#I don't think that's what shuffle means buddy

[mortalfortaxpurposes]

me: hi spotify can you please shuffle this 144 song playlist I made of fall out boy's whole discography?

spotify: sure. I will now play the entirety of make america psycho again

[sttm99]

Part 1

Stupidly, Bakugo wanted to think that after fucking you in the beach, you'd be nicer towards him.

He thought wrong.

As he walked past you in the dining area later that evening for dinner, you didn't even glance at him once. You were engrossed in a conversation with the people you were sat with, and he angrily made his way over to where Kirishima was.

"Hey. Dude, you okay?" The redhead asked as Bakugo sat down, slamming his tray on the table, a scowl on his face as he picked at his food.

"Fucking great." He mumbled in response.

He was not fucking great. He was irritated, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, hurt. It wasn't that he was in love with you or anything, but Bakugo didn't just fuck anyone.

You were beautiful, and he liked that. You were funny, and you were bold and teasing, and you'd managed to get him to swim naked in below 8 degrees weather. And he couldn't help how he felt when you'd looked up at him in that water, how your eyes seemed to bore into his with an intensity rivalling his explosions.

He fucked you because he was overcome with the desire to have you, to get closer to you than anyone else could. And now? Now it felt like whilst that moment had been everything to him, it was nothing to you.

He was pissed to say the least, angrily shuffling to the back of the bus, ignoring Kirishima and Kaminari calling out for him. He sat next to the window in one of the last rows, turning to keep his attention on the view outside.

"This seat's free, right?"

He paused, turning to look at you as you sat next to him, putting your backpack under the seat before you.

"The fuck are you doing?" He grumbled harshly at you.

You faced him with a raised brow. "And I thought I was rude."

He scoffed. "It wasn't rude when you completely ignored me after last night?"

You huffed. "I wasn't trying to ignore you at least."

"Really? Because you acting like I didn't exist, isn't you ignoring me?" He soat out, keeping his voice low so the other in front of and behind him wouldn't hear him practically whining.

"Sassy much? What is this? Is this how you are?" You huffed, folding your arms over your chest, your voice soft as you spoke. "And sorry if I was a bit too awkward to talk to the guy who fucked me just minutes after meeting me. I don't know if you think I do that shit alot, but I can't be all buddy buddy with you an hour after you had your dick in me."

He paused as you spoke, his expression softening and his anger dissipating as he watched you fold into yourself, becoming much less feisty, much less bold, red tinging the tips of your ears.

He sighed, leaning back in his seat.

"So... you're good now, or what?" He asks after a few moments.

You shrug, turning to look at him. "We good now?" You repeat to him. "Gonna go back to not knowing each other?"

He scoffs, like you'd just said something stupid. "Fuck no. D'you know how long I've wanted you for?"

You smile to yourself as the bus starts moving. "I'm flattered."

Bakugo spends the rest of the ride playing with your fingers on his thigh, asking about your favourite food, and your hobbies, and why your resting bitch face is so mean, all the while, adamantly avoiding making eye contact with any of his friends.

[ozzgin]

“Do you mean it in the sense that Reader goes through monster boyfriends and is quick to dump them for the next catch”

Yep. Just a vile reader who’s breaking hearts left and right. I think you’ll write it beautifully if you channel your evil side like when you play the sims! ☺️

-👘

Yandere! Monsters x Heartbreaker! Reader

You've always been a free spirit, unable to settle on a single partner. Even after being abruptly transported into a different dimension where you are the only human surrounded by monsters, this habit of yours has persisted. Except monsters, as you will see, are harder to discard than humans. They aren't as willing to accept rejection.

Content: female reader, reader is a player, monster smut

Ah, how troublesome. He won't stop calling. You lazily pick up the phone and look for the options to block the number, clicking your tongue in irritation. You'd specifically told him you're not interested in anything serious. "Who's calling?" The man shuffles under the sheets, still half-asleep. "No one." You respond curtly, glaring at the intruder. "It's morning already, by the way. When are you leaving?"

You slam the door shut before the overnight guest can bring up the classic "Will I see you again", and exhale theatrically in relief. Finally alone again. You look up and shake your fist menacingly, as if whichever entity governing this world is responsible for your bad luck. You've always been utterly indifferent towards committed relationships, and yet most fuck buddies end up head over heels for you, dragging themselves at your feet like pitiful beggars. Pathetic and a pain in the ass to deal with.

Well, someone must be up there, because your situation feels too much like a sassy answer to your complaint. You've just rushed out of your apartment a moment ago and last time you checked, the concierge office wasn't on a rocky hill covered in deep cracks erupting with lava, stretching out into the seemingly unending horizon. Where the hell are you? You turn on your heels, reaching for the door, only to find out - who would've expected? - that it's gone. Great. Your immediate explanation is that the guy you've mistakenly brought home last night must've slipped something in your drinks. All this for a sloppy, clumsy eating out.

The worry of being drugged vanishes quickly once the first creatures of the realm appear. Hard to believe anything on the market could cause such detailed hallucinations that can sniff and touch you: Some alligator-looking minions with eyes popping out of their backs slid out of a nearby crevice to investigate the newcomer. Ironically enough, they seem to be the ones shocked by your appearance. Once they've hesitantly assessed your presence, they scurry aside to discuss their findings. "What could it be?" You hear one mumble, completely baffled. For whatever reason you can understand their language, so you decide to speed up their detective work. "Ever heard of human?" You shout, with a hint of sarcasm in your voice. The beasts gasp in unison. "Nonsense! Straight out of a children's tale!"

Eventually, after a lot of confusion and pointed fingers, you manage to figure out your predicament. You've somehow landed in a world of monsters, where humans are more of a fictional, mythical existence. Thankfully they don't seem to consider your potential as food, though you're not sure if the sudden, massive ambush of creatures is any better. The alligator-like quadrupeds brought you to the nearest settlement and had to form a barrier to stop the curious beasts from almost trampling you in their frenzy to see "the human". You've garnered ridiculous amounts of attention, yet such reaction is to be expected; how often would an earthling wander into their world? It could very well be a lifetime singularity for many.

As the days pass and you become more accustomed to your fate, you begin to feel that familiar calling. It doesn't look like you'll be going home anytime soon and a lady has her needs. Additionally, whatever popularity you had back in the human world is a minuscule fraction of what you're currently experiencing here. In the eyes of the monsters, you're an exotic treat that cannot be refused. It shouldn't be too hard to find yourself a partner, or two. Or three. Who keeps count nowadays?

You remember stumbling upon a postcard print of "The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife" at some museum shop. You immediately picked up the thick cardboard, eyeing the artwork in amusement. A woman enveloped in the limbs of two octopuses and very obviously enjoying herself. Who even came up with the pairing, you wondered at the time. Whatever the artist was thinking, you can certainly see his point now. The first one to receive your indecent proposal was an eldritch creature of sorts, something straight out of Lovecraft's lucid dreams. Dark, long tendrils sprawling out of an amorphous core - which you assume is its head based on the bulging, glistening orbs hungrily staring at you. Your whole body is throbbing under the tight hold of the slippery tentacles, wrapping around you in masterful intricacy. You could see the result featured in a bondage magazine, though you don't...can't ponder much on it given the fact you're, well, stuffed with monstrous appendages. You doubt any genital variation back home could compare. The monster is even polite enough to occasionally wipe away the continuous stream of drool spilling out of your whining mouth. Towards the end you barely have a voice anymore, throat sore from the loud moans and merciless constriction. Your muscles contract all at once, overwhelmed by the sensations. Whatever sensitive areas you might have are presently aching under the needy fondling of the creature.

Mind-blowing. The memory is enough to have you wet and squirming with desire. Even more so when you consider the other varieties of monsters ready to fuck you senseless. Soon enough you're surveying the neighborhood for the ideal suitors and thankfully you don't have to worry about making wrong choices, as there's always a next target. Thus the following weeks fill you with a particular kind of nostalgia (among other things and fluids), reminding you of the bed-hopping in the human realm. From werewolves drowning out your whimpers with their desperate howling, to hooved legs of hybrids violently thrusting into you until you're a dripping mess. "Look at me" is what one of the beasts demanded in a low growl, turning you on with its ragged voice and clawed hand encircling your frail neck. Although you had to ask it where exactly to look, given it was covered entirely in eyes.

You yawn and stare at the ceiling, reminiscing about the depraved fuckfest you're currently recovering from. You might've overdone it with the last one. Alas, you came enough times to make up for it. Just as you turn around to readjust the ice pack, you hear a loud thud coming from the entrance. You (carefully) sit up and rub your eyes, trying to focus on the shadow figure approaching your bed. It's one of the lizard monsters, swiftly slithering across the wall and landing over you with an angered expression. "Where the fuck is that dog?" it inquires with a hiss. "What? Who're you talking about?" you mumble, wildly confused. "The one that dared to touch you."

Oh, not this crap again. You almost roll your eyes. "You never said anything about us being together." Is your annoyed reply. "What? I thought it'd be obvious you belong to me!" You're about to question the strange logic, but your couple's quarrel is interrupted by the sound of shattered glass. The many-eyed monster crawls its way in with fluid, uncanny movements, releasing a deafening screech once it notices the lizard in your bed. "Off! Get off my human now!" is what it finally manages to verbalize in its fury. Okay, it seems to be the common belief. To clear off any shred of doubt remaining, the ceiling gives in and crumbles like putty under the weight of an enormous tentacle. You scream and cover your face from the bits of rubble flying everywhere, but you're quickly sheltered by another thick appendage looping itself around you, against the wrathful protests of the lizard. You did not anticipate the eldritch creature could expand to this gargantuan size.

For the first time since arriving here, you feel homesick. At least back home you could get rid of your annoying admirers with the slide of a button. Is there a larger scale alternative for cosmic blasphemies? You shake your fist (up? down? you can't tell in the darkness of the tentacle shield) towards the entity once more. Damn it, you've learned your lesson. Several steps must’ve been skipped before reaching a pack of angry, possessive monsters fighting over your ownership.

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Cuddle Buddies

Everyone loves a cuddle buddy. Just don't catch feelings.

Jason / Reader

1k

Your phone beeps as the alarm on your door is silenced, half waking you from your sleep. But not going off so it doesn’t worry you. There are a few people who have the code and most of them show up in the middle of the night.

“Sorry I’m late. We got caught up”  Jason's voice calls from the front door as it shuts behind him. “Where are you?”

“Bed.” You whisper, snuggling yourself further into bed. Their mission took longer than anticipated and then it got dark, then it was midnight so you decided to just go to bed. It was not a guarantee he would even stop by when he returned, sometimes he just stayed over at the manor to catch up on sleep.

“Dude? You still alive in here?” His boots echo off the hardwoods as he walks through the house, “sorry we took so long.” the hinges on your bedroom door creak as it slips open and the thud of his leather jacket hits the floor. “There you are.” His boots click as the buckles come apart, “mind if I nap with you?”

“Hmmph.” you sigh, flicking the other side of the sheet over welcoming him in. The sleepy fog of your brain clouding your excitement that he’s here. A literal confirmation of life. When he’s not here you obviously worry, his job is dangerous. You can’t help but toss and turn as your brain tries to tell you all the worst case scenarios. The last time he was gone for a month you ended up waking up crying from the fucking nightmares that tried to convince you of the same. 

Peaking over the blanket you can see him, full intact. His eyes look a little heavy, but that's probably just normal mission weariness. Trying to be sneaky you keep looking as he lifts his shirt over his head and you get an eyeful of his huge tits and those tree trunks he insists are actually arms. They look so solid as he stretches his arms out, slipping out of his jeans, even though they are the comfiest pillows you have been able to find.

“Thanks. It's been a day.” he smiles at you, giving you a shy smile as he catches you watching him.

“Cold get in.” You complain sarcastically  while Jason strips down to his boxers.

“Bossy,” he yawns and the bed dips to the left as he slides in next to you, “can I snuggle in?”

“Mmm,” you mumble, shuffling yourself back until you reach his naked chest.

“Really needed this today,” he sighs, his muscles relaxing as his arm winds around your middle, slipping under your shirt as resting on your tummy, “need some contact” his nose nuzzles into your neck, sending goosebumps down your spine and making you shiver. The smell of your soap slips into his nose and he takes in another breath of it. This feels right, he thinks. The way your curves press into him so gently, how his big arms wrap around you so perfectly and the tiny contented sighs you keep letting out everytime he brings you closer.

“Thanks for showering.”you joke, unsure why he is sniffing your hair or how he can even smell it over the strong scent of his body wash. The musky, sandalwood envelops you, his huge arms warming you up from the outside in and jostling your head as his hand slips under your pillow.

“Keeps the mould away.” he jokes, his soft laughter ghosting down your throat and you shiver again.

“Stop squirming,” his hand holds you still, “trying to sleep.”

“Ya, more sleepies.” you sigh, adjusting yourself one last time.

“I sleep better like this.” his arm tightens around you, his leg slips between yours so he's all tangled up in you.

You drift off into sleep, the warmth of Jason's body filling you up and you feel so safe and cosy.

A horrible buzzing fills your ears and you groan. “Fuck, who in the-” yo stretch reaching For your phone.

BABYGIRL. 

The caller Id reads and you groan again, answering the call..

“Are you dying?” Your voice groggy from sleep as Jason stirs behind you.

“You asleep?” Tim stammers, “didn't mean to wake you, just wanted to check in for movie night.”

“What day is it?” You ask, unsure how long you slept or if you even want to get up from this snuggly little slice of heaven you're in.

“Friday, we got back last night. Wanna do tonight?”

“Hang up,” Jason murmurs, tugging you down and back into his arms, “need more charging.”

“Saturday?” you suggest, hoping that Tim didn't hear his brother.

“Cool, I'll bring snacks. You pick the movie.”

“Night, baby girl.”

“It's 4pm don't you-” he's cut off as you hang up and curl back into Jason's arms. The one under your pillow snakes around to fully embrace you and his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Babygirl?” He asks, chuckling lightly into your ear.

“Yeah. Don't you think?” You mumble, before turning over to rest your head on his chest, “he's so cute, but he's got that sour ass expression on his face most of the time.”

“And that makes him-”

“Babygirl.”

“Bet he loves that.”

“He doesn't.” You laugh and Jason's arm tightens around you. Staring up at him you notice the sleep still lingering in his eyes. Those pretty grey eyes and lashes that any girl would kill for, totally unfair fanning along his soft cheeks. You blink unsure why he’s looking at you like that or if you just look a mess from sleeping so long

“Wanna go back to sleep?” he asks, his eyes trying very hard to focus. You’re staring right into him and he doesn’t know if it's a bad thing or if this is the look Dick was talking about. He watches your eyes move to his cheeks and down to his lips “or we could eat? Or whatever.” your tongue darts out, wiping the dryness off your lips from those tiny adorable snores you do when you're at peace. He leans forward, unsure why exactly he is moving until you start talking again.

Jason hums in agreement, his lips coming down to press a kiss into your forehead, “I only ever sleep this well with you.”

“More sleep.” you interrupt whatever is happening here, the sudden uncertainty freaking you out,

“I haven’t slept this well the whole time you’ve been gone.”

“Then later bacon. I brought some to make breakfast when you got home, but-” you yawn, shifting so your cheek is resting on his shoulder.

“I was late.”

[whore-era]

1-800-GIRLS

☁︎ modern!ellie x sex-hotline-operator!reader, very small mention of dealer!ellie ☁︎ summary: where ellie dials the wrong number and meets you instead. ☁︎ warnings: contains smut! 18+ only. top/dom!ellie, bottom/sub!reader, mentions spitplay/breathplay/overstimulation, mentions sexual interactions with men, dirty talking, guided masturbation (r!recieving), use of fem nicknames (babygirl, sweet girl, pretty girl, pup, puppy) let me know if i missed anything else pls. ☁︎ a/n: i feel like this kinda sucked bc towards the end i kinda rushed it, but i couldn't shake this idea n knew i had to write it. hope u like it bbs<3 also thank u to my bestie @elskittie for helping me figure some things out w this fic ☁︎ word count: 4,463 ☁︎ 1-800-GIRLS part 2

phone call style story — reader is in italics, ellie is in bold.

monday, 12:45am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, hot stuff?

uhh.. i just wanted to order a pepperoni pizza..

oh yeah? you want something hot and ready? i have something hot and ready for you.

ummm..

you hear some shuffling in the background, "jess! i think you gave me the wrong number!" the person comes back on the line again.

this isn't papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

....do you want me to roleplay as papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

woah woah woah! roleplay?? who the fuck am i on the phone with?

this is sugar from 1-800-GIRLS.....a sex hotline...for you know? phone sex.

PHONE SEX?? you hear the girl's voice yell in the background, "jesse! you ass! you gave me the number to a phone sex hotline!"

"does she sound hot?"

"well yeah, but—"

hey, you do know it's $1 a minute right? you've been on the line for almost 5 minutes, babe.

HUHH?? hell no..ok thanks sugar bear, or whatever. bye!

the line clicks off, and you shrug. sitting back in your bed to continue watching your favorite netflix show. you feel your work phone vibrate again, the name flashing 'bobby', a regular who frequents the hotline.

sighing and picking up your phone and holding it to your ear, you take a bite from your sandwich as you answer your 15th call this evening, "thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, big boy?"

tuesday, 2:12am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you tonight, cutie?

hey....sugar.. i just- er- wanted to apologize for yesterday. my buddy got your number confused with a pizza place we really wanted to try. didn't mean to sound rude last night.

it's no issue, babe. don't sweat about it.

.......

.......

soooo.... is that the only reason why you called?

ellie didn't want to admit that she was attracted to 'sugar's' voice and that she'd been thinking about it all day during class. but also, ellie was high as a fucking kite, which gave her the courage to even dial the number again anyways.

i— uh— well— how does this whole thing work?

what thing? the hotline?

yeah..

well, you call me, we have phone sex or talk or whatever, and then you hang up. again, it's a dollar a minute.

okay, okay, i get it. so we can just talk? about anything?

yeah, if you want to.

sick.

ellie takes another drag from her joint, before speaking again.

so, do you like doing this? being an operator or whatever?

you let out a laugh, which ellie caught.

specify what you mean by 'like'?

i mean— this is your job. do you enjoy doing it?

ehh...i guess.

c'mon. you can be honest with me.

well, being a sex hotline operator has it's downsides. obviously helping old men jack off gets a little weird sometimes — they have some unusual fetishes.

oh yeah? what's been the weirdest one so far?

uhhh..i have this one regular who has me pretend i'm a ghost. apparently, having sex with ghosts is a real turn on for him.

what the fuck. seriously?

mhm, it's true.

shit, dude....i don't think i could ever do what you do. i dunno how you can do it.

well when you have college tuition and rent to worry about, the downsides don't seem all that bad.

holy shit, you're in college? how old are you anyways?

19.

that's crazy. we're around the same age. i figured you were a bit older.

how 'bout you? how old are you?

21.

not bad not bad. you're way different from the clients i usually get.

yeah? how?

considering my usual clients are 40 to 60 year old men who are married with kids and have secret fetishes, i'd say you're out of my ballpark.

ellie laughs.

how do you know i'm not secretly an old, 57 year old man who's married to my wife janet with three kids? and i have a balloon fetish?

you let out a giggle, adjusting your sleep shorts as you lay back down on your bed, completely invested in your conversation with this girl.

well, how can i appease your balloon fantasies?

i'm just fuckin' with ya. definitely not a man and i have the more normal kinks and fetishes.

is that so? what are the 'normal' kinks and fetishes?

uhhhh....well i'm into bondage, i love tying girls up..i dunno, just seeing them open and vulnerable does something to me. i'm into breathplay, spitplay, overstimulation, and i'm definitely a dominant so—

all you could do was gape as the girl went on her tangent, listing off every kink she could think of. you gulped, suddenly getting a bit nervous from this topic of conversation. you were experienced in the field of phone sex, but actual sex was a totally different world you had no practice in.

so, how 'bout you sugar?

...uhhh....i'm a virgin actually.

the other girl went silent on the other side of the line.

what? but you work as a sex hotline operator.

oh yeah- but— hold on, i'm getting another call. i'll speak to you some other time.

you hung up and threw your work phone across your bed, laying your head down on your pillows. talking to men was so much easier for you, so why do you get all caught up when you talk to a girl?

it was nearly 3:30am, so you decided to turn in and call it a night, mentally preparing yourself for a busy day tomorrow.

wednesday, 11:45am

sitting next to professor adams, patiently waiting for the students to turn in their quizzes, you try to focus on the text of your 'philosophy 101' book.

you were grateful that professor adams gave you the opportunity to be his teacher's assistant for a little bit of extra cash, and you weren't complaining either. the tasks he gave you were easy for a mere $16 an hour. still, it wasn't enough to support all of your bills, so you couldn't drop the hotline gig.

"and time! everyone hand your quizzes in to my TA, regardless if you finished or not," professor announced. all the students shuffled towards the front, handing you their quizzes as you neatly put them in a small pile.

"ah shit— let me put the date on that," a girl, with a very familiar voice spoke. looking up, you're greeted with the most attractive girl you've seen in your life. she had brunette hair and green eyes, with a small scar on her right brow. was this..? no, it couldn't be. that would be insane.

handing you the paper, her hand brushes against yours. you look down at her quiz, seeing in messy, scribbled black ink the name ellie williams.

slinging her backpack on one arm, she heads out the door, "jesse! wait up for me!"

leaving you in a daze, you were completely speechless by the idea that one of your new, favorite clients from your nighttime job is actually a student at your university.

saturday, 1:45am → 1:14:34 ongoing call with 401-890-6798 (cranston, RI)

thanks, sugar. will be calling you again at the same time next week.

no problem, sir. goodnight. dream of me.

sure will, babygirl.

the line clicks as the older man hangs up, and you shudder a bit, feeling uncomfortable after having to roleplay as a ghost, again.

sighing heavily, you place your work phone on your desk and pick up your real phone, opening instagram and scrolling on your feed as you mindlessly snack on some gummy bears.

you double tap to like some of your friends pictures, wishing you were out at a party, drinking some lukewarm beer and dancing with your girls to the latest tiktok hits.

but instead you were cooped up in your apartment, dirty talking old men through their fantasies and bearing witness to their guttural groans and masturbation. it was a shame that friday and saturday nights were your busiest evenings.

taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you ponder for a moment, your finger hovering over the instagram search bar.

fuck it, you thought, typing 'ellie williams' and hitting search.

the username @_elliewilliams pops up, and bingo. it was the same girl from professor adams class.

luckily her profile was public, so you take your time carefully combing through her instagram account, mindful not to accidentally like her posts or anything.

ellie's feed consisted of smoking weed, eating out, and hanging with her friends, jesse and dina. there were only two selfies she had posted — one of her and an older gentleman and one mirror picture of her in a grey hoodie and a light brown canvas jacket that made her look so good.

the ringing from your work phone caught you off guard, causing you to jump in your chair and exit out of the instagram app. you take a look at the number, and speak of the devil, it was ellie herself. she was the only jackson number that ever contacted you.

saturday, 2:10am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, sugar speaking. what can i do for you, handsome?

hey, sugar. just wanted to apologize for how our last conversation went. i probably pushed a boundary or something— i'm not sure if you're supposed to talk about personal things with customers— so, i'm sorry.

you let out a soft laugh.

why is it when you call me, you're always apologizing?

'cause i'm a fuck up, that's why.

nooo, that's not true. besides, don't worry about it. your question just caught me off guard, you know? never had clients ask things about me before i guess.

ahh, gotcha. so...were you busy before i called?

you shake your head, even though she was on the phone and couldn't see you.

uh, not really. my line doesn't usually get busy until...12 midnight ish.. it slows down by like 2 am though. how about you? what are you up to this friday night?

i just got back home from a party. business was slow and it was getting boring, so i dipped.

business? what business?

ah— well—

ellie silently cursed to herself, not wanting to scare you away with her current occupation.

if i tell you what i do, promise you won't get freaked out or anything?

you're talking to a phone sex hotline operator. don't worry.

you can hear her laugh from the other end.

well, fuck it, cat's out of the bag. i deal weed on campus and shit.

ahhh. i like that. is that how you can afford the minutes you spend calling me?

yup. i can stay on the phone for hours if we wanted.

maybe you'll be my only customer.

i wouldn't complain.

speaking of customers, do you want me to save your number under a specific name or nickname or anything? since i'm assuming you're gonna be a regular?

trying to confirm if it was indeed ellie you were speaking with, you sat on the edge of your chair, anxiety building in your belly.

what nicknames do your clients usually pick?

uhhh. master, sir, king, mister, alpha— umm and daddy.

something stirred inside ellie hearing that last nickname roll off your tongue.

you could just put me down as ellie.

got it.

what do i call you? do i just keep calling you sugar?

well, you're a customer. you can call me anything you like, but, for formalities and privacy, i can only tell you my hotline nickname — sugar.

okay, okay, that makes sense. you're not really allowed to have any personal or close relationships with clients, huh?

no, not really. mostly for safety purposes.

ellie was a little disappointed to know that she wouldn't be able to get to know the girl she was talking to beyond calling on the phone. she already felt herself getting attached. your voice was alluring and enticing, and she couldn't help but want to hear it more, and possibly put a name and face to who it belonged to.

but, i could bend the rules a little if i really wanted to.

yeah? let's see about that.

saturday, 4:45 am → 2:43:03 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

oh my god! did you and your ex get caught??

you were enamored with ellie. the way she could keep a conversation going and the stories she told — you didn't wanna hang up.

no, no, no, luckily we hid behind a dumpsters before the cops could catch us. it's hilarious thinking about it now, but we were dumbass 18-year-olds back then.

you both were in fits of laughter, your belly aching and tears watering in the corners of your eye.

as you calmed down, you couldn't stop your mouth from asking a question that's been racking on your mind.

so, how long were you and your ex together?

uhhhh, about 2 years.

ohhh okay........are you seeing anyone right now?

ellie lets out a laugh, and you can hear her smile, even through the phone.

why? who's asking?

well, i was just— uhh—

i'm just fuckin' with you. nah, i'm not seein' anyone right now. single af.

okay, okay. good to know.

how 'bout you?

nope. i'm single too.

seriously?? how?

i dunno. just never found the right person i guess. also, working for this hotline has made me lose hope for relationships in general, some of these dudes call me and say all this stuff — while having a whole wife and family at home.

i think you're looking in the wrong place then. try talking to people at school or going out to parties—

can't. if i'm not doing homework or studying, i'm working and doing this. i gotta make a living somehow.

ellie couldn't help but feel bad, knowing if she could, she'd support you full time and take that weight off your shoulders.

hmm, maybe you'll meet someone who could support you and take care of your bills and stuff.

oh? where would i find that? sounds too good to be true.

maybe they're closer to you than you think.

your breath hitched in your throat, unsure of what to say next.

i— uh— i have to go. it's 5am.

oh— uh— yeah. of course. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

sunday, 11:37pm → incoming call from ellie (jackson, WY)

hey.

hey. where's your usual greeting?

you're not a usual customer, so i think we're past that now, ellie.

ellie's heart thumped in her chest hearing you say her name.

good. anyways, what are you up to tonight?

just studying for a quiz tomorrow morning. how about you?

smoking, just finished some homework.

what class was it for?

uhhh, just this calculus class.

you clamped your mouth shut, suppressing a gasp. it was for professor adams class.

....uhhh, i could never get calculus. it's so hard.

yeah? maybe one night i can tutor you.

i'd be a terrible student.

i think you'd be the perfect student. i can teach you, i got you.

you couldn't help but think there was another meaning behind her words, but you didn't want to jump to any conclusions. it would be embarrassing if you got her message all wrong.

what's your quiz on anyways?

energy transfer between cells, it's for biology.

i know a thing or two about that. here— why don't we do this, just explain to me what you know and we'll go from there.

okay, i can do that.

you and ellie spent the next two and a half hours talking about cell function and energy transfer and everything else in between, with her correcting you and adding in important things you missed.

alright, sugar, i think you're ready for this quiz tomorrow.

you think so?

i know so. you're such a smart girl.

there she goes again, praising you.

uh, th-thanks.

don't worry, okay? i know you'll do great.

a smile curls on your lips, flustered from all her support.

you should get some sleep, so you can be focused and ready for tomorrow.

m'kay. thank you, ellie, for all your help.

of course. always. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

monday, 5:32pm → 45:21 ongoing call with mister j (corpus christi, TX)

yeah, babe? you want me to fuck your tight ass?

mhm, yes mister.

c'mon. beg, sugar.

please. fuck my tight hole, mister j.

ah, hell.

you can hear his belt buckle clanging, and the soft buzz of a zipper.

what's wrong with 'ya tonight, sugar? you're bein' a real buzzkill, 'ya know that? fuckin' turnin' me off and makin' me soft.

i-i'm sorry, mister j. please, jus—

yea, yea, save it. we'll jus' try 'gain tomorrow.

the line clicks on the other end. tossing your work phone on your desk, you fall back on your bed and stuff your face in your pillow. weeping into the plush material, you let yourself fall apart and break down.

but your sobbing session is cut short as you can hear the familiar ring of your work phone.

wiping your tears, you walk over to your desk and answer.

monday, 5:45pm → 00:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

thanks for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's suga-

woah, woah, woah are you crying?

e-ellie?

yeah, baby, it's me. sounds like you're crying. what's going on? talk to me.

today was just a really, really bad day and then i opened my hotline a little early and one of my first clients just lashed out on me because i wasn't responding the way he wanted me to and—

you sniffle.

— and i'm just really stressed out by everything going on in my life right now.

i'm sorry. i wish there was something i could do— someway i could comfort you or take the weight off.

i-it's fine, ellie. talking to you is making it a little better.

ellie was silent for a moment, thinking carefully and planning her next moves accordingly.

do you trust me?

....y-yea, of c-course. why?

i'm gonna help you ease the tension. okay?

okay.

first of all, where are you?

i-in my room, sitting at my desk.

okay. go lay down on your bed.

with your phone pressed to your ear, you pick up your legs and stride over to your bed, laying down on the fluffy, material of your blanket.

okay, i'm on my bed.

good. what are you wearing?

foreseeing the direction this phone call was heading in, apprehension builds in your stomach.

ellie, you really don't have to-

hey, i want to help you. if that's okay with you. if not, we could talk about something instead.

biting your lip, you fold.

i-i'm okay with it, but i-i've never— played with myself with a customer before. i don't really do anything with myself even when i'm not working anyways.

that's okay. don't think of me as a customer, think of me as a...teacher. i got you, remember?

okay.

good girl. now, what are you wearing?

uh.. a tank top and shorts.

cute. take them off.

gulping, you follow her orders, shimmying out of your top and shorts.

done?

mhm.

good. so obedient.

i want you to rub your boobs for me. rub your nipples, pull on them, just feel the skin under your hand for me, baby.

rubbing the soft skin along your breast, and tugging on your hardened nipples, you bite your lip, savoring the way your body feels under your touch.

how does it feel?

feels good.

bet it does.

ellie couldn't stop her mind from imagining you, on your bed, perfectly naked. and how she'd give everything up, just to sneak a peek.

now, i want you to just rub your hands against the sensitive parts of your body. be slow and gentle, we're not rushing anything.

as your hands drift from your neck, down to the hills of your breasts, and to the edge of your panties, ellie speaks through the line again.

doesn't it feel nice, baby?

mhm.

wish i could be there, to watch you, touching your pussy.

you instinctively clamp your thighs, feeling heat rush to your core.

alright, take your panties off. slowly.

you slowly peel the piece of material off, looking at the small, wet spot that formulated on your underwear.

okay, they're off.

such a good girl, following my every command.

you gulp, her nickname for you sending shivers up your spine.

slowly feel the skin on your legs. stroke your inner thighs, tease yourself a little.

hanging off on her every word, you let out a shaky breath, the heat in your cunt growing only bigger and bigger.

god, i wish i can be there to see this right now. bet you look so good, thighs spread apart, pussy all wet— all because of me.

i- i'm aching. i need more, ellie.

i know, baby, i know. i wish i can help you more. if it were up to me, i'd have you bent over your desk, taking you from the back. fuck.

your mind drifts to that image, of her fucking you, taking you as hers. a stream of your slick begins to leak out from your pussy. god, you wanted her so bad.

slide a finger between your pussy, baby. let me hear how wet you are.

spreading your thighs apart, the tip of your fingers slips in between the folds of your pussy lips, the slick sound of your wetness echoing throughout the room. loud enough for ellie to hear.

fuuuuuck.

i-

you tried to speak, but it comes out sounding like a pathetic whimper. ellie's brain was going insane, she couldn't believe where she had you, writhing from her mere words.

go ahead, pretty girl. rub slow circles on your clit.

the pads of your pointer and middle finger gently rub steady, figure 8's against your hardened nub. closing your eyes, you imagined ellie, and how it was her hand instead of yours. the thought had you panting, faint breaths releasing from your parted lips.

your pussy sounds so wet, holy shit. you sound so fucking good for me. so fucking perfect.

as your fingers continue massaging on your sopping, wet clit, a pool of wetness gathers right below your ass.

how does it feel, baby?

f-feels amazing, ellie.

you let out a low whimper.

i wish you were here.

me too, pup. me too.

you can hear her heavy breaths from the other end of the phone.

i wish i could be there, kissing your neck. trailing my lips down to suck on your nipples. fuuck, wanna taste every inch of your skin. i wanna feel your pussy tighten around my fingers.

you let out another pitiful moan, only to hear ellie curse under her breath again.

rub your pussy faster for me, angel. imagine it's me, pumping my fingers in and out. would daddy's pretty girl like that?

you couldn't respond. all you could let out was these weak whines, yearning for ellie and her touch. you added a third finger, building onto the pressure and picking up the speed.

your moans sound so pretty. wonder how'd they sound when you're taking my strap. gonna have you cry out my name, yeah? isn't that right?

mhm, yes, daddy.

good. that's what daddy likes to hear, such a polite girl.

with your eyes rolling back, you could feel your orgasm building.

i-i'm gonna— ellie, i—

you gonna cum for me, puppy? huh? c'mon, rub faster, baby. i know you have a little bit more left in you.

your fingers speed up, the sound of your wetness gushing out reverberated in ellie's ear.

oh my god, daddy can i? please? can i—

arching your back, you knew you were close. the feeling was getting to be too much and you were about to fall over the edge.

look at my baby, so respectful and asking permission. come on, pretty puppy. cum for daddy. let daddy hear how good she made you feel.

that was it. letting out a penetrating moan, you rode your orgasm out and finished all over your fingers, making a mess. you were heaving, chest rapidly rising and falling.

god, i made a mess.

oh, yeah? do one more thing for me. suck your fingers clean. puppies clean up their messes.

monday, 8:57pm → 3:01:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

after your little self-care session with ellie, she took it upon herself to get your mind off of today's events, filling your conversation with stories and interesting topics.

oh, forgot to ask, what'd you end up getting on that biology quiz?

ughhh, i got a 65 out of 100. one of the reasons why i was so upset today.

seriously? how?

i don't know! i asked professor gonzalez and she told me that i was focusing on the wrong thi-

wait, did you just say professor gonzalez? holy shit, you're taking biology 201 with professor g? do you fucking go to school at university of wyoming? in jackson?

oh shit, you didn't mean for that to slip out.

i— uh— i have to go—

wait! sugar! please. hear me out.

you stay silent, waiting for what she had to say.

if we really do go to the same campus, please, let's meet up. i really want to see you.

.....why?

i just— i love talking to you. spending hours with you on the phone is what i look forward to when i get home. besides, i really want to take you out, on a date.

you bit your lip, unsure of what to say.

listen, if you want to see me too, meet me at the library in building B, by the comic book section. okay? tomorrow at 1pm.

....

i really hope you come.

the line clicks off, and you spend the rest of the night restless, tossing and turning, debating whether or not to see her tomorrow.

tuesday, 2:50pm

ellie eagerly checked her phone again, bouncing her knee in distress. her mind was running rampant — fuck, she's not gonna come. maybe jesse was right. maybe i was wasting my time.

looking up for the 80th time, she scans the comic book section, seeing no one else but some dude with his face buried in a wonder woman comic.

as ellie gets up from her chair, she turns her head, and she freezes.

there you were, looking like an angel who entered from the garden of eden. ellie's heart sped up, seeing her girl standing before her. you were everything she could've imagined and better.

walking slowly towards the brunette, you brush a piece of hair from your face, and smile meekly.

"hi ellie, it's me."

pls let me know how this fic was, i tried out a new writing style & read pt 2 here <3

[ssahotchnerr]

Hiya Katie! How about domestic Aaron pampering her when he find out she's pregnant and jack makes her a get well soon card because he thinks she's sick but she tells him he's going to be a big brother and jacks ecstatic and Aaron is just like all smiley and happy about being a father again and maybe hoping for a girl because hotch is such a girl dad like 🤭🤭 also I love your work so much! It makes my day! Your an amazing writer ❤

newest addition

thank you so much & ughh that's the sweetest <3333 cw; fem!reader, jack calls reader mom, pregnancy, reference to vomiting wc; 1.1k

"buddy, what are you doing?"

you've been awake for awhile now, unwilling to part from the comfort of bed. your eyes are still closed, and in curiosity, you keep them that way.

"i made mom a get-well card." jack's voice is closer than aaron's, and you can hear him shuffling at your bedside. you hear a soft crinkle of a paper, a quick stagger of your water glass, as he sets the paper against it. "i heard her throwing up this morning, so i wanted to make her feel better."

morning sickness has been your worst enemy so far during your pregnancy. it was what made you question if you were pregnant at the very start, and has been frequently reoccurring throughout your first trimester. it feels like the majority of your time these days is either spent in the bathroom, or in bed absolutely overwhelmed with nausea.

if permitting - when you're leant over the toilet, aaron is always seated on the bathroom floor beside you; rubbing your back in soothing circles, holding back your hair when necessary, whispering an apology or words of encouragement. you insist he doesn't need to be present, the sounds and visual of you retching surely disgusting nonetheless. but he insists he remain put, joking it's rather romantic actually, there's no place he'd rather be.

but in all seriousness, he claims it's the least he could do, and wants to support you in all and any way he can.

even this morning at promptly five am, you had made a mad dash to the bathroom. aaron, never the light sleeper, accompanied you in the bathroom just as quickly as you had entered it.

his tenderness doesn't stop there; he'll grab your ginger ale, crackers, pretzels, anything to relieve your queasiness and keep it at bay. he even joked (but did consider) with the idea of buying you a mini fridge to keep in your bedroom - for even easier access. or if he's not home, you don't have to search far.

the two of you have known about your new littlest addition for a few weeks, and couldn't be more ecstatic. jack - not just yet. but you figure that's a case that will soon be remedied.

you can hear a soft chuckle escape from aaron, and you can easily picture the smile you know is on his face. "that's real nice of you bud, i know she'll love it. but in the meantime, c'mon, let's let her sleep, yeah?"

you hear jack's sock-covered feet pad away on the carpet, the sound of the door softly shutting following soon after.

you fall back asleep without meaning to, exhaustion reigning over your body. but an hour later, and after tearfully looking at jack's card, his scribbly print wishing you well and a doodle of yourself and him, you find the two of them in the living room; jack's on the carpet, busied by legos, while aaron's on the couch, watching some show on the television.

aaron notices you before jack does, raising an eyebrow slightly in question - silently seeking confirmation on how you are feeling now.

you give him a nod, and he seems to relax more against the back of the couch. as you join him, jack's eyes lift.

"c'mere," you pat the empty spot between you and aaron, and soon enough, jack's sandwiched between the two of you, curled more so into your side. aaron grabs the remote, clicking off the tv.

"thank you so much for the card." you place a kiss on the top of his head, your arm going around his shoulders and giving him a squeeze. "you're the sweetest, have i ever told you that?"

"all the time." jack says, his emphasis making you laugh gently. but concern quickly fills his face, his eyes a bit troubled. "are you sick?"

you shake your head, brushing some hair away from his forehead. "nope."

the concern is now replaced by confusion. his eyebrows furrow, making him look extremely like this father. "why'd you throwed up?"

"well..." you exchange a look with aaron, glancing at him overtop jack's head. there's a smile tugging at his lips, a small sparkle in his eyes. "sometimes... it happens. when you're going to have a baby."

it takes jack a few seconds to internalize what you've just told him. but his head whips up to look at you, and then aaron, and then back to you. his eyes are wide. "a baby?"

"a baby." aaron confirms, arching an eyebrow in question. "any objections to being a big brother?"

"no!" jack vigorously shakes his head, his face lighting up even more, grinning from ear to ear. "really?!"

you grin right back. "really."

jack nearly jumps right onto you in excitement, aaron's hands flying out to catch him so the fall isn't as forceful. his gentle warning of careful, is barely audible over jack's next inquiry.

"is it a girl?!"

"we don't know yet," aaron answers, his voice catching slightly which prompts your gaze to switch to him. there's tears threatening his eyes, pooling at his waterline. you swear, you've never seen him so happy.

you help him, adding on, "we'll find out in a few more weeks."

jack nods at this information, still buzzing. "i really really want a sister. but a brother would be super cool too."

aaron nudges jack with his elbow, lips quirking into a smile. "i really, really do too. but more than anything, a healthy baby is what we want."

"a healthy baby." jack agrees, with a small nod of his head. his arms wrap around yourself, burying his face slightly into your abdomen. "that's so cool! i can't wait."

now it's your turn to look at aaron, tearful.

somehow, now that jack is aware, your family feels more complete. you and aaron have talked about growing your family, have discussed it with jack, for as long as you can remember - what it'll be like, having another little hotchner running around and causing havoc, potential names have been tossed around, jack wants to teach his expertises, legos and soccer. you’re eager to see a newborn in aaron’s arms, the new-dad-to-another glow present in him. at the time, it was distant; all memories to hopefully be made someday.

that time, that someday, has finally arrived. and if jack's reaction is anything to go by, you just know, the two of them will the absolute best of friends.

you can’t wait, either.

[pastelalleycat]

"It's-For-You!" Talking Telephone Toy

Ring... ring... ring... it's for you!

Transcripts below!

Eddie

[The phone rings once before it is picked up.]

Whether letter or parcel, whether rain, snow, or shine, we weather the weather and never decline! This is Eddie Dear of Eddie’s Post office speaking! How can I help you today?

[Silence.]

...Hello? Is anybody there? ...Should I say the jingle again? Okay-

[Eddie clears his throat.]

Whether letter or parcel, whether rain, snow, or shine, we weather the weather and never decline! This is Eddie Dear of Eddie’s Post office speaking! Do you need stamps? I got ‘em! Envelopes and paper? You bet! Markers, crayons, glue, glitter, tape, staples- [Takes a deep inhale to catch his breath.] I got that too!

[Silence.]

[Mumbling] ...I’m starting to think nobody’s there… Wait… I can’t remember if the phone was ringing… Maybe I was going to make a phone call... But who would I call? Well, if you’re there… Uh… Have a good day!

Barnaby

[The phone rings three times. Then it picks up.]

Hello? Hellooo?

[Silence.]

Is this a prank call, kid? Listen, I got a better joke for you- What did the bee say to the flower? I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t there! What do I look like, a BEE’s-dropper?

[Rimshot and horn honk. Barnaby laughs. Silence follows.]

….Not even a chuckle? Boy, tough crowd! Hey, you can’t blame a guy for phoning it in! How about you call me back when you got something funny to say too, little buddy! Buh bye!

Howdy

[The phone is answered in the middle of the first ring.]

You’re calling Howdy’s Place! The home of everything you need and everything you don't! Howdy Pillar at your service!

[Silence.]

...Hello? Hello! Listen, pal, time is jokes and if I’m not laughing then I don’t have time! ...Actually, I do have plenty of time in stock, it’s in aisle two next to the bananas. But …I call ‘em cuckoo clocks!

[Howdy laughs at his own joke, but it becomes softer and more embarrassed as the silence follows.]

...Alright, alright! You’re giving me nothing to work with, buddy! I only deal in funny business and it looks like you’re runnin’ low, pal! So long! You get it? Like a caterpillar! Haha!

Poppy

[The phone rings twice before it is abruptly picked up.]

Hello, this is the Partridge nest- Or I mean, this is Poppy!

[Silence.]

…Hello? Dear? Are you there? I can’t hear you if you’re speaking! Maybe it is my connection- Oh my feathers, a telephone is so difficult to work with- So many buttons!

[The sounds of shuffling, squawks and noises of tutting can be heard.]

Oh my goodness! I- Oh no, I’ve dropped the telephone on the ground I- Gracious me, there’s birdseed everywhere! I- I will call you back, whoever this is! Oh- My feathers are full at the moment! Don’t worry about me! Have a pleasant day deary-

[A panicked squawk is heard followed by a loud thud. The phone call abruptly ends.]

Frank

[The phone rings once before it’s answered.]

Hello, this is Frank Frankly speaking.

[Silence.]

...Hello? … Are you there?

[Silence.]

...Is this Julie? This had better not be another game you’re playing! …Oh no, is this a prank call? Is this Barnaby!? Well, I have a prank for you too, you jokester! A lesson!

[Frank clears his throat.]

Did you know butterflies have their own way of sleeping? It’s not so much sleeping as it is having a rest ! It is always done with their eyes open, too! They also like to rest under leaves as a means of protection from dew or rain drops! Better yet, to hide from larger creatures with an appetite! A bit like you and those horrible hot dogs you love so much.

[Silence. Frank huffs loudly in annoyance.]

Well, whoever this is, I’ll have you know I have better things to do than wait for you to respond! Good bye!

Sally

[The phone barely has a chance to ring once before it is picked up.]

Hellooo! You’re talking to the brightest and most stupendous superstar this side of the neighborhood! Sally Starlet!

[A triumphant 'ta-da!' jingle, followed by silence. Sally whispers her next sentence.]

…I said ‘Hellooo!’ That’s your cue!

[Silence.]

…What’s wrong, do you have stage fright? I know, I know, having a star for a neighbor can be so intimidating! She’s so terrific, you’re probably thinking! Phenomenal, staggering, breathtaking- I’m taking the words right out of your mouth, I bet!

[Silence. Sally sighs softly.]

Well, parting is such sweet sorrows, but I must shine my brilliance elsewhere! Why don’t you call me back when you don’t have such cold feet, hm? Farewell!

Julie

[The phone rings once, but in the middle of its second ring the phone is answered.]

Hello? [LOUDER] Hello!!

[Silence.]

...Hey, are you playing some kind of game? Well- I want to play too! Okay, let’s go on the count of three! One… Two… Three!

[Silence.]

…I don’t know how to play this game. ...Oh, I know what to do! We’ll make a new game! [Frantically spoken] We’ll need a jump rope, some chalk, a dice, a sandwich- I’ll call it… quiet sandwich jump rope! I better get everything ready, Frank’s going to love this game! Okay, bye bye!

Wally

[A long period of silence follows before three rings are heard. A pause follows even as the phone is answered before the sound of a heart beat can be heard below the ambient noise. This audio track constantly raises and lowers as it proceeds.]

Hello? Hello? Helloooo? … Ha Ha Ha...I’m only kidding. I know you’re there.

Did you like my joke? ...I think you were going to say... Yes! …Ha Ha Ha… You know… It is hard to hear you think through this funny phone of mine. It is as though you aren’t speaking at all. Maybe it is just a little fuzzy… Like me. Speaking of…

[The heart beat and ambience stop abruptly.]

...Do you know who I am?

[The heart beat and ambience resume.]

[Gasp.] Oh no. Well that’s not neighborly at all. We’ve never met before. But don’t worry. Even though you and I haven’t spoken before, I’ve seen you... Every time you have looked into my eyes. I want to know… What did you see?

[Silence.]

I hope you saw a friend, but I’m not sure you saw a name... Stand still. Let’s start over. Ring ring ring. Click. Hi, I’m Wally. I’m so happy to finally meet you, I think you’re the absolute most.

[Silence.]

Uh oh, I have to go now. Everyone is probably thinking about that strange phone call. It is funny to think about. …Ha ha ha… Don’t worry though, neighbor, it will be a little joke between you and me. You have to go too. You have work to do. Remember, until you hear me again, keep your smile merry and always know that I love you very much.

Good bye.

[wannaeatramyeon]

The Crew Heads with Reader: Gacha

G/N. Silly. (Jake Kim, Eli Jang, Johan Seong, Samuel Seo)

Bro Code | Dinner | Shopping | Television | Gacha | Board Games | Suits

Honestly, this is a coordinated attack. It's unfair. You're cornered and outnumbered.

"You're rotting your brain," Johan glances over your shoulder to watch the silly mobile game you're playing on.

A terribly addictive combination of gacha and otome.

Eli gives you a look, as if to say 'Yenna would never'.

Well. You want to argue that Yenna couldn't anyway, because she doesn't understand the concept of phones or video games yet. She can't even read. So no. She can't play this very sophisticated, non fan-servicey-at-all game. But then you catch yourself and think maybe they have a point if you're about to argue why a baby couldn't play.

"I'm cutting you off," Samuel chimes in, frowning at his own phone.

"Sammy!" You gasp, eyes snapping to him and jaw dropping that he would be so cruel.

He scrolls and scrolls, his online bank statement reflected in his glasses and muttering, "How the fuck did you spend this much..."

Johan shuffles over, curious that even Samuel would be shocked.

Usually, they're at each other's throats. Johan normally never willing to get that close to Samuel of his own free will and Samuel would push him away anyway if he tried. However, your apparent frivolous gaming habit has united them.

Shame starts to creep in. Surely it can't have been that much could it. Sammy offered. It's not like he couldn't afford it. He constantly buys you much more expensive things-

Johan's eyes widen comically large. His gaze flickers over to you in judgement before continuing to watch Samuel scrolling.

-And the shame comes crashing down.

You're almost pushed over the edge when Eli flanks Samuel’s other side, wearing a matching expression as he observes your many many gaming transactions. Then in dad mode, he looks at you with disappointment and gives you an exasperated shake of the head.

(You're certain Yenna has been on the receiving end of that treatment.)

"I've cancelled everything. Unlinked it." Samuel confirms. "I don't mind spoiling you Y/N but this is ridiculous." Johan and Eli nod in agreement as you feel equal petulance and guilt.

"Shit!" Jake's voice drifts over from the other room, then you hear the creak of mattress springs and rushed steps.

He appears in the doorway, holding up his phone. An unfinished transaction on your gaming buddy's screen.

"Did Sammy cut us off?!"

"I'm also paying for YOU?!"

Damn. Jake winces and physically recoils. He didn't mean to let the cat out the bag, didn't mean to take advantage of Sammy in the first place but then he got so close to the SSS+ pull and levelling up and he just needed a couple more chances-

Oops.

In slow motion, everyone turns to Samuel. Sees his face turning pink then red then crimson. Eyes narrowed and mouth pressed into a thin line. A split second later, he lunges.

"Sammy, no!" You screech as Eli and Johan look on in amusement.

Jake weaves, narrowly dodges his punch. "I'll pay you back!"

"WITH WHAT, YOU BROKE BASTARD-"

[estellan0vella]

Wrestling Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU Pt2

It's late at night, and the world outside your window is quiet and still. The only sounds that fill the room are the soft murmurs and gasps that escape your lips as Sukuna moves above you. His touch is electric, sending shivers down your spine with every stroke and caress. You feel yourself getting lost in the moment, the world outside fading away as you become completely absorbed in each other.

"Kuna," you gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders. His response is a low, rumbling growl that vibrates through your chest and sends a thrill straight to your core. "You like that, don't you, babe?" he murmurs into your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Yes," you breathe, arching your back to press yourself closer to him. The heat between you is almost unbearable, each touch, each kiss igniting a fire that threatens to consume you both.

Suddenly, the door creaks open, and you both freeze. A small, sleepy voice breaks the silence. "Suku? Y/N/N? What are you doing?"

You and Sukuna whip your heads around to see Yuji standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes with a tiny fist. Panic seizes you, and you scramble to pull the covers over your naked bodies.

"We were, um, wrestling," you blurt out, your voice an octave higher than usual. Sukuna shoots you a look that's a mix of disbelief and amusement.

"Wrestling?" Yuji repeats, tilting his head in confusion. "Can I watch?"

"NO!" you and Sukuna shout in unison, far too loudly. Yuji jumps, his eyes wide with surprise.

"I mean, it's late, buddy," Sukuna says, trying to sound calm and reassuring. "You should go back to bed, okay?"

Yuji pouts but reluctantly turns around and shuffles back to his room. You and Sukuna wait until you hear his door close before collapsing into laughter, the tension melting away.

"That was close," you say, still giggling as you cuddle up to Sukuna.

"Too close," he agrees, wrapping his arms around you. "We'll have to be more careful. Now where were we?"

"I believe you had me pinned," You murmur.

Sukuna chuckles softly as he leans down to nuzzle your neck. "Pinned, huh? I can work with that," 

The next morning, you're in the kitchen making breakfast when Yuji bounds in, full of energy as usual. "Good morning, Y/N/N!" he chirps, hopping up onto a stool at the counter.

"Good morning, Yuji," you reply with a smile, flipping a pancake. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah!" he says, swinging his legs back and forth. "But I have a question."

You brace yourself, knowing exactly what's coming. "What is it, Yuji?"

"Why were you making funny noises last night?" he asks, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Like 'oh' and 'ah'?"

You nearly drop the spatula, your cheeks flushing bright red. "Well, uh," you stammer, trying to think of a plausible explanation. "It's just, um, part of the special wrestling. Sometimes it hurts a little, and that's why we make those noises."

"Oh," Yuji says, nodding seriously. "But why did Suku say 'you like that, don't you'? Isn't that a silly thing to say during wrestling?"

Sukuna snorts as he strides into the kitchen, his expression somewhere between amused and exasperated. "Morning," he grunts, ruffling Yuji's hair as he passes.

"Suku, why did you say that?" Yuji presses, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Sukuna glances at you, then back at Yuji. "Well, sometimes in wrestling, you say things to, uh, distract your opponent," he says, clearly grasping at straws.

"Oh," Yuji says again, looking thoughtful. "But then why did you say you're gonna make Y/N/N beg?"

You choke on your orange juice, coughing as you try to regain your composure. Sukuna pats your back, though you can see the corner of his mouth twitching as he fights back a smile.

"It's, um, another tactic," Sukuna explains, his voice tight. "To, uh, throw them off balance."

"Why did you say 'good girl'? Is Y/N/N a dog?" Yuji asks, completely oblivious to the awkwardness he's causing.

Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly at the end of his patience. "No, Yuji, Y/N/N is not a dog," he says, his voice strained. "It's just something you say to encourage your partner."

Yuji nods slowly, still looking confused but seemingly satisfied with the answers for now. You breathe a sigh of relief, hoping that the questions are finally over.

The rest of the day passes uneventfully, but you can't shake the feeling of dread as Yuji continues to shoot you curious glances. You know it's only a matter of time before he asks more questions, and you can only hope that you'll be able to come up with more convincing answers.

By the time dinner rolls around, you're a bundle of nerves, anticipating another round of Yuji's innocent but mortifying questions. Sure enough, as soon as you sit down at the table, he pipes up again.

"Y/N/N, why did you and Suku have to wrestle in bed? Can't you wrestle on the floor?" he asks, looking genuinely puzzled.

You exchange a glance with Sukuna, who just shakes his head slightly. "It's, um, a special kind of wrestling that you can only do in bed," you say weakly, knowing how ridiculous it sounds.

"But why?" Yuji presses.

"Because it's, uh, softer and more comfortable," Sukuna interjects, his tone brooking no further argument. "Now eat your dinner."

Yuji seems to accept this answer, though you can see the wheels still turning in his head. You try to focus on your food, but the awkwardness hangs heavy in the air.

After dinner, you and Sukuna sit on the couch, exhausted and grateful for a moment of peace. Yuji is playing with his toys on the floor, seemingly absorbed in his own little world.

You lean against Sukuna, feeling his arm wrap around you. "We really need to be more careful," you murmur, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Definitely," he agrees, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But we'll figure it out. We always do."

You nod, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. No matter how embarrassing or awkward things get, you know you have each other's backs. And as long as you're together, you can handle anything – even a four-year-old's relentless curiosity.

I almost peed my pants each time I reread this

[wizzdot]

The Patron Saint of One Way Trips

Ch21

Description; what you’ve all been waiting for - REAL progress. We have Gaz and John being heroes- Graves is ‘dead’ 💀 and Laika is saved…

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

Graves has holed us both up in Alejandro's main office. He has placed guards outside.

"Looks like we have company.. My boys in the tunnels seem to have stopped replying to comms. I suspect your little buddies have something to do with that, sweetheart.. I've been notified that they have taken the prison back - the Mexican Special Forces are on the loose, along with Alejandro.. I assume you heard our phone call too, huh? Sounds like Captain John Price is stepping into the ring.."

I shake my head.. "No, no - they wouldn't come for me.. If they are with Alejandro, then they will think I'm a spy.. If they are here, it is to kill both of us" I whimper, shaking like a leaf. I still hadn't had chance to warm up since getting soaked over night. My body is aching all over and my shoulder still thumps with pain when I over stretch it. The wound on my leg has reopened as well. I am not in great shape.

"Well, we will soon find out, in the mean time I want to find out more about you. Tell me, Laika.. what are you hmmm? Beta.. huh?" I nod nervously.

"Strange, your Russian file doesn't clarify. Sounds like you're all sorts of fucked up because of the suppressants. You have no scent, which is strange. Beta's have a scent.. You aren't an Alpha, that much is obvious.. hmmm, I wonder..." he circles me, like I'm prey.

"Please, Alpha.." there goes my last ditch attempt... bile rises up my throat, I never want to call this snake 'Alpha' again..

He tilts his head and stops circling, he chuckles.. "Sounds pretty comin' from your lips, sweetheart.." he gets up in my space. I hold my breath, trying not to look terrified.

He pushes his head into my neck and inhales deeply, trying to find a scent. I can't help the yelp that escapes my throat. I thrash in the chair but I'm too well restrained to it to get any leverage.

He just laughs.. "See sweetheart, no scent.. but then again.." He does it again and inhales for longer this time.. he slaps his lips together, making a 'tsk' sound, "the Alpha in me is telling me otherwise.. I could take a bite.. find out, huh..?" My eyes widen and I try to shuffle away but can't. He leans forward but freezes suddenly when a loud, distant rumble sounds from the other side of the facility, followed by smaller pops of gun fire. I gasp, and tears fall down my cheeks uncontrollably.

Don't go feral.Don't go feral.Don't go feral.Don't go feral.Don't go feral.Don't go feral. You need to be thinking straight, mutt!

Weird, since when did my brain start rooting for me instead of against me..?

"Sounds like the 141 are topside.. they won't be long now" he laughs. I just sniff and shake, uncontrollably. I can feel something shift inside of me. I fight desperately not to snap. Stay conscious, mutt!

Graves picks up a comm link and shouts, his voice echoes around the entire facility. He has linked his comms to the speakers throughout the halls and security towers.

"Shadows, hold your position. I want everything locked down. If anyone's here, let 'em come to us.. we'll be waitin' for 'em, won't we sweetcheeks?" He holds the comm to my mouth.

I don't reply, turning away crying silently. He grabs my hair and snaps my head back to face him before kicking me in the reopened leg wound. I wail from the pain he had inflicted. I hear it screech down the speakers all over base. He laughs and throws me backwards by my hair. The chair falls backwards and I crack my head off of the floor. My vision swims for a few seconds before fading to black. I can feel blood dripping from my nose, but find myself unable to do anything about it. All that surrounds me right now is pain, darkness and a high pitched scream inside my brain..

*Ghost's POV*

Graves' voice sounds loudly over the speakers. Cocky bastard wants us to come to him. I have no problem doing that.

"Stay sharp - he knows we are here.." John shouts down comms from his position up in the Helo.

"-won't we sweetcheeks?" I growl. There is a few seconds of silence - he is just baiting us. She isn't actually here. Maybe she's escaped...

Then the most bloodcurdling scream sounds down the facility, it could have shattered glass, I swear. I almost go feral when I hear her. He is fuckin' hurting our the girl. I'll kill him.

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

I start to come round from my brief unconsciousness. The guns sound closer now. I can hear yelling too.

Then I hear Graves from behind "We got an assault team outside the HQ, they're gonna breach" - one of his Shadows reply - it sounds like Oz.. I groan slightly, my head thumping,

"We should move in and plus you up, sir" - "NO" Graves snaps, "I want all shooters holding their sectors- I got what I need here. We're going on the offensive-- That clear?

"Yep yep!"

"Get up girl, we are going" he shouts to me, grabbing my cuffs, slicing the ropes from my legs to free me from the chair, then all but dragging me from the ground and out into the chaos of the base. "Shadows, I'm out of cover - repeat out in the open.."

*Ghost's POV*

I hear Alejandro's voice in my earpiece "Did you hear that?" - "No,what?" I grunt - "Graves is on the move.. Gaz and I will secure this position until you, Soap and Rudy take Graves"

Gaz comms to Price that he and Alejandro had found Valeria and that she was secure. I couldn't care less about her but an objective is an objective. "Good" Price growls "Stay sharp. We're going for Graves now".. He doesn't need to mention Laika - that much is obvious, we are bringing her back..

Rudy, Johnny and I arrive to a metal door. "It's locked. Rudy, what do you got?" Johnny asks, breathlessly.

"Breacher charge" Rudy answers, planting the explosive on the doors. "Nice" - of course Johnny is still fascinated with bombs..

The door crashes open "Clear to engage all threats inside, if you see Graves, drop him" I bark.

The smoke clears and we see Graves running away on the second floor. He is dragging Laika with him. I grumble. "Hold fire.. we can't take him when he is that close to her.. too risky.." I yell.

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

Graves drags me toward a large metal door. It's locked - he comms a Shadow for codes but while he is waiting for a response, we hear their voices from the other side of the door. IT'S THEM!!

I open my mouth to shout for them but Graves slaps a hand over my lower face roughly and drags me back up the stairs. My legs are barely supporting me at this point but he forces me to run. He is far stronger than me. I can't fight him..

The doors crash open as we reach the top of the stairs.. I hear the Lieutenant shouting to hold fire..I furrow my brows.. why?! Fucking shoot at us. STOP HIM!

"Graves is getting away!" I hear Rudy shout. I need to do something. Think Laika, think!

I try to clear my head and think. Be clever, mutt. You have no weapons. Nothing. Just you. Just you and... Omega.. I'm an Omega, right? Supposedly anyway.. And he is an unmated Alpha whose Adrenaline would be sky high right now.. BINGO!

I feign a trip, falling to my knees. "Move, girl! Get fuckin' up!" - "Please, Alpha.. I feel funny.." - his head snaps up and he meets my eyes.. I try to maintain eye contact. The longer I keep him stationary, the better.

"What's wrong..? Your leg..?" - "No.. my stomach - too hot" - he growls. He fucking growls. This is working. He thinks I'm presenting. He tries to scent me, completely stuck in his 'Alpha' mindset now.

I hear the footsteps behind me and can't help the whimper that escapes when I feel Graves' tongue on my scent-gland. I gasp and push him away. My Omega's instincts protecting herself from being claimed without consent. As I push him away, he growls at me. I can feel myself slipping into feral subspace. I'd been brave and hurt for too long. My body didn't like it..

"He's there! Get him!!" I hear from behind me, it's Johnny... My brain clicks off then, turning into survival mode. I shuffle backwards and find myself at the end of the balcony. My eyes are darting left and right. Graves is looking between the exit, me and the men trying to kill us him. I try to run, but get hit sharply by the butt of Graves' gun. Everything goes black. The last thing I hear is Graves' voice. "You'll pay for this, you bitch. You fucking worthless BITCH".

*Ghost's POV*

I see Graves up ahead. Laika is on the floor, submitting to him.. what the fuck?!

Then I see her push him away. GOOD GIRL!

We are gaining on them. Clever girl!

He sees us when Johnny shouts out loud. I was annoyed that Johnny had ruined our sneak attack but adrenaline was high, and we'd witnessed him dominating Laika. So I understood. I'd hardly managed to keep a lid on it.

wait, what's she wearing.. SHE WAS THE FUCKING SHADOW...

Graves meets eyes with us, he runs, knocking Laika out before he does. She collapses against the balcony, teetering dangerously close to falling over the edge. I roar to catch her before she falls.

"On it!" Johnny shouts..

"NO, SOAP" Rudy shouts.. "I'll get her- you and Ghost get Graves - she is feral, an Alpha won't be good for her right now" he explains.

"He's getting away! GO" I nod, finding it difficult to run past the girl. Something is pulling me towards her but I trust Rudy.

"Head for the control room- There's an exit in back.. I'll get her out.. don't worry!" Rudy shouts as we follow after Graves.

"Haul arse, Johnny.. let's find him" I growl to Johnny. He nods, equally as angry as I.

Price's voice sounds through comms "All stations, be advised, Graves went over the wall" - "FUCK"

I hear an RPG fire at Price's helicopter, causing the aircraft to spin out of control.

"We're hit! We're hit!" - "Price-! Fuck, Alpha..." I watch the helicopter start to plummet, smoke clouding the sky.

"Going down. We're going down!" John shouts

"Steamin' hell... Captain..." I hear Johnny shout.

Rudy reappears from nowhere without Laika. My stomach drops and I growl lowly.Dangerously.

"Calm down, Alpha. I dropped her off with Garrick. He is obviously her favorite if that hoodie is anything to go by.."

I immediately feel a little lighter. She is back with the pack.. where the fuck did that come from ? She isn't even pack, yet.

Soap and Rodolfo run forward to the wall.

"Let's end this asshole" Johnny growls

Johnny reaches up to the wall with Rodolfo's help and turns back to me.

"LT, you coming?" - "No. Price and the pilot need help. You two finish this" I instruct.

Johnny and Rodolfo nod their heads as I turn away from them both.

All I hear before I'm out of earshot is Johnny shouting "Holy shit... Graves brought a fuckin' tank".

*Johnny's POV*

Prick has a fuckin' tank.. Rudy and I run forwards regardless. The slimy bastard climbs down and teases us by saying "Looks like the hunters are gettin' hunted now, huh? Ain't that a kick in the ass...?" what a fucking prick..

"Can't wait to bake this bastard"

"We'll need something stronger to kill Graves in that tank. This is our training area- plenty we can use, look around" Rudy suggests..

"You and your Mexicano friends fucked with the wrong hombre, MacTavish" Graves speaks from the safety of his tank..

Coward. "Come on out and let's talk about it" I taunt him.

"You think this is a fucking game out here? You wanna play war? Let's play some fuckin' war, chicos! One o' you dipshits needs to die last-- who's it gonna be...?" He taunts us.. get out the tank and lets find out. I'd take pleasure in killing him with my bare hands..

"Go fuck yourself, Graves"

"You got a healthy disrespect for authority, Soap. I like that about you..." - "You're Shepherd's lapdog. You get paid to break the rules"

"There's only two rules here, boys. Walk away or win. Guess which one I choose? Shoulda gone home when you had the chance, Soap- you and that asshole with the mask, hiding behind that uniform... and that FUCKING BITCH.. Oh she is DEAD next time I see her. I promise you.."

"Got Graves' attention now..." Rudy whispers - good, the plan has worked. Bastard always liked the sound of his own voice..

I throw the C4 ammo on Graves' tank and detonate it.

"Tank is taking damage, hit him again! Graves is on the run, stay after him, Soap... Boom, roasted!!” Rudy shouts after me

Eventually, Graves' tank is destroyed with the C4..Rodolfo and I run forward and inspect the destroyed vehicle.

"You did it, Soap!!!" Rudy laughs - "You and me, hermano" - "Brought a gun to a tank fight..." he laughs. I nudge him, softly and share a friendly fist bump.

"Soap to Ghost, I'm with Rudy. Graves is KIA. How's Price?"

He takes a second to respond and I feel a wave of anxiety roll over me.. Thankfully his voice sounds over comms after a few seconds.

"Angry. Lost a good cigar in the crash... Pilot's okay, too. Over."

"And Laika..?" - "Not back yet. Gaz, where are you?" - "Having some troubles with Laika.. could do with some help.. she ain't calming down.. Alejandro ain't helping either..." He shouts down the radio. We can hear shouting and hissing in the background.

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

I wake up to a familiar scent but I cannot shake the feeling of danger and pain. I am being carried. I thrash desperately and realise that I'd been uncuffed. I hear a grunt as I fall to the ground. I start scrambling away and I feel arms wrap around me from behind. I swing an elbow and here a crunch when I make contact with his nose.

"FUCK.. Garrick.. Control your girl.." - "Shit.. Laika.. Calm down, love.."

Smooth voice.. Garrick.. C'mon, snap out of it, mutt..

*Gaz's POV*

Rudy appears from nowhere carrying an unconscious Laika. Initially I feel elated when I see her, until I see blood all over her face and leg.. she looks completely awful..

I grab hold of her, cradling her in my arms, feeling the instinct to protect her. Rudy explains to me that I have to be gentle and quiet. She could be feral when she wakes up.. I've never dealt with this before. I nod and promise to try not to be too imposing.

Rudy runs off to help Johnny and Simon with Graves. He leaves me with Alejandro and Valeria, two angry hot-headed, strong smelling Alphas. Not ideal.. Valeria is restrained so at least she isn't a threat..

I can feel Laika starting to wriggle slightly in my arms. I relax when I feel her subconsciously press her nose into my neck. She was scenting me.. I hope she recognises it.. We hadn't seen each other in a while...

She starts thrashing. I try not to drop her but she escapes my grasp and falls to the ground. She starts shuffling backwards along the ground, away from me. She looks like a frightened animal, running from a predator. Alejandro sneaks behind her and grabs her. She yelps and throws an elbow busting his nose. "Oh shit.." I mutter, feeling bad for Alejandro but also finding it a tiny bit funny. "Deserved that to be honest, mate" I whisper to him as he shouts at me to control her.

I step forward with my arms outstretched.. "Hey, Love.. It's me.. Kyle.. C'mere.. want to check you're ok..?" I try, with the softest voice I can muster, even though the Alpha in me is clawing to get out. Her scent has changed. It's as strong as I've ever smelt it.. I hope that the sound that leaves my throat sounds like a purr instead of a growl..

"Al-Alpha..." she whimpers.. I freeze. Oh fuck, she shouldn't be calling me that.. FUCK..

I gulp and try to control my urges. "Captain.. could do with your assistance here.." I growl quietly down the line. "Don't send Johnny or Si.." - "Understood.." John replies cooly.

I turn, probably more aggressively than I intend to. "Alejandro, go.. I'll be fine on my own.. Take her and go with Rudy.. we will meet you later, mate.. Get your nose looked at.." I add on, teasing the man.

He huffs a small laugh and turns to leave, understanding the situation.

I turn back to face Laika. "Hey, Love.. You want to come over here with me..?" She shakes her head. God she looks so scared...

"Look.. it's okay - I'll sit down.. you come to me when you're ready.. okay, love?" I try, slowly lowering myself to the ground in a submissive position.

I can see the cogs turning inside her brain. She isn't all there right now.. acting off of instinct and instinct alone. She scents the air and whines. "Alpha..?" She whimpers again.

I roll my shoulders and grit my teeth, trying to contain the growl I so desperately want to release.

She starts crawling towards me slowly, as if she was keeping the option open to run if I so much as move a muscle..

She is so close now. Still sniffing and crawling. God, she reeks..

She pats my knee first, as if to test if I was going to pounce. I close my eyes and stay still.

The next thing I feel is her entire weight crawl into my lap and she clings to me. I can't help the noise that escapes my throat this time. A low, deep purr. I bet she can feel it rumble through my chest.

She shoves her nose in my neck and inhales.. I lift my hands and oh so gently rest them on her waist.

She tenses at my touch, but quickly relaxes.

"Ky-Kyle..?" - YES!

"It's me, Love.. It's me.."

She whines happily. I almost lose it when she starts nipping and licking along my neck. I squeeze her waist a little tighter, trying to remain in control.

I groan out roughly "Love, whoa, love... Come on now, we've got to get you home, yeah..? get you cleaned up.." - "Noo, wanna stay w'you" she murmurs against my neck.

Fuck if I didn't want her to stay with me too. C'mon Garrick.. control yourself!!

"I know love.. I know.. but I want you in your bed, safe.. yeah?" I try, manipulating her instincts a little bit. She nods against my neck. Okay, that was progress...

"Love..?" I ask her.. "Mmmhmmmm?" - "I called the Captain.. he will be here soon. Is that ok..?" - "Is he mad at me..?" she shakes against me.. "No, Love.. he was worried.. So worried about you. We all were.." she just shakes her head against me.

"Can I stand up..?" I ask- she pulls away from my neck then, and meets my eyes.. she looks so lost.. so confused. "You want to leave..?" Fuck

"No no no.. Love, that's not it at all.. I want to take you home.." - her eyes soften slowly at that and she starts nodding.

"Gaz.. I'm about to come round the corner to your location.. is that alright..?" Both of our eyes snap down to my comms. My eyes dart back to Laika’s..

"What do you say, Love..? Can the Captain come and see us..?" she looks scared.. time to manipulate her sensative state a little bit again.. I felt bad doing this but I have to..

"Pack Alpha.." I add on.. "Alpha..?” she replies in a whisper.. "Yeah.. our Alpha.." - "Our Alpha..?" Damn that sounded good...

"He could be, Love - can he come see us..? Please..?" she looks at me with wide eyes.. still sitting on my lap, our bodies pressed tightly together. I have to readjust myself several times so she cannot feel my knot pushing desperately against my jeans, looking for an escape..

She nods. She finally fucking nods..

John must have been watching from the corner because I don't even have chance to radio him before he is in front of us both, staring down at our position on the floor. Laika looks up at him with wide eyes.. John growls down at her, he never liked to see his things covered in blood. She tenses up and scoots backwards slightly.

John immediately softens his approach, slowly lowering himself to the ground. I bet in his head he is thinking that his back hurts and that his knees aren't going to thank him, but he does it willingly.

I can see him subtlety scenting the air. He can smell her too. She stares at him as he lowers himself down. She crawls off of my lap and I immediately stand and readjust myself, turning away to cool off.

*John's POV*

I finally hit the ground. My knees won't be happy about this tomorrow..

Get to her.Get to her.Get to her.Get to her.Get to her.Get to her.Get to her.Get to her.Get to her.Get to her.Get to her.Get to her.Get to her.Get to her. The Alpha screams inside of me.

I open my arms and grumble, in as soft a voice as I can manage "Come over here, angel.."

She starts crawling from Kyle's lap and towards me.. I purr at her.. From my peripheral, I see poor, sweet Kyle standing and fixing himself. Good boy, he had done such a good job helping her out of sub-space..

She climbs into my arms and I whisper "Good girl, there we go, that's it.." I start standing from the ground, squeezing her back so she stays against me. She wraps her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. "C'mon, gonna take you home now.. get you taken care of.. what a clever girl you've been..." I reassure her.

She is whining and sniffing in my scent glands. Her scent starts changing from anxious to more relaxed. I keep purring, finding that it seems to be helping.

I start walking and she whimpers Kyle's name into my neck.. "He's here, Love.. right here.." I reply, nodding to Kyle to walk closely so she can see him.. he understands immediately.

She fits perfectly here..

Don't get ahead of yourself, John...

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Another Monday. Is this what life is? Mourning the weekend as you try to wipe the sleep from your eyes. It's too much, you should be cuddling squishes and snoring.

You hop off the bus and head towards the building. Once you're at your desk, you can pretend you're awake. If you get the right angle, you can just doze off a bit. Just a couple minutes more.

The elevator nearly knocks you with its slow rise. You shuffle between cubicles but before you can claim your chair, you find something unexpected. A cushion. A pink and white ergonomic cushion with a matching pad clung around the back rest. Um, this isn't your chair.

You look around confused. Someone will be real mad when they realise they lost their fancy chair. People do seem territorial around here. You turn the chair as you search for its owner.

“Did I get the colour right?” A grizzly voice has you leaping in place. You face Curtis as he rests his hand on the side of your cubicle, “they had purple too.”

“You?” You gasp.

“I…” he shrugs and his eyes wander to the ceiling, “I'm tryna make it up to you. I was and asshole so–”

“Nope, nuh uh,” you turn and tear open the velcro, detaching the back pad, “keep ‘em. I don't want your charity.”

“It's not–” he steps forward, “it's an apology.”

“Apology? For stealing? Well, I can't forgive a liar.”

You shove the pad against his chest, “I think I was clear. You should be happy I was because I have a terrible habit of rambling. My mom says I could talk the dead to life.”

He reluctantly clasps onto the pad as he scowls. You grab the seat cushion and press it against the other one. He reluctantly hooks his other arm under it.

“I was gonna give it back,” he grumbles.

“So why'd you take it?” You challenge.

“I don't know,” he mutters.

“I do. You're a bully. I left those behind in school,” you put your hands on your hips, “so go away and keep your hands off my things!”

His nostrils flare as his eyes meet yours. They're the shade of blue that makes you think of storms and the ocean and butterfly wings. He'd be cute if he wasn't so mean.

“You shouldn't talk to me like that,” he warns as he squeezes the cushions.

“Take your own advice, meanie! You had your chance.”

“I've been nice,” he rasps as he looks you up and down.

You're unsettled by how the glint in his eyes changes, how his shoulders square and his jaw ticks. He meets your gaze and narrows his eyes.

“You don't know what mean is.”

You flinch as he spins on his heel. He marches past you, a gust of air tickling your cheeks as he flees. You turn and watch him go, your stomach knotting.

Maybe you were a bit rude, even pushy, but you're trying to be better about drawing lines. You don't have to be a doormat to be nice. Even if it is easier.

You put your bag on your desk and sit, squeaking at the harsh impact of your ass on the thin seat. Gosh, there may as well not be any padding. You sniff and swivel close to the desk, booting the computer as you wait and think.

He's mad but he'll get over it. He made it clear he has no interest in you before so why this sudden change. Oh well, you never really understood men or their brains.

🩷

You stare at your pen cup and frown. You miss your happy penguin pen buddy. As you ponder his absence, that suspicion nips at your ears. Maybe he took those too.

Does it matter? You're moving on. You ordered new pens on Amazon. You're starting over new!

You get up to get a fresh coffee. You really should cut back. Maybe you could do some hot chocolate but you get a bit silly when you have too much sugar.

You enter the break room and immediately want to storm out. He's there, glaring at the machine as he watches it brew. You smell the dark roast you bought him. How could you have ever been so nice to someone like him?

Curtis takes his mug and you sidle along the wall, certain to get well out of his way. He turns and stops as he sees you. You stare at the ceiling as you wait for him to go.

He snarls but makes no move to leave. You bounce on your heels with your mug in hand. You can wait.

He's not going. So you go to the machine and peruse the selection. Maple shortbread, huh, that's a curious choice.

You sense him lingering. You do your best to ignore him, the scuff of his shoes putting you on edge. You're not the best at reading people, obviously, but you can feel his anger.

As he looms closer, you take a step forward. You spin and throw an arm up as if blocking an unseen strike. Your hand flips Curtis’ mug, spilling the brown liquid down his grey shirt. He backs up and looks down at the mess.

“Why would you do that?”

“Personal space,” you wave your arm up and down, drawing the invisible wall before you.

“I'm trying to… you're crazy, you know that?”

“So what does that make you?” You pout, “I told you to leave me alone.”

He puffs, lip curling as he grips his mug tight. He scoffs and whips it past you so it smashes against the wall and the bits litter over the counter. You let out a squeal as he stomps out, leaving you in shock, standing before a puddle of coffee.

You gulp and face the remnants of his mug. You should clean that up before anyone cuts themselves. You cross to the counter and set to carefully plucking up the shards.

“What happened in here?” Melanie asks as she enters, “oh it's you.”

You ignore her as you focus on the glass. Of course she assumes it was you. Seems like everyone thinks you're a disaster.

[kazumist]

EPISODE 18 ♡ KISS ME BEFORE I GO?

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / wc: 1062.

cw: more drinking (sorry), more profanities too, a kiss somewhere in there (is that really a warning?)

“we leave you alone for one second, and you’re already picking fights.” kazuha scolds kuni as soon as he gets back to their table.

kunikuzushi doesn’t know how you and heizou got to the table as well. but now, you’re all sitting around and playing “spin the bottle”. the game is simple, you spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on has to take a shot.

the bottle stops spinning.

and it lands on you.

“hand it over.” you downed the shot of tequila.

you again.

“i’ll take it.” kuni says. he got glances from the others but they gave him the shot anyway.

lyney spins the bottle, but it lands on you again.

what fuck is up with this bottle? you thought.

“i’ll also—” kuni gets cut off by someone.

“i’ll take it," heizou says.

the tension was getting thicker.

the bottle was spun again, but this time it landed on kuni. you took the shot for him.

one last spin, and it lands on you again.

“me.”

“me.”

both kuni and heizou said it at the same time.

“to kuni.” lyney slides the shot over to him.

“fucking hell, it’ll take me a years to get drunk at this point.” you said, grabbing the bottle from lyney and drinking the remains in seconds. there wasn’t that much left anyway, so you were still good.

“okay, next game! this one is a personal favorite. it’s called king’s cup. each of you will pick out a card, and each card corresponds to an action. kuni, would you mind doing the honors of shuffling our lovely deck?” lyney says.

as soon as kuni stops shuffling the deck, the game starts. “kazuha, you go.”

“three of hearts. three means me. i’ll take two shots, then.” kazuha says, downing the two drinks immediately.

“lynette, you’re up next.”

“nine, rhyme. let’s go with lie.”

“sky.” kazuha replies.

“fly.” lyney’s eyes slowly watch over everyone.

“cry.” you said. kuni looks at you.

“try.” heizou looks at kuni.

“die.” kuni returns the favor.

yanfei was far too busy looking at a certain pigtailed girl in the dancefloor to even notice that it’s her turn. “time’s up, fei. drink up.”

“shit, sorry.” yanfei drank her shot right after.

“kuni, it's your turn.”

“eight, mate.” kunikuzushi says. “pick a drinking buddy.” he already knows who he's gonna pick. “you.” heizou.

“game.” heizou smirked.

the “mates” chugged down another shot of tequila and had a short staring contest. heizou was the first one to look away, leaving kunikuzushi smirking in victory. kuni looks in your direction, only to find you already staring at him.

when it was heizou’s turn, he seemed delighted with the card he got. “queen, question master," he says. “are you single by any chance?” he points at kazuha.

“huh?”

“i’m asking you if you're single.”

“why? aren't you and (name)...” kazuha was confused. very confused.

“what? are you serious? i’m hitting on you for fuck's sake!”

“well, i am. can i have your number by any chance?”

kunikuzushi was left fucking dumbfounded by that. what did this mean? he was apparently jealous over nothing. does this mean he has a chance now?

“my turn," you say. kuni’s eyes shifted towards you immediately. “queen as well, question master.”

“kuni.” a few ‘oohs’ could be heard. “who was the girl you picked up back then at the bus stop near uni?”

“huh?” he didn't process that one immediately.

“wait, what?”

“you heard me, kuni. answer the question.”

kuni took a bit of his time to think about what you were referring to, and now he finally remembers, “that was my cousin.”

“what the fuck? so it wasn't another girl? what about the one you talked about earlier?”

“i don't even know who that was. she said she liked me, but whatever. there was never another girl, but maybe for you there was another guy.” kunikuzushi whispers the last sentence, but you still hear him.

“excuse me? the fuck do you mean another guy when the guy you thought i was with is literally flirting with your best friend? did you even realize they left the table already?” you defended yourself.

kuni raises an eyebrow at you. “but he kept taking your shots?”

“oh, i was just messing with you. you look funny when you're mad, like a pissed off cat," heizou says, kuni curses at him in return.

and kuni drank another shot, now cursing at himself for how stupid he was. you also drank out of frustration over what had just happened.

soon after, you all decided it would be best to go home when lyney finally got himself drunk after hosting the two games earlier. kuni pulls you away from the crowd in an attempt to leave the bar first. after bribing the bouncer, you two stood near the entrance.

“i can't drive. so kazuha is going to take you home. they'll be out in a bit," he says. the others started going out one by one, but kunikuzushi held you by the shoulders before you could leave. “listen to me.”

“by the time you wake up tomorrow, tell me that you love me. tell me that you're finally willing to let me love you the way that you deserve to be loved. tell me you want me.” his face was dangerously getting closer to yours.

“i’ve said this too many times to count, but i love you. i’ll never get tired of saying it because it's true. i love you, (name). always have, and always will. forever and always.”

“kuni, i’m honestly drunk right now, and i don't know shit, but i do know that i love you too.”

“there you go.” he boops your nose. “see you.”

“kiss me before i go?”

“hmm, maybe when you show me that you love me as much as i love you, then sure," he says, starting to walk away from you.

“ah, fuck it.” he turns around and walks back fast.

his lips brushed over yours softly. the kiss was gentle and slow, enough for him to relish the moment and enough for you to taste the alcohol from his lips.

it felt right—perfect, even.

when you got into the car, kuni decided to stay out a bit more late.

and both of you could not wait for tomorrow to come.

extra notes.

i believe this is my cue to not update for the rest of the month /j

i told u all it gets better

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[bittasol]

The thinf you said about the mafia au and dynamics being unlocked is so true, another thing that I really liked about this chapter is the Opera/Ameri rivalry dynamic they have going and I find it really fun!! It's so different from what we're used to seeing from them (actually I don't remember if they've actually interacted that much in the original) (but them being rivals and fighting each other is so fun!!!! I love it)

YEAH even down to its bones the way characters are being presented is very different from the main series! Azz azz’s loyalty to Iruma taking multiple chapters, the age and manner in which Iruma meets Sullivan, Opera and Irumas dynamic being more sibling/partnerish than canon etc BUT it all feels true to the characters i think! Iruma still loves his family and is willing to do anything (even the impossible) to help them, love trio is still together with secrets between them, Kalego and Opera still have their beef)

THE OPERA AND AMERI DYNAMIC is sooo tasty omg…both are so protective (and a tad possessive) of Iruma! Plus they’ve both grown with him and protected him in the different eras of his childhood! It’ll be fun to see them squabble in the future. I’ve always compared their designs as two red/orangey demons with fuzzy ears, both strong and both people who are close to Iruma, so its extra fun to see them as rivals.

Mm yeah they’re sorta an underrated dynamic! Iruma kun has soo many characters to juggle, its easy to forget who and when characters meet. Thank you for the excuse to gather up their major interactions^^

Chapter 70: Walter Park

She’s in Opera’s group during the Walter park arc! They have fun playing dress up along with the misfit girls.

Chapter 81: Invincible Maiden

Ameri fights a mouse beast during the terrorist attack; Opera observes and compliments her bloodline ability.

When Ameri is discouraged, Opera encourages her, assures her shes quite strong with room to grow and even invites her to be a sort of assistant under them within the Sullivan household. I think this is an extremely high compliment! Opera’s a demon who’s been shown to be very protective of both Sullivan and Iruma, and who finds value and purpose in being able to serve them, so wanting Ameri to work with them shows a lot of respect and admiration toward her ability and person

(She turns down this request but then realizes this would mean she’d be around Iruma so she backtracks its very cute)

Chapter 143: Heartful Cooking Lesson

Opera teaches Iruma and Ameri how to cook after noticing they’re both terrible at it.

Chapter 167: The Sound of Anticipation

This one is small but I think its funny how they both set up to record the Misfits’s performance cuz they both love and support Iruma 110%! And Opera shuffling Ameri’s equipment over implies she’s got the best angle in the house, you could read this as a power move from them jeje.

Chapter 277: Opera-Sensei

When Opera becomes a teacher, they go around the school and greet everyone including Ameri. Ameri’s super excited, and because she values Opera’s strength, asks them to train the student council given they have time for it. I think this is such a sweet example of Ameri’s character; She’s strong, ambitious enough to ask for extra (hard) training, thoughtful enough to value their time and ask in a way thats not demanding. I think it also speaks of her respect toward Opera, who could theoretically be a poor teacher considering they’re new, that she trusts in them so much!

I’m sure theres more tiny bits of them but it’s been a while since I’ve properly read or watched iruma kun.

My thought process is a little scattered but I did wanna mention that I think these two would meet and be good buddies even without Iruma kun’s presence in their lives! Sullivan being the head of Babyls, and Ameri being a top student as well as a child of a 13 crown, I dunno I feel like they would have ended up training together at some point anyway. Probably not with Opera as an offical Babyls teacher, considering they only become one to keep an eye on Iruma, but in some universe where Iruma isnt in the picture and Ameri reaches for the Demon King’s seat yk? a private lesson or two!

Cannot say the same for Mafia AU tho… Iruma’s the reason those two are doing what they’re doing, and I think it’ll be up to him to get them to get along lol.

[itsfuntobeavampiree]

I'm going through a really bad break up right now is it okay if you write slashers comforting reader during breakup? Maybe give some tips to move eon cause it hurts si bad I didn't know someone could feel this hirt

Aw poor you :( hope things get better!<3

Not proof read

Contains: brahms heelshire,OGMichael myers, RZmichael myers, Stu macher, Billy loomis.

Slashers when S/O is going through a breakup

Brahms heelshire

I mean he would try to comfort you but in his head he's so happy because now he can have you too himself! But then his thoughts would be interrupted by your sobbing. 'Poor baby' he thinks

He'll let you cry into his chest while he rubs circles on your back whispering reassuring words. "Shhh it's ok y/n, don't let this break up bring you down"

After like a week and your still sobbing your eyes out in bed and brahms doesn't know what to do because he doesn't know how to care for himself he tries his best to think of an idea to try and make you feel better. He rummages in the kitchen cupboards to make you a nice snack, he goes through the bathrooms to get you tissues and gives you his pillows for extra and his duvet for more comfort. He knocks on your door and waddles in with all the items, you giggle a little before helping him with the stuff. "B-brahms what's all this?" You sniff but he pushes you over to the bed. He lays everything out and lies you down before he himself shuffles in. He hears you cry again and he thinks he failed. "Oh no brahms I'm just crying because this is so sweet" you mumbled as he relaxes and cuddles up to you.

After a week or two you settle down and try to move forward and he's by your side every second of the day. Not much of a change for him though lol.

OG Michael myers

Even though this mans stiff as a board he'll still awkwardly wrap his arms around you.

He'll try his best to reassure you through expressions. As much as he would love to say something he just can't which you understand.

"M-mikey do you think they keft ne because i was clingy!?" You cry into his shoulder, he shakes his head violently and tightens his grip on you.

He tries to distract you after a while by giving you some candy he admits he 'bought' and just sits there when you need a cuddle buddy.

RZ Michael myers

....do...do you want him to kill them for you??? Like what do you want. He just associates everything with murder, if you mention any name even he's asking you if you want the person dead. He's very comforting as you can tell.

He's a bit different to OG, he wouldn't be as tense like if you dive into his arms be sure to be scooped up.

He gives you real stern looks when you start blaming yourself like 'wtf?don't say that!'

Makes you a mask to take your mind off things and it surprisingly helps. After he gives it you become more interested in it and forget what you were crying about.

Stu macher

"Aw damn dude....wanna like watch scary movies or something?" Why was he the first person you thought of telling? Nobody knows but hey if your looking for a good time,HEY! Not sex dipshit, than he's your man.

Would have to er.....go walk his goldfish for a bit so yk....don't look at the news.

"Woah don't worry man! It happens but don't go kicking yourself around about it" he says with a goofy grin while he harshly pats your back like the bro he is.

He would buy a cake mix so you two can just bake and cry cause after all that you'll have something sweet to eat. Think of it as a reward, you let all your problems come crying out and at the end you'll have something edible!

Billy loomis

"Oh really? Who's the dick head who'd breakup with you?" He'd try to playfully flirt but at that moment you'd want nothing to do with love and just angrily stare at him for already hitting on you. He'd scold him self and gives you a well needed hug

"You know...breakups aren't that bad, sometimes they lead into a massive glow up" he'd say proudly thinking he's doing gods work but when you reply with a " Wait you think I need a glow up? Omg maybe that's why they left me I'm so ugly and they were jsut desperate and-" he covers your mouth gently and shakes his head violently realising that between him and stu neither of them and smart when it comes to comforting.

Decides that a nice stroll would clear you mind so he gets you a jacket and shoes and takes you out side. He offers his arm out so you could link arms which you did. Obvs, incase someone you know sees you and you need something to hide you puffed up face.

"Stay here ok?" He says as he walks into a shop and cones out with a slushee just for you and a bag full of goodies for when you get home.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

100: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.9k

Summary: This is your first case back after being released from prison, but are you really ready to come back? Hotch finally catches up with Foyet, and you don't know how much more heartbreak you can take before you break.

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

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: 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.

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"Alright, Foyet has to be in control," Derek says. "He had Haley come to him."

"Where would he take her?" Spencer asks.

"He'd want Hotch to find him, to see where he was, and to see what he did. He said something on that call that told Hotch where to go."

"Reid, what did he say exactly?"

"'Haley's hair looks good dark. She's lost some weight. ... It must be because of all the stress you caused her. ... Where's the little man? Oh, there he is now. ... Do you think he likes Captain America because of you? ... That's your wife on the other line. Hold, please. ... Hi. Open the gate and I'll drive in.'"

"Open the gate?" Rossi asks, confused. "It would be someplace with the biggest emotional impact for Hotch, and Haley has access to the gate."

"It's their house," you say. "You know, where they used to live together. It means the most to Hotch. If he plans on killing her, he wants to taint the good memories Hotch has there."

"She's right," Derek nods. "He wants to take over Hotch's home, to be in control and prove his dominance."

Your team gets into two separate cars but is connected on the phone. Derek calls Hotch and places him on speakerphone.

"Morgan."

"He's going to your house. I'm sending out a full tactical deployment, Hotch."

"I know."

"We're on our way."

Hotch hangs up but Penelope stays on the line.

"Foyet's calling Hotch," Penelope says over the phone.

"Garcia, can you get us on?"

She does and Hotch's voice comes through the car's speaker. Dread creeps up your body because you know what's coming. Death. Death is coming.

"Foyet," Hotch glares.

"Aaron? You're okay?" Haley gasps.

"I'm fine."

"He said that... Oh, Aaron," she sighs.

"He can hear us, right?"

"Yes, I'm so sorry."

"Haley, show him no weakness, no fear."

"I know. Sam told me all about him. Is he, uh--"

"No, Sam is fine.'

"Aaron, Aaron, Aaron. Is that why your marriage broke up? Because you're a liar?" Foyet says from a distance.

He's in the room but he's not right next to the phone.

"Don't listen to him, Haley."

"I have Sam's service phone right here. They sent out a mass text about his death. You can take a look if you want."

"He's trying to scare you."

"Did you even tell her what this was about? About the deal?" Foyet teases.

"He's just trying to make you angry, Haley."

"She should be. She's gonna... d-i-e because of your inflated ego."

He speaks softly when he spells the word 'die' and you can only assume Jack is in the room with them.

"Ignore him, Haley," Hotch urges.

"I'm sure you don't want her to know this part either. All he had to do was stop looking for me and you wouldn't be in this mess."

"Don't react."

"What is he talking about?" Haley gasps.

"Tell Jack I need him working the case."

"What?"

"Tell Jack I need him working the case."

"Jack. Did you hear that?"

There is a shuffle of movement before Jack speaks.

"Hi, Daddy."

The tears fall down your cheeks at the sound of his innocent voice. Foyet is going to kill Haley and then move on to his son because he wants to destroy Hotch.

"Hi, buddy."

"Is George a bad guy?"

"Yes, he is. Jack, I need you on this case with me. Do you understand? I need you to work the case with me."

"Okay, Daddy."

"Jack, hug your mom for me."

You can only assume she does.

"Mommy hug me too tight."

"I'm sorry," Haley smiles tearfully.

"Why are you sad?"

"Oh, I just love you so much."

"Mommy, I gotta go. I'm working the case."

"Okay."

Jack runs off to a different part of the house and she lets her resolve crumble.

"He's so cute. He's like a little junior G-man. I'll be right up, Jackie boy!" Foyet calls after him.

"Is he gone?" Hotch asks.

"Yes."

"You're so strong, Haley. You're stronger than I ever was. I know you didn't sign on for this."

"Neither did you."

"I'm sorry for everything."

"Promise me that you will tell him how we met, and how you used to make me laugh. He needs to know that you weren't always so serious, Aaron. I want him to believe in love because it is the most important thing. You need to show him. Promise me."

"I promise," Hotch cries.

There is a beat of silence before you hear a gunshot. You gasp and cry for the loss of Haley. Hotch's fear and heartbreak are evident over the phone but you're the only one who can feel it on a deeper level. Like you need this. Like you need more on your shoulders. Maybe you shouldn't have come back. Maybe you should look for another job.

When you finally get to Hotch's house, you run inside and see Hotch beating on Foyet's dead body. Derek rushes over to Hotch to stop him, and Hotch cries in Derek's arms.

"Hotch! He's dead, Hotch. Come on, it's over. It's okay, it's over."

Hotch pushes Derek away and climbs the stairs to find Jack. He seems to know where he is hiding. There is a storage bench by the window of his home office that Jack is in. He is unharmed and without a drop of blood on him. You follow him upstairs and see him take Jack out of the storage bench.

"I work the case, Daddy, just like you said," Jack smiles proudly.

"You did a great job, buddy."

"What happened to you, Daddy?"

"I'm okay. I want you to go outside with Ms. Jareau. Okay?"

"Come here, sweetheart," JJ smiles and takes Jack in her arms.

Hotch finds Haley in the master bedroom dead on the ground, and he holds her while sobbing. It's heartbreaking seeing someone you care about go through this. You can't be here. You can't handle this. You leave the house and try to calm your racing heart.

When Chief Strauss heard about what happened here, she wanted the story from everyone without bias so she decided to have a conversation with each and every one of you separately. JJ is the first one in the room and she is nervous so to speak. Strauss presses the button on the recorder to make sure she gets everything documented.

"Please say your name and rank for the record."

"Supervisory Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, communications liaison for the Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico, Virginia."

"How long have you been a member of the BAU?"

"Six years."

"Have you worked under Agent Hotchner the entire time?"

"No, ma'am. I currently report to acting Unit Chief Derek Morgan."

"He took over the unit because Agent Hotchner's ability to lead the team had become compromised, right?"

"I don't believe that's the reason," JJ stutters.

"You have a different opinion?"

"It's not an opinion."

"You have a different understanding?" Strauss rewords her question.

"SSA Hotchner voluntarily stepped down so we could continue to do our jobs unhindered."

"How would you describe Agent Hotchner's recent behavior?"

"Driven."

"Driven? Agent Jareau, your entire team is on the line If I cannot reconcile an adequate account of Agent Hotchner's investigation into George Foyet," Strauss sighs.

"We were all investigating the Reaper. SSA Hotchner was not the only one, especially after he sent us that calling card."

"You mean the newspaper articles he mailed to Karl Arnold?"

"No, we got two letters from two different locations. They ramped us all back up again. I should just start at the beginning. Foyet had done a lot of injury to himself in the original string of killings in an effort to paint himself as a victim and throw us off the investigation. As a result, he became dependent upon a large number of extremely strong medications. We'd been searching the country for patients with that exact prescription combination but we hadn't had any luck."

She tells her version of the events while keeping Hotch in a good light. Strauss doesn't interrupt and lets her talk until she is done. The next person she calls is Penelope who might be more nervous than JJ.

"Would you like some water?"

"No, thank you, ma'am."

"Are you alright?"

"I-I'm just not, uh, comfortable with any of this. It's not okay," she stutters.

"What do you mean?"

"In my opinion, everyone is asking the wrong questions. Doesn't anybody care about what the Reaper did to them? How many people did he hurt? All anyone seems to care about is... This just isn't right," Penelope sighs.

"Do you think that Agent Hotchner was acting agitated or unreasonable?"

"He--No, no, he--He was freaked out about his family. Which, considering what happened, I'd say was perfectly reasonable."

She gives her version of the story which isn't much since she wasn't physically there at all. She only knows what happened over the phone call. Rossi is called in next who doesn't seem to be afraid of Strauss.

"Once the team located George Foyet's potential apartment, why didn't the BAU enter immediately?" Rossi doesn't answer right away. He is doing something on his phone. "Agent Rossi?"

"Hmm?"

"I asked you a question."

"Gold is still going up. Though, knowing when to get out is the trick," he chuckles and puts his phone away.

Strauss turns off the recorder with a huff of frustration.

"What are you doing?"

"What's the point of all this, Erin? Why?"

"So this never happens again."

"There is nothing a bureaucrat can do to make sure that something like this never happens again," Rossi argues.

"So, we just wait for the next bloodbath?" Rossi sighs and Strauss turns the recorder back on. "Why did you wait so long before going to Foyet's apartment?"

"We had to be sure he was there. If we went in and he wasn't, he would know we found him. Of course, the longer we waited, the more time he had to... It was an impossible decision."

"Who made it? Agent Hotchner?"

Rossi begins the story with his version of the event. Derek made the call to go in, not Hotch. Strauss is just looking for an excuse to get Hotch in trouble. Spencer is the next one who is the best person to recall the event exactly how it happened. You've always admired his beautiful mind.

"So, you left for Marshal Kassmeyer's house immediately?" Strauss asks when he tells her the beginning of the story.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Wouldn't that be a job for a tactical team?"

"We felt that it would take too much time to get authorization for another operation."

"We?"

"All of us."

"Don't you mean Agent Hotchner wanted that?"

"No, I mean all of us wanted that. I know what you're thinking, and I agree it would be easy for us to blame him."

"Easy?"

"Yeah. Why not just say it's his fault, and then we can all just forget about it? The problem is, I have an eidetic memory and that's not what happened."

"Do you believe it was Marshal Kassmeyer's fault that Agent Hotchner's family was compromised?"

"Absolutely not."

"You answered that very quickly."

"When you're being tortured, there's no end in sight except giving them what they want."

"Kassmeyer didn't do that?"

"He withstood everything that Foyet had."

"Tell me exactly what happened."

Spencer did. He told her every single detail. Still, that's not enough for her. She wants everyone's viewpoint so the next person in is Emily. You're sitting outside the office with Emily who walks in next. Spencer barely looks at you as he passes by, and you sigh.

"Are we really doing this, Spencer?" you ask.

He doesn't respond.

"Agent Prentiss. We understand that Agent Hotchner managed to separate himself from the rest of the team."

"He didn't manage to do that. When Marshal Kassmeyer was in the ambulance--"

"Agent Hotchner volunteered to ride along," Strauss cuts her off.

"To get answers before he lost consciousness."

"Why didn't you go with him?"

"It didn't seem necessary."

"Did he tell you that?"

"Is that what you're looking for? A way to blame this on him? What good could that possibly do?" Emily gasps.

"Agent Hotchner was looking for an opportunity to separate himself from the team and he found one."

"That isn't true."

"He was desperate and he didn't want someone with a clear head to stop him."

"Is there a question in there somewhere?" Emily glares.

"Tell me what happened while Agent Hotchner was in the ambulance."

"We contacted the U.S. Marshals. They said Haley was in the wind. She had dumped her cell phone so there was no way to track her."

"How did Agent Hotchner react to that news?"

She tells her version of the story in less detail than Spencer did. She wants to protect Hotch so she makes him seem like a victim in all this. Derek is called in next which makes sense because she wants you to be last. You're the one with the problems. You're the one who went to jail. She'll look to you to blame Hotch for what happened.

"After what happened to Kassmeyer, you still didn't know where Foyet was?"

"The phone belonged to a U.S. Marshal. It was designed to bounce between towers so we could not pinpoint his location."

"So, Agent Hotchner was driving around aimlessly?"

"No. He wasn't. We had Foyet's profile and we knew if we followed it, we would know where he took Hotch's family." He tells her exactly what happened, but he can't tell her what happened in the house after Haley was shot. "I don't know what happened after that."

"Thank you. You're dismissed."

Derek leaves the room with a sigh, leaving you to go in next. You take a deep breath and walk inside the room, and Strauss crosses her arms to show her dominance. God, she can be such a headache sometimes.

"Would you like something to drink?" she offers.

"No, thank you."

"I have heard this story six different times. Am I going to hear it a seventh?"

"Do you want to hear it a seventh?"

"Look, all I'm doing is getting an accurate account of the events regarding Agent Hotchner and George Foyet."

"Well, I don't know how much good I can do. This is my first case back."

"Yes, I know. I'd like to talk about your prison time."

"How is that related to what happened?" Strauss opens her mouth to answer but you shake your head. "No, I'm going to stop you right there. Me being in prison doesn't have anything to do with this, and you know it."

"I'm just trying to--"

"I know what you're trying to do," you cut her off. "I was there when Foyet first popped up. I was there when he stabbed Hotch and left him to die. I'm here now. Don't you dare try to pin this on him when you know damn well this isn't his fault. That man had been taunting Hotch for over a year. How would you have wanted him to react?

"What if it were you, and your husband and kids were targeted by a serial killer? Would you have reacted with reason and logic?" Straus can't seem to say anything to you. Partly because she wants to see where you're going to take this and partly because she is shocked. "Just because you don't like Hotch or like how he handles this team doesn't make him bad at his job. He's the best boss I've ever had and he's a damn good person, too. He takes care of this team in ways you'll never understand. 

"If you want to get rid of Hotch so badly, and it looks to me that you do, then tell him to leave. Don't try and blame him for his wife's death. What he did was in self-defense. Foyet was going to kill him. Hotch did nothing wrong, and me and my personal problems have nothing to do with this." Strauss' face hardens a bit. "Look, I truly mean no disrespect and I'm not trying to get fired, but I'll stand by Hotch and his decisions every single time. He never does anything without thinking about every possibility."

Strauss doesn't need to hear the events a seventh time, not when everyone else said the same thing. Knowing you're not welcome here anymore, you leave the meeting room and pass Hotch in the hallway. He makes eye contact with you but doesn't say anything. He walks into the room knowing he might not have a job after it.

He gives her his version of events which is more emotional than everyone else's versions.

"There was nothing I could do for her. She was already..."

Strauss has Haley's file with her so she picks it up and scans it quickly.

"She died fairly quickly. One of the wounds severed her aorta, and they don't think that she--" She looks up and sees the pain in Hotch's eyes. "They don't think she suffered much. Agent Hotchner, what do you think would have happened if George Foyet had gotten up from that floor? If you didn't kill him?"

"I don't have to think. I know he would have tried to kill my son, too."

"That's good enough for me." She turns off the recorder. As much as she hates to admit it, you're right. Hotch is a damn good Unit Chief. "Agent Hotchner. I'm so sorry for your loss. If you or your son need anything..."

"Thank you," he whispers.

Everyone goes home with heavy hearts and headaches over today's events. Spencer still isn't talking to you which is only adding to the stress and pain you already have. He still sleeps in the same bed as you but he is acting like you murdered someone. You hope that things will be better in the morning so you go to bed early.

However, you wake up with a gasp in the middle of the night. Your side of the bed is covered with your sweat but Spencer isn't up. No, you're not going to let this ruin your life. You're not going to let it control you.

Huh, what a lie that is.

"So much of what is best in us is bound up in our love of family that it remains the measure of our stability because it measures our sense of loyalty." - Poet Daniel Long

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ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD: Winnie HCs?

BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU

Ok- so ok- I'm excited I'm gona go off prompt a bit because he's my second favorite character in the show and it's wonderful.

One thing I'd like to state for the record, in most of my aus he's actually a good guy. Or a good man in a bad situation. There are a few exceptions. Yluid Winnie is definitely not a protagonist and he's probably committed a lot of violence in the hero au- and you know what!

Because my Winnie head cannons change depending on the au I'm just going to talk about all my different versions of him!

To learn from the tragedies: what? He's in that au!? Yes<3. Not until book two but he comes into play. Sara basically has to build this like full out summoning circle and bam! They have Carlos back on their side. But not fully. I haven't decided where he lies in terms of memories yet but I know he's going to be a pain to everyone no matter who's side he's on.

Shattered dreams: SD LORE IN 2024!??! yes. Sd!Winnie is so special to me guys he commits unethical sciences, he falls from the celling, he tears out peoples worst insecurities, he hates him self, he has the largest ego, he's just a guy, he's the biggest threat these guys have ever faced, he'll try to be nice to one set of kids but the second they get out of hand give up trying. He's so- just imperfect. If I were to have finished the fic he would have eventually been swayed over, likely for a silly and dumb reason but ends being a super valuable ally in the final battle and what not.

Swap au: NOT the shuffle au, the skating in silence one. It's never mentioned but in that au Carlos takes the place of alison. I find this to be the funny thing known to man. Imagine, your savior, your light as your dying,the one who's guarding and protecting souls with an incomprehensible power. AND ITS CARLOS NICHOLSON. even funnier if wiatts the main protagonist and nearly died only to have his grandfather next to him like "get up kid! We still have work to do! I didn't raise you to die you idiot! Are you going to save your Twink or not?!!" Idk I find it just- harious I'm sorry -

I will make them create my world: he's uh- he's the Brights royal advisor of War. (Did I do this just so I could make Owen a general......no- shut up- don't look at my other hyper fixation)

Buried masks: ohhhh this one's fun. Uhm. You'll see him around. He's a doctor in this au. Really good friends with Litho, they like go golfing together. Knows the main cast pretty well. Buddies with Eric, teases founder trio and wiatt, gives the kids 15 dollar gift cards on their birthdays and has the best Halloween candy, he always gets full sized candy bars. Uhmmm yep. And he doesn't do anything morally wrong or questionable at all ever. Nope why would you say that about him. Accusing him of horrifically preforming inhumane procedures on kids in order to save his grandson?!? Pfff- what- ha! Never...... Don't ask where the supplies keeps going.

Superhero au: haven't fully developed him yet, he's a retired villain. Rich and has beef with Damien. (Everyone has beef with Damien in this au.) Probably the owner of whatever company Wiatt works for and is sort of in the background that people go to for funding or just to reference past villains. i think his powers had something to do with cameras. haven't entirely decided because it hasn't come up yet.

Steven Universe au: Hesssssssssss participating in evil experiments again. Hes Saras pearl but also just, actually enjoys the messed-up sciences and doing the test and experiments. he likes being her assistant. he likes the power that comes with it. he just helps her with the smaller finer details on her works and so, Acrimony's and Damien have a lot of trauma form in. He probably played a role in some of the triplet's issues as well just from being mean. but overall he's just sort of a threat to get around.

Super-Secret Oc Au/ Mine and Dangers au: So consider chat, Carlos Nicholson and Carly Gale forming a toxic, slightly dependent relationship after a lot of stuff goes down. Did Winnie kill her loved ones and then....not tell the truth about it? yes. Did he also by accident end up providing her comfort and helped her grieve though it? yes. he tried to help her. she just.....kept asking questions in the wrong direction and now their both upset because Winnie was finally able to have someone not hates him and understand that his hand is being forced here. Anyway, Carly stole his house and now lives in the abandoned arcade building and uses Winnie to help get information on how to handle the dreamworld situation. (The only reason Carly isn't Dead is because Vivian is instead) Winnies relationship with Norman in this au is also fantastic and deserves a shout out, i nearly wrote out a one-shot scene from this au about Norman and Morris and angst between them but it ended up spiraling into Norman and Winnie Nonsense and then i didn't want to write the original idea anymore because they were too silly. AND HIM AND DOT. OH BOY I DONT KNOW IF I WANT TO GET INTO THAT RIGHT NOW BECUASE THATS ITS WHOLE THING AND YEAH. I'll let Theater explain that one if you're curious. You'll live until i die, and other canon typical one shots: i try to follow canon for these but i think i make him ever so slightly meaner, but not in a...like evil way? more in a game host or like a dramatic way. he uses more insults than actions. but is also just not able to be taken seriously at points. One of my favorite times ive ever written him is a scene in YLUID between just him and ben and he has one single piece of information he needs, but physically cannot help himself from being as cryptic and threating as possible to the point it nearly completely backfires and the thing hes trying not reveal gets revealed. the best way i can describe this interaction is Winnie rolling three nat ones in a row while trying to have a conversation and its hilarious. Also in that au he does actually get defeated and beat up! he is so pathetic <3

Anyway, i think that's Winnie. that's my guy! i have a key chain of him and a friend....Void, who was the asker of this wonderful comment. Painted him for me that i have hung up in my room because i think he is one of the funniest failures of all time and he has a special place in my heart for that.