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The Avengers: Dance with Death
This blog post is about a first series episode of The Avengers which no longer exists. It has been recorded as audio by Big Finish but this post is based on the original script here: https://www.dissolute.com.au/the-avengers-tv-series/series-1/112-dance-with-death.html where there is also an episode synopsis.
Back to April 15th, 1961, when this episode was first broadcast. It feels like it's a long time ago in all sorts of ways - the episode refers to old money and old phone numbers which are long gone, and of course is from the early days of the show before it became the wild thing it did towards the end of the decade. I think you could probably also say that the plot reaches back in time even before the 1960s in some ways - it is essentially a straightforward detective story about a murderer who is working his way through the staff of a dancing academy. On the face of it this is therefore a rather pedestrian story.
Except it isn't. How it isn't. I hadn't read this one before and I loved it as soon as I started reading.
The original blurb in the TV Times summarised it as 'A corpse in a bath and Keel and Steed go ballroom dancing in an attempt to save the next victim'. Apart from the suggestion that Keel and Steed were dancing with each other (they weren't), if you replace the name Keel with the name Peel, this immediately sounds exactly like a later episode and you would just know some crazy stuff would be going on. This summary was actually the first thing that attracted my attention to this episode, because it makes it sound so much like Quick, Quick, Slow Death from series 4: 'A corpse in a pram and Peel and Steed go ballroom dancing in an attempt to save the next victim', type thing.
Of course being an early episode it's not quite as wild as the later ones, but we do have all the hallmarks. One of the striking things is how Steed really doesn't treat Keel very well, which is indeed how he treats all his opposites in the early shows. He is particularly delighted after Keel loses his scarf at the dance school and as a result is one of the suspects for murder. He treats it as if it's hilarious. Let me tell you that in those scenes if the dialogue was much more brittle it would be by EF Benson or Noel Coward, and in fact they do feel very much like Mapp and Lucia sparking off against each other. This dialogue is an aspect of the show which I hadn't even thought of before.
Elsewhere Steed is recognisably the Steed we know and love, joking away as he pretends to sign on to learn to dance at the school. There is also a magnificent scene where he bores holes through a bathroom door to see if the woman inside is ok, with the porter protesting all the time and obviously thinking he was spying on her. As I suppose in one way he was.
In the trivia on the Dissolute site linked above there is the magnificent detail that Steed comments on how Keel's surgery has been redecorated, and this was actually because they'd had a new set to go with the new ABC franchise - a detail which would be completely missed by the people who'd never seen the show before!
This is not a criticism because this show is a delight from start to finish but it can be slightly difficult to follow both the original script and the synopsis purely because the plot is obviously intended to set up different suspects for who the murderer is, and of course we are not seeing the characters. I haven't heard the Big Finish reconstruction.
An excellent first series Avengers, with some hints as to what was going to come later in the show.
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Radio Free Skaro #932 - The Dark Crystal
Radio Free Skaro #932 - The Dark Crystal - Paul McGann spinoff? (No!) - Missing episodes returned? (No!!) - #DoctorWho news deluge! (Yes!!!)
http://traffic.libsyn.com/freyburg/rfs932.mp3 Download MP3 Another week, another absolute deluge of Doctor Who news has buried the Three Who Rule in minutiae. Amongst the highlights are The Star Beast news, Steven Moffat absolutely dominating a Best Of poll in DWM, the name of the Christmas Special being nonchalantly announced by Disney , Ncuti Gatwa looking dapper as usual in British GQ, andâŚ
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#BBC Four#bbc one#BBC Radio#BFI#Big Finish#Blu-ray#Build-A-Bear#Disney+#doctor who#doctor who magazine#DVD#GQ#Merchandise#Missing Believed Wiped#Missing Episodes#Ncuti Gatwa#Paul McGann#Peter Davison#Pull to Open#Red Dwarf#Revenge of the Cybermen#Royal Television Society#Season 20#Simon Guerrier#Steven Moffat#The Box of Delights#The Church of Ruby Road#The Daleks#The Star Beast
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"but there is nothing more beautiful and terrifying than innocence."
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#n harmonia#natural harmonia gropius#pokemon#pokemon black and white#fanart#myart#doodle#can't believe they dropped the rawest line of the century in a mainline pokemon game. unova remakes when??#for context one of my friends sent me a video of this trend w/ kvh and it made me think of N so here we are#me the whole time drawing this: please don't let me fall back into my N phase please don't let me fall back into my N phase-#but yeah i haven't drawn him in like what. almost 10 years?? and i'm really proud of how the 2nd piece turned out#younger minty would be so happy i can draw him prettily now lol#also (not so new) trivia drop: did you know g.hetsis' hydreigon has a moveset that can singlehandedly wipe N's party??#i only just recently found this out and it has horrifying implications#anyway!! tldr i love and missed my boy so i drew him ^^
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what's great about the brain damage that i got from watching this show at a crucial time in my development is that it never really goes away. it'll lay dormant for months sure but it gets activated so easily like a sleeper cell and then all of a sudden i'm on netflix dot come slash shameless and i see ian and i'm like OUGHHHHHH -100 health
#in this case the trigger was in fact the ao3 top ships bracket đ#i was just like oh my god... my BOYS#i can't believe that oversaturation of content and bad writing from s11 ever made me even slightly annoyed with them#enough time has passed that i am at peace <3 just completely wiped everything i don't like from my mind#they're so everything . nobody's ever done it like them#evil worm in my brain : you should rewatch seasons 4 and 5#also the fiona and lip of it all. OUGHHHH i miss them
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Do you believe there's godlike beings that play into phenomenons such as rock furnace?
I certainly think anything is possible under the right conditions.
Sounds like a hell of a specific thing to ask, and I admit now I'm kinda curious what lead to the question?
What are your beliefs in godlike beings anon? What are your theories?
-Yuuma
#yuuma answers asks#I admit I do feel like to me it very much has a hand of god kind of feel#but whether or not i still believe in the uppity Christian fuck is something i havent decided yet#i certainly think it had to be a hell of a fuckin thing to wipe out an entire population without it spreading to nearby cities like disease#maybe chemical warfare but i dont see a cause#it feels like Im missing a bigass piece of the puzzle here and it pisses me off#issac drop your two cents please before i go on a rant
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Hey again, orchid anon here! Thanks for the wishes, though now I'm going to have a harder time going to sleep đ¤ I must have fallen behind, there's a bathhouse leak for ALoN?? What is this! đłďż˝ďż˝ďż˝đŤŁ I only knew of the cave leak? Is there something I'm missing? Help!! I'd love to know!
Anon!!! You know in EP5, they walk out of the bathhouse, and then randomly the next scene Zhang Ping is weirdly nervous and reads his book upside-down (we still don't have a clue what happened between them, rumour says Lan Jue walked in on them taking a bath).
In the leak, it shows Zhang Ping and Chen Chou in the bathhouse and the uncle talks about his mutton soup which matches up to this dialogue when they leave:
(Come to mine for mutton soup)
It's been cut to shreds and we are out here trying to piece it together pepesilvia.gif
This video was initially released on Weibo by @č´ćčż˝ĺ§é
ą which is now removed. There's literally no traces of it left on Weibo anymore. I ended up finding it on Bilibili again luckily.
I've quickly translated it, it's a bit trash but you get the idea what they said.
In the last episode we see Chen Chou looking out for the old couple, it's clear that Zhang Ping and Chen Chou had a close relationship with them. It's a shame this subplot got cut out (ďźâ˛â`)
So you're telling me we are allowed to watch Lan Jue take a bath but not Zhang Ping and Chen Chou OK
#ask#anon#anon if i wasnt on weibo at the right time i wouldve probably missed this/ the video was circulating on weibo literally few days ago#cant believe the whole thing got wiped out on weibo like it never existed đ if you type junzimeng bathhouse nothing comes up#a league of nobleman#ĺĺç
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Someone kill me I woke up way earlier than I shouldâve and I have a sad lyric stuck in my head
#when you find an old picture of us#would you wipe away the dust#I hope you miss me sometimes#when you see a frame that reminds you of me#would you remember the times#the times we believed#(bangs head on table)#yea I know cocain Jesus is like one of their more popular songs but it hits rlly hard#just like my head on that table (HAH funny. Iâm crying)
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Happy to announce I pulled Ophilia today and now after so long my Octo Champions team is perfect
#octopath champions#octopath cotc#this is so dumb and so niche#but ive wanted this for MONTHS#BYE MILLARD#i still miss menno though#cant believe octo gave us a character that uses they them but then kept them only in the gacha game#i say fully not surprised#and if anything just surprised we got ONE CHARACTER#I used menno for so long#they singlehandedly won me the end of the pardis fight#only one left standing when the team revival spot finally kicked in#but they were my only non five star#took me forever to get a 5 cleric jfc#now i have a couple but ophilias my first revive skill#now to finally kill tatloch#ive been putting off this fight so long it kept wiping me so quickly#got heathcote too and third awakening nicola second therion and normal vi#so bye shields
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#ugh- got that horrible insecure 'everyone probably hates me/finds me annoying' feeling despite having no reason to believe that blehhhh#I only managed three threads and I'm wiped#I'm sorry guys - I know it's probably frustrating that it takes me fucking MONTHS to get a reply done#I've been behind for a WHILE but I s2g when I catch up that I'm gonna stay on top of things#I used to be able to do like 10+ replies a day when I was younger mannnn I miss those days#where tf has my focus gone good lord#realistically I'm probably just projecting my frustration towards myself but STILL-#knowing smth and feeling it are entirely different beasts ig >.>#ooc || the birb speaks#negativity cw#tbd
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I miss tomahawk so bad bestie why did you leave me like that?
#mostly I just don't believe he even existed because my fucking brain constantly wipes all my memories including those of him#I'm glad we adopted him even if I knew it would happen like this even if I knew that he'll be gone so soon I'd still adopt him#he deserved to be loved he deserved everything he was such a pure little soul#never hurt me in his life#even when he was scratching me w his claws he didn't#I fucking adored him he was the best#damn will it hurt less in some time? I don't think so#he deserved all the love and I hate myself for not always finding the time to play w him#or when I shouted at him when I was busy w my homework and he meowed at me because he wanted to play#damn I was a fool because all those artworks I did for class they are nothing#if only I could go back and play with him instead of doing that fucking homework#I will forever miss him#tomahawk.101.n
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BETTER THAN YOUR BOYFRIEND! â JJK MEN
SYNOPSIS...what happens when your boyfriend cheats on you and you look towards your best friend for help
INFO...jjk men (toji, gojo, geto, nanami) x fem!reader, reader gets cheated on, riding, sending a video to your ex, oral (f!receiving), car sex, kinda cute/some fluff in the beginning, pet names (doll, princess, baby, sweetheart), creampie, possessiveness, choking, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
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TOJI
When you showed up on Tojiâs doorstep in the middle of the night with tears pouring down your face he was more than ready to kill whoever made your cry. He wasnât surprised when you told him your shitty boyfriend had cheated on you and not with just one girl but multiple. Toji never liked your boyfriend, he could tell that guy was up no to good from the start, reading him like a book. Heâd be sure to beat the shit out of him once he helped you gain composure.
âIâm sorry for showing up so late,â you hiccuped as he wiped your tears.
âDonât worry about it, doll. You know Iâm always here for you.â He gave you a soft smile. Toji hated to see you this way, you were too pretty to be crying over some guy who looked like he crawled from the sewers. âThat guy was a piece of shit. You deserve better.â
âBut, every guy Iâve been with or tried to be with has done me so wrong!â It only made more tears spill from your eyes. Toji engulfed you in a hug, rubbing your back. âToji?â You sniffled.
âYeah?â He pulled away from you, wiping your tears again.
âKiss me. Right now,â you demanded. You had to see for yourself if what youâve been feeling these last couple of weeks was absolutely true. Toji had zero clue, but youâve been thinking about him way too much, more than a best friend should, feeling more than a best friend should. And when he planted his lips on yours, cupping your face, kissing you like a starved man, you didnât quite expect your tears of sadness to be turned into tears of pleasure.
âNnngh, Toji!â You moaned, his fat tip rubbing against your g-spot with each thrust of his hips. Your arms clung around his neck, fingers resting in his black silky hair.
âCanâtâmmm, fuckâbelieve heâd cheat on you! His fucking loss!â He growled in your ear, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, hugging you close to him. Your pussy clenched down around him, milking him for his every worth, juices dripping down his length and onto his balls. âSo tight, dollâoh shit!â He grunted. Lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room, echoing off the walls around you. âBeen wanting you forever, craving you.â
Your brows furrow in pleasure, barely able to contain your moans as you and Toji stare into each others eyes. âM-me too!â You whimper, nodding your head at him. You lips messily interlock, tongue gliding against one another, swallowing each others moans.
âLetâs show him what heâs missing, baby.â He smirks, reaching for your phone on the couch. His thrusts come to a stop, clicking on your now ex boyfriendâs contact and opening the camera to record a video. âGo nice and slow for me,â he says huskily.
Slowly, you move your hips up and down his thick shaft, whimpering when you feel him throb against your walls. Toji angles the camera up, a devious look in his eye. He moves it back down when you start to move faster, you sloppy pussy squelching when you slam your hips down on his. Toji slaps your ass a few times before grabbing it, guiding your hips to go slower once again. âThatâs it, doll. Good fucking girl,â he lowly chuckles in your ear. Toji ends the video, sending it and tossing the phone to the side.
âI canât believe we actually did that,â you giggle, biting down on your lip. Not even one minute passed before your phone began ringing, vibrating on the couch but you were too busy getting your brains fucked out to even notice. âAh, youâre so deep,â you mewl, the curve of his dick making your back arch.
âBetter get used to it cause we wonât be stopping anytime soon.â He placed a wet kiss on your neck, sloppily thrusting into your poor pussy. âYouâre my girl now.â Heâs slamming your hips back down on his cock, fucking you deeply, making sure every inch of him is coated in your juices. He quickly pulls out, jerking his cock before thick globs of cum coat your skin before heâs inserting himself back inside your dripping entrance. Neither of you noticing the five missed calls and fifteen unread texts from your ex.
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GOJO
As soon as you called Gojo crying, he basically teleported to your house. When he learned that your boyfriend had cheated on you and you kicked him out, he was the least bit shocked. For the past month youâve told Gojo that your boyfriend has been acting off, and finally the truth came to light.
âIâm so sorry,â he frowned, rubbing the top of your head as you cried into his chest. It hurt Gojo to see you like this, constantly seeing you get hurt by these shitty guys who didnât know any better. He had a massive crush on for the longest time and heâs always been afraid to say anything. Heâd treat you better, treat you the way youâve always deserved.
âI just donât it, Toru! Is it me? Did I do something wrong?â You frowned.
âNo, no! Itâs not you all! Youâre absolutely perfect. Heâs a fucking asshole for not seeing that sooner. Youâre kind, funny, smart, and beautiful. Youâre everyoneâs dream girl, y/n.â It may have sounded like he was only trying to be nice, but in reality he was speaking from his heart.
âAwe, Toru, thank you,â you giggled through your tears. Gojo looked at you few seconds, the most sincere expression written on his face.
So how, in only a few minutes, did he make you go from giggling to moaning like bitch in heat?
âFeel better, princess?â He mumbles against your cunt, sucking on your swollen and sensitive clit. âPlease tell me you feel better,â he whines.
âToruâmmph! Whatâsâah! Oh my god!â He slides his long, slender fingers into your sopping hole, pumping them in and out, curling them up slightly. Your jaw falls slack at the way his tongue expertly explores your folds, licking up every last drop of your essence. Your hand clings to his fluffy white hair, his hands pushing your legs open each time they threat to close around his head.
âTaste so good, princess. Just like I imaginedâmmm,â he moans at your delectable taste, ignoring the way your squirming in his hold and clenching around his fingers as your second orgasm approaches. His captivating eyes flutter open to look at you, watching the way you lose yourself on his tongue. He could tell your boyfriendâex boyfriend has never pleasured you like this before, let alone made you cum.
âFuck!â You gasp. âFeels so goodâhah, shit! Toruuu!â You cry out, legs quivering when the tip of his tongue runs back and forth over your clit.
âPromise me something, yeah?â He moves his fingers in and out of your sloppy hole slowly, bringing you right on the edge. âBe mine? Iâll treat you so good, princess. Been wanting to for the longest time, god, youâre so fucking perfect. Please?â He presses soft kisses to your thighs that make your breath hitch.
âYouâre confessing now?!â You chuckle, trying to catch your breath.
Gojo smiles up at you. âIs that a yes?â He quirks a brow. He presses the pads of his fingers against your g-spot massaging slowly.
âAh,â you bite down on your lip, âyouâre no fair!â You run your fingers through his hair. âItâs a yessssuhh.â Youâre barely able to get the word out before he dips his head between your legs again, his wet tongue circling your clit. âShit, shit, shit, Iâm cumming again!â Your head is thrown back as your entire body shakes with pleasure.
âThank you, princess,â Gojo murmurs.
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NANAMI
Nanami noticed you havenât been yourself for the past couple of days and he didnât dare to ask but he had a feeling it had something to do with that obnoxious and egotistical boyfriend of yours. It always had something to do with him no matter what. He didnât think of it when you asked him if you can come over and watch a movie, but not even five minutes in the door you start explaining everything. You didnât cry, just talked and talked about it, venting about the situation. He was glad to be an ear. Heâll always be here to help.
âIâm just so frustrated and I hate feeling this way!â You rolled your eyes.
âMaybe you need to deal with it in other ways rather than venting,â he suggested.
âLike what? Drinking my problems away? Iâd rather not.â You shook your head, waving your hand in dismissal.
What didnât cross your mind was the fact your best friend was talking about having you bent over, fucking you into the mattress. âK-Ken! F-fuck!â Your eyes squeeze shut when he thrusts his hips harder, the tip of his swollen cock pressing into your sweet spot.
His thick fingers squeeze into your plush skin, pulling you back onto his cock. He leans over next to your ear, breath fanning against your skin sweaty skin. âHe doesnât know how to handle a woman like you. Not like I do.â He peppers kisses down your back, a contrast of you screaming his name.
Your walls squeeze around him at his words, your pussy somehow growing wetter than it already was, creating a sloppy and sticky mess where you two met. Your hands grasped the sheets below. âYes, Ken, handle me, show me you can handle me!â You grit your teeth, looking back at him.
A feral growl escapes his throat, blonde hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. He reaches a hand down, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushes your head into the mattress, the sound of skin to skin slapping against each other growing constant as he fucks your hard and deep with such a grueling pace. âI can handle you, sweetheart,â he chuckles deeply. âBetter than your boyfriend.â He licks his lips.
âMmmâah, yes!â You laugh with a smile. âEx.â Youâre quick to correct.
âWho gives a fuck what he isâhah, shit, sweetheart, gripping me so damn tight.â Heâs so focused on the way your ass ripples against his hips, addicted to how warm and wet your cunt is. It was hypnotizing. Your jaw hung open, eyes rolled back, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth and onto the bed below you. Each rut of his hips had you going stupid, barely able to think.
Successfully, you can say that his method of dealing with your problems has worked better than you couldâve imagined. âFeel so good inside me! Donât stop!â You cry out, voice wavering. The stretch of his cock against your gummy walls had you craving more. So much more to the point you wanted to feel all of him. âCum in me.â Youâre bitting down your lip so hard youâre afraid youâll draw blood.
Those three words have Nanamiâs eyes wide in excitement. His body runs hot, your words making the blood rush straight to his pulsating cock. âD-donât say stuffâmmphâlike that,â he grunts.
âI thought you could handle me?â Youâre smirking, playing with fire. His rough hands grip onto your hips harder, hard enough to leave bruises. Each thrust of his ragged hips shoots bolts of pleasure through your core.
His brows furrow in concentration, grunts and growls mixing in with your moans as his abs tense up, body jolting forward as his sloppily thrusts into your greedy hole. âI can handle you better than anyone else and you know it!â His hand swats your ass, a loud smack cracking in the air. âNngh, shit!â Before he knows it, his tip kisses your cervix, pulling you back on his cock as his hot cum paints your walls.
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GETO
When you told Geto about your boyfriend cheating on you, he knew youâd needed to be comforted despite what you said. So he planned a day just for you to do your favorite things in attempts to take your mind off of things, but he could see that you were still thinking about it deep down. The both of you sat in the car, watching over the city lights while music quietly played on the radio. The orange sunset casted a hue over the world, shining brightly.
âIâm sorry I just canât get it out of my head.â You pout, fiddling with your fingers. âI appreciate you doing this, Suguru.â
âOf course, y/n. Itâs the least I could do.â He gave a half smile, caressing your back.
âIt just keeps replaying over and over in my head,â you shut your eyes, âI hate it. Nothing takes my mind off of it no matter what!â You ran your hand over your face, slouching in the passenger seat.
âWell, thereâs something we havenât tried yet.â Geto raised a brow, shrugging his shoulders.
âWhat?â You asked, confused.
Minutes later your knees are to your chest, the sheer force of his hips rocking your body into the seat of the car. Strands from his messy bun cling to his forehead, sweat dripping between the divots of his abs. His calloused hand presses down on your lower abdomen, the pad of his thumb reaching down to rub your neglected clit. âSugu!â You cry out, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.
The car shakes with his feral and animalistic thrusts, the curve of his cock finding your sweet spot, knocking the breath out of you. Youâre panting and gasping, clawing at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. âCome on, baby, you can do it.â His lips quirk up into a smirk, his hand reaching out, slipping his fingers into your mouth to suck on. âLet it all go for me.â He moves at a rapid pace, your eyes rolling back and your body going limp, hands falling to your sides.
He removes his fingers from your mouth, his hands gliding down to your throat, fingers ghosting over your skin before he carefully wraps his hand around it, gripping it firmly. âIâll make you forget everything about him. You want that, donât you? Fill that pretty little head of yours with nothing else but me.â His sultry words send shivers down your spine. A devilish chuckle escapes from him when he feels you flutter around his throbbing length. âNnngh,â he plants a wet kiss on your jaw, âcum for me.â
âFuck, fuck, fuck! Iâm cumming!â You scream, eyes widening at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. âYes, yes!â You squeal, legs shaking as he continues to rub your clit, dragging every last bit of your orgasm out of you.
His heavy balls slap against your ass at a rough pace, threatening to spill his seed inside of you. âWant to mark you, show that asshole who youâve always belonged to!â Sinful eyes stare back at you.
Fat tears roll down your cheeks. âIâm yours! Iâm y-yours! Ahh!â He puts more pressure on your clit, your body jolting, squirming beneath him.
âHah, fuck, baby!â He moans, jaw falling open as he tosses his head back. He clenches his jaw, grunting as he keeps the same fervent tempo. He watches the way your filthy pussy clings to him so tightly, your juices forming a ring at the base of his cock, creating a sticky, slimy mess. His thrusts grow hasty, hungry for his orgasm, itching to see you coated in his cum.
He bullies his cock into your cunt, snarling and moaning at how rapidly his orgasm was nearing. He pulled out of you with a drawn out moan and instinctively your soft hand wrapped around his cock, pumping him until you felt warm cum drip onto your stomach.
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Co Parents To Lovers Again (part 2)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader
Warnings: fluff (smut in the next part)
part 1
It's been three days since the unfortunate misunderstanding with Charles and you haven't heard from him at all since.
You were overthinking the whole situation that happened on Sunday and couldn't come to any proper conclusion. At the same time, you were sad because he thought you would bring someone else into your bed, even though it wasn't your shared bed anymore, but you couldn't believe that he thought so little of you after all the years you'd spent together.
And yet on the other hand, you were thinking like any woman, you were glad that he was jealous and that the very thought of someone replacing him bothered him because that only meant he wasn't over you and that he still wanted to make things right between you two. Basically, you were torn between your brain and your heart once again and it was just a matter of what would prevail between the two this time.
Even though deep down you knew you couldn't fight yourself. You broke up over some disagreements that when you look at things more closely weren't worth destroying your relationship and your little family. You were both stubborn, he was a little too possessive, you were lacking in understanding, parenting, you spent most of your time alone with Lou and everything came together and exploded.
Now that you look back on the whole year you spent without him, you know that as hard as it is sometimes to be with him, it's ten times harder to be without him. You realize that you both made a rash decision, but then again maybe it had to happen only to make you realize how much you need each other in every way possible.
It's Wednesday night and while you're preparing tonight's dinner and tomorrow's lunch, Lou is sitting at the dining room table drawing. Soon your cooking is interrupted by the ringing of your phone on the kitchen island. A strange feeling comes over you as you wipe your hands on a dish towel and look at your phone only to see Charles' name on the screen.
You want to answer the phone, but you don't want the conversation to end in an argument so before you pick up the phone, you take a deep breath and try to calm down and strengthen your voice so it doesn't sound shaky.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me." He says it in a completely normal, calm tone and you're grateful for that.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Umm, I'm leaving tomorrow for the race so I was wondering if you could put Lou on the facetime so I can see her since I won't be able to have her for the weekend?" He asks.
"Sure, just let me switch to facetime."
Once you did, Charles face appeared on the screen and he smiled when he saw yours too. You tried to hide the blush on your face and quickly walked over to Lou putting the phone in front of her.
"Baby, daddy wants to talk to you" You said setting the phone in front of her and leaving them alone to talk.
Since the kitchen and dining room were connected, you went back into the kitchen and could hear everything the two of them were saying. You didn't want to eavesdrop, but you kinda did.
"Hey, daddy!" Lou exclaimed excitedly.
"Mon ange, what are you doing?"
"I'm drawing and-and mommy is cooking" She says.
"Yeah? What are you drawing?"
"I'm drawing you in a red car. See" She says putting up the paper in front of the camera for him to see.
"Good job, baby. It looks great!"
"It's for you, I will give it to you when you come get me" She says forgetting that she won't be spending the weekend with him.
"Thank you, baby, but unfortunately we won't be together this weekend because papa has to work, but we'll see each other next week, okay?"
"Oh.." She pouts.
"Don't be sad, we'll see each other very soon, okay? I miss you so much and I'm thinking of you all the time."
Your heart is completely softened by his words and the immeasurable amount of love he has for your daughter.
"I miss you too, daddy"
"Okay, baby. I'll talk to you soon, I love you."
"Bye, I love you too." She says waving her hand as he blows her a kiss.
You watch her from afar and see how her mood immediately changed when she heard that she wouldn't be seeing him. Shaken by emotions, you move closer to her and squat down next to her.
"What's wrong, bug?" You ask her.
She doesn't look at you but frowns looking down at drawing on the paper in front of her.
"I miss papa" She says, hear eyes filled with tears.
"Can I tell you a little secret?" You say and she nods. "I miss papa too." You whisper making her look at you.
"Would you like to watch him race this weekend?"
"You mean on the TV?" She asks.
"No, I mean how about we go and see him?" You suggest and her eyes light up.
"Really?!"
"Would you like that?"
"Yes, yes! And I can give him this!" She says excitedly and you chuckle at how sweet she is.
"Then we have a deal. Now, finish up your drawing and go wash your hands because dinner is almost ready okay?"
"Okay, mommy. Thank you"
Nothing can compare to the happiness you feel when you see your daughter happy. Both you and Charles would do anything for her, and that's why you decided to quickly run upstairs to your bedroom, turn the hoodie right side out.
When a print of an F1 car was visible on the black hoodie, you took a picture of it and sent it to Charles without any additional explanation, because you knew that everything would be clear as a day to him once he saw it.
After just a few minutes, your phone vibrated in your hands.
'Been looking for it for a while now..' Charles' message said.
'I really fucked up this time, didn't I?' He added.
'You kinda did.' You replied.
'I'm so sorry, y/n..'
'You're lucky your daughter adores you so much and you better send a plane for the two of us so we can make it to the race on time.'
part 3
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he finds you crying ft. love and deepspace men
ft. zayne, xavier, rafayel, and sylus a/n: I always feel like mc wasnât given enough time to grief when chapter 4 happened (or maybe they just didnât show it or i remember it wrong) but to lose the people youâve considered family like that in front of your eyes would severely mess on anyoneâs mental well-being. mc stronger than me fr i would've had a breakdown every night. so i tried to write the comfort that was long overdue. <3
Zayne
He found you hunched over at the couch, knees tucked to your chest. your shoulder shook as he heard the sniffles and although heâs physically perfectly fine, he swore it felt like his heart was breaking in two.
He would gently put his key on the table, making his presence known in the subtlest way possible so you didnât get startled.
You quickly tried to wipe your eyes and sat normally but suddenly in no time you were carried as he made you sit on his lap, bringing your head close to his neck as he held you tight.
Zayne wasnât one whoâs great at offering consoling words, as he also a firm believer of actions speak louder than words. As he rubbed your back gently he only said, âLet it all out, Iâm here.â
So you did just that. Youâve said this once to him as a joke, but truly, anywhere by his side was the time you felt the most safe.
The doctor continued to comfort you in silence, hoping with every beat of his heart that his arms and hands thatâs so used in saving peopleâs lives, could offer at least some kind of solace for your heart that was in disarray.
Xavier
Heâd never hated the sight of a bed so much, until he found you crying atop of it.
Xavier would rushes over to you (arguably faster when he encountered strayed wanderers), determined to do anything he could to help you feel better.
As he put a hand over your cheek, wiping the tears that just kept on coming he whispered, âIâm here, what do you need?â
When you couldnât even manage a reply Xavier would just stay by your side, his and was diligent in rubbing the side of your face; he never felt so useless, knowing the little gesture gave almost to none help.
For someone who finds sleep easy inbetween every hours, that was the most restless heâs ever been. He stayed with you until you calmed down, offering gentle whispers as you felt your awake state slipping away.
The moment youâre asleep Xavier was keen on wiping your face softly off of the remaining tears, and he tucked you in properly. He brought you to his embrace.
Yet unlike any other nights, he couldnât find any part of him that was able to join you into the dream state.
Rafayel
Rafayel knew he came at a bad time. Seeing the way you spoke so stiffly and the way you zoned out of the conversation every few minutes.
However, he also knew he couldnât leave you alone right then.
The silence once again was loud, but he didnât think you realize that, as he followed your stare to the table, to whatâs on the top of the table to be exact. A necklace with an apple charm on it.
He approached your side, cupping your face with both of his hands. âMiss bodyguard, you donât have to be strong all the time, you know? Especially now, since youâre off duty.â
You chuckled quietly, but what followed after was not your usual easy smile but instead it was tears streaming down your face. And it felt like Rafayel could offer anything he had just to make them stop. And if thatâs not enough, he swore to give you twice or thrice of what he had, it didnât matter if he was to be in debt.
He held you tight, the sight of you crying was enough to make tears made their way to his eyes as well. And it pained him, knowing the best he could do in that moment was only to hold you tighter, as he wished that he could mend whatever broken part you had with one of his.
Sylus
He didnât even flinch when you climbed on his lap, your usual talkativeness was nowhere to be found.
You rested your head on his shoulder and within seconds he knew that your emotions were in chaos, and if you thought you could find comfort in him, then he was more than happy to be there for you.
âLet me stay like here for a while,â you said weakly, voice all tense and anxious.
He brought a palm to your back, âBy all means, darling. You didnât think I was going to turn you away, did you?â
You stayed quiet, trying your best to get your emotions in order but it just seemed impossible. Sylus then sigh at your another attempt to pretend once again that youâre okay. âCry if you need. Tears were never a sign of weakness, it just proves that youâre human.â
His rigid sentence somehow brought a strange sense of comfort for you, making your tears escape freely.
Sylusâ fingers felt fleeting on your back, like a touch that could slip away anytime. But he made sure none of that will happen as he stroke your hair gently over and over.
Was he worried of you? Absolutely. Yet he believed with all of his entire being that you that has fallen apart that day, would have no time standing back up again on the next day.
If thereâs anything he learnt about you during your time with him, is that youâre a stranger to giving up.
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how dare you think it's romantic, leaving me safe and stranded
A/N: if i stared at this any longer it would never see the light of day...so here she is! this is the longest fic i've ever written and i'm kinda gagged about that but i really hope you like it and if you don't that's okay too this is just silly angsty brainrot anyways thanks for reading this my inbox is open if you wanna yap more summary: in which your kidnapping forces you and spencer to face the fallout following your recently ended relationship cw: angst, hurt/comfort, reader is kidnapped/held hostage, implications and mentions of SA to reader but nothing happens, cm type violence, ex!spencer, lowkey lovers to enemies back to lovers, cat adams, medical jargon, miscommunication trope, the bau team is family, afab!reader, pet names wc: 5.1k
Every case you and Spencer have been on has been insufferable for the rest of the team since your falling out, if it had to be given a name. Everyone always had to deal with your constant bickering and harsh words. It was the same in every case, a difference of opinions that led to incessant fighting between you two, Hotch would have to separate you both and use your joint intelligence separately for the sake of keeping everyone alive.
This last case was nothing different, a serial killer in Athens, Georgia who was religiously sacrificing young women in the name of a cult. Both of you fighting over what you believed the other to be wrong about in their part for solving the case. Spencer thought the unsub would have struck in a zone closer to his home, you assumed he was only going after women who resembled someone in his life. The real problem was that you were both wrong.
And it ended with you being held hostage.
It all happened so fast. You were in the car with Spencer and Rossi driving out to the unsubâs house to check for new evidence when you had stopped at a gas station about 15 miles out from the house to refuel. Rossi got out of the car to pump the gas, Spencer sat in the passenger seat, and you went inside to use the bathroom and grab a quick snack.
You quickly washed your hands after finishing in the bathroom and wiped your hands on your pants, still slightly damp as you turn the handle of the door. As youâre perusing the aisle looking for a snack, you can feel the presence of watchful eyes on you. Casually, you slowly look up and around at the source and clock a figure an aisle over with a cap turned downward blocking their face.
Your gut was sending flares up, telling you that danger was near. You nonchalantly walk over to the aisle heâs in, pretending to look at the nuts and dried fruits while attempting to get a look at his face. In a (maybe not so) bright idea, you think to knock a bag of nuts on the floor next to the lurkerâs feet in the hopes heâll bend down to pick it up for you.
With a push of your hand, the bag knocks off the shelf and onto the floor and you both bend down to pick it up.
âIâm so sorry about that,â you chuckle lightly, âIâm such a clutz.â
âNo problem at all, Missâ.â He stops talking all of a sudden, youâre unsure why. You follow his gaze to your left hip where your FBI credentials are peaking out.
Shit.
He draws a weapon faster than youâre able to react with getting your own out, and by the time yours is out the barrel of his is flush with your forehead.
âDrop it.â
You quickly recognize the man as your unsub, miles away from his hunting ground and about to stray from his victimology with you.
âCome on, up. Weâre going for a little ride.â He snarls, glancing outside at the black SUV with your colleagues. He grabs you by a hairful and drags you out the back door, shooting the gas station clerk before making the escape with you to his pickup truck. Youâre shoved against the car door, back facing him, as he place a zip tie on your wrists and opens the door to sit you in the back seat. The unsub gets in the driverâs seat and starts the car, glaring at you through the rear view mirror, âIâm gonna have fun with you, fed.â
Meanwhile, back in the car Rossi stands at the pump waiting for the tank to fill and Spencer remains in the car looking over the case details once more. He canât help but feel something is wrong, but canât place his finger on it. He looks over the details again meticulously, searching for a fault anywhere in your, or even his own logic. Rossi closes the tank and hops back in the car, âSheâs not back yet?â he pondered.
Spencer hadnât even realized you werenât back yet, âI guess not,â something wasnât right, âShe went ten minutes ago right?â
Rossi nods, opening his mouth to speak when a gunshot coming from the gas station cuts him off. The men look at each other, eyes widened and rush out of the car, weapons drawn.
âFBI!â Rossi enters, looking for any sign of you but coming up empty. Spencer takes note of the disheveled store, produce and cans lying astray. He steps around the mess to find an out of place bag of sour gummy worms on the floor in the middle of an aisle only filled with nuts and dried fruit.
Sour gummy worms were your favorite.
A sinking feeling settles in Spencer as he tries to fight the reality his brain is trying to tell him. He looks to Rossi with a pained expression, and Rossi matches it back.
âHe took her.â
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The next few hours are a blur for Spencer.
Rossi called the team to meet them at the gas station, already telling Garcia to hack into the security cameras to find any clue of where heâd taken you. Emily and Derek were checking out the crime scene, Hotch and Rossi talking to the sheriff. JJ finds Spencer staring off onto the one road connected to the station.
âWeâre gonna find her, Spence.â
He whips his head up at the sound of her voice, âI shouldâve realized sooner. I knew there was something off about his MO, aâand I just couldnât place it. And now sheâs gone and itâs all my fault and I neverââ
âSpencer,â JJ interrupts softly, âYou couldnât have known. None of us did, even her.â
âI should have,â he laments, âAnd if sheâŚif something happens to her because I wasnât paying attentionâŚâ He trails off, too afraid of what his brain thinks is the ending of the sentence.
JJ offers him a sympathetic look, understanding the conflicting emotions, âWeâll find her, sheâs strong. You know that.â
He stares back at her hoping, praying, that sheâs right and youâre going to be okay. You have to be.
Heâs pulled out of his head by Morgan calling him and JJ over, telling Garcia on the phone to repeat her findings.
âOkay, I think I have a lead based on the security camera footage on the car he has and where itâs been last seen. Iâm sending the last known coordinates to your phones now.â
An idea springs to him, âGarcia, can you also check the gas station records and see how much he filled his tank?â
The clacking sounds of her keyboard ring through the phone before she speaks again, âHe didnât fill a full tank, only like, fifteen miles worth of gas.â
Everyone looks up at each other in realization of what the new information means. You had to be close by. Morgan walks over to tell Hotch, who immediately talks to a state ranger about setting up a 15 mile radius around the gas station with monitored roadblocks, no entry or exit without inspection.
After Hotch finishes he walks back to Spencer and lays a hand on his shoulder, âGood job, Reid,â He nods back with a thin lipped smile and fiddles with his pen anxiously, âAre you okay?â. Spencer canât tell if heâs genuinely asking him or if heâs asking him for the sake of him being able to do his job properly considering the circumstances. Ever the profiler that man is, he thinks. He nods again nonetheless and walks over to meet Derek at the car.
Spencer and Derek get into the car and set the route for the coordinates Garcia gave, ETA 14 minutes. He swallows nervously, do you even have 14 minutes? What if heâs too late? What if youâre not even there? What if he never got to tell youâ
âReid. Are you even listening?â
âWhat?â
Derek raises his eyebrows as he glances at his friend, âGot something on your mind?â
âNothing.â
âYouâre a shit liar, man.â
âIâm not lying.â Even he doesnât believe himself.
âSpencerââ
âIâm just worried! Okay? Weâre all worried, itâs not a big deal.â he snaps.
Derek stops at a red light and looks over the console, âIâm going to ignore whatever that was,â guilt sweeps over Spencerâs face as he continues, âIâm not stupid kid, I know how youâre feeling. But you canât let whatever turmoil you got in that big brain of yours affect this case. Not now.â
âI know that, Morgââ
âNo, you donât. I know youâre thinking about her, we all are. And we all wantâneedâher to be okay too. We will find her, but we canât let the unsub get away too.â
Spencer sighs outwardly seeing the truth in his words. As concerned as he was about you he needed to remember this was still an active case. He couldn't let your past with each other cloud his judgement, even if the fallout still haunts him every day of his life. He needs to save you, but he also has a job to do. He just wasnât sure if heâd remember that when they finally found you.
ââ
A pounding in your head stirs you awake, the bitter taste of metal flooding your senses as you come to. You blink a few times adjusting to the lowlights of the unfamiliar environment, hoping to find something distinguishable to ground you back to reality. It doesnât help once you realize the blood crusted over your eye is the reason for your obscured vision. You attempt to rub it off on your shoulder ignoring the sharp pains shooting up from the abrasive contact.
Once you think youâve cleared enough you blink a few more times registering your surroundings to be a house, a cabin more accurately. Your memory is a little fuzzy as you try to recount what happened before you were knocked out cold.
Gas station. Unsub. Unsub at the gas station? But where was IâŚI went to the bathroom⌠and was gettingâŚgummy worms?⌠But Rossi and Spencer were just outside⌠now Iâm hereâŚso does that means the unsubâ
âOh good, youâre awake.â
You jolt at the voiceâthe unsub youâve come to rememberâand you realize your hands are tied up behind your back, quickly coming to the second realization that you are rendered both injured and immobile.
âWhat do you want, Jason?â you say hoarsely after a minute.
He chuckles, âI didnât know they made them so pretty at the academyâŚâ he walks over and kneels in front of you, gripping your chin between his forefinger and thumb to move your head, âThey probably kept you around forâŚentertainment right?â
You whip your head, âDonât fucking touch me.â
âOh, youâre feisty. Thatâs good, keep it up. Makes this more fun.â he walks back over to the table and fiddles with something, you canât really tell from the floor, âSo howâd they make it work back inâwhat is it calledâQuantico! They take turns with you or? Thereâs so many of yâall, probably had a system.â
The pounding in your head makes it more difficult to process anything heâs saying, âThe hell are you talking about, take turns with what?â you ask, wincing through another wave of pain.
He turns around holding a metal rod and walks over, angling the rod under your chin to tilt your face up to meet his as he snarls, âI canât wait to see how it feels to fuck a federal whore.â
All the color drains from your face and you kick into whatever gas is left in your autopilot. Your feet are flailing in every direction, body thrashing violently to prevent Jason from getting a good grip on you. You quickly learn the purpose of the metal rod hearing the clang! first, a millisecond passing before the pain and threat of unconsciousness spreads through your brain.
The hit takes you out long enough for him to pin you down on the floor, the weight of his body landing on you before the metal rod goes for your limbs. Itâs then you realize the throes of death have wrangled you for what appears to be the last time, and itâs probably wise to start sayingâthinkingâ your final words.
To my parents, I love you. To Derek and Penelope, thank you for letting me third wheel with you. Emily, Iâll miss our weekend Sin City excursions. JJ, please give your boys the biggest hug from their favorite aunt. Rossi and Hotch, you always cared for me like I was your ownâI am so grateful for you.
And SpencerâŚOh, Spencer. How I hoped I would have the time to say Iâm sorry for what happened, I hope youâll forgive me in due time. I wish I told you that nothing about us ever changed for me. You were and will always be, My Spencer, I just wish I could tell you one more time how much I lovââ
âFBI, Drop your weapon!â
A clattering sound of something dropping rings directly next to your ear and the weight that was on you alleviates at the same time. You groan out and instinctively curl up on yourself, the pain spreading throughout your body. The sensory overload is so much you donât hear the approaching figure crouching next to you.
âHey Hey Hey,â Spencer stutters, quickly making work of the ties on your hands and holding you gently as he lays your head on his lap cradling you close, trying to hide the forming tears when he hears your whimpers of pain, âYouâre okay, itâs okay. The medicâs coming.â He looks back to where the unsub was and watches Derek put him in cuffs, nodding at Spencer before walking out with Jason.
ââŚSpencer?â you whisper out weakly. You think youâre dreaming honestly, that in the wake of death you learn heaven isnât a place but only his arms.
âYeah, honey, itâs me.â he chokes out looking back down at your bruised face. Heâs unsure how you still look angelic even when youâre hurt, but it doesnât surprise him that you do. You were always good at defying the laws of nature, he prayed it extended to your immortality.
âIt hurts.â you pout pathetically.
He brushes a strand of hair out of your eyes gently, âI know it does, honey I know. Iâm sorry, Iâm so sorry this happened. I shouldâve been there. Iâm sorry, baby.â he whispers tearfully.
You cough out and whimper in pain, âIâm sorry too.â
Spencer shakes his head vehemently, âNo, donât apologize. Donât do that, just keep your eyes open for me, okay? Iâm right here, I wonât leave you.â
The tiredness soon wins and your eyes flutter close. Before Spencer can even panic and beg you to open them again the medic finally comes and asks himâpulls himâ to move so they can start working on you.
He reluctantly backs up and watches on with glossed over eyes, barely registering all the things they were sticking in you to wake you up. The medics stabilize your neck with a C-SPINE and lift you onto the gurney, wheeling you back to the ambulance. The same medic who asked Spencer to move comes up to him again, âWeâre taking her to Georgetown Medical, youâre allowed to ride in the back with us if you want.â
You slowly come to again on the gurney and Spencer meets your open eyes before you even realize theyâre on you. Without hesitation he says, âYeah, Iâm coming.â
The medic team lifts your gurney inside the rig, and right before Spencer gets in he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns around to find Hotch, âYouâll be okay?â
Itâs a loaded question. Heâs not asking if Spencer is okay at this moment, because it doesnât take a profiler to see that heâs the farthest from it. He says it as a grounding reminder knowing how Spencer gets about you. It didnât matter to the team if you both fell out, the pair of you never faltered in your subconscious for each other. Both of your actions always moved faster than your brains, especially when it involved the other.
Thatâs what worried his Unit Chief.
He nods and Hotch gives his shoulder a light squeeze, âKeep us updated,â the concern clearly etched in his eyes breaking through his usual stoicism as he looks inside the rig, âWeâll meet you there as soon as we can.â
Under the bright lights of the ambulance heâsâunfortunatelyâable to really take inventory of the injuries you sustained. The blue and black bruising scattered your limbs, the congregation of it on your stomach telling him you have at least two broken ribs. His eyes trail further down your body before abruptly stopping, but not on an appendage.
Spencerâs face pales even further than it already has staring at the glint on the undone button of your trousers shining in the reflection of the light.
If they didnât get there when they didâŚIf he got to you a second laterâŚHe canât even fathom to think about what wouldâve happened.
Heâs broken out of his spiral by the EMT sitting next to him offering a tissue, which is when Spencer feels the tear and snot streaks rolling down his face. He takes it and wipes his face mindlessly before muttering, âCan I justâŚâ hands reaching out to you before his words come out. Spencer doesnât notice the EMT tearing up as he gently buttons your pants.
ââ
You were a fighter.
At least, thatâs what the doctors told Spencer when they came and updated him in the waiting room. He blanks out for most of the conversation, eyes unfocusing and ears on low lest your name be spoken.
âSheâs stable and awake now, the nurse can take you back to see her.â
He shakes his head to recenter and mutters a thank you before following the nurse through the double white doors. His senses are heightened as he walks closer to your room. The scuff of his shoes on the linoleum floors, the pedantic beeping of machines in the rooms he passes, until he hears the only voice thatâs ever been enough to calm the warzone in his mind.
âHi, Spence.â
His feet move on their own accord right next to your bedside, hands hovering awkwardly at his side. Heâs silent for the first couple minutes, just a faint sniffle here and there before he takes a seat near your bed and hears you speak again.
âYou can touch me, Spence. I wonât break more than I already am.â
âDonât say that,â he chides quickly, âItâs not a joke.â
âWell, someone should be the comedic relief here.â
He lays the tips of his fingers right on top of the tips of yours, âYou could have died.â
Your face softens, âI didnât though.â
âYou could have.â
âSpencerââ
âStop down playing it. You donât know what it was like finding you like that.â
âI mean I have some idea, âcause like, I was there.â
Spencer deadpans at your poor attempt at lightening the mood, a faint smile peaking through while he shakes his head, âInsufferable even at your deathbed.â
âYeah, the Grim Reaper heard me yapping and said âkeep herâ.â
He chuckles softly as his hand moves further up to rest the front of his palm on the back of your hand, âHow are you feeling?â
âIâveâŚbeen better. The doctor said one of my broken ribs punctured an artery, a big one apparently,â you flip your hand over so both of your palms are touching but not laced, you softly continue, âTold me I was lucky I came in when I did. Any later the internal bleeding wouldâve spread to my lungs.â
Spencer feels the tears springing again and a lump forming in his throat, âIâm so sorry, sweet girl,â the pet name slipping out before he could realize, âI shouldâve gotten there sooner, or realized something was wrong at the gas station.â
âHey. Donât do that. You saved my life.â your fingers intertwine with his and squeeze with whatever strength you can muster, which isnât a lot and it makes his heart clench tighter. âIâm here.â
He lets out the breath heâs been holding since he walked in, âYouâre here.â
âI didnât forget what you promised me when weâŚbroke up,â God you wish it didnât sound so terminable as it did, âI knew youâd find me. You always do.â
Another sniffle leaves him as he rubs his thumb soothingly on your hand, âI always doâŚLook, thereâs something I need to tell youââ
He doesnât get to finish his sentence as Penelope & Company burst into your room bearing balloons, chocolates, and many, many stuffies.
âHowâs our girl doing?â Penelope huffs, hauling an entire Hallmark catalog worth of gifts in tow.
âSheâs doing fine, Penny.â you chuckle lightly, trying your best to hide the wince of pain from your side, âYou did not need to do all this.â
âNonsense, everyone knows bear stuffies are the real medicine of the world.â she gleefully ignores the nurse onlookers, âI also brought you this, of special request by someone who shall not be named.â From her back she produces a bag of your favorite candyâsour gummy worms. A fact that you knew only one person was privy to.
You act surprised nonetheless, âMy favorite! Thank you, Penny. And all of you, for coming to see my crippled self.â
Spencer watches the team take turns doting on you. Emily, JJ, and Penelope sit with you for about four Gilmore Girls episodesâanother lost relic of modern medicine, according to Pennyâafter which Morgan, Rossi, and Hotch keep you company for a little bit before bidding you good night with forehead kisses and well wishes. Spencer stays with you the whole time, never once leaving your side.
You are so loved, he thinks. He didnât realize how much he liked watching you be loved. It makes him miss the times when he could do that for you too.
ââ
Weeks pass since the day of your kidnapping. You still find it weird to call it that, even though itâs literally what happened. Youâve been on house arrestâbed restâbegrudgingly, and while Penelopeâs very glittery visiting schedule has kept you entertained, itâs been hard when the only person you really wanted to see has refused to come visit since you left the hospital.
Youâve asked Penelope why Spencer hasnât come, and all she can offer you is a sad smile and a âHe said something come up sweetie, sorry.â. Texting him seemed even more daunting, more because you werenât about to beg for his attention if he obviously doesnât want you to have it.
The doorbell steals your attention and you glance over at the schedule before you walk over to open it, not expecting a visitor at this time.
Spencer looks up from his shoes hearing the door open, âHey.â
A minute passes, âWhy are you here?â you ask bluntly.
He looks confused, âI came to check on you, brought you takeout from the Indian place you like.â The food in his hand smells heavenly but you canât seem to enjoy it yet without getting an answer.
âWhy are you here, now?â you ask again with an addendum.
He either really wants to piss you off or his ear blew out on the way over but he chooses to ignore you and enter your apartment, âYou having nightmares again?â
âWhat? NoâŚâ you lie poorly, straightening up your back, âJust tired.â
He chuckles, âGood to know youâre still a terrible liar. Did you know you wear Doctor Who shirts when youâre feeling anxious?â
Your brows fuddle in confusion but he elaborates, âItâs probably subconscious, something you find comforting and naturally gravitate to in times of distress. Itâs a normal stress response butâŚyouâre wearing an Eleventh Doctor shirt.â My Eleventh Doctor shirt, he thinks.
âThat doesnât mean anything.â you feign.
âMaybe it doesnât,â he nods, âBut you are anxious arenât you?â
âSpencer, what the fuck is going on, why are you here, really?â your eyes narrow, arms crossing defensively.
âI told you, I came to check on you.â
âYou just woke up this morning and decided it was convenient for you to see me today?â Spencer opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. You stare at him with tearful eyes and the emotion spills out of you before you can stop it. You speak again after a few moments, voice barely above a whisper, âYou left me. Again.â
He tilts his head, âNo, I didnât.â
âYes, you did.â you grit out, âYou were rooted at my bedside the entire time I was hospitalized, and the second I was discharged you were nowhere to be found. I thought, maybe with Pennyâs schedule youâd come by, but then I came to find out that you didnât even put your name down.â
âYou almost died!â he retorts, âYou almost died, because I made a mistake and you got hurt because of it!â
âSo, that gives you the right to abandon me for the second time?â
âI didnâtâŚâ he sighs out roughly, âI didnât abandon you. I just, couldnâtâŚface you.â Face you, in pain, as a result of his actions.
âIs that what happened the first time you left?â you bite back.
His eyes steel over, âThat was different.â
âI donât see how.â
âYou know why I left.â
âI donât think I do, Spencerââ
âI left because I was putting you in danger!â he yells cutting you off, âI left because loving you meant dragging you into all the messed up stuff that happens to me, stuff thatâll keep happening to me.â
Tobias. Mexico. Cat.
A single tear rolls down your face, âThatâs bullshit, Iâm sorry. We work the same damn job, the risks are the same if weâre together or not.â
âYou donât understandââ
âThen fucking enlighten me, Spencer.â
He stares at you, fighting an internal battle of whether he was really willing to admit his truth to you, one that he knows you deserved to know but wasnât sure if it would put you more in harm's way.
âCat had details about your family.â
Thatâs not what you were expecting to hear. Your face drops, âWhâWhat?â
His eyes dart around the room nervously, âAfter I got out of Millburn and we went to see Cat, she was trying all these tactics to get me to break. I was doing fine, until she started talking about you. She was saying things that only you told me, stuff thatâs not even on record.â
You remember that day. You were supposed to go with him and JJ to the correctional facility but ended up stuck at the BAU because your skill set was more valuable in helping Penelope locate Mr. Scratch. You remember how he came back to you that day, distant and glassed over. It was easy to chalk up his behavior following it to his recent release, but when you woke up a few weeks later to an empty bed and a throwaway note saying âIâm sorry.â, you couldnât figure out for the life of you why all of a sudden you didnât exist to him, like you didnât matter.
âI made a choice, one that I knew would protect you.â
âThatâs not a decision for you to make.â you snap.
âI had to,â he says lowly, taking a step closer to you, âIf being with me puts your safety at riskâŚâ another step, âIâd rather live in a world where you hate me and are still hereâŚâ one more step, âThan one where you loved me and died because of it.â he manages to choke out, taking one final step towards you.
Itâs quiet for a couple minutes, save for the soft whistle of the breeze coming from your open window. The resolve in you has long faded, leaving behind nothing but the skin on your bones to weather the damage. It makes sense to you why he did what he did, and you donât know if the roles were reversed would you do the same thing. But you knew that you loved him and he loved you, and that alone should have been enough.
You canât help but let out a whine, sounding like a petulant child, âThatâs not fair, Spence.â
âWhatâs not fair, baby?â he softly whispers.
Your whine turns into a cry, âThat, all of this. The fall on your sword act in which you decide whatâs best for me is to leave me stranded, thinking I did something wrong that made you stop loving me.â
He steps forward a little more, his face mere inches from your own, âYou think I stopped loving you?â
âWas I supposed to think otherwise? You couldnât even stand being in the same room as me.â
His hands raise to gently cup your face, thumbs positioned under your eyes to wipe the fallen tears. Heâs missed looking into your eyes as close as he is. For a man who doesnât believe in religion heâs pretty certain the gates of heaven lie within your irises.
âI was selfish,â he swallows, âI wanted to keep you safe but I did so in a way that I felt was most logical, which turned out to be so fucking wrong regardless since you still got hurt.â
He brings your face impossibly closer, the warmth of his breath gently hitting your face.
âThere isnât a waking moment where I donât love you. Even when we werenât together, I still looked out for you and I made sure you were safe in ways I couldnât tell you. I meant what I said. I told you Iâd find you in every lifetime. I love you, in every lifetime, angel girl.â
The ache in your heart only grows with his words, reminding you that he always was and will forever be, Your Spencer.
âYou canât do that again,â you stutter out through tiny sobs, âYou need to tell me whatâs going on, whatever it is. We figure it out together.â
He nods softly, the hair on his forehead faintly brushing up on yours, âWe figure it out together. Iâm so sorry for everything, baby.â his lips press a long kiss to your forehead, âIâm here now, Iâm not going anywhere.â
You rise on your toes to meet your lips with his, the missed time and unspoken words flowing silently between you both. His hands wrap gently around your waist and pull you flush to his chest, with yours entangling with the brown curls you had missed so much.
Finally back in his arms, you sigh with exhaustion and relief, âYouâre here.â
âIâm here, honey.â
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RAFE CAMERON helps his drunk stepsister get ready for bed.
includesâ18+ MDNI / DUBCON / STEPCEST / fem!drunk!reader / unprotected sex (pull out method) / rafe being an unreliable narrator / emotional manipulation / misogynistic undertones / wc 1.9k this is a work of fiction. the behaviors depicted do not reflect my personal beliefs, nor do i endorse or condone such behavior in real life.
Rafe hated that you were his stepsister.
A little over two years ago, you and your mom moved into his home, and because you all lived under the same roof, that made you family. Bullshit. What you were was an extra mouth to feed. A new problem he didnât want.
And now, with your arm thrown over his shoulders, Rafe was forced to help you up the stairs.
A party was thrown at the Boneyard, and you clearly had too much to drink. He wasnât exactly sober either, but you were slurring your words and couldnât walk straight to save your life. A part of him wondered if you were playing it up. While he was tempted to leave you behind as not to deal with you, he knew his dad would be pissed if he had, and his dad already disliked him enough.
Eventually, the two of you made it to your room, and you fell face-first to your bed, nuzzling into your warm sheets. Rafe scoffed, a hand running down his face as he turned to leave, but you stopped him.
âRafe,â your muffled voice called out.
He looked at you and saw you hadnât moved a muscle. âWhat?â
You raised an arm. âClothes.â
âWhat fucking clothes?â
When he failed to read your mind, a groan left your lips, and you rolled onto your back, a frown tugging your features.
Oh, he would do anything to wipe that off your face.
You squinted and then pointed at the clothes dresser behind him. âNightgown. Top left drawer,â you ordered, the words strung together. Rafe couldnât believe you were bossing him around. When he didnât move, you pouted, âPlease?â
Spoiled brat.
But because he was a good stepbrother, he bit back his snippy comments and went to retrieve your nightgown. As he opened the designated drawer, his eyes were immediately drawn to your lace panties. You must have forgotten that those were with your collection of nightgowns. He cocked a brow and picked one up, the fabric soft between his fingers. Who the fuck were you wearing these for? A little boyfriend he didnât know about?
Rafe looked over his shoulder, and while you were preoccupied counting how many fingers you had on each hand, he slid it into his pocket. He didnât know why he did it. An act on pure impulse, he supposed. You wouldnât notice if one went missing, right?
He cleared his throat and grabbed a nightgown, tossing it to you.
âNice panties,â he commented, maybe a little too casually.
Once you processed his words, a smirk tugged on his lips. You wore a scowl, but he knew you were embarrassed.
You huffed. âShut up. Youâre so weird.â
Before he could say anything more, you started taking off your shirt.
Everything within Rafe told him that that was his cue to leave, but his feet were glued to the ground. You didnât ask him to go. Maybe you still needed him there. Maybe you wanted him to watch. That must be it. You wanted him to see what you were hiding under those clothes.
After some struggle, you pulled your shirt over your head, movements sluggish. His eyes traced the length of your shoulders, then lingered on your tits for a second too long. Even if he was your stepbrother, he was still a man. And a man had the right to admire the female body. Surely, you would understand.
âYou can go now, yâknow?â
His gaze snapped to your face. You looked confused, wary. Fuck, what was he doing? He should leave like you said. No, he couldnât. Not yet.
Rafe found himself closing your bedroom door. He turned the lock. Click. âNah, Iâm gonna help you get ready for bed.â
There was a long pause. âI donât need help.â
âCut the shit. You canât even walk without tripping over yourself.â Rafe walked towards your bed, crouching once he was in front of you. He placed a hand on your knee. âCâmon, just let your big brother help, hm?â
He could see the gears in your mind starting to turn, but you must have ignored it because you said, âYouâre barely a year older than me.â
Rafe hummed, unfazed.
The hand on your knee lifted to the button of your shorts. âLetâs take this shit off,â he murmured, his eyes flicking to your face. You were just watching.
When he unbuttoned and unzipped it, you moved, putting on your nightgown. Poor thing. Were you getting shy? Did you not want him to see you in just your lingerie? His fingers curled into the waistband of your shorts and gave a light tug. Not needing further instruction, you stood up, and he pulled it down your legs, fighting back a grin.
Too fucking easy.
As you stepped out of your shorts, a hand on his shoulder to keep yourself steady, Rafe stared up at you. The nightgown you wore was white and silky and stopped above your knees. He itched to push them up. Luckily, he didnât have to do a thing. You raised the silk fabric just enough to allow you to remove your bra, and his gaze dropped to where your breasts were, your nipples hardening underneath. His lips parted, and he sank to his knees.
âRafe, whatâre you doing?â you asked, your eyes still hazy from the alcohol you drank.
Only then did he realize that his hands snuck up your nightgown, fingers gripping your thighs. He was mortified. Not because of what he was doing but rather at the thought you would reject him completely.
He loosened his hold on you. âIâm just, uh, testing the waters.â
A crease formed between your brows. âWhat?â
âIâm testingââ his hands slid further up, ââthe waters.â
And then Rafe paused. He waited for a reaction from you. For you to slap him. Curse him out. Anything. But it never came.
Instead, you reached down to pry his hands off you. âStop, whatâ? I donât understand.â
âI do.â He held you tighter, closer, his chin hitting your abdomen as he stared at you, eyes wide and frantic. You pushed his head, though your attempt was weak. âYou want this. You want me.â
You stilled. There was a look that loomed over your eyes. Fear. Fear because he was right. No matter how forbidden it was. How fucked it was. You wanted him. You wouldnât admit that to yourself, but he knew that to be true. He just needed to find proof to help you realize. So, Rafe pushed up your nightgown and worked to spread your legs apart. And there it was, your cotton panties clinging to your already weeping cunt.
âI fucking knew it,â he whispered, and his thumb hovered over your clothed pussy. âShit, youâre so wet.â
You shoved his hand away and squeezed your thighs shut. He watched your gaze dart around your room as if the walls were closing in. You looked overwhelmedâashamed that you had been caught wanting him the same way he wanted you. No, he couldnât have that.
He stood up, hands reaching for your face. âHey, hey, youâre good,â he soothed, searching for your eyes, your cheeks hot under his palms.
Finally, you looked at him. âRafe, Iââ
âYou trust me, right?â He gestured to himself, fingers tapping his chest. âRight?â
You shook your head. âYes, but we canâtââ
He shushed you, your name a whisper. âWe can. We just gotta be lowkey âbout it, yeah?â
You looked torn, your morals pulling you one way and your desires another. But Rafe had you stretched thin, and you caved in like he knew you would. âRight, yeah.â
A pleased smile flashed across his face. âIâm gonna take care of you,â he promised, your cheeks smushed between his hands, âgonna make you feel so good.â
Then he leaned in, his nose nudging yours. You didnât pull away. He took that as an invitation and kissed you. The first was fleeting, lips brushing, barely there. You still didnât pull away. After that, he didnât hold back. He licked into your mouth, hungry. You tasted like the beer you got drunk on, and now he was getting drunk on you. For something considered so vile, he never felt more alive. If this sin were his doom, he would die a happy man.
Rafe was the first to part. âTurn âround.â You did as you were told. He placed a hand on your shoulder and another on the small of your back. âBend over for me. Thatâs it, fuck, look at you.â
He had envisioned you like this before, but seeing it with his own eyes made his cock stir. With a suppressed groan, he folded over you, his chest pressed against your back, trapping you between him and your mattress. âGonna make this quick, donât worry.â His hand slid between the two bodies, working to get his shorts off. âWouldnât want us getting caught.â
He felt you nod. You didnât resist.
Everything after that blurred together. Movements rushed and jittery and fueled by unadulterated lust.
Rafe had your nightgown flipped over your ass and your panties down at your ankles, his hips rutting into you. He had to clamp his hand over your mouth to mute your whines, one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. He knew he should feel disgusted with himself, but he wasnât. Not one bit. He was right where he wanted to be, buried deep in your warm, wet pussy. And you wanted this, too. He knew you did, despite the glazed look in your eyes. You were just lost in the pleasure of it all.
âTakinâ this dick so well,â he breathed into your ear, his thrusts growing desperate. âShit, gonna make sure you donât need anyone else. Just me. That sounds nice, huh?â
His mindless murmurs went unanswered.
You blinked once. Twice. You whimpered into his palm.
That was enough for him.
It was better you stayed quiet, anyway. You wouldnât want everyone in Tannyhill to know how much of a slut you were, letting your stepbrother fuck you like this. Rafe would hate for that to happen to you.
When your cunt fluttered around his cock, he stifled a moan and sunk his teeth into your shoulder. He wasnât going to last much longer. But he was keeping his wordâhe would make this quick. His hips stuttered against your ass, chasing his release, wishing he could just cum in your tight pussy with no risk of you getting pregnant.
With one last thrust, he pulled out, stroking his cock until he came, painting your ass with his cum.
He panted, his chest rising and falling. Satisfied, he stuffed his softening dick back into his boxers and put on his shorts, making sure the lace panty he took was still in his pocket. Slowly, you lifted your head off your bed and tried to push yourself up, your arms trembling.
âDonât, alright?â Rafe leaned over you, his hand brushing back the strands of hair stuck to your face. âI told you, Iâm gonna take care of you.â
There wasnât much fight left in you. Not when you were drunk and all fucked out. So when your eyes found him, you dropped back to the mattress, nodding. He smoothed his thumb across your cheek then kissed your temple. And Rafe did as promised. He cleaned you up, helped you brush your teeth, and tucked you into bed.
Like a good stepbrother would.
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