#The ring was quite concerning though‚ that's never happened to me before

[wileys-russo]

filling the void (7) II a.putellas

filling the void masterlist filling the void (7) II a.putellas

"te quiero mucho mi fresa, tanto tanto tanto hermana."

"i love you too, can i breathe now please?" you wheezed out with a little difficulty, exhaling as alexia let go of you and wiped the corners of her eyes with the pad of her thumb.

"tan blandito." you teased with a soft smile, your sister rolling her eyes and pushing you gently. "can i ask you something else?" you braced yourself but nodded, having hoped this little heart to heart might be over so the pair of you could move forward.

"mariona-" alexia started as you sighed, cutting her off. "mami told me that she already told you and alba what happened with her. ale i really do not want to explain it again, no i don't know why it happened, yes it hurt, yes i probably should have seen it coming but that was my first real relationship. well, i thought it was anyway." you mumbled, chest tightening at the memory of the humiliation, cheeks burning red and the laughter of those you'd considered peers and friends ringing in your ears.

you were brought back to earth by a hand on your shoulder, looking up to meet your sisters concerned frown. "no hermana. i was just going to ask, does she still live in the same house?"

~

"is this really a good idea? you are a public figure around barcelona alexia and you are the captain of the spanish national football team if we get caught-" you whispered as your sister waved off your concerns and shushed you.

"we will not get caught fresa relajarse, and that pendejo mariona has it coming." alexia mumbled, hand tightening around the carton of eggs in her grip.

"ale this really feels like a bad plan." you chewed on your bottom lip, the two of you camped out in some bushes awaiting the last light in the house to go off before you launched your attack.

"you said you and mapi egged that other puta's house, sí? well she got what was coming to her and now its marionas turn. nobody messes with a putellas hermana." alexia whispered poking your shoulder and turning her focus toward the house again.

you regretted telling her about that now, having recounted the story of how you'd gone to mapi after the humiliation of the fake relationship and the girl had seen red, packing you into her car and driving the pair of you to the store and then your ex 'girlfriends' house.

luckily she'd been away on vacation with her family for a couple of weeks and the two of you had both egged and tee pee'd her house entirely undetected.

but of course having heard this story alexia was drowned in a sea of guilt that you hadn't felt like you could come to her, though grateful you'd at least had mapi in her place and hadn't had to go through it alone.

so swallowing the bubbling jealousy at the fact and reminding after all it had been her fault that you'd not felt like you could go to her in the first place, this seemed to be how she was determined to make up for it.

"we've done this before alexia and it didn't go well!" you reminded, grabbing her arm before she could leap out of her hiding spot, eyes wide with worry as your sister sighed, the memory fresh in both your minds.

you'd been only ten years old, alexia twenty three and alba twenty. alba had just been cheated on by her latest girlfriend, a fact you hadn't quite fully understood but you knew she was upset and alexia was ropeable.

it had been a common theme throughout the years that you'd never really liked any of alba's partners, which was perhaps alexia's influence given she'd been vocal that she always felt alba settled for girls who didn't deserve her or treat her as such.

but this particular girl alba had fallen head over heels for hard and fast and learning that she'd not been loyal, crushed her more than she cared to admit but it was easy enough for both you and alexia to see just how much she was hurting.

"fresa despertarse. hermana. fresa!" you blinked as you awoke, groggily wiping your eyes and exhaling, vision adjusting to the dark to notice your eldest sister hovering over you.

"qué?" you mumbled tiredly, your sisters hands on your shoulders pulling you into a sitting position. "is it time for school?" you asked sleepily, rubbing your eyes again and frowning as you noticed it was still dark outside.

"no. i need your help with something, but you have to be quiet pequeña and you are not allowed to ask any questions until we are in the car, vale?" alexia whispered as you nodded still half asleep, slumping over as the older girl moved to grab you some clothes.

"no no fresita, hora de despertarse!" alexia chuckled as you started to doze off again, catching you before your head could hit the pillow. "but its dark out." you yawned, shivering lightly as your covers were tugged away.

"i know. i will explain in the car hermanita, just get dressed please." alexia placed down a bundle of clothes beside you, flicking on your lamp before slipping back out of the room and closing her door behind her.

hopelessly confused you'd done as she'd asked, dressing yourself in the all black outfit she'd chosen, alexia joining you in a few minutes time also dressed all in black with a backpack slung over her shoulder.

"what are we doing?" "shh." "but its dark and-" "fres i said no questions till we get to the car!" "but-" "fresa." "fine."

"why do we need eggs?" you whispered with a frown, falling silent at the look your sister flashed you as she very quietly closed the fridge and motioned for you to follow her.

alexia held her breathe as she slid open the back door as quietly as possible, ushering you out and wincing as she slid it back closed with a click.

grabbing the back of your hoodie and holding you alexia watched eli's room with baited breath, sighing when the light didn't turn on. "vamos." she whispered, nodding for you to follow her down the back steps and around the side of the house.

"i'm not allowed to sit in the front." you reminded as your sister opened the passenger door and gestured for you to sit inside. "well tonight you are, get in."

once again as alexia started her car she paused, watching eli's window and only backing out of the driveway once the light remained off. "thank god mami snores." alexia mumbled with a shake of her head and a sigh of relief.

"can i ask questions now?" you asked eagerly, properly awake and almost vibrating in your seat as alexia exhaled and nodded her head, still driving to a place only she knew.

"where are we going? what are we doing? why do you have eggs? why did we use the back door? why isn't alba coming? why did we not tell mami? why are we wearing all black? why am i in the front? am i in trouble? are you in trouble?" you rambled out all nearly just in one breath, finishing and inhaling deeply, chest heaving.

"jesus you ask a lot of questions." alexia grumbled not having expected all of that, but with a shake of her head she gave you your answers.

"alba's ex girlfriends house. defending alba. they're for throwing. the front door squeaks. alba needs some sleep. mami wouldn't understand. so we blend more into the night. because i said so. no and no."

"i am still confused." "you'll see when we get there pequeña."

and that you had, the two of you pulling up to a house you'd not seen before in a street that wasn't familiar to you, not a soul in sight given it was around three in the morning.

"i don't think i can throw that far ale..." you chewed your bottom lip nervously, your sister chuckling and ruffling your hair. "thats fine hermana i will be throwing. your job is to hand me the eggs and keep a lookout, vale?" your sister instructed as you nodded, determined frown on your face.

so unloading a carton of eggs onto this girls house you both managed to sneak out undetected, proud grin on alexia's face as you rambled on and on the entire way home about how cool she was and how cool this was.

but you deflated slightly when you were sworn to secrecy after making a comment about how you couldn't wait to tell your friends at school about your adventure, pinky promising alexia you wouldn't tell a soul bar alba.

but there had been a reason you'd gotten away with it, and that was that despite thinking you were defending your sisters honour and practically falling asleep in your cereal that next morning, you and alexia had egged the wrong house.

"how was i supposed to know she moved house! i dropped alba off there when they were still together." alexia huffed, back in present time as the two of you crouched down in the bushes.

"you could have checked!" you rolled your eyes as your sister gave you a look of disbelief. "oh so true you are so right fres, maybe i should have gone and knocked on the front door and checked she still lived there?" alexia whispered harshly as you pulled a face.

"that wasn't what i meant." you mumbled, alexia handing you a carton of eggs. "vamos! its time hermana." and before you could even say another word alexia was leaping out of hiding and you were stumbing after her.

"least you can throw them now!" alexia teased as you both hauled egg after egg at your ex best friends house, admittedly feeling quite a sense of joy as they cracked and exploded all over it.

"mierda, go go go!" alexia almost shouldered you to the ground as the lights all turned on in the house, the pair of you sprinting away into the night, a belt of laughter leaving your lips as your sister glanced over her shoulder with a grin, the pair of you stopping once you were a safe enough distance away.

"feel good?" alexia asked with a smile once you'd caught your breath. "sí." you admitted, unable to argue her point that this would help you take back closure you were never given. "told you." your sister nudged her shoulder into yours.

"there is one other thing that would make me feel better." you added meeting her gaze as she frowned but nodded on encouragingly for you to continue.

but much to her shock what followed wasn't words, rather it was a cold egg smashed against the top of her head, your sister gasping in surprise as your lips curled into a grin.

"muchas gracias hermana, i feel much much better now. about everything!" you smiled happily, alexia wiping away the yolk which dribbled down her face with a hum. "i guess i deserved that." your sister sighed in acceptance given how she'd treated you the last year.

"but...as la hermana mayor." you recognized the glint in her eyes right away but before you could run her hand grabbed your hood, an egg smashed against your forehead. "alexia!" you gasped, wiping yolk out of your eyes as her laughter rang through the night.

"qué? you used to always want us to match, no?" the blonde grinned wickedly, shoving your head with a wink and rummaging around in her pockets. "fresa!" alexia groaned pushing you off as you wiped your face on her jumper.

"diablillo." your sister grumbled, huffing as she checked her pockets time after time. "did i give you the keys?" alexia asked as your eyes widened. "no. you had them, did you lose them? ale we need to get out of here we can't be found at the scene of the crime with egg all over us!" you hissed at the older girl.

"you can't find them. can you?" "they must have fallen out while we ran. hijo de puta!" "do you have a spare?" "sí...at home." "alexia!" "relajarse, i have to make a call."

you perked up as headlights appeared at the end of the street, hood pulled over your head and hair matted with egg as you counted down the minutes until you'd be back home and in a hot shower, a familiar car coming to a stop in front of where you and alexia sat on the curb.

"honestamente. do you two idiotas ever learn?" alba sighed, rolling down the window and holding up alexia's spare car key, twirling it around on her finger.

"we got the right house this time?" you shrugged as alexia snagged it with a grateful smile and a mumbled thank you, kissing your sisters cheek in appreciation.

"one day i'm going to get a call to bail you two tontos out of prison and it will be for...eggs."

~

you felt a strange sense of calm settle over you as you lay on alexia's couch watching a movie, your sisters settled on the other side of it allowing you the space you needed, though things were on the mend they weren't fixed.

but you'd be lying if you said that it didn't feel good to get a sense of normalcy back, watching movies and staying up late with the two of them just like you used to before everything changed.

especially given everything going on with your mami you did need them more than you realised, the thought of laying in an empty house by yourself while eli was in hospital not something you wanted to experience as much as you thought you could handle it.

you needed them, and you'd been needing them, but you were growing tired of pretending you didn't for the sake of saving your own feelings. your walls were still up but with your mami's words ringing in your ear you knew you didn't have to knock them all down but you needed to start lowering a draw bridge at least.

though between all of your thinking and the emotional exhaustion of everything catching up to you, it wasn't long before your eyes started to grow heavy and you dozed off.

"ale." the blonde looked away from the screen at the knock of alba's knee against her own, the younger girl nodding to where you were dead asleep, sprawled across the end of the L shaped sofa.

"some things don't change." alba chuckled, the pair of them now staring at you soundly sleeping, chest rising and falling. "just like when she was a baby, never makes it through a movie." alexia smiled fondly, getting up to grab a blanket and draping it over you, tucking in the sides like she knew you liked.

"she's still a baby, even if mami says we're not supposed to tell her that anymore." alba smiled, catching alexia's eye who chuckled, hesitating for a moment before leaning down and softly kissing your forehead.

"sí, our pequeña."

~

"so she can come home on tuesday? they're sure?" you asked in disbelief, alexia having just returned from the hospital and picking you up from work.

your eldest sister worried about you returning even just for a half day, but the clinic was rarely open on saturday and they were only testing all day, and your boss had reached out offering if you felt up to it it would be a good learning opportunity.

so trying her best to let you take the lead in letting her know what you needed alexia had taken you to see eli this morning before dropping you off to work and returning to the hospital, picking you up afterwards firm in her word you weren't taking the bus.

"they're keeping her for observation over the weekend but things seem to be stable. she just needs to avoid anything that brings her stress, watch her cholesterol, go for her check ups, take her medication and if anything feels weird she has to go back to the doctor to let him know." alexia recounted the instructions from the doctor as you nodded along.

"did you tell her about the game?" you winced as alexia sighed with a nod. "sí, it did not go over well with mami but the nurses agreed, its too much stress." alexia explained, the two of you and alba having yesterday discussed with one another your mami's game watching tendencies and how it would spike her stress too much for her to even watch on television.

"maybe they can just sedate her during the game." you mumbled rummaging through your bag, alexia chuckling in agreement as a comfortable silence fell between the pair of you.

"i thought i was staying at home tonight?" you frowned confused at the change of the plan as alexia pulled into her own driveway. "tú eres, alba is already there but there is something i need to give you first." alexia motioned for you to follow her inside as your frown deepened.

much to alexia's surprise you'd planned to go to her game tomorrow, already having had breakfast plans with alba and brushing it off as being easier to just go to the game with her after rather than making her take you home, alexia forcing herself not to make a big deal over the obvious steps forward not wanting to scare you off.

none the less you left your bag in the car and followed her out of the car, still in your scrubs from work and curiosity peaked as alexia let the two of you inside and called out for her girlfriend.

"hola ol." you greeted the older girl with a smile and a kiss to the cheek as she appeared, kissing alexia when she thought you weren't looking, the habit making you roll your eyes.

but before you could have a chance to properly speak to olga, alexia was pushing at your shoulders and nodding for you to go to her bedroom, olga shrugging as you gave her a curious look.

"you're being weird." you sighed as she told you to take a seat on the bed, ignoring your comment and disappearing into her wardrobe, returning a moment later with a large bag and dropping it on the bed beside you.

"hermana, i know you asked not to speak about it anymore and i will not make this a big thing but-" she paused to tug open the strings of the bag as you peeked inside and frowned again.

"-i know i have not been around and i ignored you and made you feel pushed aside, i acknowledge that. but, you were not ever not on my mind. which is why i kept all of these for you, and i admit i should have maybe just given them to you and made time for you and maybe some of this might have been avoided." alexia explained softly, eyes flickering to read your face but struggling to find a story.

"some are from champions leagues games, the game i scored my first goal back since my injury, the first game i played the full ninety, the captains armband when i first wore it again for barça, my first national game back for españa-" alexia pulled out the shirts one by one, your face still unreadable as your hand ran over the material.

"you kept these for me?" you asked, finally looking up and meeting her gaze as she nodded.

"por supuesto. fresa i have always given you jerseys which are special to me, you might have stopped coming to my games which i understand. but me wishing you were there and wanting you to have these, that never stopped, and you will always mean more to me than any camisa, any game, anything." your sister spoke firmly, a nod all you could manage at the emotions which cascaded down on you.

but never the best at expressing these your sister cleared her throat, quickly packing the jerseys back into the bag and pulling the drawstrings tight again, grabbing it and making a beeline for her bedroom door.

"vamos fres you must be tired from work, i will drive you home."

[s0urw00lf]

Family meeting

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Summary: you are a former fbi agent turned hunter, so imagine when three years later you get a call inviting you back to the bureau for a small get together

warnings: dean is kind of an asshole.

A/N: uhh i had this idea and had to write it down. Also imagine the timeline between supernatural and criminal minds aren’t happening during the same time. So maybe like s3 criminal minds and s2 spn. This is probably the most I’ve written all from my own head, but i had this idea and i just HAD to write it down before i forgot.

You’d met Sam and dean a little over three years ago when they saved you from a Wendigo while working a case with your fbi family. When they told you about the things that happen behind the curtains you immediately believed them, with all the grime and gore you saw coming from a species of your kind you didn’t need very much proof to believe those folklore stories you read as a child were true. And right there and then, you’d decided to quit the fbi and join the brothers, the fbi field could replace you in a heartbeat, but hunters needed as much help as they could get.

“Whacha lookin at?” Sam questioned as he placed his chin on your shoulder. you glanced at him “just this picture of the team, they look so happy” you smiled tilting the phone towards him. He assessed the picture with a slight smile, even though he’d never met them it made him happy knowing that if you wanted or needed you’d have a life to go back to starting with them. “Do you miss it?” He asked, you could feel the vibrations from his chest on your back and it bought you a certain warmth. “Of course i do, they were the first people to accept me into their weird little family, but I wouldn’t change what i do now for the world. After all i get to be with you” you said, kissing his cheek. Sam smiled one of those heart eyed smiles at you and made your heart flutter.

He engulfed you with his tall frame turning your body so the two of you were chest to chest then pulling you to sit on his lap, he rubbed circles on your lower back with his thumb and placed his head back on your shoulder. You placed your hand in his soft shaggy hair and began to scratch his scalp. This was a normal thing for you and Sam to do, just sit in silence and bask in each others presence. Your silence was interrupted when your phone began to ring, Sam picked his head up in confusion, you didn’t usually get calls for cases as you were lesser known in the hunter world. When you looked at the caller I.D. And it read ‘Aaron Hotchner’ confusion struck you, you kept in touch here ant there with the team but rarely ever got a call from your former unit chief.

You clicked the ‘accept’ button and waited for hotch’s voice to ring through the phone. “Y/n?” He said. “Hotch, I didn’t expect a call from you, is everything okay?” You asked, suspicion rising. “Yes, everything’s fine i- i just have a small request” he stuttered, your tilted your head in confusion, hotch never stutters “yeah whats up?” You asked, trying not to show your concern. You could hear him sigh over the phone before speaking “we’re having a small team get together and i wanted to invite you” he said. You nodded knowing he couldn’t see you but still, you looked at Sam whose eyebrows were raised and you could practically see the question he wanted to ask on his face ‘is he asking for help with a supernatural case?’ You shrugged. “But im not apart of the team anymore, wouldn’t that be against the rules?” You asked, not that you dint want to go, you didn’t want anyone in trouble. “Do you think you could come in?” He asked after a second, you were currently on a case with Sam and dean but you were sure they could go without you. “Uhh yeah, when is it?” You asked. immediately he answered “ its on Wednesday, and bring your friends too if you can” he said, “um okay ill see what i can work out, ill see you soon Aaron” you said, ending the call.

You looked at Sam a little speechless “my old boss just asked me to a get together and he wants me to bring you and dean” you spoke slowly trying to understand if this was real life or not. “Bring us where” dean spoke walking into the motel room. You turned to him to see him setting down his bag and loosening his tie. “Quantico, virginia”you said getting off of Sam’s lap and making your way to your bag. “Not for that dean” Sam spoke. Dean raised his eyebrows as his movements paused. “FBI?” He repeated, looking towards you to explain. “Yes, my former colleagues want to have a get together is that alright with you?” you sarcastically asked, searching for your car keys, Deans voice raised slightly. “Now hold on a second, you want us to play friendly with these guys?” he questioned. You sighed “pull your head out of your ass dean its a get together” You said not sparing a glance at him.

You knew Dean despised people that work under the law but you weren’t gonna just sit back and let them deal with this by themselves with no knowledge. “Dean come on-“ Sam tried to speak but dean cut him off “Why should we go?” Dean said with a smartass tone pointing between him and Sam. You rolled your eyes turning to him, “ because Dean they’re ,y family too, and i want you to meet and get along like i know you would” you said, and that shut him up. “Now you can continue being a dick and stay here and I’ll just bring Sam, or you can get your ass up and come with. Choose wisely” you practically seethed. Dean rolled his eyes but agreed “im driving my own car” he said grabbing his bag and heading back out the door. You sighed looking at Sam, who was already packed “this is gonna be a long week” you said, Sam tilted his head in pity “he’ll come around” he said holding you his hand, you took it and he led you out of the motel and to your car.

Virginia was about a days drive from where you were and you’d gotten to quantico pretty early in the morning, lucky you you’d kept your apartment in virginia, just in case you every wanted to come back. “We’re here” you muttered to yourself, looking at the building you were oh so familiar with. You could see deans headlights pulling in behind you and you sighed, exiting your car. Sam looked as if he’d just woken up and dean looked as if he was about ready to fall asleep any second, “we’re gonna sleep until morning, then go and get started” you told them, they agreed following you up to your apartment that surprisingly still looked the way you’d left it, you offered it to Emily when she told you about wanting to move after her apartment flooded but you guessed she never took you up on your offer. You showed dean your guest room, and the bathroom, then made tour way to your bedroom, followed by Sam’s tall frame.

“Oh god i missed this bed” you said flopping down onto the bed with your arms and legs spread out mimicking a star. Sam layed down beside you letting out a groan “i can see why” he said. “Are you ready from tomorrow” he asked, glancing at you. You nodded, moving over to place your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it lulled you to the brink of sleep, his arm wrapped around you and his thumb began drawing rhythmic circles on your hip. “Yeah, it’s just like old times, except with the addition of two” you said sleepily. “I’m excited to finally unite my whole family” you said, before falling into a much needed slumber.

You woke up to Sam shaking you lightly muttering about how it was time to get up, his voice was raspy and made you want to pull him back under the sheets but you had to get up, so you groaned pushing the covers off of you and sitting up on the bed. You felt around for your phone so you could call and tell Hotch you were on the way. It was handed to you by a messy haired Sam, you pecked him on the lips as a thank you and looked for Aaron’s contact and clicking ‘call’. The phone didn’t ring long before Hotch’s voice filled your ear. “Hotchner” He answered, voice as professional as ever. “Hey Hotch it’s me” you said, “y/n, did you make it okay?” He asked. You nodded though he couldn’t see you, “yeah we got here last night, when would you like us to come in” you asked. “As soon as you can, ill have to let the team know your coming in” he replied, you watched Sam walk in the room with two mugs of what your beste guess was tea holding one out to you, “they don’t know?” You asked, accepting the mug mouthing ‘thank you’, Sam nodded exiting the room again, by your guess to wake dean up. “No they know someone’s combing just not that it’s you” he answered. “Oh, well how about we keep it that way. I’d like to see the looks on their faces” you said with a smile. “If that’s what you want” Hotch said. “Okay well I’ll be there in thirty” you told him. “Okay see you then” he replied before hanging up.

You quickly rushed to brush your teeth and go through your closet full of your old FBI clothes that you decided to leave when you left with Sam and dean. You put on a suit, did a quick and easy hairstyle with your hair and exited your room. “Almost forgot your roots y/n/n” dean said taking a sip of coffee from his mug. You rolled your eyes a little amused at his remark “good morning to you too dean” you said picking up your keys off of the counter next to where dean was sat. “Were we supposed to get dressed all professional?” He asked hinting at the differences between your attire. you shook your head “nope, just missed dressing like a badass” you said with a small smile, looking around you couldn’t find Sam “where’s Sam?” You asked dean. He shrugged “in the bathroom, little Sammy wants to impress the in-laws” he joked.

Your brows furrowed, “really?” you asked, walking to the bathroom occupied by your boyfriend. you knocked “Sam honey, we’ve gotta leave soon” you said through the door,right before it opened revealing a more professional looking Sam. You tilted your head, “what did you do?” You said noting the slight difference in his appearance but not able to tell what exactly was different. “Do you like it?” He asked with tinted cheeks, “you look great” you said pulling him down to your height before placing a kiss to his cheek. “Okay, time to go. Dean lets go!” You shouted for the older Winchester only to get a grunt in response.

When you arrived at the bureau you showed the guards your guest badge that Hotch gave you in case of emergencies and led the boys to the elevator, “now before we get there there are some things we need to go over” you said eyeing Dean specifically who just rolled his eyes “One, don’t flirt with Emily or JJ. Two, don’t make fun of spencer, and three try not to have ‘alpha male’ with Derek. We clear?” You asked, dean made a face “why would i bull-“ “dean” Sam cut him off with a warning glare. “Okay, i wont” he muttered just as the elevator dinged, you took a deep breath stepping out of the elevator.

The familiar sound of your heels clicking against the ground bought you a small ounce of comfort, you were back home. You grabbed Sam’s hand from behind you and pushed open the glass doors “im home” you said in a singing voice causing all heads in the room to turn to you. Spencer was the first to stand up “y/n?” He muttered in disbelief, you smiled “in the flesh” you said. You walked further in meeting him in the middle for a hug “its good to see you Spence” you hugged him tight, next was Penelope “oh gosh Hotch didn’t tell us you were coming” Emily said from behind Penelope who was hugging the lif out of you. You gave her a sheepish smile “i told him not to, wanted it to be a surprise”

She gave you a look mocking disbelief “oh you sneaky-“ “is that y/n” a voice spoke coming from the office. “Rossi” you said with a huge smile, rossi was your un official replacement father. “Move over its my turn” he told Penelope who mocked sadness “that hug wasn’t nearly long enough, you all bit ran to rossi giving him the tightest hug you could “how’ve you been?” He asked, you pulled away “great, yeah I’ve been keeping busy” you said. You then heard a voice clear, looking back at the desks “i think your forgetting you favorite person in this room” Derek said holding out his arms.

“Debatable” you joked hugging him as well. After all the greetings were done rossi pointed out to you the two men you had bought along, “so are you gonna introduce us to your friends” he asked with raised eyebrows. You turned to Sam and dean who still stood in the entrance looking uncomfortable “of course, uhm” you cut yourself off walking to pull them both further into the room “this is Sam, my boyfriend, and dean his brother and a complete pain in my ass” you said with a joking smile and dean pinched your arm.

“I didn’t now you had a boyfriend” rossi said assessing Sam, who looked like he wanted nothing more than to disappear, “uh hi, I’m Sam Winchester” he said holding his hand out to rossi flashing him that famous Winchester smile. “Winchester, like the gun?” Derek asked unimpressed, you shot him a look “yeah exactly like that” dean said with a hostile tone. Before anyone could get any further you cut them off “okay! Where’s Hotch, and JJ” you asked Emily. “JJ is on maternity leave, and hotch is taking a phone call.” She answered.

You nodded turning to Sam, dea, spencer, Derek and rossi. “How about you find something in common hmm? I need some much needed girl time” you said grabbing Emily and pen dragging them to another room. “Y/n, where did you find these men” Emily said peeking over your shoulder at the group of men, “that one is a hunk, did you see his eyes?” Penelope said pointing to dean> “that’s dean, a real pain in my ass but he’s like an un official brother.” You said. You all sat at your old desk which is now Emily’s, “how about the other one, Sam?” Penelope teased bumping your shoulder. You smiled glancing back at Sam who seemed to already be in a deep conversation with spencer “Sam is great, i cant even explain it. I’m so happy with him, he is everything and more to me. And he’s so hot” you doted. “I can tell you love him” Emily said patting your shoulder.

—— with Sam and dean——

Sam settled in easily after the initial greeting, “did you go to college?” Rossi questioned taking a sip of wine from his glass, “yes sir i went to Stanford for law” Sam said, with a proud smile, “give him a break rossi, pretty girl knows how to pick em” Derek said, flashing Sam a helpful smile, Sam nodded in thanks. “I read an article a few of years ago, a fire happened in one apartments on campus, one student died” spencer recalled, “uh, yeah i was there, she was my… friend” Sam said shooting a glance at dean who looked back at him with a shrug. Spencer, rossi and Derek all picked up on his hesitation noting that it was a touchy topic. “How old are you?” Sam asked spencer, “24” spencer answered with a tight lipped smile. “You made it into the fbi at 24?” Sam asked amazed. “Yep” spencer confirmed.

“How did you manage that? I mean that’s amazing but i was 23 in my last year of college” Sam asked intrigued, thinking it was no wonder you were so smart, look at the people you used to work with. “I have uh, eidetic memory” spencer explained. Sam smiled at spencer intrigued with the person his girlfriend considered her little brother “that’s amazing, y/n never told me that” he said glancing over at you laughing with your friends.

Dean somehow caught himself getting in a debate with Derek about sport and music. “Metallica is a classic, how can you say that” dean asked, looking as if Derek had just insulted his entire being. “Yeah sure, but prince is one of the greatest, classic rock is the best way to go” Derek argued, trying to get dean to admit defeat.

Derek turned to rossi who watched the two of them with amusement “rossi what do you say?” He asked. “I’d say Metallica -“ “boom!” Dean cut him off turning to derek with a smirk. Derek shook his head “no he wasn’t finished let him finish” he said, gesturing at Rossi to continue. “But, prince is more my taste if I do say so myself” he finished. Derek laughed in victory “see that is what I call taste my friend” he said patting Rossi on the shoulder sending a smirk to Dean.

“Actually the two artists are not generally compared to one another as they both cater to different audiences” Spencer butted in, Dean looked at Spencer, interest piqued “what are you a walking encyclopedia” Dean joked making Derek laugh. “I have eidetic memory and and IQ of 187, so technically I am” Spencer said with a tight lipped smile. Nobody could respond before a blonde woman with blue eyes walked in with a tall black haired man carrying a car seat.

—— back to you——

You saw them enter from the corner of your eye and a smile immediately crossed your face as you made your way to greet them “Hotch, JJ it’s so good to see you” you said squeezing JJ tight in a hug. “Oh my goodness y/n I didn’t know you were coming” she said letting out a cheerful laugh. “Surprise, is this little Henry?” You pointed to the car seat “yes it is” she said picking him up and handing him to you.

“Oh my goodness he’s so tiny” you said, you turned to Sam with a huge smile, “look at him Sam” you said smiling up at him. “He’s really cute” sam said, he’d never though about kids but in this moment he was sure you were the woman he’d build a family with, watching you hold that small baby made his heart soar.

Dean stepped up to you sending not so subtly glances to JJ. “Which one am i not supposed to flirt with?” He whispered. “None of them” you hissed quietly. “Not even her?” He asked. “Especially not her” you replied.

“Who are these guys?” JJ asked from behind you, making you turn to her. “This is my boyfriend Sam, and his brother Dean” you introduced them. You then realized you hadn’t greeted hitch, so caught up on the tiny baby in your arms. You gently handed him back to his mother and turned to hotch, you hugged him just as tight as you hugged everyone else “thank you for inviting me” you said into his ear. “Of course, you’re still apart of this family, here or not” he said. And you smiled.

You never thought it would happen. Having all of your family in one space at the same time it felt like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from. Dean and Sam fit in perfectly with everyone else and for the first time in a long time your heart felt completely full.

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⭑｡𖦹°‧ㅤㅤBLUE ㅤ— ㅤㅤjay x f.reader ㅤㅤ wc 0.7k

where your boyfriend always knows a way to make your worries melt away

★ — hurt/comfort angst estd. relation fluff academic pressure :( jay being the sweetest bf

you looked at all the books and notes spread out in front of you, and the painfully waiting cursor of the blank document, as if urging you to start the assignment. but it felt… all too much, too overwhelming for you to even think about your pending works.

and before you knew it, a tear dropped down on the page, staining your messy handwriting. good here it goes again. you were tired of feeling tensed and worried about your studies.

your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rapid knocks and the bell. you turned to look at the time, 11pm. who could it even be at this late hour?

sighing, you got up to open the door before the person could ring the bell once more, only to be met with a very familiar face.

‘jay...? what are you doing here at this hour?’ you asked, unsure of how to approach the fact that your boyfriend was in front of your apartment at near midnight. the said boy who was standing quite tensed your doorstep, visibly frowned upon seeing you

‘yn, i was worried tensed! why did you not pick up my calls? you even left me on seen?! do you know how stressful that was? wait, are you…’ he trailed, finally getting a proper look at your face.

oh shit you had forgotten that your tears hadn't dried yet and he was met with a red and blotchy face.

jay quickly stepped into the apartment, his hands going up to your face, softly holding them.

‘what… happened?’ his voice was laced with concern. ‘uh, you were worried, for me?’ you refused to meet his eyes.

‘of course, babe! you are usually so active and present but all i have got are just a few messages and no calls, i thought you were sick!’ and his eyes held this earnest look, that almost made you want to start sobbing again.

as if sensing your emotions, he engulfed you in a hug and before you knew it, you were in his arms, tearing up yet again, your forehead resting on his shoulder.

‘i… i– i am sick, of this work and study and…’ you spoke through your tears, ‘jay, i don't think i can do this anymore, i feel so-so tired, it's…’ you could feel him rub small soothing circles on your back, nodding to your every word and never interrupting you, as if you could vent out all the frustration and pressure you had building in you.

the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, slowly calmed you down as you broke apart to look up at him, with a small pout. you mumbled a small sorry.

jay broke out in a smile, caressing your cheek, ‘it's okay, yn, you've been so strong and dedicated. it’s okay to let yourself catch a break, hm? it's okay to feel sad and unmotivated sometimes, right? because i know you can do it.’

‘b-but i’ ‘ssh, i trust you.’ and maybe that was all you needed to hear.

you could feel a small smile form on your face, heart a lot lighter than it had been a few minutes ago. and you couldn't thank jay enough for it.

‘okayyy now let's see how my girlfriend is doing, secluding herself like a saint, tell me the last time you had eaten, yn?’ he questioned you in a serious tone. you knew how serious he could get if you neglected your meals.

‘eh, yesterday i think…?’ ‘i'm pretty sure it was ramen.’ you guiltily nodded.

jay shook his head, not surprised but placed a firm kiss on your forehead. ‘ok, so, you, my girl, are going to sit down and relax while i make you something healthy and edible to eat. okay?’ he said, more like commanded.

you blushed at his actions before following him to the kitchen.

it was a common routine you both had fallen into, jay would cook, you would, well… try to assist.

and even though, jay protested about you helping him, you shrugged him off, just happy to spend time with your boyfriend.

‘and from now on, yn, please don't ghost me like this. i'm always here for you, love’, whispered close to your ears, pressing another small kiss to your cheek.

NOTES. hi i wrote this down cuz of the high level of procrastination and unproductivity ive been having despite my finals starting in a month :( it isnt the best feeling and i for anyone else who's going through the same, don't worry we'll get through this rough patch together >< tysm for reading this

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I’m thinking of any of the boys, how would they react to being teased with? And I don’t mean oh that’s cute- I mean hardcore teasing. I’m thinking wearing cute outfits or saying things in the vicinity of the boys, where they can’t do anything about it. I might have asked this before so if I did, oops. but I’m never without a backup! I love the scene Aaron meets Rick and Michonne, them jumping out of bed. But what if it was the reader and Rick or the reader with Daryl or Rickyl or….? “tell your mom and dad…”

“huh?” Carl rolls his eyes at who it is and calls them gross and lame. Lol (idk; that’s what my teen would have done)

Hehe ok I’m using this as a little bonus blurb for poison… I promise part 4 is coming soon but here’s something to tie us all off in the meantime <3

“You gotta tell her to cut it out. I can’t believe I’m bricked up at a children's birthday party, right now.” Shane slumps down next to Rick. Visibly irritated, grabbing the throw pillow from beside him, and placing it in his lap to conceal the tent in his blue jeans.

“Why don’t you tell her?” Rick asks.

They both look over at you from their spot on the deck. Watching you throw neon rings into the water from the side of the pool. Entertaining the half a dozen 10 year olds whose parents are all too busy getting drunk in your parents house, to look after their own children.

“You’re the only one she actually listens to.”

Rick just shakes his head with a little huff, “She’s a fuckin’ brat. Doesn’t listen to anyone.”

You know they're watching you. They have been all day. From the second you asked Rick to help tighten the strings of your bikini top, you had them in a damn trance. Unable to control their constant wandering gaze.

“What kinda swimsuit is that? Barely even covers her nipples.” Shane whines.

“She’s doin’ it on purpose. Tryna get a reaction out of you. And it’s workin’, so just… quit starin’. She’ll give it up soon enough.”

“I need her to put a shirt on before I cream my frickin’ jeans, Ricky. Go on and tell her that.”

“Tell her what?” Daryl interjects the conversation with gifts from the garage. He hands the two men a beer, plopping down on the love seat across them.

“Tell her to quit teasin us’. It ain’t funny and she ain’t bein’ very subtle about it either.” Shane nods over at you. Unfortunately for him, you catch his stare and wave back at him. A sweet, innocent little wave that sends butterflies swarming around in his gut.

“Shit.” Shane shifts his gaze to the floor.

“What?”

“Made eye contact. She’s coming over.”

They all share a look before you reach the couch. Dripping wet and wringing out your hair with a towel.

“Hey,” You plop down next to Daryl, the only open seat available.

“You’re soaking.” He complains, moving further into the armrest.

“What? You afraid of a little water?” You tease, over aware of the clenched jaws staring you down from the couch.

He lets out a little grunt, sipping his beer to distract himself from your practically naked legs, brushing up against his jeans.

“Shoot, I think I’m starting to burn,” you act all concerned, looking down at your decolletage and running delicate fingers over your sun kissed skin, “think one of you could reapply for me?” You ask, reaching for the coffee table where your sunscreen so conveniently happens to be sitting right in front of the three men.

You see Shane’s fist tighten around the beer as he struggles to avoid your gaze.

“Shane?” You ask, knowing he’s always the first to break for you.

“Me..?” he looks over at Rick and sighs, tipping his head back. Asking god why the hell he was testing him so hard today.

Rick lets out an involuntary groan at his friend’s attitude.

“Alright, get over here.” He waves you over, snatching the bottle from your hands.

You stifle your laugh by biting your lip. Practically crawling over Daryl to reach Rick’s lap. Sitting down, bikini bottoms dampening his denim clad thigh, though he doesn’t complain. He just takes the sunscreen and squeezes a generous amount on his hands. Handing you the bottle back and rubbing the cream together before starting on your shoulders.

You sigh at his touch, leaning your head to the side and pulling your hair out of the way to give him better access to your back.

“I know what you’re doing.” His voice is low in your ear. Lips dangerously close to your neck. “Ain’t foolin anybody. Acting like a damn brat. Teasin’ us right in front of your daddy…” he chuckles. His breath sends goosebumps down your spine as his hands rub the muscles on your back.

“I- don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” you play dumb. Lids fluttering closed at the wonderful sensation of Rick's fingers working at the knots between your shoulder blades. Gliding back and forth and then slipping down to your lower back. Where his touch starts feeling less like a massage and more like a tickle. Threatening to send a shiver through your body.

“Sure you do,” he slides his hands down to your hips, grabbing on to you and pulling you even further into his lap, the sudden movement makes your breath hitch in your throat. “You know exactly what you’re doin’. Know exactly what game you’re trying to play. Guess you didn't realize that we might know how to play too, hm?” He uses his grip on your hips to grind you down on his lap, and the huge bulge that’s making the front of his jeans so tight.

Your eyes go wide at his boldness. Knowing that any of your fathers friends could see from their various spots all over the yard. Hell your father could see if he just turned away from his conversation with Deanna. Fortunate for you, they’re all too focused on their own conversations to pay attention to the borderline filth happening on the patio furniture.

“I- I wasn't-“

“See boys? She sure loves to dish it out but the second you start dishin’ it back,” he huffs a laugh before continuing, “she turns into a needy, little mess.”

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Hii your fics are great!!

I want prompt #26 and prompt #35 with yoongi :)

Aw thank you! I hope this is okay!

#26 It was you the whole time

#35 Do you regret it

Warnings: Minor violence, reader called a whore

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You laughed watching your husband curse at the wood fired oven as he looked over the charred loaf of bread. “I told you that it was too hot.”, you chuckled. He shook his head before tossing the loaf out the window for the birds to pick at. The early morning sunlight hit him in a way that made him look perfectly angelic. You stared at him while taking in the moment thinking back to the events that lead you here.

You and Yoongi had practically grown up together. You were close in age and similar in personalities. The only difference being that he was born a prince destined to be a king that ruled the kingdom and you were born a servant girl orphaned at a young age therefore bound to spend your life at the beck and call of the Min Family.

One day you tripped while carrying a load of laundry down the stairs and Yoongi quickly dropped everything and rushed over to check on you much to the dismay of his parents. He flashed you a gummy smile as he helped you up and it was love at first sight for you.

By the time the two of you were young adults, the king and queen were quite wary about how close you and Yoongi had become. Whenever Yoongi turned the other way they would be quick to remind you of your place in their family and that you would never carry the Min name. If they only knew about the Min family ring you secretly carried in your pocket at all times, a gift from Yoongi on your 16th birthday.

One evening you were in Yoongi’s room tidying it up while waiting for him to return from a dinner with his parents. You’d just finished changing the bedding when you heard the large oak door slam shut so you turned around to see Yoongi pacing back and forth with his hair disheveled and his fists clenched. His face a dark shade of red.

“What’s wrong?”, you asked concerned never having seen him so upset before.

“They’re forcing me to get married.”

“What? To who?”

He scoffed, “I don’t know. Some princess from another kingdom. I didn’t care to listen. They said I don’t have a choice.”

You had figured this day would come. Arranged marriages especially for royalty were very common. You just didn’t expect it to happen so soon and without warning.

“Okay well it’ll all be okay. You need to do whatever is expected of you.”

Quickly Yoongi was standing in front of you shaking his head, “No Y/N. I won’t let them separate us like this. It’s bad enough we’ve had to sneak around all these years. I’ll figure something out. I’m not giving up on us.”

You smiled to try and calm him but deep down you knew it wasn’t that easy.

Over the next couple of weeks the king and queen introduced everyone to Princess Ina. She was beautiful and kind. You couldn’t help but feel a little jealous every time you saw her with Yoongi even though he only saw you.

The night before the wedding there was a grand ball. All of the guests were invited to the palace to celebrate the upcoming nuptials.

You were busy walking around providing drinks or appetizers to the guests. Yoongi was never more than a few feet away even though you kept scolding him that you were both going to get in trouble. After the hundredth time of you telling him to stop and leave you alone he’d had enough and quickly pulled you outside to the balcony.

“Yoongi what are you doing? We could get caught and then they’ll have both our heads.”, you giggled feeling his fingers grip tightly on your hips.

“I don’t care. I hope they find us and call off this whole stupid thing.”, he smiled before chasing after your lips for a kiss.

You rolled your eyes but agreed. The kiss between you felt like home. You both had been so busy that you forgot how good it felt to have his lips on yours. You tried to pull away before you got caught but that only made Yoongi grip you tighter.

“Min Yoongi! What do you think you’re doing?”, a woman screeched from the doorway.

Quickly pulling apart your face turned red with embarrassment and fear finding the king and queen standing there.

“I told you to stay away from that servant girl.”, his mother spoke.

“”I won’t. I’m not staying away from her and I’m not marrying Ina either. I’m going to marry Y/N whether you like it or not.”, Yoongi said. His father stepped forward making you flinch in fear. Yoongi noticed quickly pushing you behind him.

His father grabbed his wrist pulling him forward, “I will not have the future king married to some lowly servant girl. You will marry the princess and that is final!”

“No! I’m not your pawn to use for political and financial gains. You marry the princess if it’s so important to you.”

The king slapped Yoongi bringing him to his knees from the impact. As Yoongi kneeled on the ground trying to regain his composure the king grabbed him by the collar pulling him up, “You will not disobey me Min Yoongi. I will lock your little whore away if I have to. Now go to bed and be ready for the wedding tomorrow morning.”, the king spat before throwing him back down to the ground.

After they left you quickly helped Yoongi up and walked him to his room before saying goodnight.

You didn’t expect to be able to fall asleep but somehow you managed. Only being woken up by someone gently shaking you.

“Yoongi what are you doing?”, you whispered.

“Come on. We’re running away.”, he said handing you some clothes.

“No you can’t give up everything for me. You need to marry the princess as requested so that you can rule the kingdom one day.”

He leaned over and gave you a kiss, “Y/N, you’re the only princess for me.”

That’s how you both ended up here, in a small village on the other side of the world with your own little bakery that you worked very hard to achieve. Yoongi’s parents knew he had run away with you that night. They weren’t that stupid. They never bothered to look for either of you instead telling the kingdom that he had attempted to run away from the marriage but was killed by wolves in the forest, his body too mangled for any kind of public funeral. They thought that was less embarrassing than admitting their son loved a servant.

Yoongi had given up on the bread and was now working on the blueberry pies. “I hate blueberries. They stain everything.”, he said showing you his hands.

When you didn’t respond he walked over to stand in front of you, “Y/N are you okay?”

You looked him over. He had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. His pants were covered in patches to hold them together until you could afford a new pair. He had burns on his arms from the hot oven. His wedding ring slipping down his finger since it was slightly too big but it was the cheapest one you could find. He gave up a life of wealth and luxury for you and suddenly you felt guilty.

“Do you regret it?”, you asked fidgeting with the Min family ring you wore now as a wedding band.

“Regret what?”

“Giving up everything to marry me. You could be married to princess living a life of luxury in a palace but now you live above a bakery while working hours and hours a day. You should’ve stayed there and married her and your life would be so much better.”, you said feeling the tears begin to break.

Yoongi stopped your ramble with a kiss, “Y/N, it was you the whole time. From the minute I saw your embarrassed face as I helped you up after you fell down the stairs I knew I wanted to marry you. I’d live in a tent in the woods if it means I’ll have you by my side. The only thing I regret is not running away with you sooner.”

You leaned into his embrace feeling better after hearing his words.

“Come on Mrs. Min, the strawberry tarts aren’t going to bake themselves as nice as that would be.”, he chuckled pulling you along with him. His hand ever leaving yours.

[ivysprophecy]

My my my...

warnings; bitchy!reader and cocky!benedict, i think thats literally all lol, mentions of threesome??

word count; 1022

summary; we've all heard of 'the other woman' but what are you to do when the mistress is actually a mister? and what are you to do when that mister is someone you cannot escape in public?

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You would rather be anywhere else right now. Not in this rather uncomfortable gown that's too tight, sipping lukewarm champagne, in this stuffy ballroom that hasn't got any circulation, watching your husband laugh with that traitor Benedict Bridgerton.

Granted, you'd thought highly of him before the events of last night had happened. You'd never spoken to him for too long, however a friend of your husband's is supposedly a friend of yours.

He'd never made a fuss, never a crude comment your way, or of any woman for that matter.

That might have to do with the fact he's not one to pay attention to girls of the ton, if last night was any indication.

"Isn't he just delectable?" Your friend Julia's voice grounded you back to reality. Sadly.

"Who'd that be?"

"Benedict Y/N, I'd just mentioned him before. Are you quite alright? You seem out of sorts tonight."

Truthfully you knew you could do a better job of hiding your negativity but you just couldn't muster up the energy for pageantry. Clearing your throat you answer her question, "My apologies Julia, how rude of me. I do admit I feel a rather dreadful pain in my head."

"Oh Y/N, is there something I can aid for you?"

"I think I require some fresh air, if you'll excuse me for a moment. I'll find you the second I return," leaving your friend with a friendly touch on the arm and a weak smile you make your way toward a balcony behind two French doors, which you decide to close.

The cool air wasn't crisp enough to ward you away, just enough to wish you had your shawl that you'd handed to a maid earlier in the evening.

A creak behind you distracts you from the cold, turning to see none other than the second eldest Bridgerton.

"Should I acquire us a witness? Or are you here to scandalize me further."

"That sounds as though I have taken advantage of you Lady Y/L/N."

"You have. Not in a sexual sense however. You took advantage of my trust in my husband, and you took advantage of my husband's naivete."

"And what would you have to say if I came to you with an apology?"

What is it about Benedict Bridgerton that continues to leave you without rebuttal? Very few have made the accomplishment in your three and twenty years. How is he different?

Your arms unconsciously cross over your front, as if to guard you somehow. "I'd say its unnecessary, unwanted, and untrue."

"You haven't a clue how wrong you are. On all three accounts. Tis absolutely necessary, you were correct when you said I had taken advantage of the situation presented to me for personal gain. I'm most certain it isn't unwanted seeing as last night you demanded an apology from Henry, you deserve one from me, even more so than him. Because my apology is genuine. Henry is... he hadn't a clue of how this could go before he'd met me. He'd been concerned about his commitments to you and I urged to continue our agenda."

Again, your words are caught in your throat, but you refuse to stand there with your jaw slacked looking helpless. "So you're taking full responsibility?"

"I am," his eyes soft, his voice edged with sincerity. It almost is enough pretend none of this happened.

"If only it were true. Regardless of it being your idea, or persistance, whatever excuse you have lined up to defend him, he made the choice. He dug the hole, now he must lie in it. Unfortunately I have to lie next to him."

"And what if that didn't have to ring true?"

You couldn't hold back the scoff that escapes you with the British army. "How could that be possible? Keep my thoughts to myself? I think not."

"I come to you with a proposition."

"If that proposition is letting you continue to fuck my husband quietly for some pennies I do not wish to hear it."

"My my my you truly do have a mouth on you..." Is that a smirk on his face? Does he find this amusing? The audacity...

It wasn't until now you realized you'd both closed the space between you, not intimate by any means but closer than you'd like.

"You talk of my mouth when you were just using my husbands last night? You are mental. Truly out of this world, have you no sense? I know Violet raised you better."

"This isn't about my mother Y/N, this is about how you can both find pleasure in this situation, if that's what you wish to call it."

You take another angry step forward, "Dare I ask how?"

"Join us," How many times is this man going to render you speechless? "Henry was going to bring it up to you after the ball tonight, however I had a feeling you wouldn't hear him out."

"And what makes you so sure I would listen to you?"

"Because as much as you want to ream me out for what I have done you are curious. I see it in your eyes, tonight you couldn't keep your eyes off of us two. What was going on in that marvelous mind of yours while doing so?"

You couldn't believe this. What he is asking of you, of Henry, it's... preposterous. It can't be, it won't.

"Turn around and go back inside Benedict. I won't entertain this any longer. Leave me be and go find my husband so he is not a basket case. Because he will find no comfort *or* pleasure from me. Ever again."

He looks at you with an overly confident smirk, his eyes knowing that the wheels in your head are turning without your permission, and something between your thighs has a mind of it's own.

"I shall leave you to the fresh air Lady Y/L/N", apologies for the intrusion," he nods before re entering the ballroom leaving you with your thoughts and your breath steaming the air because now you feel rather warm with the thought of his proposition.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

What about monsters au or maybe a fairy au

These have yandere themes to them from when this was supposed to be part of a Halloween event, but I decided to keep it that way because I like it. The first paragraph lightly explains what they are, the second is a reader-insert scenario.

Yandere Straw Hats Monster AU

2.3k words

Monkey D. Luffy - Faerie

Luffy has some intense fae vibes in my humble opinion. He’s chaotic, marches to the beat of his own drum, and he’s prone to dragging people into lifelong friendships that they CANNOT escape from. Luffy finds other fae to be rather uppity, and he prefers the company of humans. They’re so funny and weird! Plus he likes their food. Luffy comes from a very powerful bloodline, though people tend to forget about this fact until it’s too late and they’ve already provoked him.

One day when you’re out foraging, you almost step inside a fairy ring. You count your lucky stars that you didn’t and turn to leave and give the ring a wide margin, but a voice comes from behind you. A faerie is casually sitting in the circle and asks if he could have some of your food. Not wanting to upset him, you toss the snacks you brought for the day to him. He all but demands that you come to visit him once in a while, and you’re forced to abide. Refusing would upset him, but agreeing and then not keeping your word would be even worse. Fortunately, as you continue to meet with him, you find him to be awfully kind and fun for a faerie. You begin to look forward to these meetings. When he asks one day if you’re his friend, it’s only natural for you to say yes. A big mistake, you would quickly come to realize. By agreeing that you’re his friend, you’ve unwittingly given him ownership of yourself. But it’s okay! You two will have lots of fun along with all of his other friends!

Roronoa Zoro - Werewolf/Barghest

Another case of vibes, Zoro just screams werewolf to me. The barghest is a monstrous black dog originating from English mythology, with some sources claiming that a wound inflicted by its claws will never heal. I’ve combined this creature with a werewolf to make it a bit more interesting. When Zoro transforms, he takes on a grotesque and massive wolf-like shape with green fur. He’s capable of standing on two legs, but walking on all four feels much more natural in this state.

Zoro is a renowned monster hunter, as well as a close colleague of yours. After working with him for years, it’s deeply concerning to you when he comes back from a mission only to seal himself away in his home and refuse to interact with anyone. You try to be patient with him, but as time goes on, you NEED to get to the bottom of what happened. He’s been holed up for over a month, so you figure that he must be leaving in the night to get food and water. As you’re lying in wait in a nearby shed, rather than seeing him leave, you hear crashing and yelling coming from his home. Without thinking, you rush in. You don’t know if he’s being attacked or what, but you can’t leave him to suffer. It takes some effort to break the door down, but you do. The home is in shambles. Furniture is ripped to shreds, holes have been punched in the walls, and there are claw marks everywhere. Your attention turns to the writhing mass of limbs and fur in the corner. The moonlight illuminates the room just enough for you to recognize the shade of green the fur is, and your heart falls into your stomach when the creature turns to look at you. There’s a scar over the left eye. Before you have a chance to process this gut wrenching information, he’s on you. As he’s snarling over you, you wonder if you’ll be able to bring yourself to kill your friend before he can kill you.

Nami - Kitsune

Kitsunes are highly intelligent, cunning, and mischievous. All of these traits fit Nami perfectly. She is still quite young for a kitsune and only has two tails so far. In order to make some easy money, she establishes herself at a shrine and demands tribute, primarily in the form of money, though she will also accept fine jewelry and kimonos. 

The shrine she occupies happens to be the one your family cares for, making you her personal shrine maiden. Well, shrine maiden in training. In the beginning, you’re run ragged trying to accommodate such a demanding spirit. Once Nami is confident that you are a good match for her, she relaxes somewhat, but demands near constant attention. You’re unable to eat with your family because she wants you to eat with her instead. Opportunities to see friends are consistently shot down by her requesting that you brush her hair/fur for her or other mundane tasks. It was a little flattering at first to have a prestigious spirit favoring you, but it rapidly becomes draining. It isn’t truly your place to be asking her questions, but you do anyway. Why is she so dedicated to taking up every second of your time? You aren’t even a proper shrine maiden yet, doesn’t she want someone more experienced assisting her? Nami giggles at your inquiry and pets your head in a way that feels more than a little condescending. She explains that it only makes sense for her to be focused on you. Your initiation ceremony is coming up, and those play out like wedding ceremonies more or less. Of course she’s going to favor the person who is about to essentially be offered as a spouse to her.

Usopp - Drider/Anansi

Anansi is a popular figure in Akan mythology and is strongly associated with storytelling. He’s known for being a bit of a trickster, but also a hero and extremely cunning. I’ve combined this with a drider to make him more humanoid, but he is also capable of shapeshifting when he so pleases. Usopp has a reputation for being troublesome, but ultimately helpful. Sure, he drives the locals up the wall some days, but he’s willing to step up into a heroic role when necessary.

Usopp had been dwelling near your village for a while now, longer than he normally would. He just can’t help it though, you’re one of his favorite people to tell his tales to. You never question the validity of what he’s saying or roll your eyes, you just eagerly listen to his stories with a sparkle in your eyes the whole time. When he’s causing trouble, you take it on the chin and laugh it off. He falls fast and he falls hard. Slowly, he starts to incorporate scarier stories into his repertoire. To make sure that you fully believe what he’s telling you, he’ll shapeshift into various forms and lurk around just barely in the corner of your vision, only to flee when you whip around to investigate. When you vent to him about how frightened you’ve been as of late, he’s quick to offer a solution. Why don’t you come with him? He’ll bring you somewhere safe and keep all the monsters away from you. Doesn’t that sound perfect?

Sanji - Yaoguai

I bounced around with a lot of different monsters before eventually settling on this one. A yaoguai is a type of demon from Chinese mythology. Though technically, he’s only half-demon. His father was a god turned demon who was banished from Heaven by the Jade Emperor when he became too arrogant in his power and miserably failed in defending an important artifact. Ever since then, he has been desperate to regain his godhood and has resorted to trying to make supremely powerful warriors of his children. Their mother was a human who was forcibly taken and used in their creation. Sanji suffered a lot of cruelty for being the weakest of his siblings, with the only kindness he ever received being from his human mother (as well as a certain chef after he ran away from home). It’s unsurprising that he strongly prefers the company of humans to demons.

That also means that in his quest to find true love, he’s only looking at humans. Unlike his father, he desperately wants to have a loving, mutual relationship. He tries so hard, but his courtships always end the same way. Everything seems great in the beginning, they’re happy, they’re falling in love. The problem is that all of these begin with him taking on the appearance of a normal human. He wants to be open and honest with what he’s hoping will be the love of his life, so when it’s gotten serious and marriage is brought up, he reveals his true form. Every time, every single time, they scream and run away in horror. Sanji has lost track of how many times he’s been chased out of a village after doing this. He’s getting desperate. By the time he ventures into your town, he’s made up his mind to not tell the next person. At least not before the wedding. Even if you scream and cry and say that you hate him, he’ll make you stay with him long enough to see that he’s the same Sanji that you fell in love with even if he does look different now. He isn’t going to hurt or eat you, you just need some time to realize that. After you have, everything will be fine. At least so he hopes.

Tony Tony Chopper - Leshy (there are so many spellings I’m sorry if this isn’t the right one)

A Leshy is a type of guardian deity for forests from Slavic mythology. They rule over and protect their given forest, and their attitudes towards people imposing on it can really vary based on where the legends originate from and how the intruders act in the forest. They are able to take the form of anything in the forest and imitate woodland noises. It’s anyone’s guess how they will handle a human wandering into their domain. Maybe they’ll be lighthearted and playful, or maybe that person won’t ever be seen again. They’re very ambiguous. Chopper leans towards the more lighthearted side of things. He’s very shy towards most humans, but can become angry and lash out if they do something he doesn’t approve of.

Living right on the edge of a massive forest can certainly be nerve wracking, but you do your best to make it work. You did everything in your power to avoid potentially upsetting whatever Leshy is inhabiting the forest, and it seems your efforts worked… Perhaps a little too well. It started with seeing a bizarre deer-like creature amongst your livestock or outside your windows. Then you started hearing things. One day you could have sworn a terrible thunderstorm rolled in abruptly, only to dash outside and see nothing but clear skies. Eventually, the Leshy got bold enough to approach you directly. You knew you should have been distressed to have such a deity so close to you, but it was hard to be scared of such a small and cute creature. Chopper seems so youthful and childlike that you can’t help but grow fond of his little visits. Then he starts pushing for you to visit him. He has a home at the center of the forest and he desperately wants to show it to you. It couldn’t hurt to go just once, right?

Nico Robin - Harpy/Gamayun

The Gamayun is a prophetic bird with the head of a human woman from Russian mythology that is said to know literally everything and to spread prophecies and divine messages. Again, I’ve combined this with a Harpy for the sake of giving her a more humanoid form. While some people appreciate the endless knowledge Robin possesses, others fear and want to repress it. Robin can rarely stay in the same area for long without worrying about an attempt on her life.

It’s after an almost successful murder attempt that she meets you. One of her wings was shot, leaving her unable to fly away. When you suddenly appear and usher her into your home, she is highly suspicious of your intentions, but she goes along with it because she feels like she has no other option. Much to her surprise, you misguide the people hunting her and then tend to her wounds. As time goes by and she stays put while she’s still healing, she is shocked at how you never once ask her for information or prophecies. You’re being kind to her… because you want to? And you expect nothing in return? It’s unheard of for her. By the time she’s healed, she’s completely enraptured by you. She can’t go back to her perpetual solitude now that she’s gotten a taste of kinship. You must feel the same. You have to feel the same.

Franky - Talos

Talos was a giant bronze statue built by Hephaestus to guard the island of Crete in Greek mythology. His main job is to drive off pirates and other enemies by hurling boulders at them. For the sake of this AU, let’s say that rather than dying, he is simply subdued and ultimately lives. Franky feels lost and like a failure. He leaves Crete to set up shop on a new island where he takes it upon himself to take misfits under his wing. He doesn’t want other people to feel the way he does, so he does his best to take care of them and give them a sense of purpose.

Admittedly, you haven’t made the best decisions in life, that’s a given. Being a petty thief and general troublemaker is hardly anything to brag about, but it’s your life and you’ll do what you want. That is, until some giant bronze behemoth snatches you up and declares himself your mentor. He isn’t even giving great advice, it looks like he’s herding cats when he tries to get all of the local hellions to work together to better their lives. Unfortunately for you, not only can you not escape him, the others are buying into it and trying to drag you down with them.

[mykoreanlove]

Bokkie's quest for tears

Felix was munching on his cornflakes as he listened to his hyungs converse in the kitchen. Dorm life got a lot quieter (and messier) ever since Lee Know moved out months ago. Felix barely kept in touch with him anymore but luckily, he still had you - his best friend and coincidently life partner of stray kids’ famous ass hunter.

“So, how is he?”

Chan shrugged his shoulders.

“Ah, you know him. Erratic outbursts, even more than before.”

“And y/n?”, Hyunjin asked concerned.

Felix perked up at the mentioning of your name. An irritated look formed on Chan’s face.

“You know”, he stumbled to find the right words, “if I didn’t know that they broke up, I’d think she’s doing quite fine actually.”

Felix choked on his cornflakes.

“They did what?!”

Chan and Hyunjin ran over to him, helping with his coughs as best as they could.

“Didn’t you know?”

Felix shook his head no.

“I thought you were her best friend, Lix?”

So did Felix.

He got up and ran out of the kitchen, making his way to you.

“Pick up. Come on, pick up!!”, he desperately yelled at his phone. It took him three calls to finally get through to you.

“Jesus Lix, why are you blowing up my phone?”

“Where the hell are you?”

You had not anticipated his outburst, slightly taken aback by his tone.

“I’m at work. What’s wrong?”

Felix clasped his hands over his head, agitated for the both of you.

“I’m standing in front of your house where you should be, y/n. Why the hell are you at work? Why are you not at home bawling your eyes out because you broke up with Lee Know? Or did he break up with you? What the fuck is even happening?”

You took a long sigh before answering.

“So, you’ve heard, huh?”

“Yeah. Not from you, though.” He practically spat out those words, deeply hurt by your actions.

“I’m sorry, Lix. Are you okay?”

Felix rolled his eyes extra hard, even though you were not able to see it.

“Am I okay? Really? How are we talking about me right now, y/nnie? Are you okay? What happened? When did all of this happen?”

Felix paced frantically in front of your door, unable to stand still for even a second.

“I’m okay. It hurts but I’m okay. Lee Know and I weren’t the greatest match after all, let’s leave it at that. We talked a lot about it and concluded that it’s for the best to go our separate ways. So, we did…” You paused for a second, fearing his next reaction.

“5 weeks ago.”

“FOIVE WEEKS AGO?”

You held in your chuckle. Felix could never contain his Aussie when he was overly emotional and now was no exception.

“How? I didn’t see you cry once! You behaved as if nothing had changed. How the hell did you do that?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Don’t know. I didn’t act or anything if that’s what you’re asking. I didn’t cry at all, actually.”

“Y/N”, his voice was reprimanding.

“We talked about this. You need to express your emotions. Don’t suppress them.”

“I swear I’m not!”

“Bullshit”, he spat out.

“I know you and your toxic tendencies, doing everything but.”

There was a certain truth to his words. You cried a lot as a kid but sometime along the way, amid flourishing into a woman, you pushed your emotions aside. Buried them even.

“I’m coming over tomorrow. And you’ll better be at home, you hear me?”

*

The sound of your doorbell ringing relentlessly woke you up from sleep.

“What the..?”, you mumbled drowsily. As you opened the door you spotted your best friend beaming at you with extra love and a fresh batch of his infamous brownies.

“Good morning, sunshine!”

Felix passed by you and walked straight into your kitchen, making coffee and serving the baked goods.

“What are you doing here?”, you checked the time, “At 9am? On a Saturday?”

Felix sat you down on a chair and handed you a cup of coffee.

“I am here to help you cry. No wait, to make you cry!”, he cheered joyfully.

Before you could interrogate him more, he explained happily: “Welcome to Felix’ tour of FEEL IT TO HEAL IT!”

“Tour?”, you stuttered.

“Yes, tour. I have planned out the whole day for us. You, me and your waterworks will have a blast today, y/n. Get changed and join me in the kitchen for activity number one.”

He had to be joking, right? A full day dedicated to making you cry? His hand waved you goodbye, ushering you to wash your face and put on some pants. You complied and came back into the kitchen, freshly styled and ready to surrender to his crazy plan.

“What’s the first activity, Lix?”

Felix positioned a box of tissues on the table and sat down sternly.

“Talking.”

You looked at him confused.

“Talking? Fine. Lee Know and I broke up. We loved each other, very much so, but we argued even more. So, we called it quits.”

“Not good enough. More.”, he encouraged you.

“What do you want me to say? I deleted his number. I think about him a lot, though. Sleeping alone at night is hard. My plushie still smells like him and I can't bear myself to throw it away. But it’s probably for the best.”

Felix looked at you with the utmost compassion.

“How do you really feel, y/n?”

You always hated that question. How are you? Heat arose in your chest and tears started to well up behind your eyes – but that was about it. You couldn’t cry, no matter how hard you tried to.

“Hurt. But I’ll live.”

A deep sigh escaped your best friend’s lips. He rose to his feet quickly.

“Get up.”

You knew better than to argue, so you complied and followed him. Felix walked into your closet, garnering your workout clothes into a bag.

“Are we going to the gym?” He shook his head, grabbed your hand, and guided you out of your apartment.

**

“Yin yoga? Really?”

Felix spent the whole night researching, finding activities that could trigger emotional responses and apparently yoga was one of it.

“It’s a special kind of yoga, y/n. Give it a try.”

The suspicion hadn’t left you, though.

“Special how? Lix wait, how?”

It turned out that difficult poses held for a very long time made yin yoga so special. Special as in unnecessarily painful.

You were bent like a pretzel, suffering the results of never working out. Lee Know always had tried to convince you of working out with him, but the workouts in bed were more than sufficient for you. Holding these hip opening positions was stressful, hurtful even.

“Lix”, you whispered. He turned his head to face you.

“Am I supposed to cry from pain? Because I think it’s working.” You felt the presence of the yoga teacher next to you.

“Dear, that’s not what this is about. Your emotions get stored in your body, especially in your hips. Stretching them out gives you the opportunity to release them. Unless you fight against it.”

Her comment distracted you for a moment. Were you really fighting against it?

For the first time you observed the other people in class, a lot of them were silently sobbing. Irritation grew within you, making you wonder if you were too damaged to even feel anymore.

Felix frowned as he watched you, unhappy with the second planned failure. In that moment he decided to step up his game.

***

“Are you hungry?”

You nodded.

“Yeah, my whole body was burning for an hour. Please feed me, Lix.” You slung your arm around his waist and staggered on the crossroad.

“Wait, are we going to your place?” He nodded again.

“Why?”

He smiled at you peacefully.

“To cook.”

You loved food but hated cooking. All that time spent in the kitchen slaving away, only for the food to be devoured in minutes didn’t sit right with you.

“Felix”, you whined.

“Can’t we just get takeout?”

Your best friend laughed cheerily.

“Felix huh? I forgot how much you hated cooking. Come on, you’ll cut the vegetables and I handle the rest. Deal?”

He handed you the knife and dealt with the other ingredients. You took a look at the counter – carrots, pepper, mushrooms and an excessive number of onions. You smirked silently, adoring your best friend for it.

“You think you’re so smart”, you mumbled under your breath.

“What was that?”, he asked curiously.

“Nothing, Lix. I’ll start cutting.”

He was in disbelief after he watched you slice your third onion. Still not one single tear. Not one. Every time Felix came near you his eyes watered but yours were dry as the desert. At this point he was certain that the onion would cry before you.

“How is that possible”, he muttered under his breath.

You turned to face him, smiling sadly.

“Maybe there’s not a single tear left in me. Don’t worry about me, Lixie.”

The more time he spent with you, the more worried he got, though.

****

It was already 4pm and not one single tear was shed. Felix was beginning to feel hopeless, hoping that the last two activities would finally get to you.

“Why don’t we watch a movie?”

You nodded.

“Sure.”

If there was one movie that would trigger all the tears it had to be Titanic. Felix watched it multiple times growing up, bawling for hours. Something about lovers torn apart just damaged his soul.

The two of you were cuddled on his couch, sharing a heated blanket and snacks while watching the downfall of Jack and Rose. It was a sad movie, agreed, but not one that would make you shed some tears. Felix however was overly emotional, wiping away his tears, hoping that you wouldn’t notice.

“Just cry in peace, Lix.”

Caught in the act he looked at you ashamed.

“Sorry, I… How can you not cry over this, y/n? This is one of the most tragic love stories to exist. It’s so unfair how they didn’t get the chance to be together. How can you watch this and not feel a single thing?”

You shrugged your shoulders, not really understanding it yourself, either.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s not… sad enough?”

You got up and went over on his small balcony which was overlooking the city. Luckily, Felix still had your old cigarettes, the pink ones with a small elephant on them. Smoking calmed your nerves, even though you tried quitting so often.

Funnily enough, that was the same way you felt about Lee Know. Pleasurable for the moment, but toxic in the long run.

“You’re smoking?”

Concern was written all over his face. You took another drag and flipped the cigarette of the balcony, approaching Felix in the most honest way.

“Do you think I’m broken?”

A big part wanted to say yes because that was what he actually feared. Another part, no matter how small, wanted to believe that there was still hope for you. As long as that little part existed, he would not give up on you.

“Let’s try one more thing. Shall we?”

*****

“Seoul Olympic hall? Who’s here?”

Felix handed you your ticket.

“The one and only, the one that makes you cry over any ex, whether you have one or not. The one with the very emotional voice, Adele.”

You were far from thrilled.

“Did you pay for these tickets to listen to heartbreak for two hours? For real, Lix?”

He pulled out a box of tissues out of his jacket.

“I came prepared. Let’s do this.”

You groaned as he ushered you into the venue. Adele was a great singer, a great performer but you weren’t into that kind of music. It was way too emotional, too sorrowful. You always wondered if her fans came to this to cry.

Apparently, they did. You saw lots of people wiping away their tears as she sang her famous ballads, crying over a long-lost love. It triggered some moments of Lee Know and you, the better ones in which you were actually happy and very much in love. Remembering those times felt like a punch to the stomach, but that was about it.

You watched Felix for a while who was conquering his own battles, embracing him in a hug and showing your support. After the show was done you walked around the area and sat down on a wooden bench in an empty park. Felix checked the time on his phone and sighed in disbelief.

"It's 1am. I guess this is it."

Your best friend looked down. He was bummed as he had failed his mission.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

You turned around surprised.

“For what?”

“For failing you. I planned so many activities thinking that they would make you cry but nothing worked. The whole day was for nothing.”

His last words made you panic. You quickly grabbed your phone and checked your notifications – you missed a day. Finally, tears started rolling down your heated cheeks. Felix jumped to his feet in disbelief.

“What? What is it?”

You were sobbing, not being able to form a sentence, so he grabbed your phone and saw for himself.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He looked at you, a mixture of disbelief and judgement.

“You are seriously crying because you missed a day on fucking Duolingo?!”

Tears were enriched with sobs, making this even more dramatic than it needed to be.

“My.. streak.. is gone!!”

Felix rolled his eyes at you, judging hard. Only then did he realize what had happened. You finally cried. The waterworks had finally opened, and you let it all out. He was still bitter that the green owl accomplished more than he did, but he hugged you, nevertheless.

“Let it all out, sunshine. It’s okay.”

You stained his jacket in seconds, a mixture of salty tears and make up covered his Vuitton. Felix placed a kiss on the top of your head and hugged you even tighter.

“I am proud of you, y/n. You hear me? I am proud of you.”

You looked up at him, looking like a disheveled racoon.

“I am just crying. Why are you so proud of me?”

He patted your head gently.

“Because you’re healing. And that’s more than enough for me to be proud of.”

[bitchin-tubs]

Idea time!!!!!

So I know Fizz was most likely an orphan adopted into the Buckzo family hence why he’s been there since childhood and doesn’t seem to have any more immediate family BUT hear me out. Design wise, Tilla and Fizz share a very similar facial structure and that simply cannot go unnoticed by me

So for my rewrite Fizz is Tilla’s son. Tilla used to work for another circus in her early life where she met Andreas (or Andy still debating), a rather handsome crew member who had a reputation of being a bit of a heart breaker. Though never becoming official boyfriend girlfriend their relationship did become more than personal for a few years until Tilla became pregnant with his child and Andreas being the gentleman he is quit and fled to his birthplace in Pride, leaving a very confused and scared Tilla behind to deal with a pregnancy all on her own. The circus fired her over her inability to perform, being she was pregnant and all, and thus Tilla searched for new opportunities beyond her little hometown.

Cash is a whole other story, he inherited the circus from his father as a generational tradition and being the new fresh circus owner that he was he gained quite a bit of attention from the crew but the one that caught his eye was Kalyanna, a talented acrobat who knew how to lure in a crowd. Cash and Kalyanna married young and spent quite a few happy years until Cash began overwhelming Kalyanna with the idea of children to pass on the circus to. She eventually obliged and unfortunately spent the whole pregnancy hating the process. She hated not being able to perform, abhorred the way her body changed being as concerned and praised for her self image as she was and above all began resenting Cash for putting her through this. After recovering from giving birth to a set of twins, Kalyanna took all her stuff and left the ring leaving no love or explanations for Cash (still he knew why)

Tilla arrived at Cash’s circus with a child in arms looking for a slot for a performer, Cash being the greedy man he was, was not phased and welcomed her right in. Eventually Tilla and Chase began to bond over their similar (but extremely different) situations and before you knew the circus celebrated yet another marriage. It wasn’t until little Blitzo began to grow that Cash sided him as a trouble child that the real issues began to show but preferring to just leave it at peace their marriage became more of a partnership than an union. That until plot happens

My dearest apologies to the Blitzarolli enthusiastics but I won’t be able to provide for yall 😓

[toournextadventure]

movie night pt.v

Summary: Sam doesn't distrust you quite as much and Tara scares you. Guess that means it's time for them to meet the family.

Word Count: 6.4k Warnings: Excessive swearing, suggestive themes, Scream levels of violence/mentions of violence Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader (pt.i) (pt.ii) (pt.iii) (pt.iv) (pt.v) (pt.vi) (pt.vii) (pt.viii)

“One more attack and I’m takin’ you to Mercy,” Aunt Sherry said as she finished cleaning the dried blood on your neck. “Conscious or not.”

“I understand,” you said quietly. You supposed after another 17 stitches, you couldn’t really argue with her.

“Your Ma never wanted this life for you,” she said, her hand resting on your shoulder.

You knew she meant well, but this conversation wasn’t helping. Clearly Ma never wanted this for you, she hadn’t even wanted it for herself and Pop. Trouble was always quick to follow your family, and you were more than adept at figuring out how to navigate it. This was a different obstacle, sure, but you were clever, you could make it work.

None of you had been taught how to keep others out of trouble, though.

“I’ll see you at Mass,” you said with a smile before hopping out of the ambulance for the second time in 24 hours.

Anika had already been rushed to the hospital. As far as you knew, they were confident she would pull through. Damn, she was one tough sonofabitch. You would need to make sure you sent flowers or chocolates or something. What would she even like? Maybe you should ask Mindy.

“Who knows where you live?” Sam asked once you shuffled your way to the group. All these Ghostface attacks were giving you major deja vu.

“No one,” you said when you stopped beside Tony. “Did you tell anyone?”

“Course not,” he scoffed, “I know the family rules.”

“Well he found out somehow,” Chad said.

“Well it wasn’t from us, smart guy,” Tony said defensively. “We don’t tell nobody where we live.”

“Only ones who know are Garret and the lot of you,” you said. “And I only called Tara.”

“And where is Garret?” Mindy asked as she held her now-bandaged arm.

“His dad’s house up in the Hamptons,” you said with a shrug. “Not gettin’ back till next weekend.”

“And you’re sure he’s up there?” Tara asked.

“Yes I’m sure, now quit with the interrogation,” you huffed. “Got enough of a headache as it is.”

Tara didn’t say anything but reached down and grabbed your hand, slotting her fingers between yours. You gave her hand a gentle squeeze. It was starting to become abundantly clear why she had kept her distance. Was this going to happen to anyone that got close to the Woodsboro gang? Because that was enough to have anyone on edge.

“So what now?” Tara asked.

“Chad and I are going to the hospital with Anika,” Mindy said softly, her eyes hazy.

“Quinn is already being escorted to the police station,” Sam said.

A phone rang.

Everyone’s eyes darted to Tony, who was already digging in his pocket for his phone. He pulled it out and showed you the screen, and you gulped. Oh god, this was so bad. You couldn’t do this again, you were barely holding it together as it was.

“Is it him?” Tara asked.

“Worse,” Tony said as he handed you the phone.

You watched it ring two more times before closing your eyes and answering it. The moment you held it up to your ear, you heard the static on the other end. It didn’t matter how tough you were, you weren’t prepared. Hell, nothing could have prepared you for it.

“Hey, Ma,” you said in the sweetest voice you could muster.

“If the two ‘a youse don’t get your sorry asses over here in the next 20 minutes, I’m chainin’ your ankles and throwin’ ya in the Hudson.”

“Just calm down-”

“-don’t you dare tell me to calm down, you don’t even call me to tell me about this bastard?”

You sighed. “No I don’t because you start actin’ like a wise guy!”

“Get your asses over here, Y/N.”

“Ma-”

“-Now.”

You exhaled through your nose and looked over at Tony. He mouthed a “sorry” before he shrugged. Lot of good he was. Sam and Tara were still looking at you with a mix of concern and… were they laughing?

“Can we bring two visitors?” You finally asked.

There was a bit of silence.

“Only if you follow the rules.”

“We will,” you said.

“Then yes.” A beat of silence. “And hurry.”

“Yes ma’am,” you said. “We’ll see you soon-”

-the call hung up and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Well, that went well. On the other hand, you had been on the receiving end of worse calls from your Ma. This honestly wasn’t all that bad, at least she didn’t curse your bloodline. Well, not that time.

“You threw me under the bus,” you mumbled as you handed the phone back to Tony.

“I ain’t puttin’ up with her rage,” he said even as he slid the phone back into his back pocket.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked.

“We’re goin’ somewhere safe,” you said. “Well. Safe for you.”

“She’s gonna kill ya,” Tony mumbled.

“Shut up, I know,” you mumbled back as you placed your hand on Tara’s lower back and started guiding her down the streets.

“Shouldn’t you make sure the police don’t need anything?” Tara asked, looking back at your crime-scene of an apartment building.

“Absolutely not,” you said, “they let this happen, they can do it on their own.”

You all bid goodbye to Chad and Mindy before everyone went silent as you and Tony led them through the streets of New York. It was late, the lights were blinding, and the grating sounds of sirens faded into the usual chaos. There was something comforting about it; you didn’t think you’d ever be able to live somewhere that was quiet. How Tara had managed to live in Woodsboro forever was beyond you.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t keeping an eye out for suspicious characters. Namely a certain motherfucker who had quickly moved to the top of your shit list. Oh if he just gave you the chance, you were going to make him pay. No way on God’s green earth were you going to let him get away with any of this bullshit.

“Where exactly are we going?” Sam asked when you took them into an unassuming bakery in the Bronx.

“Can’t tell you,” Tony said.

You made sure to wave at Chris when you walked by the counter and guided everyone through a back door. It was a bit suspicious, you wouldn’t lie. Come to think of it, you didn’t think your family had invited anyone over since… well, since Dicky had brought Carol over a few years ago, actually. Oh man, maybe you all needed to reconsider your rules.

“It’s not as sketchy as it seems,” you said when you turned to look at them. “But I need you both to close your eyes.”

“Excuse me?” Tara asked.

“I said it’s not as sketchy as it seems,” you huffed.

“I’m not letting you lead us into some back room,” Sam said with crossed arms.

“If you don’t close your eyes, I can’t take you in,” you said. “It’s family rules.”

“Really?” Tara asked.

“Yes,” you said with a nod. They both looked at you in silence. “I know how it sounds.”

“If we close our eyes will you quit floundering?” Tara asked. “You’re going to catch flies.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled. “Please just follow the rules, I’m tired of just standing here like a psycho.”

Sam and Tara shared a look, opposite of the one you shared with Tony. You both knew it was a bit sketchy, you knew. But when Ma and Pop made the rules, they made the rules. How were you supposed to argue? You weren’t, that’s how. Besides, if Ma and Pop found out you were breaking the rules they would have your heads.

“Fine,” Sam said with a sigh before closing her eyes. Tara quickly followed suit.

Both you and Tony shared a sigh before guiding the two girls through the back door. You each held on to them to make sure they didn’t trip over something as you took them down through a cellar and into one of the underground tunnels. Most people didn’t know about the tunnels under New York City, but your family had memorised them as if your lives depended on it.

Which, sometimes they did.

You took them through a dizzying amount of turns until you got to the door that led up to your house. If the family was smart, they would’ve locked it. And unfortunately for you, it was locked. Damn, you had hoped they would’ve lost their mind for a few seconds, you weren’t in the mood to dig around for the new location of the spare key.

The tip of your ear started to throb when you bent down to look for the key under the crate of bootleg whiskey.

“Found you,” you mumbled to yourself when your fingers brushed against the ridiculously oversized skeleton key.

“Can we open our eyes now?” Tara asked.

“No,” you said without hesitation. “We gotta get you inside first.”

“This is how people die in horror movies,” she continued while you shoved the skeleton key into the similarly oversized keyhole. “You know that, right?”

“Yes, Tara, I know that,” you bit back, finally pushing the door open. “Now come on.”

You held Tara’s hand tightly as you helped her up the stairs to your house. Well, it was your parents’ house, but that didn’t really matter. Only once you and Tony had brought both girls up to the living room did you finally pull them to a stop. The blood rushed in your ears. You hadn’t ever brought anyone home.

“Okay, you can open ‘em,” Tony said before you found your voice again.

Both girls opened their eyes slowly; you almost wanted to laugh at how wide they got when they looked around. Sure, maybe the brownstone was a bit extravagant. All the exploits of the past were on display; trophies, if you would. From the old paintings, to old newspaper clippings of heists, to the Tommy gun your great grandfather had owned before he passed down the mantle. You supposed it was a bit of a shock to the average person.

“Are you…” Sam trailed off before looking back at you. “Are you-”

“-yeah,” you said with a nod. “We’re Italian.”

“Y/N Vitale, you be nice to those girls.”

“Oh shit,” Tony said as the four of you turned around quickly.

Your eyes went wide - much like Sam’s and Tara’s - when you saw your Ma walking towards you with violence in her step. Oh, you were in trouble. You were in deep shit and no one was going to be able to save you. Maybe you should’ve just taken your chances with Ghostface; he scared you less than your mother.

“Hey Ma-”

-you were cut off by her harshly gripping your jaw and pulling you down until you were eye level with her. She twisted your head and looked at the injured ear you were sporting. Everyone flinched when your neck popped. What was one more injury in the long list of injuries you were starting to get?

She turned your head again until you could look her in the eyes. As much as you feared your Ma - respectfully, of course - you knew concern when you saw it. It never came off the way normal people did, but you knew it. It was in the crinkles around her eyes as they checked every inch of your skin.

“Are you ladies hurt?” Ma asked as she let go of your face. You rubbed your jaw as you straightened back up.

“No- um, no ma’am,” Sam stammered.

“We’re okay,” Tara followed.

“Good,” Ma said, turning to look at them and putting on her motherly smile that you certainly never got to see. “Then welcome home.”

“How come they get a welcome and I get a once-over?” You asked.

“Because they stayed safe and responsible and you didn’t,” Ma shot back. Tara snickered while Sam turned her head to hide a smile.

“As if that’s my fault,” you grumbled.

“And what did I say about tracking blood into my house?” Ma asked, raising her brows at you.

“I didn’t!” You argued. “But I’m sorry, they don’t let you grab clean clothes out of an active crime scene, Ma.”

“I’m talkin’ about your feet,” she said with a gesture down.

All five of you looked down at your feet, and you flinched when you saw the tracks you had left in the house. Adrenaline was one hell of a drug, you hadn’t even noticed you hadn’t grabbed shoes. But as you lifted one of your feet and checked the bottom, all the pain you had ignored came rushing to the surface.

Glass, dirt, and who knew what else was embedded in the skin. When you looked back, it seemed you had been leaving bloody footprints for who knew how long. Part of you figured you hadn’t tracked them through the Bronx, but you had most definitely tracked them through the tunnel. Damn. Pop was going to make you clean it all up.

“I put some spare clothes in the bathroom,” Ma said. “So get your raggedy ass upstairs and clean up before dinner.”

“Yes ma’am,” you muttered as your shoulders fell.

You ignored Tara’s barely-concealed laughter as you pushed past her to head upstairs to your bathroom. Well, you supposed technically it wasn’t your bathroom anymore, it was Ma’s, but she could suck your dick. The nerve of that woman, to call you raggedy. You were the perfect gentleman, it wasn’t your fault some psycho had decided to target you.

Just as Ma had said, she had left a folded set of clothes on the bathroom counter for you. It looked a little too formal if you were being honest, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. And you certainly couldn’t afford to be a chooser. Ma would have your head if she found out you had even thought about different clothes.

The stitches of your ever increasing wounds pulled tight, leaving a throbbing sensation around the jagged skin. Aunt Sherry had done a wonderful job, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. In the end, you grabbed a pair of hair scissors and just cut your shirt off. It was old, torn, and blood soaked; you could get a new one.

You couldn’t take your eyes off the shirt as you managed to wriggle out of your sweats. Not all of that blood had been yours. Some of it had been Mindy’s, and a lot of it had been Anika’s.  Your friends’ blood was soaked into your shirt. Each breath you took felt laboured as you wallowed in the thought that the very thing that kept your friends alive was staining your shirt.

With a shake of your head, you put the thoughts aside. This wasn’t new, you had seen blood before, you were fine. One step at a time. Finish getting out of your clothes, start the shower, wash your feet. And the rest of the dried blood that was becoming itchy. Oh, Ma was gonna kill you for dirtying up her shower.

The water was steaming by the time you finally stepped in. You let out a hiss when it hit your skin, creating more than just a throb in your wounds. It stung, bad. But surely it would clean you right up, right? Sanitisation, yeah, that’s what it would be. You get clean and fight infection; two birds, one stone.

By the time you were down to your feet, you were sitting on the edge of the tub while the water fell on your back. Your hair dripped into your eyes and you were constantly trying to push it back so you could see. The pair of tweezers in your hands was slick from water and you just needed to get a few more pieces of glass out so you could finish up.

You weren’t looking at the door when you heard it open.

“I told your sorry ass I’d be out in a minute, this is delicate work,” you called out.

A small hand appeared in front of your face and, without lifting your head, you looked up to see Tara standing in front of you. She, too, had been given a spare set of clothing that looked a little too big. Whose shirt was she wearing anyway? Her hand never moved until you sighed and placed the tweezers on her palm.

“You’re shit at this,” she said as she knelt down and started looking for the few remaining pieces of glass.

“Don’t have to be good, just have to be effici- ouch.” She swatted your hand away when you went to stop her from hurting you again. “You’re so rough,” you grumbled.

“Don’t have to be gentle,” she said as she looked up at you, “just have to be efficient.”

“You’re so mean,” you whispered even as you shifted your position to ease a certain… uncomfortable feeling.

Maybe you liked when she was mean. Maybe you liked it a little too much. Oh god, your family was going to see how whipped you were for a girl you hadn’t even properly been on a date with. Bringing Tara to the house maybe wasn’t such a smart idea on your part.

“Do you have gauze?” She asked, setting the tweezers down in the sink so more blood than necessary wouldn’t get on the floor.

“Underneath the sink,” you said with a gesture of your head. “Got a whole first aid kit.”

You watched her as she got up and checked under the sink. It only took a moment, it was a giant metal kit, no one could miss it. In fact, when she brought it out it was almost bigger than she was. You bit the inside of your cheek so you wouldn’t laugh at her. If your body wasn’t at her mercy, you wouldn’t have been so polite.

She quickly dug around and got to work finding everything she needed before getting started. Her hands moved expertly as she started cleaning and bandaging your feet. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve guessed she had been a nurse in a past life. Unfortunately you did know better, and the scar on her hand just reminded you of how she knew so much.

“I never said thank you,” she said after she finished wrapping your left foot.

“For what?” You asked as you leaned back to turn the water off; you weren’t going to need it anymore.

“For saving Mindy and Anika,” she continued.

She wasn’t looking up at you. Quite the contrary, it was almost like she was avoiding your eyes. Why would she thank you for such a thing? It wasn’t like you were going to leave them behind to die. You weren’t always the sharpest tool in the shed - Ma made sure to remind you of that every now and then - but you weren’t that selfish.

“You don’t gotta thank me for that,” you said softly.

“I just did,” she said as she finished wrapping your right foot. “You’re done.”

You placed your feet on the ground and stood up slowly, easing your feet back into holding your weight. It hurt, ached even, but at least they were clean. How you hadn’t noticed the injuries before Ma, you had no idea. But quite frankly, Tara did a phenomenal job of wrapping them securely. 

“Hurry up and get dressed,” Tara ordered, and you looked up just in time to catch the towel she had thrown in your direction. “Your mom is torturing Sam by giving her a lecture on street safety.”

“You should’ve listened to it too,” you said, but you quickly started drying off. “You hippies can’t handle these streets.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” you said through gritted teeth as you pulled your pants up. It hurt your feet to be moving on them so much. “Notice your bunch weren’t even here for a few months before getting attacked.”

“And you know so much about street safety?” Tara asked. “The one who got shot at a protest?”

You hesitated. “Yeah, I do.”

You were facing the mirror as you started buttoning up your shirt, and you could see Tara staring at you with furrowed brows. Maybe you should’ve just kept your big trap shut. It wasn’t exactly the greatest time to be getting into backstory now, was it? No, it most certainly wasn’t.

“You didn’t get shot at a protest,” she said slowly. “Did you?”

You turned around as you finished tucking your shirt into your pants. “Sorry, doll,” you said with a smile, “only girlfriends get to know that information.” With a wink, you gently pushed past her and exited the bathroom.

“Oh you dick,” you heard her say even as she followed after you.

You waited at the bottom of the stairs before placing your hand on her lower back and guiding her through the brownstone to the dining room. Everyone’s obscenely loud voices reverberated off the brick walls. Seemed the whole family was invited for dinner. A little unusual considering it was a Thursday night, but given the circumstances it could be forgiven.

A wide variety of “hello”s deafened you when you and Tara walked into the dining room. Everyone was dressed well - the same dress shirt and pants as you, which was typical - and they had pulled out a few extra seats for Sam and Tara. Gale was sitting beside your Pop; she gave you a smile and a small wave, which you returned.

“Oy, Street Rat,” Mitch called, “be a good pup and show your girl to her seat.”

“Shut up,” you shot back, but nonetheless led Tara to one of the two empty seats next to each other.

Out of pure mercy, you let her sit between you and Sam so she wasn’t having to deal with any of the other family members. The others heckled you when you helped push her seat in. You could feel your cheeks heating up while you grumbled and plopped down in your own seat, refusing to look up at any of them.

“Quiet,” Pop said, and the room immediately fell silent. “Who’s gonna say grace?”

“Can’t be me,” Joel said with a shrug. “He clearly don’t listen cause Y/N is still here.”

“You really wanna be a wise guy tonight?” You asked. “Cause I still got a lot of pent up anger.”

“Enough,” Ma said quietly, but you all listened. “I’ll say grace.”

"Yes, Ma," everyone said in unison.

"Bow your heads," she said, and everyone slowly did as instructed.

You cheated a little bit. While Ma was saying grace, blessing the food and yours and the Carpenters' lives, you looked at Tara out of the corner of your eye. If you looked a little harder you almost thought you could see a flush on her cheeks. For what, you had no idea, but you made the split decision to reach over and take her hand.

She linked her fingers with yours right before Ma finished.

"Amen," each person said before all normal talk resumed.

You helped Tara and Sam get their food, making sure everyone behaved. They did, they all knew the family rules, but the Carpenters didn't and you knew the lot of you could be… a little chaotic. Eight kids, two parents, sometimes the spouses and nieces and nephews. Lucky for the girls, it was only the immediate family.

"Oy, show me the ear," Dicky said right as you tried to start eating.

"So you can point and laugh?" You asked. "No way."

"I just wanna see," he said.

"I got it," Alfie said around a mouthful of food.

The look on Tara's and Sam's faces was comical when Alfie reached across the table, gripped your jaw, and turned your head. You did your best to smile at the two of them to let them know it was normal, but they didn't seem to believe you. If anything, it almost made Tara look a little frustrated. Maybe even angry.

"That's it?" Dicky asked when you snapped at Alfie and he let you go. "All that hubbub for that?"

"What do you mean?" You asked. "I got a notch outta my ear, I was gonna get that part pierced."

"All he's sayin' is you took on Ghostface twice, and that's what you walk away with?" Joel butted in. "Pass the salt, wouldya?"

"It's more than you ever walked away with," Martha defended you. "Don't listen to a word he says."

"The two 'a youse walk away with any cool scars?" Mitch asked, turning to look at Sam and Tara.

You could see them squirm in their seats.

"Watch it-"

"-fuck off-"

"-none of your business." Martha, you, and Mercy all said at the same time.

You felt Tara squeeze your hand once.

“Hey Street Rat, you down to make a run for me?” Dicky asked.

You didn’t bother swallowing before you answered. “I’m kinda in the middle of somethin’ this week.”

“I didn’t mean this second, jackass.”

You glared at him and swiped your tongue over your bottom teeth. “Sure,” you finally said with a shrug, “just give me a week and I’ll be back in action.”

"So," Sam started, wiping her mouth off on the napkin before looking around the table. “What do you all do for a living?”

“Accounting,” every single one of you said at the same time. Pop squeezed the bridge of his eyes as you all looked at each other sheepishly.

“All of you?” Sam asked.

“Mercy’s a doctor,” Tony chimed in.

“Accounting’s a family business,” Dicky said with a gentle nod.

“Right,” Sam said with her own nod and a polite smile. Something told you she didn’t exactly believe him.

Conversation continued as normal, with everyone talking over each other. Thankfully, they all started asking Sam and Tara normal questions, and you could visibly see them start to relax. You wondered when the last time was that they had a family dinner. Not including Chad and Mindy; they were family, but they weren’t family. There was a bit of a difference.

“Ladies,” Pop said once Ma had brought out the cannoli. Everyone froze, only their eyes moving between him and the Carpenters. “It’s been a pleasure to have you, but there’s something I need to talk to you about.”

The girls stiffened in their seats, and Tara squeezed your hand again. You tried to give Pop a look that said to calm down, but he wasn’t even looking at you. His eyes were trained on Sam and Tara, and you couldn’t blame him. Hell, you didn’t know when non-family had been over last. Hopefully he was going to behave.

“You might not understand the gravity of this statement, but Vitale blood has been spilled for you two,” he said as he leaned back in his chair, his hands folded in front of him on the table.

“Oh brother,” you whispered.

Tara looked at you and you shook your head lightly and rolled your eyes. This was going to be ridiculous.

“One of us,” everyone looked at you, “felt you were worth dyin’ for.” You sighed. “We don’t take that lightly.”

“We greatly appreciate it-”

“-we have a family rule,” he interrupted Sam. “If one of us voluntarily spills blood for someone, we all follow suit.” He leaned forward on the table and waited until both Sam and Tara were looking him in the eye. “We’ll put that Ghostface character at the bottom of the Hudson.”

“Tone it down a smidge,” you whispered and gestured down with your hand.

Pop opened his mouth and closed it once. “We’ll, uh, protect you with our lives.” You gestured again. “Welcome… to the family?”

“Better,” you whispered with a scrunch of your nose that was followed by a gentle smile.

“We really do appreciate it,” Tara said.

“It’s nice to know we have, um,” Sam inhaled deeply and looked around, “Italians on our side.”

“Atta girl,” Mercy said.

“You catch on quick,” Martha agreed.

Dinner finished soon after, and everyone went about collecting the dishes and cleaning. Martha, in all her pregnant glory, kept Sam and Tara at the table, talking their ears off. At one point, you took the still-full coffee cups from in front of them and heard her talking about… something. You weren’t entirely sure, you just knew the word “family” was being thrown around a lot.

Tara looked at you and mouthed “help me.” You just smiled, shook your head, and mouthed “no” in return. The glare she gave you… it was no question she and Sam were related, they both had killer eyes. Tara’s were particularly beautiful at that moment though, did she know that? They almost reminded you of a warm hazelnut-

“-You’d best keep movin’,” Martha said. She was watching you with a ridiculous smirk. “She’s got a look that could kill.”

“Would you like some tiramisu?” You asked. Tara’s eyes softened, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Yes please,” she said.

“I’ll go get it.”

“You’re whipped!” Dicky called from the kitchen before you could even stand up straight.

“Give it a few days, Dick,” Joel said as he leaned on the doorframe. “Tara’ll have ‘em on a leash.”

“Shut up,” you shot back as you pushed past them to get into the kitchen. “It’s called bein’ polite.” You carefully plated the tiramisu. “Somethin’ you clearly know nothin’ about.”

“Seems our little Street Rat’s turnin’ into a Guard Dog,” Mitch chimed in, seemingly coming out of nowhere. Your family really came out of the woodworks, they did.

“Next time Ghostface calls, I’m givin’ him your address,” you said as you walked back into the dining room and placed the plate down in front of Tara. And Sam, you had made her a plate too.

Maybe you were whipped.

“Do it,” Dicky said. “Matter ‘a fact, give him my phone number too, he and I need to have a talk.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t tolerate that shit on my turf.”

“That’s enough,” Pop said, and everyone quickly shut up. “Go home, the lot of ya.” He looked down at Sam and Tara. “We’ve got beds made up for the both of you.”

“Thank you,” they both said with polite smiles.

“Gale stayin’ tonight too?” You asked.

And just like that, she came in at the mention of her name. Speak of the devil.

“Yes I am,” she said with a smile. “I have something I want to show you three tomorrow when it’s day time.”

“What did you find?” Tara asked quickly.

“We’ll have more time tomorrow,” Gale answered. You watched as Tara slumped back in her seat in defeat.

Everyone finished cleaning up their stuff and started leaving the brownstone. You could see the gears turning in Tara’s head when they all left through the front door, but you shook your head at her. It wasn’t something she needed to know at the moment. It was late, dark, and everyone just needed to get some sleep. If she really wanted to know more later, you would tell her.

Probably.

“She gonna have you in a muzzle next time I see you?” Joel asked as he blocked the doorway.

“Keep movin’,” Tony said as he pushed Joel out. “Call me if ya need somethin’,” he said to you with a smile.

“You got it,” you answered. “Now get out, I’m exhausted.”

Mercy gave you a kiss on the cheek and Martha gave Sam and Tara hugs, but then everyone was gone. You were left with the Carpenters, Gale, and your parents. It was… disturbingly quiet, if you were being honest. You almost missed the chaos of having everyone over. Well, you would see them all at Mass, it would be fine.

“All of you get upstairs and get to bed,” Ma said with a gentle nod of her head. “It’s late and I know you all must be tired.”

“Come on, Sam,” Gale said with a gesture, “I’ll show you to your room.”

“Good night,” Sam said with a polite smile and wave. A chorus of “good nights” followed her as she similarly followed Gale upstairs.

“Tara sweetie, you can sleep in Y/N’s bed,” Ma said before looking at you. “I made you a pallet on your floor.”

“Thanks, Ma,” you said, leaning in to leave a kiss on her cheek. “Good night, you two.” You leaned over to give Pop a kiss on the cheek as well.

“Good night,” Tara said with her own small wave.

You placed your hand on Tara’s lower back as you gently pushed her in front of you up the stairs. Unfortunately for you, your room was right beside the two guest rooms that everyone else was staying in. Not that you necessarily had anything planned, but even if you did, you wouldn’t dare risk Sam or Gale hearing you.

Sometimes life was rather cruel.

“She left you some pyjamas on the bed,” you said once you showed Tara into your room. “Bathroom is down the hall, we’ve got spare toothbrushes in the top left drawer.”

“Thanks,” Tara said softly.

You watched as she grabbed the pyjamas and promptly exited the room, leaving you alone for the first time since your shower. And now that you were alone, you could feel all the wear and tear of the past two days weighing heavy on you. Anika was still in the hospital. Was she even alive? Surely she was, someone would have let you know, right? Or they at least would have let Sam or Tara know.

And what about Quinn? She would be safe at the police station, you knew that much. They didn’t care for anyone else in the city, but they did care for their own. There was no way in hell they would let anything happen to a Detective’s daughter, especially when that daughter was Quinn. No, Quinn was safe.

Chad and Mindy were safe at the hospital with Anika. There was no doubt about it. Your family had people up there, and Pop had already said he told them to stay close and keep their eyes out. They would die before they let anything happen to those three, so they were actually safer than any of you.

When Tara came back into the room, looking mighty adorable in the oversized t-shirt and sleep pants, you gave her a smile and made your own way to the bathroom. You needed to get out of those clothes pronto before you lost your goddamn mind. The clothes were comfortable, but you were starting to feel constricted.

You left your toothbrush hanging out of the side of your mouth as you unbuttoned the shirt. Each inch lower revealed still-forming bruises and the few bouts of stitches. With a grimace, you finally let the shirt fall to the floor. You didn’t mind scars, really you didn’t, but you hadn’t wanted to get them this way.

Maybe that’s how Tara feels too, you thought with a frown as you finished brushing your teeth and cleaning up. You hadn’t entirely planned for it, but you had known it was a possibility. But Tara? She hadn’t had any idea. And it had all been done by her girlfriend’s hand. What kind of havoc did that wreak on a person’s mind?

You were still thinking about Tara and Amber when you walked back into your room. Tara was already on the bed, her back to you. The door closed with a soft *click* and you turned the light off before plodding over to the pallet. There was an art to pallet making, and your family had perfected it. But as you laid down on the floor and tried to pull the blanket up to your chin, your injuries started to throb and sting.

It wasn’t going to be the floor that kept you awake all night.

There was no way you could lay on your right side, you had that cut on your hip and your right ear was missing a piece. But you couldn’t lay on your left side either because you had that cut on your bicep. Maybe if you tried to lay on your front- nope, not that either. If you had to sleep sitting up, so help you god, you were going to snap-

-something shuffled on your bed, and you quickly stilled yourself. Shit, you hadn’t meant to wake Tara. You were practically holding your breath as the shuffling continued, but then you heard the creak of the bed and someone walking across the room. It was dark, but you didn’t have to use anything more than common sense to know it was Tara who was lifting your blanket and crawling into the pallet with you.

“Not a word,” she said softly as she carefully wrapped an arm around your waist and rested her head on your shoulder.

It hurt. You would rather die than tell her that. Instead, you just pulled her closer and tried not to shift when her fingers rubbed the skin on your hip. It was obsessive, incessant, and it was almost becoming uncomfortable. But you weren’t going to tell her to stop, not when something was clearly on her mind.

“I’m sorry you got dragged into all of this,” Tara said softly.

“I’ve been dragged into worse situations,” you said flippantly. “And never by a pretty girl.”

“Don’t get yourself killed,” she said, almost as if she hadn’t heard what you had just said.

“I don’t plan on it, sweetheart,” you chuckled.

Her hand left your hip and you felt her grab your chin and turn your head. You couldn’t really see her, not properly at least, but you knew she was looking at you. Studying you for something; you wouldn’t pretend to know what. It strained your neck, but you kept your mouth shut.

You felt her pull your face down until her lips were on yours. Soft but firm. It wasn’t a kiss that was going to lead anywhere, she wasn’t trying to move any further. But judging by the way her bottom lip quivered, you knew it was important. You held her tighter to you until she pulled back and let go of your jaw, resting her head back on your shoulder.

“That didn’t mean anything,” Tara said softly.

“I know,” you said with a nod of your head that no one could see.

You both knew she was lying; you still fell asleep easily.

[touchtheinvisiblestars]

Imagine Spencer when you disappear while on a case

"Where's y/n?" Hotch questioned when JJ arrived back without you. The rest of the team looked up intrigued.

"She stayed behind to check some more information, she shouldn't be far behind me." JJ explained.

"Are you sure? This unsub won't appreciate finding someone there." Spencer asked, shooting a concerned look at her.

"There were three officers on site as well, she wasn't alone."

Still unsure, he sent you a text asking if you were alright.

Half an hour passed, then an hour. Before long it had been two hours since she'd left you to return to their base. Spencer checked his phone for what seemed like the thousandth time, still no reply. You hadn't even seen the message.

"JJ, y/n isn't back yet. Have you heard from her?" He asked, looking up from his phone.

"She's still not back?"

Shaking his head, he couldn't push away the worrying feeling that something had happened to you.

Reaching for her phone, JJ called Penelope.

"Hit me, what do you need?"

"Garcia, have you heard from y/n? She's not come back yet and we're a little concerned." JJ asked, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Hey, I've had a thought wou-"

Garcias voice cut him off, "I can't get a hold of her either. She isn't answering her phone. But it is ringing." There was a brief pause, "and the officers returned shortly after you did."

"Oh no." JJ looked over at Spencer, a panicked look in her eyes.

"Its been two hours, thirteen minutes and fourth five seconds and counting. We need to go look for her." Spencer stated, standing up from his seat and raising an eyebrow to JJ.

"I should never have left her." JJ muttered, following Spencer out.

"It's not your fault. We all know the risks, but something must have happened. She wouldn't leave us worried." He spoke, already turning to walk back out of the room.

The pair geared up and let Hotch know where they were going, speeding towards the suspects house.

As JJ drove, Spencer's leg bounced nervously, he tried calling her multiple times. Each with the same, six rings and then her answerphone clip.

"I'm sorry Spence, I shouldn't have left her."

"It's alright, those officers shouldn't have left without her. We need to talk to them when we get back."

"She's probably fine. She has to be." JJ breathed, trying to reassure herself more than anything.

Spencer's phone began to ring, putting it on loudspeaker, "Rossi, hey, we've gone to look for y/n. She never came back from the suspects house."

Hearing a sigh over the other end, "kid you should have told us, we're following you. We'll be about ten minutes behind." Morgan spoke, hearing the sound of velcro in the background of the call.

"I know. But we both panicked. JJ and I will be in contact."

The call ended and JJ pulled the car into the secluded driveway of the house. Spotting the car you used, they both peered forward to see that the lights were on and the drivers door open.

"JJ, stop the car." Spencer demanded, flinging off the seatbelt and reaching for the door, "I see her, she's on the floor."

"What? Where?" JJ slammed on the breaks and went to follow him, scanning the perimeter as she did.

Spencer sprinted over to you, skidding on the gravel to a stop. Having seen your arm sticking out from behind the car.

"Hey. Y/n," he called, finding a deep gash on your head, "JJ call an ambulance."

"Is- is she breathing?"

Hesitating to answer as he checked, he sighed out in relief when he felt a steady breath on the back of his hand. "Yeah, her pulse is slow though."

JJ called 911 and began describing the situation to them. Gun still drawn just in case.

Spencer checked you over for any other injuries, but could only see the cut on your head and quite a few scrapes and developing bruised on your arms and face. Turning you onto your back. He winced at the amount of blood that had seeped down the side of your temple and onto the floor. And was continuing to flow out. Taking off his scarf, he pressed it against the wound.

You barely stirred, only a slightly heavier exhale of air as he'd moved you. Which only made him feel more sick. Resting your head on his lap, he took note of the red marks on your neck, a signature of the killer they were after. He found himself wondering how you managed to get off relatively lightly. His mind reminding him that you didn't fit the profile of the victims he went after.

"Y/n, hey, can you hear me? It's Spencer, JJ and I are here. You're safe. Can you squeeze my hand if you can hear me?" He asked. Taking your hand in his, he squeezed your hand first to let you know he was there.

A few seconds passed and you faintly curled your hand around his, "Okay good, can you open your eyes for me, come on- please."

You frowned slightly but still kept your eyes closed. Hearing footsteps approach, Spencer looked up to see JJ approaching.

"Spence, they're 5 minutes away. Hotch called them before they left. They've caught the unsub too, some shop workers did a citizens arrest on him when he went into a gas station with blood on him. He had her gun too. Has she woken up?"

"No, she's responsive though, she squeezed my hand just now. She's in shock."

"He did quite a number on her." JJ added, kneeling down next to him. "She hasn't got any other wounds does she?"

"Not that I can see, she may have some internal damage, but the only open wound is this one." He motioned to the compress in his hands.

"Can you grab my jacket off me, I don't want to take the pressure off this cut. It's still bleeding really bad." He asked, letting go of the scarf with one hand to offer his arm to JJ. Reacting quickly she tugged the coat off, and waited as he swapped the pressure over to release his other arm.

Laying the coat over you, JJ seemed to pause for a moment. Watching how Spencer was curling the coat around your sides to keep you warm.

The faint sound of sirens began to get louder and louder. Soon after the flickering lights of the emergency service vehicles came into view, and before long there was a commotion of chatter. The first being two paramedics, who rushed to your side and began to ask Spencer a hundred different questions.

Carefully moving your head from his lap, he reluctantly passed you over. Standing next to JJ, he looked down at her to see a rabbit in headlights kind of look on her face.

"JJ, it wasn't your fault."

"Yes it wa-"

"Reid!" Morgans voice cut her off, as he came over from the second car that had arrived, "what happened, is y/n okay?"

"She has a head wound, lots of bruising and cuts. But I don't know. I hope so." He said dejectedly, watching as JJ excused herself.

"She put up a hell of a fight. You should see the unsub."

"Don't." He almost barked, feeling a wave of anger roll through him. "I'm going to go with her, I don't want to be responsible for what I do if I see him." Spencer took a step back towards you.

"Okay," Morgan caught his arm, "hey, are you good?"

"I will be if she is." He nodded towards you, where the medical team had just put you on a stretcher. "Will you keep an eye on JJ, she's blaming herself. We know what she's like."

"Yeah of course." Morgan placed a hand on his shoulder, "it's not your fault either okay? Now go on."

Spencer nodded and turned to follow you into the back of the waiting ambulance.

[cressidagrey]

Glorious Sunrise - Chapter 10

Summary:

So what happens after the mating bond snaps?

Well-meaning interfering family members, deep conversations and nights spent brooding on the roof like some kind of gargoyle…this one has it all.

Warnings:

Definitely NSFW

(thanks to @cafekitsune for the super pretty dividers!)

It was beautiful. Roomy, but not massive. And it felt like home. Somehow, that house felt like home, even when the furniture was nothing that Galena herself would have picked out…even when she had never been there. 

Somehow it still felt like home. 

Somehow it was…

“Did you use to have a room here?” she asked as Azriel led her through an enormous kitchen, showing her the back garden…maybe there would even be enough space for a greenhouse…she would need to think on that for a little while. Wonder what would be the most practical for her, to keep the plants that needed her attention the most in her Aunt’s garden or take them with her when she moved with Azriel…

“I did,” he agreed. “Do you want to see it? I need to warn you though, it’s not terribly interesting,” he told her. Still she grinned, holding onto his hand just a little bit tighter, feeling her ring, (Her Ring. She had a ring! She had a ring given to her by Azriel, by her mate. To say that she was a giddy mess was an understatement.), press against her hand and she nodded. 

He let her up the staircase, wide enough that even she wouldn’t have any problems navigating it…carpeted as well, which made everything easier as far as she was concerned…and then it was down a hall and through one of the identical wooden doors. 

He had been right. Nothing in that space screamed Azriel…seemingly no private things that he had left behind…there was a landscape painting on one wall that was quite pretty, and a massive bed, much bigger than hers, that probably made it much easier for him with his wings…

His wings…

They were resting against his back now, easily folded in and she bit her lips when she remembered Cassian’s words…about Azriel ripping off his head if Galena started to fondle his wings. She hadn’t yet dared to bring it up, not when Azriel seemed fiercely protective about them. 

“What are you thinking?” he asked and she shook herself out of her thoughts

“About the room?” she asked, lightly. Or at least she tried to make it sound light. It probably wasn’t. She probably failed horribly about that. It was…

Well. 

“You weren’t thinking about the room at all, were you?” Azriel teased her, as he stepped closer and she just shrugged, not hesitating for a moment to throw her arms around his neck…she needed him to keep her balance, sue her. He made it easier for her as he ducked down because otherwise, she would have trouble even reaching that far up, to be completely honest. 

“What were you thinking, Lena?” he asked her softly and she buried her face against his chest, breathing in cedar and mist, and safety and love and everything she had ever wanted and never thought that she would actually get it.“Tell me.”

“I was thinking…” she started and he hummed his agreement. “That we are alone…and we don’t need to worry about any silencing runes…” she said softly. Not the whole truth. Not a complete lie either. 

“Oh, so you have plans,” Azriel said and she grinned. “What do you have in mind?” he asked her, sounding curious. 

In answer, she pulled him down to kiss her. Two steps back and the backs of her legs hit the mattress. Before she could even try to scale it with absolutely no elegance, his hands were on her waist and he lifted her like she weighed nothing. 

She supposed to him, she did. 

“I am jealous,” she told him breathlessly, making him laugh as she kicked off her shoes and then pulled him to join her, hands fisting in the leathers he wore. Her mouth opened on its own accord, her heart beating in her chest as he kissed her properly.  

“I love this,” she whispered as he pulled back and smiled, the sight so beautiful that she nearly couldn’t...couldn’t stand it.

“I love this too,” he replied and she kissed him again, unbuckling the buckles that kept the leather closed around his body, and he moved to help her, pulling it over, bearing acres of tattoos and olive skin to her gaze. 

Every ripple, every spiderweb of scars…he was so gorgeous. 

“Lena,” he growled as she pressed an openmouthed kiss right there over one of these tattoos and she smiled against his skin, her tongue darting out to catch the taste of him, of skin and salt and…

“I want you,” she said, pulling back to meet his eyes.

And she did. 

The decision was made in her mind just as she said the words. And it was so easy to say it. Because she was here with Azriel and as long as Azriel was there, she was safe. 

If she could trust nothing in her life, she knew that she could trust him. 

He cupped her cheek, somehow understanding what she meant even if she didn’t spell it out. 

Met her gaze with his. 

“Are you sure?” he asked her gently. 

“I am,” she promised. “I am sure.”

“We haven’t…we haven’t talked about that. About how you want this…what you want…” Azriel, Azriel who never stuttered…he did it now. 

“I want you,” she repeated calmly. 

“That’s not an answer, Lena,” he told her drily and she grinned at him. 

“Anything you have ever done to me…I loved it all. Why should this be any different?” she asked him. 

It was the most natural thing in the world. Why should it…why should she be scared? If Azriel was there she knew she could trust him as surely as he had ever trusted anybody. There was just one…worry.  “Though…maybe we’ll need to see if…what position works best. You aren’t particularly…small,” she told him, biting her lip. 

He caught it with his thumb, rubbing the pad across her lip, looking at her with dark, heady eyes. 

“We’ll make it fit,” he promised her, his voice silken.

Somehow she didn’t doubt that for a minute. 

And then he caught her mouth again with his, and she moaned in his mouth, the arousal hanging cloyingly in the air surrounding them. 

She should probably consider herself lucky that he didn’t outright shred any of the clothing she wore, though it was a near thing, especially with the thin silk of her underwear, that he pulled from her body, nearly reverently. 

And she clung to him, pulling off his clothing as well, finally getting him naked and bare before him as he crawled to join her on the bed, one massive wing stretching out to pull her closer to him. 

with a husky hand, she reached out hesitantly… giving him enough time to pull away from her touch if he couldn’t stand it for some reason…

But he didn’t. 

And so she trailed a hand hesitantly over the dark expanse of them, feeling the wing shudder and twitch against her fingertips…so dark and threatening and also so very much safe…because this was Azriel. It belonged to Azriel just as surely as the scars covering his hands did…

Like her scars belonged to her. 

She watched his throat bob as she kept up her soft, hesitant caresses, listened to the broken moans that escaped him…and then he caught her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. 

“This is going to be over before we even start if you continue this.”

She just grinned unrepentantly at him, not sorry in the slightest. 

Galena wasn’t quite sure what to expect…maybe she had thought that if she gave Azriel the agreement to go further, that was going to be the only thing he would suddenly be interested in. Maybe that had been a worry somewhere in her brain, regardless of how ridiculous it was…

But for the start… for the start of it was no different than any other time…as he did everything in his power to please her. And every thought flew through her brain as she was reduced to a moaning and writhing mess. 

Still, he was gentle with her, touching her nearly reverently, even when just the simple touch of his mouth was seemingly setting her on fire, her hands curling into his hair and holding on as she gasped, her fingers clenched so tightly that her hands were tingling from lack of circulation.

Even if she had tried to talk, she would have failed, the only thing pouring out of her mouth being moans and gasps, even as he pressed a finger inside her…then two. 

Even just that already felt like he was impaling her, felt too much, a near burning sensation…and she fell over that cliff with a shriek. 

Azriel let off her with a soft laugh, the vibrations making her shudder, as she tried and failed to catch her breathe. She was never going to get used to that, was she? She didn’t want to if she was being honest. 

Not when it meant that she would feel this pleasure again. 

Azriel slipped to lay beside her, folding her into his arms, her back to his chest and she relaxed into that, letting the strong warmth of him soothe her trembling heart. 

“Alright?” he asked her softly, checking in, and she hummed her agreement, grounding back against him, gasping when she felt the hard line of him…the rock-hard arousal of him press against her body. 

He growled in warning maybe, which just made her do it again, gasping. 

“Tell me how you want me,” Azriel whispered in her ear and she shivered. 

“I read that you spooning me would make it easier for my body to adapt,” she said, biting her lip. She had read that. There had been more options, but she felt like this…this was something she could…This was something she wanted. Him surrounding her, making her feel safe…

She could just close her eyes and lean back into him and forget anything but Azriel. That would be…

“You did your research,” he teased her slightly, just as one strong hand caught her knee and she gasped quietly as he led it back over his own leg, opening her up to his touch. 

She hadn’t thought this through, she realised. The arm of the side he laid on slipped underneath her, and then went straight to comfortably hold her and also tweak her nipples gently…the other hand had free range to spread her open, his thumb ghosting over that bundle of nerves that made her shiver….

Galena was opened up and completely at his mercy. 

And she loved every second of it. 

She craned her head and he pressed a kiss to her lips, gently pressing closer to her back…holding her gently…

“Good, Lena?” he asked her once again and she nodded, her nerves suddenly started to catch up with her…just as his cock pressed against her and then it was all forgotten. 

He rubbed his cock through her wetness a few times, obviously waiting for her to relax, for her body to give in to him. 

“Just relax, Lena,” he coaxed her softly. “You’ll take this so well…” She shouldn’t like this as much as she did…the idea that she took him so well..that she….that she took him so perfectly. 

“I’ll take it slow,” he continued softly, his cock notching at her entrance and she shuddered as she felt the whole breadth of him there. He was going to split her in two. She just knew it. 

“Take a deep breath for me,” he continued, and she did just that…and the moment she shakily started to exhale…there he was. He pressed inside her slow, like dripping honey, one finger gently circling that bundle of nerves, doing his best to keep her as aroused as possible, as relaxed even when Galena…

Her whole body seemingly shook at the intrusion. 

She didn’t know what to expect, because she had never done it before. Books had spoked of a sharp searing pain…but only for a moment….

But Azriel…Azriel felt like he was cleaving in two…and she loved it. 

He was so massive…her body needed to make room for him, her walls clinging to him, rippling with tension, seemingly trying and utterly failing to push him back out. 

It felt like she couldn’t breathe, like he was making it impossible for her like there was no more room for air anywhere inside her…a harsh gasp escaped her. She whimpered as he pressed deeper, her back arching…too much, too…

He immediately retreated. Adjusted the angle…and pressed even deeper inside her. 

No more pain. Just a sense of opening as more and more of him pressed inside her until suddenly he hit a place inside her that made her gasp. 

Oh.

“There you are, Lena. Taking me so well,” he cooed and she gasped as his hand travelled from her breast down over her belly…and then he pressed down just slightly…she shuddered, blinking down where she could see him resting within her. 

Oh. 

She was so slight that that was easily able to be seen, her so stuffed full with him that…

The arousal that shot through her, made her clench down against him, making Azriel groan and hiss, and then settle in for a slow, grinding push and pull…

She couldn’t stop the moans from falling from her mouth, she just could utterly and completely surrender to him. 

She let him push himself inside her again and again, her whole body readying itself toward a release and she just held on…let him work her body over because he knew exactly what she liked, every touch, and she shuddered with it. 

It didn't hold long. Not long before she could just whimper and then felt her body contract around him, her body milking his intrusion and she gasped at that feeling. 

“I have you,” he promised softly. “I have you, Lena,” he promised her. 

And that was all she needed. She let herself fall, trusting Azriel to catch her as she came around him, her body clenching around his. 

That was all he needed as well, as he swelled inside her, molten heat filling her, and she shuddered in his arms as he groaned, dropping his forehead to her neck, his hands on her body tightening.  

It was so difficult to even think straight as she could feel him grow soft inside her, as she leaned back against him, both their breaths coming in gasps. 

Only then, only then she felt a few tendrils of shadows shifting over her body and she smiled, not bothering to open her eyes, feeling perfectly safe and content for the moment. 

Still, she should have known that his shadows weren’t just there to keep her company.  She couldn’t help but laugh at what they unceremoniously dropped into her hand. 

“What?” Azriel asked her, curiously, but she ignored him. 

“Thank you. You are very helpful,” she told the shadows, a grin covering her face. They disappeared again. Their job clearly done. 

And then Galena twisted around and lifted the chocolate the shadows had just given her to Azriel’s lips. 

“Eat,” she whispered. 

And he did.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Oh My, Good Lord

Day #25 - Gareth | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Gareth/Di (OC), Background Steddie | Tags: Future Fic, Retired Corroded Coffin, TikTok Trends, Who Can You Traumatize If Not Your Friends?

Gareth watches the analytics tick upwards and he's getting concerned. It was meant to be a joke. Now, it's breaking containment. 

Nobody has ID'd him yet, not as far as he knows, but there are lots of comments that mention that he looks familiar. So, it's coming. His tattoos are on full display, so he might as well be showing the world his fingerprints.

They're gonna figure it out. 

And as soon as that happens, it's gonna get picked up by TMZ and then Eddie's gonna know and never shut the fuck up about it.

He should delete it. 

Quit while he's ahead. 

But, Di likes it. Says he looks good, and that she wants to show off her sexy husband. She's the one that put it to that popular sound clip and uploaded it to an account unattached to either of them. Just for fun, and it was fun, at first. Now it's threatening to really go viral and there'll be no escaping identification if that happens.

So, he's standing by. Hoping it'll have its brief moment in the algorithm and then fizzle out.

It's not like it's that racy. He's showing less than he showed every night for decades onstage. But he still feels exposed. The before, the kind of dorky kid that was in Hellfire Club, that's how he feels inside. Not whoever that slicked-back hair guy is.

Gareth's phone buzzes on his desk, and he picks it up, and it's a text from Eddie:

Got something to tell me, kid?

Gareth isn't sure what he's talking about, but then a photo is attached and yep. There it is. A screenshot of his viral video.

This you?

Well, shit.

He hovers in the text box, and he knows Eddie can see that he's dithering. Before he can make a decision, his phone is ringing. He'd just as well face the music now, there'll be no avoiding it. Not when it comes to Eddie.

He's never gonna live this down. No way in hell.

"Shut up," Gareth says by way of greeting, and Eddie just laughs, and laughs, and laughs.

"Kid," he finally says, "does Di know you did this?"

"Di filmed it and uploaded it. Yeah, she knows. I was an innocent bystander."

Eddie laughs, "Just wait until Goodie finds out."

Gareth grabs a fistful of his own hair and tugs. Goodie won't ever let it go. Gareth may have to move to another continent to escape him. Eddie will make fun, but it won't be anything on what Goodie'll unleash.

"Do not tell him, Eddie. I swear to god. How'd you even find it in the first place?"

"Steve. It showed up on his for you page, and he yelped like he'd been struck by lightning."

"Do I at least look good?" Gareth asks.

"Uh, well, I had to tell Steve to either mute his phone, put on headphones or, you know, just stop watching it on a loop. One or the other. The music was driving me crazy."

Gareth laughs. He's under no illusions that Steve Harrington actually thinks he's attractive, that's absurd, but there was something mesmerizing about it. That seamless quick cut from one version of him to the other. The stats show that people are looping it, for sure. How, even to himself, it was crazy to watch how he changed how he looked. Like he might not have been the same person at all.

He was, though. Yeah, Di made him up to be extra dorky for the before, but she also did some magic on the after, both in real life and with some sort of filter on top. But both worked together to make him look pretty damn different than he does on a daily basis. He falls somewhere in between the two. Not that goofy, but not that attractive, either.

But, he can almost look like that. It's been a funhouse mirror of a weird thing to realize. 

And now Eddie knows. 

Fuck.

He finds Di in the kitchen, folding towels. 

"Eddie knows."

She looks up, meeting his eyes.

"Eddie knows what?" Di asks, folding another towel and putting it on top of the large stack on the kitchen island as she grabs the next one.

"About the tiktok," he says, and she laughs. Fucking cackles, and he smiles, because if she's that delighted there's no way he can't be, too.

"How'd he find it?" she asks.

"Steve," Gareth answers, "because the universe hates me."

"The universe wouldn't have given you that face if it hated you," she says, leaning forward and squeezing both of his cheeks between her fingers. 

He's old. A dad. Of adults. 

He was in a band, and they retired. That's how old he is. That his band stopped because they were so old they didn't want to be on the road anymore. 

Now he's a tiktok thot. 

The front door opens and slams closed, and Gareth looks up, expecting Eddie. It's not Eddie. He wishes it were Eddie.

Goodie's got his phone up, that seven-second clip of music playing on a loop.

Gareth hangs his head, "How'd you find out?"

"The kids called. Wanted to know when Uncle Gare got hot," Goodie says, "I'm traumatized. Is this a midlife crisis?"

"If it is, it's Di's," Gareth says.

"She did this?!" Goodie hollers, "She's the one that unleashed this evil onto the world?"

"Yep. Keep playing that, you're making me money." 

Goodie pauses, then slumps down onto the couch, the music abruptly cutting off, "Well. If it was Di."

"Oh, when she does it, it's fine? But if I'd done it, that'd be gross?"

"Of course. She did it, and that's funny. If you'd did it, it'd just be sad."

Gareth ignores him. Then has a thought.

"So, Uncle Gare is hot, huh?" Gareth asks, unable to resist poking Goodie just one more time.

"Stop. I beg of you. Those are my children and they both need to find Jesus for saying such things."

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Notes: Based off this tiktok. It just felt very Gareth-coded to me, and, well, here we are. The fake tiktok video screen in the header is made from a picture from Gwydion's insta where he dressed up like Gareth.

[ikamigami]

Noooooooooooo

Sun is back to normal damn it QwQ

But it was to be expected..

Especially when Moon took care of him..

How Sun could still continue to be such a bother, right?

Bxbxbbxbxbbxbxbxbxb

Sun, honey, I know that you have a strong will and you can withstand all sorts of trauma but I don't think that's the best idea to just get straight back to work when you couldn't even speak or walk or do anything for quite awhile solely because Moon took care of you for a bit 😭

Idk how to feel about it..

It bummed me out QwQ

Nxbxbnxnxnnxnxnxnxbbxbx

I think that Sun isn't okay.. cause he seems to be careful about the portal in a way "I messed up once already and Moon was angry so I can't do that again"..

Cause something about Sun trying to make Sonic and Shadow to leave immediately and keeping an eye on them and trying to fix the problem all on his own while repeating that he knows what to do in a really "I should know - I'm so stupid that I don't know" way and also saying that Moon is the smart one indeed and that Sun has to clean up Moon's work place.. hmm.. something about it..

It came off as if Sun really didn't want to be a burden to Moon any longer and he seems to be trying to appease to Moon once again..

Though maybe I'm completely wrong and Sun much longer break and Moon was taking care of Sun this whole time and was the nicest brother ever..

But idk..

Cause Sun mentioned that Moon is doing something in a lab or whatever and it seems that he doesn't know what it is..

Which rings more bells in my head..

Cause like why it almost feel like a deja vu?

Like it feels like it happened before?

Why Sun seems to act like he used to before Moon's reset?

Or maybe I'm just imagining things and it's just me 😅

Xhnxnxnnxnxnxnnxbxb

But still.. this was so unexpected..

Because it was Sun meeting someone coming from portal and not like a family thing when he'd talk with Earth at the Daycare that he's feeling better and he can get back to work..

It just feels so out of place..

Unless..

Sun is hallucinating..

Or it's his dream though usually at the end of episode we know that it's a dream..

Or Sun is regressing and he's really trying to appease to Moon like he used to do before..

Or he's actually fine and it's just huge timeskip or something compared to laes where just in yesterday's episode Earth wanted to talk with Moon and Lunar about how they poorly treat Sun and her etc

Ndndnfnfnfnfnncnnfnffnc

But I have a bad feeling about this..

What if it's aftermath of Earth talk with Moon and Lunar?

What if Sun was also there or overheard the convo and he doesn't really want to be a burden to his family?

I just feel like today's episode happened completely out of nowhere.. like whole context is missing..

And about today's laes episode..

Lunar Lunar Lunar.. what have you done? Do you want to follow in Nexus' footsteps?

You can't trust Rez.. and it's all because you hate Eclipse.. great just great..

I know that Astrals weren't the best in this whole you need to move on thing.. but you can't betray everything Lunar solely because of this one thing..

Like it's exactly what happened with Nexus..

Nexus betrayed his family and everything he cared about solely because he couldn't do what he wanted - because it really boils down to this actually.. cause like Eclipse so many damn times tried to say that he has better way to bring Solar back and others were telling him that killing Bloodmoon to bring Solar back is awful idea.. but no cause he "others are so mean and they don't allow me to do what I want. It doesn't matter it's bad. They should allow me to do it"

That's how Nexus really sounded QwQ

Minus the stuff with Sun.. that his concerns about Sun's mental state were completely dismissed.. but he never even admited even to himself that this is why he lost it.. vzvzvzvz

Overall things don't look good with Lunar making a deal with Rez..

And stuff with Sun are just odd.. it's just weird..

[yuesya]

The low murmur of conversation in the background is a constant hum, the hustle and bustle of passerby a familiar sight in the lively streets during nighttime. This isn’t his first time in Sendai, although this would be the first time that–

“Suguru!”

“Finally done, Shiki?” Geto Suguru looks up from where he’s typing bullet notes for his mission report on his phone; he’ll properly write things out and submit it later once he has time. “Have you decided where you want to eat for–”

He pauses, cutting himself off in the middle of his own words. Blue eyes blink guilelessly at him in apparent confusion… but Suguru knows better than to buy that act.

He raises an eyebrow. “… Is there anything that you’d like to fill me in on, Satoru?”

Satoru –and there’s no mistaking that this is Satoru, despite the hair extensions and vaguely feminine manner of dress– pouts. “Aww, how’d you guess? I didn’t even say anything yet!”

Suguru rolls his eyes, and a surge of something that’s a mixture between fond and exasperated rises inside his chest. He can’t really explain it –outwardly, there’s not much in terms of appearance that clearly indicates when it’s Satoru and when it’s Shiki in charge of the body. Yaga-gakucho and Shoko have both been fooled by the twins like this when they’re in the mood for mischief, multiple times over the years. But somehow, he’s never had the same problem. He just… knows.

(There’s something deep in his soul that always, always recognizes who the one currently smiling and laughing beside him is. Always.)

“The bag of kikufuku hanging over your wrist,” is what Suguru responds instead, even though all three of them know that it’s a blatant lie. Neither of the twins are about to call him out on it, though, and Suguru doesn’t know whether to be happy or disappointed by the knowledge. He forcibly shoves the stray thought aside. “I don’t think Shiki would’ve given that a second glance.”

“That’s because she has no taste,” Satoru sniffs.

“No, it’s because you just have a sweet tooth,” Suguru deadpans, to which the other young man petulantly sticks out his tongue at him, before both of them laugh. “… Did you really switch out with each other just for the kikufuku?”

“Hey, kikufuku is great! I’ve been wanting to get another one of these ever since the last time I had a mission around Sendai,” Satoru shakes the bag in his hand for emphasis. “But no, it’s not just the kikufuku. It’s… well. Shiki and I played rock-paper-scissors with each other and I lost because she’s a cheater, so now I’m the one who gets to talk to you about this! Lucky me, I guess. It’s…”

… He’s rambling. Satoru is brilliant, and he has the tendency to go on tangents when explaining things –another reason why he’s not the teacher for first year students– but this doesn’t quite seem like that. If anything, Suguru would say that Satoru almost looks nervous, which can’t be right. There’s what looks to be a faint flush on his cheeks, too, but that might just be a trick of the nighttime lighting and nearby street lights.

He frowns in concern, leaning forward. “Satoru, is something wrong?”

“No! Nope, there’s nothing wrong.” Satoru takes in a deep breath. “I… there’s something we need to tell you. Suguru, we–”

At that precise moment, Suguru’s phone starts ringing.

“… Are you kidding me? Isn’t this the sort of thing that only happens in TV dramas?”

“Hang on,” Suguru says apologetically, and picks up the call. Normally, he would immediately just mute his phone and listen to whatever it was that Satoru had to say, especially since it seemed important, but this was also important. This was Suguru’s ringtone for Megumi, and Megumi was off on his first wholly unsupervised mission (“It’s just checking up on some seals! Go finish your own mission and get dinner with that white-haired idiot afterwards or something!”). In all likelihood, the boy had probably just finished his assignment and needed Suguru to go pick him up, so–

“Hello? Megumi?” Suguru raises his cell phone to his ear.

“—sensei… sawa… high school. There’s… students … --ade one–!”

Megumi’s words are garbled by static and deafening sounds of something crashing in the background, distorting his voice. But there was no hiding the panic, the plea for help, and if Suguru wasn’t mistaken–

“I need to go.” Suguru looks up into a pair of cursed blue eyes focused intently on him, and finds nothing but understanding; Megumi is as much Satoru’s and Shiki’s as he is Suguru’s own, and knowing them the two had probably deciphered more from that jumbled message than Suguru did. “Megumi is in trouble.”

Satoru nods, and holds out his hand. “Dinner can wait. I heard him mention Sugisawa Municipal High School; want a lift?”

“Please.”

Suguru reaches out and grips his hand, and the two of them immediately make for a deserted alleyway, one that’s out of eyesight. The instant Suguru follows Satoru into the shadows, his friend’s hold on him tightens, and the world around them disappears in the blink of an eye.

[zaebeecee]

Drowning in Stardust

🦌 RadioDustTober: Short Story Edition 🕷️

Day 08: That Tickles!

Canon-compliant (queerplatonic/romantic)

CWs: Tickling?

Alastor and his shadow are one and the same, or so the Radio Demon claims. Angel Dust wants to see how true that is.

Word count: 1005

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Alastor’s shadow was widely known, throughout the Pride Ring, to be something of a creepy fuck. Frequently seen alongside its master, the shadow most always wore a grin even more sinister than Alastor’s own and had a level of independence that meant it could wander on its own. It was both a means of surveillance and a threat that the Radio Demon might be anywhere at any given moment, and while it wasn’t exactly typical to see it around Pentagram City, the people who lived there knew its shape and, more immediately, knew to be wary of it.

When Angel Dust and Alastor had first begun growing closer as friends than as simple casual acquaintances who saw each other around the hotel sometimes, Angel had asked about his shadow. Alastor hadn’t been shy at all, telling him that they were technically one entity, if capable of occupying two completely different spaces at a time. “I may not always be directing its actions, but it obeys me. I can see through its eyes; I can hear through its ears; I can summon it to my side at any moment, and if I choose, I can move through it like any other shadow.”

For the first several months, Angel thought of the shadow as a threatening omen that warned the Radio Demon might be watching him. Soon after that conversation, however, Angel started noticing certain oddities where the shadow was concerned. It, like Alastor, was infinitely curious about the world and seemed to get inordinately excited if it was addressed in a positive manner. Once Angel started greeting it in passing like he would any other member of the hotel, it went from confused to intrigued to simply following him around if it didn’t have anything more important to be doing.

Alastor was the one who made the mistake of mentioning this new development to Angel one evening. It got Angel thinking: if Alastor and his shadow were connected through sight and hearing, what other senses might they share?

Pretty early on in his befriending of Alastor’s shadow, Angel had discovered that he could touch it, kind of; it seemed to exist in a space where all shadows were tangible things, and if Angel’s own shadow made contact with it, it was as though it could feel his touch through that.

In Angel’s defense, he hadn’t thought it would actually be that bad when he finally decided to conduct his experiment. (He later stated, when pressed, that it was Alastor’s fault for never giving him an opportunity earlier.) he had a very specific plan in mind, and that plan required Alastor’s shadow to be somewhere it rarely was: namely, attached to Alastor himself. His first opportunity just happened to come in the hotel lobby, while Alastor was going over business matters with Charlie. Angel didn’t have any interest in their conversation—the details of the day-to-day business of a struggling redemption hotel was far from engaging to him—but that wasn’t why he stayed in the lobby. No, he stayed because Alastor’s shadow was cast up on the wall, looking bored, the blackness at its base running across the floor and attaching to Alastor’s feet.

“Could we reschedule for Monday?” Charlie was asking as Angel waved to the shadow. It perked up, smile spreading and curling at the corner, and raised its own hand to wiggle long, spindly fingers at him.

“No, my dear, you already have quite the full schedule for Monday,” Alastor answered. Angel moved closer and raised his hand, crooking his finger a couple of times to beckon the shadow closer.

“I do?” Charlie asked, put out. “Okay, what about— oh, no, it has to be before Tuesday…” The shadow looked towards Alastor, seemed to determine it wasn’t needed, and swooped along the wall to hover near where Angel stood.

“Friday will be your best opportunity,” Alastor said. Angel raised his hand and watched as his own shadow did the same, fingers extending to trail over the shadow’s pointed ear, making its grin widen and its entire body shiver. “But if you’re that reluctant, I could BE—!!!!” Alastor’s voice pitched up into a squeal, and Angel snapped his head around just in time to see the Radio Demon suddenly slam both of his hands down over his ears, his eyes wide and his grin strained as he looked around sharply.

Charlie’s own eyes were wide, her hair poofed out a bit like a startled cat. “What the fuck, Alastor?!”

Alastor didn’t answer. His eyes briefly landed on Angel, but they were twenty feet apart, so he appeared to decide the spider was innocent and kept looking around. “Did you see something… touch me?” he asked, his voice deeply layered with radio static and suspicion.

“…no…?” Charlie’s expression morphed to one of concern as Angel reached out again, fingers extending for the shadow’s side this time. “Alastor, are you feeling okay?”

“Yes, of course, I’m FINE FUCK!!” It was hard to tell if the words were a giggle or a shriek, or perhaps both, as Alastor bent to protect his side from an unseen enemy. He spun around, his microphone staff appearing in his hand as he did so.

Angel bit down on his lip so he didn’t start laughing himself. It was only a matter of time before he was caught out, so… he reached out once more, this time going for a full-on, four-handed tickle of Alastor’s shadow. It looked like it was laughing, flailing and distorting but not making any effort to get away.

Almost immediately, Alastor started cackling, the sound definitely unhinged; Angel knew he had been caught out when Alastor’s shadow was suddenly gone, like it had been sucked away. Angel looked at Alastor as he tried to catch his breath, his eyes wide and his sclera black. “Angel…” he hissed warningly.

“Uh-oh.” Angel turned and started running, shrieking as he heard the sounds of Alastor chasing him down.

“Don’t get blood on the carpet, please!” was all Charlie yelled after them.

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