#Ryan: If a door closes we break it down anyway

[princessbutler1316]

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

and.. ACTION! - Margot Robbie

Pairing - Margot Robbie x fem!reader

Fluff, angst and homophobia (happy ending), implied NSFW

Word count: 2.7k (didn't mean for it to be that long lmao, it's juicy though)

!!not proofread!!

(reader is a film director)

Margot POV: 

I've just stared working on my new set for Barbie and it's taking a bit of getting used to because there are 2 directors for this movie Greta Gerwig and Y/N Y/L/N, and don't get me wrong they're both amazing directors but it's just new having two. 

At the minute we're on break and I'm sitting with Ryan, America and Y/N. I've grown close to everyone in this cast, we're like a family but I have gotten especially close with Y/N I don't know what it is about her but ever since the first time I heard her say "and.. ACTION!" I've been having these feelings for her. I can't really put my finger on what the feelings are though, I thought at first I just wanted to be her friend because she was cool and endearing but now, I'm thinking it might be more. But, I'm straight so it can't be right? Yeah, it can't be Margot you're being delusional. (we're all a bit delulu sometimes xx)

"Hey, you okay? Lost you for a second there." her soft voice snapped me out of my trance. "Yeah no, I'm fine. Just thinking." I replied tripping over my words a bit, I always seem to get nervous around her maybe it is.. no it can't be.

"You sure, you seemed pretty focused, I don't want you to worry you're pretty little head about things okay? You can talk to me if stuff is bothering you, you know that right?" and there she goes again, making me blush. Is she flirting with me or just giving me a compliment? Either way, I can't help the crimson blush that invades my face. She's always been so caring, always making sure I'm okay. I don't deserve her. Looking down now, slightly embarrassed I reply "Yeah I know, and we'll uhm- there is-" I fumble over my words now second guessing myself "isn't anything so don't worry about me, I promise okay?" I hold out my pinky so she can link her own around mine. "Okayy, if you say so but my offer still stands I'm always gunna be here." 

I give her a warm smile and suddenly the moment is ruined by Ryan walking in and telling us we're needed on set. "I'll see you later?" she asked with the cutest smile ever on her face. "Of course." I replied.

Okay, yeah. I like her, in the same way I normally like boys. Wow, this is new. 

Y/N POV:

We've just got off a back to back shooting day, hardly any breaks apart from the quick 5 minutes that I shared with my favourite person. Margot, obviously if that wasn't clear. I don't even think she swings this way but, a girl can dream right? Anyway, she's joining me and my parents for dinner tonight and, well, they're not the most supportive about my sexual orientation should I say. So, she offered to be a buffer, you know, soften the blow a bit when they throw insult after insult my way. I mean I could just bail the dinner but, they're my parents I owe them certain things so, I have promised to always make an effort to go see them, no matter what. So that's how I ended up here, walking to Margot's trailer and knocking on the door.

"Ready to go endure around 2 hours of relentless condescending comments from my parents?" I said to her as she opened the door.

"Of course I am, it's my favourite hobby." She replied sarcastically. I giggled and offered her my arm which she willingly took. 

On the walk to the car we had polite small talk about how our days had gone, as we hadn't seen much of each other even though we're on the same set. She was in the Barbieland set while I was on the real world set with America and Ariana. 

We get in the car and I start driving. I'm lost in my thoughts worrying about all the ways this could go incredibly wrong. Margot's soft voice snaps me out of my trance.

"Are you okay? And don't bullshit me Y/N you've got worry written all over your face." I sighed deeply and she put her hand on my thigh. I blushed deeply at the contact but didn't let that stray me from answering her. "I'm just really dreading this night, it's the first meal we've had together in about a year so, i don't know what to expect really." 

"Hey, normally i'd say look at me but you're driving and that probably isn't smart but," i chuckled lightly at that comment "you don't need their approval about every single aspect of your life, because it's your life. Also, who cares if they don't agree with your sexuality? It's none of their business who you bang." 

I genuinely laugh for the first time this evening at the last comment. I briefly glance at Mar and smile. "Thank you for that, really. It helps to hear it." 

"No problem okay? And if at any point during the meal you're just thinking 'I need to leave like, now' then just tell me and I'll act like my apartment had been broken into or something so we can leave. I'm an amazing actress you know?" There's an evident smirk plastered across her beautiful face and I giggle at her sarcasm. "I'm fully aware and I'll drop you a text if it gets too unbearable." 

"Good." She says smiling as she turns back around so she's facing the road again. The car ride continues in a comfortable silence and Taylor Swift playing in the background. 

Time skip to when they're at the house 

Margot POV: 

"Okay we're here." I hear y/n/n say as we came to a stop outside her parents house.

"Hey, you've got this." I say as I take her hand and give it a light squeeze. "Yeah, I hope so." She responded anxiety prominent in her voice. 

We walk up to the front door and knock. Not even a second later it swings open revealing a short woman who appears to be in her sixties and a man who appears to only be a tad older behind her. "Oh my goodness, y/n/n it's been far too long." After saying that she instantly pull the y/h/c into a tight hug. "Hiya mum." She says back awkwardly patting her back,   y/n is not a hugger. Any parent should know such a small detail like that about their kid. I internally roll my eyes because I can see the stiffness of her body as her mum squeezes even tighter. "Ah, you must be Margot?" Her dad says from behind the mother and daughter. "Oh, uhm, yes that's me." I say extending my hand for him to shake which her returns politely. Her mum has now fully released her grip on y/n and extends her hand so she can shake mine while saying. "Hopefully not girlfriend." My face goes flat. No emotion, just plain hatred for this woman already and I haven't even stepped in the house. I clear my throat and say, "No, I'm not but I don't think it would be an issue if I was." Both her parents just shared disapproving looks but beckoned us in none the less. This was going to be a long night.

Time skip to them eating tea (dinner) 

Y/n POV: 

So far nothing about the comment earlier nor the subject had come up so it had actually been a really fun night so far. So far. I knew it was all going downhill when we sat down at the dinning table because that's when topics like politics and live life come up. I was not excited to say the least. "Guys 'cmon foods ready!" my dad yells from the kitchen. Me, my mum and Margot make our way to the dinning room where there is a gorgeous looking Sunday roast laying in the table waiting for us. "Dad that looks amazing." I say to him. 

"Just wait till you taste the stuffing I got some new herbs from the garden and chucked them in, it's really tasty." We all went to our respective seats on the table my parents opposite me and Margot. As soon as my mother opened my mouth I knew it was all going to go horribly wrong. 

"So y/n/n any news?" 

"Like what mum?" 

"Oh well, I don't know, a boyfriend?"

Margot shot daggers at my mum but she didn't take any notice. 

"No." I say, trying to be as blunt and cut off as possible. 

"Oh don't worry dear, a nice man will make his way into your life soon enough." My dad chimes in.

"Yeah, and then you can settle down and have a proper life with children and a proper man not any of that 'lesbian' nonsense you've been talking about." *you can change that to whatever your sexuality is but i just chose lesbian bc it fits* 

I sit and stare at her with a flabbergasted look in my face. "For the last time, I. Am. A. Lesbian. I'm not going to find a nice man because I'm not interested in men, just because you don't understand that doesn't mean that you can't accept it. Also I'm not being funny but it doesn't matter who I end up with, my life is 'proper' and as long as I love the person I end up with, which I will; very dearly it doesn't matter what their gender is, but I'm just letting you know it will be a girl. And, I don't give a flying fuck wether my children are adopted, if they're IVF or anything! Okay?! Because at the end of the day they'll be my children and I'll love them unconditionally so, that's all that matters. And I'm not being funny I shouldn't of even come tonight because every single time I come it's the same thing over and i over again, you are both like broken records!" By the end of my rant I'm practically yelling at them and at some point in my rage I stood up from my chair. I look at them both, waiting for some kind of comeback. 

"Never speak to me or your father like that again. You are a worthless piece of shit dyke and no child of mine!" She yelled at me and by this point there were tears rolling down my face. She then continued, "Imagine what Margot thinks of this, huh? You arguing with your parents and speaking to us in that manner? She also must be appalled that you're a, a- lesbian." she held so much disgust in her voice when she said that it made my blood boil and when Margot instantly rose from her chair I could tell it had the exact same effect on her. 

Margot POV:

"Well Mrs Y/L/N-"

"Please call me Claire."

"Okay, Claire. Do you want my honest opinion on this topic?"

"Yes dear I would, please knock some sense i to this girl."

As soon as those words left her mouth I turned to y/n/n and thought to myself 'well it's now or never' and I put on arm around her waist and the other behind her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. It was a sweet innocent kiss and we pulled away rather quickly because we were obviously still in front of her parents. As we pulled apart she was beaming and so was I. Her face was a light pink now and it made me feel good knowing I did that to her. I wa brought back to reality when her mother chimed in again. "How long has this sinning been going on for?" Y/n head snapped round to mine looking panicked but I just scoffed loudly and said "This loving, caring relationship has been going on for 6 months, since we started filming together." I saw her mother roll her eyes but now it was her dads turn to stand up. "That's it! I've had it with you!" he paused for a second and I glanced at y/n and tears were rolling down her eyes because we both thought that she was about to get practically disowned for the second time tonight. "Claire, why can't you just be happy for our daughter, she's in love for christ sake! I don't care if she's gay. I care that she's happy,I care that she's loved. I don't understand your inability to do such things!" Me, y/n and her mum looked just as surprised as each other when those words left his mouth. Choking back even more tears y/n said "Thank you dad, really. It means a lot l." Her dad then walked around the table and stopped before her went in to hug her. "You don't like hugs do you?" he said

"No, but I guess I can make an exception." 

My heat swelled at the scene playing out before me, her mother storming out the house and y/n/n and her dad making up. I was incredibly sweet. 

As they pulled away her dad said "I know this hasn't exactly been the ideal evening but, I'm happy for the both of you okay? Now go home and get some rest sweetheart, and it was lovely meeting you Margot and just in advance you have my blessing if you ever want to, you know pop the question. Just to put it out there I'm only saying that because I know people like to ask the dad and I just thought you might be a bit too worried to ask when the times tight because of her mother so, I thought I'd tell you now so, no pressure but uhm- yeah." He said it with so much sincerity and love in his voice it made me instinctively pull him into a hug. "Thank you Mr y/l/n" I said tears pricking my eyes. "Please, call me John." 

"Thank you John." 

Y/N POV:

I just set there still crying, but more tears of joy at this point and observed the two most important people in my life at the minute share the most sickly sweet moment ever. I was amazing.

Time skip to once you drive Margot home (still reader pov)

"So, 6 months huh?" I said teasingly as I walked her to the door of her house. "I don't work well under pressure, okay?" I laughed at her response and then when she got to the door she looked at me straight in the eye. "I mean I wouldn't be totally objected to the idea of being with you for 6 months." she trailed off getting quieter at the end of her sentence and looking away nervously.  "You know, neither would I." Her eyes instantly found mine again and she looked down at me since she's slightly taller. "Really?" 

"Yes Margot, really." 

She grabbed my face and pulled me into a bruising kiss. Our lips moved in perfect sync, her teeth grazing my bottom lip and slightly biting  it causing me to let out a small moan. Her hand that had snaked around to my waist pulled me in closer at that action. Her lip grazed over my top lip asking for entrance which I happily granted her, she pushed her tongue into my mouth instantly and started exploring causing me to move my hands from her hips to around her neck pulling her in even further. We continued until we needed to pull away for air. "You wanna come inside and continue?" she asked suggestively. 

"Definitely." At that she picked me up and i wrapped my legs around her torso and we resumed our previous actions. As we got to her room she layer me down on the bed and got on top of me. "Good thing we don't have set tomorrow because I don't think we'll be getting much sleep tonight darling." 

And just like always, she was right.

[lovebombs4life]

why are you here? - l.r.h.

requested: no. bruh at this point i don’t even know when im gonna get my last requests done 💀

a/n: i haven’t had my zoloft in a week 🤞🤞 doctors appointment on thursday tho 🫶

cw: SMUT!!! bathroom sex, name calling, slight angst, a bit of a fluffy end. (if there’s anything else lmk in the comments)

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my heart dropped as i spotted him across the room. he was dancing with some chick. my fingers tightened around the glass i was holding, hardly listening to anything my friend in front of me was saying.

“helloooo?” ryan waved his hand in front of me. my eyes snapped back to him, my heart beat quickening as i thought about how he was in the same room as me.

it had been six months since the break up. what we had was fantastic, but we crumbled down, and ended terribly. “sorry, erm, you didn’t tell luke you were going anywhere tonight, did you?” i asked.

ryan raised his brow. “why would i have? he said he was gonna be staying at home anyways.” he shrugged. i raised my brow. “then who’s that over there?” i asked, pointing over his shoulder. ryan turned his head, locking his vision onto luke.

he turned his gaze back to me, wide eyed. “y/n i didn’t know he’d be here i’m so-” i waved it off. my small motion drew attention to me, luke looking my way. i locked eyes with him, not breaking eye contact.

ryan turned his head back to luke. he then saw ryan, his face going bright red. he pulled away from the girl he was dancing with, going to the bar.

i excused myself before going to the bathroom. i stood at the counter, splashing water on my face. i made sure not to mess up my makeup, wiping my face dry. the door opened, his tall figure standing in front of me. he closed the door quickly, locking it so no one else could get it.

“real classy, sneaking into the women’s room, luke.” i rolled my eyes as i looked at him. “you and i both know its not the first time.” he remarked, walking towards me.

he pushed me against one of the stall doors, hands on either side of my head. “why are you here?” he spoke lowly, staring into my eyes.

“needed to get out and do something for once. ryan offered to bring me out. guess your alibi didn’t work this time, huh?” i asked. he scoffed, bringing his face closer to mine.

“we can never be friends, can we?” he spoke, his eyes glancing down to my lips before meeting my gaze again. i shrugged, smirking up at him. “fuck it.” he said before kissing me roughly.

his tongue met mine, swirling around in each others mouths. he grabbed my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist. my dress hoisted to my hips when he did so, exposing my ass, as i wasn’t wearing underwear. he quickly found that out once grabbing me.

he smirked against my lips, brining me to the countertop. “expect to get some tonight?” he teased, his hands going between my thighs. i rolled my eyes.

“yeah, didn’t think it would be you, though.” i grumbled. he chuckled darkly. “oh please, you act like you don’t want me.” i bit my lip as his hands went for his belt.

“shut up” i mumbled, watching him pull down his jeans. i tried to clench my thighs together once i saw the sight of his cock peeking out from the waistband of his boxers.

“wanna say that again, brat?” he said, pushing my thighs open wide. i let my head fall back against the mirror. i shook my head quickly. “no sir.”

‘that’s what i thought.” he pulled down his boxers, lining his cock up with my entrance. i let out a breathy moan as he pushed into me, his pace quick and steady. i clenched around him, feeling every vein in his cock. my jaw fell slack as i took him in fully.

my eyes rolled back, making him slap my face. “look at me while i’m fucking you, y/n. i know you haven’t forgotten my rules, so fucking follow them.” i whimpered as i opened my eyes, looking into his.

he smirked at me, watching me try and keep my eyes open. he stuck his thumb in my mouth, my lips wrapping around his finger as if it were his cock. i moved my tongue how he liked when i would give him head, causing him to groan.

“fuckin hate how much i love this.” he tilted back his head, swallowing hard. his brow furrowed as his thumb pulled from my mouth, grabbing my hips tightly. his movements became quicker, but rather than feeling rushed, they felt almost filled with love.

i tried not to think about it, tried to remember that this is just one last time together. his teeth sinks into the flesh of my neck, sucking slightly and running tongue over the marks he’d left. i moaned at the sensation, my nails clawing at his back.

“getting close, lu.” i moaned, speaking the nickname i had given him when we were together. he whined at my words, pushing himself deep inside me, massaging my breasts through my dress.

“fuck, cum for me beautiful, come on.” he breathed. his tone had changed from hateful to kind within a matter of seconds. my heart fluttered as i released all over his cock.

he groaned as i tightened around him, causing him to pull out, finishing on my thigh. i kept my arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to my body. “guess we really never can be friends, huh?” he mumbled into my neck. i took in a deep breath, feelings the aching in my chest.

“guess not.” i sighed. he pulled back, pulling his jeans back up, situating himself. he helped me off the counter, pulling my dress back over my thighs. he grabbed my hands from where they were at my sides, brining them to his mouth, leaving soft kisses on each of them while looking into my eyes.

“as much as i hate that i saw you again, im real fuckin glad i did.” he whispered. i bit the inside of my cheek, watching his guilt filled eyes. “six months feels like hell when im away from you. will you try this again with me?” he asked.

my eyes welled with tears as i bit my lip. “you haven’t changed, luke. i know you haven’t,” i looked down at our feet. “you just want to bring back the past and hold on to what you lost.”

he shook his head, pulling me into his chest. “i’ve thought about you every minute of the day, y/n. i mean it. i mean, fucks sake i said your name when i kissed another girl. she kicked me out immediately when i had to explain that you’re my ex. i want this. i want you.” he begged, his eyes looking down at me, brimming with tears.

“i need time to think.” i whispered, blinking away the tears. he nodded, kissing the top of my head. i pulled away from him, grabbing the door handle.

“how about we go back to your house and get pizza? watch movies on the couch?” i asked, turning around to meet his gaze.

his eyes were wide. he nodded his head, quickly following me out of the bathroom.

i knew we could never be friends, we’d only ever be in love with each other.

[blackgirlfariy]

Lick Back Pt1

This is taken place after that wonderful video surfaced of Letitia and Kehlani- lol

Paring: Letitia x F!reader

Warning: 18+ please

Summary: You and Letitia have been messing around on the low a little before BP2. To the public you’re her best friend but when it’s just you two she’s the love of your life. After an interesting video appear on twitter you were sick of waiting so you decided to get your “lick back”.

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

“Hello-”

“Bitch go look at what I sent you on twitter.” Your best friend, Mimi, told you.

I rolled my eyes at her for cutting me off but go look at it anyway. My eyeballs popped out of my head when I saw my so called “girlfriend” letting the singer Kehlani grind on her. I don’t if it’s my crazy eyes but if I’m not mistaken, I see a smile on her face.

 “Girl, you want me to cut her or you gon’ do it?” Mimi said after my long silence on the phone.

“Nope. I want you to come over and we’re going to go out and have fun and forget about these nothing ass men and women.” I said before walking into my closet trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight. 

“Ouu bitch, I like when you get like this. Makes me remember our old college days. I’ll be on my way and better have bottles ready for our pregame.” She hung up after that and I sprang into action. 

I’m a famous songwriter and singer who worked with big names in the industry. I wrote songs for Beyonce on her lemonade album, I wrote songs for Ariana Grande and many more artists. I have a few awards under my belt. With my background in writing music, I was asked to write a song for Black panther 2, Lift me up, it was such an honor. I met Letitia through my childhood friend Ryan who is also the creator of Black panther 1 and 2, I was a fan of hers since watching her episode in Black Mirror. 

The moment I looked her my heart flutter and I wanted her to be mine right then and there. We went out to dinner during one of our breaks from the famous world and we’ve been close ever since. Until one night I ended up in her bed with her head in between my legs. Ever since the two of us have on the low with each other. My only complaint in the way she acts when the two of us are in public, she treats me like a best friend would. I would understand it if we weren’t fucking each other brains out every night. 

It hurts to be in a position like this, in a position where you have to go out the way to show someone who you thought valued you that others can do and feel the same. Simple. I wasn’t planning on going crazy tonight but every time I see that video; I get upset and start thinking who was going to this ass thrown back on them. 

After I got out of the shower, and I walked to my vanity to give myself a beautiful beat face and once I was done with that, I walked to my room where my outfit laid on my bed. I put on my outfit and turned around in the mirror looking at how my ass sit just right and how my boobs sit in the dress. I wore a short black dress that was a little higher than my mid-thigh and wore black heels from LV. 

I heard the doorbell ring which alerted me Mimi have arrived. I walked down my spiral staircase walking up to my front door opening it seeing Mimi looking fine but what’s new. She was always the fashion friend. 

“Soooo you trying to get fucked up tonight huh? You look good girl.” Mimi said walking in giving me hug.

“If I’m getting fucked tonight it’s by somebody else because she acts like shit sweet. You beautiful by the way.” I responded leading her to the bar in my house where all my favorite liquor is. 

Time skip

By the time my driver dropped us off at the club we were beyond tipsy. I had to hold on to her in order to make inside. I was giggling about everything I looked at, when we walked in, I heard my favorite artist Megen Thee Stallion playing. We walked up to our section where I saw some of my other friends Mimi must’ve invited. We all grabbed shots and took them with a lime right after. 

“All right y’all like I told y’all Y/n is supposed to be getting her lick back tonight because her lil boo got her out looking a stupid. So, we gotta go all out tonight because if she gets caught, we might not see her again, okay?” Mimi laughed while we cheered and agreed. 

After some time, my friend Toni went to get us more shots while everyone else stood on the couch shaking ass and rapping lyrics obnoxiously. Before I knew it, I was on the dance floor with a homegirl dancing to twerk by the city girls. I’m throwing it back on her and she was keeping up with me the whole time. Mimi found her a man to the same. I at this point and time the last thing I was worried about Letitia at all. Honestly fuck her, it’s not fair that she can act the way she does but if i do it, it’s a problem.

I was still dancing with my home girl, when I glanced up to one of the top sections and saw the one and only… Letitia Wright. I thought I was seeing things so I just ignored it and walked to the bar for a water. I felt the club energy shift drastically, I looked over my shoulder and I saw her standing in the middle of the club floor. I could feel her eye on me even with her dark shades on. I didn’t want to pay her any mind but her aura is suffocating.

“Here all alone?” I heard a women’s voice on the right of me. I looked over and saw this tall dark skin women. She was beautiful and she wore a jumpsuit and she smelled vanilla, I was mesmerized.

“No I’m not. Im here with some friends. You need some company?” I asked with a smirk on my face.

Now my plan for the night was just to get a couple of dances and get some videos to post. I didn’t expect to maybe go home with someone.

“I would love some of your company. Let me order something- “ the sexy women was cut off by you know who.

“Y/n how you been? I haven’t seen you in a while it’s nice to see your back in London.” Letitia said making her presence known.

“Well I called you and you didn’t answer. I just assumed you were too busy.” I responded with a little attitude in my voice. I’m not weak in the knees for her right now because I’m mad so I’m not afraid of what she could do to me.

“Well I’m about to go. You wanna come with me?” The women said, I didn’t get her name but hey.

“I was hoping you would come with me. I was hoping we could catch up with each other.” Letitia said while sneaking her to my ass and giving a squeeze.

“Uhh well your right Titia we haven’t talked in a while. So we’ll um… can I have your number so we can talk and get to know each other?” I asked the women. If Letitia want to be petty so can I.

After I got her number me and Titia walked out the club. I didn’t miss the looks all my friends gave me. They can’t judge cause my situation is no different than mine. Expect Mimi, she gon’ be a hoe until the day she die.

We walked outside getting slightly blinded by the excessive flashing lights. I wasn’t worried because like I said she treats me like a best friend on the outs. Her car pulled up and she opened the door for me and she got inside herself.

“Imma fuck you up.”

To Be Continued

A/n- hey you guys so with the growth in the Letitia Wright fandom I wanted to take a stab at it. Please be nice it’s been a LONG time since I’ve written. I do take requests for her and the characters she played.

[specialagentlokitty]

Castle x reader - what brings us closer

Tapping your pen against your desk, you furrowed your brows as you tried to block the background noise of the precinct.

You had been trying for a while to clear your head, to focus, but nothing was working, you just couldn’t focus.

And the voices from a few desks over were distracting you.

Sighing, you leant back in your chair and headbutted the man behind you.

“Seriously dude?”

Shrugged a little bit.

“Maybe if you got your fatass head out the way Esposito.”

“In case you haven’t noticed there ain’t much room here, get outta here.”

He pushed your head back up and you turned around, picking up your cup from your desk, shoving his head so you could get past.

“Seriously?! You’re childish (Y/N)!”

“I know!” You called back.

You smirked as you walked over to the break room, and began making yourself another coffee, and you picked up the cup that was just set next to you.

“So, what’s going on? You only bully me when you’re pissed or upset, so, which is it?” Esposito asked.

“I don’t even know at this point Es, I honestly don’t know.” You sighed.

He furrowed his brows, leaning against the counter.

“Care to go into more detail?”

“Hey guys.” Castle beamed.

You glanced at him before turning back to the other officer in the room.

“I’ll be there.”

You smiled, nodding as you left, heading back to your desk.

When you had finished your shift, you made your way back to your apartment, leaving the door unlocked as you walked to the couch and threw yourself down.

It wasn’t long before the door was opened and closed again.

“Yo.”

Esposito sat down, and Ryan placed a couple of pizza boxes on the table.

“I don’t remember inviting you lover boy.”

“Come on, you’re having a crappy time, I can’t not come can I?”

You chuckled a little, smiling at them as you offered both of them a drink from the box on the table and they both took one.

“So, what’s going on?” Ryan asked.

“Is it work? Family? A case?”

You shook your head.

“Nothing like that, it’s.. different..”

“Ah..” Ryan whispered.

“Guy troubles?” Esposito asked.

“Wow you are a good detective.”

He threw a cushion at you, and you threw it back with a little laugh.

Your smile soon faded, and you sighed heavily, leaning back into the couch.

“How do you ignore the fact that you’re in love with someone, and that person will never be in love with you?” You asked.

“Well, first of all the guy has to be a dick if he doesn’t know.”

“Thanks Esposito, helpful. Ryan?”

He turned to you, giving you a small smile.

“Well, it depends. Sometimes people can’t tell straight away, not without being told. Does he even know how you feel about him?”

“You’ve seen him, you know exactly who he feels that way about, and it sure as hell ain’t me.”

“You can’t let that get to you, come on, Castle is nothing but a playboy anyway, and Beckett certainly isn’t interested in him we know that for a fact.”

“Exactly bro, you deserve better. A lot better than someone like castle, you’ve seen his track record.” Esposito said.

You glared a little.

“You think I don’t know that? I hate the fact that I’m in love with him Javi, I hate the fact that I know he will never, ever, look at me like that, he hardly spares me a second glance now as it is. I hate that I love him.”

They both smiled at you.

“Maybe if you spoke to him, you could see if he feels the same. He could love you one day if you talk to him you know.” Ryan spoke gently.

“The sap has a point (Y/N), just think about it.”

“Come on, it’s clear he’s head over heels for Beckett, and who wouldn’t be. I can’t compete with that.”

“Come on, you can! Don’t be so hard on yourself!”

You looked at them both and you huffed a bit.

“Right if I wanted relationship advice some either of you two goons I would’ve come earlier.”

“Next time we won’t help then asshole.”

You laughed, getting up you tossed yourself between them and picked up a pizza box.

You guys sometime just talking about whatever came to him.

Ryan fell asleep on your other couch, and Esposito was asleep on the floor while you were laid on the couch watching tv.

“Thanks guys…” you mumbled.

You didn’t think much about what they said, and you went to sleep.

Despite them trying to convince you to bring it over every so often when they saw a chance, you carried on ignoring them.

You didn’t see the point in bringing it up.

You knew that nothing would change, and if anything you felt like you would be putting yourself in an awkward situation you would never get out of.

So your plan was to carry on ignoring it.

Until now it became all you could think about, knowing full well that right under your foot was a trigger for some sort of explosive device.

One wrong move and it would be over for you.

You took a small shaky breath as you looked at your best friend who was calling out for help.

“Esposito…”

“You’ll be okay…” he whispered.

Everybody came rushing in and you smiled a little at the, taking a shaky breath.

“Oh (Y/N)…” Beckett whispered.

“I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, don’t be sorry. We’re going to get you out of this.” Ryan said.

You gave a small nod, but truth be told you didn’t believe a word of it.

While they spoke about what to do, you felt Castle staring at you, and you turned to him.

“You all need to leave now, we need to make sure the area was secure.”

“No!” Castle blurted.

Everybody turned to him.

“Castle go, I’ll ask them to let you back in if and when it’s safe..”

He was all but dragged away by everybody.

The bomb squad didn’t everything they needed to do, creating a safety zone where people could walk and move around you without triggering anything.

Once that was done the detective in charge turned to you.

“Do you want them back in?”

“No.. I uh.. no..”

He nodded his head and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you tried to calm yourself down.

You didn’t know what to do, or how to feel.

Nobody ever knew what to do in situations like this.

The room fell quiet, and you ignored the ringing off your phone, but when steps sounded in the room you opened your eyes.

“Castle?” You asked.

“I snuck past the guys next door.” He grinned.

“Castle you need to go, it isn’t safe.”

“It is as long as I stay outside that red circle right?”

“That’s not the point, go.” You warned lowly.

He shook his head, crossing his arms.

“I’m not leaving you here on your own.”

You sighed, tilting your head back to look at the ceiling.

Clearly you weren’t going to talk him out of it, and you weren’t in any position to be able to force him to leave the room.

So, you just nodded your head.

He spoke to you, made a few jokes, but you didn’t often reply to him.

“(Y/N)?”

You raised your gaze to meet his.

“You’re going to be okay, Beckett, Ryan, Esposito, everybody next door, they’re all working to figure this out.”

“I know…”

He sighed a little bit.

“I know you’re scared, but you’re going to be okay, I promise.”

“Don’t speak promises you can’t keep..”

He looked at you and you laughed bitterly.

“I.. I never thought I’d die like this…”

“You aren’t going to die.”

You began to tear up a little.

“Hey, hey come on. Don’t cry, don’t cry. It’s okay.”

“I have so many things I regret… things I regret not doing…”

“And you can still do them.”

You took a deep breath.

“Castle I know this thing is in a timer, and I know they’re probably not going to be able to disarm it..”

“(Y/N)…”

“Please, just listen okay?”

You looked at him, noticing his eyes were a little glossy, but he nodded his head.

“When I was kid I.. I would always change what I wanted to grow up to be… but seeing my dad saving people.. I knew I wanted to grow up like him…”

You looked at his phone, briefly getting a glance at the timer.

“But.. he was a lonely man.. and I didn’t want to be alone.. I wanted to find someone I loved.. and be with them forever… it’s cheesy I know but it’s true.. and I found that person I loved…”

The door opened and you both turned to it, watching as the bomb squad walked in.

“We need to clear the building now.”

“You can’t!” Castle yelled.

“Castle, look at me.”

He did.

You smiled weakly, tears falling from your eyes.

“I think love you castle.. I’m sorry I never told you.. the guys told me you could love me one day.. but I was scared.. but you need to go..”

“(Y/N) I…”

“Go!”

You didn’t want to hear what he had to say, so you cut him off.

If this were to be your final moments you didn’t want to know that he didn’t love you, that he never felt the same way.

Because right now you could live with the fact that you had told him, you could die knowing you weren’t hiding anything from him anymore.

“You guys need to go too..”

“Detective we’re working on it, we’re going to clear the field.”

“You said it yourself, one wrong move we all go down. I can’t die knowing I’ll be taking you all with me, so please, go. Call me when it’s clear.”

“We aren’t leaving you behind!”

“You don’t have a choice! Leave this building now! Our suspect needs to think he got away with this, he needs to see this building go down..”

You let out a shaky breath, looking up at them.

“Please don’t make me be the reason you died as well..”

There was a vibration to the building, and as most of the men left, the head of the operation stayed with you.

“You wanna make a run for it, we run together.” He said.

You nodded your head.

“We’ve figure out the decide will have a few seconds delay between the pressure point and the trigger.”

“What does that mean?”

He smiled at you, giving you his hand.

“You better run like hell.”

So you both waited for that all clear, and when you got it, you took a deep breath.

He began to count down, and when he reached one, you both sprinted from the room as fast as you could.

You made it decently far before the explosion happened, nearly out of the front of the building only to be thrown outside with force.

Coughing, you groaned in pain, slowly sitting up.

Your ears were ringing, and everything sounded so far away, your vision was distorted, and your body ached.

But it was a reminder you were alive.

So, you slowly pushed yourself up, stumbling a few steps and fell back to your knees.

You could finally hear the screaming of your name, and you saw a few familiar faces rush in front of you.

But you couldn’t really focus on them.

Everything else after that was a blur, ambulance, hospital, waking up.

Then finally you woke up focused, alert, and you bolted up right, taking a deep breath.

“What the hell were you thinking?! Why didn’t you wait?!” Castle yelled.

You frowned, holding your hand up to him.

“Loud..” you mumbled.

He immediately walked over, sitting in the side of the hospital bed as he eased you back into laying down.

“Does it hurt…?”

You weakly nodded.

“How bad..?”

“A few bruised ribs, some cuts and bruises, a couple of minor burns but nothing serious.”

Again nodded.

“What were you thinking (Y/N)? Why didn’t you wait? It wasn’t safe you know that…”

You said nothing and he sighed.

Castle placed his hand over yours, and that’s what got your attention.

“We thought the worst when we couldn’t find out, when.. when we saw that building go up..”

He looked at you, tears running down his face.

“I thought I lost you.. before I could tell you something…”

“What…?”

He smiled.

“Of course you love me, everybody does.”

You laughed, which soon turned into grumbles of pain and he panicked, holding your hand, his other hand on your face.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t laugh.”

“Asshole…”

He chuckled a little, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“When you get out of here we’re going to dinner, nowhere fancy yet, somewhere quiet for you until you’re better.”

You rose a brow.

“I think I love you too..” he whispered.

Castle leant down, carefully kissing you before he pulled away, laying next to you on the hospital bed.

“But for now we’ll stay here like this until everybody gets back..”

You nodded, liking the idea of that.

Castle wasn’t sure if you were going to remember any of what had just happened, or if you were still too dazed and confused.

But he hoped you would, because seeing you like that, on the brink of death made him realise he couldn’t waste any more time

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Think of this as a bit of a prequel to my Jake is an er nurse au!

TW- terrible, kinda abusive/pressuring for sex oc cowboy bf for Jake. Don’t worry they break up.

Jake loves the rodeo. Decided to tag along with the guys that do it pro for a few years. Three years of this and he’s loved every second. Knows he won’t be a lifer like some of the guys though.

The men are a nice bonus as well.

He’s not a buckle bunny since he rides but goddamn does he love cowboys.

Emmitt is four years older then him. They’ve floated around each other for a few years. They compete in different circles, Jake rides bulls, Em rides horses.

Jake liked being pinned down and being made to ride his thigh until he’s crying.

He can hear his dads voice in his head telling him not to do anything or anyone too stupid.

Emmitt definitely qualifies as stupid. Twenty and twenty-five is definitely a stupid age gap. But the way he watches Jake ride makes it all worth it.

-

Jake is in the back of the truck, they’ve been making out for a good fifteen minutes. Jake hopes Em will decide to stick around after he fucks him tonight. They’re two nights out from another competition. Jake gets gently slapped in the face. Emmitt has a habit of doing that.

Jake’s not sure he’s a fan of it.

Suddenly there’s a pain in his leg. It’s been causing issues all week. Landed on his hip wrong last ride. “Em wait. Ow. Fuck my hip.”

Emmitt pulls back to look at Jake. He tilts his head. “Baby can’t take it come on. Please? For me?” Jake shakes his head “not tonight it’s fucked.” Emmitt sits back up. “Well guess I’ll be going then.” Jake scrambles to grab his wrist. “No stay!” The man looks at Jake. He grins like a shark.

“But sugar if I stay I’m just going to want to fuck you.” Jake blinks at him. He hears his dads voice saying if someone ever pressures him to walk away.

Jake shoves his shoulder, “we can make out but I’m not doing anything more tonight. If you’ve got an issue with it yeah you can leave.”

Emmitt leans over to kiss him. “Come on it can’t be that bad with how you were dancing with Ryan earlier.” Jake stares at him. “Fuck off don’t start this shit again. You know there’s nothing with me and Ryan.”

Emmitt shakes his head, “dunno seems like you’d hop on his dick pretty fast.” Jake can’t believe this. He shoves the door open and lands on his feet. “We’re not doing this. Go sleep it off Em.”

The problem Jake has is he’s lean. Has to be for riding. But Emmitt is bigger, stronger. Can’t blame Jake for having a type.

A hand latches itself around Jake’s wrist. He’s jerked to a stop. “Sugar stay. Don’t go be a pouty bitch. Or a slut.”

Jake spins, he rips his wrist out of the hold. “And just like that we’re done. Fuck you Emmitt what the hell. I’m not the one who gets drunk, flirts and feels up the buckle bunnies. You do that. You’re the slut.”

There’s a crack of a slap.

Jake can’t believe it.

He punches Emmitt in the face faster then he can think. His dads didn’t raise a pushover. Always said if he got hit he better hit harder

It makes Emmitt stumble. Jake grabs his hat and takes off for Ryan’s trailer. He hears footsteps behind him he runs faster.

He slams into the door and falls through, he shoves it closed. Ryan sits up from where he was with his own buckle bunny. “Hey. Uh. We broke up. He hit me. Hit him back. Didn’t like that.”

Ethan and Ryan blink at him. They both move at once. Ethan snatches the knife he keeps on the bedside table, Ryan grabs the shotgun from the kitchen.

They’re both just in boxers but they shove Jake behind them. Ryan rips open the door. “Emmitt were driving through Death Valley tomorrow, if you even think about touching Jake anymore you’ll not leave that Valley. You hear me?” Ethan sends the knife flying into Emmitts hat. There’s a scream.

“Fine! The slut wasn’t worth it anyways! Fucking whore! Fag ass dads too!”

Jake can only watch in fear. He’s never had a boyfriend this bad before.

Ryan pulls Ethan back from doing anything stupid.

They pull Jake onto the small couch. Ethan hands over a satellite phone. “Call your dads, tell them to meet us in Vegas. They’ll get to watch you win and you’ll have more people in your corner.”

Jake can only stare at the phone. “What if they’re mad.”

Ryan laughs, he pulls Jake under his arm. Jake leans into the bigger man, “your dads are the nicest people ever. If anything we’ll have to keep them from killing Emmitt.”

Jake smiles at that. Ethan lights a cigarette and passes it to Jake. Now Jake doesn’t tend to ever smoke but goddamn he feels like he deserves it today.

“I’ll grab you ice. Ethan go get the kid some food and something strong to drink.”

Jake smiles at them. He knows they’re giving him an opportunity to talk to his dads privately.

They lock the door after they leave.

Jake dials the house phone.

It rings and rings.

“Chris Seresin?”

Jake let’s put a sob he didn’t know he was holding. “Dad? Some shit went down. Can y’all come to Vegas?”

Jake listens as his dad yells for the other two. “Baby of course. We’ll throw down vacation time. What’s wrong?”

Jake opens his mouth and closes it. He curls tighter in the blanket Ryan gave him. “I uh, broke up with the guy I was seeing. He didn’t like that much. Slapped me. I punched him back. I’m in Ryan’s trailer right now.”

He hears his pa start planning a murder. Can hear tata telling him to calm down. Jake smiles at that, why did he ever think they’d be mad. “We’ll be there. Pretty sure David, Lucas, Holly and Wolf will be too. we can make a trip out of it.”

Jake wipes the tears off. Ryan slips back into the trailer. He gives a questioning eyebrow, Jake gives him a thumbs up.

“Alright I gotta go, I’ll see y’all in Vegas. I love you.”

There’s a chorus of love you’s back. And promises of making sure he’s okay.

Ryan pulls Jake into another hug after he hangs up and holds the ice.

“I’m gonna quit. Be an ER nurse. I can’t do this my whole life.” Ryan laughs. “You say that like this is my long term plan. But seriously Jake you’d be an incredible nurse.”

Jake props himself up to look at Ryan, “you should marry Ethan. He deserves it for putting up with all the cowboy shit. He’s a goddamn clothing designer, he should be in California.” Ryan gently shoved Jake, “how do you know I haven’t proposed yet?”

Jake shoved him harder, “you can’t shut up about him, I’d know.” Speaking of the man he comes back with a burger and bottle of whiskey.

“Merry Christmas kiddo, Lea Ann sends her regards.”

They flip on the radio, Ryan starts strumming his guitar to the songs. Ethan pulls out his sketch book and sketches the way Jake and Ryan are leaning on each other.

It’ll be a long time before Jake can hear sugar and be fine but he’ll get there.

-

The next morning Emmitt is gone. Lea Anne insists she has no idea when he left. Everyone smiles at Jake. They might not all like the fact he’s gay but they do take care of their own.

Especially kids.

And that’s what Jake is to most of them, a kid, twenty.

[spiderh0rse]

arlen's mind notes! all ten episodes in here, mostly because i don't feel like splitting them up at All. w/e we vibe

e1

oh i HATE that alarm

does Not remember the prior night

,,,shares a room with Barney. gazes sidelong at Ryan. who says the same "I'm not his dad" thing. Only two beds in the room. What Is Going On Here.

Lives on-site, keeps his gun in his room. The room is pitifully small for two.

The background music is diagetic.

Thinks he may hate mornings more than anyone else in the world

The sink doesn't turn on but there Is a pool of water not draining from the sink. Rinses his hands in that.

Apparently slept in his uniform.

The vending machine ate his money D: At least tries to get breakfast.

Slur count one.

beeps out the swears but not the slur. Okay.

Complains about the ramp in the dorms. Says they won't have any handicapped security guards, and it's only guards and scientists in that specific hall. Clearly does not know about Keller.

Lampshades the Rescas ahead of time

Does seem to have a unique model.

Not a computer expert, he just presses keys and they work

New security guard swagger Disgusts him

falls asleep at his post

One of the other people at his station is named C.J.

INCREDIBLY concerned at a helicopter exploding and killing people right next to him, as well as some aliens arriving. Reasonable response!

Calls for backup.

middle initial is J!

A C G and F all have been giving reports of aliens

Kate is in Sector F

ah his name is spelled Tod. One d.

e2

maintains what I'd consider realistic reactions to corpses and aliens

inspects a dead vortigaunt

very sharp reflexes

screams when he sees zombies unexpectedly

Figures out the mechanics of the headcrabs but refuses to linger on it

calls some pipes gay??

finds the room that had music going. There's a lot of beds in here.

mumbling SO badly. I can barely hear him

stops to watch a zombie fiddle with a vending machine before killing it

shoots a vending machine for soda!

"sprite is fucking awesome"

slur count TWO

shoots a box open. Three boxes

delighted to have a shotgun. Considers himself invincible while having one

SUDDENLY REMEMBERS KATE

the instinct of every mindverse character: wait for the houndeye to finish charging up and get ear blasted

the houndeye very well may have ruptured his kidney. He keeps going around like that anyways

pool cue weapon,, does he know how fragile those things are? Very! I love pool.

seems to casually call things gay as an insult

questions half the things he says making sense

gets electrocuted and complains loudly about the pain

he wants to break physics too!

busts into the women's washroom with no comment

seems to think he's at risk of a heart attack if he doesn't calm down

e3

"okay, I'm calm now i think. I hope." Chat, I don't think he's calm

repeating to himself to be calm, calm... Briefly interrupts with a I WANT TO KILL EVERYBODY and then calms right back down

finds the target range calming. Possibly because of the ammo

"not barely anything"

takes the alien issue as an excuse to go into places he's not meant to be

"security... is everyone's job" enters the security only room

absolutely delighted to use grenades at any opportunity

watches the nature channel. Frequently sees thing spraying goo everywhere

just. So lame. He's great.

tells a door closing on him is Not Polite

PAC MAN

ARCADE IN THIS PLACE FUCK YES

he isn't sure if he wants to be upset over the money wasted on the arcade or that He wasn't invited in

he is working on a gun that he seems to think needs replacing

despite asking for a replacement two months ago, he has not been Issued the replacement gun

seems to enjoy talking through the things he's physically doing

FLYING HEADCRAB

has schizophrenia and admits it acts up sometimes. Mmmmay be another joke? Feels literal to me.

wonders what a barnacle will do to him if he touches it

jeez he can kill a barnacle with a single pool cue hit

gets headaches after being choked

stresses to the soldiers that he is Not evil, it's. It's Him. Tod Jarley Arlen. Says that's not actually his name he's just very scared.

cuts a couple gs off the end of his words

delights in gunning down the soldiers while it's happening (seems very mad they're trying to kill him) but follows it up with

"I just killed two people. That's nice to know. I'm going to hell."

e4

describes himself as a "homicidal maniac" and says it's going to be hard to take that in

seems to be in shock, actually!

avoids killing the next soldiers he comes across and just Runs

hits his nose trying to get into a vent

thinks he broke his nose!

he is still trying to forget that he's murdering people

immediately has to kill more soldiers. Plaintively expresses that this Isn't fun and he Doesn't like murdering people

thinks watching the blood splatter is fun. Immediately asks what's wrong with him

turret. He officially loves his life

happy to destroy the turret!

the cliffside is Also not fun!

usually flat affect except when his life is in active danger

wishes Kate was here :(

has played Minecraft! Which. Was first made playable by the public in 2009. Full release was 2011, I think.

gman!! Tod knows him! He's seen him, anyways. Tod doesn't want a thing to do with him, "even if it is an alien apocalypse." Clearly has some understanding of what he is.

if he misses an exit behind a door he's going to cry

you just shot a SNOT MONSTER, sir

sounds like he's about to cry when he finds a body a bullsquid tore up

tells things to go to hell pretty frequently

tad hurt by falling from a height

doesn't hesitate overmuch to do something dangerous when it's his only option

OH. oh he has BADLY injured his legs that sounded deeply unpleasant

laughs a bit while in pain

okay the way this mod is made he is blatantly taking hits but doesn't comment at all so we shall just kindly hold kayfabe

seems less bothered by killing people right now. Course corrects from wanting people to approach him to telling himself to calm down

doesn't actually Want to become a homicidal maniac

e5

HE-ROLLED

just keeps using grenades every chance he gets. I don't blame him the blast radius on these are NUTS

"on three. One. Three!"

never learned how to use the railcars

amazed at the car's still functioning after multiple explosions

pondering the implications of the aliens overrunning Black Mesa despite their heavy armemants

always thought conspiracy theorists were idiots

very happy that he Isn't a conspiracy theorists

yells at himself to Wake Up just. To test if he's asleep. Doesn't seem too bothered that he isn't

BULLSQUID SPIT TO THE EYE. even after it mostly clears his sight is a bit fuzzy

the acid in his eyes hurts more than when he broke his arm. Most pain he's ever been in!

slur count... Stays at two. Barely.

screams and runs from an alien grunt in the MOST visceral and personlike way I've seen ANY mindverse character do

tries so hard to convince himself he's dreaming and that none of this is real. Drops it when he sees someone hurt but possibly not dead

doesn't know if ducks have assholes

no longer remembers the way out after that panic

did NOT realize vortigaunts were lethal enough to explode people

seems to dislike people being quiet all the time

this is the First time he's been bothered by blood, picking something up off the ground

gets a BIG ol infodump of the half life lore

there's some Secret Radio the guards can use to do stuff and. Help people with I guess????

convinced fate wants him dead

deeply afraid of the special forces

Jordan? Whos- OHHH from sector G!

Rachel? Ohhhh she's the onw that exploded

Tod has got to get to the loading bay and warn gordon freeman about. Special forces I think?? What even is this plot

no matter the subject matter, Tod speaks in a very flat manner over the radio

he has been working at Black Mesa for five minutes

very afraid of the entire united states military

OH HEY he's the guard at the end of Apprehension!

that's sick one of the snipers gets him!

e6

impressed by the training course hologram

has no idea how the HEV suit knows his health. Finds it tight. Why is he getting HEV training??

dealt with Positive Parents mail in high school. Poor kids school, he says

"who in the world called running and jumping commands"

ohhhh he's getting training in case scientists trained with it are all too busy for something that needs it

baits someone into thinking of an innuendo. Then makes a yo mama joke

well! Well that wasn't a slur! But it is rude!

think the long jump module looks like a jetpack that goes on his arm

ponders stealing the HEV suit. He likes it.

he is Not jumping onto that target. Misses it instead.

he hates the hologram now >:(

thinks the medkits feel nice. A bit drugged. He's very calm.

tries to crush a roach. They annoy him

sees the intended route and bypasses it

crate madness

thinks he's been hearing scientists crawling through the vents

slenderman reference... First made in 2009. Has never found him scary.

happy to lay hands on a gun. Confused as to why the scientists need guns

very good in the target range. Drops his gun once he's done

hates swimming and being wet

underwater mumbling!!!

thinks having the charging unit right after a bunch of water is a bit foolish

black mesa green goop! Explosion hits him! Incredibly!! Bothered!!!!

goop on his foot

sick the day they were taught how to use the trains

smokes, listens to the radio. Thats his idea of relaxing

plans to kick Barney out for the night, send him to his girlfriend's house.

Barney hates snakes.

e7

oh he's coming back from being shot

where IS he, yeah

they TOOK his RADIO and FLASHLIGHT

YELLING IN PAIN MY FAVOURITE :D

SO scared

snarks towards the military for a bit in anger

knows he can get morphine from the first aid kits but that's not his highest priority

priorities: find gun, get Kate/find car. Whichever of those comes first

yells every time he shoots something right now

getting a bit of an adrenaline rush killing stuff right now. That IS dulling the pain. He wonders if it's bad that he wants to keep that rush going

thinks having an alien as a pet would be sick

vulgar man. Vulgar.

AUGH ALIEN GRUNT. shot BEES at him

sees aliens being gunned down by turrets and decides he Isn't Doing That.

out of ammo... Oh boy.

wants a pet houndeye :> calls them dogs and creepers at once

freaks the fuck out at hearing military radio chatter

didn't realize how much pain he was in until he got painkillers

other than the painkilling seems entirely unaffected by the drugs

no longer avoiding killing people.

slur count three.

cars!!!

"hard as all living cunt" you have a way with words, Arlen

wh. Why is there a dead survey team member out here. why is anyone here wearing an HEV.

has no clue how he's in a relationship with Kate

slur count four.

"what the pancake"

e8

just got hit in the head with a brick because of a FLY

gets higher-pitched when he yells. sounds like most interps of karkat

"beep. Beep. Beep. BEEP." (anger in his heart)

amazed at how fragile black mesa security is

tod arlen says acab! well. well i think he is trying to quote a john mulaney bit but yknow still counts

tells the scientists to pick up guns

"you wouldn't blow up your mother like that!"

got some glass in his arm :( hurts less than the shredded cheese

dry shredded cheese is a deadly weapon

a bit shocked at a talking vortigaunt. wonders if he's going insane. does try to talk back to the guy

oh boy how. how is this plot going

whoevers voicing the the vortigaunts here is great. unless these are voice lines im not familiar with being clipped here? well either way very nice arrangement

hes always been freaked out by corpses but thinks after today that either wont be a problem or hell have ptsd

the scientists expect the security guards to do everything other than science proper.

he did NOT go to enginering school

just keeps knockin back morphine

fails to consider shotguns decreasing accuracy across a distance

shuffles his way along a really small ledge. very good at that! seems to know to keep his center of balance low

doesn't injure himself! woo!

he got called to work on computers in biology once. the scientists there had managed to plug a power strip into itself and were then wondering why it wouldn't work.

oh hey the zombies can open doors

simmons and walter! they have Not heard from Kate :(

weird goop in scientist tubes! does make him feel a bit better after the multiple gunshot wounds

calls simmons "sims" once- twice! more! just very often.

keeps getting syringes of science goop

simmons seems to have been kidnapped. tod hopes he gets out alright.

gets kicked off a platform and takes a head injury. pretty sure.

e9

has adjusted to the cycle of shoot people get shot eventually get knocked out

has no clue what day it is and is very confused overall

very confused about how he isn't dead

wonders vaguely if he's only alive because the alien overlord wants him alive for some reason

"front horse of a macadamia nut"

telling himself to stop thinking logically because it clearly does not mesh with the situation

avoids flickering lights

loud noises make his headache worse

he is just SO uncomfortable

sings Some song about cap guns

forced to stand in front of an eye scanner while getting shot

"that wasn't your average military. that was advanced military"

he makes a ton of very sexual metaphors and only means then that way some of the time

calls himself TJ with the ease of someone who's been called that for much of his life

doctor roleplay,,,,

worries about alien illnesses and if humans can handle the new diseases

it's night! It is Not tomorrow yet

dislikes loud noises right now

OHHHH this is the landing pad from the tram ride in hl1? Maybe? Yeah it is!

explosion RIGHT next to him

he'd rather freeze than burn

e10

WHAT IS THAT VOICE YOU'RE DOING. ARLEN

shocked at how easily he can kill military

slur count four :(

genuinely hopes he isn't god

HES GOT A CHOCOLATE BAR

it's not good chocolate

he. He thinks it's 2016????? Huh??????? Okay that sure is a year.

this room reeks of special forces

YOWLS

I WAS RIGHT IT IS LOUSY WITH NINJAS

Donald Duck noises,,,

can't get his mind off the year, says he can't remember anything other than Black Mesa, isn't sure how long he's been here...

tries to blow up the morphine. It doesn't work.

rationalizes that with everything hes been seeing the past few days being however his brain has been choosing to interpret it all. That's why the clocks don't have hands

"I'M SMARTER THAN YOU, BRAIN. I HAVE A GUN."

ponders that he may actually be in hell. Wonders how he'll bust out if that's the case

giving up on finding Kate. Or despairs that he won't find her

stares at him in the eyes. He is so interesting.

doesn't care about Kate as much as he wants to, but won't pretend he cares more because that'd be lying

scared of his dad. Hated him once

hurt a lot of people while addicted

face-heel turn he's trying to figure out how to get Deeper into hell now

oh man he is deeply suicidal good lord

starts spitting word salad for fun

figures he may as well embrace insanity

rhymes decently well!

mmmm credits

SECRET BONUS - HE'S IN A TUBE I GUESS. UNDERWATER MUMBLING. KATE FISHES HIM OUT AND THEN DOES NOT TALK

[stylinsuns]

HII YOUR NEIGHBOUR ANON! OMGG I MISSED YOU ITS BEEN SO LONG! I hate tumblr for not posting your reply:( and i had also sent another ask after that but ig tumblr was being a bitch. Um i was so excited to write to you that i forgot what even was in your reply lol. Its july now so i assume your semester has also ended and you’re on break..? How are you doing?! And tho its too late now Happy Pride to you too! My birthday was also in June (i hate getting old😭)When’s your birthday? Omg i have alot to say but I’m a bit sleep deprived and that’s on me cuz I don’t even have any excuse to not sleep. Tell me what you’ve been up to?! Anything exciting happened in your life?!!

i didn't get any asks after that :(((((( really really hate tumblr yes that's the hymn. and no god. not even close to semester end. then i was yes. but not now. the new one started forcefully quickly in june and now we have a seminar in september for which we have to write research paper sample after research paper sampleand i just want off this ride now i will live degreeless i want off i don't careeeeeee!!!!

anyway yes i'm doing good, despite how bone-tired i am at the end of every day, this has quite ironically been the best year of my academic life. i just wish i wasn't so occupied with everything all the time. but yes, i had an hour long foot bath which made my toes go very comfortably numb (pun intended) so i'm doing good, thank you. how have you been yourself? sorry to hear about the sleep deprivation, definitely don't try coffee after 8 o clock, i've found it's not that great a coping mechanism apparently. but i do hope you've found another celebration to busy yourself with,- last time it was eid, this time maybe muharram? tell me if i'm treading the wrong waters here religiously or communally because i absolutely could be - as that is the best kind of busy one can be. sigh. oh and i was talking of celebratiions omg HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!!!! it's such a shame i couldn't wish you on the day of :((( but stiiiilll happpyyyy birthdaaaayyyy getting old is absolutely fabulous it just comes with an unwanted, very necessary side of responsibilities&othersomeseriousstuff but that's life.

also did you want Barbie &/or Oppenheimer??? because i've watched the former THRICE somehow and im still not as sick of it as i ought to be i just love it a lot i love barbie i love gerwig i love margot robbie i love ken i love ryan gosling and onandonandonandon. guess probably that could be taken as the exciting bit for me too seeing as i haven't done jackshit apart from reading and analysing and secondary reading and re-analysing through a second approach in a long while now. im going to end this before i fall face down on my keypad now.

SO happy you've not estranged me altogether and still are on my block. love you, sending you all the good summer days (because that's another shit thing that's happened here - fucking rains) and good sleep and rest <3333333 take care, write back soon. i shall be waiting at the door of my inbox forlorn like i'm a victorian heroine and we're actually sending actual letters between the two of us kiss kiss

in case of any typos/errors, do not contact original poster for she is just a poor boy from a poor family(the 1d fandom) spare her her life from this atrocity (grammatical corrections)

[traningdummy]

A Skiing Surprise

Warnings: Top!Jacob Custos, Bottom! Male Reader, praise kink (slight), edging (slight)

“So what are your plans for Christmas Y/n?” Jacob asked me, he shrugged and took a sip of the vodka in his hand. Y/n gave him the bottle and he took a swig before setting it down, he put his arm around his shoulder.

“I might see my family, but their probably out of the country again.” Y/n told Jacob who nodded and kissed his cheek with a smile.

“Why don’t you come and hang out with me? I’m meeting up with some friends for a few days, after that we could just chill all break.” Jacob explained to Y/n who nodded and his head fell onto Jacob’s shoulder.

“Sounds like fun, I’ll call my parents tomorrow to see if I can.” Y/n told Jacob who nodded, while they sat in silence Y/n’s head fell onto Jacob’s chest and fell asleep to the beating of his heart.

“Yeah it’s fine honey, your father and I won’t be back until next summer anyways.” Y/n’s mother told him, he nodded before hearing Jacob outside. “Hang out with your boyfriend, he seems like a nice guy after our FaceTimes with you, love you.”

“Love you too momma, bye.” He told her and hung up, Y/n got his ags and went out of the dorm and went to the street where Jacob was loading up the car.

“There you are n/n! So what did the parents say?”

“They’re fine with it, I’m gonna see them in the summer.” Y/n told Jacob and packed in his bag. Jacob smiled and picked up the man, he gave him a kiss before letting him go.

“Let’s hurry, the car is warmer than out here.” Jacob shuddered and Y/n laughed before nodding and got into the car. Jacob did a small fist pump to the air before closing the trunk and began the drive.

It was a long drive but the two made it work, singing along to Mariah, Selena, and any other songs they would play. They also alternated between who pays for gas and snacks so it would be equal, and they both enjoyed their time together.

“Look there it is!” Jacob jeered and Y/n saw a ski resort sign pass by as Jacob kept driving, after sometime they reached the top where a few cars were already parked. “Come on Y/n! I think they’re already inside!” Jacob said as he got out and got both his and Y/n’s bags.

The two went in and checked into the resort, after getting their room they set down their bags and heard a knock on the door. Jacob answered and screamed with glee.

“Dylan! Oh my god I’m so happy to see you bro!” He yelled and pulled Dylan into a tight hug.

“Jesus, I see the werewolf gave you more strength.” Dylan muttered and walked into the room and saw Y/n on the bed. “Why hello there, the name’s Dylan. You are?”

“Y/n, Jacob’s boyfriend, I see you’re Dj Dylan?” Y/n asked and Dylan gave a smile and nodded.

“Yep, Dj Dylan always had the best beats around the camp no doubt about it!” He said with pride and a laugh came out.

“I could disagree, but he would bully me. I’m Ryan, that knucklehead is my boyfriend.” He said to Y/n and they shook hands.

“Nice to meet you Ryan, Y/n, Jacob’s boyfriend.” Y/n repeated to Ryan who nodded and sat beside him and the two began to talk while Jacob was still greeting more people.

“Now that we are all here, how about we go skiing?” Jacob suggested and the group nodded, Jacob ahead with Kaitlyn, Nick, and Abby while Y/n stayed behind with Dylan, Ryan, and Emma.

“So Y/n how did you pull in that big himbo?” Emma asked Y/n who choked on his spit and Dylan let out a laugh.

“S-Sorry, I met him in college and to be honest for the longest time he was my best friend until one night we confessed our feelings and started dating.” Y/n told Emma who nodded and they kept walking, Emma and Y/n talking with the occasional chip in from Dylan who was holding Ryan’s hand.

“You seem happy Jacob, you finally found the one?” Kaitlyn asked Jacob who nodded with a smile.

“Yes, and I am very sure of it. He always makes my stomach do loops, keeps me happy even on my worst days, stays with me when I need him, and he is just perfect.” Jacob ranted and sighed dreamily as the others chuckled.

“Glad to see you found someone, Jacob.” Abigail spoke up and Nick nodded.

“He’s your mate for life right?” Nick asked and Jacob nodded and they got to the rental and they all split up.

After they finished skiing they all went to their rooms feeling drained from the day, but Y/n and Jacob couldn’t sleep that night so they spent it next to each other watching Christmas movies on the television.

“I love you Y/n.” Jacob muttered against his head and Y/n laughed.

“I love you too, you big himbo.” Y/n spoke and kissed Jacob’s lips, but before he could let go a hand snaked around his waist and Jacob sat him on his lap. Y/n smirked and moved away from his lips, moving down to Jacob’s neck sucking and leaving hickeys around his neck.

While Y/n did that Jacob removed each other’s shirts, and roamed his hands around Y/n’s torso and back. Before Jacob felt Y/n’s mouth move off his neck so Jacob took his time kissing all over Y/n’s body slowly lowering him down onto the bed.

“So perfect, so perfect for me” Jacob muttered as he kissed around and stopped at Y/n’s underwear, he looked up and saw Y/n’s flushed face who gave him a desperate nod and Jacob moved down the cloth and his dick sprung up.

Jacob gave Y/n a sly smile and began to suck, Y/n held in his moans letting out little oh’s and whimpers. When his body felt hot and a knot formed in his stomach Jacob stopped sucking, and Y/n whined before Jacob inserted a finger into Y/n.

“You need to be quiet, do you want everyone to hear you?” Jacob whispered into Y/n’s ear who shook his head and Jacob smiled. “Good, now be a good boy and stay quiet for me.” Jacob told Y/n as he inserted another finger.

As Jacob stretched Y/n out, he let out his moans on Jacob’s shoulder and neck before Jacob pressed against a spot that made Y/n take a sharp breath in before Jacob stopped.

“There, you’re doing great just a little longer.” Jacob said and took out a condom from his wallet after he put it on Jacob put some lube on his dick before slowly putting it inside of Y/n.

After it was inside Jacob let Y/n catch his breath before pumping in and out, Y/n holding in his breath trying to stay quiet but the pleasure was building and Y/n was slowly getting louder until he couldn’t hold it anymore and came with a loud moan.

It wasn’t long before Jacob followed in suit, Y/n’s walls clenching against his dick until he came in the condom. Jacob sighed with pleasure and took off the condom, throwing it off and into the garbage can.

The next day, Y/n was getting embarrassed by Dylan and Emma while Jacob was yelled at by Kaitlyn for how loud they were, she couldn’t sleep.

[dunnswrld]

i would like to place this down for when requests are open again, because i might forget. but my bam heart would like some elaboration on thiss

please and thank you <3

Jealousy

a/n: Sorry if this is a bad elaboration.. it's almost 5am and I fought to stay awake while writing this but told myself I needed to write at least one thing before bed so here we go!

prompt: See photo sent in request above :)

warnings: Fem!reader, fighting, clubbing, descriptions of blood

It all had happened so quickly you barley could process what had happened.

You were sitting at the bar in the club you were in, you and the rest of the Jackass guys thought you deserved a break from filming stunts for the second movie and decided the best way to let loose was to go out clubbing of course.

You wore a simple white dress and heels, nothing too special. But to the guy next to you you were basically a super model. He was showering you with compliments and even buying your drinks. You weren't the type to get mad at free drinks so you decided to just entertain the man and if things got out of hand simply just go find one of the guys.

Plus he wasn't that bad looking of a guy.

But what you didn't know was that one of the guys was watching very closely from a booth, that guy being Bam.

Bam and you had been best friends since you moved next door to him when you were only five and he was only six. You were even there when he did his first stunt, jumping off his roof, in fact you jumped off the roof with him right after he had jumped.

But what you didn't know was ever since that day Bam was practically in love with you. He didn't know what clicked in his head that day when you two jumped off his roof or if it was because of how hard he hit his head, but he was head over heels for you and you couldn't even notice after all these years.

Bam also wasn't the type to express his feelings, often hiding them in order to keep up his Jackass persona. Very few people saw his emotional side but even the people that saw it said it only lasted a few minutes before his persona was standing high up once again.

So when people would say you two would be a cute couple Bam was quick to begin to fake gag and say how disgusting that would be. Which did hurt him a lot to say because he wanted more than anything in the world to have you be his girlfriend.

So to sum things up Bam was in love with you, and you didn't even have the idea in your head he thought of you like that in anyway.

Bam watched from across the club like a hawk, watching how the guy spoke to you and slid you more shots. But when the guy gently put his hand on the back of your chair he wanted to burst, did this guy really think you were into him? Were you into him?

You were smiling and laughing, even taking the shots the man would hand you. If anything to Bam it seemed like the guy had you right in the spot he wanted, and that spot was being able to take you home with him.

Bam watched as the guys hand soon moved around your waist. Pulling you closer to him as he looked at you and you looked at him, and that's when the switch in Bam's head finally flicked and he slammed his beer down on the booth table and made his way out of the booth.

Poor Ryan was confused on why his friend left the booth so angrily, was his story about how he got his most recent tattoo really that boring?

Bam marched to the other side of the club to the bar where you and the guy sat. Once he was close enough to you Bam wasted zero time grabbing the guys hand from your waist harshly and ripping it off you.

You quickly turned to see who had just ripped the person buying your drinks hand off you, needless to say you were shocked when you saw Bam standing to your right with a drunk, angry look on his face.

"Bam? What are you doing?" You asked gently, trying to avoid any possible problems. "The hell is your problem man?" The guy- that you still haven't gotten the name off- asked. "What's my problem? You. You are my fucking problem." Bam snapped back quickly.

"I'm your fucking problem? I haven't done shit to you. Hell I don't even fucking know you." "Well I don't want you to know me or her. So stop stop being my problem tonight yeah?" Bam replied in a smart-ass tone only adding fuel to the already burning fire.

"How am I your problem? I'm sitting here trying to have a good time and out of no where you come over here thinking you own the fucking place." The guy spoke, his tone only getting more aggressive by the minute. "You're my problem cause you can't keep your hands to your fucking self!"

"Woah woah alright no need to get aggressive. Here Bam, let's go to the booth ok?" You said jumping off your bar stool next to Bam, really not wanting a fight on your night off. "You're really going to leave cause this asshole wants to control your night?" The guy said. Your body tensing up as you realized that something was defiantly going to happen.

"Are you mad your tiny dick is getting blue balled ass-face?" Bam snapped with a cocky smirk on his face. "You're acting like I can't find some other whore in the same slutty dress to sleep with here." You almost watched as Bam's temper bar finally reached its limit, he looked like he was going to explode, and that's just what he did.

Bam shoved the bar stool you once sat in to the floor and landed a hard punch to the guys face. The guy fell backwards as you quickly tried grabbing Bam's arm to pull him off- but Bam easily shook out of your grip and almost jumped onto the guy as he began to punch him.

But the guy didn't just sit there and take it, he was quick to try and block Bam's hits while trying to hit him as well. But Bam was running off anger, adrenaline, and alcohol so in the moment this guys hits were only soft grazes to Bam's face.

Bam began shouting things at the guy that was going in one of your ears and out the other, you weren't paying attention to what he was saying because all you were trying to do was pull bam off before the bouncers got called and you guys would be in deep shit.

"Bam stop it's fine he didn't mean it alright!" You said trying to pull him off by his arm, but Bam only ripping his arm out of your grip as him and the man kept fighting.

It wasn't until you saw the familiar faces of Ryan and Johnny shoving through the crowd that hurdled around the fight that broke out. Ryan was quick to grab his friend from the back and yank him off the man, Johnny standing between the guy and Bam being held back by Ryan just incase Bam broke out of Ryan's grasp.

"Let me go damn it!" Bam said as he tried to rip off the bear hug like grip Ryan's arms had on him. "Nope not happening. Time to go." Ryan said in a tired like tone. You followed Ryan and he practically carried a very angry Bam out of the club. You turned your head back to see the guy his face almost covered in his own blood as he was arguing with Johnny who looked like he was just trying to calm the guy down to avoid any police related issues.

Ryan used his foot as he kicked open the entrance door to the bar and walked out, you followed behind him closely as profanities seemed to pool out of Bam's mouth. Ryan dropped his friend once they were far enough for comfort from the club entrance.

"Why the fuck did you pull me off Dunn? He totally deserved that ass beating he had!" Bam yelled. "Bam I understand in your eyes he might've but now think logically. If he calls the cops you're going to jail for assault." Bam stayed quiet as his friend scolded him just like how April would.

"Yn take this jackass back to the hotel, I'm going to go back in and try my best to make this guy not press any fucking charges." You nodded at Ryan's words before he turned back to the club and made his way back in.

Bam began walking in the direction the hotel was in once Ryan was inside the club, you quickly followed behind Bam. As you walked behind Bam you kicked off your heels and carried them in your hand, not wanting to get any blisters even though the walk was short.

The walk back to the hotel was silent, nothing being said between you and Bam the whole five minute walk back. Every so often Bam would turn his head back to make sure you were still following behind him and that you were indeed ok.

When you and Bam finally returned back to the hotel and back to the floor you all were staying on you watched as Bam dug in his pockets trying to find his key card that wasn't there. Bam ran his hands through his hair as he let out a large sigh.

He turned to his right where he saw you unlocking your room with your key card.

"Sorry to bother you even more tonight but I'm an idiot and lost my key card. Could I stay in your room till Ryan gets back?" Bam asked in a tired tone.

This was your first time getting a good look at Bam's face since he started the fight. His nose bleed heavily and dripped down to his nose to his mouth and down his chin, his left eye swollen and was obvious that it was soon going to turn purple.

"Yeah of course, I'll clean you up too." You said with a soft smile as you pushed open your hotel door. Bam letting out a gentle sigh of relief when you agreed to letting him in your room even after the scene he had made at the club. You walked into your hotel room and Bam followed behind you. The door shutting softly behind him as he walked in.

You threw your heals into your room and gently grabbed Bam's arm, leading him to the small hotel bathroom. You flicked the light on and pointed to the toilet for Bam to take a seat, which he did exactly.

You opened the cupboards under the sink and grabbed the first aid kit the hotel had provided. You shut the cupboards and placed the first aid kit on the sink counter where you opened it and began to dig out all the things you think you would need.

You grabbed the towel hanging near the sink and turned on the sink and damped the towel with cold water. You took a step in the open space between Bam's legs, and began to gently whip away at the blood that dripped from his nose.

All Bam could do was gently shut his eyes as he gently wrapped his arms around your lower waist, the cold towel wiping away the hot blood from his face felt relieving.

"You didn't need to do that you know?" You said gently. "I couldn't let him call you a whore and a slut." Bam replied in the same gentle tone. You grabbed Bam's hands from your waist and looked at his knuckles that were scratched and bloody, you held his left hand in yours and gently began wiping each knuckle off.

"Words don't hurt me, Bam." "I don't care, he shouldn't talk about you like that." "He wasn't talking to me like that before you ripped his hand off me like that." You said. You gently let go of Bam's left hand and grabbed his right hand and began to wipe away at the bloody scratches.

"He didn't need to touch you like that either." Bam said as he watched you wipe off his knuckles. "Why not?" You asked, you were actually curious on why Bam thought he didn't need to be touching your waist. "Cause it should've been my hand." You froze at his response to your question.

Out of all the things the curly haired boy could've said you weren't expecting him to say that. "Your hand?" You asked as your eyes looked into Bam's crystal blue eyes. "I was jealous. There's no other way to say it other than I was jealous he was touching you like that and I wasn't." You only looked at Bam as you tried to process the fact he was confessing to you as you cleaned up his bloody knuckles.

"I like you. It's apparent now because I just beat some guys ass over him flirting with you." Bam said, letting out a breathless chuckle. "Why'd you never tell me?" You asked, setting the towel on the counter of the sink giving Bam your full attention.

But all Bam did in response to your question was shrug and look down at his shoes. His persona barrier starting to rise up, but before it could you gently grabbed his face and made him look at you.

"Maybe if you told me sooner that could've been your hand, Margera." You smiled gently. Bam let out a soft chuckle as he wrapped his arms around you again and pulled you closer to him, his head resting on your chest as you moved your hands to his hair and gently wrapped them around his curly head of hair.

"I've liked you since that day we jumped off my roof when we were kids." Bam admitted, his cheeks glowing a shade of red as he finally told you. "I started liking you when we were in high school and you filled that guy who used to make fun of me locker with moldy old apples you saved for months just for that." You giggled as you remembered the memory.

"He deserved that." Bam laughed. "He really." You said with a laugh. Bam and you stayed in the hugging position you two were in, Bam feeling at peace in your arms and knowing you in fact had mutual feelings for him.

"Do you want to maybe sleep in my room tonight?" You asked. "Yeah, yeah I would like that." Bam said. All you did was smile softly to yourself as you gently brushed your fingers through Bam's curls. A comfortable silence filled the bathroom as Bam's grip around your hips gently tightened.

"Hey Yn?"

"Yeah Bam?"

"My nose was totally bleeding this whole time and got all over your dress. Sorry."

[dxrkenedheights]

★・・・・・・★

"Okay, it weren't under the bed jus' sittin' there. It was hidden behind shit. You had to snoop." Ryan protests through a grin, fighting a chuckle and a quick blink in disbelief. "If you asked to get it, I woulda said yeah anyways. Dumbass." he adds passionately, adopting a childish huff which only lingers for a few moments. Her next words prompt Ryan's gaze to shift to the same camera, studying it for a beat before clicking his tongue. "Iuno, not all of 'em got lights." he shrugs, free hand moving to the back of his neck again to rub away the uncomfortable feeling of close that returns. In his brief distraction, Tammie's words produce a loud bark of a laugh from him and his head flops back quickly. "Nine bucks is fuckin' crazy. Thought I heard wrong when he said it." he recalls the very night, able to chuckle now about the squabble that followed. "Remember that's when you tried to break up with me for makin' you walk to the next one three doors down?"

Reminiscing isn't always warm, in fact, reminiscing about their relationship often ends up with the same bitter feeling of regret. Ryan stuck in ways that no longer exist, never acknowledging it at the time but knowing deep down that his father and the pack's codes were preventing him from being a better man. So, he doesn't take offence when Tammie agrees with the obvious. Asshole is a gross understatement, if anything. Instead, he follows her to the first floor and ignores the sting of her words. It does matter to him. "Think it's old, all old shit gotta creak and crack. People and buildings." he chuckles but doesn't disagree that the entire hotel is ominous and full of shadows. They split as they reach the top, Ryan wandering a few doors opposite to Tammie to the next cupboard between rooms but he's pulled away from the actual task at hand when she speaks. He can't judge the way she's notorious for trying to hide away behind walls, not when he does the same thing but it has always been quick to irk him. "No, Tams. What the fuck? Don't do that. You damn started this conversation. I was answering you, I fucking answered." he steps to her and laughs from a pure point of deflection. "Why do you do that? There's been so much shit we coulda talked about when we was together but you refused to, you just snubbed it and moved on and then sure enough it came right back up again. You obviously wanna talk about it, we can talk about it. I fuckin' hate a lot of shit that happened with us." he admits, still not quite managing a serious tone.

Chuckling to herself, Tammie's brows quirk as she fills her pack. "Well, that was a rookie mistake." she mumbles teasingly, recalling how easy it was to locate what Ryan thought was an inconspicuous hiding spot. "Maybe not under a bed? Think y'should try that next time." she grins at him over her shoulder before taking a slow stroll to follow him. The comment about the generators cause her eyes to flick to the corner of the room and the camera nestled there, frowning as her head shakes. "Nah. There'd be a light or somethin', right?" or they'd be able to hear the low hum of electricity. The small town ticked all the boxes of an abandoned one, deserted and not even the faint sensation of being watched could change her mind. "You know damn well, I'm the furthest thing from a spoiled brat. Else I wouldn'ta dated you. Mr. Nine Bucks for a Beer is Outrageous."

Tammie falls quiet soon after that, not only listening to Ryan's sparse answer but watching him as closely as she can without glaring. Immediately, regret bubbles away for even asking because, as always, a conversation that feels too real and too close sends her skittish ways into motion. So, Tammie only shrugs and scoffs awkwardly while closing up her pack and throwing it over her shoulder. "I mean, it hardly matters much these days. JJ does need to get a grip. But yeah, you were one." she nods, moving with him to the staircase and pausing again. "Nah, let's just get 'em now and shove 'em in the car before we hit the next place." she decides for them, moving by him and up the first few steps. "Saves comin' back here because this place gives me the creeps." she adds, not glancing to Ryan as she hears the question and the uncomfortable realization that he's obviously spent time recounting their relationship. "I don't know." she deflects, climbing to the next floor with a quick stomp. "Well, s'not like you're the kinda guy who ever says sorry so. Figured..." her words trail off and she finishes them with a shrug instead. Eventually, as she nears a storing cupboard between two rooms, Tammie ends up biting. "We can jus' get the blankets and shit. We don't gotta do this." she waves between them.

[livexdolan]

40 & 70 with gray? :)

40. "Thought I told you to stay by my side, eh?"  & 70. “You know what? Never-mind, you’ll know I’m lying to you anyway.” 

Masterlist

Whenever people found out who your best friend was- you knew they were trying to keep from laughing in your face. If he weren’t standing right next to you when you told people, sometimes they would think you were lying.

You’ve been friends with Grayson Dolan for more than a decade, knowing each other since elementary school. By high school, you drifted apart socially but you still hung out at each other’s houses, played video games, helped him with projects, even decided to go to the same college.

You handled Grayson’s popularity in high school well and he handled your lack of popularity well. All you prayed was college would be different.

It wasn’t.

Grayson decided to join Theta Xi, known to be the biggest pothead frat but also the best partiers. You told Grayson that maybe your friendship wasn’t going to work out, this was the sign. Grayson argued with you and spent weeks proving the frat would never change him.

Three years and a presidency later, he had changed. Yet for some reason, she stayed.

Well, she knew the reason, she’s been in love with him since the first time they kissed. It was on a rock in the forest behind his house, they were 16 and 17 and he had just learned no one had ever kissed her before.

After that, she knew she had to stay in his life even though she wasn’t his type at all and he had never given her any reason to believe he was interested in her as more than a friend.

Now, she’s cursing at the way she always get blindsided when it comes to Grayson. He talks her into the stupidest shit because he asks her in ways that she doesn’t realize what she’s getting into but by the time she finally realizes, it’s too late to back out.

Like right now, leaning against the counter in one of the kitchens. The frat house was split into four quads downstairs and two quads upstairs. Each quad has two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a small living space, which all lead out into the main, large room of the house where the main part of the party is happening.

She could still hear the music thumping beneath her feet, she was upstairs in the ‘off-limits’ quad. It was Grayson, Ethan, Ryan, and Mando’s rooms up here.

Grayson’s the president, E’s vp, Ryan’s in charge of everything grayson doesn’t want to deal with but his official title is treasurer, and Mando’s in charge of all things social media for the frat.

I’m in Ethan and Grayson’s kitchen, the cleanliness not surprising seeing as Ethans girlfriend pretty much lives with them at this point. I always try to clean up Grayson’s room and bathroom when I’m over, the OCD type A freak in me hates seeing his books everywhere, trash cans full of bottles, laundry piled in the corner.

It’s not like that most of the time though, that only happens on his bad weeks. Those are the weeks when he falls into this funk and only talks to me and Ethan. We all give him space because we know why it’s happening, they started right after their dad died.

Mr. Dolan dying was so hard on everyone. My family included. My dad wasn’t a very stand-up guy, and Mr. Dolan always made me feel welcome and was the kind of dad I always imagined my dad to be.

“Thought I told you to stay by my side, eh?" I jump at the deep voice, turning to see Grayson standing in the doorway, looking like an angel committing a sin by looking so hot.

He has on a pair of slacks and a loose, silk shirt, the pattern almost matching Ethans. The theme for the night was Coachella. Even if we were many states away and most of the people here couldn’t afford to even look at Coachella tickets.

I let him talk me into coming, wearing a knit triangle bralette top and off-white shorts Grayson picked out, I just realized my shorts match his pants perfectly.

I quirk my eyebrow at him and cross my arms, “I’m sorry, did I leave you to play beer pong?”

He smiles at me and I want to slap it off his face- or kiss it off- either is fine with me, “I’m sorry, angel. Just come back down and enjoy the rest of the party with me, I won’t ditch you again, I promise.”

Grayson’s always done his hardest to keep ever promise he’s told me, so I push off the counter, my entire hard-ass demeanor falling away and my normal, shy and reserved self takes it’s place. He grabs my hand and I try to ignore the pleasure I get from feeling his warmth on mine.

He pulls me towards the stairs and then we walk down together, me slightly behind him. He abruptly stops and I bump into him, cursing at him but he squeezes my hand, silently telling me to shut up.

I look over in time to see Dylan here, with McKenna. Dylan was my first boyfriend, though we’re only kissed and cuddled, I thought we were serious. Until I found out he had been sleeping with my dorm mate the entire time. That was freshman year, I should be over it. I am over it, but the look Grayson gives me tells me I don’t look as though I’m over it.

“C’mon.” Grayson pushes us through the crowd, keeping us out of the line of sight of my ex.

We duck into one of the quads and I realize too late- it’s the pot quad. The rooms filled with a thick haze, the slight soundproofing making the vibes much more calm and relaxing. There’s only a dozen or so people but I feel much better in here than out there. Even if I don’t smoke.

Someone passes Grayson a blunt and he takes a quick hit, “I feel like I should stay sober to make sure that asshole doesn’t even look at you,” I smile at Grayson’s protectiveness.

“I’m fine. It was a while ago, Gray. I’m over it,” I shrug. Maybe it would’ve hurt more if my heart didn’t belong to someone else.

I make a quick decision and go to take the blunt. Grayson pulls back, the weed out in the air where I can’t reach it, “What do you think you’re doing?”

He raises his brow and I scoff, rolling my eyes, “Give it to me, Grayson. I just want one hit.” He pulls back again when I try to reach out.

He just shakes his head and it feels like his patronizing a child, “this shits strong, angel. You can’t handle it.”

Something about the way he said it sends me back to a memory I forgot ever happened. After Dylan took me out for our five month, we went back to his place and we started making out. I tried to reach for his belt but he pulled away, telling me I wasn’t ready. Couldn’t handle it. That I was too immature and if I wanted it to be great, I should lose a little weight, because skinny girls have the best sex.

I snatch the blunt from Grayson, taking a hit before he can stop me. Fuck men. Fuck all men who think they know what I can and can’t handle. I think I inhaled to much because when I exhale I feel a heavy burn and a dry cough comes up my throat.

Grayson pats my back, “Angel-“

“Don’t.” I push his hand off me. Taking a deep breath, I see Grayson watching me closely. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look it. What is wrong with you tonight?” He asks me and I roll my eyes.

“You know what?” He looks at me expectantly and I sigh, “Never-mind, you’ll know I’m lying to you anyway.”

He grabs my hand and takes me out of the small room, moving us through the crowd to the back porch- a large, glassed in room. There’s only a few people out here.

He grabs my arms, “what’s wrong, y/n? Is it Dylan? I’ll kick him out if you want. ”

I look up into his eyes, the sincerity there surprising me. Grayson’s always been so honest with me. It’s time I’m honest with him. I don’t know if weed works this fast or if it’s the beer I downed earlier but I decide to be honest with him, “No, it’s not Dylan. I wasn’t even that hurt when we broke up. That’s because- I uh- I like you, Gray. I’ve had a crush on you since eleventh grade. I want to be with you. I mean- with you with you. I want to wake up next to you and hold hands and kiss and hug and- I want you to love me as much as I love you.” I rant.

His hands fall off my arms and my eyes well up, knowing the thing I’ve always feared is about to happen. He’s rejecting me. “Y/n I- I care about you. So much. But I- this isn’t a good idea.”

His words break my heart and I keep my gaze on the ground, “Um- okay. Well, I’m gonna- I have to go.” I say, looking up at him and biting my lip to hold back tears.

I turn on my heel and practically run back into the main room, trying to get out of this house as quickly as possible, “Y/n! Come back! Wait!” I hear Grayson’s voice and the tears start to fall, I push through the crowd faster, when someone grabs my arm, stopping me.

“Y/n?” I look up at Dylan, standing with McKenna. His eyebrows furrow when he sees me crying.

“Let me go,” I state, trying to get my arm out of his tight grip.

“What’s wrong? Who-“ he stops when he sees someone behind me, “Of course it was you. You’re such an asshole. What did you do to her?” He demands and I finally get my arm away from him.

Turning to see Grayson with rage in his eyes. He never got over Dylan cheating on me, “I didn’t do anything to her. You’re the piece of shit who cheated on y/n. How dare you come into my house and accuse me of hurting my best friend?” Grayson spits and I grab his arm out of instinct as he lurches forward.

“Gray, stop.” I say, he looks away from Dylan’s smirk to make eye contact with me for only a second before shrugging my hand off him.

“Yeah, Gray. Listen to your girlfriend. Don’t wanna embarrass you in your house, right?” Dylan mocks and I roll my eyes, knowing he’s just trying to rile Grayson up.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” the words are out of his mouth so quick, I don’t even realize what he said at first. I scoff and roll my eyes.

Because this is the time to correct him. You know what, “Fuck you.” I spit at Grayson and push my way out of the small circle forming around us. I make it to the front door when I hear a loud crack, looking back to see Dylan on the ground holding his nose and Grayson looking for me in the crowd.

We make eye contact and I shake my head, knowing this is the end of us. I open the door and slip out, running down the road, passing all the other fraternity houses. I can feel my heart pounding in my ears but I keep pushing myself until I get to my apartment, knowing it’s only a mile or so.

Once I get inside I slide down the door, leaning against it as I realize that happy ever afters are fake. The person you love isn’t always going to love you back. Fuck fairytales.

It’s not like I can hate Grayson- he didn’t know. I can hate him for not chasing me. He probably realized I’m not worth it. Best friends don’t run after each other, right? If he loved me, he wouldn’t have let Dylan get to him. He would’ve grabbed me and made me stay.

Tears fall down my face unrestrained as my heart clenches at the thought of never being friends with Grayson again. We’ve gone through death, high school, years of people trying to pull us apart, and I was able to ruin our friendship with three words.

If it was meant to be, he would’ve fought for me. Figuratively, not physically, seeing as he already punched someone tonight. I drag myself to my room and fell into the blankets, closing my eyes. I pray I will forget this night ever happened.

Next Part...

A/n: For all my people who didn’t get their fairy tale ending ❤️

[alccaddsccup]

Trippin’ on Tequila

thank you for the lovely request anon! I had a lot of fun writing this

Ina x MC

warnings: fluff, drunkenness and grazes

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“Bea, why are you calling this late?” Ina doesn’t even bother to sit up in bed as she answers the call, rubbing her eyes groggily

“Um, hi Ina. I mean, professor. This is Zoey”

Ina bolts upright, immediately worrying if something bad had happened to Bea

“Zoey, is everything all right?”

Zoey looks over to Bea, who is sat down on the sidewalk with her shoes in her hands (she’s completely out of it)

“Yup, tooooootally fine. I just wanted to ask if you could pick Bea up from the club”

“Of course, I’ll leave immediately” Ina throws off her duvet and searches for a hoodie to wear over her pyjamas. She finds one belonging to Bea and puts it on, the sleeves falling down to her fingertips; the hoodie must’ve been left behind from one of Bea’s previous *ahem* late night visits

“Wow, really? No questions asked? Bea is one lucky girl. I mean, hypothetically of course.”

“Zoey”

“I don’t know anything about what you and Bea get up to”

“Zoey!”

“Not a siiiiingle thing”

“Zoey! I’m aware that you know the true nature of myself and Bea’s relationship”

Was relationship even the right word? Bea and Ina hadn’t made anything official, nor had they made any promises to each other. This sudden doubt makes Ina feel uneasy, and she quickly tries to pull herself out of this spiral of overthinking

“Oh, okay! Anyway, the ambulance is here now, got to go. Byeeeee”

“Ambulance? What ambulance?” It was too late, Zoey had already hung up

With worry eating at her, Ina drives as hastily as the law allows until she pulls up outside the club. She spots Bea talking to a pair of girls she doesn’t recognise, and relief floods through Ina’s body to see Bea in one piece. 

Ina goes to throw open the car door but quickly reconsiders when she remembers she’s still wearing her pyjamas and most definitely looks dreadful. Her hair is messed up and she isn’t wearing any makeup at all; dark circles rim her tired eyes and she can barely keep them open. She honks the horn of her car once which, unfortunately for Ina, does not get Bea’s attention

Bea looks to be telling some kind of elaborate story as she gestures wildly at the girls before her, only one of the shoes she’d taken off was still in her hand (who knows where the other one was.) After swinging her arm so widely that she nearly hits one of the girls in the head with her shoe, the pair depart from Bea. Ina decides this would be a prime opportunity to honk her horn again. 

This time Bea hears and, after looking for several seconds, finally manages to locate Ina. She waves overenthusiastically as a grin breaks across her face and begins to run over to the car. She doesn’t make it far though, as she begins to stumble on unsteady feet. Without thinking, Ina throws open her door and rushes over to Bea, barely managing to catch her as she begins to tumble

“Hi there, gorgeous” Bea tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and grins at Ina (she looks like Debby Ryan.) Ina chuckles softly at her attempt to be seductive before helping Bea to stand upright

“Come on Bea, I’m taking you to my place”

Ina departs from Bea briefly to open the passenger door and when she turns back around she notices that Bea is once again on the floor

“The floor is wobbly” Bea looks dazed as she stares at the ground and Ina returns to her side to pull her back up; it’s then that Ina notices the grazes on Bea’s knees

“Goodness Bea, look at your knees!”

Bea slowly looks down to her knees and when she notices the grazes her eyes widen

“Oh my god, they’re so ugly now” she attempts to push Ina away “I need to get in the ambulance with Zoey and the sick dude” The dots connect in Ina’s head as she realises the ambulance was called for someone else at the club; Zoey must’ve been kind enough to go with the clubgoer to the hospital

“Don’t look at me!” Ina grabs Bea by the arm and begins to guide her to the car

“You look fine Bea. Come on, we’re going to my apartment now”

“oooooh, are we gonna have sexy times when we get back?” Ina feels her cheeks redden at her drunken suggestion

“No Bea, you’re drunk” Bea pouts dramatically and tries to run a hand along Ina’s face; instead she rubs her hand along Ina’s forehead and over her eye

“But you’re so beautiful” Ina shakes off Bea’s hand and continues to lead her to the car

Once Bea is safely in the passenger seat, Ina gets into the driver’s side

“Put your seatbelt on” Bea spends a few seconds trying to locate the seatbelt as she feels along the ceiling of the car

“Ina, there’s no seatbelt” she grabs onto the car handle and pats it

“I’ll hold on tight” Ina sighs in exasperation before leaning over Bea to reach the seatbelt. As she grabs onto the seatbelt, she feels Bea press her lips against her forehead in a gentle kiss

“What was that for?” Ina fastens Bea’s seatbelt as she says this, clicking it into place

“cuz you’re protecting me, like.. like a guardian angel!” Bea’s eyes light up at the thought that Ina could be her guardian angel and she turns to her in wonder

“I think you’re my saviour” Ina grins and shakes her head

“Come on, lets get you home”

Midway through the quiet drive to Ina’s apartment, Ina feels a hand beginning to snake it’s way up her thigh. Her brow furrows

“Bea, what are you doing?” Bea squeezes Ina’s thigh and tries to drop her voice into a sultry whisper

“You look so sexy right now” Ina laughs loudly

“I woke up less than an hour ago and I’m in my pyjamas”

Bea teases the fabric of Ina’s pyjama top, her fingertips grazing the soft skin underneath. This makes Ina squirm slightly, and it takes all of her willpower to focus on driving

“Stop that, I’m trying to drive” Bea pouts and rests her head on Ina’s shoulder, she grabs onto Ina’s arm which makes the car swerve slightly

“Bea!” Ina shakes her off “Please keep your hands to yourself”

Bea lets out a loud sigh before resting her head on the car door. She crosses her arms over her chest 

“Do you not like me anymore?” Ina chuckles incredulously and pats Bea’s leg

“I like you a lot Bea, a lot more than I should” Bea turns her gaze onto Ina, studying her face as she continues “but you’re drunk and I’m trying to drive”

“Fineeeeee” Bea quietens down again, and the rest of the journey is driven in comfortable silence

Once Bea is safely seated on the kitchen counter inside Ina’s apartment, Ina gets to work on treating Bea’s scraped up knees. She puts her glasses on before wiping the grazes with an antiseptic wipe which makes Bea hiss in discomfort

“It feels like fire on my knees” Ina continues to wipe away the grit and dirt from the wounds, using one hand to hold Bea’s leg still

“I know, but I’m almost done” After a few seconds of gentle cleansing, Ina applies a band-aid to each knee and places a gentle kiss on one of Bea’s knees. This makes Bea smile and she pats Ina’s head

“See? You’re my protector” Ina chuckles before helping Bea down from the kitchen counter

“Come on, lets get you to bed” She leads Bea by the hand to her bedroom before handing her a pair of her pyjamas

“You can borrow these to sleep in” Bea runs her hand over the fabric with wide eyes

“They’re so soft, like you” Ina shakes her head whilst she smiles

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bea kisses her cheek before resting her forehead against Ina’s

“It means you’re cute” Ina chuckles at how little sense Bea is making as she pulls away

“All right then” Ina grabs a spare blanket and pillow from the cupboard in the corner of her room before making her way to the door. She turns around before leaving

“Goodnight Bea” Bea blows her an overexaggerated kiss 

“G’night beautiful” Ina closes the door to her room before making her way over to the sofa in the main room. She cannot help the smile that breaks across her face due to Bea’s insane level of cuteness, and that warm feeling stays with her even as she drifts off to sleep on the sofa

[vanillann]

unsolved (spencer reid x reader)

a/n: i was watching buzzfeed unsolved when i came up with this idea so enjoy. also i know it’s not exactly right but i didn’t feel like going back and watching the ep so.

warning: swearing, talk of cases, and sexual innuendos

word count: 3.3k

“Hi, Welcome to Buzzfeed Unsolved! We’re your host Ryan and Shane.”

I sat in a spin by chair between the two, my legs crisscrossed as I spun as fast as I could with Shane picking at arm.

“This is (Y/N)-“ when I heard my name I dramatically grabbed Ryan’s arm chair, smiling at the camera “a good friend of ours.”

“I had never spoken to either of them before today,” I spoke directly into the camera, the widest smile on my face when Shane gasped.

“She exposed us!” He pointed an accusing finger at me, Ryan slowly reaching out and grabbing his hand.

“We need her for this case,” Ryan spoke mysteriously, as if he was in a mob of some sort.

“Yeah why is that?” I rested my elbow on the chair, placing my chin in my open hand as I looked between the two.

I would normally be shoved in the corner of my desk trying to avoid another weird product video. I didn’t want to wear another weight blanket that made me almost fall to the floor.

“We are doing a case today and from the gossip around the office, you’d be pretty familiar with it,” Ryan said nothing more as he held a picture up to the camera.

I looked to the viewfinder, my eyes going wide as I recognized the mugshot immediately.

“That’s the Reaper!” I pointed at the picture, grabbing Ryan’s wrist so I could get a better look.

“Is that your boyfriend or something?” Shane added, looking over my shoulder at the picture in my hand.

“No, the BAU worked in this case!”

I didn’t know my intense knowledge of BAU cases would make it around the office, but I suppose when you have a printed article of you standing with Agent Gideon and Hotchner word moves fast.

“You actually know a lot about BAU cases from what I hear,” Ryan almost smirked at me and I was close to attacking him.

“Yeah-“ I turned to the camera, thinking I should explain myself before people thought I was crazy “so when I was young my mother had a stalker.”

The room suddenly went from light and breezy to scary and stuffy, something I hated.

“Anyways, when my mother died he disappeared into thin air. I then got an internship here at Buzzfeed and suddenly I was being mailed pictures of myself.”

I felt Shane give a knee a quick squeeze, which made me smile but I said nothing about it.

“It is really bad, I’m not going into detail, that the FBI got involved. Gideon was my savior that day, Hotchner too. Since then I’ve kept up with their cases and Gideon still sends me letters even after he left,” I finished my story, smiling down at the case file Ryan held between his fingers.

“Enough sad story, let’s talk about murder!” I clapped my hand, Shane laughing at my excitement.

“Okay, before we get started with this video I would like to clarify this isn’t a normal unsolved case. While the case was pinned to a murderer, the real unsolved piece is what happened to him,” Ryan got into character, slowly opening the folder and reading off the first words.

“On June 5th, 1996, Tom Shaunessy was called to investigate a murder in Boston. It was a couple, laided into their chair with multiple gun shots to their head and torso-“

“Wait, in the car in Boston?” Shane asked.

“That’s what I just read,” Ryan replied.

I smiled to myself, already knowing the editing that would take place with the black screen and the blue and yellow words floating across.

“Isn't Boston super busy?”

“It has like 700 thousand people,” I spoke up, wondering what color my words would be in.

“How do you just know that?” Ryan looked over his shoulder at me, his eyebrows raised.

“If you saw the article I was currently writing you would understand,” I shrugged, moving in the chair so I could get a better look at the case file.

Ryan coughed, looking back down at the file to continue.

“When another set of murders came in, this time an older couple, Shaunessy, panicked as he found the first victim, Harry Goodwill, watching at the scene.”

“That was his signature,” I held a hand up like a child in class, smiling as I already knew what came next.

“Bingo!” Ryan pointed to me, smiling at my excitement.

“When this happened again, this time alone woman, Shaunessy called in the BAU-“

“You mean the love of (Y/N) life,” Shane cut in, smiling when I hit his shoulder.

“If you saw a picture of them you’d be in love too,” I shrugged, not thinking much about my words.

“Agent Aaron Hotchner joined the team and worked closely on this case with Shaunessy.”

“So this man just texted the FBI,” Shane started laughing before he could get his words out.

“I’m pretty sure there are rules,” Ryan looked over at Shane, looking at me when we tried to understand why he was laughing.

“I’m sorry, death shouldn’t be this funny,” Shane took a breath, making a hand motion for Ryan to continue. I started laughing at that, keeping it low so Ryan could continue.

“After 18 murders, there were no leads. The only consistent thing was he mostly killed couples and he left an item from his last victim at the crime scene. The BAU conducted that he was most likely killing the couple because of his own failed marriage or possibly one close to him.”

“So he started killing because he hated to love? I bet he hates Valentine’s Day,” Shane shrugged, his smile breaking across his face when I spoke up.

“Nah, he seems more like a Halloween type guy,” I shrugged, laughing when Ryan hit his elbow on the table.

“Okay okay, back to the good stuff,” I pointed at the file, laughing when Ryan rolled his eyes.

“Now victims 19 and 20 is where the story starts to twist. Amanda Bertram and George Foyet-“ I shivered at the name “we attacked by the Reaper.”

“Did you say attacked?”

“Yes, while Amanda Bertram was killed in the struggle Foyet manages to survive with serious injuries.”

“So this dude just accidentally forgets to kill him?” Shane almost yelled, reaching for the file to read himself but Ryan moved it back.

“He saw the ghost of Valentine and just ran,” I played on the joke earlier, which made the two laugh.

“The heart-shaped boxes of chocolate really made him shit himself,” Ryan barely got the words out, his laugh slowly turning into a cough.

“We shouldn’t joke about a murderer when we don’t know his whereabouts,” I laughed along.

“Wait, you’re telling me they lost him!”

“Yep,” I popped the “p”, smiling when Shane looked to Ryan who only shrugged,

“You’ll have to wait and see.” Was all he said before he continued the case.

“After this no new leads were found, it was later discovered that The Boston Reaper sent Shaunessy a note that if the investigation was shut now he would stop killing,” Ryan read the words off.

“I bet he ended the letter with “xoxo from your worst nightmare” with a lipstick stain,” I spoke without thinking, covering my mouth when I realized what I said.

“Oh he’d definitely come at you now,” Shane pointed at me, wiggling his eyebrows in the process.

“No way! The BAU will save me,” I shrugged, smiling as I imagined the team busting in the door at the last minute like they always did.

“Oh yeah the one dude, what’s his name,” Ryan started snapping his fingers as he thought over his words “Sp-“

“Spencer Reid!” I practically yelled the name, my smile only growing large at the mention of the handsome Doctor from the BAU team. While he didn’t work my case, I heard a little about him and he called my house phone trying to reach Hotch.

To say I was infatuated would be a small understatement.

“Him?” Ryan pointed at him, smiling wider at me.

“Who is this Reid boy and what are his intentions?” Shane folded his arms on the table like a father, looking between Ryan and I.

“I hope it's dirty,” I blurted out, covering my mouth again as I looked at the camera.

“Cut that out,” I started laughing when I heard Shane wheezing beside me.

“No we’re keeping that, that was quality content,” Ryan was laughing, pushing my chair slightly as I slowly joined in.

“I’m so grateful he works a busy job and will never see this,” I started coughing, which made Shane pat my back.

“Please take the obsession back to murder, please and thank you,” I nodded to the case file once everyone has calmed down.

“Okay okay, the cast went cold after that. No new murders ever appeared and the BAU left the case.”

“Spencer went to (Y/N)’s house,” Shane commented quickly.

“Until 2009 when a murder took place right outside of Boston, a couple killed on a hill. While this seemed like nothing at first, an eye was painted on the side of the door and glasses were found on the victim’s face. The glasses belong to Foyet,” Ryan read in his special voice.

“So the dude got bored and was like “Fuck my promise”?” Shane looked between both of us.

“Let him finish,” I patted Shane shoulder, looking at the file again.

“It was later announced to the public that Shaunessy was dead,” Ryan read, looking at Shane with raised eyebrows.

“Ohh, you should have led with that!”

Ryan rolled his eyes, going back to the file in front of him.

“Hotchner took up the case with his BAU team-”

“Spencer had to leave (Y/N)’s house early to get there in time,' ' Shane pushed my shoulder, my finger slowly starting to play with the little ring on my finger.

“I wish,” I spoke up, smiling at Shane when he shook his head.

“The team quickly gathered all the information possible, slowly putting the eye signature on the car with the sign off on the letter.”

“He didn’t sign it xoxo?” Shane asked, I shook my head sadly.

“Sorry to get your hopes up,” I spoke gravely, my mask cracking when Shane started smiling.

“I was readying for him to sign A like that show!”

I started laughing, my hand covering my mouth as Ryan tried to explain the show he was talking about.

“Why do they have to be pretty liars, am I pretty when I lie?”

“No,” I said the words so seriously I was shocked with myself. We all three started laughing suddenly.

I hadn’t been at Buzzfeed long, I had only made a few friends and I pretty much got dragged into the video when they needed a test dummy. This was my first video that didn’t make me want to rip my eyes out, I actually was having a great time with Ryan and Shane with the jokes and all.

“Okay,” Ryan coughed, finally reading the file again,” Many tried to brush it off as a copycat but Agent Hotchner refused to drop the case.”

“That’s my bestie,” I smiled, remembering the photo I had with him when the local news decided to take pictures of us standing outside the station. The photo was awkward and I doubt he even remembered my case but I didn’t really care.

“Then a few hours later an older couple, Arthur and Diane Lanessa, were found stabbed and shot. When the earlier victim, Nina Hale, was found on Diane's wrist, people started to worry.”

“Wait I thought he left the one dude glasses, who is still weird to me,” Shane spoke up again.

“That’s what I’m saying! He had his glasses yet he’s a copycat? Cops can be so stupid,” I rambled, still pissed about that to this day.

“The BAU split up to find Foyet, who went into hiding after his attack, to get more details. Agent Hotchner and Agent David Rossi found him staying in a house in Boston.”

“Why would you stay in Boston?” Ryan was the one to speak this time, his nose scrunched up as he thought it over.

“Right, like yes I almost died here let me stay,” Shane mocked Foyet, which made me laugh.

“Later that night The Reaper boarded a busy bus and killed the occupants of it. Many had theories on why he changed his MO but nobody will confirm or deny.”

“I think he was made at Hotch,” I spoke up. I had thought about this alot.

“Why do you think that?”

“He didn’t quite like Shaunessy, I don’t blame Shaunessy, but still. He stuck around even when he could have walked away,” I crossed my arms, slightly proud of my theory.

“You think he gave the same deal?”

“You don’t?” I looked at Ryan, his arms shrugging before he went back to the case.

“There was a cryptic message left on the side the bus along with the Reaper eye,”

“Cryptic message? Is this real?”

“Unfortunately,” I nodded, looking back to Ryan as he spoke.

“The BAU managed to decipher the code into a line of Foyet addresses-”

“Spender did it!”

“And how would you know?” Shane looked to me, raising his eyebrow at me with a little smirk.

“Because he had an eidetic memory and has an IQ of 187,” I spoke proudly, as if I actually knew the person I was talking about. Okay maybe I searched them on the internet one too many times.

“How do you know that?” Ryan asked, laughing at me now.

“Google,” I shrugged, laughing when Shane looked up from his hands.

“What does he even look like?” I held up my finger, fishing my phone out of my back pocket. I quickly unlocked it, placing my thumb print and moving on, and tapped the searched bar. I quickly typed in his name, thankful it didn’t pop up in purple because I couldn’t handle that much teasing.

“Here,” I placed the phone on the table, laughing when Shane moved closer.

“He has a Wikipedia,” Shane looked over his shoulder at Ryan and I, speaking like a kid on Christmas.

“You both have Wikipedia,” I shrugged, not seeing the appeal of the whole life on display.

“You don’t,” Shane pointed out. I jokily pouted, acting all sad as I looked up to the ceiling.

“We can make you one,” Ryan patted my shoulder laughing when I smiled.

“Can we say I’m married to Doctor Spencer Reid?”

Both nodded at the same time, my hand going over my hand and I laugh at their telekinesis response.

“Okay finished this case so (Y/N) and I can stalk Mr. Reid,” Shane patted Ryan shoulder and I lightly smiled to myself.

He seemed like nothing but I finally made some friends, I mean friends I could talk to outside of work.

“Once they arrived at Foyet house they found gallons of blood pulled from the back of the house.”

“So they killed him?”

“Just wait,” I held my finger up, smiling when Shane deflated slightly.

“Multiple police were attacked, even Derek Morgan with the BAU. The specific are not out to the public but a nurse claimed that The Reaper stole Morgan credentials,” Ryan read off the paper, smiling when Shane gasped.

“That’s insane, this case is insane!”

I laughed along with Ryan, all of ours eye scanning over the paper now and we waited for the next bit of information.

“After looking over past cases filed, the BAU were confused on why The Reaper would kill Foyet. Their tech analysis did research to induce that Foyet had multiple aliases, claimed he had them to feel safe from The Reaper, actually had multiple assault charges, and his parents were killed when he was six.”

“Oh my, he killed them didn’t he!” Ryan and I both nodded, Shane’s hands flying up to his hair as he looked between us.

“It was him the whole time! No way!”

“That’s what I said,'' I looked into the camera for the first time in awhile, it felt nice and easy with them. The video was coming easy unlike trying to do awkward yoga poses with strangers.

“They managed to trace everything back to Foyet, concluding he was The Reaper. After more research, Foyet’s phone was tracked to Roy Colson's house. A journalist would recently wrote an article on The Reaper.``

“This feels like a Scooby-Doo mission at this point,” Shane sounded out of breath, looking to the camera with wide eyes.

“We got some work to do now!” I jokily sang the theme song, making the two laugh lightly before moving on to the end of the case.

“The local police arrest Foyet at the house, Colson thankful survived. Foyet was taken to prison immediately after arrest.”

“I thought they lost him?”

“If you don’t let him finish,” I joked, Shane laughed as we finally let Ryan finish.

“Foyet was found in his cell later throwing up blood and convulsions. As being rushed to the hospital, the ambulance was ambushed and Foyet escaped. No more information has been released on the whereabouts of Foyet.”

“They really lost him!”

Shane was in shock at the discovery, my hand covering my mouth quickly before I answered.

“I bet he’s working for the FBI, they hire people when they’re too dangerous.” I tried my best to be serious about the theory but I knew my smile was peaking thought.

“He’s probably the BAU’s personal hitman!”

I laughed with Ryan, my chair had slowly moved closer to his as I kept leaning to see the case file.

“Where do you think Foyet it?”Ryan spoke into the camera, talking to the people that would watch this in a few weeks.

“I think (Y/N) should call her smarty-pants husband and ask,” Shane spit out his last joke before the video ended.

“Yeah, Doctor Spencer Reid please call me with information about the case.” I pointed into the camera like Uncle Sam and winked dramatically.

“He doesn’t have your number,” Ryan reminded me. I let my finger fall, thinking over my words before I pointed back at the camera.

“Email my business email,” I nodded. Shane and Ryan both hit my shoulder. both hands going to my arm to cover them.

“Say bye to our favorite guest ever,” Ryan waved in my face.

“Bye!”

I laughed as the video played on my laptop, laughing when my voice was replaced with light green words floating on the screen. I scrolled down lightly, reading a bunch of comments. I smiled when most were asking if I would ever be on another Unsolved.

My phone went off beside me, my hand reaching for it as I paused the video and moved to my email. I was waiting for an email about an article I was writing and I couldn’t stop hitting refresh.

Shane: i’ve seen two ship edits of (y/n) and spencer reid on my instagram already

Ryan: i saw an edit of shane fall out a chair

I laughed at the messages, the group chat the three of us had formed titled “The Reapers Bitches” never stopped as we had grown a close bond.

I heard the little ding from my laptop, also most screaming when I slammed the refresh button and screamed when I saw an email with a little unread dot beside it.

I didn’t think twice, pushing the email and reading over it quickly.

From: reidemail@gmail.com

Hello, this is Doctor Spencer Reid with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I recently saw a video of you mentioning me and my team about a case we worked on a few years back. While I legally can’t share any details with you in this case, I would be open to speaking with others. Please email me back!

I was going to scream, maybe cry, maybe both at this point. I read the email two or three more times, trying to comprehend what I just read.

He did see, shit he did see it. I heard my phone going off beside me, my hand picking it up and typing without reading what they were saying before.

Me: Spencer Fucking Reid just emailed me

I let my phone fall to my lap, reading the email one more time.

“Thank you Buzzfeed Unsolved,” I whispered under my breath.

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dance me to the end of love (iv)

word count: 4.1k

warnings: fem!oc, cursing, alcohol consumption

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a/n: my apologies for the delay!! life got crazy for a bit but i'm back with my two favourite idiot intellectuals

Magdalene stays busy to keep the loneliness at bay.

All of her friends have left Denver, doing whatever it is that hockey players and their partners do in the off-season. She never expected them to stay to keep her company, and would certainly never ask. Besides, they were all so excited to go home and visit family. How could she disrupt their happiness just so she wouldn’t feel so alone? It isn’t her fault that Ryan, Bette, and company aren’t estranged from their families like she is. At twenty-five she should be a little more self sufficient than what she currently is, but Magdalene is working hard at being kinder to herself.

To combat the pervasive loneliness Magdalene spends a lot of time in the heart of downtown Denver. Under normal circumstances she would hate the crowds, but now they comfort her. The swaths of tourists walking the streets and approaching her to take family photos make her feel like a part of something bigger than the pity she finds herself wallowing in often. Barn Owl Books also becomes a frequent retreat when she has downtime, and the owners enjoy when she brings Caligula around. Other patrons adore the white cat and he loves the attention.

One day as she’s leaving work, once again offering to stay late so June doesn’t have to, Magdalene’s phone rings. She contemplates not picking it up, wanting nothing more than to curl into bed with the novel she picked up at Barn Owl the other day, but she knows it must be important. No one ever calls her around this time unless it’s absolutely necessary. Digging the phone out of her pocket, she sees the number of her building superintendent Paul flashing on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Miss Stevenson?” he asks, voice tinged with the toughness that comes with dealing with upset renters on a regular basis.

Magdalene chuckles at the formality, pointing out he hasn’t called her by her last name since she moved in five years ago. “Yeah Paul, it’s me. What’s up?”

There’s the crackle of static on the phone line as the man clears his throat. “So, uh, some bad news.” Magdalene’s stomach twists into an intricate knot. She knows she paid rent on time and can’t think of another reason he’d call her. “A sprinkler main on the floor above yours burst about an hour ago, and it’s pretty bad. Your place definitely got hit the hardest because it’s directly under where the pipe burst. You’re going to have to move out for at least two months while we gut the place and start from scratch. How quickly can you come and get the things that are salvageable from your apartment?”

“Fuck.” This is the worst news Magdalene has ever received. “I can be there in fifteen minutes,” she panics, “But Paul, you’ve gotta go inside and check on my cat. He’s going to be freaking out.”

Paul agrees to visit Caligula after some prodding, and Magdalene drives much faster than she ever has before through the neighbourhood. It’s far from reckless, but she knows that it isn’t the safest course of action. A police officer stops her about three minutes from her final destination but lets Magdalene go after she explains the situation as calmly as possible.

Other tenants affected by the flood are already moving boxes down the stairs when Magdalene pulls up. Everyone is understandably grief stricken, but she can’t find it in herself to console them like she would under normal circumstances. All Magdalene cares about is making sure Caligula is okay. She sprints up the four flights of stairs and doesn’t even break a sweat, adrenaline flooding her veins. Her apartment door is ajar, most likely from Paul entering a few minutes ago, and she flings it open with more force than probably needed. It swings back violently on its hinges and makes a spectacular crash when it hits the wall.

“Caligula?”

“He’s in the bathroom,” Paul sighs. “I can’t get him out of the tub but he’s still breathing. Is he not scared of water?”

Magdalene lets out a breath of relief she didn’t know she was holding in. She treads deeper into the apartment, casually assessing the damage, before reaching the room in question. There, pressed against the far corner of the tub, is the fluffy white cat that Magdalene’s heart beats for most days. Paul is there too, leaning against the sink and shaking his head.

“Thank you,” Magdalene says sincerely. “I’ve got it from here.”

The superintendent exits the unit with a solemn goodbye and heads to the lobby, no doubt going to direct traffic flow and answer questions. It takes a few minutes but Magdalene coaxes the cat out of the tub and into her arms. She holds him tightly and whispers words of praise, knowing it will help to calm them both down. After an uncounted amount of minutes Magdalene moves them into the bedroom, that looks surprisingly intact upon first glance, and changes out of her work clothes and into something more suitable for rummaging around her destroyed home. Caligula climbs up her body and settles gingerly into the hood on her sweatshirt. She starts in the bedroom, and finds that the only thing that’s actually salvageable is the clothes in her closet. Grabbing the suitcase from the top shelf, Magdalene shoves everything inside of it and wheels it into the living room.

She spends the next few hours going through every room in a meticulous manner, desperate to keep relics from her life in Denver. The water did a number on her space and destroyed almost everything. All the furniture is a write-off, and most of her books and records are ruined. Two things that withstood the damage are faux marble busts of Augustus and Marcus Aurelius, which Magdalene packs into one of the boxes Paul dropped off. Everything else fits in three other boxes and they’re tucked into the trunk of her car before the sun sets. Paul insists that the demolition company will get rid of everything else and ensures her she won’t have to pay rent while the construction is going on. It isn’t much of a consultation, considering that Magdalene has no idea where she’ll be staying, but she thanks him anyways as she makes the final trip to her car with Caligula.

Once inside, Magdalene breaks down. She has no idea what to do – no one is in Denver to help her out and she can’t afford to stay in a hotel for however many months this is going to take to fix. Tyson and Bette will be back in just over a month, but Magdalene doesn’t want to bother them or guilt them into coming back early. She cries in the driver’s seat of her car for a while, Caligula on her lap and doing his best to lick up the tears streaming down her cheeks. Not knowing what else to do, she dials Ryan’s number. Though they haven’t been talking as frequently due to the time difference and Magdalene’s insistence he enjoys his time with family, she knows he’ll pick up and listen intently. He’ll also hopefully talk her down from the imaginary ledge she’s found herself on.

He picks up on the second ring. “How’s my favourite girl?” Ryan asks, and Magdalene can hear the smile in his voice. The combination of his voice and the words spoken has her choking on another sob. “Hey, hey, breathe.” Concern is now the primary emotion expressed through the phone line. “Mags, what’s the matter?”

It takes her a few seconds and multiple pads of Caligula’s paws into her stomach for Magdalene to calm down, but she eventually tells Ryan what happened. He listens just as she thought he would, and keeps her breathing steady with his voice. She cries a bit more before running out of tears, but Ryan keeps her focussed on anything but the shitty circumstance she’s found herself victim to – detailing how he skated with Nate earlier in the day and just how many times his teammate kicked his ass. Hearing the mundane story helps more than Magdalene thought it would, and when Ryan asks her where she’s going to stay she responds with a relatively strong voice.

“I’m just going to sleep in my car.”

“Fuck no you aren’t.” The certainty in which Ryan utters the words takes Magdalene by surprise. For someone so far away, he has a lot of opinions on what she should be doing.

She sighs. “There isn’t another option Ry. I can’t afford a hotel for the months my apartment is going to be out of commission and there’s no point in renting another place.”

“Stay with me.”

A series of flabbergasted noises come out of Magdalene’s dropped jaw, but she can’t form any words. Ryan continues, “Think about Caligula. Being cramped in a car isn’t going to be good for him. Or for you. I have an extra bedroom you can call your own for as long as you need. Please Mags.”

Truthfully, it’s the best she’s going to get. Bette and Tyson offered to house a couple of rookies this season, meaning their spare rooms are filled, and there’s no one else she’s close enough with to think about asking. “I don’t want to intrude,” she sighs, but it isn’t a very convincing deflection.

“I want you there,” Ryan insists, “And little boots too.”

It takes them a while to work out the logistics, but Ryan makes a couple of calls and lets the doorman of his building know Magdalene is moving in. He also books a flight for the next day, and ensures her that he’s more than ready to come back to Colorado. They talk for a few more minutes, and in that time she gets directions to her temporary home. Once Ryan hangs up with well wishes and a see-you-soon, Magdalene looks in her rear-view mirror and sets out for a part of Denver she never thought she’d live in.

☼☼☼☼

When Magdalene calls Bette to fill her in on what’s been going on while on the way to pick Ryan up from the airport, the blonde is taken aback by the surplus of information. “Hold on,” she breathes, “Ryan’s coming back to Denver?”

“What part of ‘I’m on my way to the airport to pick up Ryan’ was confusing?” Magdalene laughs.

Her friend doesn’t find the jest funny. “Fuck off.” The comment only increases Magdalene’s laughter, but Bette forges on with the conversation. “Can you recap the events that led to Ryan leaving home nearly three weeks early?”

Magdalene indulges her friend, explaining for what feels like the hundredth time that her apartment was destroyed in a flood and that Ryan offered her his spare bedroom and that he was coming home so she wouldn’t be alone in the unfamiliar environment. Bette listens in silence, and Magdalene imagines she has a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. She’s made quite a few comments about how friendly the two of them seem, but Magdalene does her best to shrug them off. Ryan can just be her friend, a great one even, without Bette projecting her need to have her best friend to have an identical lifestyle to her. Even if she’s right, and Magdalene does want there to be something more between her and Ryan.

“Hold the phone.” Magdalene hears Tyson shout, no doubt getting closer to his girlfriend so he can join in on the conversation. “Gravy’s letting you stay at his place?”

“Yeah…” she trails off, unsure about what wasn’t clear this time.

Tyson hums as though he’s an old-school anthropologist who just made an astute observation about the group they’re studying. “Interesting.”

“How so?”

“Well for starters, he barely lets us hang out at his place,” Tyson explains. “I think I’ve been there maybe twice. So that’s new. Is Caligula staying with you?”

Magdalene is completely confused. “Why wouldn’t he be? He’s my cat.”

“How does Gravy feel about it?”

“What the fuck are you getting at Tys?” Magdalene asks, but there’s a bite to the question. She’s tired of the impromptu interrogation he’s providing. “Because Ryan was excited to have him around. Last night I sent him a video of little boots prancing around the condo like he owned the place and he thought it was hilarious.”

Bette, who had been silent for several minutes, gasps loudly. Tyson laughs, but Magdalene can tell it’s riddled with disbelief. “Mags,” he says gently, though with more than enough teasing laced in, “Gravy isn’t a big pet guy.”

The comment hits Magdalene like a tonne of bricks. What is she supposed to do with that information? There’s only ten more minutes until she gets to the airport, and she needs time to push Tyson’s comment to the back of her brain and collect herself. Magdalene gives a rushed farewell before hanging up the phone and checking her rearview mirror and blindspots. The radio filters back through the car speakers, but she doesn’t hear it, too caught up in what Ryan allowing Caligula to share his space means. There’s little traffic on the off-ramp and before she knows it Magdalene is pulling into a parking space and killing the engine.

She grabs the messily scribbled welcome home banner from the back seat before locking the doors and heading inside to the arrivals section. The inside of the airport looks similar to the empty parking lot – it’s a Tuesday after all. Only a few others wait with her for the plane, and many chat idly amongst themselves. Magdalene stays off to the side in an attempt to not get sucked into a conversation about the upcoming thunderstorm. Passengers slowly trickle through the open door, and Ryan is easy to spot. He towers above everyone and is carrying a rather large bag of hockey equipment. Magdalene smiles at the sight of him, unable to help herself. It’s been nearly a month and a half since she’s seen him and being apart for that long is something she never wants to do again.

“Hi,” she breathes as he approaches, waving awkwardly while she speaks. It’s as though she hasn’t spent countless hours talking with him about every possible topic her mind could dream up.

Ryan doesn’t feel the tension, or if he does he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he wraps her in a tight hug that lasts a touch longer than one with just a friend should, especially in public. Magdalene tries hard not to melt into his side but it’s nearly impossible – Ryan has a magnetic pull that tugs on her heartstrings and makes her insides feel fuzzy. Others bustling around the terminal start to give them strange looks, and it’s only then that Ryan clears his throat and untangles his arms from Magdalene’s waist.

He smiles down at the strong-willed brunette with kind eyes and shoulders his bag once more. “Let’s go home.”

☼☼☼☼

It takes a few days to settle into a routine, but once they do it’s glorious. Training camp doesn’t start for another three weeks, so Ryan spends his day doing light workouts and chilling with Caligula while Magdalene is at work. Once she gets home they make dinner and watch West Wing reruns on the cable network Ryan didn’t know he was even paying for. Their lives fit together seamlessly and it surprises Magdalene just how much she missed having a roommate – Bette moved out after their sophomore year of college, and it’s been just her and Caligula ever since. Though the personal space is nice, she likes being able to hear Ryan laugh at the meme she just sent or knocking on his door in the middle of night to ask if he wants ice cream.

Magdalene wakes up one Saturday to complete silence. It’s unsettling considering she hasn’t heard that since adopting her pet – Caligula sleeps next to her head and breathes loud enough that she’ll never have to buy a white noise machine. She notices her door is slightly ajar and hears soft noises coming from the living room. Ryan must be taking a day off, Magdalene notes, because he’s typically out of the house by seven and it’s currently five minutes past eight. She rolls out of bed and stumbles into the ensuite, brushing the tangles out of her hair and washing her face.

Not bothering to change out the pyjama pants and hoodie she stole from Ryan, Magdalene pads into the sunlit living room to see her roommate doing yoga. On a tiny mat beside him is Caligula, stretching his limbs like he’s following along with the tutorial. The sight is adorable, and before she can think twice about it Magdalene is snapping a photo of the two of them and posting it to her Instagram story.

“You trying to whip my cat into shape Graves?” Magdalene teases, weaving around them and plopping onto the couch, bringing her knees to her chin and holding in a yawn.

Ryan laughs, loud and care-free, and Magdalene wishes he could record the sound and play it on loop. “He kept trying to sit underneath me and I didn’t want to hurt him. I read somewhere that if you give a cat something similar to what you’re doing they’ll leave you alone. Guess it really works.”

Her heart constricts in the best way possible. Ryan continues to go above and beyond to make her and Caligula welcome and doesn’t seem to mind they’re the ones invading his space and not the other way around. There’s still twenty minutes left on the YouTube video he’s watching, so Magdalene pushes herself off the expensive leather sectional and into the kitchen. The least she could do is make breakfast. Deciding on pancakes, Magdalene gets to work prepping the batter and warming up the frying pan. She hums absentmindedly to the Joni Mitchell song playing on the small radio she placed in the kitchen window. Music always made cooking more enjoyable for her, and Ryan doesn’t seem to mind the device taking up space.

The island is set and the food ready by the time Ryan slides into his seat, small beads of sweat lingering on his forehead from the workout. Magdalene resists the urge to wipe them away and instead busies herself with placing the right amount of berries on his plate.

“Mags,” Ryan calls softly, pulling her out of her mind and back down to Earth. “That’s more than enough. Sit down and eat before it gets cold.”

They eat in silence until Caligula appears, meowing for whatever scraps he can get his hands on. Against Magdalene’s pleas Ryan feeds him a blueberry. The cat sniffs it inquisitively before swallowing it, though it comes up again a few moments later.

“You’re cleaning that one up bud,” she laughs, bending down to make sure Caligula is okay before rinsing her plate in the sink.

“Fuck.”

Ryan does as he’s told and helps Magdalene with the dishes before getting ready to head out for an unofficial team meeting. Camp starts in a few days and Gabe wants to get together and make sure they’re all on the same page before barreling head-first into the season. He promises to pick them up a late lunch of sandwiches from Barn Owl and Magdalene follows him to the door to say goodbye. It feels natural, like they’ve always shared this routine, and she knows that Ryan feels it too because he wraps her in a tight hug before petting Caligula one last time and slipping out the door.

Bette calls soon after he leaves and grills Magdalene on all the details of her new living arrangement. She’s still in Canada, spending a few more days there than Tyson to help his mom and sister finish unpacking their things at the house they recently purchased.

“So, have you kissed him yet?”

The question is asked in such a casual, Bette-like manner that Magdalene barely chokes on her water. “Bee, what the fuck?”

“Oh come off it Mags,” she sighs, “You like him. He likes you. The two of you live together now. It’s only a matter of time before the friendship turns into something more.”

The blonde is right about at least one thing – Magdalene has developed a steady crush on Ryan. She should have known being in such close proximity to him all the time would put her feelings into overdrive. However, she didn’t have another option other than to accept his offer when it was proposed nearly a month ago, so Magdalene is now being forced to deal with the repercussions.

“I have, in fact, not kissed Ryan,” Magdalene huffs. “But I’ve thought about it once or twice.”

A squeal tears from Bette’s throat and she forces her friend to share the details. Magdalene obliges mostly to get her off her back, but it does feel good to talk about it with someone. It’s a very long time since she’s had romantic feelings for anyone, and Magdalene is nearly giddy with excitement over the possibility of new-found love by the time Ryan gets home. She says farewell to Bette and promises to come over as soon as they're both in the same city again.

It’s later than both of them expected, so they decide to forgo lunch and instead cook an early dinner. Ryan wants chicken and Magdalene wants spaghetti, so naturally they compromise on a carbonara without the pork. The radio is cranked to the highest volume as they work, both singing along and in their own little worlds. Magdalene is in charge of cooking the pasta and Ryan sets about making the sauce, and more than once she catches him looking at her while he’s supposed to be stirring the mixture. She can’t be too mad, however, because each time their eyes meet she’s supposed to be doing her job too. Before too much time has passed the meal is ready. It cools on two plates while Caligula is fed and wine is poured – the former done by Magdalene because the cat still isn’t quite comfortable enough with Ryan. Once sitting, they raise their glasses in a silent toast and dig in. The pasta tastes heavenly, and Magdalene makes sure to say so.

“Oh my god this is delicious,” she nearly moans, “You have to make this like every night.”

Ryan laughs and raises his fingers in mock salute. “You got it boss.”

Conversation flows into how they spent their hours apart – Ryan gushing about how good it was to see his teammates again and Magdalene talking about how she caught up with Bette on the phone. She of course left out the part where she confessed feelings for her best friend to her other, more senior best friend. Dinner passes in the blink of an eye and soon the two of them are standing side by side at the sink, elbows knocking occasionally as they do the dishes.

“Want to watch a movie tonight?” Ryan asks nonchalantly. “You said earlier this week you wanted to see Clueless again.”

Magdalene smiles – of course he would remember this offhand comment she made a few days ago about the classic. “That sounds fantastic. Can you finish putting these away? I’m going to pop a couple blankets in the dryer to warm up and see if I can get a nice picture of the sunset for Bette, she mentioned on the phone that she’s missing it.”

“She literally hasn’t changed time zones!”

Laughter tumbles from Magdalene’s lips as she slips out of the kitchen. Two fluffy blankets are pulled from the back of the couch on her way down the hall and tossed into the machine. Grabbing the same sweater of Ryan’s she was wearing earlier in the day from the foot of her bed, Magdalene heads for the balcony door and slips through the glass.

The city is nearly silent. Cars pass under Ryan’s balcony like blips in the night, but they don’t dare touch the peaceful atmosphere radiating from Magdalene. She’s had one of the best nights of her life, just her and Ryan laughing over glasses of wine and the pasta dish they cooked together. It’s all so domestic and charged with stolen glances and soft smiles that Magdalene knows it’s more than two friends living together for a short period of time. There’s been a fundamental shift in their relationship but she doesn’t know how to address it, or if she even wants to despite her looming attraction. Being with Ryan is so easy that she forgets it’s only temporary. Realistically she knows it can’t last forever, but she finds herself hoping each day Paul will call and tell her the rebuild is taking longer than expected.

Ryan calls her inside, informing her the blankets are out of the dryer and the movie she picked out days ago is queued up on the television. Magdalene takes a deep breath and finishes her glass of wine in one gulp. Hopefully he won’t notice when she casually leans in and rests her head on his shoulder halfway through the film.

☼☼☼☼

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i saw you were accepting prompts - could you possibly do one with thirteen and the fam where one of them gets kidnapped and the rest have to get whoever it is back?

holly's august extravaganza day 15: find you here inside the dark

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@badthingshappenbingo prompt: blindfolded

ao3 | 1.5k | kidnapping, psychological torture, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, set vaguely during s12

Yaz has been thinking.

There’s not much else to do, really, wherever she is; the room she’s being kept in is windowless and featureless, and the only interesting parts of her day are when the visor she’s being forced to wear darkens, effectively blindfolding her. She’s not really sure what happens during those times, except that someone—presumably one of her captors—joins her, stays in silence, then, after an unidentified amount of time, leaves.

Though, to be honest, all her time here is unidentified. Yaz has no idea how she’s supposed to track the days; she’s pretty sure she’s not on Earth, so there’s no guarantee that days are days anyway. She tracks the passage of time through the periodic meals she receives, but as those are pretty much all the same, there’s no way to tell what equates to morning, noon, and evening.

She tried, at first, but it became too confusing too quickly. So, instead, she thinks.

First it was about ways of getting out of here. Yaz is nothing if not proactive and, while she trusts the Doctor to save her, she’s always liked figuring things out for herself. Especially when said things are Doctor-related, because it feels like she’s proving herself, or something. Like she’s showing the Doctor that she’s worth it, that she can handle all the running and fighting and general chaos that follows them wherever they go.

Like she is capable of staying by her side forever.

But Yaz has walked this room too many times to count now; she’s traced her fingertips over the walls, searching for any cracks or crevices to indicate where there might be a door. There is none, apparently, and Yaz has to concede that their technology is beyond her.

If the Doctor were here, she’d have her sonic out by now, spitting out words, only half of which Yaz could understand. She’d find a way out in no time.

Or, if not, at least she’d be here. Talking a mile a minute, probably annoying the hell out of their captors. Yaz can almost hear her now—

Wait.

She can hear her now.

It’s faint and distorted, but unmistakably the Doctor, and Yaz feels hope flash through her. If the Doctor is here, then maybe… Maybe she’s going to get out of here.

It’s not that it’s been bad here, per se, but Yaz hasn’t spoken to another person in so long that she’s starting to go a little out of her mind. Whatever thing has her, it’s not chatty; the only reason Yaz knows there’s actually someone else around somewhere is that she’s heard its heavy breathing whenever it comes into the room.

The Doctor’s voice gets louder and Yaz jumps to her feet, spinning in a circle to try and pinpoint where it’s coming from.

“Doctor!” she cries. “Doctor, it’s me, I’m here!”

The sounds pause for a moment, then suddenly resume at Yaz’s back. She turns and runs to the wall, pressing her ear against it to try and hear something—anything—but just like that, it’s gone.

For the first time since she’s been here, Yaz feels tears building in her eyes. She’s been so certain, for so long, that the Doctor is coming for her, and now she knows; the Doctor was here, feet away, and now she’s—

“Yaz?”

She’s behind her; she has to be. Yaz spins, grinning, arms out to drag the Doctor into a hug—but she’s not there. She frowns, but she doesn’t have time to process it before her name is called from another corner of the room, so clear that it feels like it’s right in the room with her.

But Yaz is alone, still, except for the voice that bounces from wall to wall, surrounding her and sending her dizzy from trying to follow it. She can’t see for tears as she realises—it’s all a trick. For what purpose, Yaz doesn’t know, but she doesn’t care to figure it out either.

The Doctor isn’t here. She never was.

And then, as if to torture her further, the visor darkens, and Yaz is blind.

*

She lives in darkness from then on. Unlike every other time, it doesn’t clear, not even when she’s brought meals, so Yaz just sits pressed into a corner, entirely alone.

And she thinks.

She knew, back when they started travelling with the Doctor, that there would be danger. That she’d probably fear for her life, maybe even get hurt along the way. They’d all accepted the risk, but Yaz—Yaz hadn’t even had to think about it. Maybe it’s because of her job, but the thought of danger hadn’t phased her for even a second; it had exhilarated her.

All her life, Yaz has wanted to do something. She’s always needed that adrenaline rush, that thrill, and she hadn’t found it sitting in her police car breaking up minor disputes. Then the Doctor appeared and handed it to her on a platter, and who was Yaz to turn that down? Travelling with the Doctor has been everything; there’s nowhere Yaz would rather be than with her.

But Ryan has been saying, lately, that he doesn’t know how much longer he can do this. He wants to leave, Yaz can tell, even if he hasn’t said it directly.

“Where does it end, Yaz?” he’d said to her once. “How many times have we almost died already? We can’t get lucky forever.”

“I trust the Doctor,” Yaz had replied. “She’s always kept us safe, and she always will.”

She doesn’t think Ryan believed her, but Yaz has never been more certain of anything in her life. Except… Except, now, she’s starting to wonder. Yaz doesn’t know how long ago she was taken, but she’s fairly certain it’s been too long. Hours, days, weeks spent holding onto the knowledge that the Doctor would come for her; most people probably would have given up by now, but the thought never even entered Yaz’s head.

The Doctor would come; it was never a question.

Except she hasn’t, and Yaz is alone in the dark, and she’s losing faith.

*

Yaz loves the Doctor’s voice. She loves to listen to her talk, loves the way her eyes light up at anything new, loves the sheer emotion she pours into every single word.

Now, though, she’d give anything to get her to stop.

It’s been like this since the first time; Yaz will hear the Doctor’s voice calling for her, promising her that she’s coming, that she’ll be free soon, and it will be so clear that Yaz could swear she’s right in front of her. But she’ll reach out and feel nothing, and no-one, and disappointment will flood her all over again.

She should be used to it by now; she should expect it, even. But every time, there’s hope. And every time, it’s crushed.

So, the next time it starts, Yaz assumes it will be no different.

“Yaz,” the Doctor, or whatever’s mimicking her says. “Yaz, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here; we all are, just hang on.”

It’s the same as always. Yaz presses herself further into her corner and buries her head in her arms—not that it makes any difference. “No,” she whispers. “Stop it.”

“Yaz, it’s me!”

“Yaz!” Ryan—that’s a new one. Yaz doesn’t let it get to her though; this just means they’re getting more creative now. She doesn’t budge, not even at the slight shuffle off feet along the floor. Everything they’ve done to her has felt realistic, so why shouldn’t the same go for this now?

Something steps close to her, fabric rustling gently, and Yaz could swear she feels hot breath on the top of her head. She tenses to keep herself from moving; this means nothing.

Don’t hope don’t hope don’t hope.

“Oh,” she hears, then there’s a high pitched whirring in her ear—a sound so familiar she could cry, but she won’t, she refuses.

“Yaz, you can look now,” the Doctor says gently. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.”

The hands on her face tell Yaz she has no choice in the matter, and she puts up little resistance as her head is slowly raised. She doesn’t know what’s going on, and she has no time to work it out before she realises she can see, and—

“Oh my god,” Yaz sobs, all but collapsing into the Doctor’s arms. She grips the back of her coat tightly and presses her face into her chest, relishing in her warmth, in the heartbeats echoing rhythmically in Yaz’s ears. “You’re here, you’re actually here.”

The Doctor hugs her tightly, running her hands through Yaz’s hair. “I’m sorry I took so long.”

Yaz pulls back, though only slightly, only enough so she can look the Doctor full in the face. She brings her hands up to her face and strokes her thumbs over her cheekbones, taking her in like she hasn’t been able to do in so long. She’s vaguely aware of Graham and Ryan standing behind the Doctor, but she barely pays them any notice, too focused on the Doctor. “I thought—”

“I know,” the Doctor shushes, smiling sadly. “I know. I swear to you though, Yaz, I’ll always come back for you. I’ll never leave you. I promise.”

And Yaz believes her.