes. "Did you think it was good?" I asked Georgia with a small smile as I waited for the answer. 

"Yeah I thought it was good." Georgia told me, pushing a braided strand of hair behind my ear with a smile. 

"Okay, we've reassured each other." I added with a small smile. 

"Yeah, I thought it was good, you thought it was good." Georgia told me with a smile, as I just blushed under her gaze. 

"I fancy her, that's a great start, like she is my type to a tee. I get embarrassed saying it!" I told the camera in the confessional room, as I jumped about a bit on the chair I was sat on the edge of. 

"So what is your usual type?" I asked her with a smile, as I bit my lip. 

"I feel like I would probably say you." Georgia just fired back at me as she looked at me with her smile. 

"I like a femme girl who, like, is a little bit edgy, but then a little bit cuddly and stuff." Georgia told me with a smile, as I ticked off the boxes I bit. 

"Edgy?!" I asked her with a smile. 

"Like your tattoos, like, you look so cool." Georgia told me with a smile. 

"I'm no bit edgy, cool maybe, but the cuddly bit, I am one clingy mother fucker." I told her with a smile. 

"Like just, you look cool, and sexy." Georgia told me as I just blushed under her gaze. "Rings. Cool. Edgy. And your eyes are outrageous." 

"Yeah I'm glad I matched with you." Georgia told me with a grin, as she messed with a few of my braids. "I can't lie, not one bit. Not mad about it!" 

I just laughed at Georgia's awkward moment with a smile on my lips. 

"I mean that's exactly what I wanted to hear." I told her with a smile. "I'm not mad about it!" I imitated her accent as she threw her head back with laughter at my shit accent. 

"You know I'm messing." Georgia added in as she placed her hand on my thigh, over my dress, leaning in to me. 

"You're so cute." I told her with a smile, running my finger over the singular curl in her hair. 

And I just giggled before Georgia leaned over me, pulling me in for our third kiss of the day. Her hands on my hip and supporting her as she leaned over me. And I was just led back, leaning up to place my hands on her neck and jaw. 

I just couldn't and can't get enough of this girl! Like seriously she is addictive! 

But as we pulled away I just smiled before pecking her one more time before Georgia pulled me up much to my displeasure. 

"That's all you're getting now!" I told her with a smile as she got up much faster moving away from the Yorkshire lass. 

"No!" Georgia told me, and thanks to her fast as hell reactions she grabbed me by the waist, pulling me back to sit on her lap as we both broke into fits of laughter. 

~~

Getting ready for a Pride celebration in this house was like getting ready for Christmas with Jana. Everything was everyone's. 

If you fit in it, you can wear it. 

Sharing is caring. 

And most of all. 

If you're not ready in time, we're leaving without you! 

But walking around in a towel, was revealing and not to me about these girls. Like I already had my girls. 

Amy. Meg. Fiorenza. Lisha. Oh and obviously Georgia. But these girls, and my girls. And If they leave me I will fight everyone. 

But even though I love revealing outfits and shit, I'm not one for being naked around many people, but I didn't care that much in the moment of getting ready in the dressing room, as Amy was helping me put my shorts and bra on. 

"I love this!" I heard Abbie shout from one room of the house as I was getting tied into my light up top by Amy. "We've basically got ten wardrobes!" 

"Clue yourself in love, I'm already eyeing up some stuff!" I shouted back across the house at her. "Those boots baby!" 

"Oh my GOD!" I heard Georgia also reply to the blonde girl. 

"How unreal is that?" Abbie just answered as we all knew we would be trying on each other's shit. 

"Who's a size six and a half shoe?" I just heard Georgia shout and I cackled with Amy as we failed at keeping it together right now. 

I sat in between Georgia's legs as we sat on what we had already claimed as our bed, Georgia's arms around my waist, hands resting literally under my tit and on my thigh. 

She knew what she was doing with those hands. 

DAMN! 

"This year was my first pride actually." Demi told us all as she was in the main bedroom getting ready. 

"Oooh! Where did you go?" Georgia said as she placed her head on my shoulder as I was messing with her fingers and the rings she was wearing, distracting myself from where they were placed. To try and not get flustered. 

"I would love to tell you. I don't know geography." Demi told us and I just burst into fits of laughter with Georgia, as she pulled up both back to lie on our bed at Demi's words. 

"Everyone looks fit, and everyone's exceeded my expectations like no one is a dick, which is good, cos now I don't have to avoid people." I told the confessional camera with a smile. "Can I stay here?" 

"Is this heaven?" I asked myself with a smile, holding my light up titties. 

"Everyone looks so fit." Abbie told us all with smiles as I was just relaxing on Georgia's lap as we waited for everyone else. 

"You fucking look outrageous." Georgia told me as I stood next to her, as she was still sat on our bd. 

"Elena looks fit." Georgia told the confessional with a damning smile. "She knows exactly what she's doing in that bra and short shorts." 

Walking out with everyone to the Pride party was another thing, like it was so fun to get everyone out into the decorated garden. 

And we got the treat of a lifetime when Meg, the resident fire breather, got to show us her skill. Like THE FUCK how?! 

"Any one else with a good party trick?" Georgia asked as we all laughed and just got to having a fun time with each other. 

Dancing around the masseria. Making sure I didn't deck it in these heels. Had fun, dancing with Meg at one point as she had me bent over as we laughed. 

~~

But getting that chance to relax afterwards was just so fun, as I led across the sofa, trying to save a seat or two on the sofa. 

"All right babes?!" I heard Amy ask Fiorenza as I cackled with laughter, while the girl strutted over to us. 

"So, who identifies as STEM here, would we say?" Amy asked us all as we calmed the fuck down after our giggle fit. 

"I am one of the people who knows, like......." I started to say. 

"Yeah yeah." Meg told me with a smile. 

"Fuck all about the language." I told the girls with a smile as they nodded at me about it. "So, like, let's explain it all to me, gals." I added with a clap of my hands. 

"I would say a STEM is....." Abbie started out for the group. 

"A stud and a femme." Amy finished off for us with a smile. 

"A stud and a femme, like a happy middle, in between." Abbie told us, well me, as I was just looking clueless over in the corner. The lights were on but no one was home. 

"Ohhh yeah." I nodded when it finally clicked. Tonight English wasn't Englishing in my head. 

"That's what it is!" Fiorenza told us as she was clued in too, and I giggled at her responce to it. 

"The light bulb she's like, ding!" Amy told us all with a laugh. 

"Like, I knew it was like a masculine thing." Fiorenza told us all as we nodded. 

"Can I have a notepad please? I need to write this down." I told the girls raising my hand with a small smile. Amy laughing at how innocent I looked in contrast to my outfit for a second. 

"When I come to describing myself, I can't even..... I don't know." Meg told us all as we nodded at her words. 

"Stem? Femme?" Abbie listed off. 

"Femme." Abbie told us all. 

"You've only seen me today though." Meg told us all as I just nodded. 

"That's the thing." Amy agreed. It takes a lot to show who you are other than two outfits, I mean I spend half my life in a bloody paramedics uniform. 

But I look fucking sexy in it. 

"We've only seen the fire breather." Fiorenza told Meg like she was still in a tranced from the fire breathing as I giggled at her expression, it was like a lost puppy. 

"And we loved it." I told her with a grin on my face, before making eye contact with Fiorenza and making a face at her, before trying not to laugh. 

"We loved it yeah." Fiorenza told Meg with a smile, as the blonde looked away pretending to be shy right now. 

"Come on guys I need educating here!" I called out to the girlies as I looked at them. "Give em to me!" 

"Golden retriever!" Abbie threw out there. 

"Yeah, Labrador Lesbian, what is that?" Amy asked the blonde next to her. 

"Golden retriever lesbian, I would say, is you." Abbie just looked at Lisha, but that doesn't help me understand it! 

"You're like a Masc lesbian." Abbie told us all. 

"I am not, I am hard as fuck!" Lisha told us all before I just burst into laughter, imagining Lisha dealing with like a scrap or some shit. 

"Oooh scary, and then they're actually just like a little, like a puppy." Abbie told us all with a nod. 

"Normally Golden retrievers are paired with like a black cat." Abbie continued to tell me. 

"What's a black cat?" I asked her tilting my head. 

"A Black Cat is someone that's more like dominant, a bit more pizzazz." Fiorenza told me with a nod.  

"And a bit more like cold and frosty." Abbie told me with a nod. 

"But have youse always been like, masc presenting?" I asked Lisha and Fiorenza in particular. 

Fiorenza just shook her head as shed bit at the skin around her nails. 

"You had a femme era?" Amy asked Fiorenza. 

"Yeah." Fiorenza simply answered. 

"What?!" I asked with Meg, as I sat up now. 

"I wish we could have photos." Amy told us all with a smile, as all of our eyes were on Fiorenza. 

"I know. I want to to see this so bad!" I told the girls with a smile. 

"Well, you can dress me up!" Fiorenza told us all with a sly smile. And I was almost screaming at this chance. "Give me that corset or bra!" 

"We have so many outfits!" Meg told her with a smile, as all of us were ready to run. 

"I kind of, I can kind of see it though." Amy told her with a nod as I tried to envision Fiorenza with longer hair. 

"I can imagine that." Priya told us all. 

"I'm a girly at heart." Fiorenza just told us with as smile. "I'm just like....." Fiorenza shook her non existent tits about. 

~~

"Demi you're in the hot seat." Georgia told the girl in the middle of the little group we were forming right here, with Demi and Naee. "Fiorenza, tell me." 

"Oh yes, I love it." I told the girls with a smile, as I was leaning back onto Georgia's chest with a smile. 

"Is it a yes? Is it a no? Is it a possible?" Georgia asked all of the options for the girl. 

"I'm...... I'm stressed." Demi told us all as she messed with her braids. 

"Okay, talk to us about that stress." Georgia asked of the girl, as Naee leaned for ward to look at the girl. 

"This is a no judgement zone." I told the girls with a smile, holding my hand out for her. 

"Okay, cool." Demi told us all with a giddy smile on her face as we waited to hear from her. "Okay, Fiorenza's really hot. And like beautiful." 

"Yeah." I told her like it was obvious. 

"Oi." Georgia told me as she poked me in the neck and I just slapped her hand away with a smile. 

"I don't want to fumble it with her cos I'm being awkward." Demi revealed to us three. "And I don't know how to flirt with girls. You know what I mean?" 

"Yeah. Sometimes you need to, like, read the room, like." I advised Demi with a smile. 

"Yeah read the room." Georgia agreed with me. 

"Cos I feel like......" Georgia started for me. 

"She's quite sensitive." I finished for the girl. 

  "No, like, I appreciate the banter, and if El did that to me, I'd be laughing and joking with her about it from the get go, but I don't think Fiorenza is the type for that." Georgia advised the girl, as we all saw it. And that mid comment probably did get to Fiorenza. 

"Turn it down a little bit." Demi told us with a smile as she nodded. 

~~

Once Demi had gone to chat with Fiorenza, we were joined by Priya as we sat in our two couples. 

"What is the gayest thing you've ever done?" Priya asked us. 

Mine was one word. Barcelona. Like seriously is the water there tainted with something, I swear half the girls I know, and more are at least bisexual if not lesbian. Like seriously there's something in the water over there. 

"What is the gayest thing I've ever done?" Georgia repeated the question to herself. 

"Oh my God!" I told myself as I didn't know what actual answer to give right now. 

"I feel like, you know what the gayest thing you've ever done is!" Georgia accused Priya as we pointed fingers right now. 

We all spoke over each other as we egged the gal to spill the tea. 

"I was engaged to someone in the military in the US, and I'd never met then, and it was after two months." Once Priya spilled this I was gagged, and screaming. 

"That's so gay!" Georgia just shouted half in my head. 

"I was not expecting that." I just said. 

"That's so Gay!" Georgia told us with a laugh. 

"There ya go! Bring me the questions." Priya told us all as we were still laughing. 

"There are so many questions!" Georgia just told the girl. "That's a real peak behind the curtain." 

"Stupid old me was like 'okay, yeah, cool, let's do this'." Priya told us and I just shook my head at her words. "I was really into it at the time." 

"Two months, do you move fast?" Naee asked her match as this was a big moment for them now. 

"We need a bit of context. How old were you?" Georgia asked the important questions. 

And Priya was just silent as I screamed. "This year! Bitch!" 

"This was this yesterday." Georgia made the joke as Priya looked away from us. 

Once Priya and Naee had left us in the little couched area alone, I just stayed sat with Georgia, my legs over her lap. Her hands all over my thighs. My head on her shoulder, knowing she could feel my breath on her collarbone. 

Before I looked up, and we locked eyes for a good few seconds, before we both burst out into laughter. 

"Oh God, stop!" Georgia told me as she pushed my head away from hers.

"What? I didn't do anything." I told her with a laugh in my words.

"You looking at me." Georgia told me as she covered my eyes with her hands.

"So what, I'm not allowed to look at gorgeous girls anymore?" I asked her with a teasing smile. Taking her hands in mine as I pulled them away from me, as I held them both in mine, before she brought them around my ribs bringing me as close to her as I could get in this moment.

"No." She told me.

"Oh no!" I told her sarcastically with a look.

"I wish I wasn't so like awkward and shy." I told Georgia with a smile.

"I really don't think you're shy after tonight." Georgia told me with a laugh. "You're so not awkward and shy. No not at all."

"Like you're just softly spoken when you're not dancing with someone, or having Meg hump you." Georgia told me, with slight jealous in her words as she spoke about mine and Meg's 'dance', if you could even call it that, as she started messing with the rings on my hands.

"I think you're very sweet, and very pretty, even if I'm not allowed to look at you." I told her with a smile.

"I would err.... I would say I'd like to kiss you but I don't want to make you uncomfortable." I told Georgia with a smile as I bit my lip.

"No, you can kiss me." Georgia told me with a smile, as she brought herself up to my face, as she looked me in the eyes leaning in slightly.

And I laced one hand in her hair as she did the same with a hand on my cheek as we kissed.

And honestly it was a 12. It kind of felt like butterflies were trying to launch their way out of my stomach as I kissed her.

Before we pulled apart. "I really like you." I told her. "Even if I've only known you one day." 

"I really like you." She told me with a smile, pecking my lips, but still keeping very close. Like I could pull her in for another kiss if I wanted to. 

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If I’m There : Chapter Four

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Okay! If this is your first time seeing this we’re working on a friends to lover to strangers to friends to ??? Developing the budding relationship between Noah and my OFC Natalie - ah young love - but of course to be young and in love is usually to be kinda stupid. This story will soonish take us 10 years into the future and our two love birds with meet again but secrets have been kept and feelings buried away..will true love prevail?? (yeah probably but it’s gonna hurt like Hell first)

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Noah and I spend the weekend listening to music and watching movies. He convinces me to watch a few episodes of Narato, which I won't say I hated, maybe I'll give it another chance if it means that much to him.

Saturday afternoon my mom called and told me she took Kyle to the psychiatrist and they're going to consider medication after a few more meetings and he's promised he will go to weekly therapy. I told my mom I was glad she took him to get checked out but that I was nervous about being alone with him in the house. She assured me that wouldn't happen, she took herself off the night shift rotation and will now only work while we're in school until the dust settles. I told her I would think about it more and call her back later.

I told Noah about the conversation with my mom and he invited me to stay until at least Monday so I had some time away from Kyle. I text my mom that I'll be back Monday after school because I still need more time.

Later when we're watching some random YouTube video Noah turned on while cuddling on the couch, Noah's arm is draped across my shoulder. My hands are wrapped around his waist and my head is resting against his chest. One thing leads to another and then our lips are drifting towards another. What starts as soft pecks changes as I feel his tongue seeking entrance into my mouth, time slows and I allow him to take as much control. Moving his hands up to tangle into my hair as the kiss intensified, I gasped as he kissed down my cheek and onto my neck. He’s pressing soft, delicate kisses over the bruised skin. It feels so good I don’t even know how to stop myself from quietly moaning his name “Noah”

He moves quickly grabbing my waist and twisting us so my back is on the couch with my legs on either side of his hips. Noah is moving back in with feverish kisses and I feel his hips move to push against my own and I’m trying to keep up, my mind is running and my body is heating up rapidly. “Wait” I gasp out in between breaths “Hold on, Noah stop” and with that, he freezes and stops immediately. “Are you okay? Is your neck hurting?” His voice is full of concern.

“My neck is okay, I’m just a little overwhelmed. This is moving a little faster than I - I’m just- Noah. I’m a virgin”

And in my head, all I can think is that this is when it all ends, he’s not going to want to deal with my melodramatic virgin bullshit. I mean dealing with my asshole brother is one thing, but a crybaby virgin. No way.

“I get it. I totally understand” he’s sitting back so I can push myself back, sitting up against the back of the couch with my knees to my chest, feeling embarrassed and so fucking lame.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for Natty, I’m sorry if I was too forward. I just kind of lose my mind around you” Noah moves to place his hand on my knee. “Natty, look at me baby” I raise my eyes to meet his and they look genuine “We can move at whatever pace you’re comfortable with, sex isn’t what I'm after here” My cheeks must be cherry fucking red.

“Really? It doesn’t bother you?” I ask.

“Bother me? Why would it bother me?” He looks at me confused.

“I just figure most guys don’t want to deal with the emotions and stuff with all that, ya know losing the v card and all” He laughs at that. “I really like you Noah, and I’d like to, eventually, but I’m just not ready”

He rubs his hand over my head moving the hair that fell in front of my face and kisses my forehead. “I really like you too, and I don’t mind waiting until you’re ready. I don’t. I just want to be around you, however you’ll have me”

My heart will likely burst out of my chest.

“I want to be around you too and I don’t mind the kissing, I definitely enjoy that” With that he moves to softly kiss my lips “Okay, kissing? Check.” We smile and laugh softly.

“Do you want to watch another movie? What about Howls Moving Castle? It’s-“ I interrupt him before he finishes his thought.

“Studio Ghibli, of course I know! I love that movie, let’s watch”

We watch the movies cuddling on the couch for the rest of the day, Noah orders a pizza for dinner and we fall asleep on the couch. It must be the middle of the night. I feel myself moving but I’m not sure how, I open my eyes and see a sleepy Noah cradling me in his arms and walking toward his room. “Fell asleep on the couch” he grumbles out sleepily “It’ll totally fuck up by back sleeping there all night”

He places me in his bed and climbs in behind me, covering us with the blanket, and wraps me tight against his chest. A few seconds later he’s back out like a light, I smile to myself and follow to sleep soon after.

Sunday is a blur of homework and Noah writing songs. Nick comes over for a few hours and they work on some stuff together while I finish up my history paper. My hair is in a messy bun and I have my glasses in since my contacts dried out and I forgot to bring my solution. Noah said he would buy some to keep here if I wanted to stay over again another time. He is perfection. I’m working on finishing touches of my paper when I hear a shutter and look up to see Noah taking a picture of me from the other side of the room “Oh my god Noah nooo” I hold my hand in front of my face like a celebrity hiding from the paparazzi “no pictures please” he laughs and moves to crouch next to me and squish our faces together and flipping the camera to take a selfie “okay, say cheese natty”

“Cheese!” I say and he snaps a few in quick succession.

“I’ll send you these right now. Screensaver material for sure,” he says.

He sends me the photos and I chose one to make as my screensaver.

Ending the night in bed, wrapped in Noah’s arms I fall asleep thinking despite the reason I ended up here, this has been one of the best weekends of my life.

Monday comes and as Noah is walking me to my first period AP history class he stops abruptly, I shift my eyes to see what he’s staring at and it’s Kyle. He’s standing in front of my class. Noah’s breathing quickens and he stalks towards my brother with a palpable anger “you shouldn’t be here right now Kyle” he seethes and places himself in between the two of us. “Walk away” Noah warns.

“I’m only here to try and apologize to my sister, this really isn’t any of your business Sebastian” Kyle retorted back with a snide tone.

“If it has to do with my girlfriend, it’s my business asshole” Noah steps closer to Kyle, his height towering over my brother's 5”10’ frame.

“Really sis? This guy? You’re actually together? After everything I told you”

Before Noah can respond I pipe up “Yes Kyle, really. Noah’s my boyfriend. Like it or not, I don’t give a shit. You have no right to question the choices I make, you have no right to come to me after everything YOUVE done and act like you can tell me what to do. Right now, you need to walk away and leave me alone for the rest of the day. We can talk with mom, after school” I worked to keep my voice down but I know we got a few stares during our exchange. Kyle stares daggers between Noah and I “I don’t like it” he grumbles

“I don’t care” I tell him again. “Hate it all you want, it’s not changing the fact we’re together, so get over it or ignore it Kyle. Now please just let me got to class and leave me alone”

“Fine” Kyle stalks away, stomping dramatically down the hallway and I roll my eyes at his stupid antics.

“I cannot wait until I am done with school and farrr away from him” I say to Noah who’s breathing has evened now that Kyle has left.

“Yes, the sooner we can get you out of that house, the better.” I smile at his unconscious declaration. “We huh? I like the sound of that”

His cheeks are a soft pink “Yeah. We.” He gives me a quick kiss and hug before leaving him to head into my class. “I’ll see you at lunch all right? And text me if Kyle shows up again okay?”

I mock salute “will do. See you later”

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, Kyle took my words seriously and stayed away from me for the rest of the day. When I get home I enter through the front door and hear quiet chatter in the living room as I approach. I hear a voice I haven’t heard in years.

My eyes are wide and my jaw opens when I round the corner and see my father sitting next to my mom on the couch with Kyle across on the recliner.

He turns to me and a smile breaks across his face “Hey Jelly Bean, I missed you baby”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Next chapter here!

Lemme say that in the lore I’m creating Noah is already 18 (imma have to go back and fix an earlier part..did I mention this is my first fanfic…)because he was held back in a younger grade and Natalie is 17 almost 18. I’m not writing any smut until their both 18 because it feels weird plus she’s waiting for it to be special ❤️

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Drunk Drabbles 62: "If you can't sleep... we could have sex?" So, I really wasn't happy with my previous answer to this ask. I decided to work on it and I now have the improved version! Gonna delete the old one, but there are a few people who reblogged it anyway so it is still out there on the vast planes of Tumblr if anyone wants it. Thank you for the prompt @youre-ackermine!

Up All Night Characters: Levi x Hange Word Count: 974 words Modern AU (NSFW - still based on that Friends episode)

Gritting his teeth, Levi clicked on his bedside lamp and shifted around to glare at Hange. He had already endured the commotion of her pummelling her pillow into a more comfortable shape. His significant annoyance had then proceeded to toss and turn so violently that it had sent the entire bed frame creaking with her. It was all to no avail, for Hange threw herself onto her back in exasperation.

“Sor-ry Levi!” she yawned, stretching her arms over her head. It had been on the tip of Levi’s tongue to tell her just how sorry she was going to be if she kept him awake for much longer, before he hesitated. 

“Look Four Eyes, if you can’t sleep, we could always…”

He trailed off, his expression serious despite a steely glint in his eye. Hange studied his face as though sifting through vast, hidden depths of meaning. Confident in her findings, her features brightened. Then, as Levi held her gaze, Hange’s smile faltered.

“Wait… you’re not talking about cleaning the kitchen are you?”

“I meant sex, you idiot.”

“Ah… in that case, I think your pillow talk might need some work, Levi.” Hange rolled onto her stomach, resting her folded arms upon his bare chest. She lay against him, her chin nestled in the crook of her elbow. 

“You mean… it’s not working on you right now?” he whispered, trailing his fingers through her hair.

Hange’s eyes were fixed upon his own. 

“I didn’t say that…” She lifted her head and pressed her lips against his. Levi gathered the loose strands away from her face, tucking her hair behind her ear. He stroked her jawline; his open mouth against hers. Hange withdrew before moving in again to kiss the warmth of his neck, his chest, his tensed abdomen. As she neared the crest of his hip bone, Levi’s breath came in shallow gasps. He stifled a moan as she took his cock in her hand and slowly ran her tongue up from base to tip.

“Fuck…”

Her wet, parted lips traced the tip and Levi let out his breath in a low hiss. He was forced to bite back a few more obscene words as she closed her mouth around him. Levi’s head sank backwards, his fingers clenching Hange’s shoulder. His hips bucked forward, seeking pressure from the tightness of her lips. Instead, Hange raised her head to smile at him.

“Okay, okay! I won’t keep you waiting…”  

She brought herself up into sitting position, thighs straddling Levi’s waist. Hange reached down to grasp and guide him to her. Levi was clutching her leg tight enough to leave the print marks of impatient fingertips upon her skin. He gave a slow, deep thrust into her and Hange uttered a sharp gasp at the intrusion. She clenched her knees into his sides, then leaned down to take Levi’s face in her hands. Her hair fell over his face, tickling his forehead and chin as their noses touched. Levi felt Hange’s breath lifting the heat from his cheeks. He, too, stroked her soft skin, marvelling at her dark eyes and curved nose. Levi regarded her in silent disbelief, his eyes mapping down each beautiful feature until they came to settle upon her lips. 

“Maybe it’s not so bad that we can’t sleep…” Hange whispered.

She kissed him deeply and Levi moved beneath her. With a sigh of pleasure Hange sat up, one hand gripping his arm. She pushed down on him, relishing the delicious ache of him inside her. Then she began to rock against him rhythmically, heat flooding her neck and chest. 

“Ah… this feels so… hah… huh?” Hange lowered her head and swept her tangled hair out of her face. Levi’s hand had fallen from her leg.

“Levi?”

Her partner’s eyes were closed; his mouth slightly open. Unlike her own ragged breathing, Levi’s chest was rising and falling quite steadily.

Hange touched Levi’s face again. He made a mild sound of recognition, then exhaled. Incredulous, Hange prised herself off of him and lifted his half-hard cock. Although she was tempted with a far more inventive means of waking Levi, Hange instead gave his shoulder a shake. Finally, she clicked on her bedside lamp. 

“What just happened?” Hange demanded. Her hair was wild; her forehead glistened with beads of sweat and her skin was stained in patches of colour. Levi gazed at her through half-closed lids.

“...had sex, then we fell asleep…” 

“No.” Hange was still struggling to slow her breathing. “No, we were in the middle of sex and you fell asleep.”

“Ha…” His voice was thick with drowsiness. “I’m sure we both finished. You were great.” With that, he reached to click off the lamp, then rolled over onto his side. Furious, Hange snapped on the light.

“So fucking bright…” 

“Look, I was giving you some of my best moves and you missed it!” Hange snarled, “so now we’re gonna finish what we started!”

She waited, the little patience she still had dwindling rapidly, whilst Levi groaned into his pillow. Muttering to himself, he turned onto his back.

“Okay… do what you want to me.” Levi lay still, eyes closed. “Just don’t wake me.” 

Hange gaped in silent outrage. The mattress springs creaked in protest as she sprang off the bed to seize her clothes from the floor.

“Fine!” 

She hopped about in an attempt to get her leg into her shorts. “Fine!” she repeated, yanking her baggy t-shirt over her head. “I’m going to make you some tea to wake you up!”

She turned to march from the room. Then, stopping at the doorway, Hange called back over her shoulder.

“And I probably won’t spill tea leaves all over the floor!”

Levi battled with the covers to sit upright.

“Hang on Four Eyes, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up!”

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