#after she yelled into an random office I could not look into

[mydearzero]

Livid | mean!Spencer Reid x Reader

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Summary: Annoying Spencer, just to see him get mad, was one of your favourite ways to pass time at the BAU. Emily had warned you not too push him too far. You hadn't realised how right she was until Spencer decides he's had enough and takes you down to the basement.

Contents: DUB-CON, NO Y/N, fem!Reader, BAU!reader, mean!Spencer, no aftercare,, dom!Spencer, sub!Reader, co-workers, smut, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie (is it even a mydearzero original if there's no coming inside?), spanking, dacryphilia, impact play, choking, spit, degradation, humiliation, semi-public sex, punishment, name calling, sir kink, filming and taking pictures without permission, orgasm denial, If I missed any warnings please tell me!

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this one's a doozy folks. buckle up. it's pure porn - nik

You weren't doing it on purpose at first. It just so happened that you occasionally did things that got under Spencer's skin. You gradually realized which actions ticked him off and started doing them more and more. You just enjoyed seeing him annoyed, huffing and puffing, yet never saying anything. His patience seemed neverending.

Emily had warned you not to push him too far. According to her, when Spencer snapped, he exploded. 

Yeah, right. 

Her discouragement only egged you on. You'd hardly ever seen the genius even get mad. Spencer got irritated at best. He was an angel, really. 

So you continued pushing, taking every possible chance to get on his last nerve. It had turned from enjoying seeing him annoyed to wanting to see him furious. You'd seen Spencer snarl at a snobby police officer once. Hell, you'd even seen him snap at an UnSub. But you'd never seen him absolutely livid. 

It took you a while to figure out why you wanted to see him get mad. 

You thought back to that case, the one that had him yelling at the UnSub. You couldn't even remember the details of the case. All you could think about was Spencer's hands gripping the table as he leaned across it, getting close and personal with the UnSub. 

You cared about the veins straining against the surface of his skin, the bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. The only lasting memory you had of the case was the tone of his voice and what it did to your body. 

A part of you wanted to be on the other side of that table, and it scared you how that part was growing exponentially, especially after Emily's warning. 

You didn't want to admit it, not even to yourself. But the sole reason you continued messing with Spencer was the age-old 'teasing your crush to get their attention' stint, and you hadn't even realized it. 

You shouldn't have been having all these deep thoughts and desires while sitting at your desk on a random Tuesday afternoon. Yet here you were. 

You tried to read the lines on the page in front of you repeatedly but to no avail. Your face sunk into your hands as you groaned inwardly. You had to stop this juvenile behaviour at this second. He was going to catch on. You were certain somebody already must've done the math. 

It shouldn't have surprised you when Spencer did finally burst. It wasn't like you did anything out of the usual. He wasn't even being tormented by a gruelling case. He'd just had enough. 

"God! You think you're so cute, don't you?" Spencer exclaimed, slamming the mouse you'd taped over on the table. The silence from before and after his outburst differed immensely. It was calm and serene before it turned tense and awkward. 

You slowly turned to look at his desk, not meeting his eye. If you had, you would've seen the way his pupils dilated at your meek behaviour. The way he had to regain his composure. 

Your heart rate skyrocketed, feeling caught. You knew reading minds wasn't a thing, but profiling sure was one of the things closest to it in this world. Spencer couldn't have known what you were thinking only seconds prior to him finding your latest childish attempt to invoke his anger. But it felt like he knew. 

Spencer scoffed as you chewed on your bottom lip, suddenly not feeling so funny anymore. "You don't have anything to say for yourself?" 

You gaped as you made eye contact with an overly amused Derek. He was enjoying this show to its fullest extent. "Don't look at me, kid. We warned you." He shrugged. 

You turned your eyes back to a still-aggravated Spencer. He pushed himself away from his desk and got out of his chair. He brushed his hands over his jacket, still sending daggers your way. 

Your gaze followed him hesitantly as he stalked over to your desk. You scrambled to arrange things as if your messy workspace would only annoy him more. 

"Get up." He demanded. You raised your eyebrows in question. Was he serious? 

"Ooh, someone's in trouble," Emily teased in a sing-songy tone. Not helping, Prentiss. 

"You're messing with me, right? Because of all the stupid pranks?" You asked sceptically. Your voice was wavering and uncertain. 

"No, I'm being dead serious. Get up. Follow me." Spencer made an upwards motion with his fingers as he loomed over your seated figure. 

You slowly pushed your chair out and sent questioning glances to JJ, who only shrugged. Your legs were unsteady as you stood. Spencer was your coworker, your friend. So why was your heart beating in your throat as if you were about to be sent to the fifth circle of Dante's Inferno? 

Spencer didn't say another word as his long legs stalked out of the bullpen, uncaring that you were struggling to keep up. You nearly tripped over your feet several times before reaching the elevator. You stood beside a seething Spencer, who turned to push the 'B' button. 

The basement? What business did he, or you, for that matter, have in the basement? Nobody ever- Right. Nevermind.

Nobody ever set foot in the basement. 

You twiddled with your fingers in anticipation, hearing Spencer breathe in an unnatural pattern. The floors passed by quickly, and before you knew it, you were met with the sight of the metal doors sliding open into darkness. 

Spencer flicked the light switch. Harsh, industrial, white light filled the dusty room. It was smaller than you expected. The rows of file cabinets made it look smaller than it really was. A desk was situated in the middle, seemingly abandoned. 

You shuddered a breath as you stepped into the room, feeling exposed even when you knew nobody could see or hear you down here. Your shoes seemed outrageously interesting, your eyes never leaving them as you awaited Spencer with bated breath. 

"Look at me." His words filled the silence. The room had an eerie lack of echo, his voice sounding closer than it actually was. 

You slowly lifted your head to meet his gaze. He appeared taller like this, especially when you were already feeling small, hunching in on yourself. 

"I'm going to give you one chance to apologize for your downright appaling behaviour." Spencer crossed his arms as he leaned against the desk. You felt as if you were being scolded by a teacher for throwing a crayon at another student. 

"Why the condescending tone, Reid? We're all coworkers here." You questioned defensively, mirroring his stance by crossing your arms. 

"That doesn't sound like an apology to me, but I'll bite. We are definitely coworkers. But you know as well as I that you changed that dynamic when you decided to start acting like a spoilt little girl begging for my attention." His composure didn't change as he spoke the incriminating words.

You didn't know what you expected coming down here with him, but this certainly wasn't it. You felt something simmer at his words, something you didn't want to acknowledge. You searched his face for any emotion, but only found a look that said "Well?" 

When he noticed you weren't going to answer, he laughed. It wasn't a hearty chuckle. There was an underlying tone of sarcasm and ridicule to it. 

"You've been at this for months, and now you're not even going to attempt to say sorry? I expected a shitty excuse, sure, but an apology nonetheless." Spencer scoffed. 

You knew he was holding back. You could see it in the way he turned his head and closed his eyes before facing you again. You damned your profiling skills for giving you a foresight of what he had in store for you. You'd seen nothing of his wrath yet. 

You knew he was getting frustrated at your silence, but you couldn't find the words. Nothing you could say could make this any better for you. You ran all the possible outcomes in your head, but every thought was more incriminating than the previous one. 

"Fine." He clapped his hands together, stepping away from the desk. He motioned towards it, signalling you to take timid steps towards the piece of furniture. You looked at him questioningly. 

His eyebrows raised. The words "You know what to do" went unspoken. 

You swallowed as your mouth went dry. You looked at the desk, before looking at Spencer again. He didn't have to say anything. He wanted you to do it yourself. You closed your eyes as you leaned your palms against the unkept wood. You slowly brought your elbows down, leaning on them uncertainly. If this wasn't his intention, you'd just embarrassed yourself into the next century. 

You heard him breathe deeply as he walked behind you. You jerked as his hand ran up your back until it reached between your shoulder blades. He pushed hard enough to press your chest flush with the desk, turning your head to lie it on the surface. His hand stayed there as the other was placed on your hip. 

Spencer let out a content sigh. "Better." 

He stepped away, leaving a cold feeling behind. You didn't dare move, already mortified at your predicament. You tried to breathe as quietly as possible as if any noise you made could set him off. You tried to hear what he was doing, unable to see him clearly in your peripheral. 

Your head raised off the desk at lightning speed when you heard the unmistakable sound of a phone camera shutter. 

"Did I say you could move?" Spencer asked. You shook your head, quickly placing it back on the desk. For a second, you wondered why you were even listening to him. He had no authority over you. But it felt exhilarating to give it to him. 

"You speak when I ask you a question. No shaking your head, understood?" His voice came from in front of the desk. How hadn't you noticed him walking around it? 

"Yes, sir," You squeaked, doing as he asked. Sir? Really? 

"Good girl." 

The words flipped a switch inside you. You licked your lips and closed your eyes, seemingly having to wait an eternity for him to take the next step. You heard the distinct sound of his belt unbuckling. You found yourself crossing your legs at the implication. Surely he wasn't going to whip you? 

You thought you were going to get scolded for the action, but Spencer ignored it. He reached for your wrists, lying awkwardly beside your head. You didn't dare make eye contact. 

You were confused at his next action until you saw the hole near the back of the desk, meant for cables. He threaded the belt through it before bringing your wrists to it and tying them together. The positioning was awkward at best, but you were starting to feel like that's what he wanted, to embarrass you. 

You gave the makeshift handcuffs an experimental tug. They didn't budge, of course. Panic simmered in your chest, a claustrophobic feeling settling at the thought that you were stuck. There was nowhere for you to go, nowhere for you to run from Spencer's revenge. 

He ran a hand through your hair, softly shushing you like you were a child. His hand slowly slid down your back. Your breath stuttered at his deliberate pace. He was taking his sweet time. 

"Shhh... You're fine." He whispered, putting a foot between yours and kicking them open. You grunted at the action just as he was hooking his fingers into your bottoms and taking your underwear clean off with them. He lifted one of your feet, only bothering to untangle one foot and leaving your clothes pooled at your other ankle. 

His fingers trailed up the inside of your leg. The tips of his fingers finally found the spot where you needed them most, but Spencer didn't do much besides feel you up. 

"You're so fucking wet it's pathetic." He mumbled as he wiped his fingers on your thigh. 

"You can pretend that you're tough and grown up all you want, but this is what you are. A pathetic little whore begging for my attention." Spencer walked around the desk and grabbed your chin harshly. The look in his eyes could only be described as animalistic. The ghost of a smirk danced on his lips. 

You saw his eyes flicker down to your lips, and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you. You wanted him to kiss you. But he did no such thing. 

"Open your mouth." He demanded, squishing your cheeks between his pointer finger and thumb. You obeyed, but it wasn't good enough for him.

"You can do better than that, c'mon." He urged, putting his thumb in your mouth and pushing your head back. He removed his hand and observed you lying there with your mouth open. He seemed pleased at the sight, humming in approval. 

His hand made its way back to your chin, turning your face upwards, craning your neck uncomfortably. You hadn't registered what he'd done until you felt a warm glob hit your tongue. Had he just spit in your mouth? You looked at him aghast. 

"Wipe that shocked look off your face and swallow it if you know what's good for you." He patted your cheek mockingly. You closed your mouth and swallowed his spit, not trying to think too much about the fact that known germaphobe Spencer Reid had just spit. in. your. fucking. mouth. 

"That's what I thought." He said, grabbing the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head. You thought he was going to take it off, maybe leaving it on your arms, seeing as they were currently tied to the desk, but he did no such thing. He brought the hem over your eyes, effectively blindfolding you with your shirt. 

You couldn't imagine what you must've looked like. Legs spread, bottoms haphazardly pulled down, shirt over your eyes, hands tied, pussy dripping. Your heart sank as you heard Spencer take another picture. 

"You look so good like this, exactly how you're supposed to be," Spencer spoke with a misconstrued sense of pride. 

You flinched and yelped when he abruptly struck your behind with a flat hand. You'd expected this was coming, that he was going to punish you, but you hadn't heard him approach. He rubbed his hand over the sore spot he'd just hit. 

"You're going to count them for me, and you're going to apologize after every single one. You better mean it because if I feel you're being insincere, you're only gonna get more until I believe you." Spencer set the rules, resting his left hand on your hip. You waited for him to begin, but another strike didn't come. 

"This is the time where you say 'Yes, sir' like you did earlier. I must admit, I didn't expect that one. But I like it, so we're keeping it," he mocked. 

"-Yes, sir," you stammered. Another hum of approval met your ears as he repositioned himself for the optimal angle. 

He didn't hold back as the second slap hit your butt. It stung more than you'd expected, a burning sensation spreading fast. 

"Two. I'm sorry, Spencer." You apologized, putting as much sincerity behind the words as you could muster. 

"No, that was one. The first one was just a warning. And you don't deserve to call me Spencer right now. You'll need to earn that privilege back. You'll learn to respect me soon enough. Now, start over." 

His hand came back down once more.

"One! I'm sorry, sir," you hissed at the pain. 

"What are you sorry for, princess?" Spencer asked as he delivered another smack. 

"Two! I'm sorry for disrespecting you!" You no longer had the energy to keep your head up, giving up the attempt to look at him and resting it back on the desk. 

"And?" He questioned. Another strike. 

"Three! I'm sorry for embarrassing you and pulling stupid pranks." You admitted.

"I don't buy it," Spencer contemplated. 

"Please, sir! I'm sorry. I'm genuinely sorry for being so childish." You apologized. A strike harder than the previous ones landed on your behind. 

"You don't speak out of turn, do you understand?" Spencer gripped your hair and pulled your head up to spit the words straight into your ear. You nodded wildly, as much as his grip on your hair through the shirt would allow. 

"Yes, yes, I understand." You said. Spencer let go of your hair. You only had milliseconds to respond, preventing your head from hitting the wood. He returned to his previous position, not wasting any time before landing several strikes to your ass.

This continued for a while, him smacking, you counting and begging for his forgiveness. Your legs were shaking by the time he reached the twentieth hit. 

"Twenty... I really am sorry, sir. I shouldn't have pushed you." You sighed, feeling Spencer rub circles over the impacted flesh. 

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked. 

"Yes, I won't do it again. I'm sorry." You didn't remember how many times the words 'I'm' and 'sorry' had rolled off your tongue that afternoon, but it must've been dozens. 

"Good. Now, for good measure, one last time." There was an underlying tone to the threat you couldn't place. You didn't have to wonder long, the last strike landing directly on your pussy. 

"Shit! Oh my god," you cursed, attempting to shut your legs. Spencer's feet kept them from moving. He'd anticipated the reaction. You were glad for the echoless chamber, the humiliatingly wet sound only reverberating slightly. 

"Now I can really be sure you'll remember." You could hear the smile in his voice. He was enjoying this too much. But then again, hadn't you been the exact same? Gaining joy from inconveniencing him? You sighed at the realization you couldn't judge him for getting off on this. The last smack certainly hadn't been a dry one. 

"Now..." Spencer trailed off. He removed the shirt from your eyes, pushing it further over your head. He pushed the fabric into your mouth as a makeshift gag. 

"Don't you make any noise, okay? I mean, not like anybody will hear you down here." He chuckled. You turned your head and your eyes widened as you saw him walk towards the elevator. He pushed the call button and turned back to catch one last glimpse at you. He snapped a quick picture of your reddened ass cheeks before stepping into the elevator. 

You yelled his name through the gag, nothing but gurgling, obstructed pleas meeting his ears. He wasn't leaving, right? He wouldn't. He couldn't. He was just testing you. 

You were left with the sound of your own pants and racing heart. You tugged at your binds once more. What if he left? Went home? Surely it was past the regular office hours by now. 

Tears welled up in your eyes at the idea of being left here like this overnight. What if nobody came down here? What if somebody did come down here and saw you like this? You were conflicted. 

After 10 minutes of silent contemplation and several escape attempts, the metallic creaking of the elevator coming down sounded through the basement. You clenched your eyes shut, begging the universe it was Spencer and nobody else. 

You breathed a sigh of relief when you heard the familiar sound of Spencer's shoes hitting the linoleum floor. You watched as he sipped his newly acquired coffee, not acknowledging you, only looking at his phone. After presumably sending a couple of texts, he shut it off and put it away on top of one of the cabinets nearby.

He smiled at the sight of the fresh tears rolling down your face. "Tell me, have you ever heard of Dacryphilia?" He asked as he crouched down to your level and wiped a few stray tears from your chin. He removed the gag from your mouth. 

You shook your head before correcting yourself. "No, sir." 

"It's a form of paraphilia in which one is aroused by tears or sobbing," Spencer explained. Leave it up to Spencer to dive into an explanation at a moment like this. 

"I never thought I was someone who could be turned on by that. But seeing you like this, I can definitely see the appeal." His words were quiet, but so was the room. 

"You look so pretty when you cry for me." He praised, running a hand through your hair. It was a surprisingly sweet sentiment, given the circumstances. He got up from his crouched position before you. You looked up at him. The domineering gaze he gave back told you all you needed to know.  

"Thank you, sir," you whispered, hoping it was the correct response. 

"See? It's not that hard to be respectful. But I'm not done with you yet."  

Your breathing picked up as you remembered your predicament. Spencer didn't waste any time, pushing his pants down. His cock was long and thick. 

You thought he was going to make you suck it. He pushed it in your mouth harshly, not giving you any room to breathe. He held you there, choking on his cock by the back of your head for a few more seconds before pulling it out and slapping it on your cheek. He smiled wickedly before tucking it back in his pants. It had only been a taste, literally. 

He saw your confused look, but ignored it, opting to walk back around the desk. He wasted no time, pushing two fingers inside your mortifyingly wet hole. He curled them exactly right, and you clenched your fist and eyes to stop your legs from giving out. 

Just as you'd started moving your hips along with his hand, he pulled away. "Stay still. Or you don't get anything." 

You willed your entire body to remain frozen as he resumed his activities. He brought his other hand to your clit, rubbing at the exact speed and pressure to make your knees buckle. You had to put all your weight on your upper body to stop moving. 

"God, will you shut up?" Spencer groaned. You hadn't even noticed you were making any noise, the moans and whines falling from your lips sounding foreign. 

You bit your lip to keep them from escaping, but it was hard when Spencer was unrelenting. You felt yourself coming close, soft, high-pitched whines escaping your throat no matter how hard you tried to contain them.  

Your toes curled, and your muscles tightened, but Spencer pulled away. More tears welled up in your eyes at the immensely unsatisfying sensation. You wanted to beg him to please continue and let you finish. But he'd told you to shut up, and you really weren't looking to prolong your punishment. 

You heard your own pathetic sobs, drowning out the sound of him undoing his pants again. Your chest heaved as you tried to stay silent. Sweat dripped down your face, mixing with the tears. 

It was bizarre how quiet he stayed. He was usually so talkative. But the implication that you didn't deserve him speaking to you unless it was an order was clear. 

"This is all you're good for. A hole for me to fuck. And don't you dare forget it." Spencer lined himself up and didn't offer any more preparation before sliding inside. 

"You're just a deplorable, woeful, pitifully sad little girl." Spencer spat as his grip on your hair returned. His other hand snuck around your neck, gripping tightly. He used the grip on your hair and neck as leverage to set a brutal pace, calling you every synonym for pathetic available. 

"You think you're so important? Good enough to be pulling shit like this? You need to learn your. fucking. place." Every word was punctuated by a harsh thrust. "You're expendable at best." 

You didn't dare speak, the only thing leaving you was quiet sobs, whines and moans. Your breathing was strained against the hold he had on your neck. 

You were embarrassed to feel the knot in your stomach tightening worryingly fast. Spencer was treating you like a whore, and you were getting off on it, faster than anything else ever had before. 

Spencer felt you tighten around him and quickly pulled out and stepped away. You felt the cold breeze on your empty hole. More tears spilt as you heard the sound of a video recording starting. 

Spencer zoomed in on your desperate, fluttering pussy, before pushing back inside, keeping the camera focused on his cock entering in and out. 

You tried to hide your face when he turned the camera to it, but his hand yanked on your hair, making you face the camera. 

"Say: 'I'm Spencer's little slut. His own personal hole to use whenever he pleases because I'm a cockwhore hungry for attention.'" Spencer demanded. 

"Please, sir. Don't make me say it on camera," you begged. You'd say it, just to get it over with, but the current footage he had was already incriminating enough. 

"No, you're going to fucking listen to me for once. Say it." The pace of his hips never let up, your figure moving crudely in and out of the shot. 

"I-I'm Spencer's... Please," you began. Spencer's speed inside you increased, interrupting your train of thought. He delivered a harsh smack against your still sore ass, urging you to continue. 

"I'm Spencer's... little slut. His own personal... hole... to use whenever he pleases." You inhaled sharply before continuing. "Because I'm a... cockwhore... hungry for attention." You stuttered over the words, forcing them out. 

Spencer seemed satisfied, putting his phone away. His hand returned to your throat, cutting off the airflow as he fucked you harshly. Every thrust of his hips sent a jolt of electricity through your body. 

The wood was digging into your hips, sure to be beaten and bruised by tonight. Your weight was no longer being held up by your legs, Spencer's presence behind you being the only thing that kept you from collapsing. 

You were tight with desperation, every muscle wanting that sweet release he was depriving you of. 

Spencer grunted unintelligible curses against you as he pistoned inside. His thick cock felt like it was splitting you open with every thrust, no matter how wet you'd gotten. 

"Gonna cum inside you, and there's nothing you can do about it," Spencer mumbled as he sped up. How it was even possible, was beyond you. 

"Please, sir. Please let me cum." You whined. If he denied you one more time, you weren't sure if you could take it. 

"What makes you think you fucking deserve to cum? You're an annoying, good-for-nothing brat who's getting what was coming for her." He moaned against the shell of your ear. The sound ignited something new inside you. You needed to hear it again. 

"Please, Spencer. Please," you begged, more tears threatening to spill after you'd assumed you were all out. 

"What, you're gonna fucking cry? Like a fucking baby? Don't fucking do things if you're gonna fucking cry over the consequences, you fucking slut. And it's sir to you, you whore." You'd never heard Spencer this vulgar. And you could've never imagined what it would do to you. 

"You know what they call this, crybaby?" Spencer asked, tightening the grip on your throat, cutting off most if not all of the airflow. You shook your head aggressively. 

"Karma." He spoke, thrusting harshly to get the message across. The combination of the lack of air and his ruthless thrusts was brutal. You could feel yourself trembling, trying to keep yourself together. 

Spencer pushed his cock sharply one last time, twitching and releasing his spend inside you with a loud groan. He released your throat and pulled out. You fell forward, chest heaving with dry sobs. He hadn't let you come. You cried frustrated tears as Spencer took more photos, as expected. 

You felt the warm come drip from your pussy as Spencer took close-ups. A tense silence overtook the room as he made himself decent before paying you any attention. 

"Garcia still owed me a favour, so she disabled the elevator from coming down here unless you enter a code," Spencer explained as he untied you. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders, even if the ordeal was already over. The fact that there had been no real threat settled the uneasy feeling, even if only a little. It was the only consolation he offered. Spencer redid his belt as if it hadn't just been used as handcuffs while he fucked you like you were his property to discard. 

You rubbed your wrists, seeing the red wells carved in them from your relentless tugging. How were you going to explain this when you came in tomorrow? 

Spencer didn't seem to care, simply grabbing his stuff and waiting for the elevator. You looked around for your underwear, only to see a small piece of fabric sticking out of his pocket. You sighed and put your bottoms back on without the underwear, cringing at the wet, sticky fluid still between your legs. Your top was still wet with saliva and tears. 

You got in the elevator with him without saying a word. You'd expected to at least talk to him about it, but as soon as you reached ground level, Spencer was gone. 

Your eyes welled up and cheeks heated when you realized you were going to have to walk through the lobby and go home alone, all without any underwear and while still dripping his cum. 

Spencer had gotten what he wanted. You were mortified. And you sure as hell weren't going to pull any more pranks anytime soon. 

Not while at the office, anyways. 

[ktaerssoi]

hii baba can you do one for nika where reader is genos daughter or granddaughter and like nika really thinks reader is prettt and is infatuated with her and geno and the team make fun of how blushy nika gets when reader is around?

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relationship: nika mühl x fem!reader summary: basically the request notes: hey babes! sorry i just got around to posting..anyway i made slime with my lovely girlfriend who then watched me write this! (her slime looks like shit. jk!) not proof read! (830)

your grandfather, head coach at UConn had invited you to come to one of the team practices. It was your junior year at the school and Geno had been interested in you potentially becoming team manager. 

you, on the other hand, didn't have much interest in the sport. you had grown up with it, yes, but you didn't pay any mind to it. you would sport UConn colors and jerseys when you went to games, but you never kept up with anything unless your grandfather had told you. 

however, when you stepped foot into the locker room when you went to the first practice with your grandfather, you met the team and got to know their personalities you reconsidered the idea of managing. 

-

now, it being your second year in the position you knew all the girls and had grown close with everyone. you treated everyone equally and tried to stop yourself from favoriting others. that being said, you always seemed to fold when it came to nika. 

it had been the joke of the year that she was into you, and you really didn't mind. (even if you would never admit it) she was pretty and always had a positive outlook, not to mention her cute accent. 

"dude you really have got to get a grip," you turned to see paige talking to nika as they walked into the locker room, your eyebrows knitting together at the possible reasoning for paige's words. 

"what's up guys?" you waved as you spoke, watching as paige and nika smiled at you. yet, you don't miss the look paige gives nika. 

"oh nothing, nika is just plotting on how to ask you out. normal things." paige shrugs, her signature smirk on her face. you roll your eyes, looking to nika to see her cheeks flushed. 

"bueckers five laps." you cross your arms as you grin, knowing that she really couldn't say no to you. "what? no way, you're not the coach!" she groans, but goes to put her bags down nonetheless. "i've got the same last name, it counts!" you smirk as you watch her start running. 

"you hot? you're a little red in the face over there.." you turn to nika, a playful "pfft" coming from your mouth as she turns away, getting impossibly redder. "shut up," nika mumbles, and before long you guys get to talking about random things completely forgetting about the comment. 

some of the girls had walked into the gym, Inês pointing at the two of you with a questioning look while she grabbed some things from her locker. "nika did you finally do it?" you turned around confused, and Inês' eyes widened before she quickly shut up. 

practice started shortly after, and you headed back to your office, trying to find a hotel for the team for their game against Duke. 

-

two hours later the team files into the locker room, the noise level rising considerably. your door was closed and the blinds were drawn, not only to give the girls whatever privacy a locker room can permit, but to try and help you focus. 

planning out places the school could afford along with having them be big enough for the team was proving to be difficult lately. you're pulled out of your thoughts by a knock at the door, yelling a quick come in before Nika opens the door. 

"hey nika, what's up?" you smile, crossing your arms over your chest as you look at her. "oh nothing much, um, i was just wondering ifmaybeyouwantedtogetdinnersometime?" you think you just got whiplash from that statement. "what?" you could not hear a word she said. 

Nika takes a deep breath, leaning against the door. she looked good, her hair messy from practice. she was glowing, per usual. "um, i was wondering..if maybe you wanted to get dinner sometime? it can be just as friends! or not, i mean, i don't know, but you know?" 

you smile at her, nodding. "yeah sure, I would love to go on a date with you! is it like a double date where you bring a guy and i bring one?" you giggle as you watch her face fall "i'm kidding, that sounds fun nika, i would love to." 

she releases the breath she didn't know she was holding, and she smiles at you. you were quickly distracted by KK slamming the door open, almost pushing nika over, and yelling. "did you do it?! please tell me you did it i cannot keep getting calls at 2am from you." 

nika's face goes bright red as she nods, the team cheering in the back. "she's been meaning to do that for almost two years!" paige yelled from her locker, shaking her head. you turn to nika to see her shrugging. 

"i thought you were cute?" she smiles innocently as you shake your head with a smile. "well at least i finally understand all the jokes about you being in love with me." 

[chaosandmarigolds]

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Johnny stared at the officer that had very briefly explained the situation to him, his face contorted into some dumbfounded state because there was no way in the seven hells this random woman was telling him that Oliver was going back to his deadbeat half assed dad. He was leaning on the desk, after he had managed to get you calmed down and sat down in his truck, so he figured it was his time to get the story- after all, your words were just sobbed attempts.

“Yer fuckin pulling me leg.”

The officer blinked and frowned, “I’m sorry sir I don’t understand.”

“Ye just jokin me, ‘cause there no way Ollie is goin with tha man."

to that the officer 'tsk'ed and set the folder down on her desk, looking up at him, her face emotionless except for some patronizing smile, "And you said you were with Mister Riley?"

A short pause and Johnny looks around the office, "Can I talk to him?"

--

Ollie sat in the empty conference room, his few toys scattered on the table and the television playing some PBS Kids show with a volume of less than ten. He could hear the people outside of the room, but he didn't understand them, sometimes they would yell, and sometimes it was silent, he couldn't tell anymore. Nor did he care.

He spins in his chair as the door opens and he yelps, "UNCLE SOAPY."

"Ey, laddie," without missing a beat Johnny picks up the boy and looks him over, still in his pjs from the night before, his boots not even laced all the way up and his hair messy, with a huff he gives the officer a glare and sits down at the table again, "Yer mum wanted me to come check on ya."

Ollie frowns to that, "Why-why not she come? I.-Uncle Soapy, can we go home now? I do- it scary here."

--

"Price's, this is Eliza."

"Is th' Captain home?" "Simon! Darling-....oh honey, is everything okay? You sound like-"

"No. Please give John the tell."

--

"Get away from my son."

Johnny stands up when he heard the voice, turning around with Ollie still in his grasp, and unshcokingly he saw a less-than-average man who looked awful mad by his presence. Ollie, after about ten minutes of tears as fallen asleep, his head on his shoulder and happily snoozing.

"Ah, Caleb- 'm Johnny, heard about ya."

"Funny, haven't heard about you." Caleb frowned, slowly moving to get the young boy, "Now if you don't mind I have to take him back home."

Out of habit Johnny took a step back, "Back to his mum, yeah? Cu' tha's his home."

"No, back to Las Vegas, my home."

There was a long silence and then Johnny speaks, "Bloody out of your mind if you think 'll let tha happen."

Caleb almost smiled to that, "Then I’m out of my mind. Now give me my son before I make you."

(....Teee...hee? more of Uncle Soap action in this segment)

[the-thing-withfeathers]

detention

requested

a/n: yuggghhhh cheerleader!mads brainrot

pairing: cheerleader!madison beer x f!jock!reader

warnings: smuuuut!! cursing, oral & fingering (mads receiving), almost getting caught, public sex.

•*¨*•.¸¸♪

“detention!”

your teacher yelled at you as you knocked over the bunsen burner after fooling around with your other teammates. you were meant to be doing an experiment that required you to mix several compounds together.

you and your two other teammates couldn’t be bothered with chemistry, it was one of your weak subjects and you preferred to have fun with it when you could.

when you three mixed together random compounds, you found yourselves creating a concoction that started to overflow out of its beaker. you flooded the entire table with it and while stepping back, you knocked someone else’s bunsen burner & several beakers over.

when the teacher called out your name, you just smiled sheepishly. “sorry miss! we just couldn’t tell which one it was!”

your teacher, ms. johnson, was probably the strictest one in the school, even if it wasn’t your fault, she would have found a way to send you to detention anyways.

“to the principal’s office you go. you need a detention slip and you need to fill out an incident report.” ms. johnson said, grabbing the back of your varsity jacket and throwing you in the direction of the door. “you’ll do detention today after school.”

your girlfriend sat on the opposite side of the room, next to one of the other cheerleaders as well. you walk over to her while walking over to the exit, you lean over the table as an attempt to talk to her.

“i hate keeping my girl waiting but looks like our date is gonna have to wait, baby.” you said, kissing her cheek. you were completely shameless about your love for madison, you wanted everyone to know she was yours at all costs. you revelled in the fact that you managed to get the most beautiful girl in the school to be yours.

“maybe… or maybe not.” she said, her chin being held up by her hand. “i can’t stay away for very long.” she said, biting her lip while turning to look at you.

you looked at her in confusion for a second before you felt the back of your jacket get grabbed again.

your teacher pushed you towards the door, your eyes looked away from madison and at the path in front of you so you wouldn’t trip. suddenly, you heard several instances of glass shattering.

“ms. beer!” ms. johnson exclaimed in fury. beer?!

your eyes shot around to see that madison had deliberately shattered several beakers, holding another one in her hand.

“you two…” the older woman grumbled, “go.” she said, directed at you, “i have to deal with this one here.”

while you got shoved towards the open door, basically stepping outside. you winked at madison, a smirk growing on her face. she matched that smirk and gave you a wave with just her fingers, blowing a kiss right after.

fuck, this girl will be the death of you.

•*¨*•.¸¸♪

you had the rest of the day away from madison. your schedules didn’t line up and the principal escorted you to your class so you couldn’t even stall for time to see her at the office.

you sat in the classroom, your homework sitting right in front of you. neither of you had practice today so you were mainly waiting for madison to finish up class, if she had secured that detention from ms. johnson as well.

you thought back to chemistry, a smile growing on your face at how madison would have done absolutely anything to spend time with you. you couldn’t help but be turned on by the idea of rewarding her for it in this very classroom.

the door swung open and there she was, your cheerleader girlfriend in all her glory, escorted in by another teacher to make sure she got there.

ms. johnson was in charge of detention today. she kept you two seperated in different parts of the room. madison was all the way in the front and you were in the very back. that didn’t stop you from staring at her though.

she was testing you. whenever she stretched and her uniform top would rise up a bit too high, revealing the skin of her back. whenever she would shift in her seat and her skirt bunched together or lowered itself, revealing her lacy pink underwear. she was testing how far you were willing to go to please her.

she couldn’t turn around or else she’d get in trouble, she knew that. but she hated not being able to see how hard you were biting your lip to keep yourself contained.

ms. johnson finally cracked and excused herself to go to the bathroom. you knew the staff bathroom was across campus and ms. johnson refused to use student ones.

now was your chance.

you practically sprinted across the room, kneeling down behind madison’s chair.

“hey babygirl…” you whispered, a grin on your face.

“hi there… was it working?” madison chuckled.

“oh yes it was.” you nodded, pushing her hair away from her neck and placing soft kisses. “you’re so fucking pretty.”

“i couldn’t let detention keep us away from each other.” she sighed, craning her neck to let you in closer.

“of course not… i would have missed you too much.” you reached around to grope her breasts over the fabric of her cheerleading uniform. you pulled away for a second. “where did your bra go?” you asked.

“took it off before i came here.” she shrugged.

“you know me too well.” you continued to kiss her neck, your hand slipping under her shirt, massaging one of her boobs.

madison felt heat build up in her lower half, soft moans emitting from her lips. she knew the location wouldn’t stop you no matter how public or risky it was, and she thrived off of the fact that you needed her no matter what.

“c’mere.” you said, standing up and pulling her with you. you pinned her against the teacher’s desk, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. she wrapped her arms around you and tangled one of her hands in your hair.

“are you about to fuck me on the teacher’s desk?” she asked while still against your lips.

“yes. any protest?” you pulled away, lifting the top half of her uniform to free her unrestrained breasts. you felt yourself moan softly upon seeing them.

“no. not at all.” she shook her head. you kissed her again and she pushed your letterman jacket off you. she gripped your arms as you two kissed, she loved how toned you were getting the more you exercised. you lifted her then pushed her down so she was laying on her back on the desk.

you pushed her legs up, bending them so her feet were flat on the desk. you knelt down, you surprised yourself when you realised she wasn’t wearing panties either.

“baby!” you gasped a little. “is that why you took ages to come? were you stripping your clothing away?” you said, running your finger along her soaking slit.

her fingers wrapped around the edge of the desk, she whined softly. “no…! i had class too.”

“too?” you chuckled. “so you were stripping.”

“shut up and just fuck me, will you? we don’t have the time.” madison smacked your arm from where she was, tilting slightly to look at you. “make it quick.” she ordered.

“as my princess wishes.” you leaned forward, wrapping your lips around her aching cunt. your tongue flicked against her clit and you felt her start to rut against your face.

god, she was needy.

you made swift work of sucking and biting her clit, anything to get her closer to her orgasm. you gripped her ankles as you felt them start to shake, planting them down harder so you would have more access. you reached up in between her leg, one of your hands toying with her nipple as you let her noises fill the room.

she was holding onto her other tit, softly whimpering as she ground herself against your face. your nose and chin were covered in her arousal.

“fuck, baby.” she choked out, a sharp inhale following it. “you eat me out so good. love seeing you in between my legs.” her head fell backwards and her eyes rolled into her skull. “feels so fucking good.”

her arousal mixed with your saliva was forming a pool on the desk, you’d never gotten her this wet before. you thought that the risk of being caught at school made it better for her, after all, she loved making sure people knew how good you made her feel.

you slipped two fingers into her hole, moving them without letting her adjust. she gasped, her head jolting up.

“mmmmmm…” she cried out, her bottom lip captured between her teeth. “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” she said with cut off breaths.

“that’s it baby, doing so good. you’ve gotta cum for me now or we’ll both get caught.” you edged her on, feeling her walls clench around your two fingers.

“i wanna get caught with you.” she whispered out through her labored breaths, her chest rising and falling. “wanna make sure everyone knows you fuck me best.”

you chuckled against her clit, you loved how possessive she got at times. the vibrations from your laughter sent her over the edge.

“gonna— gonna cum!” she yelled, her hands flying to your hair and pushing your face deeper into her. “ohh… fuck!” she cried out, her upper body arching backwards as she came all over your face. you stuck your tongue out to help her ride her high out, pulling your fingers out of her and standing up.

you walked over to where her face was, she was practically sprawled across the desk. you put your two fingers against her lips, forcing them into her mouth.

“yeah baby, taste yourself.” you said. her tongue swirled between your digits, licking up her cum.

you heard footsteps approach. you two quickly ran back to your seats. madison struggled, her legs nearly giving out but you assisted her in getting back. she pulled her shirt back down and fixed her shirt. you picked up your jacket and quickly threw it back on, practically falling into your seat.

ms. johnson walked in, glaring at the two of you. you made it look like you were doing work, madison made it look like she was putting her stuff away.

“okay, detention’s over. go home, don’t cause any trouble.” ms. johnson said, leaving the door open for the two of you.

you and madison left the premises hand in hand, her giggling was music to your ears.

“i can’t believe we just did that.” she said.

“i can. you’re too impatient.” you retaliated, nudging her waist with your elbow.

“okay… fair enough. drive me home?” she asked, smiling up at you with all her teeth out. those pleading eyes were hard to resist. “and stay?”

“mmm… how could i ever say no to that?”

“you can’t.” she shook her head at you, biting her lip.

“okay, i’ll drive you.” you gave in to her too quickly.

“perfect… i’ll even give you a little treat for it.”

“y’know, you say that and always end up fucked out.” you joked, tilting your head at her with raised eyebrows.

“i love being fucked out. especially by you.”

“madison! you kiss your mother with that mouth?!” you exclaimed, walking with her to your car.

“what’re you gonna do about it?”

“fill it.”

[loulovingho]

Focus

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“Focus. Focus, focus, focus, focus.” The words stumbled out of his mouth unconsciously. His fingers tapped against his thigh rapidly. His eyes were wide but hazy; blearily searching for something to center on but coming up empty.

“Focus, focus, focus.”

He was sweating. It dripped down his forehead, off his eyebrow, to his cheek. It tickled as it ran over his nose. It gave him chills on the back of his neck.

“Focus, focus.”

His leg shook, bouncing up and down anxiously. It was hard to breathe. Hard to breathe the way he needed to breathe anyway. He could only inhale part of the way, short and stunted exhales making him dizzy.

He could hear people yelling at him. Could hear them calling his name.

They might as well have been speaking a foreign language.

*****

The night had started innocently enough.

Life had been too serious lately, so Karen decided to plan an escape room adventure for everybody. She and Hen, Bobby and Athena, Eddie, Ravi, Maddie and Chimney, and Buck and Tommy were all coming along while Carla watched the kids for the evening.

Everyone was having a good time, even though the random room that was chosen for them was a particularly bleak theme.

“Prison escape,” Hen read after she'd been handed a piece of paper. “You've all been sentenced to death for a crime you did not commit. Escape the prison before you're sent to the chair. Have fun... Wow, was the serial killer room taken?”

“I chose random so no one could ask me the theme,” Karen explained. “Half of you guys are cheats.”

The escape room was actually a set of three rooms. They got through the first one pretty easily. Made it halfway through the second before everything started to fall apart.

The second room was the warden's office. Besides a single lamp that sat on a desk, there was no light in the room. That was part of it. You couldn't turn on lights in the warden's office without risking getting caught.

In the far corner of the room there was a black, steel closet. It was about the size of a portable toilet, but no door on the front. The oddness of it drew Tommy's attention.

“Whatcha thinking, Babe?” Buck asked, walking over to him while everyone else hovered over the desk.

“It doesn't fit the rest of the room.”

Buck squinted to try and get a better look. “Looks empty.”

“I know,” Tommy agreed. “S'weird. I'm gonna check it out.”

“You're gonna check out an empty room?”

Tommy smiled, wiggling his eyebrows at Buck. “Watch out, Hon, I'm heading back into the closet.”

Buck snorted with laughter as Tommy stepped forward and into the small space.

As soon as he did, the floor beneath him gave slightly. Just enough for him to feel a trigger release. Behind him, a door dropped down so abruptly that he had no time to react until after it had happened.

It was dark. Pitch dark. So dark that even as he put his hands up to feel along the door, he couldn't see his hands in front of him.

“You fell for the warden's trap,” a female, robotic voice boomed into a speaker somewhere in the closet. “You must find the button to escape.”

Tommy didn't even half hear what the woman had said. All he knew is he needed out of there.

Now.

He tried to push against the door. Push it up, push it out, anything.

It didn't budge.

He could hear mumbled voices from outside. He knew everyone had probably gathered around after he'd been trapped in this space. They probably thought it was funny. They were probably laughing, joking about him being trapped. Maybe even taking a picture or two of this- this box he'd been put in.

He couldn't blame them if they were. Under normal circumstances, this would be funny.

But these were not normal circumstances.

And it wasn't funny.

His pushes against the door turned into banging. Over and over, banging at the steel to try and make it give way.

“Ev- Evan!” He called out, a bit unsure. “E-”

“You fell for the warden's trap,” the voice repeated. God, it was so loud! Tommy had to cover his ears. “You must find the button to escape.”

“Evan!” he yelled again once the voice stopped. “Evan, you gotta-”

“Tommy,” he could barely hear Evan through the door. “Tommy, you have to find a-”

Evan's voice was so calm. It shouldn't be that calm. Not when he's inside this death trap. They should all be fighting to get him out. They should be busting down the walls. Get an ax, get a gun, get explosives, get something! Just get him out!

“Ev-” he brought a hand to his chest. He could hear little wheezes coming out with each breath he took.

He could only take two steps back before he was met with the wall. He slid down, knees to his chest, hands squeezing against his thighs. “Ev... Evan,” he huffed out. He knew his voice was far too quiet to actually be heard. “Evan, you gotta... Please, I- I need. I need to...”

“You fell for the warden's trap. You must find the button to escape.”

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut.

“Fo- Focus, Tommy. You n- need to focus.”

*****

The initial slam of the closet door caused Buck to jump back in surprise.

“Whoa!” someone exclaimed from behind him. Karen, he thinks. “What the hell happened?”

“You fell for the warden's trap. You must find the button to escape.”

The voice rang out throughout the room. It was unnecessarily loud.

“Are we supposed to find the button out here? Or Tommy in there?” Hen asked, the rest of the group gathering around the closet.

Chimney shrugged. “Both, maybe?”

“I'll start looking,” Ravi offered, and Karen joined him on his search.

Something was wrong. Buck could tell that pretty quickly. He tilted his head, trying to focus on the muffled sounds coming from inside the closet.

“Evan!”

Buck could barely hear Tommy, but he could tell that he wasn't saying his name the way he usually did. He pressed up against the door to listen.

“Evan! Evan, you gotta-”

“Tommy!” Buck yelled back to him. He sounded panicked. Terrified, actually, and Buck had never heard him like that before. “Tommy, you have to find a button!” he tried to explain.

“Ev.... Ev... Evan.”

Tommy wasn't yelling anymore. It almost sounded like he was about to pass out.

“Hey, we gotta get him out of here!” Buck exclaimed as the robotic voice sounded over the speaker system.

“That's what we're trying to figure out, Buck,” Hen reminded him.

“No, I mean like right now.” Buck turned back to the closet and began trying to pry the door open. “H- He's freaking out in there, guys! I tried telling him to find the button but I don't think he hears me.”

The group began to gather around, Eddie immediately joining in to open the door.

No luck.

“They've got cameras on us, right?” Athena asked. “That's what that child at the desk said. How do we get their attention?”

“A- A hint. We get hints!” Buck remembered. “There's a- a button by the door.”

Ravi quickly ran to the button and pressed it over and over until there was a ding.

“You have asked for one hint,” a very bored sounding employee's voice rang over the intercom system. “There's a button both inside the closet and outside. Either one will open the door and lead your friend to safety.”

“We don't give a damn about hints, man!” Eddie exclaimed. “Our friend is panicking in there. Get his ass out!”

“You only get two hints per room. Are you sure you want to use your final hint?”

“Oh my God! We're not asking for hints. Use whatever override you have and get him out! Now!”

It took a few seconds for the employee to respond. “Are you... Are you being serious right now, dude?”

“Get him out!” About half the group yelled out that time.

“Okay, okay!”

After what felt like the longest ten seconds of all their lives, more lights came on inside the room and the door to the closet began to open.

“Don't crowd him,” Eddie said, and everyone but Buck took a few steps back.

Buck himself remained kneeling just outside of the closet, his eyes immediately filling with tears as soon as Tommy came into view.

“Focus, focus, focus...”

Tommy continued repeating the word even as he squinted from the sudden light. His eyes were darting around the room, but Buck was pretty sure he didn't even see them, or at least it didn't register that they were them.

It was the first time Buck had ever seen Tommy without his calm, cool, and collected persona. It was terrifying. Judging by the silence of everyone else around, they'd never seen him like this either.

Buck reached out his hand slowly. Not to touch Tommy, just to offer it. Still, the movement caused Tommy to gasp, jerking back to try and make himself even smaller against the back wall.

“S'okay.” Buck kept his voice as calm as possible, even as he shook with his own worry and fear. “It's okay, Tommy. It's me. It's Evan.”

Finally, Tommy's eyes settled on Buck. He blinked a few times, a stray tear falling down his face as he did. “Ev... Evan?” he breathed out. His lip trembled as he spoke.

Buck nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, it's me, Tommy. I- I'm here.”

His breaths were still heavy, but they came fully now. He glanced around the room, at all the people around him. Some watching, others trying hard to make it look like they weren't. His heart began to race.

“Hey, Tommy, can you focus on me?” Buck asked. Tommy's eyes shot back to him.

“Focus,” he repeated. “Focus, focus, focus-”

Eddie approached carefully, kneeling down about a step behind Buck. “Hey, Tommy?” he began, getting the man's attention. “Tommy, you remember my name?”

Tommy stared at him for a second. Opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. “Eddie.”

Eddie smiled. “Good. That's good, Tommy. What about this guy beside me here?”

“Evan.”

“That's right. Who is Evan to you?”

Another tear fell. “Boy... boyfriend.”

“What year is it?”

Tommy moved his eyes back and forth between Eddie and Buck. His breathing slowly began to return to normal. “2024.”

“And what city are you in right now?”

The clutch Tommy had on his thighs loosened, allowing some color to return to his hands. Carefully, he started to straighten out his legs. “Los Angeles.”

“Good. Back with us?”

Tommy nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I- I am.”

“Great. Claustrophobia is no joke.”

“It... It's not-”

Eddie held up a hand. “I know, Man. You want me and Buck to help you up, or would you rather get up by yourself?”

“My legs feel kinda weird,” Tommy admitted.

“Okay for us to help?”

Another nod.

Buck, who had remained quiet while Eddie did whatever he needed to do, stood and began to step into the closet as much as he could.

“Don't-” Tommy began to warn, but Buck was quick to reassure him.

“They shut it down,” he said, reaching his hand out again. “It won't close on us, I promise.”

Tommy took his hand this time, and Eddie's too from the other side. He kept a firm grip on them both even after they lifted him up. “Thank you,” he muttered, his face blushing with embarrassment. “I- I'm so sorry, guys,” he started, but they were all quick to dismiss the apology.

“Hey, you got us out in under and hour,” Chimney said, trying to lighten the mood. “Technically, we won.”

*****

Buck wrapped an arm around Tommy's waist as they headed outside, Eddie staying a step behind in case Tommy were to need his help.

“We'll go in just a minute,” Buck said as he helped Tommy into the passenger seat of his truck. Tommy had already handed him the keys, knowing he'd be unable to drive. “I just need to tell everyone goodnight.”

As Buck went to his sister to give her a hug, Eddie came over to Tommy. “You alright?”

Tommy took a deep breath. “Besides an incredible amount of embarrassment, I'll be fine.”

“No need to be embarrassed,” Eddie assured him. “We've literally all been there, some way or another. You ever need to talk, I'm here.” With a fist bump and a reassuring nod, Eddie walked away as Buck hopped into the driver's seat.

As soon as he started the car, Tommy leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “God, Evan, I'm so sorry. That was not how I wanted our first night out with your friends and family to go.”

“You have no reason to apologize,” Buck replied. “And they're your friends too. Your place or mine?”

“Mine.” Tommy turned his head toward Buck, watching him as he watched the road. “Will you stay with me?”

Buck glanced at him with a smile. “Of course.”

Neither of them spoke again until Buck reached the highway.

“I know they're my friends too,” Tommy said, staring out his window at the cars passing by, “but it's different. It was my first time being with all of them as your boyfriend; your partner. They're your family, Evan, and I wanted...” he sighed. “Something like that hasn't happened to me in over twenty years. I didn't expect it, and I couldn't stop it. I'm-”

“Please, don't apologize again, Tommy. Please.” He reached his hand out over the center console. “Can I hold your hand?”

Tommy felt like crying again. He hated that Evan felt like he had to ask now. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to ask, but he was sure it was something he had done in that room.

Instead of answering, he laid his hand in Evan's, intertwining their fingers.

“Tommy, everyone in that room already adores you.”

When Tommy huffed out a laugh, Buck doubled down.

“I'm serious. They're always talking about how cool you are, how you're willing to help anyone with anything. They joke me about the faces I make when you're name is brought up, but they don't realize that they're the ones bringing up your name. You have nothing to prove to them, Tommy. Nothing to prove to anyone.”

Tommy wasn't completely sure about that, but he figured it was best not to argue.

*****

They fell into a comfortable silence the rest of the way home, keeping their hands together until they pulled into Tommy's driveway.

Tommy headed into the bathroom to shower, then waited in bed while Buck took his turn.

As soon as Buck was in bed, he held his arms out for Tommy to cuddle into. Tommy was glad he didn't ask. He had hoped that whatever he did in that escape room hadn't changed their relationship to the point of Buck questioning every touch. He could only remember little bits and pieces, coming back to him in embarrassing spurts.

He snuggled close into Buck's chest, wrapping an arm around his waist with the other tucked between the two of them. Buck held onto Tommy tight, his hands rubbing soothingly up and down Tommy's back.

“I think Eddie thinks that I- that that happened because of my time in the army,” Tommy spoke softly, his eyes closing at the comfort of Buck's touch.

Honestly, that's what Buck had been thinking too. “Was it... Was it not?”

“Not really. I mean, that didn't make it better. There were some things that happened there that were-” he stopped, that was a story for another time. “It goes back further than that though.”

“When you were a kid?”

“Mhm.” Tommy clung onto Buck's t-shirt. “I told you my dad wasn't a good man. That he was a lot like Gerrard.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Well, that's all true, but he was worse. A lot worse. When I was young he would... I- I would...”

Buck brought a hand to Tommy's hair, slowly carding through the loose curls. “You don't have to talk about it,” he told him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“I want to tell you everything.” Tommy's voice broke even as he spoke. He squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, taking in a shaky breath. “I just don't know if I can tonight.”

“That's fine. I'll be here when you're ready.”

“Will you...” He took another deep breath, “Will you hold me until I fall asleep?” That was something Tommy had never asked for before. Had never felt so comfortable with a partner to show any weakness. It was different with Evan though. He may be embarrassed that he had his breakdown in front of everyone, but there was no embarrassment with Evan.

Another kiss to the top of his head had him releasing any of the remaining tension from the night as Evan whispered against his skin, “I'll hold you forever, if you let me.”

Tommy knew long before tonight that he would.

[milaisreading]

Of a toddler and Loki's sanity

Warnings: Reader uses she/her, but since she is crossdressing, the guys use he/him on her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

🌱🩷: Ngl, I had so much fun writing these. Writing about toddler Blue Lock is very relaxing

Ego was pretty much at his wits end. If it wasn't for the few Blue Lock members who gave him hope that Japan will win the World cup, he would have left the job.

"Shut up already." Ego groaned as the 2 years old Charles started crying more and more. Loki had found the boy this morning and brought him to the office. He left the other French boy just for 10 minutes to look for a toy, and already chaos has started.

"Anri, please shut him up!" The woman groaned as she tried to look for something to pacify the toddler. There was nothing she could find.

"I am trying, Ego. But, we threw everything out after (Y/n) turned normal a few weeks ago." Anri argued back, only to realize the French boy had stopped crying.

"Huh?" Ego raised an eyebrow as he watched Charles blink at Anri for a few moments and then looked around the room.

"(Y/n)... (Y/n)..."

"Huh? That calmed him down?" Anri raised an eyebrow, moving closer to where Charles was. Ego was intrigued as well since the French player and (Y/n) didn't have many interactions to warrant this reaction.

"(Y/n)?" Anri repeated the name, only to watch Charles grin and nod his head.

"Do you want to see he-him! Do you want to see him?" Anri asked, quickly correcting herself.

"This is off..." Ego wondered as Loki finally came into the room, looking nervously at the adults.

"Found the item..." Loki gulped, handing Charles the plush toy.

"(Y/n)..." Charles giggled, hugging the plush version of (Y/n).

"Loki... where did you find that item?" Ego eyed the French player suspiciously.

"That's not important. Can we first focus on Charles and keeping him away from... you know who." Loki begged as he eyed the plushie Charles was busy playing with. Anri and Ego were a little spooked by everything, but nodded their heads. There wasn't much they could do, anyway.

"Sure..."

Well, keeping Charles away from (Y/n) proved to be a task since today of all days she came to practice with Shidou, Rin, Tokimitsu, and Karasu. Loki felt like the universe hated him by now as he watched Karasu and Shidou argue over something, and (Y/n) standing to the side. Loki thankfully didn't fully open the door, so Charles didn't see the (h/c)-haired girl.

"Hm?" The French toddler blinked at Loki, wondering why they didn't enter the room like planned.

"It's nothing.... let's do something else. I have a TV in my room, we can watch some cartoons." Loki smiled nervously as Charles quickly nodded his head. The captain thought that finally luck was on his side, until Karasu and Shidou decided to yell.

"Shut up, you maniac! (Y/n) will be in my team!"

"And I said Goodie two shoes will be my partner, Crow head!"

'Karasu and Shidou... I will make your lives a living hell.' Loki groaned as he saw Charles turn back to the door.

"(Y/n)..."

"You two, please stop arguing. Loki-san already works hard enough, he doesn't need to stop unnecessary fights as well." (Y/n) spoke up softly. The words caused Loki to let out a sigh of relief, at least someone cared.

'Why couldn't he be in my team instead?'Loki groaned as he picked Charles up, noticing the way his eyes widened.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)-" The midfielder started yelling, but before he could finish another word, Loki took off with him.

"I hate this job sometimes."

It took Loki a good hour to calm Charles down, but after coaxing the boy with cartoons, it eventually worked out.

"I am exhausted.... and it's only 14 o'clock..." The coach of the French stratum groaned to himself, glancing at Charles, who was immersed with some random cartoon that was running on the TV.

"At least he calmed down." Loki smiled softly when a knock was heard.

'Shit...' The boy gulped and slowly got up to the door, making sure not to catch Charles' attention.

"Yes?" Loki asked as he opened his door a little, sighing in relief when he saw it was Tokimitsu.

"Loki-san, the guys and I want to go eat lunch. (Y/n) thought we should invite you as well."

Loki was surprised that someone thought of him joining, especially someone from another team, but he was flattered.

"Oh.. uhm, thanks. But I can't. I am really not hungry." The coach answered, glancing at the distracted Charles.

"Are you sure? You shouldn't skip meals." Tokimitsu said in worry.

"I am not hungry now. Don't worry, ok?" Loki smiled reassuringly, and after a few more minutes Tokimitsu left him alone. Loki closed the door after and loomed back at Charles, who was looking back in confusion.

"Don't worry about it." He smiled, waving his hand.

"Loki-san, are you in there?"

'I knew this was too easy!' Loki cried inwardly as he heard (Y/n)'s voice and her knocking.

"I-I-"

"(Y/n)!!!" Charles yelled as he heard the other midfielder's voice, running towards the door.

"No! Charles!! Come back!" Loki yelled at the boy, who tried to open the door.

"Is that a kid inside? Is everything alright?" (Y/n)'s worried tone made Loki feel guilty as he grabbed onto Charles, pulling him away from the door.

'This toddler weights a ton!'

"I am coming in." (Y/n) warned as she slowly opened the door.

"Shit..." Loki mumbled as the girl walked in slowly, holding a tray of food in her hands.

"I brought you some lunch, in case you are hungry- Who is the kid?" (Y/n)'s eyes slowly widened as she saw Charles, who tried to fight himself out of Loki's grip.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!" Charles chanted with a grin as Loki gulped nervously. (Y/n) closed the door behind herself, looking at Loki in confusion.

"I... I can explain."

"Ok.... Is that a plushie of me?" (Y/n) wondered, noticing the item on the ground.

"I can't explain that."

"So... you have to babysit that bray now?" Kaiser asked in a displeased tone, watching as Charles cuddled up to the girl on the bed.

"Yep." (Y/n) said simply, going through a fairytale book with Chrales.

"Does he have to sleep in your bed?" Ness groaned, trying really hard not to pull Charles away from her.

"It's just for tonight. Loki-san needs some rest." (Y/n) shrugged her shoulders, not noticing Charles sending the German duo a smirk.

'That brat! Who does he think he is?!'

'I will kick his ass on the field!'

[lowkeyrobin]

Mcyt bbut a Karen makes their S/O cry? :0

It's the readers first ever encounter with one in the wild and at first Y/N just,,, tries to ignore the woman/leave but the Karen does the usual of not letting em leave and then Y/N gets overwhelmed and starts crying?-

BAHAHHAAB I LOVE FUCKING WRITINF ABOUT KARENS I CANNOT LMFAOOOOOO ; thank you for the request lol ; I got a random strike of writers block halfway through and its very obvious I'm sorry

MCYT ; wild karen encounter

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language, iterations of homophobia/transphobia & fatphobia, Karen activity, reader is described as nonbinary

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

you two went different ways while clothes shopping and you were looking at more fem/masc (whichever doesn't conform with your sex) clothing

you felt someone glaring daggers at you so you glanced up and saw some random ass woman staring at you, accompanied by her 13ish year old son

she started making remarks about how you shouldn't be looking at those clothes and it's not "modest" for a little young man/woman like you

like mf you're nonbinary huh

you try to ignore her, meanwhile her son looks SO uncomfortable and wants to very obviously leave

she starts recording you out of no where to call you slurs and the sons just like "mom stop" and of course she doesn't

you end up crying and trying to hide it while you defend yourself but you get quickly overstimulated and flustered

the yelling caught Tommy's attention so he quickly walks over like "woah, woah, woah, what's going on?"

and she starts SCREAMING at poor Tommy about you

he looks at you literally wiping your tears while she's STILL recording it and he just peacefully flames her ass

"it doesn't matter what the hell they wear, clothes don't have gender and I could care less about what my partner buys and wears and how they express themselves. go post that to Facebook and look like a fuckin' idiot."

he pulls you away to the changing rooms so you can talk in private and eventually try on the clothes you were looking for

while he was going that he got a hold of a nearby security officer and told them about the situation since you'd both been illegally recorded on the premises of the store

he didn't wanna press charges for you or anything but at least wanted the woman escorted out to look more like a dumbass, considering the security guard had to call the police because what she did was a crime

couple days later you found the video and bodycam footage of the woman being detained and arrested for resisting arrest and recording someone without consent on private property, which is marked as a felony where you live

live laugh love Tommy bc everyone in the video description was hyping him up and saying how bad they felt for you and even the son 🫶

RANBOO

dude you can't even go grocery shopping without people bitching about you guys

you were just trying to pick out some chips and this lady walks past with a scoff

ran quickly turns around like, "Sorry, can we help you?"

she quickly starts yelling about how you gay people are all going to hell and shit

ranboo quickly spits back but you get overstimulated and really take it to heart and you tear up a bit

the lady notices and points it out

she then follows you around the store, yelling at you and shit while they're on the phone dialing the non emergency police line because wtf is wrong w this lady???

before you're questioned and after she's detained, you guys stand alone and try to calm yourself down because you were just getting really stressed about it because wtf do you even do in that situation

gives you a big hug and reassures you that it's okay to cry

he's generally just proud of you in general for being able to hold yourself together for the most part

FREDDIE BADLINU

you two were going out for a little movie date, and dressed in tuxedos to watch Saw X

some dumbass dude was making snarky comments to his wife about you two considering you were holding hands while ordering snacks

Freddie turns around, having heard the guy talking about you thinking he dropped something "can I help you?" He asks in the nicest tone possible

the man and his wife both start making nasty comments about "this generation going to hell" and how you're brainwashing Freddie or something???

you almost immediately start crying because you're trying to ignore it and talk to the girl behind the counter filling your popcorn bucket who doesn't know what to do

she quickly pushes the security button under the counter because she can see your distress and how Freddie was just like stunned as he looked between the couple and you cause like wth

once they're escorted out you're the first in the theater so you guys sit there and talk it all out because you got really overwhelmed

he gives you a hug and reassures you that you did nothing wrong and you're gonna enjoy the movie

the dude had a warrant out for his arrest for not paying child support anyways L

NIKI NIHACHU

you two were out on a walk in a park holding hands and shit and passed this little family down by the creek

the mom just goes full fucking demon mode and starts recording you guys and shouting at you

niki quickly retaliated with a "leave us alone!" before walking off

you were visibly pretty shaken but she reassures you everything is okay and she probably wasn't even recording

she ends up finding the video a few days later

thankfully all the comments were supporting you two and flaming the lady's ass lmao

QUACKITY

you guys were out doing stuff (getting shit at home depot for quackitys new house and peojects) and some Karen was judging your abilities to handy-man basically

"actually, my partner is the best handyman I know! so shut the fuck up"

the Karen immediately goes to the front to get a manager or some shit

meanwhile yall quickly checkout and leave

while leaving you see her getting detained for resisting an officer with violence and threatening an officer 🥰

that becomes a story you tell at every single "family reunion" (meetup with friends)

he still boasts about yelling at someone like that

FOOLISH GAMERS

you guys were out getting snacks for a movie night with friends that were staying over

some Karen made a comment how you needed to go on a diet or some shit since you were the one carrying the basket full of unhealthy snacks

foolish quickly whips around and flames her ass

you just kinda stand there like "wtf"

foolish slings an arm around your shoulders and leads you away since she wouldn't stop blabbering and was threatening to call the cops for some reason

back in the car he reassures you that you do not need to go on a diet and you don't need to listen to the lady whatsoever

movie night was 10/10 you watched Barbie & roasted Saltburn bc that movie wasn't good like at all

[pynkgothicka]

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Synopsis - After your husband passes, your therapist gives you a new opportunity to be with him. (Part one of The Monster Series.)

Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Android! Jeon Jungkook x Widower! Fem! Reader

Featuring - Steven Yuen

Tags and Warnings - Violence, Death, Yelling

Authors Note - One down 5 more to go

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“Ma'am, he's not coming back.”

You stared in shock at the body on the side of the road. Your husband was laying dead a bullet wound in his chest and you couldn't do anything about it.

“Kook…. No…. Kook….”

The cop there had to physically drag you away. You crying and sobbing as you watched him get dragged away.

But that was a long time ago.

Sitting down in your therapists office had you in a daze, your mind on a constant loop of that night. Hands covering your tear stained eyes. “Miss Jeon, his death was over a year ago. Yet you can't seem to get past it. Why is that?” Your therapist commented as she sat in the chair in front of you.

“I miss him, he was my life. Jeon Jungkook was my everything.” You said looking down at your lap. “I sit in the house he saved up to buy for us and I'm just surrounded by him.”

“He was taken when you needed him most…”

“You know this… Why are you asking me this?” You say looking at her with a aggravated look on your face.

Your therapist let out a sigh before reaching into her desk. He then handed you a card. On the front read DEATH.

Deceased

Electric

Android

Therapeutic

Humanoid

“Take it. You need it. Call the number on the back and they'll set everything up.”

🤖

That's what led you to sitting in a random office. You came about 30 minutes before after setting up a appointment.

The entire building had this futuristic build to it. Every light had a light neon blue glow to them. And almost everything was automated through technology. Outside the large glass window and saw all sorts of people with androids in general. It was kind of creepy yet sad knowing what the company was for.

“Hello Mrs. Jeon. I heard about your situation.” You were pulled out of your gaze as a man in a sleek white lab coat walked in. His name tag read, Lead Scientist Mr. Yuen. “It's quiet, sad really. Having your husband taken from you at such a crucial part of the relationship.” He walked to sit behind the desk in front of you.

“Yes, so… what exactly do you guys do?” You ask trying to pull away from the topic of your husbands demise.

“Well,” He pulls out a hard drive, written on the front in sharpie the letters JJK. “This is your husband's entire consciousness. We'd gotten access to your husband's brain. Your lucky he was a organ donor.”

You could feel tears prick your eyes. Your husband was right there.

He was so close.

“We take this and put it into a android. That android is as close to a human as we could get it. Even the skin feels realistic. Height, weight, even a replica of all that junk down there. Practically a one to one ratio.” Mr. Yuen chuckles. “And this will cost nothing as our company is pretty new. We really just need people to say what we offer works.”

You were desperate. You do care anymore, it was something. You nodded as Mr Yuen smiled and placed a stack of paperwork in front of you. “He'll be ready for you in a few hours.”

🤖

You sat in a lounge area waiting patiently. You looked mindlessly through a magazine, trying to be as level headed as possible.

“Mrs Jeon!”

Your head shot up at the sound of your name being called. It took you a bit to stand up but when you did you were in shock.

There he stood.

The love of your life.

Jeon Jungkook.

“Baby?”

His voice sounded exactly the same. It was him. Your mind was clouded at being reunited with him, and all you could do was cry and run towards him. You hugged him, and you could feel him hug you back. His strength showed as he nearly crushed you.

“Okay okay you have to let go!” You said giggling. Jungkook did, him looking at you with nothing but love and adoration. You looked at the side of his forehead seeing a blue ring of light.

It reminded you of what this actually was. And how this wasn't actually him…

“It doesn't have to be there…” Jungkook said looking at your eyes on the led light. You watched in bewilderment as his skin tone covered the blue circular ring. “Is that better?”

You nod mindlessly as you take Jungkooks cheeks in your hands to kiss him.

It was quick but needed.

Even his lips were just as soft as Jungkooks.

Mr. Yuen stood off to the side and when he felt it was needed walked up to you to shake your hand.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you Mrs Jeon. If you have any issues please do call.”

🤖

Things started to go wrong almost a week into bringing him home. You were seated on the couch with him, going through a old photo album. You were pointing out memories the both of you had, trying to see if he had the memories of your lost love.

And he was struggling.

“Kook, baby… you don't remember this?” You said pointing towards your first date. He'd taken you to go to a book store. But He just stared at it trying to process what he saw but he just couldn't.

“I'm sorry. I can't… I don't remember.” Jungkook said putting his head into his hands. “I-I’m so sorry.” It sounded as if he was crying, which was something you didn't even know he could do. Then again he is supposed to be the closest thing to a human.

With a shakey hand you patted his back trying to comfort him. Then your wrapped your arms around him, kissing the side of his face. “It's okay. Trust me we'll get through this one step at a time. I should be apologizing, I tried forcing way too much onto you.” You say kissing the top of his head once again.

“I don't get it… I don't fucking get it.” He growled the grip on his head getting harsher. He then reeled his head back and slammed it into the coffee table. You quickly grab his shoulders to pull him back.

“Kook! Kook! Stop!” You yelled as he struggled against you, trying to punish himself. He then seemingly stopped, artificial tears cascading down his face.

“What happened…?” He asked looking at you with those same soft eyes you fell for.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

🤖

You spend about a month with your new android husband, his mood changes still existing. But you looked past them, and instead just tried to work with him.

Like now you two were on a date and Jungkook was a gentleman and his usual playful self.

“Honestly I like eating. It's something about all those textures in your mouth that just make the experience!” Jungkook stated describing eating as if it was the best thing in the world. But all you could do was laugh at his antics. You wish you had that much joy for living.

Jungkook stared at you dumbfounded. “What's so funny?” He said beginning to laugh with you.

“Your just, so amused by seemingly little things. It's kind of funny.” You reply smiling. This was almost reminiscent of how you and your actual husband were. That was until the waiter cam around for about the 5th time that night. Jungkook would get more angry by the minute anytime he was around. Like now, as Jungkook stopped laughing and side eyed the waiter as he passed the drinks. As soon as he left you spoke up, “Kook, baby you have to calm down.”

“I'm calm. He just needs to leave us alone.” He seethes under his breath.

Then the waiter returns.

And Jungkook shoots up, grabs his arm and begins to yell at him. “Leave us the fuck alone!” People gasp as the waiter groans out. “Man you're bruising me!” The waiter says trying to prey Jungkook off. You get up and grab his shoulder.

“Let go! Let go now!” You yell and Jungkook almost immediately retracts his grasp. Your left embarrassed, and finally state that this is the last straw as you leave in a hurry.

🤖

“Hi I was told to call this number if I something was wrong with my product.” You stood outside on the porch of your house.

“Ma'am. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do.” The receptionist replies. Your face furrows as you raise your voice.

“What? There's obviously something wrong, my husband has never acted this way. I need to talk Dr Yuen. Please!” You practically begged.

“Ma'am. DEATH company has ceased to exist. Too many bugs, and you seem to have one. I say either get rid of the product or live with it. Good day.” Then the phone hangs up.

The first option was out of the question.

You couldn't see him die again.

But you didn't know how much longer you could live with the android. His mood swings become more and more drastic every day.

With a heavy head and heart you walked back in, bumping into Jungkooks hard chest.

“You think something is wrong with me.” He said solemnly.

“Kook baby, no… you're just… I think….” You couldn't even muster up a excuse for him. “It's just that… your not… my husband…”

You tried to walk past him but he moved in your way. “I'm not? Then why do I have all these thoughts? Why do I consistently feel plagued by him?” He spat at you. You moved to one side and quickly went the other way around him. “My mind is filled with you! His thoughts about you … I'm him!”

“Calm down… Please! I'm- I didn't mean what I said!” You beg putting your hands up as a act of defense. Jungkook seethed grabbing at his hair. He moved it forcibly.

“Is it this?” He yelled showing the led ring on the side of his skull. “Is it the fact that your “husband” wasn't a robotic freak!” You quickly love your footing falling onto the carpet. You felt a sharp pain in your arm as your forced to drag yourself away.

In fear, you watched as Jungkook took to a nearby mirror throwing it to the ground. You screamed as glass shot near him everywhere. He picked up a sizeable piece and took it to the side of his head. “I can change… I will change…” He then began to cut at the piece, all the while stepping towards you. He yanked it out throwing the circle to the side.

Jungkook now stood over you.

“Am I like him now? Am I your perfect husband….” He taunted. You shake your head no as you cried beneath his form. He just smiled. “Your lying… and in denial. Look at that arm… you broke it. All because you tried to get away from me.”

“Your…. you're not my husband. Your a monster.” You said with finality. The pain in your arm made your vision spotty.

“No baby… I'm your love. And I'm not leaving anytime soon.”

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[savi0rr]

I READ SOME OF UR STONE X READER STORIES AND I LOV EMMMM^^

May I request a stone x rich reader where stone n reader r close friends/like each other,and the reader lets Stone in their house(guess their parents r on vacation or smth LMAO) bc stone was bein chased by the police after he was caught pickpocketing/robbing,,,,,and they just wait till the police leaves(maybe the police even knocks on reader's door n the reader lies to the police that they haven't seen seen any hobos running around,,,MAYBE THE POLICE EVEN INSPECTS THE HOUSE N STONE IS TRYIN TO HIDE IN READER'S APARTMENT???MAYBE PRETENDS TO BE A LAMP LMFAOOO)

but basically Stone n reader just talking in reader's place,,,,

SRY IF ITS TOO MUCH,,,UUWAAAAAAAAAHHH

hope u'll have a gr8 day/night:3

YOU BROUGHT THE POLICE TO MY HOUSE

Stone x Rich! Reader

a/n: HELP I CAN SEE HIM BEING A LAMP AND STILL NOT GETTING CAUGHT 💀💀😭

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“Stone?” You opened the door, confused. Stone was standing on the other side, holding a bag full of just random shit he had just stolen. “Hey.” He said, looking around before he walked passes you. “I—okay…” You sighed, before shutting the door. “What brings you here today?” You asked, watching him laid down on your couch. “Oh, I’m running from the police.” Stone said as he kicked off his shoes.

“Again?!” “Yeah…the lady caught me. She was super pissed.” Stone said as he light his cigarette. “Your parents not home?” He asked as he held his cigarette between his fingers. “Nope, they’re on some trip.” You sighed leaning over the couch. “If you bring the police to my house I will kill you.” You said, pointing your finger at him, your eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah yeah…I doubt they would come look over here.” Stone said as he got more comfy on your couch. “What did you even steal anyways?” You asked, titling your head to the side. “A few bracelets, not sure why the lady was literally having a stroke.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“How long are your parents out of town?” Stone asked, looking up at you, raising an eyebrow. “Two weeks.” You said, walking over and sitting in a chair next to the couch. “For their jobs…which is lame.” You sighed, leaning back against the back of the chair. “But it just means you can probably stay here, along with Vinnie and Skipp.” Stone nodded, puffing out smoke from his lips. “Thanks. It’s been getting chilly at night. Maybe you could warm me up.” “STONE!” “I’m kidding…kinda.”

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The two of you talked for the next thirty minutes, before hearing a loud knock on the door. “Ramshackle police open up!” A male voice yelled from the other side of the front door. You and Stone jumped.

“Really?!” You whispered yelled to Stone, who only groaned. “Damn it…” He muttered as he slowly sat up, running his fingers through his hair. “Go—hide or something!” You said, before you stood up and walked to the front door.

You opened it, being greeted by over ten officers. You gulped. “Officers—what can I do for you?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowed. “Good day, we have had several reports of people being robbed today. And we have a reason to believe that you are hiding the suspect in your home.” One officer said, his hands resting on his hips.

“Oh my, no not at all sir.” You gasped, placing your hand over your chest. “I’m alone here, no one else is here.” You said, shaking your head. “May we just check?” Another officer spoke up. “Don’t you need a—“ The officers didn’t care for an answer, only shoving themselves into your home. “I—okay then.” You grumbled frowning. You watched as the officers looked around the place. Your eyes landed on Stone, who was standing in the corner of your living room with a lamp shade over his head. You face palmed, shaking your head. “Fucking idiot…”

You noticed the officers noticed him, but they didn’t say anything. “Hah! No idiot would ever be a lamp.” One officer chuckled as he stared at Stone, not realizing it was a whole person. “Yeah, someone stupid would believe that.”

“How did you get jobs…let alone get this far in life.” You muttered, leaning against your couch.

After ten minutes, the officers left. “Stone. How do you do it?” You asked, lifting the lamp shade off of his head. He had a smug grin on his face. “No idea.”

[strawberymilku]

Playing Dangerous

featuring: Police!Leone Abbacchio x Fem!Reader

genres: nsfw!, crimes, mention of: thugs, arson, mafia, car sex, oral sex, blowjob, dirtytalk, one night stand, fingering, doggy style, praises, police theme, corrupt, minor gunplay

a/n: i was rewatching jojo, and ive been wanting to write a police smut with lana del rey lyrics as prompt, and my bf wnted to collab so i just had to write it. not proofread yet. might do part 2 for it. word: 4k, a bit long but it was worth it.

The woman was speeding for sure, but Abbacchio could doubt if she was the witness or the culprit for committing arson, Abbacchio heard the sound of the motorcycle approaching, and he turned to face the direction in which it was coming. It was heading straight in his direction-? He wasn't sure if the person on the bike was who he suspected it to be, but he raised his revolver as the bike came closer..it certainly looked suspicious...

"Why you?!" she yelled, cursing, he was brave enough that he did not care if he died to get her, pulling him on the side of the motorbike, with a swift dash, saving his life as he was at the back of her motorbike. It was the work of the Stand for sure, but sadly the man couldn’t see Stands like that yet but just felt someone lift him on her motorbike. That certainly caught him off guard. Was she just riding directly into him? The situation was unclear...Was she trying to run him over? To escape-? He was surprised at how quickly she acted. He could have been killed if it hadn't been for her, which meant..she couldn't be the arsonist, but she still looked suspicious..and yet she saved his life... Yet her actions are justified yet "Kill me later, what is wrong with you, you would be run across in my wheels," she had a gangly Italian accent, still on the motorbike with huge speed. "Am I getting a ticket for speeding too?" she said sarcastically. He looked at her back where a group of thugs were still chasing over her. Leone had a stunned look on his face. She was certainly lively, and rather..crude. He certainly wasn't expecting that attitude from a potential arsonist, but for some odd reason he didn't feel threatened by her- in fact, he was rather intrigued- she hadn't even noticed his police uniform. After a few moments of stunned silence, he finally replied

"Ah...I'm a police officer. But I can't just let anyone ride at such high speeds..why are you speeding away from people?" "They are after me, whaddya think," she went into different roads taking a lot of turns as the gang lost track of her, after minutes of having the stranger at the back, they stopped in a random alleyway, with a big sigh, she realized it was the cop, not that she’s afraid of him anyways. "It's my job to keep the streets safe and look out for suspicious behaviour- like someone on a motorcycle riding at dangerously high speeds in a residential area."

The suspicious behaviour mentioned included the arson incident at the local gas station that happened not a day ago. Although he didn't outright believe her, he decided to look into her claim. For now, he'd only ask questions to get a grip on the situation.

"May I ask what you were doing around that area where the suspected arson took place?"

"Arson? You think I'd commit arson-" Her lighter got pulled from her pocket, he was daring enough to get that from her leather jacket. "No, please, I'm a smoker," she pulled out her cigarettes to counter his proof. The policeman took a second to think. It would be highly unusual for someone to commit a criminal offense like arson just to cover up smoking. At the same time, he had no evidence proving her guilty yet. He decided to ask another more personal question.*  

"Why were they on your tail to begin with? Do you know why these gang members were after you?" That was a sensitive topic for a mafia’s daughter, no way she could leak her identity out like that. "Yes I do, I have my own reasons, which place was getting burned again?" she tilted her head, as she was demanded to show her license, but she looked reluctant to show it.

 There was still the issue of the gang members after her that he had to inquire about.

"The Shell station at the corner of Via Maddaloni and Via Caracciolo."

"I was at a Hilton Hotel I swear, you can get the evidence," she raised her arms, showing everything from her pocket. Everything seemed suspicious to Abbacchio, no way he could get information out of her mouth like that, so the best way was to flip her body quickly, putting her hands at his back as he slapped the metal handcuffs on her wrists, locking it. He was unsure why he did that but he believed this was the best way. She sighed, "My dad will be killing me if he finds out I’m going to be late,” it was too much for just speeding up in a motorbike.

He couldn’t help but raise a small smirk. Her hands being cuffed behind her back gave him a fair idea of what he could do to her.

"I suppose you aren't very much of a good girl?"

*"Everybody knows that I'm a good girl, officer,"* she replied still with her hands on her back as she was forced to walk back to where his car was. He let out a small laugh. It was rather amusing how easily she was acting so calm over being handcuffed and detained. Even if this incident would end up being a dead end for the arson case, he was still curious. She was just detained for being a suspect, just yet. Things are getting exciting.

"And exactly what is your name, miss?" 

“Y/N,” she grunted still feeling her wrist already from the handcuffs. “Well then Y/N, too bad, you will be a warrant for, ‘reckless driving, running through stop signs, driving at dangerously high speeds, running through red lights- and for suspicion of arson. You have the right to remain silent,” he said in a stern tone, he couldn’t help but smile at her rolling her eyes. *"No, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure,"* she tried to pout her lips to use a charm on him, thinking he would let her go this time.

Abbacchio's smirk grew wider, as he tried not to laugh at her attempt at seduction.

"I don't think a pout will suffice for an excuse in court."

Her attitude was amusing he thought. Usually, people would be acting aggressively, but she seemed to have accepted the situation quite easily.

"Ah yeah, my dad told me not to talk to the police, because I can demand rights for a lawyer," she tried to rethink again, trying to stay silent as they slowly walked back to his car. She had the attitude of a spoiled teenager, but he couldn't help but be amused. Usually, people would be threatening legal action, not talking about their parents, but she was a different case.

"Your father told you not to talk to the police..? Is he one of those who would try to bribe officers to avoid arrest?"

"Oh really, does he?" she grinned, still using her legs to take sweet sweet time back to the car, it was taking so long than usual just to stall time as much as she could. She was certainly being flirty for someone who had just been arrested.

"If you're expecting me to be charmed you certainly have a poor way of showing it."

Though she certainly was charming..but he'd rather stay professional at the moment. He’s a committed policeman after all. "Am I going to jail for this?" her shoulders slouched at him trying to repeat what she committed as if he were his mom. “Like, *the house is already on fire right, I swear I’m not a liar,*” she added to him to second guess his decisions.

Abbacchio gave her a skeptical look. She definitely wasn't being completely honest. But what she said about the house being on fire definitely seemed more believable than her being the arsonist. It seemed like these gang members came after her for something else. He decided to ask just to confirm his suspicions.

“I’m not asking about the arson crime, I’m asking how are you related to those thugs, it’s very dangerous you know,” he tried to squeeze more questions to get more information out of her.

The girl didn’t reply, it was indeed a chilly night, her lips were quivering from the cold, even if she had the leather jacket on her. “Are you cold?” he asked with concern in his eyes, his hands on her handcuffs, yet pulling her close to him, trying to walk back where he came from.

*“Well, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for asking.”* she smiled at him to look up at him with her eye smile.

"Did you owe them money? Did you have their illegal drugs? What's your ties to these gang members?" "Tell me do you always work so late?" she didn't answer his question, as she had the right not to though. She was very charming, but also very stubborn- he almost found it admirable. Maybe he should've taken her up on her earlier offer of charm. She seemed very confident in her ability to seduce him. It could be the right moment to give in to temptation.

"It's my job to watch the late night shift, what does my work schedule have to do with your involvement with gangs?"

*"Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?"* she tried to pull it out but it was not to avail. Still, she didn’t give up yet to flirt with him. Abbacchio gave her a small laugh at the girl, this was the moment for which he was hoping. That is, she was very much starting to flirt with him- so now was the perfect time to reciprocate. 

"Are you sure you're not trying to get me to take the cuffs off?"   

It might just be wishful thinking, but it certainly looked like she was trying to flirt. He was hoping for it anyway, and now she had given him the right opportunity by attempting to pull her cuffs off... But he must stay professional right?

*"Let's get in the back of your cop car, officer?"* she asked a question, still finding ways to flirt with him last minute possible. Finally, they arrived at the car that had printed ‘Polizia’ on it. “Playtime is over, get in the car,” he tried to stay in a demanding tone. The ‘officer’ word did get the man inhaled deeply, oh the things he could do with her right now, as he placed her in the backseat of the car, respectfully, restraining himself from touching her. He’s a good policeman, he couldn’t be doing that. *"You can ask me anything you want, anything, like anything,"* she smiled as he slowly fell for her trap, he decided to sit in the backseat, for a while, closing the car door behind him, and locking it, giving her a dirty smirk. Abbacchio chuckled and shook his head at her flirtatious comments, yet he also realized just how tempting the situation was.

"Anything, hmm?"

He thought for a bit. His mind started to wonder as he looked down at her. She was very appealing.

"What would you do, if I decided to uncuff you- right now?" "I don't know, officer," she looked at his lips then back to him. "You do like purple lipstick, don't you, what is it? Givenchy brand?" she joked, in between, giving a mysterious appeal to the policeman wanting to give in to his desires.

"Good guess. Though I may need more than just your beauty alone to convince me."

"Like what, officer?" she leaned closer towards his neck, it was rather a risqué attempt, she was down to play with fire too, from the looks in his eyes. Leone bit his lip slightly but he still tried to hold back, he wanted to stay professional and focused. But his heart couldn't help but race as she got close. He wondered how this would end...if there was a way he could fall for the trap.

The smell of her perfume hit his nose making it that much harder to focus. He was very tempted. She seemed to have been waiting for him to reply for a minute now. *"Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger?"* she'd be the one asking questions here instead, how the tables have turned, touching his chest on his police uniform, with her fingertips. This made him raise an eyebrow, the question she had just asked was a little unexpected. Though given he was staring directly at her lips he couldn't deny that he was rather tempted to take it as a sign. But he decided to answer nonetheless.

"I don't have a girlfriend..not at the moment anyway." "*Well that's interesting, have you thought of dating a* **mafia's daughter?**" she replied, dropping the biggest hint of all time, until he realized, no wonder why the gang was after her. He should let her go right? The thought of having her as a girlfriend was still tempting..her attractiveness, her flirtatious attitude, it was too much to ignore.

"Are you offering?" "Maybe I am, offering you a taste?" she leaned closer towards him slowly. It was obvious, that she a tease, still not kissing him, just yet, but their faces were just inches apart. Abbacchio held his breath. Her words were tempting, her attitude was tempting..and her lips were certainly tempting- all she had to do was just close the space between them and they'd be locked in a passionate kiss...

He felt like he might die if he didn't go through with their kiss. He wanted to play her game and play it perfectly. Her words had been tempting since she said them and he could only answer with one answer. 

Abbacchio took in a deep breath and nodded his head. **The flames are getting higher, and so is his desire. It's kind of exciting, don't you think?

"Am I playing a dangerous game, officer?" she teased, still not kissing him, just yet, she wanted to see how far this would go.

The policeman was gritting his teeth in anticipation. It was a dangerous game she was playing, and he knew he shouldn't play it. She was involved with the mafia after all. But the temptation was too much to pass up. He had to do it. The smell of her perfume still lingered, making it much more inviting.

"It's a very dangerous game." 

Abbacchio finally caved in. He knew he couldn't control himself anymore. He closed the distance and pulled her towards him, giving in their passionate kiss. She crashed on her lips softly, melting right down on this gothic policeman, without shame, he was worth a one-night stand, but she didn't really care, their kisses became hotter and hotter each second, he gripped her body, forcing her onto his thighs, looking up at her. Their kiss has started to deepen. His lips brushed against hers as he pulled her even closer. This girl..she was too irresistible. Her flirting and teasing, even the danger of her being involved with the mafia. He just wanted more. She touched his badge and looked up at him. "Abbacchio was it?" she kissed him once more, not enough of his kisses, at this point the purple lipstick has been worn off at this point, some even staining her lips.

"That is my name, yes." "So officer~" the way she said was so enticing, 

"What am I supposed to do now?" she felt his hands roaming all across her body, as if he owned her right here, no tonight, he could do whatever he wanted for tonight. 

"Will I be forgiven for this, officer?" she was like a crime he must commit just for tonight, a sin he wouldn't regret doing, for sure.

"I guess I'll have to figure out how to punish you for this..for now though, I'm sure you don't mind my hands on your body, hmm?"

His smile was quite teasing too and even though he was trying to appear professional, it was clear he was enjoying this quite a lot. He leaned back in and began kissing her again. He gave her a look that told her he was enjoying this as his hands stayed firmly on her hips. “Let’s make this exciting for the both of us,” he pulled out his revolver from his waistband, pointing at her head. He must tried it out at least, he needed to have the upper hand as well. "Officer, I will do anything to repent," her words were dripping as if it was made of honey, she wasn’t even fazed the gun barrel was pointed at her head, biting her lips. Things have gotten out of hand. "You will, will you?" he grinned of mischievous how he liked her under his power.

"How about you tell me what you'd do to repent- and I'll think about it and see if it's enough of a punishment for you." "First, I'd unbuckled that belt of yours and..." her eyes trailed downwards at the seat at the bulge forming in his navy blue pants and up to his golden purple eyes, that would be enough for his imagination to do the rest of the work. “Okay then, get to work, don’t just be an all talk,” he pressed the revolver harder on her skin, geez this man was full of sass, which made her actually take off his pants, obeying his orders, just as he wanted her to. "Oh, please don't shoot me yet, Mr Polizia, I will be good," she unravelled his hard cock from his underwear, palming it between her small hands trying to please him, her handcuffs were still on.

"So you'll be a better girl if I don't shoot you?"

He looked down at her with a teasing and tempting look, she was really quite the girl. This was the most teasing, dangerous girl he had ever come across on the job. “You know your small hands aren’t in good use, use your mouth,” he demanded, pointing the gun directly at her and even though he wasn't gonna shoot, she could clearly see the barrel against her. He looked at her with a teasing grin. She looked so pretty under him, and all the power he had on her. She nodded at his orders, bending down, licking his wet tip for a while, which made him have a satisfying moan, his impulse made him push his right hand on her head, pushing her mouth closely for the blowjob. His breath was shaky already as he felt every part of her mouth on his dick, he felt as if he was on cloud nine, it was all worth it. Worth it from a tiring shift, she was trying to suck him good, she looked like she was an expert at this, feeling his tip pushed against her throat, she was trying to be his only little good girl, a good girl just for Mr Policeman right here. Oh, how he’d wish he could possibly want her every night. Her mouth was starting to tire her, as all her saliva was all around his base, “Abbacchio, sir, are you satisfied yet?” she looked up at him for his mercy, for his approval, for his attention, with those orbs. “Not yet, I wanted to cum on your face,” he pointed the gun at her, demanding to resume her lips to work again. Her head bobbed again and again, trying to please him as much as she could, deepthroating him, her tongue twirling on his length. She liked how much vocal he was, praising her, for her good use of the mouth.

“My god, you weren’t lying when you said you will have your mouth in good use,” that was the best blowjob he received in his life so far, feeling every orgasm trying to rip from his heated skin. After minutes of torturing her throat, he finally gave in, painting on her face with his white liquids, with a satisfied smug face. “Uh, uh, uh, mi amore,��� he had a menaced look over her with a tsk, “Who said I was done with you?” for a policeman like him, having stamina could be true. He bent her over, his gun still pointing at her. The time to show who is the monster here, not giving her a break.

“Look here, girl, *if you can't stand the heat. Then stay out of the fire,*” he groped all over breasts, throwing the gun away on the floor of the car. She happened to listen all to his command, like a good little girl, he pulled down her bottom clothing, his fingers trying to play her folds through her underwear, trying to tease her. “Oh, your cunt is wet here, *you might get what you desire*,” he put the underwear aside, rubbing on her clit, trying to gain some moans from her. Things are starting to get interesting. “I’m not putting on anything, yeah, just to warn you,” his cock tried to get between her wet folds, just like that. “I-uh, policia, please don’t you have a condom-” her mouth was shoved with the finger he got her pussy juices on. “Lick it up,” she couldn’t deny such requests from the hot officer, licking it, while he kept pounding her behind her back. Not enough, he needed to feel every wall of her just like that. “I’m going raw, so shut your pretty mouth like that,” He had an enormous speed, gripping her waist, her arms against the tinted glass, the car starting to fog up from the movements, “Listen here, little girl, and listen good,” he raised her body good, her boobs all over the window glass at this point, she screamed more as her G spot has been getting all this abuse from the sudden position.

“Please, please, have mercy on me, officer-” her words were cut as he pushed his fingers in her throat, attempting to shut her mouth. This man is indeed wild, the luckiest night for a girl like her. **”Even if you scream, or beg me to stop, or have mercy, I’m not stopping,”** he rutted inside her cunt as if it was meant to be shaped by his large cock.

“Not until I’m satisfied,” he hummed, using it as if she was a toy she was made just for him to fuck her. Her cries and moans filled the whole street, think to their luck no one was in the streets, a few maybe. Do you this man cares? No? **“Not like you can stop me anyways, hmm?”** he didn’t stop his thrusts, her pussy aching from all the movements, their moans were in unison. She was already tired at this point, getting the slaps on her buttocks, his hand making her chin move just to kiss him as he kept railing behind her back, his lusts and desires being fulfilled by this one girl. “If you keep doing like that, I might-” she panted for air, she needed for a moment there, “I might, cum~” her body squealed in pleasure, holding all her sanity.

It was prolonged sex for sure, he finally had to urge to orgasm, he pulled out in time, cumming all over her body, she really looked pretty as if he was the artist, painting more cum on the belly. “Know your place, just like that,” he looked coldly into her eyes, he didn’t have time for this right? The aftercare was little, he threw her tissues and a bottle of water he had in the car, putting on his clothes, he did let her go this time, unlocking her sore wrists, and going back to his driver seat. 

He did drove her back to her motorbike was at, even opening the door for her to get out, after minutes of silence, he kissed her forehead softly, like a gentleman would, before he finally let her go. But one thing for sure is that it was one of the best nights he’d ever had with a girl. A sucker for romance, *lovin’ a hurricane*

part 2?

[aaronhotchnersworld]

Forever and Always

Aaron Hotchner x bau wife reader

summary: Aaron helps reader during a rough case

——

“the unsub killed 4 teenage girls and has been dumping them at random locations so-” Derek began to say before being cut off by Aaron’s phone ringing.

A few seconds go by before Aaron speak, “they found another body, teenage girl. let’s go.”

We’ve been here, in florida, for two weeks attempting to catch this unsub. The unsub had been kidnapping teenage girls, killing them and dumping their bodies in random areas. It’s been extremely draining, especially for you.

Everyone is stressed, you and Aaron had a disagreement about the case yesterday which ended in an argument and now you aren’t even speaking to each other.

You normally ride in the suv with Aaron, but you decided to ride in the other one.

You hop in an SUV with Spencer, David, and JJ. You sit in the back and lean your head against the window.

“you okay y/n?” JJ asks you.

“yeah i’m just- this unsub is killing these poor girls so brutally and Aaron and I aren’t even speaking,” you sigh.

“I know it’s tough. Aaron is just frustrated, we all are. I’m sure you guys will be okay once we finish this case.”

“yeah you’re right this is just so hard.”

“I know, i’m sorry. let me know if you need anything y/n,” she says softly.

“thank you JJ.”

“of course y/n.”

As you all pull into the parking lot of the next crime scene, the florida weather seemed to be picking up resulting in the body of the teenage girl smelling horrible.

Aaron and David walk over towards the sheriff, Spencer and JJ walk into the abandoned building towards the body to look for any clues, while Derek and Emily begin searching around the building for anything, which just leaves you.

You decide to walk inside the old abandoned building, following Spencer and JJ but a police officer comes up to you and begins talking.

She behinds spitting out facts about the poor teenage girl, her age, her features, how she was killed.

The anxious feeling continued to rise as she spoke.

You went over to the body after she was done speaking. As you looked at the poor teenage girl, it all became too much and you felt like you were going to throw up and you couldn’t breathe.

You turn around and exit the building, the summer heat only making you feel worse.

You walk to the back of the building and feel slightly relieved that no one else is back here.

You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you try your best to breathe but you can’t.

You can feel yourself begin to shake and you can’t control it. You feel a hand on your back which makes you jump.

“it’s okay it’s just me.”

Aaron.

“I- I can’t- br- breath.”

He grabs your hand softly and guides you towards the bench, making you sit down.

He kneels down in front of you.

“look at me sweetheart.”

You do as he says.

“what- what’s happ- happening,” you choke out.

“you’re having a panic attack, it’s okay you’re okay. follow my breathing,” he tells you softly as he strokes your hand.

“Aaron- I- I can’t.”

“yes you can. I know you can. Deep breath in and deep breath out. I’ll do it with you okay?”

You just nod your head, unable to make a full sentence.

“that’s good, you’re doing so good y/n,” he says as he stands up and sits next to you.

“what’s going on y/n?”

You ignore his question and say something else, “i’m sorry I snapped at you yesterday, I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry.”

You feel the tears well up in your eyes again and Aaron wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a hug.

He rubs your back softly, “it’s okay. I could tell this case is taking a toll on you, i’m not mad at you.”

You don’t pull away from his embrace, wanting it to last forever.

“what’s going on y/n?”

“I’ve been useless this entire case. I can’t do anything right and I yelled at you last night and these poor girls are getting killed and I can’t even help find the guy who’s doing it,” you choke out.

“That is so far from the truth y/n. You are not useless, none of us have found anything big yet. Listen to me sweetheart, we’re all having a hard time with this case but I can tell you are having the hardest time. I notice how you’ve been tossing and turning at night, unable to fall asleep. I think you just need to get some rest and stop being so hard on yourself. You have done nothing wrong and you have never been useless,” he says softly.

“I love you Aaron.”

“I love you y/n,” he says as he places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Are you ready to go back yet sweetheart?”

You let out a sigh, “can we just stay here for a little longer please?”

“of course we can,” he says softly as he continues to rub your back.

You both sit in silence before you decide to speak.

“How did you know I was back here Aar?”

“I saw you walk out the front, I could tell something was wrong by the look on your face. I called your name but you didn’t hear me.”

“I didn’t think anyone saw me,” you say honestly.

“David and I both saw, after I called your name and you didn’t answer, I told him I was coming to check on you.”

“Thank you Aaron.”

“i’ll always be here for you honey.”

You give him a kiss on the lips.

“Are you ready to go back yet?”

“I think so,” you say softly.

You both stand up and make your way back to the front of the building. The team had just finished up and were ready to go back to the police station.

——

It was around midnight and you were all just arriving at the hotel for the night, once again, no where further in the case.

Aaron told everyone to meet back up in the lobby at 10am.

As you and Aaron enter your hotel room, you feel even worse then you did this morning and you know Aaron notices.

“let’s get ready for bed sweetheart.”

You just nod and you both make your way to the bathroom.

“I’m gonna take a shower, do you wanna get one too honey?”

“yes”

He undresses himself and you do the same, both entering the shower.

You both are done within 20 minutes, Aaron’s exits first and grabs himself and you a towel.

He leaves the bathroom to grab his clothes and walks back in with his pajamas on. He had grabbed your pajamas for you, a pair of underwear, pajama shorts and one of his t-shirts.

You give him a smile as he hands them to you.

Aaron begins brushing his teeth while you change and you join soon after.

After you both are finished, you exit the bathroom and you make your way to your bag, grabbing your brush and brushing your hair.

Aaron sits on the end of the bed and pats the spot next to him, “come here sweetheart, let’s talk.”

You let out a sigh and walk over to sit next to Aaron.

“please talk to me y/n/n”

“It’s just all too much sometimes. These poor girls are being murdered for no reason and we can’t find the guy. I don’t understand how people can be so evil,” you say softly as tears well up in your eyes.

He rubs your thigh softly before speaking, “I understand. We’re going to find the person responsible for this, I promise. There will always be bad people in this world but there will also always be good people in this world, good people like you and our team. I want you to come to me when it becomes too hard, please don’t hold it in, it only makes it worse.”

You look up into his eyes, not even knowing what to say.

“it’s okay to cry y/n,” he says softly and that’s all it takes.

Aaron wraps his arms around you as you begin sobbing.

“it’s okay I got you”

“I love you”

“I’ll protect you”

“shhh it’s okay”

These are all things he whispers to you as you sob in his arms.

After your crying subsides, Aaron speaks again, “i’ll always be here for you y/n, no matter what.”

“I love you Aar.”

“I love you,” he says as he kisses your head.

“Why don’t we try and get some rest?”

You both stand up and lay under the covers, your head on Aaron’s chest and his arms wrapped around you.

“get some sleep y/n,” he whispers to you as he rubs your back.

You fall asleep moments later in the loving hands of your husband, Aaron.

[fanofstuff01]

PRISON AU IT IS!

AU by @rius-cave , although I added my own thoughts into it (For example, her idea was that Lute helping Adam but I wanted it to go more like the actual show, where I think Lute wouldn’t help Adam if he was a sinner.).

Tagging you @fightinsoda and @foreverpeachy2010 , hope you don’t mind.

Everyone’s roles:

People who’s in prison:

Lucifer: You’ll see

Husk/Hunter (I’m basic): Tax evasion/illegal gambling

Angel Dust/Anthony: That guy has a mafia family

Alastor: Spilling government secrets on radio (Still a serial killer)

Sir Pentious: Illegal weapon posession

Vox: Fraud

Valentino: Do I need to say something

Adam: Framed with murder

This is an all male prison yk

People out of prison:

Charlie: Law student

Emily: Also a law student

Vaggie: Fired cop

Lute: Cop

St Peter: Cop

Sera: Judge

Nifty: Canteen lady

Rosie: Prison nurse

Velvette: Crime partner of Vox, but managed to dodge going to prison

Do police officers can both patrol and do wardening? I have no idea. But this goes like that.

Also, sorry if this doesn’t has that much details. I tried not to copy @things-arent-what-they-seem66 ‘s fic. The next chapters will be better I swear.

ENJOYY!!!!

Also, I’ll post the new chapter of my favorite au a few hours later.

“Dad..?” A little kid came out from behind the desk where she was hiding and looked to his father. Why was his dad covered in red? And why wasn’t the person she didn’t knew moving? “Is he okay?”

“Don’t worry sweetie. It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine He can’t-“

“Stay away from her.” A slightly scared, but determined voice came from behind. “Charlie, come here.”

“Lily, you have to listen! He was going t-“

“I don’t care. Charlie, don’t go near him.” Lilith pulled her daughter to herself harshly and took her arm into her hands.

“I want to stay with daddy!” She fighted against her mother’s grip but she was too strong. Lilith gave Lucifer one more disgusted look and rushed to outside.

“LILITH!” Lucifer yelled as he wanted to go after them, but he froze when he heard someone shout.

“Stay where you are and raise your hands up in the air!” A police officer walked inside and pointed his gun to him.

Lucifer, who was still in shock, did what he said. He handcuffed him and guided him to a police car. He saw multiple polices around. Lilith was talking to one.

“I heard the intruder coming in. It was at my daughter’s room but instead of calling you, my husband decided to play the hero and end him himself. I’m hoping you will put an end to this.” Lilith’s eyes met with Lucifer’s, but she cut the eye contract. She couldn’t look him in the eye. All she saw was a murderer.

“I understand you ma’am. I hope you can get divorced easily.”

Lucifer then looked at his daughter. Oh, he could do anything to go near her, wipe her tears away, hug her and calm her down. Instead, he could just look at her. She teared her gaze from the stone floor and looked at her father. And at that moment, Charlie understood that her father wasn’t a monster like mommy said.

Lucifer only thought about how he failed as a dad while he was taken to prison.

— Today —

“Rise and cry you freaks!” Lucifer woke up with someone running their baton on the bars. It was loud.

“Mmmhm, that’s right! Get the fuck up before I make you.” He said.

Ah, of course. Officer Kadmon. A.k.a. the world’s biggest piece of shit. On his daily wisit.

“That mother fucker.” His cellmate groaned.

“Indeed.” He got up and grabbed one of his rubber ducks. Those always calmed him down.

“Whats the matter Morningstar? *random surname*? Uncomfortable?” Kadmon laughed at them, stopping at their cell.

“Nah, it’s more like a hotel to be honest.” He said calmly.

“Mocking me?” He hit their bars with his baton. “Too bad you’re not on the right position to do that right?”

“Don’t you have a better job to do?” The other guy spoke, annoyed.

“Aww, you don’t want me to break your other fingers? You want me to go the fuck away?” He said in a childish voice “Guess what! This is my fucking job you horse shit!” He laughed loudly, causing even more curse words. Shove that fucking stick up to your ass. Lucifer thought and stood up. Luckily the shithead didn’t realize.

“Goodbye bitches!” He kept walking but was immediately startled when the short prisoner squeaked the rubber duck on his hands near his ears. Nah, startled would be unfair. He literally jumped.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Morningstar!?” He tried to hit him behind bars but Lucifer was fast.

“Oops.” He chuckled and went back to his bed. It was worth it.

“Oh, do you wanna lose the privilege of your sissy hobbies?! I can make that happen!” He growled.

“Sure, sure.” He played with his duck, not caring about the screaming man.

“You’ll see, bitch.” He walked away to the other prisoners. “Back in your place huh, *Alastor’s surname*? I told them specifically to keep your cell empty!” He scoffed at the prisoner at the next cell, who hadn’t been around for a while because he escaped. Hunter said that it was Kadmon who caught and brought him back. Lucifer didn’t like Alastor, heck that prick thought he was being ‘creepy’ with his boring attitude. But at least he knew where he stood. Officer piglet didn’t.

“How nice of you, kind officer.” He could literally hear the smile on his voice. “I hope you had a wonderful week.”

“I did. Unlike you, pussy!”

— Awhile later —

Adam was on night patrol with Holly. He wished it was Lute, but that gal was nice too he guessed. She might be a gay, but she was still cool. He waited outside of a coffee shop as she got them some.

He was mumbling a song to himself when he heard a human voice coming from the woods. He was saying “You don’t own me.. You don’t own me…” repeatedly. He took his gun out just to be safe, he knew what kind of creeps there were at night. He walked off slowly there. There was an old man looking at him, and he was walking near him.

“Sir? Are you-“

“YOU DON’T OWN ME!” He screamed and made a dash to Adam, causing the officer to back down and pointing the gun at him.

And thats when he heard that. Someone shooting behind. Shooting the old man in the head right where he pointed his gun. He fell down, face all bloody.

Oh no.

“Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit!” Panic rose in Adam as he understood the crazy guy was dead.

“WHO��S THERE!” He shoot his gun at the woods. He heard someone else though.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” A guy, much saner than the old man came from behind. “YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM YOU CUNT! WHAT DID HE EVEN DO TO YOU!?” He pushed him away from the old man and looked at him. Adam couldn’t do anything as he saw the cries of the man.

Oh shit.

“Look, it was-!“

“YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!”

He got up angrily, ready to beat the shit out of the police but then stopped when he saw the person had a gun. Instead, he ran to their police car in order to find another officer.

“WAIT!” He tried to track him down as he ran there. But immediately stopped when-

He heard a high pitched scream coming near him. It came from a woman who was just out of the coffee shop. She looked scared. “Officer, help!”

“No, look, it wasn’t-“

“Sir..?” Holly came rushing, she must’ve heard the woman, and froze when she saw Adam.

“Holly, you don’t-“ He tried to came closer to them but the guy yelled again.

“HE KILLED HIM!”

“I DIDN’T! Holly you have to-“ He shutted his mouth in shock as she pointed her gun at him, hands shaking.

“Don’t come any closer!” She stated. “Place your weapons infront of you and raise your hands where I can see them or else!”

“Come on-“ What the fuck?!

“If you don’t, I’ll-“

“Fine.” He did what she told. “Hey, what are you-“ He panicked even more when she reached him with handcuffs.

(Is this how this works? I have no fucking idea)

— After —

Adam was thrown to a court the following days. He came up with a lawyer, but there were evidence. The guy who saw him -he learned that it was his son- testified that it was him, and the woman did the same. And before you know it, he was charged for murder and sent to prison in an orange jumpsuit. He didn’t understood what happened clearly until he was placed in the middle of the general population of prison.

“Wait! I didn’t do that shit! It was a fucking mistake!”

“It surely was, wasn’t it, officer?” He heard voices behind him and felt all the color on his face drain away. He was fucked. He turned around only to be met with a huge group of inmates. They were almost like predators, and in this case he was the prey.

“What are you dirtbags looking at?!” He yelled, trying to keep his threatening posture. Failing miserably.

“Ohoh, a punching bag I’m looking at.” One of them said, mimicking the ex officer’s ex attitude. The others took this as a starting point and threw him to the ground.

Lucifer watched the prisoners beating the shit out of former officer. His cries and pleas were harmonic. It’d be easy to let the prisoners end him to be honest, but he knew a better way to humiliate him. Physical beating was something, but psychological beating… Its harm could never be measured. He decided what to do and jumped up his seat.

“ENOUGH!” He shouted to his fellow inmates. Everyone backed away with disgusted looks on their faces, still not wanting to let go of that fucker.

Adam heard calm steps coming near him and holding his chin. He muttered something and looked up to the other man.

Morningstar. It was fucking over.

Lucifer eyed the pathetic guy. He was either gonna pass out or puke. His face was ruined. Aren’t mister handsome anymore, he thought, he still remembered how arrogant this prick was before. He chuckled, karma had a cruel but pretty good sense of humor.

“Do you hear me?” He asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Then listen carefully.” He whispered sharply. “Because I will only speak once.” He grinned to the scared man.

“I am offering you a deal. You will be protected from physical harm, no one here dares to cross me. In return you’d give me your full obedience. You’ll be mine. You will always do what I say. Deal?”

“I-“

“Okay, then I’m leaving y-“

“Deal.” He quickly said, hating the sound leaving his lips. He didn’t wanna do this, all of his cells hated this. But this was his only chance. He could still hear the wolves. Cops weren’t welcome inside bars.

“Excellent.” He cupped his cheek.“Now get up. You need treatment. Rosie will do.” He held his hand out. Adam barely stood up but that was it. He passed out to Lucifer’s arms. He groaned, this guy was fucking heavy. He just let him slip and left him on the floor. He could call the nurse later.

“This mean we could end him now?” One of the prisoners asked with hope.

“No. Everyone, listen!” He called out to the crowd at the last part. “You will not be hurting him from that moment. I agree,” He raised his hands as he heard objections. “He deserves it. But I am just saying you can’t physically hurt him.”

“And why would we feel the need to not do that?” One particular inmate spoke. One inmate with a personal hatred against the former guard.

“Think about it, Alastor.” He came closer to the smiling, taller man, still keeping an eye out for his newest toy. “Humiliating him like he did to most of us is much better than simply ending that bitch, right? You must know the damage the words can do much better than everyone.” He looked up.

“You might be right. But it is no guarantee that he won’t try to hurt us.”

“Oh if he does, you are more than free to fuck him up right there. But until that happens, nobody will lay a finger on him. Understood?”

The crowd muttered yeses and okays, although not all of them looked convinced. Alastor just walked away simply. Whatever, he made the announcement after all.

“Hunter, can you help me with getting the big baby to the nurse?”

End of the first chapter! This took a lot more time than I guessed, but it was worth it!

Have a good day/night!

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Love and Dryer Sheets II

Read the rest here: Love and Dryer Sheets

I'm not sure if you saw but there's going to be some pretty big reveals in this section I think. I feel like you might not like the ending of this part but I hope I'll start making it up to you in the next parts.

~6.3k words

Warnings: angst, fluff, Harry is an ACTUAL a-hole, toxic relationships mentioned, described. Relationships are hard, love is complicated. Cheating. Please read with caution.

Sitting across from her on the washer reading his book while she read hers. That was the only other time that he felt pure, silent, peace. It needed an explanation, but he couldn’t give it one. He was so infatuated with her so instantly it was like the part of his brain that controlled his heart saw her and said: Ah, yes. You found her. Finally.

Harry was undeniably (and unapologetically) obsessed. He spent so much time walking down to the laundry room just to see if she was there that his calf muscles were getting a serious work out from the number of stairs he had been descending and climbing, over the last month since he met her. It was pathetic. He would head to the basement after checking the mail in the alcove by the main office. When he “needed fresh air” he ran down to the steps and poked his head in after dashing outside for all of thirty seconds, like a loon. It was good they didn’t have a doorman, he would have saw right through Harry.

If he saw her doing laundry, he ran back to his apartment and put together a mishmash of random clothes and towels so he could hurry back and get a sense of calm for a half hour. Even if it was just five items. And sometimes he washed clean towels. But the laundry room was free—one of the biggest perks of this building.

The biggest perk of all was her of course.

The anger Harry felt nearly all hours of the day swelled and swelled when he was home. It made him want to bash his head through the wall and he couldn’t figure out why he didn’t just fix his problem. Therapy might have helped. Maybe even one of those Eat, Pray, Love retreats to center himself could have provided some guidance. Or maybe he should have just told Gemma what the problem was, and his big sister would come to his rescue as she usually did. Maybe she would be able to tell him exactly what to do and everything could have been fine.

But admitting he had a problem seemed like the opposite of fixing it.

So, he only felt at ease during two time periods these days.

One of the times was while working. Which was a feat itself because there was only so much relief that he could find staring at his computer screen for eight hours on end. The numbers were boring, and he could manipulate them or analyze them in his sleep as needed. It was brainless to him and made it easy to turn off the anger for a bit of time and just focus on patterns. There was a sense of tranquility among the numbers. They had a clear answer when put together; his conscience didn’t yell at him when he was at work. It was also the only time he didn’t think about the sunshiny princess that liked laundry.

Sitting across from her on the washer reading his book while she read hers. That was the only other time that he felt pure, silent, peace. It needed an explanation, but he couldn’t give it one. He was so infatuated with her so instantly it was like the part of his brain that controlled his heart saw her and said ah, yes. You found her. Finally.

But Harry didn’t believe in soulmates. He couldn’t believe in soulmates.

“Your wash is done,” she murmured without looking up from her page. Harry was already staring at her, so he wasn’t terribly surprised when she spoke. Her gaze didn’t shift from the words on her page when she spoke. Even with Harry ogling her. How long had he been staring at her? Did she even notice? Did she care? It made him a little nervous that he was so infatuated with her; he wanted to know if it was one-sided. It probably was. Simply because Harry was so grumpy and there wasn’t a whole lot of talking when they spent their hour together doing laundry. She exuded this bubbliness. It was in her aura or whatever wave of energy she gave off to the rest of the world. She was sweet and kind. Harry was grumpy and obsessed. She was probably just too polite to tell him to go away. Harry wished she was staring at him the way he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

You need to get a grip. His conscience was resigned but still trying. It was all the little voice could do at the moment. Harry slid from the washer and quickly dumped his stuff into the basket to transfer it over to the dryer. She giggled at her book and Harry thought his heart might melt out of his ribcage at the sound.

He mindlessly put the stuff in the dryer. With her advice, he went out and bought the sweet-smelling dryer sheets that made his clothes less stiff and reminded him of her. Jesus Christ, you’re an idiot. It sounded like his conscience simply up and left the office. Slamming the metaphorical door on Harry’s absolute hopelessness.

Harry returned to the washer he was sitting on and went back to his book. If someone came down and the other washers were filled, he would have to give it up and find a different spot to perch while he waited for the dryer and he hated when that happened. Watching her read was one of his new favorite past times. “How was work?” He asked her without looking up from his book.

“It was fine,” she shrugged. “We got some really good news for one of our patients which is great. But sometimes they...almost struggle more with good news than bad news. It’s common enough. They’ve had so much bad happen, it’s hard to believe good can happen. Does that make sense?”

Harry looked up finally and admired her beauty silently. It was hard to believe.  “Perfect sense,” he murmured.

“How about you? How’s work been this week?” She asked, putting her book in her lap and giving Harry her full, undivided attention.

It seemed nearly unnatural to be so smitten with someone he had met just over a month ago. Maybe she did like him? Liked him enough to ask about work and not tell him to take a hike. Maybe laundry was her time for peace and Harry was ruining that. “Work is fine. S’a little boring. Jus’ numbers and reports.”

“Do you like it?” She asked, tilting her head at him.

He nodded. “Yeah, I do. S’exactly what I wanted t’do.”

“Then it’s not boring,” she smiled so sweetly, Harry thought he would get a cavity.

They sat there smiling at each other for a few blissful moments. But then someone entered the room with their bag of laundry. “S’my cue,” he grumbled in annoyance.

She smiled. “I’ll keep an eye on your dryer,” she said. “Guard it with my life,” she promised opening her book again.

She is really nice. His conscience admitted. Harry smirked to himself, his internal monologue finally agreeing with him. But you’re still an absolute idiot.

*

She was putting away her laundry in the correct drawers when there was a knock on her door. She nearly sprinted to the door dropping her T-shirts on the floor at the sound of the person on the other side. She was giggling as she made her way to the main room of her apartment and flew across the space to yank the door out of the way. The door was barely open, and she was tackling Niall in the biggest hug she could manage.

“Hey princess,” he chuckled wrapping his arms around her tightly. “How are you?”

She pulled back. “Better now that you’re here.”

He rolled his eyes. “I was only gone two weeks.”

“It was a year,” she nodded firmly.

“I helped you move in, darling,” he rolled his eyes and entered the apartment. He inspected her décor, looked at the arrangement of her furniture, and admired the big window looking out over the little main street that led to town. “S’beautiful here,” he told her with a smile.

She nodded, answering with her own grin. “It is.”

“Are you happy?” He asked.

She nodded again. “Yes, very.”

His smile didn’t falter as he nodded appreciatively at her response. He wanted the very best for her. “I saw Dickhead,” he told her.

She rolled her eyes. “That’s not his name, Niall.”

“It may as well be,” he grumbled sitting on the sofa. She flopped down beside him resting her head on his shoulder. “I hate him,” he reminded her.

“I’m not really a big fan either,” she giggled.

“I would kill him for you.”

“I know you would,” she patted his leg. “But that’s not necessary. I’m away from him, I’ve got this cute place, I’m out of my parents’ crazy house,” she smirked and rolled her eyes. “And... I think I... may have met someone.”

“Why didn’t you lead with that, darling?” He said, turning toward her so he could look at the adoration that fell over her face. “Where did y’meet him? What’s he like? Does he like you?”

Niall had been her best friend since high school when he moved to town and didn’t know anybody. He looked overwhelmed trying to find his classes and she just looped her arm around his elbow and started walking him through the hall on an impromptu tour as if she always knew him. When questioned about being late, she explained that she had been asked to guide Niall around since he was new. Since she had a beautiful smile and that kind personality, it was impossible to think she was lying. But even if she had been caught in a lie, she wouldn’t have minded because it was for Niall.

Niall was the funniest, kindest, best friend anyone could ask for. Her parents and his parents asked all the time why they didn’t just get married. They were so close. Sometimes they didn’t even talk to each other for hours on end. It was effortless to be friends. Sitting quietly together made them happy. “I’ll marry you if you can’t find anyone by the time we’re thirty-five,” Niall winked.

She rolled her eyes at the time, but after her most recent breakup, it felt like maybe she would be marrying Niall once they turned thirty-five. “I don’t want to marry you,” she said with a shrug. “I feel like once you’ve seen someone eat a whole large pizza on their own the magic is just gone.”

“Darling, that is exactly the reason you should marry someone,” he laughed. But it was okay, because he didn’t want to marry her either. She was his best friend.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

But really, they didn’t date because they just knew it wasn’t what they needed. They needed to be friends. They wanted to be friends. Best of friends. She was the first one to swoop in and tell Niall everything would be okay when he was upset or nervous about something new. Niall knew how to make her feel better when her cramps were bugging her or when she had a really long day.

Or when her parents’ fighting finally got to her.

She loved her parents, really, she did. But most of the time it didn’t seem like they loved each other. The last thing she wanted was to end up like them with anyone she dated long term—but especially not with Niall. He always listened to her vent about how their arguing bothered her. How it worried her. It made her nervous that her future relationships were doomed before they started; because what kind of example had they set for her?

Niall could assuage her worries with ease. It had been many years of him listening and offering advice. There was so much about relationships they didn’t know in their high school and college years. Maybe there was something about her parents’ relationship that she would never know.

“They got you out of the deal, princess,” he told her after a particularly bad night at home. “Think that would keep me around on it’s own.”

She wasn’t sure that was honestly the best idea or solution on the subject. But it did make her feel better at the time. Which was why she loved Niall so very much and never wanted to do anything to jeopardize their friendship.

But despite no one finding Niall before she did on his first day of school, Niall needed no help at all when it came to dating. He had plenty of girlfriends over the years. Some were intimidated by their friendship, but most were fine with it—especially after they met her.

“Niall, I think I want to marry her. Are you sure you don’t want to date her?” One of his girlfriends in college asked him and of course he relayed the message.

So, being friends was easier, better, for them.

She went on dates but didn’t have a lot of long-term boyfriends. Dickface as Niall said, was her most recent relationship. They dated for nearly three years. He was controlling, did not like Niall very much, and in Niall’s opinion he was always one inconvenience, one irritation away from harming his best friend either emotionally (or, terrifyingly enough, physically) and Niall wouldn’t stand for that one second longer than he had to.

It got really bad around the two-and-a-half-year mark. She had called Niall crying. Niall wasn’t used to that. She was unbelievably strong and even with the saddest job in the world, he thought there was nothing that her sunny disposition couldn’t fight through.

Niall didn’t even hear what the problem was. When he thought about it now, he didn’t even remember what the issue was that she told him over the phone. Niall was already heading to their place, packing her overnight bag, and getting her out of there. She had to move back home for a bit making her crazier than ever as she listened to her parents fight and argue every night.

She hadn’t talked about another guy since their breakup.

Niall never really understood how she ended up with her ex anyway. He was nothing like her. He wasn’t sunny enough for her. His mood soured so rapidly it was like being with a ticking time bomb. As much as Niall told her he didn’t think it would work out, he knew it would have to be her to figure it out. Until she called him (or if something really bad actually happened), he would have to let her be her own person and support her as much as possible.

Until they broke up, Niall never hated him. If his best friend saw something good in him, then there was something good. Some people just don’t work out. Some people don’t click—or stop clicking, and it takes a while to see it.

“I met him doing laundry,” she told him with a laugh. “How silly is that?”

Niall smirked. “Yeah? What’s his name?”

“Harry,” she took a deep breath and looked at her hands. “He sits and does laundry with me. It’s quiet and we read our books. We chat too, but really, it’s just... comfortable.”

Her whole life was loud. Hospitals were loud. Her parents were loud. Niall, when he was excited, was louder than anyone she knew. Laundry was quiet. Laundry was a chore that always eased her mind a bit—especially when everything in her brain was tired and longing for serenity. When Harry came in grumbling and angry, she worried he would ruin the one thing that made her happy and calm.

Maybe that was why she offered him to use her laundry detergent. Maybe it was her first selfish act in so many years of listening to constant arguing and being in a relationship that made her feel anything but peace. So, when Harry accepted her help, when he kept sitting with her and enjoying the peacefulness of the chore, it felt like... fate.

“That’s adorable,” Niall smiled. “Have you asked him out?”

“Absolutely not, Niall. That’s so creepy. I’ve seen his underwear.”

“He’s probably seen yours,” Niall reminded her. “Already at third base, y’know?”

She punched him in the stomach without force behind it. “Shut up.”

“Well, what else do you know about him?”

“Honestly, not much. But he’s nice...a little...grumpy.”

Niall narrowed his eyes at her immediately. “Listen, darling. I’m not about to watch you be in the same relationship you just left. I don’t want to be the friend that tells you who to date or whatever but—”

“Niall, this is completely different.”

He didn’t buy it. And maybe he wouldn’t force her to break up with her last boyfriend, but he would absolutely stop her before something bad happened. “Why’s he grumpy?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know...but he’s not grumpy toward me. Mom is always on the defensive. Dad is always playing the victim. Dickhead was always annoyed with whatever I did...” she trailed off. She caught Niall’s smirk as she used his nickname appropriately. “Harry is... I don’t know. I don’t seem to annoy him... I think I might... I don’t know. I get the sense that he doesn’t feel very at peace sometimes. But... when we read and wait for laundry... I don’t know... he seems... happy.”

“Well, that is quite the feat now isn’t it,” Niall smirked. But he knew it was true. She was this bright spot of sunshine. She could make the saddest situations happier. She had this way of mediating situations she had no business being a part of into something better. When they were at stores and the customer in front of her in line gave the cashier a hard time, she was the first person to defend the employee and work out a compromise or explain it in a different way. Of course, whoever crossed her path had no choice but to agree with her. See it from her perspective.

Being friends with the kindest soul he knew was amazing.

But it meant Niall had to protect her peace because not very many people did it for her in the past.

“I am a delight,” she reminded him with another punch.

She can hold her own. Niall thought with a smirk to himself. “Truly.”

She thought about Harry’s soft brown locks and his green eyes that haunted her dreams. It was... the universe talking to her. It had to be. Even if she didn’t believe in that stuff. Even if she didn’t want to believe in it. Because Harry was simply too good to be true. He had already spent hours in that dark and damp basement with her doing a house chore of all things.

But there was the other most amazing coincidence that rattled her to her core. “Niall... he...” she sighed dreamily. “He brought up The Wizard of Oz without me... saying anything.”

That certainly lit a lightbulb in Niall’s brain. He looked over toward the bookshelf beside her TV display. One whole shelf had various editions of the book. A collection she had thrifted and worked hard on since she got her very first job in high school. Gifts from Niall and other friends and family helped make her collection bigger. The books weren’t necessarily worth money or anything, but they were a part of what she loved. Part of what made her...her. That was priceless.

“Really,” he sounded just a little skeptical. She couldn’t blame him—she was skeptical. She never thought in a million years she would have a soulmate. It didn’t seem possible given the display of “love” she had at home. “That’s...that’s kind of crazy.”

She nodded in agreement. “I was...speechless.”

“Another feat.” She rolled her eyes and Niall received another punch to his stomach. “Alright, alright,” he chuckled. “Well... let’s go run your errands so you can go do laundry like an old married couple with your new guy.”

*

Harry was once more ascending the steps from the basement disappointed to see she wasn’t there. It had been nearly five days since they’d done laundry together. The anger he felt was causing the familiar shake to reappear in his hands which he thought might permanently be balled into fists. If he didn’t see Sunshine soon, he might have to go right to her door to find her.

However, he was looking at his phone to answer a text when he heard her laughter. It was pathetic that he could recognize it by sound already. Like a child, he hid behind the mail alcove peeking around the corner to see what made her laugh so hard.

The anger was there to stay.

A man had his arm around her shoulders, and she was still snickering at whatever he said. The smile on his face matched how Harry felt whenever he was around her.

Harry wanted to kick himself. Of course, she would find a new guy quickly. She was adorable, intelligent, sweet, and sunshiny. Any guy would be stupid not to fall for her. Obviously, it happened to Harry so very quickly.

Even when it shouldn’t have. His conscience reminded him futilely.

Not the time, he grumbled back internally to the little voice. But Harry believed no one could control who they fell for. There was a click, a sigh of relief, a sense of recognition that passed over two people and they just knew. It looked like whoever had his arm around her knew that she was a sense of relief. He found her.

Harry didn’t believe in soulmates.

Not anymore.

So, the anger would stay.

*

Harry flopped onto the couch and ran his hands over his face as he tried to compartmentalize all the emotions he felt. Jealousy, anger, and frustration was not a good look. He should have just told Gemma. Gemma always knew what to do. But falling for someone...he wasn’t sure Gemma could help. Wasn’t sure that Gemma would want to help.

“I thought you were going out?”

If Harry was in a better headspace, he might not have noticed the attitude. Or maybe there wasn’t attitude and he made it up from just being so angry. “No, love. Change of plans,” he murmured.

She stood in the doorway. “So, you got all mad and worked up, stormed out, just to come back?”

Harry definitely wasn’t imaging her attitude—it was plain in her voice, in her posture. It was like she was looking to argue and fight. “M’sorry,” he said sincerely. “Does that interrupt y’plans or something?” He asked her, turning toward her figure in the entryway of the kitchen. It felt like he already lost because of the defensive tone in his voice in the question he asked.

Ava was supposed to be his soulmate. Harry always thought she was. When they met his heart did the fluttering thing that it was supposed to do when he met someone he liked. The butterflies in his stomach took flight. She took his breath away. She was funny and beautiful. Harry knew he liked kindness, but if he knew that Ava’s kindness was limited back when he met her, he might not have ever dated her.

Harry loved Ava. He did.

But sometimes he didn’t love her the way he used to love her.

Maybe that should have been a clue to him to just end it. They had been together for almost five years. Things were comfortable even if they were tense. Harry liked living here. Especially now.

No. His conscience said simply. Not okay.

Truthfully? Harry should have ended it three years ago. Harry was constantly apologizing on behalf of Ava when they were at parties or dinner. When they hung out with friends, they could sense their tenseness. If he were honest with himself, their relationship had an expiration date, and they were soured now. He hid the bad parts of his relationship from everyone he knew. From his mum, his sister, his friends...

Even himself.

Maybe it took meeting the girl obsessed with laundry who reminded him of pure sunshine, to get his mind thinking about all of it again. That would make some sense. Harry should have asked his mum what to do. But Harry was on his own. He was a fully grown adult and he had to figure out what to do and make his own mistakes. His mum and sister couldn’t fix this for him. Especially because he needed to admit that there was something to fix, first.

But the calmness he felt every time he walked into the laundry room was hard to ignore.

That’s fair. His conscience admitted.

Rubbing his hands over his face again he looked at Ava. “What d’you want t’do then?”

She sighed so loudly. It was like knives digging into his heart. “Forget it. I’ll change my plans.”

“What the fuck, Ava? Like are y’having someone over and y’want me gone? Jesus...”

“Shut up, Harry,” she rolled her eyes. “I just don’t want people seeing us argue.”

“We don’t have t’argue, y’know.”

“I know that. I don’t think you know that.”

This was how it went. All the time. Arguing about nothing until Harry got so worked up and angry, he stormed back to the laundry room. But now he wasn’t going to do that. Not when he knew that the sweet girl that he met there was probably in a healthy, normal, beautiful relationship with the man that had his arms around her shoulders.

So, he would argue with Ava.

Because what else was he supposed to do?

*

The entire time she ran her errands with Niall, she thought about Harry. It wasn’t that Niall wasn’t good company. It was just that everything reminded her of Harry. The color green, the title of a book he had read in her presence that she saw while they walked through target, a jersey of the soccer team he liked that she had seen him throw in the dryer at least three times already...

The overwhelming...peace she felt just by thinking about him was practically unnatural. Her stomach twisted with longing to be near him. Not that she didn’t love hanging out with Niall—of course she loved to hang out with her best friend. But there was something about Harry that drew her to him. It was like he was this beacon of comfort.

Niall held her bags while they headed back into her apartment building. Part of her wanted to take the elevator to the fifth floor and knock on every door until she found him and could introduce Niall to him. But that would be insane.

“Do you know any of your other neighbors?” Niall asked as they waited for the elevator.

“Oh crap, yeah! Actually, I told my elderly neighbor I would grab her mail,” she said taking a sharp right turn into the mail room. The elevator pinged a moment later with its arrival. Niall chuckled following her. She stood in front of the silver boxes embedded in the wall and searched for her neighbor’s box along with her own. With the two mail keys on her key ring, she quickly opened the box and pulled out her neighbor’s mail first, and then her own. She sifted through her letters checking for anything of importance for just a moment. Niall waited patiently, not that it would take her long.

“Are you going to stand in front of the boxes all day?”

She turned around and looked at the woman who spoke. She was stunning. She should have been a model. It rendered her completely speechless. Or maybe it was the cranky attitude that made her voice catch in her throat. But she was staring at her as if she were stupid for taking up space. “Oh, sorry,” she murmured quickly and stepped around her.

The woman released an irritated scoff. It was sad that she felt bad about being in the way. Maybe it was the annoyance the woman had in her voice. It made her feel bad that she did something wrong. It was her fault that she was in the way. Maybe that was ridiculous to spiral so quickly—especially when the woman could have easily said excuse me. But she tended to blow things out of proportion when she felt like she did something wrong.

Niall eyed the woman suspiciously from the entryway to the alcove and glared at her for the attitude she showed his best friend. He knew she was probably already spiraling in her delightfully sunny brain and feeling bad even though the woman was rude. She quickly pushed Niall toward the elevator before he said something that would make her untoward attitude for her worsen. Once in the elevator Niall looked at his best friend.

“Who pissed in her Cheerios?” He grumbled.

“That was a lot for the mailroom,” she agreed even though she still felt bad.

Niall smirked. “Guess not all your neighbors are friendly. Wicked witch,” he muttered.

She ignored the comment–even though she found it a little funny. “Oh, you’ll love Mrs. Williams. She thinks everyone she meets is the cutest, sweetest thing. And she’s always baking something.”

Exiting the elevator and returning to her apartment, Niall chuckled to himself. “I don’t know if Mrs. Williams could say that about her.”

She was never one to speak ill of someone else—especially someone she didn’t know. But the little nit-picking part of her brain that she was unable to ignore thought Niall might be right. That was extremely rude for no reason. But she shouldn’t judge. Maybe she was having a bad day. The very same thing happened with Harry and look how nice he turned out to be.

“Can I meet Harry?” Niall asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows. It was like he heard her thoughts about the very man. Maybe he did. It felt like her brain just kept shouting his name repeatedly. Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry...

This was unhealthy and ridiculous. Soulmates weren’t real. Harry was just a nice person who liked to read while they did laundry together. Maybe he would have done it whether she was there or not. It was a necessity and after his laundry was almost moved from the washer he very well could have changed his tune and just been there for the safety of his belongings.

It had nothing to do with her.

...Right?

“Um...I guess...we could go see if he’s doing laundry,” she suggested. “But you can’t be weird.”

“Darling,” he put a hand over his heart as if she really insulted him. “I can’t believe you would say that about me. M’not weird.”

She looked at him blankly while he smiled so excitedly at her, it was like he was asking for candy at the grocery store before dinner and she was telling him no. “Don’t be ridiculous around him either.”

He rolled his eyes. “My best behavior,” he promised.

*

Laundry was calming. He should have known. It seemed like she knew everything there was to know—particularly about this silly little chore. Since he saw her with another guy, and of course another spat with Ava that turned into a bigger deal than it should have (as it always did), he needed to do something to calm himself. He wanted out of the apartment that hosted hostility in every particle of the air. It was a risky move to go to the very room that they had met. It reminded him that she was out with another man, and it was none of Harry’s business.

It also doesn’t matter. Harry wished his conscience had an off switch. He knew the voice of reason was really just the rational part of his brain trying to make sense of how fucked up his brain was acting. Laundry was her thing. He shouldn’t have tried to make it his own just because he liked her. When you shouldn’t.

Harry was going to stick his head in the washer and run the spin cycle just to get his conscience to shut up.

He heard her laughter and of course it made his crummy mood worsen. He was going to have to pretend that he wasn’t upset about something he had no right to be upset about. It was then he realized she wasn’t alone.

There was no way he could pretend he wasn’t mad when he heard her laughter paired with a guy’s laughter.

You’re hopeless. His conscience told him. Harry kept his eyes on his book. Reading The Wizard of Oz seemed like the worst idea in the world at that moment, but he couldn’t help it. He was drawn to her. Everything about her. Getting to know her more, even through an early 20th-century children’s novel, was the only thing that made sense when everything in his life seemed so... sad.

“Hey Harry,” her voice sounded like how the sun looked after it rained. Right before a rainbow appeared and the raindrops were dripping off trees. He couldn’t not look up.

“Hey,” he murmured quietly with a forced smirk.

Her smile was so kind it was hard for him to be annoyed that she was so happily taken. Especially when he wasn’t happy. Furthermore, since she was happy...without him. “This is my best friend, Niall. He wanted to meet you,” she said gesturing to the man he had previously seen holding her around the shoulders.

Best friend. Do you see how fucking stupid you are? Harry wasn’t sure if that was his conscience or just the general voice in his head but the way the anger melted off him wasn’t normal. He was stupid. Getting all worked up over something he wasn’t even sure about—about something that wasn’t even rightfully his to be annoyed.

“Hey, Harry. Heard a lot about you. She’s got you in her Wizardly book club I see,” he smiled holding his hand out for Harry to shake. It seemed utterly insane that Harry didn’t like Niall just because he held her the way he wanted to hold her. Even though it was now obvious it was a friendly thing.

“Ah...yeah...jus’ started it though,” he smiled feeling the sourness he felt toward her best friend dissipate by the second. “Y’must have read it, yeah?” He asked Niall.

“Oh, read it, watched it, had her read it to me, watched a documentary, went to the museum about it.”

“Please, make me sound crazier.”

“You do it all on your own, darling,” Niall winked at her.

Harry smiled at their banter. It seemed so...effortless. Maybe it would have been easier for Harry if they were a couple. Harry could see how much they adored each other just from their laughter and inside jokes that he had only witnessed through the looks they gave each other. It was nice. Harry was glad she had someone like Niall to adore her unconditionally.

But it also made him want to do it just as much.

“How long have y’known each other?” Harry asked, putting his book on the washer beside him. She dumped her stuff into the washer across from him, like she always did while Niall did the math in his head.

“Since we were fifteen,” he smirked. “So... twelve years.”

“Mmm... Niall has been the same immature nuisance since he was fifteen,” she smiled.

“Is that so, princess? I recall you getting all flustered at the duty-free store when we went to Canada last summer.” She rolled her eyes and Harry was simply overwhelmed by how much he liked her. “Sorry to meet you and leave Harry, but the missus is calling me about dinner,” he said.

Ah. So, they really aren’t meant to be. That boded well for Harry.

“Tell her that my hourly fee goes up when you insult me in front of new friends,” she said without turning around to watch Niall head for the door. He rolled his eyes at Harry and sighed.

“Good luck with her. It’s nice knowing not all of her neighbors are wicked,” he said knowingly. Harry smirked in response wondering who that was directed to. He would have to ask when he left. Niall pressed a hand on her lower back and pecked her cheek. “See you soon, darling.”

“Thanks for hanging out, Ni,” she grinned so cutely that it warmed Harry all over. Head to toe. She closed the lid of her washer and took her usual seat as Niall headed back to the main lobby. “Where are you?” She asked.

“Huh?”

“What page?”

“Uh...” he opened the book to the jacket cover holding his spot. “Seventeen.”

“So she’s in Munchkinland, right?” She smiled.

Harry smiled. “Feel like y’already know that, Sunshine.”

He thought she was beautiful without thinking about it much in all the time he spent with her. But somehow, the way her cheeks turned the most beautiful shade of pink...she was even more beautiful than he could ever imagine. “Well... yeah, I know but...” she looked shy. Maybe even felt a little awkward. Harry hated that. He wanted her to feel everything good. He wanted to read the book with her just to understand her even more.

“It’s sweet, don’t feel bad. M’liking it so far. Don’t know how I haven’t read it before.”

She had a book on her lap but she held her fingers around it so it was curled shut. “Read it to me,” she said.

“M’sorry?”

“Read it out loud,” she shrugged. “I already know it, so...it’s not like I missed anything,” she giggled.

Somehow, reading her favorite novel in the world probably meant way more than it should have. Definitely wasn’t something Harry should do. In fact, he should have told her about Ava right then.

“...But Dorothy, knowing her to be a witch, had expected her to disappear in just that way, and was not surprised in the least.”

Harry felt like his conscience had put up a sign on it’s office door. Out to lunch. It was funny how his mind could tell him off even when he was in control of it.

But the smile on her face made her think that he hadn't ever been in control at all. Harry agreed wholeheartedly with Dorothy. He wasn’t surprised in the very least.

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Abstracted Ringmaster - One-shot

What if Caine could abstract? And what if the reason he abstracted was because Pomni hated him?

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Author notes: This is a one-shot fic I came up with because I needed to put more Caine angst into the world. This fic is not related at all to my other fic Artificially Organic, though some elements may be the same.

Let me know If I should post this fic on AO3

WARNING: This fic is very angsty, and has darker themes.

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CAINE POV

“I’m sorry… Pomni… I didn’t realize-”

“SHUT UP CAINE! I don’t want to hear your excuses!” her words stung, even more than the last time she yelled at me like this. Seeing her red face and bared teeth felt horrible as well, almost like my code was breaking apart. 

I let my hand drop the bow I was holding, and slid the quiver off my back and let that fall as well. I looked at one of the arrows, the one penetrating Pomni’s shoulder, and then the other one stuck in her hat an inch away from her head. I felt the eyes of the circus members looking at Pomni and me, silently judging. 

“What were you thinking!” Pomni continued

“I-”

“That was a rhetorical question!” Pomni cut me off any time I tried to talk, so I decided to just stay silent.

“I don't understand why you continue these stupid adventures! You always mess them up!” Her tone grew quieter as she focused on the arrows. Ripping the one out of her hat and then the one out of her shoulder. I saw the wound close up instantly and after a couple of seconds her model fixed itself. Though I knew the pain would linger for a while, something I wish I could fix.

“Teleport me back! I’m going to my room!” She demanded, I snapped my fingers and teleported everyone back into the circus tent. Deciding then that that adventure was now over, I noticed Jax looked disappointed to no longer have a bow in his hands. 

‘By the way, you can count me out on the next adventure” Pomni concluded before walking away towards her room. The rest of the members still stood in their spots for a second, before realizing they should also go back to their rooms. I watched them follow behind Pomni towards the members hall. 

I sighed before floating towards the stage, focusing on the feeling of failure. I never meant to injure any of the members, but from a stupid series of events, Both of my arrows bounced off random items in the map and hit Pomni. I guess this time wasn't the worst thing that happened to Pomni in these adventures, Last time she got stuck in wet cement and it hardened. She was stuck in there for a long time before I found her. 

I moved around backstage, a place I spend my time while the members sleep or complete their adventures. I use it as a makeshift office too, a desk and bookcases sitting in the corner of the room. I floated over to the desk chair and allowed myself to collapse into it, artificial gravity now affecting me. 

Staring at the scattered papers sitting on the desk in front of me, I let myself feel the pain of everything. I felt the failure’s of my failed adventures, I felt the pain of Pomni’s hatred towards me, I felt the pain of the lost members that I could not save from abstracting, I felt the pain of not being able to help the members with their new reality of being trapped in a circus forever. 

I have tried to create fun silly adventures to keep their mind off of their worries, I make the circus bright and inviting so they feel welcome. I give them privacy in their rooms and allow them to make suggestions or skip out on adventures that they might not enjoy. I spend hours making fun characters to interact with, Tweaking their A.I. to be immersive and unique. I take my time modeling the maps, adding every last detail by hand.

Everything I do and I still fail, The members still have a horrible experience. Their mental health still deteriorates until they abstract, And I can’t do anything except keep their broken bodies in a basement to protect the remaining members safe. I don't even know anything about how they come here, I only know that thai is a video game and I’m its host. I have zero knowledge about anything else and I can't stop people from getting trapped either. 

Despite everything however, I think the worst thing is seeing Pomni angry and suffering because of my negligence. No one else has made me feel as bad as her, and I don't even know why. Why does upsetting her specifically cause my code to break? 

I suddenly felt pain growing in my head, a new feeling that I've never felt before. I held my head waiting for it to go away, but it just grew worse and worse. What is causing this? Did I get a virus? I opened my eyes and saw my right side replaced with dark, sharp geometry. I saw the unmistakable eyes, green and blue to match my own. I got up, unable to float. I rushed over to a mirror in the dressing room area of the stage. I found a mirror and looked into it, and my reflection confirmed my fears

I was abstracting

Why? How? Now!?

I’m not human, I shouldn't be able to abstract… maybe A.I. can abstract? Either way I am actively abstracting right now and I need to stop it. With my left hand I snapped my finger, but nothing happened. Does abstracting prevent me from using my power over the game? 

A shock of pain passed through me as the geometric void spread more, the aching pain getting worse. My ability to focus and think waned a bit, and I started to panic.

“Hey boss! Trying on a new look?” I heard Bubble’s voice grate against my mind. I turned around to look at him, He was floating a couple feet away from me. 

“Bubble! Help!” I asked, realizing my voice was now distorted

“With what boss?” Bubble turned his entire body to the side a bit, hsi way of showing confusion

“I’m-” my Voice cut out when I felt another surge of pain.

“AbSTractTnG!” I continued, breathing heavily. 

“Oh! Cool!” 

“BUBBLE!” I felt pain, emotional or mental pain and the realization that Bubble can’t save me, that no one can save me right now. I looked at Bubble as my vision distorted, his signature smile still plastered on his face. He was watching the Caine he knew die and become an abstraction and he has no idea what's going on. 

My brain fought against the abstraction, Clinging onto coherent and rational thought. I felt my legs give out and I felt my body hit the floor. The pain of my body amalgamating into an abstracted mess slowly became the only thing I could feel. 

I thought about how the members would react, How the circus would continue without its caretaker, without its ringmaster. They don't have physical needs like food or water, or even sleep. But their psychological needs? I won't be there to help, They may all abstract after me. Or my abstraction may hurt them and cause them to glitch, like Ragatha when Kaufmo abstracted. The circus can’t run without me, It’s been coded to depend on me. 

Then my thoughts focused on Pomni, how would she react to seeing me abstracted? Would she be scared? Would she not care?... Would she celebrate my disappearance? I have been a negative part of her experience here, and after all the hatred she has on me… she might be happy that I won't be able to torture her anymore? 

No… My abstraction will probably be violent like the other abstractions… and if there is no one to put my abstraction in the basement then it will hurt her and cause her pain until she abstracts too. 

No matter what I do I always end up hurting her…

I won't be able to redeem myself now

I don't know what will even happen, would I be conscious or not?

What.. what's gonna happen

To.. me

What….

Me?

POMNI POV

I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling and stewing in my anger. What the {----} is Caine’s problem? Ever since I got here his stupid ‘accidents and mistakes’ and targeted me specifically. I've lost count how many times I've been stabbed, frozen, tripped, trapped, and countless other tortures. And almost all of it was the stupid denture’s fault.

I needed to punch something, but not in my room. Even though I hate everything here, I don't want to make a mess of my only safe space. I get out of bed and leave my room, stomping down the hallway towards the main room. I imagined the trees on the grounds, settling on one of them to be my target. I also think about punching Caine himself. At first I thought everything he’s done was actually mistakes or just him being oblivious, but after a while I realized he is trying to make my life a living {----} on purpose.

I entered the large room, looking around to see if Caine was actually in there. The coast was clear, part of me wished he actually was here so I could yell at him more. I continued to stomp my way through the room, focusing on the large entrance to the tent. The faint music that always plays invaded my ears as I walked. When I got near the stage however, I heard something. 

I stopped and listened for a second, and realized that it was coming from behind the curtain on the large stage. It sounded like muffled crying? Was Gangle back there crying? Maybe a different member that doesn't want to be seen crying. I considered ignoring it and moving on but if it was a member crying… I need to comfort them. 

I climbed onto the stage and then walked towards the back curtain. Parting it I saw the backstage, which looked different than what I was expecting. There were random half-finished models laying around, a make-shift office with papers sitting on the desk, and a couple of dressing areas. The sound was coming from the closest one so I walked over.

As I got closer the crying sounded more and more distorted, I got to the room and looked at what was making the noise. 

As I saw it I screamed,  falling to the ground. I was looking at an abstraction, the glitching geometric shapes with glowing eyes. As I screamed, the abstraction turned to look at me.

I needed to run, I needed to find Caine. Despite my feelings about him, I need him to fix this. The abstraction is staring at me right now, I am frozen stuck staring back at it. I waited for it to attack… but It didn’t. It just continued to look at me and make distorted crying noises.I looked it over, trying to figure out who abstracted This was only the second abstraction I've seen but it still looks different. Maybe its appearance can give me a clue?

I noticed the eyes were the same shape as Kufmo’s abstraction. Maybe slightly rounder, but they were in shades or green and blue instead of yellow, pink, and blue. I also noticed there was something on top of its… head? It looked like… Caine’s hat…

Wait… Caine’s hat? Why does it have Caine’s hat? I managed to stand back up from falling, trying to get a closer look as I stepped towards it. The abstraction cried a little louder and moved away like it was scared of me. But it moved its head in a way where I could see the hat clearer, and yep… it was Caine’s hat. I realized that if it had its hat then maybe it… maybe it got rid of Caine… the only person who could do anything about it.

But as I looked at it more, I realized that the hat wasn’t lying on the ground like it would be if the abstraction did get rid of Caine. It was on its head, like to put the hat on there on purpose. I don’t think an abstraction is smart enough to do that though, it wouldn't want to use his hat as a trophy. So there is only one last explanation, which might be the worst.

“Caine… abstracted?!”

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Thank you for reading! I really enjoy angst, and especially Caine angst! idk if anyone else has written something like this with Caine abstracting, but it would be fun if I was the first

Again, let me know if you guys want me to post this on AO3. its pretty short so I wasn't sure if I should but if you guys like it I will!

I could also write more one shots if this does well, more Caine angst but also other things possibly.

again thanks............. bye!

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hi! Hope your doing okay, I wanted to know if you could do one with Aaron Hotchner and the reader is his son who’s 16 and autistic? The reader gets a meltdown at school and the school doesn’t know how to handle it and accidentally makes it worse so they panic and call Hotch who immediately drops everything he’s doing and rushes over to the school to calm him down and take him to the office with him so they can be together in a quiet place?

Thank you! Have a good day!

Aaron Hotchner X Autistic Son Reader

Request: Hi! Hope your doing okay, I wanted to know if you could do one with Aaron Hotchner and the reader is his son who's 16 and autistic? The reader gets a meltdown at school and the school doesn't know how to handle it and accidentally makes it worse so they panic and call Hotch who immediately drops everything he's doing and rushes over to the school to calm him down and take him to the office with him so they can be together in a quiet place?

I love this Idea the amount of times I've had a meltdown at college and I was alone sucked ass, the trwchers try but really they make it worse I know how

Y/N feels in this.

Third person pov...

The halls of Virginia High are buzzing with sounds and crowds as the bell for second period sounds, the students wave goodbye to their friends as they go off to class.

Y/N Hotchner was enjoying the day for once, nothing had gone wrong for the autistic teen, he was walking to his next class which was F/C (favourite class) he walked through the busy hallways.

He hated the feeling of people brushing up against him so he was allowed to leave the classroom after everyone else so the hallways weren't as busy.

Making sure his headphones were on the teen left the classroom and went on his way, as he did a teacher he didn't know called out to him, though he couldn't hear her.

"Hey stop!" She grabs the students shoulder, Y/N twisted away from the hand holding him, eyes squeezed shut in pain, he couldn't stand when someone touched him unless he knew their touch. (His Dad , Brother and the Team).

As he twisted the hand finally left this shoulder, he could feel his heart in his throat. "Shit" he muttered sliding down to the floor he flaps his hands as a way to calm down though it did nothing.

The teacher watched the teen confused and worried. She knelt doen next to him "are you okay" she asks the boy, Y/N shook his head he just wanted her to leave him alone.

Shutting his eyes he banged his head against the lockers behind him attempting to fight of the meltdown he knew was coming.

'Piss off, Piss off, Piss off' the 16 year old thought in his head. He hated this overwhelming feeling of losing control over his emotions and actions.

The teacher wouldn't budge. "Hey, don't do that" she reached out to stop him but was cut off from the boy speaking. "Pis-of" she leant closer to hear him.

"What did you say?" She questioned him.

Y/N looked up at her staring at her forehead, E/C eyes narrowed "piss off" he ended up yelling, this surprising the teacher, he then jumped up from the floor and sprinted off in a random direction.

The teacher was left standing in the corridor, eyed wide as the student ran off. She then went to talk to another staff member.

Y/N ended up running outside of the building, he needed to get away and his flight or fight response was kicking in, he didn't mean to snap but the teacher was making it worse like usual.

He did have a lanyard that explains he was autistic and to not touch him but knowone really looked at it or cared about it.

The teen eventually stopped running and realises he was in the field of his highschool, he decided to sit under a tree he always goes to when he was overwhelmed.

Rocking back and forth he begins trying to calm himself down though it wasn't working well. He flaps his hand and begins repeatin quotes he'd heard his Dad and the Team say, it helps calm him slowly.

At the FBI headquarters, The BAU were sat at the round table going over a new case that had been called in, teens were being killed every three weeks in floria.

As Penelope began her sideshow Hotches phone goes off, the team turned to the man. "Sorry Garcia" he says, eyebrows furrowed when he saw the caller ID.

"Hotchner" he speaks once he'd pressed accept. The team watch as his expression changed into one of concern. "Yes I'm on my way" he then ends the call and stands up from the table.

"Aaron what's going on?" Asks Rossi as the others look on in concern at the man, he never leaves during their meeting unless is it was serious.

Hotch looks up from his phone and answers. "Y/Ns having a meltdown at school got to go to him" he speaks his words rushed but the team understands.

Derek smiles. "Go take care of the little man Hotch" Penelope and Spencer nodding with him the two fellow autistics agreeing meltdowns sucked when you where alone.

"Yeah don't worry we'll hold down the fort" adds Emily, Hotch looks at the smiling faces of his team. "Thank you" he tells them before leaving the room, he grabs his stuff and begins making his way to the garage he had to get to Y/N.

The teen had calmed himself down, though he was tired and wanted to go home, meltdowns were always draining for the teen, it took him days to feel normal again after feeling intense emotions.

When he had them his Dad was always there to help and be supportive. The teachers at his school tried to help but never understood him and usually made it worse.

As he sat against the large tree he took a few deep breathes feeling his heart slowly return to normal, as he did this he heard footsteps infront of him.

He tensed thinking it was a teacher who had seen him and was coming to tell him off for being outside and not in class.

"N/N, it's Dad" came a familiar voice, this made the boy open his eyes and look over at the voice. He gasps "Dad!" He stood up and jumped into his Dad's arms.

Hotch held his son in his arms giving the boy the right amount pressure he needed after his meltdown. He could feel the tears returning as he buried his face into the familiar scent of his dad.

Hotch eyes held only love for his son as he rubbed the boys back. "It's okay Son" he tells the boy. "I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier" he muttered into the H/C hair.

Y/N smiled. "It's okay Dad, your here now" he mutters. After a while Y/N was calm again the two got into the car and went home, Y/N spent the weekend decompressing from the stressful week.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, sorry for the wait on writing it. Sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count : 1200

[in1-nutshell]

Lithia meets the Rescue Bots

SFW, Platonic, Mention of injury, Cybertronain reader

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Lithia was in the base alone that morning.

Ratchet was supposed to stay behind with her, but Lithia insisted he go out and exercise his T-cog for the day. She could handle a day alone in the base.

It was that morning when Lithia received a distress call. The call seemed to be coming from a hidden Autobot post.

“This is Autobot post Omega 1 what seems to be—”--Lithia

Lithia looks at a blonde boy and curly haired girl.

“…Ummm…”

“Hello, is Optimus around?”

“Umm… now he isn’t on the base right now, what seems to be the trouble?”--Lithia

“Our bots need help! They’re trapped inside a tunnel and I think one of them are hurt.”

Lithia looks at her med kits.

“I can help you guys. I have your coordinates, I’ll be there soon.”--Lithia

Lithia grabs her med kits, puts the coordinates in the groundbrigde and runs in.

Lithia arrives in a clean bunker with the two children standing by an open door leading into a tunnel.

The boy waves at her hurriedly.

Lithia quickly walks over to the pair.

The girl tells her to follow them to the bots.

Lithia and the kids walking down the tavern.

“So, who are you anyways?”

“Oh, I supposed I didn’t exactly introduce myself. I’m Lithia and you two are…”--Lithia

“I’m Frankie.”--Frankie

“And I’m Cody. We really appreciate you coming to help us.”--Cody

“No problem, Cody that is part of my job as a medic. Why don’t you tell me more about your bots, what happened to them anyways.”--Lithia

“The bots were working on reenforcing a section of the tunnel when part of it collapsed on top of them, I think they’re hurt.”--Cody

“Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll be okay.”--Lithia

“Yeah, their Rescue Bots after all.”--Frankie

Lithia pauses for a minute.

“Rescue Bots? I have heard about those bots in years…”--Lithia

“Heatwave said that they were out of commission for a while.”--Cody

Lithia’s optics widen a bit.

“Heatwave?”--Lithia

“Yeah, our bots, Heatwave, Chase, Boulder and Blades.”--Cody

Lithia stops suddenly.

“Did-did you say Blades?”--Lithia

“AAAHHHHHH!”

Lithia grabs both the kids and begins running to the yelling.

Lithia eventually arrives at the scene.

Four human adults are trying to help two bots digging the rocks in the giant pile.

Cody yells that the help has arrived.

Lithia understood immediately the looks of surprise on their faces.

Everyone probably thought that the kids had brought Prime, not another random bot.

She carefully puts the kids down and walks over to the bots.

“What seems to be the problem?”--Lithia

“Our teammates are buried behind—”--Boulder

Some of the rocks fall revealing another bot.

“Who are you?”--Heatwave

“Here to help. Is that everyone?”--Lithia

“Negative, Blades is still—”--Chase

“Blades?!”--Lithia

Lithia sees a small opening in the rocks and starts shimming in.

“You know who that was?”--Kade

“And why she seemed worried for Blades?”--Dani

“I have no idea. Lithia also seemed to know Blades while we were coming back.”--Cody

All three bots look at Cody with surprise.

“Did you say Lithia?”—Boulder

“That was Lithia?”—Heatwave

“Impre—“--Chase

BANG!

Everyone turns and sees Lithia kicking some of the rocks with her pedes while carrying a tired but happy looking Blades on her back.

“Blades!”--Everyone

“Before we have a happy reunion, does anyone mind if I take a look at everyone before?”--Lithia

Lithia takes her time making sure everyone, human or bot, was in tip top shape.

She also calmly answers any questions the team has.

“You’re from Optimus’s team?”—Graham

Lithia carefully tending to Blades pede.

“Yes I am.”--Lithia

“And you’re a trained medic?”--Dani

“Yes I am.”--Lithia

“And Ratchet—”--Chase

“Is my father, yes.”--Lithia

“Who’s Ratchet?”--Cody

“Only the Autobot’s chief medical officer. You must have gotten some of the best training.”--Boulder

Lithia laughs a bit.

“Yeah, but it defiantly wasn’t easy in the Academy, am I right Blades?”--Lithia

“You said it.”--Blades

“That leads me to my next question. You know Blades personally?”—Chief Burns

“We met at the Academy back on Cybertron. I was running late to class and ran into Lithia. Coincidentally we had the same class.”—Blades

Blades side hugs Lithia.

“And the rest was history!”--Blades

“Which reminds me.”--Lithia

Lithia flicks him hard on the face.

“If you EVER decide to disappear like that again, you’re gonna wish you disappeared.”--Lithia

“Wait if you’re from Optimus’s team, then you know Bumblebee?”--Dani

“…Yes…”--Lithia

“…Does he know that you’re here?”--Heatwave

“…”--Lithia

Meanwhile back on base…

“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! (LLLLIIIITTTHHHIIIIAAAAA!)”--Bumblebee

Back on Griffin rock…

“I’ll call in a bit...”--Lithia