#also literally both of them becoming [you know what] need I say more???
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there are so many things in veilguard that have made me go "wait what??? okay i guess i have to totally rethink the character i'm roleplaying now" that it's literally impossible to guess what thing you're referring to as The Thing That Happened. obviously extremely curious to hear what it is once you've detangled it
itâs kind of like that but itâs also less that and more... okay i should probably just say it, iâm being weird and unhelpful and i need to write it out anyway so i can think
MASSIVE SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT for a companion quest, do NOT say i didnât warn you. also please donât respond to this if you know more than me i am in distress but i still donât want spoilers
so i just finished lucanisâ âa murder of crowsâ quest. and lucanis. first talon. for some reason. (this is the writing choice iâm ??? on. also iâm ??? on lucanisâ whole storyline, frankly. the writing was. well. like i said, weâre not unpicking that right now, i donât want to get into it at this point, not the conversation iâm having.)
lifelong trauma of being in the crows and fighting to get someone in a talonâs position and keep them there -> the thing that gave sol all their diseases and made them, to be frank, fairly suicidal
viago: ultimately can handle it without them, especially with teiaâs backing.
lucanis: CANNOT handle it without them. holy fuck. for like twelve hundred different reasons, unthinkable, completely laughable, that he can handle this. who is going to protect him. the only reason this could be better at keeping sol mentally stable than watching viagoâs back is that they will never feel purposeless or need to go looking for an adrenaline rush, because forget crows, an ambitious blackbird could eat that man alive. he canât scheme. he canât even SCHEME and the very fact that he trusts sol DE RIVA demonstrates this. sol is a crow! from another house! does he have no memory at all of the fact that his own parents died in crow infighting? sol could have been playing him this whole time, it wouldnât have even been hard, and if they were that kind of person, then right now the first talonâs house would have just fallen directly in their hands like a gift from the maker, and they canât even say a part of themself they canât shut off isnât thinking about it that way! how is sol supposed to keep someone like that alive?
you see what itâs like trying to sleep while sol is having this discussion in my mind.
ahem. anyway. pathways for solâs life assuming they indeed make it through the game:
becoming lucanisâ guard dog the way they were for viago, which (even if they could mentally handle that, which they canât. or can they??) means switching house loyalties which would surely destroy them eventually -> bad
somehow trying to persuade lucanis to give this up, as if that wouldnât be throwing house dellamorte completely to the dogs, which at least sol canât imagine any crow is capable of, let alone someone so dedicated to clinging to what remains of his family that he couldnât even kill a traitor -> bad
going ahead and leaving the crows, but sol now has to leave BOTH viago and lucanis behind and also lucanis is going to die in there because they left him to do this alone -> bad
solution: sol is back on their original âif a blighted dragon eats me by the end of this, i donât have to experience consequencesâ train
and maybe theyâre right and i should not worry about this because iâm painfully aware itâs VERY bold to start deciding what happens after the game at this point, when they might still get trapped in the fade or turned into paste or something. and admittedly they did know and dread the possibilities from the first moment they felt something for lucanis, which was why they so wanted it to be anyone else, because anyone else in that lighthouse could have given them a different world, and he is the one who regardless of his best or worst intentions can only tie them tighter to a burning building. and SURE, i see the solas/mythal breakup parallels of sol still leaving, iâm looking at them, that doesnât mean i have to LIKE them
he hasnât even kissed them. theyâre doing all of this unkissed. lucanis dellamorte when i get you
again please absolutely do not respond to any of this with even the vaguest of hints if you know more about the rest of the game than me đ itâs probably best if no-one responds to this at all lmao i am just thinking out loud. you can reply with a âthatâs rough buddyâ. for sol
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and if i said laios and marcille are each otherâs type almost exactly???? what then?????
#ik this ship is big in the eastern fandom but the west have our eyes so tightly shut against it#and itâs fucking incredible#marcille waking up in a cold sweat next to her wife: shit laios is kinda hot#the realisation that if youâd met him first you might have fucked your brother in law is too much for any elf#laios knows marcille is his type but he respects the ancient sibling law of dibs#look the marcille-kabru and laios-falin parallels alone tell you this is true#also literally both of them becoming [you know what] need I say more???#laios touden#laios dungeon meshi#marcille donato#marcille dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#laimar
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btw toddâs reluctance to join the dps because he doesnât want to read (which is then accommodated for) and is scared to put himself out there (which is also worked through) being read as todd not wanting to go AT ALL, and thus neil making the proper accommodations (âtodd anderson, who prefers not to read, will keep the minutes of the meetingsâ) and encouraging him to step out of the box that stifles him being seen as âforcefulâ or like he canât take no for an answer makes me insane with rage
#and him trying to stop neil from asking if todd not reading at the meetings is okay isnât him wanting not to go#its him not wanting neil to ask because (as someone with social anxiety) itâs EMBARRASSING ASF for someone to ask for things on your behalf#literally just think about it as the meme of âwhen i tell my friend im hungry and he tells his mom that *i* want food instead of both of usâ#and the whole âneil not knowing how to take no for an answerâ thingâŚâŚ dont get me fucking started#the kid whoâs had to take no for an answer his whole life? the kid whose first proper scene IS him taking no for an answer? are you serious?#being encouraging and accommodating and (admittedly) a little pushy when heâs got his mind set on somethingâ#âis NAWT the same as not being able to take no for an answer or bulldozing through conversations with people#he and todd DO listen to each other in those conversations theyre just on opposing sidesâ#âbecause their understandings of the world donât fully align at that point in time/the movie#which is totally fucking normal?????? because later on they DO properly align?????????#i feel so crazy about this every time i see someone say todd didnât want to go the dead poets meetings because itâs so obvious he DID#he was just scared#and you know what maybe it IS a little forceful#but given how dedicated todd is to shutting off and hating and isolating himself he NEEDS a little forceful to be broken through to#if no one ever pushed me to do things when i was scared (as irritated as it can make me) iâd never do SHIT dude#and obviously todd is the same way because he ALL BUT OUTRIGHT SAYS AS MUCH#âi appreciate this concern but iâm not like youâ IS about neilâs voice and opinions mattering to people but it���s ALSO aboutâ#âhim being outgoing and trying new things and putting himself out there#WHICH TODD WANTS TO BE ABLE TO DO!!!!!!!!#the moral you take away from todds growth is NOT that he has to change to be accepted because he DOESNT#its that he has to gain the confidence and belief in himself to grow and become the version of himself he WANTS to be#he NEVER changes on a fundamental level to make others happy (although his growth does make others happy) he just opens up more#and i dont know WHY some people think his arc is becoming a completely different person#like yall PLEASE#this isnt even an anderperry thing this is an issue even if you read them completely platonic#i blame the FUCKASS novelizationâŚ. dps book you will always be hated by ME#dps#dead poets society#neil perry#todd anderson
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The concept of queerbaiting annoys me. I was told that it refers to a work of fiction pretending to cater to a queer audience but then pulling back from it to avoid alienating homophobes, which is an incredibly specific thing. But a lot of people seem to think that it instead means "any time there's any gay subtex, metaphor, or ambiguity" or "whenever something from 1995-2012 was being a normal amount of homophobic for the era."
#I've secondhand seen the way Sherlock...was.#And yeah that's very pointedly cruel to the audience.#But not everything is that aware of its following to point by point mock them for half an hour.#And I think people forget that for a period there was a unique combination of awareness of gay people and homophobia bad#and a severe need to avoid being perceived as gay (and sometimes homophobic) at the same time#while it was ALSO very acceptable to treat the existence of gay people and homophobia or discomfort with both as a joke#so that whole wink wink nudge nudge dance was a huge thing in some of the 90s and earlier 2000s#and sometimes by doing that people accidentally made it seem even more fucking gay.#Or on purpose. People also forget that yeah gay people could exist as a joke but they couldn't be casual protags or w/e.#It wasn't really done like that.#I think what it's really proof of is that the 90s/early 2000s is long enough ago that people have become illiterate to the cultural cues.#When comedians complain 'you cant make jokes anymore' sometimes this is the exact thing they're referring to.#Gay people being on TV or in books isn't some funny joke you make anymore. Just being gay or seen as gay isn't the punchline it used to be.#People are shitty about it still but it's in a different way now. Being gay isn't as much the big embarrassment it used to be.#Gay tv shows and books are a whole market now. And stuff like Sherlock or supernatural were made right in the middle of that shift.#It's the only way you could position a strategy like this. I don't know if that cultural moment really exists anymore.#Audience backlash is also more massive and in real time.#Now instead of mockery at the idea of idk Dr house md being gay conservatives would see it as a 'culture war' thing.#And non conservatives are more vocal and more liable to criticize. TV shows are seen as keepers of culture in ways they weren't before.#I don't know how to describe it exactly. I'm not an expert and I know I'm missing some pieces or things I wanted to point out.#But yeah I just think people kind of. Forgot how people treated gayness as some kind of cootie disease you had to say#You didn't have really hard all the time. People are still sort of like that but idk the language changed.#A lot of talk about homophobia and queerness is very pseudo-academic now. The distancing happens with different signifiers.#But. Yeah.#â ď¸#I also think queerbaiting requires a specific kind of intent as a marketing strategy.#Instead of the more likely 'well we have an unintended gay following now so I guess we can throw in some fanservice#the network would literally never allow us to do anything with it even if we wanted to though.'
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Zero idea if it'll help or fade into the background but I downloaded stuff to track things and smacked widgets onto my homescreen to not forget. Initially searched for pain ones (where I downloaded two just for good measure ig) but saw that one is customizable for like anything you want and no purchase stuff for me bc included in that one pass and said sure fuck it. I think at the min I need to track pain bc by my memory do I go mental thinking if it just feels frequent n all or if it actually is and mind goes blank when at the doc (will just be fun translating to ger OTL I learn sm to describe stuff in eng but then it lacks in first language). Alas for whatever reason lil me never thought abt actually writing these things down (prob bc every adult anyways dismissed them to the point of not being sure if the pain was actually there so what was the point. but now. now I'm the adult in my life who calls the shots for their own life even if anxiety makes it hard).
#a wild lux appears#randomly downloaded stuff when my headache almost made me want to cry again thank fuck for that binaural vid#Btw I will not tackle both languages full on at once they're just both there to not forget either#The group goal will prob be the hardest but at least I now realize I instead of beating myself up I just become avoidant#Which isn't good either but at least knowing what I do helps tackling it ykno#Btw the apps I got are dailyio. manage my pain. and. chronic insights (which is specifically for pain my recommendation since it's made by#one w it and completely free of ads n all. got a lot you can add n visually really nice. just fancy stuff behind paywall)#Zero idea if my stuff is chronic maybe I am since years in my denialism era either way pain is pain and I learned more online from disabled#ppl than from doctors which is just oh so great. but after learning not suprising yikes.#Also reg every adult I remember school trips being nightmares bc I ran out of energy and breath fast and the stops were not even close to#what I needed to recover.#Safe to say I became a v seething child who w reasons hated forced outdoors stuff#Got lots of fun stories which totally don't make me want to combust#This one is like. The tamest I think. Got literally locked out of my room to be foces to go outside#But all that is more stories abt one specific horrendous place I wish(ed) to burn to the ground than physical pain focused talk.#So gon cut it here#Need to shower anyways I just woke up I need v quickly food after it so cya#(just woke up I say. As if I'm not since like three hours awake but just since shortly out of my bed. anyways-)#Also last thing even if a child fakes pain to get out of stuff maybe talk w them as to why they feel the need to do that#Believe kids they know their body etc etc or I will hit you cartoon style w a piano over your head#Fuck wrote one app wrong I meant *daylio
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cross that line ę¤ (l.h)
part two
pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader
summary: For a long time, you were content hiding your feelings, but lately, the longing for someone you canât have has become unbearable. Despite knowing he could never be yours, you still cherished the sweet ache in your heart whenever he smiled or gave you a warm, platonic hug. Then, one day, everything changed.
genre: fluff + angst + smut (18+ mdni)
word count: 14k (14k on the dot to be precise but yeah uhm. sorry. I swear I'm normal)
warnings/tags: friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, thunderstorms, idiots in love, mutual pining, assumed unrequited love, jealous!reader, reader is described as shorter than logan, emotional!reader, miscommunication kinda, inexperienced/virgin!reader, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, piv sex, soft!dom logan, ok⌠just in overall bye, logan is soft for reader, sub!reader, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, major size kink, praise kink, dirty talk, oral fixation. some daddy kink? breeding kink aaaaa sorry. I wrote this while ovulating. theyâre both FREAKS. scent kink? lots of pet names. this is high key sweet and turns filthy. logan is worshipping his sweet girl ok! reader is a mutant. reader has hair, no further description though. this is not beta read sorry!
a/n: GUESS WHAT!!! user healmydesires is back with another self indulgent fic about a new blorbo! Iâve been having all random kinds of scenarios about logan in my head and I just didnât know which type of story to go with. until I felt like there werenât much of inexperienced/virgin reader fics for logan and tbh⌠thatâs kinda my brand (Iâm high key kidding but lowkey thatâs what I love to write the most) if youâve read my works so. I thought Iâll write what I WANT to read. so this is high key self indulgent. english isnât my first language so pls bear with me <3 also ngl.. a lot of it is just smut đ I literally wrote this while ovulating⌠EDIT (19/09): I kinda edited it a bit because it had a lot of grammar mistakes and I'd often jump from present tense to past tense so ye
this goes without saying, but if you don't like it don't read it <3
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Being roommates with your best friend had its perks. You were together almost all the time, sharing both the big and small moments. As fellow teachers, you could easily swap teaching tips, lend each other a hand with tasks, or offer guidance when you were feeling stuck. Your tall best friend effortlessly reached the top shelves, and you both enjoyed laughter-filled moments during movie marathons. Sharing responsibilities became more fun tooâsplitting chores like cooking and laundry felt easy and natural. Plus, there was comfort in knowing your best friend was always dependable, ready to support you whenever you needed it. And whenever you were in need of a hug, your best friend was probably already ready to envelop you in his warm embrace.
But it also had its disadvantages.
Especially considering that Logan Howlett, your best friend, was quite the menace.
Logan had always had a rugged handsomeness that effortlessly made people swoon all around him. It wasn't fair how pretty he was. He had always been lucky with finding partnersâor rather, when it came to finding bed or sexual partners. He'd often bring those one-night stands or partners to your shared apartment only to have sex with them. Logan had never been the type to stick with one person, always preferring flings over long-term relationships. Or so you thought.
You, on the other hand, had always craved a long-term relationship. You dreamed of finding your true loveâsomeone to share adventures with, to have fun with, and to dive into deep, meaningful and random conversations. You loved the idea of being with someone who let you be your true self, where you could spend hours talking about the most random thingsâdiscussing your favourite TV shows one minute, and passionately criticising capitalism and the world the next. You were all about affection, from kissing to being held, but you also longed to hold your partner close and make them feel cherished, just as much as you wanted to feel loved in return.
Unfortunately, you had never had the chance to experience anything like that.
It wasn't like you had never had the chance or had the opportunity to explore and possibly experience a potential relationship. You had just never been really interested in creating a relationship with a stranger.
Plus the thing was, your best friend wasn't just your best friend. You had been in love with Logan for god knows how long.
Charles Xavier was the one who had introduced you both, years ago. You remembered that day very vividly.
You had just arrived at the Xavier Institute, and the professor had offered you a two-sided job, to be a teacher at the school and be part of the X-Men.
You'd always done your best to keep your powers hidden, but being welcomed into a school designed for people like youâa mutantâfelt incredibly liberating. That's why you hadn't hesitated when Charles Xavier invited you to his school. You'd always known you were powerful, with the ability to control and manipulate water, but you had kept your abilities a secret, not wanting to be treated any differently in a world that didn't really like or understand people like you.
As the professor took you around the grounds, you couldn't help but be impressed by how big and beautiful it all was.
You were so captivated by the mansion's grandeur and stunning architecture that you didn't even notice a guy casually leaning against the nearest wall outside of Charles's office. But the moment your eyes met his, it felt as if time itself stood still. Looking into Logan's eyes, you felt like you could drown in them. You had never seen anyone so effortlessly handsome.
Completely entranced by him, you almost forgot to introduce yourself. Your body heated up in the moment, and the professor definitely noticed. Logan Howlett gave you a knowing smirk, making the warmth inside you intensify even more.
That day you both became friends, though you still didn't quite understand why, given how different you both were. Logan was gruff and blunt, while you, though capable of being direct, tended to choose your words more carefully. He was passionate and strong-willed and opinionated, and sometimes he let that get the best of him. You were deeply in tune with your emotions, while he always seemed to hold back, keeping certain feelings tightly guarded. Logan was never one to be very straightforward with his emotions. He would rather keep most of them to himself, and didn't want to seem too vulnerable. Communication was something you valued and needed a lot, but Logan, by contrast, didn't seem to rely on it as much. You were an overthinker, always caught up in your thoughts, and he would often step in to ease those worries of yours.
You could say that opposites attract.
Over time, your friendship grew, and one day he asked if you'd like to move in with him into a new apartment near the institute. He craved a bit more peace and genuinely enjoyed your company. It seemed like a good idea, so you thought, why not?
You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with your roommate. All you knew was that one day, you were suddenly overcome by an emotion so intense, it was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. It hit you all at once. Before Logan, you'd never really had a serious crush, never experienced feelings this powerful for anyone. You often told yourself it must have started shortly after you moved in with him, but deep down, you knew that wasn't the truth. This feeling had been quietly growing from the very first moment you met him, slowly building until it became impossible to ignore.
It was funny, you thought, how life had a way of bringing you thingsâand peopleâyou never realised you needed. People like Logan, who became so essential that you couldn't help but wonder how you had ever lived without them. People like Logan Howlett, who somehow managed to be both your saving grace and your greatest temptation.
âŠâË.ââžââşââ§
A few months into your roommate arrangement, you still couldn't get used to Logan constantly bringing one-night stands to your shared apartment. It was pure torment.
As you ate cereal at the kitchen island, one of Logan's many one-night stands quietly slipped out of the apartment. You rolled your eyes, as Logan routinely walked them through the apartment to the door, their faces often adorned with sly smiles as they fluttered their eyelashes at him. A knot of anger twisted in your belly as you watched them play with the collar of his shirt, their fingers lingering while he made no move to pull away. You'd never felt such intense rage before. He responded with a grunt as they would casually give him a goodbye kiss.
You hated experiencing feelings like these. It was a gross emotion, a heavy sensation that felt thick and tar-like, clinging to your chest and making you ache with its heavy weight.
Anxiety? Sure, you were often more anxious than most mutants, but that wasn't the feeling you had at this moment. Maybe it was jealousy? You disliked how that emotion fit so easily on your tongue, leaving a bitter taste.
Each time you witnessed these scenes unfold, jealousy and frustration would wash over you. Or how you'd feel utterly awful whenever you accidentally overheard them having sex.
As Logan reentered the apartment and closed the door behind him, you couldn't help but snort. âSo, what number are we up to now?â
He stared at you for a moment, before chuckling and shaking his head with a smirk. âNot sure, lost count.â He shrugged, grabbed an apple from the fruit basket on the kitchen island, and took a bite.
âWhat was their name?â you asked, staring daggers at your bowl of cereal.
Logan shrugged again. âI don't know, and honestly, I don't care,â he replied curtly before walking away.
You couldn't understand how he could be so nonchalant about this situation.
It wasn't just jealousy; you longed for any kind of affection or love from Logan, more than you ever thought possible. You were grateful to be his best friend and you knew it might seem foolish to hope for a chance with him, but you couldn't help yourself. Deep down, you feared you'd always feel this lonely, believing you could never fall for anyone but him. He was everything you craved and needed in life.
You felt foolish, constantly embarrassed and rejected. More than anything, you felt hurt, knowing that you were the only one to blame. It was your own feelings that had caused all this pain.
The thought of him one day falling in love with someone else made your stomach sink, but you pushed and suppressed your sadness aside daily. It didn't really matterâLogan was free to date whoever he wanted. He was your best friend, only his best friend.
One day, you'd have to come to terms with the fact that he would always be just your best friend.
You just hoped that one day it would become easier to deal with these feelings.
âŠâË.ââžââşââ§
It was the middle of a cold winter night â the air cool against your skin, even with your large pink puffer jacket to keep you warm. The thick curtain of night enveloped the sky, painting it a deep midnight blue, with stars twinkling like the clearest diamonds. Despite the cool ambient air, you found yourself relaxing, your shoulders gradually easing.
âYou see that there?â you pointed up at the starlit sky, leaning unconsciously into Logan's warmth as you both lay on the grass of the X-mansion grounds. âThat's the Pleiades. People often mistake it for the Little Dipper, but it's just a star cluster.â
Logan hummed, but his eyes were focused on you, how you gazed up at the stars with an awestruck expression. A gentle smile tugged at his lips, as he enjoyed how you looked so endearing as you were so engrossed in the stars that you loved so dearly.
He glanced up at the part of the sky you were pointing to, located the cluster of stars you had mentioned. He studied it for a moment and thought he had seen something similar to the Pleiades before, but never illuminated in the night sky like this. Logan's gaze then returned to the earth, settling back on the grass where he lay beside you.
âBeautiful,â Logan whispered as he stared at you. âTruly beautiful.â
You were too busy gazing up at the sky to realise that he wasn't talking about the sky.
For as long as you could remember, you had loved the night sky, finding its dark embrace profoundly comforting. More than that, you adored the starsâcoming out at night to bask in their radiance, with their distant coldness soothing your soul.
You had always felt so mesmerised about the universe, especially the stars and the moon. They appeared beautiful, glittering magnificently beside one another as they hovered in the upper stratosphere.
âWhy did you bring me out here, Lo?â you finally asked, looking up at your best friend. You noticed him smirk down at you and saw a fleeting hint of hesitant insecurity in his green eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
He shrugged against you, still grinning. âI know how much you enjoy stargazing, and I'm aware you've had a rough week, so I wanted to give you a chance to relax for a bit.â
You softened as you gazed up at him. Logan was rightâyou had been having a rough week. The children had been sweet, but the workload had been overwhelming. You couldn't help but appreciate how Logan was always looking out for you.
âThank youâŚâ you whispered.
âAnything for you, sweetheart.â He winked before he looked back up at the sky. âWhy don't you show me another constellation?â
You giggled as you pointed out another cluster of stars, but more often than not, Logan found it hard to focus on the stars. After all, he had a bright light of his own by his side daily that captured all of his attention.
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A year had passed since you moved in with Logan, and autumn was already around the corner. The temperature was gradually dropping, and the air became crisper. The trees' leaves were starting to fade from vibrant greens to tamer shades of bronze and gold. You had always loved this time of yearâit was that perfect season where you could bundle up in layers when you were outside, then retreat indoors in the evenings, getting cosy with a hot chocolate and a good book.
It was during seasons like this that you found yourself wishing you could cuddle up with someone, enjoying a movie or simply each other's company. But it wasn't just anyone you wanted by your sideâit had always been Logan for you.
For the longest time, you were content in just keeping all your feelings hidden. Lately, though, the longing had been getting harder to bear. Wanting someone you knew you couldn't have was starting to feel unbearable, slowly eating away at you. And even though you knew he could never be yours, it didn't stop you from savouring the sweet ache in your heart every time he smiled or when he pulled you into a warm, platonic hug.
All the stupid fluttery feelings in your stomach every time his eyes would catch yours, or the way your heart beat fast whenever you were in close proximity to him. You knew it had been years since you'd known Logan, but you couldn't help the effect he always had on you. The way he left you yearning for more. But, of course, you tried to bury those feelings down deep, reminding yourself that Logan could never feel the same way about you as you felt about him.
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One lazy afternoon, with no classes scheduled for you to teach, you found yourself by the lake on the X-Mansion grounds, practising your water bending. The water flowed seamlessly around you as you moved your arms, bending it effortlessly to your will. As you went through each movement, you could feel a pair of eyes on you, observing every precise motion, your muscles tensing with each fluid shift. A light sheen of sweat formed on your brow, and your face held a fierce look of concentration as you focused on perfecting your stance and movements.
Several moments had passed, and the person watching you still hadn't spoken a word. By now, you were almost certain it wasn't just anyoneâit had to be Logan. Anyone else would have said something by now, maybe greeted you or asked about your training. But not Logan. He had a way of lingering in silence, watching you in that quietly intense way of his, never feeling the need to fill the space with unnecessary words.
âWell, are you just going to stand there and stare, or do you plan on saying something?â you asked, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
Logan grunted, âI think I'll just keep watching. I quite like the view from here.â
A flush of warmth spread across your face, butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach at his words. You hesitated for a moment, pausing your movements before he spoke again.
âDon't stop on my account, sweetheart.â
You knew he was wearing one of his signature grins, and you so desperately wanted to wipe it off his face. As you grew more flustered, a wave of frustration built up inside youâhow could this man always have such an effect on you? An idea sparked in your mind, a mischievous smirk tugging at your lips. Deciding to continue your water bending practice while he watched, you let the water flow effortlessly around you, fully aware of his eyes tracking your every move.
Once a peaceful stillness settled in the air, you saw your opening. Without warning, you spun around with swift precision, bending the water toward him and drenching him in seconds.
Logan stood there, completely perplexed as you broke into a fit of giggles. He was drenched from head to toe, and you knew it wouldn't be long before he sprang into action. Sure enough, just seconds later, he smirked again, though this time it carried a sharper edge. âYou think this is funny, bub?â
âYeah, I kinda do,â you replied between laughs, unable to contain yourself.
But then, Logan's grin turned devious, and with a determined march, he began closing the distance between you. Your eyes widened in realisation, and without thinking, you bolted away.
âYou're not getting away with this, princess,â he called out, his voice low as he gave chase.
He moved swiftly through the gardens, but you were quicker, slipping just out of sight every time he got close. His eyes darted around, scanning the area, frustration slowly turning into determination. You could hear him muttering under his breath, his footsteps getting louder as he searched for you. Your heart raced as you ducked behind a tree, trying to stifle your laughter. The thrill of the chase had adrenaline coursing through your veins.
For a moment, you thought you had lost him, but then he sniffed and just as you peeked around the tree, you saw him spot you from across the grove. His eyes gleamed with mischief as a smirk curled at the corner of his lips. âI got you,â he muttered before he moved towards you with renewed speed. You tried to slip away again, but it was too lateâhe had you cornered.
Soon enough, two strong arms caged you in, trapping you between the tree and his chest. A startled yelp escaped your lips as you tried to back away, only to realise there was nowhere to go. âGotcha,â he murmured, his voice low and teasing, the familiar playful glint in his eyes making your heart race even faster.
You squirmed, trying to find a way out, but his grip tightened just enough to keep you in place without being overbearing. âLogan! Let me go,â you protested, laughter bubbling up in your throat despite your attempt to sound serious.
âThought you could get away that easily, huh?â he teased, leaning in so close that you could feel his wet clothes and the warmth of his body. The heat from his proximity spread across your own, making you acutely aware of how close you were. You bit your lip, your cheeks becoming hotter as his smirk widened. The sight of your flustered expression seemed to delight him, his satisfaction evident in his playful gaze.
âWell, this is cosy,â you remarked, but your voice barely rose above a whisper. There was a tremor in your tone, one that matched the rapid beat of your heart.
âHm, I think so too,â he responded with the same teasing tone. You gazed up at him with bright eyes as the golden hour of evening cast a warm glow around you both. It took all his willpower not to look away, not to acknowledge the tension that hung thick in the air.
You shifted against the tree, searching for a different way to elicit a reaction from him. Your touch light, almost accidental, but it sent a shockwave through him, his breath hitching in his throat. You could feel him stiffen, sensing the tension as he reacted to your contact.
He leaned in, just enough that he could feel your breath against his skin, just enough that the space between you became almost non-existent, and just enough to hear your breath hitch.
Logan closed his eyes, as he pressed his forehead against your own. Every time he tried to speak, the words got tangled up in the mess of emotions swirling inside him. All he could think about was how close you were, how your touch burned through him, how the smell of you, that unique soft scent of yours, filled his senses and made him want to lose himself in you.
âLoââ
Before you could finish, Ororo's voice rang out, calling your name. You felt a wave of disappointment wash over you as you realised your moment with Logan was interrupted. You had forgotten about the promise to cook together with her and Jean, and your friend's timing burst the bubble of what you thought might finally be a shared moment with him.
He grunted in frustration, pulling away from you and looking off to the side. Ororo, Jean, and even Scott soon found their way to you, their presence drawing closer. As they approached, each of them wore a grin that suggested they had noticed the tension between you and Logan. The air was thick with unspoken understanding, and it was clear that your friends had picked up on the charged moment that had just been interrupted.
You cleared your throat and stepped reluctantly away from Logan, trying to regain your composure. You forced a smile as you addressed your friends, saying, âSorry to keep you guys waiting.â You then walked away with Jean and Ororo towards the mansion, though you couldn't help glancing back over your shoulder. Each time you looked, a hint of longing appeared on your face as you cast a final, wistful glance at Logan.
As you walked away, you heard Scott remark, âYou look wet.â
Logan responded with a huff, âFuck off, Summers.â
You couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if your friends wouldn't have interrupted you.
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It had been Friday evening, and you were in your office at the institute, finishing up grading the last of the papers while waiting for Logan. The two of you had plans to head home together, but he had yet to come and find you. Growing impatient, you decided to look for him yourself. You grabbed your bag and jacket before going out of your office, closing the door silently behind you. The smell of stew wafted through the mansion as you jogged down the stairs from your office to the kitchen. You quietly approached and paused when you saw him with Jean. She was chopping vegetables, while Logan leaned against the island, holding a cup of coffee.
âI don't see why you don't just do it. Everyone can see how perfect you two are for each other,â Jean had sighed.
Your eyes widened and you bit your lip nervously as you instinctively hid behind the wall. You truly hoped Logan wouldn't smell your scent while hiding, considering his heightened sense of smell. You knew you shouldn't be eavesdropping, but your curiosity had gotten the better of you. Jean's words had left you intrigued about what they were discussing.
Logan huffed, âI've already told youââ he tried arguing, but Jean cut him off mid-sentence.
âLogan, come on,â Jean said pointedly. âYou keep denying it, but everyone here has seen the two of you dance around each other for years. You can't honestly tell me that you're just friends. Friends don't act the way you two do with each other.â
âWhat's that supposed to mean?â Logan asked, tilting his head to the side. Your stomach churned as you realised they were talking about the two of you. Silently, you pressed your back against the wall and shuffled further behind it, continuing to listen.
âIt means that friends don't stare at each other longingly, or they don't flirt with each other, and they certainly don't cuddle together while sharing the same bed,â Jean said, emphasising her point as Logan began to argue. âBesides,â she continued, âyou've known her for a while now. There's no one you've been more comfortable with than her. We all know you'll look after each other and be happy together. So why haven't you done anything about it? All we want is for you both to be happy,â Jean concluded.
You bit your lip at her words, feeling a mix of hope and nervousness churn in your stomach. With trembling fingers, you held your breath, waiting for Logan's response. When you heard him sigh, you felt your world begin to crumble around you.
âYeah, but Jean, it's not like that. We are not like that. We're just friends,â Logan had replied. You had pressed your teeth harshly into your lip, biting down so hard you feared you might draw blood. It was the only thing keeping you from sobbing out loud. Logan's words replayed over and over in your mind. While you had always known he felt that way, hearing it confirmed so casually had left your heart breaking.
Not wanting to listen any longer, you silently turned and hurried toward the main entrance, trying to be as quiet as possible. Once outside, tears flooded your vision as you ran to the mansion gates, searching through your bag for your phone to call a cab. Since you hadn't brought your car and had driven in with Logan that morning, calling a cab was your only option.
When the cab finally arrived, you slid into the backseat and gave the driver your instructions. As he drove you home, you took a deep breath, struggling to swallow the lump in your throat. Your breath came in labored gasps as you fought to keep from breaking down in tears. Your mind was running a mile a minute as you tried to process his words. Silently you let the tears flow down your cheeks.
When you arrived at your building, you paid the cab and noticed your phone buzzing incessantly. You quickly silenced it as you entered your apartment, not bothering to look at who was trying to contact you.
Once you entered your bedroom, you broke down just then as you let out a choked sob while stripping off your clothes. With great effort, you managed to put on your pyjamas before climbing into bed. Soon, you would let your destructive thoughts take over. Deep down, you knew you shouldn't have eavesdropped on their conversation and jumped to conclusions, especially since Logan wasn't done speaking with Jean. But you couldn't bear to stay and listen any longer. You felt too vulnerable as you let his words echo inside your head.
You had been ignoring all the texts from your friends and the calls from Logan specifically, too drained to even hold a conversation.
Eventually, you felt sleep overtaking you, utterly exhausted from a long workweek and an emotionally draining evening.ââââââââââââââââ
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That same night, you had jolted awake to the sound of a loud rumble. Outside, storm clouds loomed ominously over the city, with thunder crackling through them every few minutes. The storm had been raging outside your apartment, with thunder booming so fiercely it shook the windows. Curled up in your bed, you had whimpered softly, clutching a thick blanket tightly around youânot just for warmth, but for comfort and a sense of protection.
You had never liked thunderstorms, and by now, you must have tried a thousand different ways to distract yourself from them. You'd put on headphones to drown out the noise, but the knowledge of the storm outside still fed your anxiety. Thunderstorms always had a way of making you feel small and utterly helpless.
You felt a tightness building in your chest as you trembled beneath the sheets. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to steady your breathing and calm yourself down. In moments like these, you felt truly helpless. You knew you shouldn't feel ashamed for being this terrified, but you couldn't help it.
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on the song playing through your headphones, desperate to drown out the storm. Moments later, you felt the bed dip. Slowly, you opened your eyes and found Logan sitting at the end of your bed, his soft gaze fixed on you with a look of quiet concern. A wave of relief washed over you just at the sight of him. Part of you wanted to ignore him and continue being upset with everything that had happened earlier that evening, but you couldn't find the power to do so. After all, he probably didn't even know why you were upset and who were you even kidding, he was everything you needed.
He was sitting there shirtless, dressed only in a pair of grey sweatpants. His hair was tousled from sleep. If it weren't for the sheer terror you felt because of the storm outside, you knew your cheeks would be burning at the sight of him like this. You noticed his mouth moving and, reluctantly, you slid one headphone off your ear to hear him.
âW-what?â you squeaked, your voice barely above a whisper.
âSweetheart,â Logan whispered cautiously into the darkness.
At the sound of his voice, the tears that had been brimming in your eyes finally spilled down your cheeks. âI'm so sorry, I feel so stupid,â you whispered, taking off your headphones and quickly trying to wipe your tears away, embarrassed by your emotions and the fact that you were terrified by the storm.
Seconds later Logan was climbing up the bed and he was lying right next to you. His strong arms wrapped around your shaking form almost immediately, holding you tightly.
âShhh it's okay sweet girl, I've got you,â he whispered softly as he kissed your temple. Warmth spread through you at the action and you melted into his embrace.
âI hate being scared of them, Lo,â you mumbled into his chest as he squeezed you tightly.
âIt's okay princess, I got you. I won't let anything happen to you.â His hands, surprisingly soft, were stroking your skin in a soothing manner as he continued to press soft kisses around the top of your head.
As Logan held you, you felt yourself slowly begin to calm down. Even though the storm showed no signs of letting up, his presence made you feel much more at ease and secure. Logan meant everything to youâhe was your anchor.
âPlease, stay,â you whispered as the last few tears slipped down your cheeks.
In the dark, Logan whispered your name and tightened his embrace. âI'm not going anywhere, baby girl.â
As Logan held you close, you felt your body relax gradually. He gently ran his hand through your hair, pulling the covers over both of you and adding an extra layer of warmth.
You reflected on how he often spoke to you and the way he treated you with such care. You couldn't help but overthink his sweet and gentle treatment. You knew you were more emotional and needed extra reassurance and patience, but you had never considered that he might actually have feelings for you beyond friendship. You often felt like a burden to your friends and especially to Logan. You were fairly certain you were the only one he treated this way. His teasing sometimes seemed like it could be flirting, and despite your attempts to deny it, deep down you sensed that you were somehow special to him.Â
But another part of you couldn't shake what he had said earlier that night to Jean. You felt deeply conflicted and confused about everything happening between the two of you. The uncertainty and mixed emotions left you struggling to understand his true feelings, unsure of how to navigate the situation.
So you did what felt best to you, which was communicating. Even if you hated confrontation so much, you hated being unsure even more.
âLo?â your voice trembled as you whispered against him.
âYeah, sweet girl?â He said gently.
You took a little longer to respond, lost in your own thoughts, overthinking everything. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. Sensing your hesitation, Logan spoke up again, breaking through your spiralling mind.
âAre you okay?â he asked, his voice lingering in the air as your eyes fluttered open. His head was tilted slightly, worry etched across his face.
â'M-am fine⌠I justââ you stuttered, your voice cracking. Logan stared at you, waiting patiently for you to finish. âI need to talk about something, or-or it will probably eat me alive if I don't.â
Logan's brow furrowed as his concern deepened, but he remained patient, waiting for you to continue.
âI- I overheard you and Jean earlier tonightâŚâ your voice barely above a whisper.
Recognition settled over him at your words. He sighed shortly after. âWhat exactly did you hear?â
âYou saidâŚâ your voice faltered, cracking slightly before you took a deep breath, closing your eyes. âYou said we weren't like 'that,' and that we were just friends. After hearing that, I couldn't stay. It hurt too much.â You paused, your words tumbling out in a rush. âI know I shouldn't have eavesdropped, and I'm sorry... I justââ Your voice trailed off as you buried your face in his chest, your rambling finally coming to an end.
He let out a deep sigh, pulling you closer into his embrace. One of his hands gently cupped your cheek, causing your breath to hitch at the contact. âSweetheart,â he said, his voice steady but filled with warmth. Slowly, you opened your eyes, tears welling up as you met his gaze. Logan's expression softened, and he let out a soothing sound. âAngel, if you'd stayed a little longer, you would've heard the rest of the conversation.â
âW-what?â You squeaked, your heart pounding against your chest as you anxiously waited for him to continue.
âFirst of all,â he began, locking eyes with you as he spoke, âI told Jean that I couldn't tell you how I felt because I never thought you'd feel the same way. I figured you were better off not knowing how I feel about you becauseâŚâ His voice faltered for a moment, a heavy sigh escaping him before he continued, âI've always believed I didn't deserve someone like you. Someone so beautiful, so patient, intelligent, caring and so sweet.â
âLoââ It was difficult to process everything he had said. You had been so sure that he didn't feel anything more than platonic for you, so hearing that he did was overwhelming and you needed to let it sink in. âI just thought... you know, with all the people you've had over in the past, you wouldn't feel anything for me,â you said, your sadness making it hard to finish the sentence and your nerves bracing for the words you had been dreading to hear.ââââââââââââââââ
âI know it sounds stupid, but I kept convincing myself that if I would have meaningless sex with random people that I would get over you. That if I told you how I felt, Iâd lose you,â he went on, his vulnerability tugging at your heart. âThatâs the last thing I want. You mean too much to me to risk that. I love you, and the thought of losing youâeven if it meant not having you the way I wantedâwas unbearable.â
Tears welled in your eyes, slowly slipping down your cheeks as he poured out his heart, leaving you in disbelief. You hiccuped through your tears, âYou... y-you love me?â
His expression softened further as he took in your puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. Gently, he used his hands to wipe away the tears that were slipping down your cheeks, handling you with far more tenderness and care than you had shown yourself earlier.
âOf course I do,â he replied softly. âIn every universe, there's no one I love more than you.â
âLogan, you deserve me. Just as much as I deserve you,â you said, cupping his cheeks as tears continued to stream down your own. âYou don't have an idea how much I love you.â
Logan smiled softly before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. His arms tightened around you as he began to pepper your face with tender kisses. You couldn't help but giggle against him, feeling the tension between you both melt away bit by bit. The tears slowly came to a stop.
As the emotional intensity of the moment subsided, you felt a sense of relief and contentment. The storm outside seemed to fade into the background as you basked in the warmth of your newfound understanding. You knew that challenges would still come, but facing them together felt infinitely more manageable now that you had acknowledged your feelings for each other.ââââââââââââââââ
After placing a final kiss on the tip of your nose, he pulled back, his gaze filled with such deep affection that it left you feeling overwhelmedâbut in the best possible way.
Logan caressed your face with fondness as he admired you. âYouâre beautiful.â
Youâd feel flustered instantly. âYouâre so handsome Logan.â You whispered timidly.Â
âReally?â Heâd smile down at you.Â
âYes,â you whispered, continuing to meet his gaze shyly, your heart racing as his touch lingered on your skin.
You felt his hand slip beneath the hem of your nightshirt, his fingers tracing the soft skin of your back. A shiver ran down your spine at his touch, drawing his playful gaze as his eyes glinted mischievously. Your breath hitched when his other hand brushed against your bottom lip, sending warmth flooding through your body as his touch became more intimate, exploring you with quiet intensity.
âDo I make you nervous?â he teased with a devious grin.
âI guess you do,â you admitted, biting your lip bashfully.
âAnd why's that?â Logan asked, leaning in even closer. You could feel his breath against your lips, his nose brushing gently against yours.Â
Thereâs a moment of silence as Loganâs face moves closer and closer to your own, both unable to verbalise just how desperate either of you feel for each other.
His hands are warm as they wander all over your back, underneath the soft fabric of your pyjamas. Your eyes flutter close as you enjoy his attention. You feel yourself get lightheaded by his affection and by the close proximity of your bodies.
As your eyes remained locked with his, the intensity between you grew. You found yourself studying every detail of Loganâs faceâthe small moles scattered across his skin, his beautiful green eyes, the rough stubble along his jawline. Your gaze drifted from his eyes, down the slope of his nose, until you were irresistibly drawn to his lips. His mouth looks so inviting.
How much youâve dreamed of having them on your own.
You swallowed dryly at the intensity behind his eyes, your heart beating madly in your chest. A flare of heat rushed to your cheeks as you resolved to reveal the truth. You didnât want to keep it from him any longer, especially with him looking at you as if he was about to devour you.
âB-because Iââ you finally spoke as you stumbled over your words. You felt weak in his presence, but in the best way imaginable. Heat spreads through your body, a feverish sensation overwhelming your senses. Your heart raced, refusing to calm down, and your limbs trembled uncontrollably. It wasnât the kind of fever that came with illness, but a warmthâtingling, like anticipation coursing through your veins. You whimpered as the same warmth settled between your thighs. âI need y-yoââ
Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours, kissing you with an intensity and passion that left you trembling and helpless, while soft whimpers escaped your throat. Heâd tug your body fully closer against his own as his mouth claimed yours.
All your thoughts overwhelmed your brain, disabling any rational understanding of what was going on. Gradually, you leaned into Logan, melting into his embrace. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him back.
Logan groaned as he continued to kiss you with a fierce intensity, giving everything he had. You felt his tongue tracing your lips slowly. Knowing what he wanted you parted your mouth slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue inside and swirl it around yours.
You absorbed all his passion, savouring the warmth of his closeness and the sensation of his rough yet soft hands holding you tightly. You didnât want to ask how this was happening, nor did you dare question whether it was real or just a dream.
One of his hands roamed over the bare skin of your back beneath your pyjama shirt, leaving goosebumps in his wake, while the other explored the tender curve of your neck. He held you with such tenderness as his mouth continued to move ferociously against yours.
You whimpered against him as warmth and wetness continued to pool between your thighs, your pussy throbbing as his voice rumbled with a chuckle. âYou okay there, kitten?â he asked softly, his voice low as his lips brushed against your jaw.
You knew he could smell your arousal, knew he could hear how fast your heart was beating. You bit your lip, trying to stifle another sound, and you tried to bury your face into his chest, feeling the heat spreading across your face and body. Logan was having none of that, his lips quickly reunited with yours. He groaned softly, a deep rumble in his chest, as you trailed your tongue out to seek purchase in his mouth, and he opened for you without hesitation. His hands gripped at your waist and brought your body flush against his.
You wanted Logan to consume your very being. Claim you as his completely.
Soft little noises of pleasure kept leaving your mouth as he continued to kiss you. His lips pressed against yours, guiding the kiss with a gentle control that made you melt into his embrace. You surrendered completely, letting him lead as you revelled in the sensation. He was so good at kissing that all you wanted was to stay in this moment with him forever.
He pulled away after what felt like hours to breathe, his warm pants fanning across your heated face. He was still holding your face with one hand, and his thumb on your cheek moved a little, stroking your skin with so much tenderness. Murmuring against your lips, he said, âIâve wanted to do this for so long. I love you so much.â before delving back in for more.
You whimpered as he nipped at your bottom lip, then gently swiped his tongue over it to soothe the sting. You gasped, and Logan seized the moment to explore the inside of your mouth with his tongue once again. As the kiss grew more heated, you moaned, feeling lightheaded and dizzy.
Surprisingly, you completely forgot about the storm thatâs raging outside.
Logan devoured you, pouring all his love into you and claiming your mouth and kissing you with so much passion, your body shuddered with want, from the need for him. He moved his lips with yours and swirled his tongue with your own. His hand then moved to tangle in your hair as he pressed his body to yours completely.
Your hands moved to bury in his hair as well. When you pulled at his hair it was a bit rougher than you intended to and it tips his head all the way back and he lets out a loud, wanton moan that makes your whole body flush with arousal. You whined as he finally pulled away, as he left your body flush and panting and craving so much more.
His mouth then moved from your lips to your cheeks as he whispered his love for you again and again. He started trailing long, hot kisses down your jaw and neck. You whimpered pitifully as he suckled lightly on the side of your neck, tilting your head back instinctively to bare more of your soft skin to him.
âFuck, baby, youâre everything.â He groaned as he bit down gently on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You cried out, impulsively grinding your hips against his own, desperately searching for some much needed friction against your throbbing clit. âYouâre mine.â Heâd growl against your skin.
You gasped, your eyes flying open when you felt his erection pressing against your pussy. You moaned as your core started clenching around nothing, begging for some attention, his attention.
Logan groaned as you continued to grind against him, grasping your hips into his hands to halt your movements. You whined in protest, as he then rolled you both over, hovering above you as he pinned your arms gently against the mattress.
âSo needy.â He chuckled as a devious smile would grow on his face. âDoes your sweet little pussy want some attention?â He grinned when you whimpered underneath him, before he continued. âI can always smell how much you need me.â He growled before he rolled his hips against yours again. âThis virgin pussy is always begging for me to fill her.â
You didnât have time to become embarrassed as high pitched whimpers slipped past your lips as he continued to grind against you. Youâve craved this man so bad, and now that he was yours you didnât want to hold back anymore. He intertwined your hands together as he moved his big straining and clothed cock against your now soaked panties.Â
âLove those little noises you make for me, such a good girl.â He moaned against the skin of your neck as he pressed open mouthed kisses and licks across your skin.Â
You whined as he gave you a particular hard thrust. You could feel how massive he felt as he rubbed his cock against your clothed folds. You couldnât deny that it made you nervous but all you could think about was that you needed and wanted him to take you so bad. More wetness would pool down your heated cunt as you fantasise about him filling your tiny pussy with more than just his cock. âAh, n-need yo-you LoâŚâ
Suddenly everything became overwhelming, the temperature in the room rising quickly, the feel of his thick cock thrusting against you, the feel of his touch as it wandered all over your skin and the fact that you were going into a foreign but intimate territory with your best friend had you feeling hot all over.
His features softened as he took in how overwhelmed and flustered you looked. He slowed down his movements and one of his hands would move to hold your face as he slowly leaned down to peck your lips. âYouâre okay baby girl, Iâve got you. I will take good care of you.â He whispered against your lips. His low voice sent a new wave of arousal down your body. âTell me what you need, kitten.â
âYou, I need you, Logan. I've always only needed you,â you whimpered against his lips as you reconnected them. His hands gently caressed your thighs, and your mind became hazy with intense lust and overwhelming love for him. Your brain instantly turned into mush as you continued to kiss each other passionately.
The kiss then increased with an intensity that had you gasping for breath. You rolled your hips into his, rubbing your throbbing clit against him for some friction against your core. You moaned into his mouth as you rubbed against him. The front of his sweatpants strained as he moved along with you.
As you kept losing yourself in the kiss, you felt his hands wander up your thighs up to the hem of your shirt. His fingers brushed delicately over the sides of your ribs, moving up and down your skin repeatedly, his fingertips mapping out every dip and curve as they wandered all over your skin.
âYou're beautiful,â he whispered against your lips, admiring you, making you glance up at him shyly from beneath him. He pulled away just slightly only for him to hold the hem of your shirt, and you could tell what he was about to ask before he opened his mouth. You bit your lip and nodded vigorously, causing him to chuckle breathlessly. âYou want me to take this off?â He questioned as he tugged at the fabric gently.Â
You nodded bashfully, unable to use or trust your voice during that moment.Â
He smiled softly, his hands gently brushing under your shirt before hooking his fingers into the fabric. Slowly, he lifted it, and you raised your arms to help him slip it off.
You felt heat rising on your skin the way his eyes roamed all over you, taking in every little detail. The way Logan was looking at you, eyes filled with nothing but love, adoration and lust, made you feel so alive.
He discarded the piece of clothing to the side and began mouthing along your collarbone with affection. You trembled underneath him as he showered you with his attention. âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered repeatedly as his mouth travelled all over your exposed skin.
His large hands moved to the curve of your waist where it met your hips and clutched it, holding you tight as he littered damp kisses and nips to your shoulders and any skin along the way down to your breasts. You whimpered as he traced the tip of his nose over the swell of your breast.
He smirked as he looked up at you, breathing in through his nose as he inhaled your scent and you couldnât help but shiver when he exhaled warmly through his mouth and onto your nipple. âFuck, baby girl, youâre so hot.â
Then, he wrapped his lips around one nipple, teeth just skimming your skin as he sucked and licked with passion.
âL-Lo,â you mewl as you try to grind your hips against him, your cunt seeking friction as it throbs with need.
âFeeling good kitty?â He quipped back as he grins up at you. You felt your skin flush with heat as you just stared down at him. Lust was written all over your face and he had no trouble reading your expression. So he resumed licking, long, lavishing licks with the flat of his tongue over your pebbled nipple as the other hand which was occupying your other breast, travelled all the way down to your panties.Â
As his fingers slipped underneath the band of your lacy underwear, down to where you needed him the most, his mouth fell open to unleash a loud groan onto your nipple as he felt your wetness, sliding his fingers between your soaked folds.
He explored your wet cunt patiently. Heat overwhelmed your senses as Logan continued to litter soft kisses all over your chest. Your hands found his head, running your fingers through his hair as his mouth continued to wander all over your naked skin.
Loganâs lips moved slowly down your body, kissing every little place he could find on your skin while his hands traced along.
Soon, he would retreat his hand from your heat, leaving you a whimpering mess. He then leant forward, his face meeting your sex, breathing in the smell of your pussy, running his nose against the damp patch on your underwear. You whimpered as he inhaled your scent. âFuck kitten,â he growled as he couldnât seem to stop smelling you. âThis pussy smells so good, I canât wait to taste ya.â
A devious smile played on Loganâs lips as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. âI am sure you taste just as good as you smell, if not better.â He groaned before taking your underwear between his teeth, while pulling it off your legs slowly. A shuddering breath left your lips, speechless as you watched him take off your lacy panties, becoming needier the longer you watched him. Logan kept looking at you as he slid down your body, pulling it off of you when it reached your ankles.
Once he took them off completely he gently pushed your legs wide for him, whimpering as the air hit your wet slit. He took a moment as his eyes took over you, your glistening centre clenching around nothing as he continued to stare at your wet hole. The man between your legs would moan at the sight. Not much later, Logan smirked as he kissed all the way up to your leg, taking his sweet time to give your body the attention you deserved. He pressed soft kisses from your ankles up to your knees, his hands moving along with his mouth, caressing the insides of your thighs as he gradually moved up your legs.
His lips lingered on your thighs, licking and sucking some kisses on your soft skin, Loganâs lips were so close to where you needed him the most yet he felt so far away.
âSo pretty,â he murmured as he guided your legs over either of his shoulders.
You were about to beg as his lips detached from your thigh, only for moments later to feel him nuzzling against your pussy, smearing your juices across his lips and opening you up to his skilled tongue.
You gasp and squirm at the contact of his wet tongue.
He then pulls back for a second, âpussy tastes so good,â he moaned before his fingers moved to spread your outer lips for him. âBut I think I'm gonna play with my girl for a bit.â Logan smiled as he slid a finger inside of you, watching the way your body squirmed at the sensation, moaning against the pillow next to you as you tried to muffle yourself.
You moaned as he moved his thick and long finger inside your tight walls. âSo wet for me baby girl, youâre literally dripping on my finger,â he said before he pressed some kisses on your pubic bone, making you buck your hips in response. âEasy, kitty, we have all night.â
âL-Logan, please please I need more. Need your mouth and just. More. Pleaseeee need you so baââ your whining got cut off the moment you felt his lips wrap around your clit, sucked it into his mouth, coaxing a loud but broken moan out of you. âF-Fuck!â
You felt like screaming, you didnât know what to do with your hands, feeling so lost and overwhelmed with the pleasure Logan was giving you already. He dove between your legs, licking a stripe up through your folds and teasingly dipping his tongue into your entrance along with his finger before he travelled up to your clit, spreading your lips with his wet appendage before sucking your button into his mouth.
The whine that came out of you only drove Logan to seek out more of those heavenly sounds. As his one single digit pumped in and out of you, you couldnât help but appreciate that his fingers felt so much more pleasurable and thicker than your own. As bliss overwhelmed your senses, you felt your whole body start to tremble.Â
Your core began clenching around his finger, begging for more. He pumped his finger in and out of you at a leisurely pace. Instinctively you tried moving your hips, slowly, grinding against his hand and mouth as he moaned. He gave you an intense look as he continued to fuck you with his finger. His eyes couldnât seem to stay in one place as he admired how beautiful you were underneath him.
You were panting heavily, barely able to think straight, your mind turning hazy as he slowly slipped a second finger inside your tight channel.Â
Logan moved them slowly at first as your pussy tried to adjust to the addition. The stretch was overwhelming but oh so satisfying. Little whimpers left your lips as he fucked you with his fingers. He moved his face back to meet yours, engulfing you in a passionate kiss, swallowing all your little mewls.
You gasped, his tongue slipped inside your mouth, kissing you with so much passion, giving you everything he had to offer. âThat feels good doesn't it, princess?â Logan groaned as his thumb made contact with your clit. You bucked your hips and nodded quietly. âUse your words pretty girl,â he taunted while he curled his fingers inside you as he played with the sensitive spot inside you.
âYes, please please Lo, feels⌠so good.â You moaned loudly.
Soon his lips travelled all the way down your body as whines and whimpers left your trembling lips, silently begging for more â all while he was still finger fucking you.
Logan inhaled your scent as soon as he leaned forward, but didnât let you wait in anticipation much longer. He wet his lips before his head dipped between your legs, warm tongue licking a slow stripe across your outer lips, all the way up to your button.
âAh, fuck!â You cried out, your hips bucking off the mattress.Â
Squeaky, senseless noises bubbled up from your throat wantonly. Your hips stuttered against him and he just sighed like there was nothing in the world he'd rather do than this, eating you out on your bed.
You were a mess of his name, chanting and stuttering over and over again like a prayer. Your eyes squeezing shut to the point of tears, his mouth licked up your clit, as he continued to finger you while one of his other hands was holding your hip, pinning you to the soft sheets as you bucked into him, trying to urge him to do more.
The way he build up your arousal by pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling up ever so slightly to find the spongy spot inside of you. The familiar coil in your belly continued to build up as Logan suckled on your sensitive bud. Your abdomen tightened as he began quickening his pace again, his fingers hitting into that sweet spot with precision, had your toes curling as you clenched your thighs around his head.
Logan was lapping at you with determination, moving his fingers continuously as he slowly got you to the edge.
âOh, myââyou whimpered, trembling digits sinking half into his brown hair and the other against your teeth, as you tried to silence yourself. âFuck, aahh Logan, f-fuckâŚâ
He moaned against you as his lips sealed around your clit and you bucked your hips at the action. Warmth spread throughout your whole body as he began talking you through it. âFuckinâ- you taste so good. Feels so good. Youâre just⌠everything.â
You whimpered as he continued. âCome on,â he grunted as he pumped his fingers faster in and out of you. âCome on baby, cum for me.âÂ
âAh, d-daddy,â You gasped loudly as your whole body trembled even more, the hot familiar feeling continued to spread all over your body, your body tingling, your hips moving at their own accord against Loganâs hand and face. Totally unaware of the word that slipped past your lips as your body tensed as he called you âa good girlâ and shortly after you came against his mouth and around his fingers.Â
âThatâs my girl.â
Your whole mind felt like exploding and all you could see were stars. You felt so overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure and emotions you were experiencing. Your body still trembled as you felt yourself come down from your high.
As you slowly came back to your senses you felt him gently pull his fingers out of your pulsing hole. But you still felt Loganâs mouth on you, licking and sucking at your pussy and it didnât feel like he was gonna stop any time soon. You whined as he moaned against you while he licked against your tight entrance, licking up your release, his tongue prodding your slick hole.
ââS too much.â You whimpered at the overstimulation.
Logan ignored your pleas, moaning against your heat as he continued to eat you out. The man you adored so much between your legs kept sliding his tongue up and down your sensitive slit. Your little mewls and other noises of ecstasy spurred him on, to move his lips back up to your clit, sucking the nub softly between his lips.Â
âYou love having daddy eat your sweet pussy donât you?â He smirked, looking up at your flustered and embarrassed face as he continued licking your soaked cunt. âNo need to be embarrassed, baby. I like it.â
The walls of your pussy clenched furiously, the empty feeling inside you intensifying with every lick, and as your wetness trickled out of you, your core practically begged him to fill it up.
âOh sweet girl.â Logan tutted as you began grinding your hips against his face as moans kept spilling from your lips. âYouâre so sensitive, kitten.â He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your clit.Â
Eventually he leaned down, finally slipping his tongue into your entrance, he curled the muscle upward to brush your walls, the sight of your fingers bunching the fabric of the sheets in a tight grip encouraged him to do it again and again.
Writhing below him, you felt him lick up and press against a sensitive spot inside that had you seeing stars, while your hips bucked against his face uncontrollably. Your fingers moved once again, gripping onto his dark hair rather harshly as you pushed your hips against his face shoving his tongue deeper inside your hole.
âPlease,â you begged. ââM close.â
âPlease what?â He taunted as he continued to lick your heat.
âP-please,â you stuttered and paused before finishing timidly. âDaddy.â
âGood girl,â he said before plunging his tongue back inside you as his thumb came up to press against your little bundle of nerves. Moments later, the tension snapped inside your lower tummy, cumming with a loud whine, your hips stuttered as your vision blurred. You cried out his name, your voice unable to remain steady.Â
Your hips stuttered until the final waves of aftershock pass. As you slowly came back down to reality again while you tried to catch your breath, you heard him praising you softly while he continued to lap at your wetness gently. You whined and nudged him away with your leg, only to react with a chuckle.
âTaste so good, baby. Could eat your sweet pussy all day.â He grinned as he licked the wetness off his mouth. Logan smirked, holding eye contact with you as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth.
You giggled as he licked his fingers clean, feeling slightly embarrassed by the action. Trying to hide your flushed face, you lazily raised your hands to cover it, but Logan wasnât having any of it. With a gentle smile, he placed tender kisses all over your hands, pulling them down slowly. Then, he leaned in closer, pressing sweet kisses to your nose, your forehead, and both your cheeks before finally capturing your lips. Each kiss was playful, filled with warmth, as laughter bubbled softly between you, his grin widening against your mouth.
He pulled away with a satisfied sigh, a warm smile spreading across his face as he reached to touch the side of your neck, tracing his fingertips up and down.
You exhaled as you melted at the feel of his touch and kissed his thumb as it came to trace across your lips. Your shaky legs wrapped around his hips, and with a playful gleam in your eyes, you gave his thumb a tender lick, holding his gaze as you rubbed your still sensitive heat against his clothed cock.
âF-fuck, you canât just do that kitten.â He groaned as his hands came to hold your hips, stilling your movements.
You whined, pouting as you looked up at him. âWhy not?â
âItâs hard to control myself around you.â He grunted as he started grinding his cock against you. Your gaze wandered downward, following the line of the vein near his V-line as it disappeared beneath his grey sweatpants. You couldnât help but whine underneath him as he continued to grind his covered cock against your growing wetness. You gasped after giving you a particular hard thrust, thatâs when you realised and felt he wasnât wearing any underwear underneath them. He felt massive. âIâve been trying to control myself for years. I think Iâd have to control myself a bit longer.â
âW-why?â you hiccuped as he kept rutting his hips into yours.
âDonât wanna hurt ya.â He mumbled, as his cock strained against his sweatpants.
âBut I know you wonât.â You said, your voice steady, filled with all the confidence you could summon. You watched as his jaw clenched, his grip tightening slightly as he held himself back, resisting the urge to just take you like he always wanted.
âHow are you so certain?â His breath hitched when you tightened your legs around him.
âI-I, because I trust you.â You continued to stutter as you both rolled your hips against each other. His eyes darkened with desire, but you could tell he was trying to restrain himself, fighting against what he truly wanted, even though the tension between you was nearly unbearable. Still, you held his gaze, unwavering. âBecause you love me.â
Logan groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought to keep control, every muscle in his body tense with the effort. You could see the conflict etched across his face, the battle between what he wanted and what he was trying to hold back. His grip on you tightened slightly, a sign of the restraint still lingering in him, though it was slowly slipping away. His breathing was ragged, and for a moment, you thought he might give in. But then, he swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay still, clinging to the last shred of restraint that hadnât left him yet. âYou donât know how hard this is,â he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice thick with desire. âHow difficult itâs been, every day since I met you, trying to hold back while being around you.â
âI think I do, Logan,â you whispered, gazing up at him. âMaybe not in the exact way you feel it, but Iâve struggled too, convincing myself daily that I could never have you. And now, realising I couldâve had you from the startâitâs almost unbearable.â You bit your lip, noticing how his expression softened. âThatâs why I donât want us to hold back anymore. I donât think I can endure it any longer. Please, I need you, Logan. I love you, and Iâll always want youââ
Your words were cut off as Logan surged towards you, cupping your face as he kissed you passionately. His lips moved fervently against yours, as if he was trying to make up for every moment of restraint. Making up for any lost time. The intensity of his kiss made your head spin, your heartbeat quickening as you melted into his embrace. His hands then started roaming around your body, his hold on you tightening occasionally, pulling you closer, while his breath grew heavy as you felt every emotion as he kissed you. You clung to him, pouring out every feeling and emotion out with every heated kiss.
âI love you,â Logan murmured between tender kisses, breathlessly whispering your name.
Your own hands began wandering all over his body and eventually down his solid chest until your fingers met his abdomen, slipping momentarily underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. With a mix of urgency and desire, you tugged at them while whimpering underneath him as you continued to kiss him deeply.
âJust relax, baby. Iâve got you,â he whispered softly after pulling away from the kiss. He eventually took it upon himself to slowly peel back, shuffling a bit to rid himself of the last piece of fabric on his body. He tossed it aside, fully exposing himself to your hungry eyes.
Your breath hitched, your eyes wide. Fuck, he was massive. Long and thick in all the right ways. Just as you thought, the vein between his V Lines moved down to his cock. A spark of heat shot down to your pulsing core as you imagined how he would fit or fill you up. But it was also accompanied by a twinge of nerves.
Logan chuckled as he moved closer to you, his lips chasing your own as he enveloped you in another sweet but deep kiss.Â
The two of you kissed languidly for a moment, treasuring the heat of each other's bodies as your lips slot together with ease, but soon enough the kisses become deeper, more frantic and hands start to grip tighter and legs tangling together.Â
It's like you're both starved, this insatiable hunger for each other.Â
You couldnât help but roll your hips against his to feel his thick cock. You whined as it turned slick as you kept grinding yourself against him, and he had no trouble gliding his hips against you and rutting it into your clit.
You gasped openly into his mouth, desire growing quickly. You were so wet. Logan swallowed your whines with his lips against yours, hips rolling against you. He kissed you full with fervour, his grip on you intensifying heatedly.
He held his length in his hand as he kept rubbing the head of his cock from your entrance, up to your clit, circling until you were squirming underneath him, and back down. The thought of his thickness finally entering your pussy made you wetter by the second, turning you more on. Logan swallowed your little mewls with his mouth, his hips rolling with yours.
You were trembling against him, full of anticipation. His body covered your whole body with his. You writhed against him, wishing he was just in you already and filling you up and consuming you with pleasure once again.
âP-please, Logan.â You stuttered, your body trembling underneath him as you waited for his next move.Â
Logan hummed as he concentrated while circling your clenching hole teasingly. You arched your back slightly as you whined, silently begging to finally fill your pussy the way youâve always wanted him to do.
âRelax, baby girl.â He whispered after he licked and kissed underneath your ear.
âPlease d-daddy, I-I need you.â You whimpered in anticipation. Logan would grunt loudly before nudging the tip of his cock against your soaked hole. Your legs trembled underneath him, a mix of nerves and excitement. âWant you to fill this little pussy. Need you t-to fill it with more than your cock. N-need your cum.â You whispered seductively against his ear as his last bit of restraint snaps.Â
At your words, Logan gradually put more pressure on your entrance making you whimper underneath him, once he finally slid his tip inside you, a gasp elicited from the both of you.
Youâre aware this was just barely the tip of him, but you couldnât help but feel the stretch burn already. Logan slid in so slowly it was agonising. You cried out as he gradually pushed more of his pulsing cock inside your own clenching hole. He was so big.
You tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling slightly as you whined underneath him. He panted along with you, his warm breath fanning over your face while he kept his forehead pressed against yours. The stretch stung, but his pace kept it bearable. He guided himself a centimetre further, then another, another, until you were digging your nails into his scalp, a gasp spilling from your lips.
His hips stilled instantly once he heard the pained noises falling from your lips. Tears began to prickle at your waterline, a combination of discomfort and the overwhelming feelings that were coursing through you.
âDoing so good for me baby,â he praised as he peppered your face with gentle kisses. âYouâre doing so good for me.â
âPlease,â you whimpered as your eyes fluttered close.
Logan continued to move almost painfully slow, letting you adjust to every centimetre of him. After a couple of seconds you were able to relax more into it. You whimpered, clutching his shoulders at the stretch, the heat in your abdomen growing as your walls fluttered around him, pleasure beginning to bloom in your stomach.
âSo fullâŚâ you whined.
âSuch a good girl,â he grunted softly. You think there wasnât a possibility to get more wet but as he utters those words you felt your heat get even more wet. He leaned down as he kissed your lips gently, as he filled you up bit by bit. He hoped the sweetness of his embrace would soften the sting.
Youâre trembling as you canted your hips up, begging for him to fill you to the brim, while you gripped the bedsheets between your fingers. âPlease Lo, need more. I can take it, daddy.â You whimpered as you involuntarily and repeatedly tightened around his thick cock.
He groaned at your desperate whines, losing his composure momentarily as he thrust the rest of his length all the way inside your tiny hole. The head of his dick kissing your cervix once he bottomed out. You cried out as you were trembling underneath him, trying to adjust to his size while your pussy kept pulsing around his cock.
âFuck, so fuckinâ tight.â He hissed as he let you adjust to his cock.Â
His lips came to press soft and tender kisses all over your face as he let you relax. Tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes as you continued to adjust around him. You felt so full, as if he was made for you, and only you. The feeling of him filling you up so completely had you seeing stars and digging fingernails into his shoulders. You felt one of his hands finding your hand, lacing them with yours as the other one reached up to your face.
His breathing was heavy as you squeezed his cock repeatedly. Small whimpers left your lips as you squirm underneath him.
You needed more.Â
You hadnât even realised your eyes had drifted shut until you slowly opened them, gazing up at Logan with a soft, pleading look. âPlease, Logan.â
âWhat do you need, sweetheart?â he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated deep in his chest.
âNeed more.â You whispered.
âAww, does my sweet girl need me to move?â he teased, tilting his head with a playful smirk.
âNeed you, please.â You begged as your pussy clenched around his thick cock rather hard which made him groan above you. âPlease, I need you to fuck me so bad.â
His breath hitched as he exhaled shakily, before nodding quietly. Slowly, he started moving inside you, gentle but deep. One hand reached down to play with your clit, while the other one went to intertwine your fingers together, holding your hand tightly.Â
The sting hurt for a while, but it easily morphed into a more pleasurable feeling as he moved against you. Youâre so overstimulated from all your previous orgasms that the sensation he was giving you was mixed between pain and pleasure.
He grunted as he dropped his head to your ear to kiss and lick at the sensitive skin just below it. Soon enough the pain would completely disappear and all you could feel was pure bliss.
Slowly, you were getting used to his girth, anticipating it every time he pulled out of you before moving forward. Your legs are splayed open on either side of his hips as he ground his cock into you. The angle was so good, gradually he would pick up his pace, leaving you a whimpering mess underneath him. As he fucked into you in languid strokes, the sound of slick skin and your noises of pleasure could be heard in your bedroom.
âHow do you feel?â he whispered against your ear.
âFeels so good.â You moaned as you tightened around his cock, this time voluntarily.
You whimpered as he picked up the pace, angling himself in a certain way inside you. He finally leaned down to wrap his arms around you, the action elicited a gasp out of you as you grab at the sheets around you, as he fucked you harder and faster.
Every time heâd thrust inside you, his pelvic bone would drag along your throbbing clit, making you cry out his name in pure ecstasy.Â
âYouâre taking me so well, sweet girl. Doing so so, good for me.â He whispered against your skin as he moved to nuzzle his face against your neck.
Soft grunts fell from Loganâs lips whenever he hit a specific deep spot inside you. You whimpered as his lips moved back up to your lips, enveloping them in a heated kiss. You melted completely against him, holding you close to him as he fucked you. He snaked one of his hands down between your conjoined bodies finding your clit as he rubbed two fingers over the sensitive nub.
At a certain point you felt him slide into a pressure point in your core and coupled with the way his fingers circled your clit, it had you clenching like a vise around his dick. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the pleasure he was providing you. The whimpers that fell from your lips became higher pitched as he picked up his pace.
âFeeling good, kitten?â He groaned, as his lips curled into a mischievous smile as he admired the way your face twisted in pure bliss. Too overwhelmed by the new experience. Filth and praise continued to come out of his mouth as he fucked you. âThis pussy was made for daddy.â
His mouth covered your own instead as he swallowed all your little noises of pleasure, you could feel the tightness return in your belly, the tight coil that pulls tighter with every movement and every touch.
Your whimpers, gasps of pleasure and pants increased as ecstasy and warmth overwhelmed your senses.
âTaking daddyâs cock so well, baby.â
His hands couldnât get enough of you, sliding around your hips and lower back, wanting to feel all of you, touch you everywhere. You whimpered at the feeling of his speed, feeling another orgasm coming so close, eyes tightly shut and legs locked bruisingly around Loganâs hips. He could feel it too, in the way you clenched and squeezed around his length, and he began to drive even harder into your pussy as he tilted his hips gently, searching for the one place that he hoped would blow your mind.
âAh, daddyââ you hiccuped as he fucked you so good you felt like a blabbering mess. âNeed you to come inside my pussy...â
âIs that what you want?â He growled as you pulsed around him. âCanât believe it⌠itâs your first time and youâre already begging for me to cum inside. So filthy. Youâre close arenât ya?â
You nodded furiously as your arms trembled as they wrapped around him, your nails digging in his back as he moaned on top of you. The feeling of the coil tightening in your belly, was tingling down to your legs, ready to snap at any moment.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered, cursing under his breath when you purposefully tighten your walls around him. âBet youâd look even prettier with my cum inside your pussy. All full and messy.â
âPleaseâŚâ you moaned as you thought about him filling you up. âPlease Lo, baby, daddy⌠please fill this pussy up.â
He grunted as he buried his face into your neck as he fucked into you, making the whole bed rattle at his force.
âYou want to cum pretty girl?â
You nodded frantically at his words while your eyes fluttered close as you bit your lip harshly. You were bucking up beneath him, nails digging into his skin even more as his hand moved back to your clit as another came to intertwine your hands together, pinning them to the bed. He rubbed your clit with enough pressure to ensure youâll cum around him.
âCum for daddy.â Logan demands softly.
And when he finally nudged against that spot inside you coupled with his deep voiceâ you were exploding, shattering, and detonating all at once, as you cried out his name. Blood was rushing so wildly in your ears that you couldnât possibly hear the way you wail and sob as he crashed his lips onto yours, swallowing all your noises. Your head lolled back, your back arching violently as you twist and contort in pleasure underneath him.
âThatâs it, good girl.â Logan moaned in your ear as your walls spasmed and pulsed around his cock, begging him to cum inside, desperate for him to fill you up the way he promised.
âFuck,â he groaned, pushing himself up as he thrust deeper into you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly. âYou want me to fill this pussy up? Make it all messy?â
You were still in a daze but you were able to understand him so you nod vigorously at his words, whining even more at the sensitivity. Your pussy squeezed around his cock in anticipation. âPleaseâŚâ
âFuck, take it baby.â It washed over him instantly, hips stuttering into you as he grew desperate, eyes squeezing shut when he felt his cock throb inside of you before hot spurts of his seed splashed along your walls, painting them in ribbons of white. The warmth of his seed filled you up and spread inside your pussy. The feeling made you whimper, limbs limp on the bed as he shallowly thrust into you, making sure you took every last drop.Â
His warm cum filled you up deeply, the mild heat of it settling deep inside you and causing you to squirm under him. Logan panted as he let his body slump against yours. He rested on top of you, trying to steady his breath. His cock was still nuzzled deep within you, still half hard as it kept his cum from leaking out.
It was a blurry haze when you came back to your senses, your whole body was aching whilst simultaneously feeling the most relaxed you've ever been, equally as exhausted as it was energised, and you didnât bother trying to question why. Just pure contentment.
Once both of you caught your breaths, Logan leaned his forehead against yours before kissing you tenderly.
âThat wasâŚâ He breathed, smiling tiredly at the complete dopey mess he's made of you; hair all over the place and eyes lidded heavily, heated skin glowing and your lips looking swollen from all the kisses youâve both shared.
âOh yeah, that was mind blowing.â Your voice came out hoarse, still recovering from the height and volume it had gone, and you cleared your throat gently before you smiled up at him.
âI love you.â He whispered before he captured your lips in a deep and lazy kiss. You could feel his soft mouth smiling against yours as you whimpered against him. You felt yourself melting against his embrace as he wrapped his arms around you.
âI love you too.â You whispered back against his mouth.Â
You shifted slightly when you felt that he was still hard inside you. Biting your lip, you squeezed purposely around him at the realisation. Logan groaned at the feeling, his large palms sliding up your sides in a soothing manner.Â
âDonât do that.â Logan grumbled but you saw a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âWhy not?â You giggled as your hands trailed through his hair.
âMakes me wanna fuck you again.â Your boyfriend mumbled.
âHm, thatâs kind of the point.â You continued to giggle.
Logan chuckled as he pulled his head back, looking at you with a mirthful smile.
Before you knew it, he pulled out only to man handle your body in the position he wanted you to be. Manoeuvres your body until youâre on your tummy. His hands came to hold your hips, pulling them up, your ass in the air for him.
He kneads the flesh of your cheeks before spreading them apart for him. Your body slumps slightly forward with exhaustion but Logan is quick to grip your hips, holding you in the same position. âOh kitten, Iâm not done with you yet.â He tutted.Â
Your cheeks flushed with heat as you prepared yourself for a long night filled with passion.
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YOU'RE PREGNANT! â JJK MEN
SYNOPSIS...how the jjk men(toji, gojo, geto, nanami, choso) act when youâre 9 months pregnant and ready to pop
INFO...jjk men x fem!reader, fluff, comfort, reader is pregnant (obvi), mention of mood swings, cravings, emotional reader, jjk men being great dads
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
TOJI
toji has already dealt with this kind of thing before when it came to megumi, but itâs been so long that heâs almost forgotten what it was like. Youâre waddling around the house, a stank look on your face as you stare at him. âYes?â He questions, eyebrows raised. âI want food,â you simply answer. âOkay, what do you want?â He asks. And when you tell him youâre not sure, he lets out a long sigh because he knows this is gonna end in you getting emotional. Youâll complain your back hurts, your feet hurt, and then youâll end up cursing him out for putting a baby in you. So all he does is walks over to you, and hugs you because heâd rather do that than get into a stupid argument about food. âToji!â You cry into his arms. âIâm just so hungry and I donât know what to eat!â You sniffle. To help with your problem, he starts listing off every fast food restaurant and food he could think of in hopes youâd find one appealing enough. âChinese food?â He shrugs. You gasp with excitement. âUgh, yes! Me and the baby could go for some orange chicken!â You smile. Toji just chuckles, âmaking the call right now, sweetheart.â He watches as you waddle over to the couch, smiling like a kid in a candy store.
GOJO
ever since he found out you were pregnant, he was at the stores buying whatever supplies he saw, doesnât matter if you needed it or not. And till this day, when youâre about a few weeks from popping, heâs still buying the baby things. âWhat do you think of this, eh?â He smirks, holding up a onesie that says âmy dad is the bestâ. âYouâre gonna spoil her rotten, is what I think,â you groan as you reach into the bag to see what else he bought for your daughter. âMore toys?â You hold up a fake set of plastic keys. Gojo snatched them from you. âIâll have you know that she will be learning life skills at a very young age, thank you very much,â he scoffed. All you did was laugh, shaking your head at him in disbelief. Your daughterâs room was filled to the brim with clothes, toys, blankets, you were starting to wonder if you had any more room. âI can already tell sheâs going to be a daddyâs girl,â you said with a sigh, rubbing your belly. âYes she is,â Gojo leaned in towards your very plump belly, âisnât that right?â He placed a kiss on your stomach.
NANAMI
nanami is the type that doesnât let you do a damn thing by yourself. Youâre reach for something to high on the shelf, heâs sprinting towards you, ready to be at your service. âBe careful,â he says, rubbing your back. âKento, I got it,â you chuckle. His eyes are always on you, watching your every move. Especially when youâre in public, he hates when people get too close to you. He knows others donât watch their surroundings and could easily bump into you. âKen!â You shout from the bedroom. âYes?â He peeks his head around the corner. âCan you help me get my shoes on, I canât even reach,â you pout. Within seconds heâs on his knees, slipping on your sandals, and tying them around your ankle. He will even go as far as to paint your toes if you forgot because he knows how much you hate not having them done. Like I said, he wonât let you do a thing by yourself. âThank you, Ken,â you kiss his lips.
GETO
geto literally pampers you. Iâm not saying he acts like nanami, but Iâm saying that he makes your pregnancy as comfortable as possible. âSugu, baby, can you rub my feet? Theyâre swollen.â You frown. âOf course.â He grabs the lotion and casually massages your feet while youâre both watching a movie, and literally over the course of your pregnancy heâs become the best masseuse ever. Heâll also randomly creep up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist before lifting your belly, feeling the weight off of your back. âFeel better, mama?â He kisses your cheek. âSo much better.â You nod, closing your eyes as you embrace the moment. Youâve even found it hard to shower while being pregnant and geto takes it upon himself to help you, albeit jumping in the shower with you or sitting on the edge of the tub while youâre in the bath. âIs the water too hot?â He rubs the soapy water over your shoulders. âItâs perfect.â
CHOSO
Iâm sorry but choso is clueless. Not in a bad way, but in like a panicky way. Youâre an emotional wreck through your pregnancy, moods swings like crazy. âCan you just get out please?!â Youâre annoyed with him, bothered about the littlest thing ever and then in the next two minutes youâre walking out the room just crying and apologizing to him, kissing his cheek. He has no idea what the hell is going on, and youâd think heâd learn after nine months, but no. All he can is just sit there and comfort you. âItâs fine,â he assures. He gets your favorite food that youâve been craving for the past two weeks, eating it non stop and then within a split second youâre gagging, pushing the food away. âOh my gosh, Choso! Please throw it away, it tastes so bad.â You gag again. âButâŚIâŚyou were just eating this yesterdayâŚ?â Heâs says, confused before throwing the bowl of food in the garbage. Quite literally doesnât understand anything, just confused to all hell, but heâs trying his best.
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TROUBLE ALMOST ALL MY LIFE | Spencer Reid x Prentiss!Reader
Description: The ONE time the BAU needs you + the FOUR times you need them.
word count: 24k (what on earth was I thinking)
trigger warnings: mentions of spencers addictions + use + side affects. MOMMY ISSUES thankyou ambassador Prentiss. hostage scene + injuries. mentions of forced/pressured marriage. fem!reader. reader and Emily struggle to bond.
authors note: We never meet Emily's dad nor do we see a picture so while reader is given a nickname of Bugsy, she still keeps her real name (no use of y/n) and is given ZERO physical descriptors. ALL of my fem!readers should feel included here, let me know if this is not the case! also I don't speak any language besides English however she does speak many because of her mom, so I really tried to get it right, message me if I'm being stupid!!
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[this] means its spoken in another language.
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âtrouble on my left, trouble on my right,
Iâve been facing trouble almost all my lifeâ
1. the one where you become a translator.
âIâll make some calls, I may still have some friends in the Eastern countries,â Ambassador Prentiss announced to the room, standing from her place on the plush sofa.Â
A case had landed quite literally in Emilyâs lap when her mother had come by that morning asking for Hotch, a Russian migrant looking for her father with a ransom note and a sliced off finger shoved through her mailbox, wedding ring still attached.Â
It wasnât every day Emily wished sheâd brushed up on her Russian, but today of all days she was struggling to keep up.Â
âWe donât have much time, we need a division of labour,â Hotchâs serious face settled, the time constraints making him just that bit more dictatorial, âMorgan, someone needs to go to the Chernusâs house in Baltimore in case they are contacted again,âÂ
âWhat about the language barrier?â Derek raised, smoothing a hand over the short scruff of his beard, âWe canât have the unsub speaking with the family directly. He could say anything to them without us knowing,âÂ
Bugsy would hate to admit she fit the criteria for youngest daughter of a workaholic mother and distant father to a tea, but Emily would say different.Â
Elizabeth Prentiss had never been a warm woman; Emily used to tell her the scowl was a side effect of the overplucking of her eyebrows, not the serious nature of her job. Her youngest girl once said her motherâs lips looked like sheâd sucked a lemon. Of course they admired her work, but world peace meant jack shit to a little girl wanting nothing more than a motherâs hug.Â
Despite the fact sheâd pushed away her husband and both her daughters in favour of her career, the one useful thing about being the Ambassadorâs daughter wasnât just the money, but the widespread culture the girls had been crammed full of since they could so much as beg for a sippy cup.Â
âBaltimore, you say?â Emily asked Hotch with a somewhat doubtful wince, âI mean you could always-â
âAbsolutely not,â Her mother cut her off, rubbing the stress lines already creasing her forehead at the very notion of her other daughter, despite the fact Emily hadnât even finished her thought.
Emilyâs sigh was a reflex, the years of her mother cutting her off sparking the frustration on instinct.Â
âShe lives right in the city, Mother, it canât hurt to have her just talk for them-â Emily tried to bargain, only for the sharp mouthed Ambassador shoot her a frown.Â
âEnd of discussion, Emily,â Elizabeth snipped, her manicured fingernails twitching with annoyance, âYour sister is much too young for an assignment so serious,â
Emily rolled her eyes with a scoff, as if the two had slipped back into the role of rebellious teenager and scathing mother without much thought.Â
âShe's twenty-two, mom. Sheâs getting her masters degree for Christ sakes, sheâs not âtoo youngâ,â The dark headed woman fought back, clicking her pen a few times as if the spring loaded ink would take away some of the temper Elizabeth seemed to flare up.Â
Her motherâs lips pursed, in the way Bugsy hated, in the way that meant she was going to be mean.
âImmature may have been a better word, then,â She replied, and Emily seemed to pause. She couldnât argue with that. âOr perhaps lazy, or puerile; callow, wild, irresponsible. Would you like me to name more?âÂ
âAsinine would be a good term; deriving from the Latin asinus it not only means foolish, but to be stubborn and lazy like an ass,â Spencer input helpfully to the Ambassador, only for his bright smile to fade when he saw the daggers Emily stared at him with, âSorry, I love word games,â He muttered into his lap.Â
âAsinine. Perfect, Dr Reid,â Elizabeth said, and Emily could only roll her eyes harder.
Hotch huffed, the victimâs daughter watching between the two womenâs quarrel with wet eyes, the ice box with her fatherâs finger clenched tightly in her lap, the cold of the limb bleeding into his own gaze.
âUnfortunately, Ambassador Prentiss, despite just how asinine your daughter might be, Morgan is right. Having the Unsub possibly speaking with the family without us understanding what heâs saying could prove fatal,â He explained, ignoring the way the older womanâs mouth scrunched in bitterness. They didnât need to be profilers to see that despite how tempered the relationship between Emily and her mother was, a tension seemed to fall between the women the moment the younger Prentiss was mentioned.Â
Spencer was sure he was the only person who even knew Emily had a little sister.Â
âVery well, but donât be surprised when you find your hands full of the girl,â Elizabeth said with a shake of her head as she led the victims, a mother and daughter that seemed to cling to one another for comfort as if to rub salt in her matriarchal wound, into the break room to get away from the frosty atmosphere that now lingered around the table.
Emily sighed, picking around her fingernails the way she did when she was bothered.Â
âIâm going to hate these next words that are gonna come out of my mouth,â She started with a long exhale, âBut my motherâs right. Bugsy is a handful. Just try not to get her wound up, that girl smells fear,â She looked to Reid who seemed none the wiser, âIâm talking to you, wonder boy. Sheâll eat you up and spit you right back out,âÂ
Spencer gulped quietly.Â
Derek only chuckled, slapping a hand down onto Emilyâs shoulder, âRelax, Prentiss. Your momâs just got you all worried. Need I remind you I grew up with two sisters? This will be a piece of cake,â
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Those were the famous last words of Derek Morgan.Â
Loud, heavy metal music jumped through the wooden door, so loud Morgan worried his three polite knocks would go unheard as the two of them waited outside her dorm for her to answer. Morgan was about to knock again, figuring the music had drowned out the first lot, when the door swung open and a frown the spitting image of Emilyâs stressed expression met their gaze.Â
She looked so different to their Prentiss, but the way she seemed already scorned by the two of them told them they had the right woman.Â
âMiss Prentiss?â Morgan asked formally, though he felt the warmth grow when he caught sight of a beat up friendship bracelet around her wrist amongst newer gold chains, five white blocks spelling out her sisterâs name pulling tight on her skin, as if sheâd quickly outgrown the thing but hadnât the heart to remove it.Â
It was then that he and Reid seemed to both reel back slightly at the fact she was standing in a large shirt, ratty around the edges, and what seemed to be a pair of men's boxers covering her bottom half, clearly not suspecting particularly important visitors.Â
She looked him head to toe with a frown, a dozen piercings in her ears, her hair highlighted with streaks of cardinal red, as if he was the one confronting her in his underwear, before she moved onto Spencer, whoâs face seemed to be getting hotter by the second as he forced his eyes away from her bare legs.Â
âAre you guys strippers? Did someone send strippers to my door?â She asked, strawberry gum smacking between her lips as her gaze seemed to finish mulling over Spencerâs tall form and returned to Morgan.
âEmily sent us.â Reid said shortly, the music blaring in his ears making it difficult to focus on what it was she was saying, âAs co-workers, no-not strippers. Weâre with the FBI,âÂ
He hated loud noises anyway, cringed at the sound of particularly cutting rock songs, but since heâd developed his ⌠problem, the dilaudid had him feeling like someone was clawing at his skull, tugging his brain through his ears.
âEmily sent you here?â She asked with a scoff, looking the two up and down again. They both easily caught the way her face hardened, âAre pigs flying today or something?âÂ
âWeâre here to ask for your help on a case,â Spencer rushed through a sweaty brow, âEmily said youâd be able to act as a translator for us and some Russian citizens who are being targeted,âÂ
She sighed sceptically, crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame, âAny strippers or non-strippers can fraud an ID. Emilyâs name was in the paper just the other week. Iâm gonna need a little more than that,â
She keeps track of her sister despite the supposed distance between them. Spencer was quick to profile, his mind whirring at all the ways she reminded him of her sister down to the way she raised her eyebrows expectantly at them.Â
âEmily was born October twelfth, 1970 at 7:12am, graduated from Garfield High School in 1989,â Spencer said as if reporting the weather, her eyes narrowing in on him all the more coldly, âShe attended Chesapeake Bay University and speaks six languages, as I expect you do from moving so often with your mother. She coined your nickname Bugsy from your childhood love of ladybugs, which she said you grew out of by the time you turned eleven yet the name stuck, though you still like counting the spots to identify their species. Your parents split when you were five and your father moved in with his now wife, born September ninth-â
âAlright- alright. What are you, living in her walls?â She interrupted incredulously, before turning her attention to Derek who seemed to hide a chuckle with a cough. âEither you really are a stripper or youâre a terrible friend,â
âShe loves Kurt Vonnegut,â Derek held his finger as if to prove her entirely wrong, although not much else came to him. Maybe he was a bad friend, he thought guiltily, or maybe he simply lacked an eidetic memory like the wonder boy next to him, who had been about to tell her how old she was when Emilyâs pet betta fish died, âSlaughterhouse 5?â
Rolling her eyes, she grunted at them, kicking her door open for them to enter.Â
âEveryone loves Vonnegut; only losers under a rock dislike Vonnegut,â She drawled, edging back into her room, the heavy bass rock growing in volume as they followed her in, âIâll be ready in a second- Emilyâs always bugging me about wearing pants,â She said vaguely, scanning around the dirty dorm, until she found one particular pair of jeans laying half under her bed, quickly yanking them up her legs. âCome in, come in.âÂ
She flicked the speakers way down to which Spencer took a breath of relief. His eyes fell to the laptop that had been set up on her desk, the five different textbooks littered around the spare space, energy drinks and empty mugs filling the cracks where he could barely see the generic white of the table top, his nose crinkling. About as gross as heâd expect from a college student.Â
âEmily said your Russian was pretty good,â Derek made conversation, his eyes wandering over the various posters plastered over her walls, some fraying round the edges from where she had likely been moved from bedroom to bedroom when the Prentissâs inevitably had to move country again.Â
âYeah,â She snarked, pulling a nicer top over her head, âKinda tends to happen when you live in Russia,â
Morgan raised his eyebrows to Spencer who seemed to give him the same look back, though the latter was biting back a snicker at her words.Â
How in the hell was she the Ambassadorâs daughter?
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âThis all involves Russian Mafia, itâs really beefed up here the last ten years or so,â Agent Cramer, a tall, slim man who looked entirely overwhelmed by the workload on his shoulders reported, as she listened intently.Â
She had been somewhat de-briefed in the car, Emily messaging her for the first time since Christmas, the message a simple: âHave you met with Morgan and Reid yet? Make sure to put on pants,â to which she sent her a thumbs up emoji. She didnât have much to say to her at the moment, barely even knew her sister anymore.Â
âIt started off mainly in New York and LA but they send lieutenants from the old country,â Cramer went on, and she caught Reid scratching his arm beneath his shirt. She knew it was mozzy weather, and he was already under the blaring sun in a little sweater, it wouldnât surprise her if he felt a bit prickly.Â
âPahkans,â She interrupted, the man named Gideon shooting her a glance as she dug through her purse.Â
âYour Mom do much work about the Mafia?â He asked, as she produced a clear nail varnish.Â
âHere and there, I had to sit with her in her office for a whole Summer once when I got caught sneaking out. Picked up a few things, though,â She said, holding the polish out to Spencer, nodding to his arm, âHere. Supposed to help bug bites,â
He looked at her as if he wanted to say something, perhaps question her sources for such an old wives tale, but he stopped himself quickly, taking the varnish out of her hand with a dejected nod.Â
âThankyou,â He muttered, shoving it in his pocket.Â
Three months heâd been in this rabbit hole. She had noticed it in a matter of hours.Â
âThey open up branch offices in other cities. Baltimore, Saint Louis, Chicago, Dallas, the list goes on,â Cramer added, nodding at her words, âTheyâre mainly offshoots of the Odessa Mafia and theyâre especially tough to crack from a law enforcement standpoint. I mean beside being well organised with sophisticated technical equipment, thereâs Vory v Zakone to contend with,âÂ
âThe thieves code, eighteen principles they live by,â Reid jumped in before she could, to which she nodded as Gideon looked to her for more.Â
âIt means âthief in lawâ, or âthief with codeâ. It's a system of repeatedly jailed convicts that have been crowned or âmadeâ with a strict list of ideals, breaking them usually means death,â She explained, kicking a stone between her feet.Â
âItâs like bible to these guys. Weâre not gonna be turning any of them informer anytime soon,â Cramer said. Gideon seemed to tune the three of them out however, his gaze locking on the house across the street, where a curtain twitched, and a manâs face appeared in the window, watching the crime scene with guilt.Â
âThen weâll need a witness who will talk,â Gideon replied, heading straight towards the neighbour who seemed just a little too invested in what was happening, much more than a concerned third party should be. Though, she had barely noticed, digging through her purse once more for chapstick.Â
âSo, you study Russian or something?â Cramer asked as she applied it gently, Spencer swore he could smell the cherry flavour from where he stood beside her.Â
âI lived in Moscow until I was six, moved back to France, then back to Italy, then Algeria for a bit. Bounced around Europe for a bit longer, but I still speak better Russian than anything else,â She clarified, and she saw Cramerâs eyebrows shoot up, âMilitary brat except I donât get the cool discount at the store,âÂ
âYou must have had a lot of friends though, going to so many schools,â Spencer added, and though there was nothing teasing about his tone, she laughed sharply anyway.Â
âYouâre funny,â She snarked, but smiled at him anyway.
Spencer had never been called funny in his life. âFunny lookingâ, âfunny soundingâ maybe, but never funny.Â
In fact he was so confused by what she had meant, whether it had been a taunt or genuine that he almost missed the sound of the whole street locking their front doors, dead bolting their lives away when a black prius, an expensive one at that, pulled through the street and swerved into park next to them.Â
âGuess who,â Cramer bit, her eyes ripping away from where Gideon had the door slammed in his face.Â
Detective Cramer aged by about five years when two tall men got out of the luxury car, opening the door for a shorter man in the back seat, their faces thunder.Â
âYou familiar with them?â She asked, shoulder brushing against Spencer as she turned to watch the men approach, entirely aware of the .9mm on each of their hips.Â
âArseny Lysowsky,â The detective identified, his voice cold, eyeing the two men who flanked the leader, towering over them.Â
âAgent Cramer, how are you?â Lysowsky smiled at him, which oddly enough seemed somewhat real, as he also took stock of the three other people around him. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, noting her lack of gun and badge, trying to decipher if she was local or just a very unprepared fed.Â
âLysowsky, what brings you out?â Cramer asked, a tightness to his tone, his hand all too eager to grab his own pistol.Â
âI heard Chernuses had problems,â He kept it vague, didnât reveal too much, and looked back at the victimâs house with a scorned frown.Â
âHow did you hear that?â Gideon challenged, stance unwavering as the mob leader turned to meet his cold gaze.Â
âAnd you are?â He asked, a sinister smile on his face that flipped her stomach. She didnât like the tension that had overcome the little patch of sidewalk they took up, and she was quick to notice how Spencer moved towards her.Â
He, by far, wasnât the best shot on the team, but he was sure Hotch and Prentiss would have his and Morganâs heads if any harm came to her.Â
âChurneses said they hadnât told anyone,â Agent Gideon ignored his question, hands firmly planted on his hips. If he was unnerved by the criminal in front of him, he never showed it, not even when Lysowskyâs grin widened horribly.Â
âIt is a small community. Word gets out,â He said simply, looking past him to the neighbours house that had kicked Gideon to the curb, âAre you a friend of Gorbanâs?â
A second of silence passed between them, neither of them backing down from the moral standoff theyâd engaged in.Â
âMr Gorban wouldnât talk to me,â Gideon admitted, and Arseny only smiled again, flicking a look at the house behind him, as if hearing his dog had obeyed without command.Â
âWould you like me to talk to him for you?â The threat was there clear as day, clear enough to have Gideonâs eyes narrow, âI canât promise something will come of it,âÂ
âYou!â In a second, Natalya, the victim sheâd briefly met when Morgan had pulled up around an hour before, had stormed out of her house, her black kitten heels clicking against the concrete, âWhereâs my father? He has my father!âÂ
âWait a minute,â Derek called, restraining her where she stood, trying to pull his muscled arm from her shoulder, âDo you know he has your father?âÂ
âHeâs responsible for all of this,â She spat, her eyes cold as she glared at the three men with vitriol hate, âWhy everyoneâs afraid, him and his animals,â She threw a hand up to his bodyguards that seemed barely contained by Cramerâs silencing hand.Â
âI am only here to help,â Lysowsky replied, confident and calm in his words, though not as taunting as the agents would have thought, as if he truly cared for her.
A vast difference to the sadistic mob boss Cramerâs team had painted him to be.Â
âHelp?â She laughed woefully, tears in her eyes, âYouâre a dog,âÂ
âNatalya,â Arseny said in a warning, the way a teacher would to a student, as her breath rattled in her chest through a weep.Â
âHow exactly can you help them?â Bugsy braved to speak, Gideon and Reid both flashing her a look. Sheâd always had trouble holding her tongue.Â
Lysowsky turned his attention to her then, his eyes running down her figure, still deciphering whether she was armed; she looked much too young to be an agent.Â
âIn any way that theyâd like me to, darling,â He replied, the disdain in her frown clearly not deterring him in the slightest, though again the act of concern held up in his own grimace, âAs I said this is a small community. If one is in pain, weâre all in pain.â
Natalya weeped behind Morgan, sniffling as the boss made his way over to her, âNatalya, [you didnât have to bring in outsiders],âÂ
The younger womanâs ears pricked up as he spoke in his native language, Spencerâs eyes flicking to her from behind his sunglasses.Â
â[Let me help you],â He continued, taking a step towards Natalya, unthreatening yet she saw Morgan tense, his fingers twitching towards his gun.Â
â[My family will never come to you for help],â Natalya hissed back, also in Russian, her face contorted in disgust, â[Get away from my house],âÂ
â[You are not right, Natalya],â He replied, yet again the concern in his eyes was either genuine or very well faked, â[You have made the wrong decision],âÂ
Taking a step away from the victim that wept with a scorned sneer, he looked back to the agents, noting the way the youngest of them glared at him hotly, before retreating to his car.Â
âWhat did he say? Did he threaten you, Natalya?â Morgan asked, the woman watching the group of men drive away, as if Mr Chernus wasnât still missing and they hadnât just bumped themselves up to number one of the suspects list. âTalk to us and we can do something about it,â
âHe said I made the wrong decision,â She said wetly, frustration turning on Derek as he pushed her for an answer, âI hope I didnât,âÂ
With that she stormed off back into her house, the same stomping of her kitten heels in her wake, leaving the agents to all look between one another before they simultaneously turned to look at Bugsy, questions hovering on all of their lips.Â
âWhat did he say exactly?â Gideon asked without frills, a hand rubbing his brow. Relaying the information, the menâs faces all drew into frowns as they heard Lysowskyâs parting statement. Gideon huffed, turning to Morgan and gesturing for him to follow Natalya inside.Â
âMorgan, keep an eye on her, Reid and I are going to Cramerâs office to look over the files,â He looked at her then, worry lines littering his otherwise friendly face, damn near scowling as she looked over at him, âYou are here to interpret, you understand? You do not speak to the suspects, thatâs our job.â He growled, watching her with disappointment, the same tone a father used when scolding a petulant child, âDo you have any idea how much danger you could put yourself in? These guys wonât hesitate to take you out the second weâre not around, kid,âÂ
âBut-â She started with a bite, though her whole fight left her when he silenced her with a raised hand.Â
âButs are for cigarettes, kiddo,â He interrupted, and Spencer winced slightly, knowing heâd heard that one a few hundred times when heâd first started under Gideon and had yet to mature entirely. Reid watched something rebellious flare in her eyes, and he worried for a moment she might just slap his boss for the patronising tone he took, âJust keep your mouth shut, youâre doing great so far,âÂ
She opened her mouth to protest, only to then register his words entirely and stay silent once more, appreciating his praise with a guilty smile. For once, she listened.Â
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The grandfather clock chimed to tell them it was merely 11am; two hours until the unsub would start cutting more if they didnât get the ransom fee, two hours to figure out who wanted Natalyaâs family to suffer.Â
Said woman paced her living room at the sound of the hour, as Bugsy picked over the knick knacks on her fireplace, a small smile teasing her lips when she saw a picture of three small children grinning toothily at the camera.Â
She had never gotten any photoâs similar, Emily being fourteen years older. The majority of their childhood photos consisted of a very grumpy teenager holding her baby sister that seemed to squirm in the tight, formal dresses Elizabeth Prentiss had forced them into, identical scowls on their faces as they were made to sit for the picture.Â
There were some good memories, ones where Emily let herself be a sister and not a mom, where she would put makeup on her for fun and do her hair, let her have all the clothes out her wardrobe she thought looked nice, reading to her before bed, even letting her sister keep her pet corn snake when she left home for good.Â
But now, it seemed like she was too caught up in her super serious grown up job to give a shit that her sister lived just an hour away. Still messaged each other for holidays, but the last few times sheâd braved a call to the eldest Prentiss, it had gone unanswered. They argued the majority of the time they spoke, or there was an awkward long silence in between words, whichever was worse, but they each knew the other would come running if they were to ever need them so desperately.Â
âAre you hungry? I could make something?â Natalya offered kindly, Derek having a poke through her collection of books that sat on the end table, though heâd have a tough job reading them as sheâd already caught most of them were in her home language.Â
âOh, no thanks. Iâm fine,â He replied with a small smile, putting down the books to calm the clearly on edge woman that looked to the twenty-something year old hopefully.Â
She shook her head, âIâm good, thanks,â which seemed to deflate her entirely as she sat next to Derek with a sigh.
âI guess Iâm like my mother. When sheâs upset, she cooks,â Natalya said with a sad huff of a laugh, running a hand through her short, dark hair.Â
âYeah, mine does too. I think thatâs just a mom thing,â He replied, and Bugsy felt the two of them look at her as her finger traced the old brass ornaments gently, âHow about you, baby Prentiss?âÂ
She snorted, âYouâre kidding, right?â smiling bitterly, âMy mom never cooked for us, she said we needed to figure it out for ourselves rather than relying on the staff. Didnât stop her from trying to end world hunger though,âÂ
It wasnât lost to Morgan the way her eyes trained on the picture of Natalya and her mother, cuddled together with genuine love in their embrace, the snarky humour as she spoke, the same longing Emily seemed almost too good at hiding from them.Â
âYour mother is a great woman,â Natalya complimented, though she missed the way the girlâs face steeled over, chewing her bottom lip as if to stop herself from snapping at the woman who meant well. She said nothing. âWhere is your mother?â She turned her attention back to Derek who seemed the more talkative of the two of them.Â
âChicago. Thatâs where Iâm from,â He replied, watching Bugsy turn away from the two of them to inspect more of the Chernusâs trinkets on their walls.Â
âIâm from Dolgoprudny. Just North of Moscow.â Natalya replied. Opening her mouth to add something else, she was cut off by a knock at the door and the three of them froze in their place.Â
âAre you expecting someone?â Morgan asked Natalya in a hushed tone, reaching for his gun and heading for the door.Â
She shook her head, âNo,â She whispered back. Morgan pulled the curtain back the smallest inch to see a small blonde boy staring back, a box in his hands and a bored look on his face.Â
It all happened too fast from there, Natalya opening the door for the neighbourhood kid, opening the box to see a decapitated ear, the blood fresh and pooling in the bottom of the box. It couldnât have been taken longer than an hour or so ago, unless they were keeping the parts on ice.Â
Bugsyâs hand slapped over her mouth, Natalyaâs scream piercing through her as she shoved the box into Derekâs hands, fleeing to the toilet, and she heard the woman retching. Part of her felt the same nausea settle in her stomach, looking away from the body part with a wince as Derek got straight on the phone to Gideon.Â
âThey didnât wait, man. They sent a box with-â He swallowed thickly, âWith Mr Chernusâs ear inside.â
Gideon replied, and whatever it was, it had Derek looking back to her. He agreed, hanging up the phone and rooting through his pockets, producing a set of rattling keys, holding them out for you between the tips of his fingers.Â
âGideon wants you, kid. He said theyâre at the Little Kiev restaurant, theyâre going to talk to Lysowsky,â Morgan said, grimacing as he held the ear away from her, âYou sure youâll be okay to drive?âÂ
âIâd rather be on the road than look at whatâs in that box,â She said in disgust, taking the keys and heading out to the car.
She thought it best for everyone she didnât tell him she hadnât yet got her licence as she made her way over to the restaurant.Â
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âReid and I will do the talking, just see if anything heâs saying connects with Vory v zakone, think you got that?â Gideon instructed her the second she got out of the car, taking the keys and handing them back to Reid who gave her a small nod.Â
âWe think the reason it was Mr Chernus who was targeted has something to do with the code,â Reid explained, his hands in his pockets as the three of them approached the restaurant, âYou said earlier you understood the tenants,âÂ
âWhy me, though? I thought I was just translating?â She repeated Gideonâs earlier words, almost cocky that they needed her.
âLysowsky would feel the need to show face in front of men like Morgan and Cramer, even in front of Natalya since she lives locally. Between the three of us, he had less reputation to uphold, less so with a young woman like yourself,â Reid added, holding the door open for her to go in front.Â
And so there she was, trailing behind Gideon and Reid over to where Lysowsky sipped a spoonful of borscht, as she tried not to marvel at the grandeur of the establishment inside. Clearly, Arsney had money to build a place like this, and wasnât afraid to be flashy about it either, that much was apparent from the other clientele that tended to their beers around their own tables, Rolex watches and designer shoes adorning nearly every one of them. She hated to think of how many ears or fingers those suits had cost.Â
âWould you like something to eat?â He asked, a chunk of bread in his hand dipping into the thick sauce, seemingly unbothered that they were there, âThis borscht is exquisite, itâs my motherâs old country recipe,âÂ
âDidnât you forsake all your relatives when you swore the thieves code?â Reid asked, which she guessed was hit foot in to get Lysowsky to talk.Â
âI didnât forsake her recipes,â Lysowsky replied with a shrug, looking to her where she seemed to be staring at his plate, âBorscht?âÂ
She shook her head, her nose wrinkling, âMuch preferred stroganoff, mom used to force me to have borscht to make sure I ate my veggies,â Â
His eyebrows raised, surprise written over his face, before he gave a short laugh.Â
â[Where are you from]?â He asked in his mother tongue, gesturing for the three of them to sit down, though his eyes lit up as he watched her carefully.Â
â[I was born in DC, but my mother worked in Moscow for a few years],â She answered shortly, and he seemed to find it even funnier that the near child theyâd brought along on their case spoke as fluently as he did.Â
Laughing with a heavy hand smacking on the table, he gestured to a nearby waiting staff to come over.Â
âWhat are you having then, borscht for the gentle man?â He looked at Reid and Gideon, the former shaking his head while Gideon nodded with an awkward smile.Â
âIâd love a taste,â He said, though any enthusiasm seemed to have drained out of his voice.Â
âAnd what is the little lady having?â Lysowsky asked, his eyes falling back to her, as she straightened in her seat.Â
She chanced a quick glance to Gideon, who nodded at her to play his game. She had not expected to be so deep in criminal territory when theyâd said they needed a translator, and truly they hadnât planned on getting her in the field until they realised she would know much more about this than they would.
âDo you have sharlotka?â She asked, returning his smile wearily as he clicked at the waiter who all but bolted to the kitchen.Â
âA sweet tooth. I like it,â Arseny replied, shovelling a heap of beets into his mouth, âOur favourite was always Leningradsky,â
âOurs?â She prompted, giving a polite thanks to the waiter who returned too quickly with a slice of cake. She caught Spencer glancing at the bowl with intrigue, the hunger clear on the quiet manâs face. Gently pushing the bowl and clean spoon towards him, he flicked a look up at her, âApple cake,â She whispered, sending him a small smile, âReally yummy with the sugar on top,âÂ
âMine and my motherâs,â Arseny replied, though Gideon and Reid both caught how he paused before he replied, as if he had to think about the answer he was giving; the oldest tell that it wasnât entirely true, âWe didnât have much when I was a boy, but that was always our dessert of choice,âÂ
She stopped for a mere second, missing the moment when Spencer spooned the tiniest bite of the cake into his mouth, trying to ignore the way his tongue exploded in the sweet, fruit taste. He hadnât eaten anything properly in days, and maybe that was why it tasted so good, but more likely it was just the fact that everything sweet tasted even better when he was on his come downs.Â
âWe need to talk, Arseny,â Gideon interrupted, ignoring the way Spencer pined to go back in for a second mouthful, but chose to hand the bowl back to her with a small smile.Â
âWe are on first name basis?â Lysowsky asked, shaking his head, and she took a small bite of the sweet cake for herself, âI still donât even know who you are,âÂ
âI think I understand something about this,â Gideon replied, his thumbs tapping together, the waiter returning with his borscht, âYou have a problem,âÂ
âI do?â The pahkan titled his head at the agent, the annoyance clear on his face.Â
âThatâs why you came to the Chernusâ house this morning,â Gideon answered, unbothered as he began to scoop the borscht onto the spoon, the apple cake in her own mouth going down a treat.Â
She kept her head down, took tiny bites of the dessert that certainly tasted like a fresh baked sharlotka. But her thoughts lingered on what Lysowsky had said, about his own favourite pudding.Â
It made no sense that he would have ever tasted Leningradsky shortbread, not for the time that he was born, nor with the amount of money he claimed his family lacked. Infact, the way he fully pronounced his vowels, the akanye, the stress he put on certain parts of his words, all pointed to the same dialect youâd heard back in Moscow, more central than anything else.Â
So how on earth would he have eaten the so-called âRoyal Cakeâ that had only been made eight hours from there, in the town it grew its name from.Â
There was something glaringly obvious about his story missing.Â
âA man like me?â She tuned back into the conversation, swallowing another mouthful down as Gideon took another bite himself, though it seemed the topic had turned sour as Arseny wiped his mouth with the corner of his napkin.Â
âFour watchtowers and a convict signifies a stay in prison,â Spencer cut in, nodding towards the tattoos branded across his knuckles, âEach one of those crosses symbolises an individual sentence,âÂ
âTwenty three years in prison in the Ural mountains,âÂ
But she was still stuck on what it was she was missing. It had been such an odd thing to lie about, particularly when heâd even admitted himself that they hadnât had much money, so he clearly hadnât been lying to fake a reputation.Â
So why lie?
She was ripped out of her stumped silence when Natalya entered the restaurant, her voice grabbing the menâs attention immediately.Â
âMr Lysowsky. You said you could help me,â She said, her purse over her shoulder and her own car keys gripped tightly in her hand as if sheâd all but thrown herself out the vehicle to get there faster.Â
âDonât you already have help,â Lysowsky snapped, clearly Gideon had dug under his skin enough to garner a reaction.Â
âI made a mistake,â Natalya replied, barely meeting Bugsyâs gaze as she stared at her from her seat at the table. âI talked to my father on the phone,âÂ
The girl frowned at her, âThatâs a lie,â It came out before she could hold herself, brows furrowed at whatever it was she was trying to pull. Gideon said her name in a reprimand, though he too was looking at the woman as if sheâd grown a second head.Â
âThankyou for coming, but I donât need your help,â The woman met her confused look with a saddened expression, nodding to her solemnly.Â
Leave it alone, she seemed to be saying, thereâs nothing more I want you to do.Â
And with that, the two of them left the restaurant, Natalya walking by his side obediently, her purse tucked in close under her arm, as Morgan and Cramer filed in from the parking lot, watching their only leads drive away without a fight.Â
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The team were quick to head back to Natalyaâs home, only to find the ear missing and the finger gone too, the only evidence left of any crime being committed leaving with the victimâs daughter herself.Â
âSheâs not here, and the garbage was never taken out,â Morgan said with a grimace as he walked down the front steps to meet the four of them on the sidewalk.Â
âHer dad just went missing, surely we can cut the girl some slack-â Bugsy words were hidden in a huff, rolling your eyes at the man who cut a glance to her.Â
âNo, no. When Hotch first talked to us, he said she noticed her fatherâs car in the driveway when she took the garbage out,â Morgan explained, his shades blocking the way the cogs turned behind his dark eyes.Â
âRight?â Reid asked, his own sunglasses now covering his eyes that winced at the brightness, surrounding them.
âGarbage can in the kitchen is completely full, she never took it out.âÂ
âShe lied,â Gideon said with finality, the penny beginning to drop for him too.Â
âShe could be half way back to Dolgo-whatever by now,â Morgan scoffed, his arms smacking against his side as the lightbulb went off over her head, the final puzzle piece falling into place.Â
âDolgoprudny?â Spencer asked, exchanging a glance with Cramer, âIsnât that where Lysowskyâs from-â
âYes, YES, of course!â She exclaimed, grabbing onto Spencerâs arm as he spoke.Â
He looked at her with wide eyes, not that she could see since his shades blocked the way, only to feel her shake him harder in the midst of her enthusiasm. Part of him wanted to rip his arm out of her grip, waiting for the sickness to crawl up his throat at a strangers germs touching him, but the oddest part of him reasoned she had the same germs as Emily did, that the fifty percent DNA the women shared negated the fact she was a stranger, just as it did when he met Jack. Jack had Hotch germs. Bugsy had Emilyâs. He didnât feel so sick thinking of it like that.Â
âI knew I was missing something,â She said, turning to Gideon, âHe was lying before, about his favourite dessert. There was no way he could have had Leningradsky with his mother. Given his age, at that time in Soviet Russia, shortbread was incredibly expensive, only extremely wealthy families could have eaten it. That, and given the Central dialect he speaks in, Iâd pinpointed he lives somewhere near or around Moscow, which means there was no way he was eating that cake considering it was only ever baked in one shop at first, one way up in Leningrad, where St Petersburg is now, like nine hours away from Moscow-âÂ
âWhatâs your point?â Cramer asked, tired of the somewhat slew of thoughts sheâd been saving until she knew for sure what she meant.Â
âBefore when he said it was âour favouriteâ, I donât think he was talking about him and his mother,â She explained, looking to see if Spencer at least understood what she was getting at.Â
âIt was him and his own childâŚâ Spencer finished, as Morganâs phone began ringing.
âYeah, what?â He asked, the frustration clear in his tone that they were all still without the evidence needed to pin it on Lysowsky, âYouâre sure? Uh-huh. Okay, thanks doll,âÂ
The four of them looked at him expectantly as he nodded to her, âGarcia just got into the bankâs system, somebody wired 500 thousand dollars into the account ten minutes ago,â
âWho wired it?â Spencer asked, though he was still reeling from the way sheâd touched him, the way her voice went up about five octaves and a dozen decibels.
âShe didnât say, but the name on the account is Lyov Fulenko. She says thatâs Lysowskyâs wifeâs maiden name. Fulenko.â Morgan replied, and her brows furrowed.Â
âWhy did she bring us into this?â Gideon asked, though the solemn look on his face said he already knew, âBecause she needed to put pressure on the other victim,âÂ
Gideon headed towards Mr Gorbanâs house once more, though it was clear he had already sketched out in his head who was their unsub and Natalyaâs involvement, he simply needed the confirmation.Â
Morgan clapped a hand on her back, âNice job, baby Prentiss. Those were some mean profiling skills out there,â
She frowned at him, scoffing, âIâm not a profiler, thatâs Emilyâs job. It was just basic linguistics really; more a display of how I need to lay off cake for a while.â
The man kissed his teeth with a grin, âDonât put yourself down. Whatâs your degree even in?â
She shrugged, picking under her nails for something to do, âIndividualised genomics and health.â She said as if it were childâs play, though Spencerâs head shot to her.Â
âBiotechnology?â He asked, and she glanced at him with a nod, âWhatâs your thesis on?âÂ
Gideon had returned by the time heâs asked, and began corralling the two of them back to the car, âWeâre heading back to the restaurant. We need to speak with Lysowsky again,âÂ
But it had fallen on deaf ears as Spencer looked at her expectantly.Â
âJust some new research into prenatal screening, nothing too fun,â She simpered, climbing into the back seat as he nodded with her.Â
âI read a fascinating paper on the uses of hCG in a womanâs body-âÂ
âReid,â Gideon cut him off with a short glance from the front seat, âContinue this conversation once weâve found Mr Chernus alive,âÂ
Spencer blushed, feeling like a kid caught in the cookie jar, âSorry, sir,â He looked over at her, only to see her hiding a smile to herself.Â
He thinks it was then heâd decided Emily had been wrong about her.
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âYou paid the ransom already,â Gideon said plainly, the four of them trailing behind him as he followed Lysowsky to a small seating area in the front of the restaurant. She could tell the whole way Spencer had been itching to ask her more questions about her paper, barely contained as his fingers had twitched in his lap, but he seemed to straighten himself out once sheâd reached the restaurant, âYou paid all the ransoms,â
âSit,â The boss ordered, barely glancing at them as he held his strong whiskey up.
âAre they going to kill Mr Chernus?â Morgan asked, cutting to the chase as Lysowsky spared him a bored glance.
âNo,â He replied shortly, the look on his face about as grumpy as when theyâd left.Â
âThe account is in the name of Lyov Fulenko. Lyov is a manâs name.â Spencer input, crossing his arms as the boss glared at him, âA sonâs name. Vory v Zakone. Never have a family of your own. No wife. No children.â
âLyov,â He looked at her then, gesturing to her with the glass of strong liquor, âYou know what it means?â
âThe Lion,â She replied gravely, steeling herself against his dark eyes.Â
âNo one else would be so stupid,â Lysowsky ran a hand over his weathered face, swigging his drink as if it was the only thing keeping him talking. âAt first it didnât mean much. It was a way of letting him earn his own money. I could afford it, it came from the fund. And no one questions the use of the fund-â
âWhere is he?â Gideon asked, his elbows on his knees as he leaned in.
âWhat else could I do?â He was ignored, âI couldnât admit I wasnât blessing the kidnappings, I couldnât even admit my son existed.â He huffed when he saw Gideonâs face unmoving from the glower, his question still unanswered, âChernus will be home in a few minutes. You should be there, he will need medical attention,â He shooed them away, with his final words, drink sloshing in his hand. His face darkened, impossibly so, and the five of them looked at him, something sad and remorseful shining back.Â
âWhat are you gonna do?â She asked, though she had a feeling she already knew the answer.Â
âVory v Zakone.â He said heavily, nodding to her, âWe take care of our own troubles.â
It was a silent journey back to the Chernusâ house.Â
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Morgan and Reid pulled up to the campus, the younger girl in the back seat almost dozing off with the rhythmic hum of the engine, the evening sun much nicer on Spencerâs sensitive eyes.Â
âThis is you, baby Prentiss,â Derekâs voice jolted her out of the half sleep she was in, straightening herself from where she had her head pressed against the window.Â
âThanks,â She muttered, rubbing her eyes and unbuckling herself as they did the same, assuming they wanted to walk her back to her dorm since it had gotten dark, âIâll be okay on my own, campus security should be out by now,â
âYou sure?â Reid asked, flicking his watch up to his eyes to see the meagre 6:13pm staring back at him, âI thought they started at 7,â
She blinked at him, her eyebrows quirking for a moment, âHow do you know that?â
âJohns Hopkins was my backup option- well actually it was my third, I much preferred Caltechâs curriculum, Yale was my second-â He started, flicking a glance to her where she waited for him to finish, âNot that Johns was bad, there were just better- alternative options out there-âÂ
âDonât shit your pants, Iâm hardly the dean of the university,â She chuckled indignantly patting them both on the shoulder before sliding over to open the door, âNice meeting you both, Iâll just get back to my mediocre college with my poor curriculum, nothing like the solid gold bathrooms at Caltech-â
âI never said that!â She laughed again, with her whole chest, at his defensive tone as she stepped out the car, hand on the door to shut it behind her.Â
Leaning down to give them both a wave goodbye, Derekâs voice stopped her again, âBaby Prentiss, do us all a favour and enrol yourself into forensics, we need more people on our team,â
Smirking at him, she shook her head, âVery funny. Never gonna happen. I like my little slides and samples, thankyou,âÂ
Slamming the door on the two of them she headed for the front gates, swinging her purse over her shoulder. She was stopped by a hand on her shoulder, and she quickly realised sheâd been too tired to even realise a set of footsteps jogging after her.Â
Maybe she should have taken that walk home after all.Â
Whirling around, her eyes widened as Spencer had clearly not been leader of the track team as he was half out of breath just from the few feet heâd covered, though she reckoned she could have guessed that seeing his lean ribs beneath his shirt.
He shoved a business card in her face as he caught his breath, though it was more just his name and credentials followed by a phone number.Â
âI-I donât have email otherwise I would-â He huffed, scratching his forehead as she frowned and looked at him.
âIâve never been hit on via business card before,â She bit her lip with a smile, reading over the card again as he choked on his words even more than before.
âN-no, I-â He spluttered, ignoring the way Morgan beeped the horn for him, seemingly in a debate with a ticket metre that had caught him parked on yellow, âIf you needed us for anything, or if you needed a second pair of eyes for your thesis, Iâm happy to help,â
âYou donât have faith in the dummy that got into Johns?â She asked, and his head couldnât shake fast enough, though he seemed to catch her teasing and shared her smile, âThanks, Dr Reid,âÂ
âSpencerâs just fine,â He said, giving her a small nod and a wave as Morganâs palm bounced on the horn a dozen times. She flashed him one more smile, pocketing his number and heading back to her dorm, wondering what the doctor would think about the paper due in tomorrow sheâd yet to get started on.
+1. The one where you get arrested.
The case had been heavy. Theyâd felt it in the car on the way back to headquarters. A little girl, molested and groomed by her own uncle, his own wife covering for him.Â
His mother always told him love makes you do crazy things, but Spencer hoped that whatever part of him worth loving would at least stay sane by the time he found the one. He was loyal to his team, to his mother, but that was where he drew the line. He was loyal to his family, undoubtedly so.Â
Yet so was Emily.Â
The call came to the second SUV, her phone set up to hands free mode, quickly flicking to answer the call on speaker, the other half of the team ahead of them on the freeway.Â
âPrentiss, speaking. Who is this?â She spoke clearly to the unknown number, her knuckles going white at the wheel when she heard a nervous laugh.
âItâs me,â Her sister mumbled through the speaker, âYou wouldnât by any chance be near DC would you?âÂ
She huffed, cursing the knack Prentiss women had for showing up at the worst times.Â
âCanât this wait, Iâm on the clock,â Emily hissed, her finger edging towards the âEnd Callâ button, âIâll call you after,â
âWait, wait, donât hang up!â As if sensing her movements, she all but screeched, âThis was my one phone call, they wonât let me have another,âÂ
The car went silent for a moment, Spencerâs eyes narrowing on the dash from his place in the passenger seat, JJ also leaning forward from the back with a frown.Â
Emily grit her teeth, her upper lip twitching the way it did when she was mad.Â
âWhat do you mean by one phone call? Where are you?â She bit in a cautious tone, though knowing how reckless Bugsy tended to be, she had a pretty good idea.Â
The hesitation on the other end of the line was palpable, as was the way she awkwardly cleared her throat.Â
âFairfax County Jail,â She murmured sheepishly, âBut it wasnât my fault, these assholes donât know what theyâre talking about, I swear-â
âStay there and keep your mouth shut,â Emily ordered, her expression furrowing into a sneer, âAnd for the love of god donât antagonise the officers,âÂ
The agent didnât even wait for a response, knowing it would probably be something snarky, her mind already racing at what the hell her sister could have done this time, every worst possible explanation jumping to the forefront.Â
âIâll call Hotch and tell him to turn around,â JJ offered, her fingers already searching her contacts for their boss, as Emily sighed through her nose.Â
âTell him not to worry, Iâll drop you guys back to headquarters, make my way there myself,â She said, picking the skin of her nail softly with her thumb.Â
âBy the time weâve reached Quantico, visiting times will be over and sheâll have to stay the night,â Spencer pointed out, his own surprise evident. Sure, she had certainly been a personality when they had met, but a criminal seemed a stretch.Â
âMaybe it would teach her a lesson,â Emily mused, shaking her head to herself, âWho am I kidding, that psycho would Shawshank her way out of there by dawn,â
âYou donât actually think she would hurt anyone do you?â JJ said, the dial tone ringing out from the phone she held to her ear.Â
âWouldnât put it past her. She once cut a girl's pigtail off for wearing the same dress as her on her birthday,â Emily winced as Spencerâs eyebrows shot into his hairline.Â
âI thought getting swirlied was bad,â He muttered, watching out the window as Emily made a U-turn at the traffic lights. He and the now twenty three year old had been bouncing research papers back and forth for a few months, the odd one every week, Bugsy even once joking it was much more interesting and riveting than foreplay, which had his face red hot at his desk.
She was like that, heâd quickly realised, had a vulgar sort of humour about her, yet he couldnât help the snigger that came out whenever heâd receive one of his papers back through the mail with pink writing scrawled all over his ideas. The little hearts that dotted her exclamations whenever she wrote âAMAZING!â, the odd time sheâd written âsexy ideas, doctor Reidâ which heâd come to understand meant it was really good. Heâd even gotten back the drawing at the end of the paper of a stickman of the two of them, his hair a curly scribble and a purple tie which told him immediately who was who, her line of a hand pointing at his caricature with the speech bubble, âeveryone point and wave at the smart man,â which had made him laugh.Â
She was odd, toeing the line between childish and witty, nothing like the scholars he usually worked with, and the writing he usually sent back on her papers were all in standard black ink, his own pharmacist handwriting staring back at him as he crammed in his every thought of her research into the margins. If she couldnât read it, she hadnât said, but he liked to think she took notice of it all, even if it wasnât strewn with stars and doodles and the occasional flirt he knew meant nothing. He knew her from her writing, knew her from her ideas that sometimes kept him up at night thinking more about them, but the two of them hadnât spoken directly, most certainty hadnât seen one another since that day with the Chernusâ.
Emily hummed, fingers drumming on the wheel, entirely unaware of the thoughts rattling around in Spencerâs head, then again thatâs how it always was, âI just pray to god sheâs listened to me for once in her damn life and keeps quiet,â
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âFucking bitch. The nuns in Moscow hit harder than you,â She spat, blood dribbling from her split lip. She wasnât entirely lying, but god did her mouth sing with pain as she tried to muffle a moan.Â
âYou got jokes, pig lover?â The other woman asked, a tattoo covering half her cheek, her nose crooked from the shiner the Prentiss girl had already given her. âWonât be fucking laughing when Iâm done, bitch,â The woman was quick to tackle the girl around her stomach, slamming her into the hard concrete of the holding cell. Bugsy felt her skull rattle, the wind whooshing from her chest as rough hands grab her shirt and pin her down harder.Â
The younger girl reached the nerve under her opponent's armpit, the soft of her ribs, twisting until the woman gave a bark of shock, and she took the opportunity to shove her off, climbing on top of her as they both scrambled for some sort of control.
âI got one for you. Whatâs got a broken nose, a black eye and doesnât know whatâs good for her?â She swung twice as hard, the other women in the cell rattling against the bars as if watching a matador taunt a bull, the air thick with excitement as the two of them cursed eachother out.
Emilyâs sigh was audible across the room as the wardens separated the cat fight, the largest of the officers all but grabbing her sister by the scruff of the neck like a feral beast, dragging her over with stubborn feet to where the BAU stood in the lobby, eyes widened at the state of her.Â
âYou better start acting your age, little girl. Mommyâs not gonna be around forever to save you,â The officer hissed in her ear, manhandling her over to where Emily glared daggers into the side of her head. She knew that look, it was eerily similar to momâs that time sheâd been caught sneaking out of the house, something in the warm brown of Emilyâs eyes frosting over into a cold blackness. Fury.Â
She chewed her words for a moment, waiting until the man had turned around with a grunt of acknowledgement to the badge Emily had flashed to get his attention, before she spoke.Â
âSheâs not my mom, she's my sister, dumbass-â Emily slapped a hand over her mouth, gripping her shoulder with the bear-like strength her jagged nails possessed when she was mad, the scoff of disgrace leaving her mouth as her team trailed behind the two of them.Â
âWhat the hell happened, baby Prentiss?â Morgan asked, ignoring the way Emilyâs heated gaze turned on him, âWhatâs got you so worked up?â
âDonât entertain her, Morgan,â Emily seethed, all but shoving her into the back of the SUV. She looked up at her sister with an open mouth, the guilt flashing in her eyes as she wavered under the pointing finger Emily jabbed in her face, âDon't you even dare,âÂ
âBut-â She stammered, cut off when she saw the glare intensified, if that had even been possible.Â
âI donât want to hear another word from you for the rest of the day unless youâre prepared to give me a good explanation why Iâve dragged my team out here to save your sorry ass,â Emily hissed, and the girlâs mouth bobbed a few times, feeling the rest of the team watching as she got thoroughly chewed out.Â
âWait-â Emilyâs hand lingered at the car door, ready to slam it in her face as she rubbed her cuff over her chin, mopping up the damage. Her head tilted for a moment, hoping her sister had something good to say, only for it to be; âHe just called you old, I hope you realise that,â
Emilyâs gaze darkened, slamming the door shut with an anger she imagined her mother had kept warm for the past twenty three years, whirling around heatedly when she heard a snigger from one Derek Morgan.Â
âDamn, mama, hear the girl out.â He said, slapping a hand on the womanâs shoulder as he passed, heading back to their own SUV, âMaybe sheâll surprise you,âÂ
If Emily was going to bite anything back, she didnât. Instead she ran a hand over her brow, the group disbanding to their cars now the problem child had been picked up from daycare, except for Hotch who watched the older Prentiss with a scowl, despite the worry in his eyes.Â
âHotch, Iâm so sorry, just take it off my timecard, Iâll cover all the costs,â She said shakily, her own frown adorning her face as she felt herself blush from embarrassment under her bossâs gaze.Â
âI understand sheâs your sister, but this was a gross misuse of agent time and resources, Prentiss,â He said, his gaze drifting to where Spencer sat next to the girl, pulling a packet of tissues and hand sanitizer out of his satchel while JJ rooted through her own purse for a plaster, âDonât let it happen again,âÂ
Emily nodded vehemently, flushed with anger, her palms sticky as she wiped them on her jeans.Â
âAbsolutely sir. Believe me, this ever happens again, sheâs on her own,â She replied, though they both knew she didnât mean it. Emily would never.Â
He nodded stonily, deciding quickly that it was punishment enough that she felt so ashamed, he knew from his years of arguments with Sean what it was like to have a sibling stray so far.Â
âWe can fill out reports in the morning, just get Reid and JJ home,â Hotch said, putting a tentative hand on her shoulder as he passed her to head towards his own vehicle, âAnd try not to kill each other in the company car. It doesnât look good on paperwork,âÂ
She beat off the smile on her lips as she got back into the driver's seat, the air that engulfed the four of them foul as she glared over her shoulder and into the back. Spencer twitched in his seat uncomfortably, his hand still passing over tissues to the bloodied girl.Â
âSo, you gonna tell me what that was about?â Emily asked, her tone brittle and warning, not in the mood for any snarky response she could give, âOr is this old lady going to have to lay into you some more,âÂ
The smell of strong ethanol engulfed her nose as she held the soaked tissue to her face, frowning into her lap silently and avoiding the burning stare as Emily stuck the keys in the ignition and started the car.
âLetâs start with why you were there,â JJ input, the same tone of voice she used as when talking to victims, calm and motherly, unlike the pissed off snarl Emily gave, âYou wanna tell us why you were arrested?â
âYou two really gonna pull the good cop, bad cop on me?â She snapped, her lip swelling around the wound, tongue grazing it softly despite the heavy taste of the sanitizer.
Emily said her name in a warning, her last warning, and she knew better than to push her luck even more, the SUV pulling out of the station and onto the road.Â
âI was just shopping for groceries,â She started, fiddling with the bloodied tissue, wincing under her tongue stroke, âStore clerk made a pass at me, I told him I wasnât interested. So he put a pack of smokes in my handbag while I wasnât looking; the alarms went off. I didnât even know what was happening until security grabbed me at the door,âÂ
JJ flashed a glance at Emily, like two parents deciding an appropriate punishment, the brunetteâs lips straightening out into a line.Â
âYouâre telling the truth?â She asked cautiously, glancing in the rear view mirror to see how her sister balled the mess of paper between her palms.Â
Rolling her eyes, she gladly accepted the other packet of tissues Spencer slid over the leather seat between them.Â
âI went out for milk and oranges, I was not looking to get picked up, Em,â She bit back, groaning when she felt it jostle the cut, âAnd certainly not for cigarettes, you know I only smoke on New Years,âÂ
Spencer looked at her with a frown, and she caught his confusion quickly, pulling another leaf of paper from the packet.Â
âEmily and I had a rule after she caught me smoking when I was like fourteen, that we could have one cigarette between the two of us on New Years eve,â She explained, JJ also perking up to hear it, âSo that by the time morning came around, it would be last yearâs mistake, and it would be like it never happened,âÂ
JJ smiled to herself, remembering the time she caught Roz sneaking one of her dadâs cigarettes on the back porch back when she was just ten. She remembered the little secrets the two of them kept back then, held them even all these years later.Â
âSo how did that lead to, well,â JJ gestured to her lip, âThat,âÂ
âYeah, didnât I specifically tell you to not antagonise anyone?â Emily chimed in, signalling she was changing lanes as they headed down the freeway for a second time that day.
âTechnically you said not to antagonise the officers,â She pointed out, before Spencer had the chance to, shutting his mouth as he caught the glare Emily shot through the mirror.
âKeep talking,â The older Prentiss ordered, as Bugsy sighed and blotted her lip some more.Â
âThat woman, Mira I think her name was, anyway, she recognised me from that picture mom had us take on Independence Day, the one they put in The Hill, and she asked me if it was true my sister was a fed,âÂ
Emilyâs fingers twitched at the wheel, knowing the status agents and even people associated with agents held in prisons; knowing just being a Prentiss in a jail cell held a big, dazzling price over her head that said âkill me, kill me!â
The air sucked out of the car, a look passing between JJ and Reid as they thought the same thing, waiting for her to go on.Â
âSo then you hit her?â Emily guessed, the bitterness slowly ebbing as she understood maybe her sister wasnât as unruly as she thought.Â
âNo, I told her to leave me the fuck alone, but she said you guys sent her brother down for something a while back, and she asked again if my family were all Pigs,â She picked her nails, the blood stain on her sleeve staring back at her, âI told her if she didnât stop calling you a Pig, Iâd make her squeal like one. And then I hit her,âÂ
Emily tried to pretend she didnât smile hearing that, her cheeks tightening, lips pulling down as she fended it off.Â
âIs that good enough, officers, or will you be needing fingerprints?â The girl chimed after a moment, a weight seemingly lifted from the car as Emily quickly realised she had, for once, not been entirely at fault.Â
âI want a handwritten apology to my boss for wasting his time,â Emily demanded, her unforgiving gaze softening when she saw her smile, âAnd you owe my team coffee,â
âI can do coffee, coffee coming right up,â She agreed, shoving the used tissues into her purse with a crooked smile, âItâs a date,â
Spencers ears turned red, looking over the seat at where she dabbed at her lip gently. She didnât look much older for six months, but she had gotten her nose pierced since the last time heâd seen her, unless he just hadnât noticed it before, and the streaks of red were slowly fading out into a blush pink that said it was old, and he wondered if sheâd done it herself in that tiny little cubicle bathroom of hers she shared with the four other girls in her block.Â
âYou finished your stats papers yet?â He made polite conversation, though part of him was dying to know out of curiosity if she could crunch numbers and equations as well as she could in her own labs.Â
âGot two more this week, theyâre kicking my ass man,â She replied with a huff, and he didnât think heâd ever been called âmanâ by a woman before. He knew if heâd known her in college, ignoring the fact he would have been twelve, he would have thought she may just be the coolest person alive, âI miss my labs with my microscopes and watching all the little baby cells move around in the ethanol. Stats are like, just not sexy,âÂ
He smiled at her as she stared out the window, unaware of the way sheâd managed to make DNA sound like a play pen full of kittens. He held off from telling her he found stats really quite sexy, knowing it would never sound the same coming from his mouth.
He pulled a leaf of the tissues from the packet, producing his own pen from his pocket and began doodling carefully so as not to rip the delicate canvas.Â
Sliding it over to her after five minutes as Emily and JJ made conversation in the front seat, she didnât care that the grin tugged on her split lip, the reaction was instant, she couldnât stop it if she tried.Â
Two stick men stared back at her, her hair a close match in texture and a childish triangle drawn as means of a dress, a very tall stick figure next to her patting her metaphorical head, a speech bubble coming from his mouth.Â
âMaths is fun!â It said, and she flicked a glance at him, her smile the most genuine heâd seen yet. He just smiled back.Â
+2. The one where you graduate
Emily felt the looks on her the moment JJ had mentioned Maryland. The case was a little under their pay grade, nothing more than a stalker, no bodies or bloodshed, but one very rattled woman that had turned to the communications liaison with fear for her life.Â
With Hotch and Rossi in Boston helping a case of their own, the rest of the BAU had been twiddling their thumbs waiting for something to come across their desk.Â
âThis case is in my hands now, and if we do nothing and something happens to her,â JJ took a heavy breath, her eyes lingering on the three names Keri had given her in case of her untimely death, âIâll be the one notifying her family,â
Derek, despite his own hesitations about using their time for a case like this, caved the moment he saw the guilt on the blondeâs face.Â
âOkay,â He shuffled the papers into a pile, Emily and Spencer gathering their own resources on the case and standing from the round table.Â
Luckily, one government SUV was more than enough to carry the four of them for the hour drive North, all of them well aware Hotch would flip if they used more funds than necessary.
JJ piled into the front beside where Morgan climbed into the driverâs seat, leaving Emily next to a particularly fidgety Reid. It took all of fifteen minutes of the man flicking a glance at her, his mouth quirking as if he were about to use it, before he thought better and looked out the window, and the whole thing would start again.Â
Derek, the less shy about his thoughts of the two men, even glanced at her through the rear view mirror, before he too returned his gaze out the window silently. JJ shifted in her seat, knowing she had to tread carefully around mentioning Bugsy to Emily, particularly after the last time theyâd seen her. Emily had said theyâd grabbed coffee once or twice since then, but that was all she spoke about it, which left her team walking cracked eggshells at the thought of bringing her up.Â
It seemed the three of them were bursting at the seams with the same thought, and it wasnât until Reid cleared his voice, his puppy eyes stuck in his loop, that she had had enough.Â
âDoes anyone here have something to say?â Emily huffed, Derek immediately reaching to turn the radio up the same time that JJ flicked the AC on for something to do. Realising they werenât easily broken, she turned to Spencer who already looked slightly guilty, thumbing at his sweater, âReid?â
âDid you want to see your sister?â He asked without hesitation, as if the words had fallen out of him, âYou know, since weâre so close on this case. It would be a good excuse to-â
âYou did say she owed us a coffee,â JJ pointed out, spurred on by Spencerâs nerves, âWouldnât mind cashing in if weâre coming all this way.â
âMorgan, do you have anything to add?â Emily asked with raised brows, though she already knew what was coming.
Derek chewed over his thoughts a second, âIâm just saying, you only get to see your baby sisters grow up once- you know, and it couldnât hurt to see her even if she runs rings around you with that smart mouth-â
âShouldnât we be focusing on the case?â Emily cut him off incredulously, but received three knowing looks back. She met JJâs gaze where the woman had swivelled in her seat to talk to her, and Prentiss was fast to catch the buried grief in her best friendâs eyes. She knew it pained her to even bring up sisterhood, let alone watch Emily throw hers away for the sake of a decade and a half between them. It was the desperation in JJâs face that did it, knowing she would give anything to spend just an hour with Roz one more time, that had her drawing her cell out her pocket and calling the contact with the little ladybug next to it, âFine,â
As a profiler she would have been tempted to ignore the way Spencer smiled into his lap; as a sister, her eyes narrowed at him.
The phone rang surprisingly only once before she answered, and she heard an unnaturally tame version of her sister answer.
âEmily?â She asked, her voice hushed, worried almost, âYou okay?â
Her brows furrowed, âYeah, Iâm fine. Are you?â She got no more than a hum in return, somewhat agreeing though Emily could tell clear as day she was holding something back. âLook, weâre gonna be in Silver Spring, I was thinking tomorrow we could grab lunch-âÂ
âCanât, Iâm busy, itâs an all day thing,â Her sister cut her off, yet it wasnât rude or demeaning like usual. Nervous almost, sad, âSorry,â
âWhatâs an all day thing?â Emily asked, the concern matching her words.Â
Her sister swallowed on the other end of the phone, before she found her words, or maybe even the balls to actually speak, âIâm graduating tomorrow,â
Emilyâs face lit up, the smile spreading fast on her face, ignoring the way Morganâs words seemed to ring true in her ears; she was growing up too fast.Â
âGraduating, why didnât you say!â She asked, the joy in her tone unmissable, âHowâd your papers go?â
Spencer held himself off from correcting her that sheâd only done five papers, that the rest of her results had come from theory and labs, thinking better than to interrupt the one conversation theyâd had where there was no underlying argument brewing.Â
âFull honours, obviously.â Bugsy drawled with a snicker, and Emily shook her head, the smile never dimming.Â
âLook at you, yâlittle superstar,â Emily bit her lip, ignoring the guilt that tore at her when she realised she barely knew what Bug spent her days doing, âDid Mom and Dad get good seats? Oh god, dadâs not bringing Stephanie is he?â
The silence on the other end had her halting, the light in the conversation wavering for a second, before she understood the nerves, the quick defence her sister had been on the moment the call had been answered.Â
âBug-â
âTheyâre not coming,â Her heart ached in her chest hearing it, âI sent Mom the details, she said sheâs in Ukraine this week settling some papers. Didnât even get a chance to ask Dad before he and Stephanie were off on their fifth honeymoon in the Bahamas until October,â A painful laugh echoed down the line, as if she were holding back the gravity of the situation.Â
âBug,â Emily tried again, picking her thumb viciously, punishingly, hating herself for being so blind to her sisterâs troubles, âWhy didnât you invite me?â
âI figured youâd be busy,â Came the reply, sad and tender, the most honest sheâd heard in a while, âYouâre always busy,âÂ
âNever too busy for you,â Emilyâs guilt tripled when her sister didnât answer, knowing if she were to counter the statement with hard evidence it would only hurt both of them, âLook, I have some time today, probably,â She didnât, not even a few minutes, âWhy donât we get that coffee, you donât even have to pay,â
Bugsy gave a sad laugh, âSorry, Em, I gotta get my dress fitted today, and some of the lab techs invited me to a party later. Maybe some other time,â
âA party with biology nerds?â Emily asked with false excitement, the air turned stagnant between them now, âWell, rock on, science freak. Donât leave your drinks with strangers, and donât walk home alone, and for god sake use protection-â
âBye, Emily,â She said with a chuckle, the older of the two gracing her with the same, as they put the phone down.Â
The car was quiet, waiting for Prentiss to speak, none of them missing the way her lip pulled between her teeth, a bitterness on her face that told them she was holding in something close to sadness. Youâre always busy. It echoed around her head, stabbing at her chest to think her sister was graduating alone, no one to congratulate her, no one to pat her on the back and tell her how clever she is despite the fact Bugsy would happily tell anyone just how smart she was on her own. Never too busy for you.Â
âSheâs graduating tomorrow,â She said to the three people waiting for an update, Spencerâs brows shooting to his hairline. He hadnât heard from her since her last paper got sent off, and why would he? They had exchanged a few little anecdotes and doodles, sent each other research papers to be graded like teachers exchanging lecture notes, âShe didnât even tell me. Sheâs gonna be alone,âÂ
JJ grimaced, âWhat? What about your mom- or, or your dad, an uncle, someone-âÂ
âMom and dad are out of the country, Momâs brother lives in Mexico with his seven kids, he can barely get a nightâs sleep let alone a day off to travel up to Maryland. Dadâs sisters passed away when I was a kid,â Emily explained, running a hand over her face, âI canât let her go up there alone,â
âSo we donât,â Spencer said, as if heâd never been more sure of anything in his life, âWe donât let her do it alone,â
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âGraduating with Masters in Biotechnology; Jasper Adams, Tom Adamson, Kristen Afkins, Gavin Agriths-âÂ
The dean read off the names of the students as she fiddled with the hem of her dress.Â
The dress fit beautifully, her make up done to near perfection, her hair styled neatly, she was graduating with full honours for christ sakes. Why couldnât she just be happy with what she had? Why had she got to be so spoiled?Â
Lots of peoples parents missed their graduation, lots of people her age didnât even have parents anymore, she ought to be grateful her mother was increasing famine aid in foreign countries, all the lives she would save, or even be happy her father had found a pretty, rich new wife to tour every known vacation destination with. Or even that her sister had called her just yesterday and told her in a few words she was proud of her.Â
But none of them quelled the feeling of loneliness that blossomed inside Bugsy. The kind that had always been there, the kind that just wanted someone in her corner, telling her she was doing pretty good for a kid who raised herself in all those big houses theyâd moved to, who saw the au pair more often than her own mother.Â
All those rooms were so empty, the houses so quiet besides for her. It was like living in a cemetery.Â
âRobert Lewsinsky. Marcus Linford. Tara Lorence. Katie Macauley.âÂ
P would be up soon. Each name of her classmates drew an applause, some whoops and screams, one family she swore there must have been ten of them in the back row cawing and howling like monkeys at a zoo, proud of their son for making it.Â
She willed a smile on her face, hearing Orla Parkins get called up, and she knew just by the steward that directed her where to stand in line she was close.Â
âKenneth Patterson. Joshua Perriman. Harriet Pimms. Lauren Pintons.â
She held a rattled breath as Renly Prackett walked ahead of her, strolling over the stage to collect his degree, flashing the crowd a wide smile and a fist pump. She had always liked Renly, having been his experiment partner for a year, despite the fact he never washed up after himself in the lab.Â
Then it was, her name was called. The one no one but her mother and Stephanie ever called her, she solely went by Bugsy courtesy of Emily. It was a family name, a nice one at that. Maybe it had been the fact she had been eight and her cool big sister crowned her the new name, or maybe it just rolled off the tongue better, made her feel less like a Prentiss, that she chose to go by her monika.Â
She tried not to think about where or what Emily was doing, only hoping she was safe, as she began walking over the stage, her heels clicking loudly with her hesitant steps.Â
To her utmost surprise she heard a loud whistle echo through the auditorium, a group of jeers and screams of her name, even an air horn signing off that had her almost tripping over her own feet turning to see who it was.Â
Surely it was a joke, a cruel prank, she barely had any friends in her class. Acquaintances sure, but no one so bold as to make such a fuss over her.Â
Squinting down at the audience, her cap nearly slipping off her head as her head turned to the source, she felt her chest burst when she saw the dark hair and bangs, her sisters butchered fingertips in her mouth with a loud cattle whistle, screaming like a firework right to the stage where she graciously accepted her award, despite the fact she barely paid any attention to the dean anymore, more to her sister who smiled at her widely as she clapped. Behind her, her team sheâd met on the off chance, the pretty blonde, JJ, who pressed the air horn a few more times, cheering just as loud for her. Morgan, the handsome one who had stood himself on top of his chair, cupping a hand over his mouth to scream âKicking ass, baby Prentiss!â at her, ignoring the way other people stared wide eyed at them.Â
And Spencer, tall enough to be seen over the crowd even without the help of a chair, who smiled at her, clapping those big hands of his loud enough to reach her, his own whoops never ceasing even as she stepped off the stage to head back to her seat.Â
The rest of the ceremony dragged, a speech from one of the alumni and the exit music playing, but she simply grinned into her hand, where her degree smiled back at her, counting down the moments she would be allowed to stand.Â
And then she was fast walking down the stairs, amongst the bustle of students, the black gowns flurrying around her as she burst out into the square where parents, fiancees, brothers, sisters, cheered their loved ones, pulling them into tight hugs.Â
Her eyes scanned the wave of black hats, landing on two dark eyes, the thick sable hair framing the dazzling smile that awaited her with open palms. All but shoving her way through the crowd, she stopped in front of her sister, the urge to jump at her with a hug shying the moment she got close.Â
âTold you. Never too busy for you, Bug,â Emily said, pulling her in by her shoulders for a tight hug. She knew her sister wasnât one to beg for affection, wasnât one to let her guard drop so soon, but she also knew sheâd needed it by the way she melted against her, the way she chuckled into her hair, pulled her closer.Â
âDo I owe your boss another letter of apology for this or do I get you guys for free?â The girl asked, as her sister pulled away, keeping an arm around her shoulder as they turned to the rest of the team.Â
âNo, this one is entirely on us, promise,â JJ said with a smile as she saw Emily beaming maternally over at the girl, the flat of the cap knocking against her cheek as she squeezed her in once more, âWeâre very proud of you,âÂ
She heated under the womanâs words, wriggling in her shoes as bad as Emily did when she felt awkward, Derek chuckling and taking the degree out of her hand.Â
âAlright, lets see the creds, Prentiss,â He held it up next to her face as she shrugged, the â4.0â clear as day next to her name, âGood looking, and smart. Those boys in the lab ought to watch out,â
She grinned under his teasing, âWhat can I say, I got the deep end of the gene pool,â She teased, feeling Emily swat her ear, her eyes falling to where Spencer held a plant pot with a poorly wrapped bow of twine around it, the soil a little displaced from the journey.
âThis is for you,â He said, handing her the small green sproutling, his cheeks blushing as her face lit up, reading the small inscription on the front, âItâs-â
âDionaea muscipula,â She said, biting her lip as she smiled at him, âThis is so cool! Where on earth did- I had a paper last semester on the ways to study their electrophysiology you just have to read- oh thank you!â
âEnglish, please?â Emily asked, though the warmth flooded her chest when her sister threw her arms around a very rigid Spencer.Â
Thinking she should grab her and warn her the man disliked touch almost as much as she does, she was surprised to see him give her a small embrace back, smiling proudly the way he did when heâd made someone happy.Â
âPiège Ă mouches VĂŠnus,â Her sister responded cockily, tugging herself away from the tall man, to inspect her new plant, well aware that Emily rolled her eyes at her use of French, âVenus Fly Trap. Iâve never seen one so young, still I should be able to pull some slides on the Rhizomes in the soil-â
Emily put a hand to her temple, JJ smiling widely as she saw for once Spencer be the one on the receiving end of an earful, chuckling to himself when she began dishing out name ideas for the sapling.Â
âHoly shit, thereâs two of them,â Morgan grumbled, nudging his shoulder into Emily who simply sighed, her migraine already starting as Reid began jumping in with his own thoughts, which didnât take much effort.
âDonât even,âÂ
+3. The one where youâre taken hostage
âTell us about the 911 call,â Spencer requests, flicking through the file himself beside her in the back seat. She had her own set of paperwork in front of her, her pen attached to a clipboard the lanyard around her neck reading her real, honest credentials, unlike the fake ones Emily and Reid were given. Sheâd been to one of these sects before, invited kindly as part of her research on the effect isolation has on cultivation of crops, knew one of the motherâs well from her last research paper, and had managed to get the group a foot in the door to entering the Separtarian Sect with little fuss.Â
Hotch, usually hesitant to allow outsiders in on the job, especially as young and spirited as Bugsy, had to admit it would calm any potential unsubs and make them see the team as unthreatening if they had a friendly face there. Heâd signed the papers with a frown that morning, and they were on their way to the little apartment the girl occupied just outside Baltimore, sample tubes stuffed into her pack ready.Â
âI believe the he that they refer to is the churchâs leader, Benjamin Cyrus,â Nancy, a woman from child protective services, replied from the driver's seat, Emily thumbing through her papers as they neared the compound.Â
âBenjamin Cyrus, no criminal record; no record of him at all actually,â Reid replied, watching Bugsy scribbling notes into her lab book, perfecting her report before she had even begun, âWhat else do you know about him?âÂ
âThe sect I spoke to before, the one in Utah, said he was rumoured to be practising polygamy and forced marriages,â The younger woman said, looking back at him with a frown, âThey were much more modern in their beliefs than these guys. Last time I spoke to Marina she was happy there, I canât see why she would want to move here,âÂ
Spencer looked as if he were about to answer, perhaps to tell her he was sure her contact would be just fine, when Emily shrugged and turned to Nancy.Â
âDo we know who the caller is?â She asked, sipping her now lukewarm coffee out of the disposable cup.Â
Nancyâs head tilted in a so-so motion, âUh, Jessica Evansen is the one who the age fits, but we canât be sure.â
âWell given their view on outsiders, it would be best if you didnât identify us as FBI.â Emily instructed, handing Reid his new, fake credentials and his gun sheâd kept in her bag through customs. âJust use our real names and introduce us as child victim interview experts.â Nancy nodded, the compound coming into view, the dust flurrying under the car wheels as the road turned into nothing more than a sandy path.Â
A guard seemed to be expecting their arrival as he stood, unarmed at the main gate, unlatching the bolt in the middle and opening it wide for their vehicle to pass through. She nodded in thanks, her eyes flicking out the dirty window to see a collection of mobile homes surrounding a large church, a few smaller outbuildings dotted around the compound. It was quiet, not full of laughter like the last group she had been to, the children nowhere to be seen, only a few of the handier members of the flock that were either fixing up walls, trimming trees besides a man sprawled too casually on the steps of the chapel, a bible in his hands he seemed to be catching up on.Â
The car pulled to a stop in front of the man that barely batted an eye at their arrival, the safety locks flicking off each of the doors, Nancy collecting her briefcase and exiting the car first.Â
She had all but reached for the handle when Emily stopped her, swivelling in her seat to look her dead in the eye.Â
âYour job is mediator, you got that?â Her sister had never looked more serious, but then again she did know her almost too well, âYou and your field research are a⌠buffer between our investigation and the unsub. Just try to take the focus off what weâre doing, but do not provoke anyone,â
She raised her hands in innocence, âGot it, jeez, what could I possibly do that could ruin this investigation?âÂ
Emily stared back at her blankly, unnamused, as if they both knew there was a lot she could, and would, do that would blow the whole thing.Â
âYou look like mom when you give me that look,â She bit back, leaving the car, as Nancy spoke to the man laying on the steps, âItâs terrible,âÂ
âIâm looking for Mr Benjamin Cyrus?â Nancy reported, her tight, knee length skirt and blouse entirely out of place amongst the dirt track.Â
âYou found him,â The man replied, still not so much as granting them a glance of interest as he flicked through his passages.Â
âIâm Nancy Lunde, we spoke on the phone regarding the allegation,â She replied, which was the only thing that garnered his attention as he looked up at them behind slightly bent reading glasses.Â
âSavages they call us; because our manners differ from theirs,â He said, though it was clear it wasnât entirely his own words, more likely a segment of his preach heâd repeated a handful of times. Bugsy tried to hide her disgust behind her hand tightening around her lab books she kept tightly to her chest.Â
âWe didnât come here to hear you cite scripture, Mr Cyrus,â Nancy snipped as he approached the group, pocketing the glasses though he kept hold of the bible in hand as if it was part of his own arm.Â
âActually itâs Benjamin Franklin,â Spencer murmured to the woman, which had Cyrusâ cold brown eyes narrowing at the tall man, assessing for a motive.
âEmily Prentiss, Spencer Reid. Theyâre child victim interview experts,â Nancy introduced them quickly, the two of them flashing their badges, the unofficial ones at least. Gesturing to the youngest woman, she introduced her with her real name, his gaze flicking to her as he seemed to recognise it.
âMarinaâs friend? The plant lady?â He asked, face half amused as she fought her lip from twitching into a sneer. Instead she smiled, holding out her hand.Â
âThatâs what they call me,â She said, shaking his hand, ignoring the way he flashed her a cheshire cat smile, âHope you donât mind me dropping by, Marina said I could take some samples for my research,â
He laughed, shaking his head, looking at Spencer, âWomen and their flowers, right?â Spencer swallowed back a retort, shrugging his shoulders, though Bugsyâs eye twitched. Benjamin patted her on her shoulder, âOf course you can honey, Iâll find Jared, our head gardner, and you can run along for your research,âÂ
He said it as if she were lying, that her degree and endless hours of work would only ever chalk up to a few doodles in a notebook, or a garden full of hydrangeas, or tulips, or roses, because she couldnât possibly care about anything else but pretty flowers.Â
Nodding her head graciously, choking back the hateful response she wished to spit in his face, she gave him a polite thankyou, feeling Spencerâs eyes burning into the side of her head.Â
âThe children are in the school as I indicated,â Cyrus said, turning back to the other three, Emily and Nancy taking off in the direction he pointed, the former knowing her sister was at risk of blowing a fuse if they were here for long.Â
Spencer hung back, partially because he had a plan of distraction in mind to allow the women a chance to speak with the children whilst Cyrus wasnât around, partially because he didnât want to leave Bugsy anywhere on her own. Sure, Emily had said they were both trained in self defence when they were kids, but with no weapon of her own, he was reluctant.Â
âYou're using solar power?â He prompted, gesturing towards where the eight blue panels warmed under the Colorado sun.
âWeâre completely self-sufficient,â Benjamin nodded along, catching the impressed look on both their faces, âElectricity, food, water. Ben Franklin said ��God helps those that help themselves,â you look surprised,âÂ
âNo, impressed actually,â Spencer replied, and he wasnât entirely lying. The system was incredibly complex, particularly if they received no help from outsiders, for as many people as there were in the compound.Â
âThankyou; for admitting that,â Cyrus said earnestly, flicking his gaze back to Bugsy who studied the solar panels, âIâll go find Jared, he can take you to the greenhouses,â
Thanking him again, he led the way towards the school where Nancy and Emily had headed, as the two of them exchanged a look, Spencer smiling half piteously, wishing he could shake her and tell her just how smart she was and that Cyrus knew absolutely nothing.Â
He didnât miss the way she walked closer to him, or how she thumbed the corner of her notebook, or how she looked back at him, biting the inside of her cheek. He thinks he might get slapped if he pointed it out, but Emily had the exact same tell when she was nervous, which is why he bumps their shoulders together in means of reassuring her he was still there.Â
It was only then she gave him any sort of smile back.Â
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Jared, as expected, had been just as condescending and patronising as Benjamin whilst she slipped on her latex gloves, scooping no more than a handful of homemade fertiliser into one of her test tubes. It had been a partial cover, their story, but she had been telling the truth when sheâd contacted Marina and asked if she could drop by. Sheâd been meaning to expand her field research in hopes of stumbling on a job opportunity since she spent most of her postgraduate days reading while her cat pawed at her leg for more treats than he deserved, the odd phone call with her sister much more common than it had been before.Â
She didnât miss the way Jaredâs hand fell into the small of her back as he led her back towards the school, after having noted down a few more readings, fussing over the state of the carrots that seemed to grow entirely naturally thanks to the systems theyâd been smart enough to set up. He seemed rather bored by the whole thing, for a head gardener, more interested in staring at her legs as she leaned down to identify the fat black beetle that crawled along the rockery.Â
It wasnât until they were halfway to the school that the sound of tyres on a dirt path met her ears, and she saw five armoured SUVs out the corner of her eye.Â
She hadnât even the time to question what was going on, before Jaredâs face dropped, the hand gently holding the soft of her back grabbing on her forearm hard enough to leave bruises, as he was dragging her to the chapel they had seen when they had pulled up.
 Emily had said the rest of the team stayed in Quantico, if it wasnât them, who was it.Â
âWhats going on- who is that?â She asked him lamely, her feet stumbling as she half fought his heavy hand off.Â
That was when the shooting started.Â
She thinks it came from the compound first, sheâd seen two men stationed on top of one of the outbuildings, thinking nothing much of it, until she saw clearly now the assault rifles they bore, pointing it straight at the vehicles that drew closer. The whistle of bullets, bangs of the chambers emptying their artillery, and it wasnât until she heard the doors to the SUVs start opening, more gunfire began hitting the wall ahead of them that she started running. Running fast, for the cover the church provided until she figured out just what the fuck was happening.Â
Jared all but threw her past the chapel door, where Cyrus and four other men were waiting, a heavy barricade in their hands, her chest pounding with adrenaline, she couldnât help the yelp that left her as Cyrus whirled on her, grabbing her shoulders firmly and looking her dead in the eye.Â
âDid you know anything about this?â He asked, his calm demeanour cracking when she scrambled for a response, âANSWER ME,â
âNo-no not at all.â She shook her head, voice weaker than sheâd like, but the sight of more guns in the menâs hands twisted any resolve she had, âWhere are the others- the- the experts-â
âTake her into the tunnels,â Cyrus ignored her question, nodding at one of his men to grab her as Jared armed himself. She felt another callused hand yank on her upper arm, and part of her wondered if that was how men handled all women here, as if they were herding cattle, as she was dragged down into the catacombs below the church.Â
Theyâd made plans for a day like this to come, she realised.Â
Her heart constricted at the sound of bullets rattling above them, she hadn't been able to tell in that last moment whether Cyrus believed her or not as, nor whether she was being taken to the tunnels for her own safety or to be questioned harder about the gunmen.Â
She could only hope Emily was safe.Â
She felt her tongue too big for her mouth as the man all but shoved her into the bunker, the nervous chatter of women and children, some of the more elderly men, as they clung to one another for safety, the scathing remark she would have usually made about his heavy hands failing her as she scanned the room for her sister.Â
Emily was faster however, and she nearly yelped again as two bony arms yanked her into a hug, a rare one, and she knew by the blazer and the sigh of relief in her ear it was Em.
Usually she would bat her off, tell her to stop fussing like a mother hen, but today she embraced her right back, trying to note if her sister had any bullet holes in her before she allowed herself the same relief.Â
âAre you okay? Are you hurt?â Emily asked, the whole thing coming out in a slew of worry, and she nodded, pulling away as if she needed to see the proof in person.Â
Bugsyâs eyes were wild, as if she were a doe in a meadow hearing a rifle cocking near. No scratch that, she was a doe being chased and shot at and hunted, narrowly escaping being mounted on a wall.Â
âThey were all shit shots,â Bugsy said, through a laugh she didnât quite mean, âYou would have done much better.âÂ
Patting her sister on the shoulder, Emily finally released her when she realised the humour meant she at least had her head on her shoulders. Spencer watched her with meticulous eyes, knowing the shock that registered on her face, knowing it was the same one he wore when he first had shots fired at him. He saw her own eyes quickly check him over, satisfied with a breath of relief when she saw they were both fine.Â
âWhereâs Lunde?â Emily asked, and she realised then Cyrus had followed her down into the shelter, two of his men grabbing handfuls of guns she had never seen before, likely imported out of country, and returning to the ground level, preparing for more shooting.Â
âIt wasnât us,â Cyrus replied, as if that negated the fact their recklessness had gotten the agent killed.Â
âWhat? You canât shoot it out with the cops, you have children in here,â Emily seethed, her voice harsh and incredulous.
âI didnât start this,â Cyrus bit back, looking towards his men as they grabbed boxes on boxes of ammunition, âIâll take the front, you take the roof,âÂ
And with that they stormed their way back through the tunnels, leaving the three of them to look between each other, knowing this could only end badly. Knowing the only people that could figure out how to get them out of this mess was the BAU, all 1,700 miles away.Â
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Theyâd been in the bunker for fourteen hours when there was finally movement. The shooting seemed to have quietened down, in which Spencer whispered it was around 11pm and it was likely neither party had a clear shot. Sheâd managed to fall asleep leaning against the wall, Emilyâs blazer draped over her legs. Sheâd regretted wearing cropped pants, despite how the shade of green complimented her eyes nicely, and sheâd been shivering by the time she fell asleep, Emilyâs hands stroking her hair gently as if she knew she was struggling to relax.Â
She hadnât realised she was staring at her little sister, frowning even as she slept, which made part of her want to laugh, until she caught Spencerâs tired eyes looking between them, something knowing and warm in his gaze.Â
âYou know, sheâs always scowled in her sleep, ever since she was born,â Emily said, quiet enough it didnât interrupt the hum of small snores, the odd baby cry that filled the bunker, but loud enough for him to smile at her, âShe used to sleep walk terrible too. Iâd find her in the kitchen trying to make pancakes with a cheese grater. Itâs like that big brain of hers doesnât know how to shut off,â Emily shook her head with a fatigue, rubbing her eyes.Â
âWas it weird? Being fourteen years older?â Spencer asked, his own hands shoved into his sleeves to try defend from the draught. Emily thought for a moment, her hand slowing for a second on her sister's hair, before she answered.Â
âI felt guilty leaving her in that house with my mom when I went to college,â Emily answered, Bugsy unconsciously tucking her face closer into the jacket, âI think part of her kind of hated me for it for a while.â She went quiet, the shame in her voice thick as the silence that encompassed them, âSheâs never been very affectionate you know? Before her graduation I donât think Iâd hugged her in twelve years,â
Spencer held himself back from pointing out that she had been just as touchy with him since theyâd met, and that maybe it was Emilyâs own regret that seemed to shut the both of them down. He wasnât one to rub salt in the wound, not since heâd gotten this job and learned to watch what he said.Â
He didnât know what to say, didnât want to give her advice, knowing the whole subject of their slowly repairing relationship was a sore one. He had no siblings of his own, had a mother who loved him despite how much she grappled with her own mind, and he had only known the girl briefly enough to consider her a friend at a push.Â
âI always thought the two of you were similar,â Emily chose to continue, offering him a small smile. He returned it, his face blushing at the fact that was a huge compliment to him, âGranted, you roll your eyes at me less and donât act like Iâm dumb, but you remind me of her,âÂ
âThankyou, I wish that were true,â He replied, eyes flicking to her sleeping form, the way her eyebrows were indeed scrunched in a permanent frown. He wondered if she was actually angry, or if she was just thinking hard, perhaps her dreams were full of equations or labs she needed to sort through. Either way, he wanted to know. âSheâs much cooler than Iâll ever be,âÂ
Emily snorted, shuffling against the wall to cosy herself, âThatâs one way to put it,â She said, smiling over at him as he did the same, his head resting against the wall, Bugsyâs legs stretching out to knock against his feet, and he didnât mind that she scuffed the bottom of his already dirty trousers. âGet some sleep,â
And so they did.Â
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Cyrus had corralled the whole flock into the church, where the shooting had stopped and the bodies had been removed, stating at the break of dawn that there was a hostage negotiator coming in to make sure everyone was safe before they made any deals.Â
She sat next to Spencer, the three of them stiff from their sleeping arrangements, and her stomach churned with hunger. It had been over 24 hours since theyâd gotten here, and besides the small bit of bread and water Cyrus gave everyone for breakfast, she was starving.Â
âRemind me to never leave the house, ever again,â She grumbled, as everyone waited in the pews for the negotiator to arrive, âMy cat is gonna be pissed Iâve not fed him,âÂ
âSince when did you get a cat?â Emily inputted from the other side of Reid, keeping one eye on the door in case any agents start shooting again.Â
The girl shrugged, âI got lonely, thereâs not much to do now Iâm not studying anymore,âÂ
Reid watched how she clutched her stomach, feeling his own complaining at the lack of nutrition, âMorgan wasnât lying when he said you should sign up for the academy. We could always use the help, we wouldnât have solved that case in Baltimore without you,âÂ
She snickered, nudging his foot with her boot, âYouâre being modest, you would have done it just fine,â
He was a little, wasnât surprised she called his bluff either. âOkay, so probably yes- but it would have taken us a whole lot longer. Mr Chernus likely would have died,âÂ
She shook her head, glancing at Emily who watched her carefully, âThat was all you guys. I just translated.â
Emily and Spencer exchanged a glance, leaning back in their uncomfortable seats calmly.Â
âYouâre probably right,â Spencer said, dusting the dirt off his trousers, âProbably couldnât handle it, high intensity mind games and such,â
She blanched, looking at him as if heâd grown a second head, not knowing him to be so brutally honest, realistic yes, but not bordering on rude.Â
âAnd itâs a lot of work,â Emily jumped in, her mouth a straight line, âI donât know if youâd be dedicated enough,â
Bugsy scoffed, indifferently. âI have a masters degree, I was offered a scholarship to do a PHD, asked to be an assistant professor at Yale, I can work hard, Emily,â She snipped, and perhaps she was particularly just hangry or they had struck a nerve with their doubt, âand I could do it if I wanted to, Iâd have the best shot theyâd ever seen, guaranteed- mom made me take lessons when you left- trust me I could do it-â
She shut up when she saw their small smile exchanged, as if sheâd told them a joke, or moreso theyâd had the same identical thought and that alone was hilarious.Â
Scowling at them, she looked from where Spencer looked almost, almost, guilty at making her the butt of the joke, to where Emily had a âtold you soâ smirk, and she kissed her teeth at their childishness.Â
âAre you guys reverse psychology-ing me? Seriously, so original guys,â She snapped, crossing her arms and straightening herself in her seat, ignoring the snigger that passed between them.Â
âYouâre not wrong though,â Emily replied quietly as Cyrus walked past them, his eyes falling to them with a frown. Bugsy kept her head down, heeding Emilyâs warning of not provoking anyone, and Spencer eyed the way she leaned closer to him.
If she was going to retaliate, whether agreeing or not, she stopped herself, the doors the church opening and an older gentleman walking through the doors, arms full of supplies sheâd figured must have been part of the negotiation. He was patted down by an armed guard, searching for his own weapons do doubt, or a wire perhaps, as he handed the box over to another who took it without a thankyou.Â
âRossi,â She heard Reid whisper beside her, and from the look he shot Emily and Spencer she gathered he was from the BAU, just as theyâd expected. His eyes fell on her, softening as alot of Emilyâs team did when they saw the two of them, as if they were picking her face apart for the tiny ways in which she resembled their Prentiss, or maybe it was the way she curled up in her seat, tired, hungry, on the defence. He just looked sorry for her.Â
 âThe children,â Cyrus said with no greeting, the air between them particularly frosty. He gestured towards the three of them, though Rossi had already clocked their tired faces staring at him with worry, âAnd our guests,â
She saw him trying not to react, guessing they had not let it slip to Cyrus he worked with the two undercover FBI agents, looking away from them as if the sight of their forlorn figures was enough to turn him sick.Â
Judging by the way Cyrus and he spoke quietly, tensely, Bugsy just hoped they had a plan to get them out of here soon as he soon left with a rigid handshake to the man keeping them hostage.Â
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The three of them had been moved to a backroom a few hours later. Her stomach ached, the little sustenance Rossi had brought being distributed to the community before theyâd been offered anything, which hadnât left much. Reid and Emily had tried to get her to take some of their sharing, and despite how her insides cried out for it, she declined, stating they would be more use than she would; that they needed their strength more than her if they were going to get out of here alive.Â
The two of them hadnât liked that answer judging by the frowns on their faces, but they sat in their seats with little fuss as they waited for things to quieten down after Cyrusâ staged âmass suicideâ that had turned out to be nothign more than a test of loyalty and grape juice.Â
They had been sat in silence, aside from her foot bouncing on the floor impatiently, as she picked at the threads on her pants, the material uncomfortable on her skin after a day of wearing it. The door slammed open, Cyrus entering the room with nasty scowl. She didnât know what had changed in the man in a matter of hours as he stormed over to them, two of his men behind him, loaded rifles in their arms.Â
This was not good.Â
âWhich one of you is it?â He asked almost too calm for his demeanour, his eyes flicking between the three of them, where Emily attempted to brush her hair using her fingers, Reid played with the hem of his cardigan, an she sat beside him, resting against the cold stone wall behind them, her eyes narrowing at his furious expression.Â
The three of them remained silent, waiting for him to explain more, though clearly it was not the answer he was looking for as he threw his jacket open, revealing a loaded pistol tucked into his jeans. Drawing it into his dominant hand, her body tensed up, her back straightening like a rod as she looked up at him through fear.Â
âWhich one of you is the FBI agent?â He repeated in that same calm tone, and her heart fell through her stomach.Â
She opened her mouth to say something in retaliation, though the way she saw his hand shaking with fury, she knew it was better to stay quiet in case her voice would be the final straw that made him trigger happy.Â
âWhy do you think one of us is an FBI agent?â Spencer replied softly, and if he was panicking even a fraction amount she was he held it back, though his eyes flicked to Emily.Â
But it was a tell. The smallest movement alone was a tell he was lying, or perhaps it was the fact heâd answered a question with one of his own, distracting from the attention on them with the unsubs own answers. Maybe his quiet and calm showed how trained he was for a situation like this, showed he had gone up against bad guys before and won.Â
Whatever it was about him, it had Cyrus cocking the barrel of the gun straight at Spencerâs temple.Â
âGod forgive me for what I must do,â The preacher murmured, his finger moments away from the trigger, when she lurched forward in her seat, hand shooting out to grab his wrist deathly tight.Â
âItâs me,âÂ
She hadnât realised sheâd said it until the room went quiet. She thought for a moment it had come from Emily, Emily had always been the braver of the two of them, but it wasnât until Cyrusâ unforgiving, dark gaze fell to her where she froze in her spot, that she understood her mouth had been the one moving.Â
Emily looked as if she was about to vomit, Spencer looked dumbfounded, but all she could do was stare back at Cyrus as if to will herself not to back down, knowing all three of them could fall victim if she gave them reason to doubt her; he could kill all three of them just to be sure the mystery agent was dealt with.
âItâs me,â She repeated, voice stronger this time, and she felt her chest relax just the tiniest amount as he turned the gun away from Spencerâs head.Â
He stared back at her for a moment, before the weapon smacked across her face in a sharp whip, her cheekbone crying out in a sting she knew was going to bruise.Â
He grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck, yanking her into a stand hard enough she yelped, despite not wanting to give him the satisfaction of the torture.Â
âWatch the other two,â Cyrus barked, dragging her out of the room as she squirmed under his hand, feeling it only tighten into an unforgiving pull.Â
She barely caught Emily bolting out of her seat to yell at the other men, all but fighting in their heavy grasp to follow wherever it was he was taking her, only for the door to be slammed shut behind them.Â
It was only then she realised how fucked she truly was.Â
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She struggled to breath through the blood clotting in her nose. She didnât think it was broken, not that she could check where her hands had been tied to the bedpost, tape over her mouth to stop her calling for help, her feet bound. Sheâd done nothing but give him hell as heâd been laying into her, keeping her cries and groans of pain silent as heâd kicked her in the ribs hard enough to know heâd damaged something at least.Â
Sheâd not made it easy for him to tie her down, worried about what they were planning next, sheâd managed to headbutt him in the mouth, and the way he clutched at his jaw when heâd left gave her a sick satisfaction, though her temple now hurt more than sheâd like to admit. But theyâd only covered her mouth after sheâd screamed obscenities at them for an hour or so, hoping to attract attention, hoping if the BAU were on their way, Emily and Reid would be able to find her fast before they could dispose of her.Â
Bugsy didnât want to go like this. Tied up like cattle, gagged and beaten, the spirit kicked out of her as the dehydration gnawed at her limbs, making her too weak to even try wriggling out of the binds.Â
She felt herself dropping off to sleep, or maybe it was a concussion, heâd slammed her face into that mirror quite viciously, she wouldnât be surprised if it had rattled her head around. Fighting with her eyelids to stay open, she jumped in her battered skin as the door unlatched, and she thrashed on the rickety bed to get away from the impending second beating.Â
But it wasnât Cyrus. A fawn haired woman entered, her eyes falling on the girl on the bed, where blood trickled down her cheek, pouring from her nose like a thick liquor. Frowning, she was on high alert as the woman approached, a small, damp cloth in her hand.Â
âRelax, Iâm not going to hurt you honey,â She hushed, approaching the young girl. Bugsy didnât believe her for one second, her head pulling away from her as far as it could, her eyes wild and distrustful as the woman kneeled down beside the bed. âIâm Kathy,â
Bugsy debated jabbing an elbow in her face then and there, telling her in few words to stay as far away from her as possible, that the moment she was free she didnât care who she hurt; she was getting out of here even if she had to crawl.Â
âThat womanâs your sister right?â The blonde said, and the words stopped her heart for a moment, giving the woman the chance to run the cloth over the dribble of blood, âEmily,â
âWhere is she?â She tried to ask, but the gag made it little more than a muffled cry, the womanâs eyes turning down in sadness. Pity. Bugsy hated every second of it.
âSheâs okay, sheâs worried about you though,â Kathy said, wiping under her nose, making her wince at the feeling, âPut up a hell of a fight after they took you away,âÂ
She must have rolled her eyes, or perhaps it was just telling on her face that that didnât surprise her as the older woman wiped over the superficial cut on her forehead she hadnât realised was deep until the cloth went over it and she yawped like a dog having itâs tail pulled.Â
âSorry, Iâm sorry,â Kathy cooed, and she seemed genuinely guilty as she did. She tutted, shaking her head, fighting the urge to smooth the girls hair down the way she did when her own daughter was upset, âEmily said theyâll be coming for us at 3am, Cyrus has a mass suicide planned but they think they can stop him, you just have to hold on a little longer honey,âÂ
âI want to see her,â Bugsy tried to talk again despite her mouth being covered, only for it to come out unintelligible once more. Huffing, she resigned herself to glaring at the ceiling, biting back frustrated tears. Kathy seemed to want to say something else, but thought better of it as the twenty something year old turned away from her to stare out the window, as if she were being dismissed.Â
Sighing, she rose from the bed and headed for the door, praying the FBI would get them out in time, before Cyrus put his plan into action.Â
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Bugsy didnât start panicking until it hit 2:50. Sheâd managed to kick the small analogue clock on the beside into working, the red numbers seeming to take a millenia to change over.Â
Yet it wasnât until 3am neared, and the hallways remained silent, did she start to wonder if Kathy had been telling the truth at all. What if they had found out Emily and Reid were FBI and not her? What if theyâd already been caught?
She really had wanted to see Emily, wanted to scream at the woman, who had meant well, to bring her sister to her or she would make every damn bible basher in this compound regret the day they were born. She felt helpless. She despised feeling helpless.Â
It was only when she heard shots rattling from outside did the cold fear set in. 2:52. Any minute now.Â
It was then an even worse thought struck her. What if they didnât bother to come for her? Reid and Emily were safe downstairs, at least that was how Kathy had made it seem. If they got the women and children, the agents out first, she wondered if they would leave her for last since she wasnât their top priority.Â
2:53 stared back at her.Â
At least Emily would make it. She was more important, had more going for her. She was supposed to be an only child anyway, mom had said it herself. Bugsy was the product of a failing marriage and a shared bottle of 1896 Bourbon that had been a wedding gift theyâd never opened.Â
2:54.
She could have sworn she tore something the way her head snapped to the door as it swung open on its hinges, as if two large men had thrown their weight into it. But it wasnât two men at all, just one frantic Derek Morgan with an FBI grade assault rifle.Â
The relief in his eyes was immediate, and he pulled a pocket knife from his boot, rushing over to where she lay, almost in shock, wondering if he was real at all, her heart pounding as she heard shouting in the corridor.Â
âIâm gonna get you out, kid,â The man promised, slinging his gun over his shoulder as he sliced through the rope on her ankles, her eyes trained on the 2:55 that watched them as if to laugh at them.Â
She whimpered, cursing behind her gag when she heard footsteps pounding through the hallway, and she was sure they were going to get caught. She thought then it would have been better if theyâd forgotten about her, that at least Derek would have been safe, and he could have made sure the children got out safely, could have gotten Spencer and Emily medical.Â
Derek whirled on the doorway the same as she did as a tall figure all but skidded around the corner, his legs weak as hers felt, too long and not at all built for running. Clumsy almost.Â
Spencer. She should have known from the way he looked white as a sheet the moment he saw her it was him, but maybe she really did have concussion, as it seemed within moments he was fussing over her face, tearing a little too sharply at the tape over her mouth.Â
She thinks she groaned, or maybe cursed him out, as he started apologising immediately, his eyes a puppy kind of sad as she stared up at him, Derek handing him the knife to cut her arms free.Â
He was talking, but she couldnât make a lot of it out, just that he was really sorry, it was 2:56 now. It was like her brain switched itself back on when she realised she was free, and the two of them were trying to haul her to her feet.Â
âCome on, princess, we gotta get out of here,â Derek said, as Spencer looped an arm around her waist, helping her limp across the room where her weak limbs did little to hold her upright, her ribs throbbing with every step, âWe managed to stop Cyrus from detonating it manually, but the circuits are all still live,â
Morgan took the lead with the rifle, knowing some of Cyrusâ men had stayed to look for them, that they would go down with the building even though heâd already shot their leader the moment theyâd breached the front door, because that was how loyal they were. Theyâd proven so already with the wine.Â
She kept her groans behind tight lips as they made it down the stairs, knowing Spencer didnât mean to hold her bruised bones so tight, that he was just worried and her legs were doing the bare minimum to keep them both moving very fast. It wasnât until they made it within a few feet of the door that they seemed to pick up the pace.
And she saw why.Â
Jesse, Cyrusâ child bride that had been the reason theyâd come here in the first place was holding the detonator, her face tear streaked at the sight of her husband and prophet dead on the floor, the people responsible all but dragging a lame girl through the foyer and to the doors as if they hadnât killed a handful of her flock tonight.Â
Bugsy saw the moment Jesse decided she wanted vengeance on them, but then, she guessed Spencer had already acted as he slung one of her arms over his shoulder, yanking her out the front door in a matter of seconds as Morgan pulled up the rear, and the two men shoved her down behind the small wall outside the church steps.Â
Bugsy expected the bang to be louder as the rubble flew over their heads, the floor shaking with the impact of the bomb detonating, and it was then she realised one of Derekâs large warm hands held her head into his shoulder, protecting her already rattled skull as best as he could. Spencer had done the same, throwing half his body over her back as he covered his ears, the two men tucking into the wall tightly and waiting for the dust to settle.Â
Spencer started coughing first, though his position over her never faltered, and she heard his chest wheezing, and knew they needed to move away from the thick smog that blew into their faces. Morgan released her ear, tipping her head back to check her over once more.Â
âKid! You okay?â He fretted, noticing the way her nose had started bleeding again from all the movement; the way the bruise had already started blotching her cheek from where Cyrus pistol whipped her.Â
âI didnât think youâd come for me,â Was all she could say, and Derek thought it was the saddest heâd ever heard her.Â
Reid was pulling her to her feet then, where he was still hovering over her, despite the fact the blast had already cleared, still sputtering and hocking up a lung, but it didnât stop her from throwing herself at his middle, burying her face in his dusty sweater, not caring one bit if he jostled her aching ribs.Â
He was trying to be gentle with her as he squeezed her back, but she knew by the way he pressed his face into her hair he needed it just as badly.Â
âYou saved my life,â He said, his long arms wrapping around her waist, hauling her whole body against his.Â
She laughed through a cough, their cheeks brushing past one another as she pulled him in tighter, thankful, relieved.Â
âYou saved mine,âÂ
And then she heard Emily. Emily, who sounded frantic and heartbroken as she called for her, her voice breaking as if she was crying, or atleast on the verge of, and as comforting as Spencerâs long arms around her cracked ribs were, she needed to see her sister was okay.Â
Ripping herself from his embrace immediately, she tore off after the sound, and there she was. Her older sister, who had always seemed immovable, like she wouldnât so much as budge for a bucking horse, like water couldnât drown her, or however many unsubs sheâd faced could stop her from catching them. Her older sister, who looked like sheâd taken a few punches of her own, judging by the blood on her blue blouse, that looked around the crowd of fleeing people with watery eyes and a shaking bottom lip.
âEMILY,â She yelled, her voice a bleat, a lamb calling for its mother, as she sprinted down the steps, whatever strength she had left carrying her to where Emily was rushing towards her, taking the stairs in threes, âEM-â
She crashed into her sisterâs chest, and it was only then she started crying.Â
âI swear Iâll never give you trouble again, Iâll never talk back, Iâll never be a bitch ever again-â It was all a slew of mumbles against her sisters shirt, that was beginning to wet through at the rate the tears were coming, âI thought he was going to shoot you-â
âI was so scared, Bug, oh my god,â Emily murmured into her hair, squeezing the life out of her baby sister that sniffled and sobbed, âYou donât ever, ever do that to me again,â
Bugsy shook her head, clawing at Emilyâs back as she pulled her closer, feeling Emily stroking her hair softly to calm her even in the slightest. They stayed like that until she managed to wrangle her sobs into little sniffs, the fire burning her eyes where it burned the rest of the church to ashes.Â
She stayed with Emily for a month after that.Â
+4. The one where you leave the altar.Â
She knew she was turning heads, walking down the street of a drizzly day in Virginia, hair wet and sticking to her face, makeup running down her cheeks, and the sodden, dove white wedding dress clasped in her hands as she paced towards the government building.Â
Whether the guards recognised her as the Ambassadorâs daughter, or whether they really didnât want to get into it with a bride looking like that on her day, she didnât know, but they opened the door for her nonetheless, exchanging raised brows as a trail of wet followed her gown over the marble floors.Â
Heading up the desk, she flashed her driver's licence, which was enough to gain her a visitors pass she didnât bother putting to use as she headed for the elevator, her ballet pumps squeaking under the body of the dress. Waiting for the doors to start closing when she finally let a few tears slip, burying her face into her cold, drenched palms, undoubtedly making the mess of mascara even worse.Â
Her heart gave a leap when she heard someone stop the doors, hoping she could get to her sister with little delay, and she quickly wiped her face with whatever was left of her pretty, dobby cloth shawl she had yanked on before sheâd ran.Â
Whatever excuse she was about to give, whatever one liner she was about to drop to clear the awkwardness this agent was about to walk in on was sucked out of her when she saw Spencer staring at her, his briefcase in his hands heâd used to hold the doors, a wide eyed look plastered on his face as soon as he saw her state.Â
âBugsy,â It was somewhere between surprise and sadness, jumping into the elevator before the metal could shut again, the button for the sixth floor already lit up in a ring of red, âWhat are you- I didnât even knowâŚâ
âSpencer!â As seemed to be a common occurrence between them now, she threw two very cold arms over his shoulders, tugging him for a hug he quickly reciprocated, feeling like she needed it in the moment, âIt was so awful, I just couldnât all those people staring at me, and he- I just feel so-â
âHey slow down,â He soothed, slipping his favourite cardigan off his body to put over her shoulders, ignoring the way he cringed as it quickly got sodden, âLetâs get you to Emily, Iâm sure we can fix this,â
She nodded, though he could tell she was still shaken up, the elevator dinging to a stop on the fifth floor where an agent looked ready to step in, his face dropping when he saw the sight.Â
âSorry, weâre full,â Spencer said, with little room for discussion, pressing the button to close the doors once more, and taking her by the elbow as she began shivering, âWeâre gonna be just fine, you look beautiful,â
She laughed sadly with a roll of her eyes, the tears sticking to her cheeks. She knew she looked no better than a drowned rat, windswept and disgruntled, her dress full of muck from the street.Â
âThankyou, Spencer,â She mumbled, the door sliding open to the sixth floor, where Penelope and her everlasting smile greeted her favourite boy genius.Â
She almost dropped her glitter pen when she saw the woman stood next to him looking like Dorothy dragged through the twister.Â
âOh you poor little lamb, what has happened to you honey!â She all but cried, the cute little pom poms in her hair bouncing as she brought Bugsy closer, taking her hands tightly. âYour hands are ice! Youâll catch cold with that wet hair, and your gorgeous dress-âÂ
âGarcia,â Spencer cut her off, though the woman didnât seem to mind being manhandled into the kind grip, he guessed her state had her letting her guard down, âThis is Bugsy, Emilyâs little sister.â
Penelope gasped, her ponytails swishing around some more, the gems on her glasses as bright as the light in her eyes as she yanked the younger girl in for a tight hug.Â
âIt is so nice to meet you! Emily talks about you all the time,â She said, pulling away and fumbling through her pockets for her fresh pink handkerchief she always carried around, mopping up the girl's eyeliner.Â
âShe-she does?â Bugsy asked, sniffling, her body trembling as the AC beat down through the water ladened on her body.Â
âOf course she does, come on, letâs go get you coffee, I have a new machine in my office that makes the best espresso-â Garcia grabbed her hand as if they were kids in the playground, as if sheâd known the girl years, which she sort of had. She had, of course, stalked every single one of Emilyâs known relatives, even a distant cousin that never left Europe, and that had thrown up the quiet corner of the internet that Bugsy took up.
âI needed to talk to my sister, if thatâs okay,â Bugsy braved enough to say, the swishing of her dress on the carpet making her wince, practically hearing the gallon of rain that soaked the expensive fabric.Â
âOfcourse! How silly of me, Iâll bring it out right to you, little bug. You just go with Spencer,â Handing him the handkerchief, she set off towards her âbat caveâ in search of a hot beverage for the shivering woman, âSpencer, clean her makeup!âÂ
He did as he was told, dabbing the water off her face as he led her to the BAU, where Emily and Morgan sat on their desks, chatting as they finished off lunch, Emily flicking through photos on her phone of baby Henry that JJ had sent over to her that morning from maternity leave.Â
âHeâs just the sweetest little boy, heâs got the biggest blue eyes just like Jayj,â She said through a smile, âYou know Will even said-â
âHoly shit-â Morgan cut her off, and she glanced at him, wondering about his use of a curse. Following his eyes over her shoulder, she swivelled in her position to see where Spencer led a very wet, shaken version of her little sister through the doors of the BAU, a snowy ball gown hanging off her, a veil clinging to her hair that had seen much better days.Â
âHoly shit,â She agreed, immediately darting for the girl that tugged Spencerâs cardigan tighter to her body, âBugsy,âÂ
âEmily, Iâm so sorry, I shouldnât take up too much time- I just couldnât do it- and I know momâs always saying âBring home a doctor, bring home a rich man,â but I just couldnât no matter how rich his daddy is, he wasnât even too bad-â It all came out in a slur, not making too much sense, and she didnât stop until Emily held up her hands, as if easing a wild dog.Â
âWoah, take it easy, kiddo,â Morgan hushed, as Emily brought a hand over her sisterâs cheek, wiping away the last of the mascara, âWhat happened?â
Bugsy took a deep breath, looking between Emily and Derek, feeling the rain drip down her back.Â
âSo a few weeks ago, Mom made me go to that stupid debutante ball,â She started, rolling her eyes already as Emily winced, knowing Elizabeth loved any excuse to dress her youngest up like a Barbie doll.Â
âI hated those things,â She confessed, shaking her head, âI thought youâd agreed you didnât have to go to them anymore,â
âThat was while I was in college, she said at least I could focus on my studies,â The girl explained, as Garcia tottered back through the office, a steaming cup of coffee in her beloved Bratz mug. Taking it from the chirpy woman, she took a deep gulp, not caring if it burned her mouth as she wished for the damn chill to go away, âThankyou- But she made me go to this one on the condition she would pay off some of my college loans, and I was dumb enough to fall for her bribe,âÂ
She huffed, taking another sip, her stomach warming with the hot liquid settling through her throat.Â
âYou know how she is at these things, she knows everyone, and everyone knows her. I had four guys asking for my dance card within minutes of arriving there, it was like trying to walk through a dog pound wearing a meat suit, all the hand holding, trying to touch my waist- one guy even called me Madam Prentiss,â She grimaced, shuddering at the thought of it, âMadam? No one even calls mom that-â
âFocus,â Emily reminded gently, and she seemed to nod to herself, setting back on track.
âRight. And then he was there. Byron Hastings.â Bugsy said, wrapping her hands around the mug some more.Â
âOh, isnât he that super yummy bachelor that just inherited his fathers business?â Garcia jumped in, not noticing how it made her wince, âI hear his dad totally owns a bunch of shares in Facebook and as like just signed a deal with a new company that will change the future of computing-âÂ
âNot now, baby girl,â Morgan said calmly, patting Penelope on her shoulder when she saw the brideâs crestfallen face.
âRight, sorry. Your turn, little bug,â She said, shaking her head and fiddling with her dozen rings.Â
âYeah, thatâs him.â She replied, running a slightly warmed finger over her eyelash where rain even collected there, âAnd you know, I wasnât complaining, he was certainly easy on the eyes, and he smelled nice, like he just smelled rich, but man alive he was so boring,â She sighed, âI like computers as much as the next girl, no offence, but he didnât once ask me what I was into or, and when I tried to bring up my degree he just patted me on the head and said âThatâs niceâ like I was some child that had brought him a pretty colouring or something,â
âOuch,â Emily grimaced, rubbing her arms over the cardigan to warm her up a little more, âAnd then?âÂ
âAnd eventually, his dad and my mom cut a deal that weâd make a good pair. He said we could be married within the season, and suddenly everyone seemed up for it, and it was like no matter how hard I tried to dig my heels in, no one would listen, and mom just seemed so pleased with me-â She spluttered, sipping her drink to catch her breath, âI just let it happen and just thought, you know, maybe we could learn to like each other, or we could just be like mom and dad and separate in everything but paper,âÂ
âItâs your life, who is she to tell you how youâre gonna live it,â Emily was outraged, the tip of her nose pink, her dark eyes stormy as her hands fell to her hips, huffing as if it had been her backed into a corner, âI canât believe she would do this to you,âÂ
âI was fine with it, really. It's not like its the fifteenth century when Iâd be forced to consummate- anyway,â Bugsy rubbed her face, âI just got there, and mom put on my veil and told me Iâd make a lovely Mrs Hastings, and just the sound of it- I couldnât-â
âWhat on earth is going on?â A new voice cut through the BAU, and the group disbanded like kids caught trading answers to the homework. Rossi and Hotch stood by the unit chiefâs office, brows furrowed at the wet bride and his team that tended to her as if she were a princess.Â
âShould we be expecting four wet bridesmaids too?â Rossi asked, the two of them making the steps down to the floor, approaching the guilty faced woman, noting Spencerâs cardigan wrapped over her shoulders.Â
âNope, just me,â Her joke fell flat as she met the stony face of Aaron Hotchner, who looked thoroughly unimpressed, âNice to see you again, Mr Hotchner, sir,âÂ
His gaze slid to Emily, mouth opening to share whatever scathing remark bounced around his mouth, but the younger girl beat him to it, everyoneâs eyebrows raising when she all but cut him off.Â
âThis wasnât on Emily, sir, I just showed up out of the blue, I can go- Iâll go- I just need to figure out where Iâm staying since I left my purse at the church- donât you worry Iâll be out of your hair, Aaro- sir,â Bugsy stammered, plonking the mug onto Emilyâs desk, backing away to the doors of the office, clutching her visitor pass tight in her fist.Â
Maybe it was because she looked so hopeless, or maybe it was the way his team shot him the same look of horror he would be so regimental, or maybe even it was the fact part of her reminded him of Sean, only his brother wouldnât have had the courtesy to apologise for his mess.Â
Sighing, he gestured her to come back, âWait,â He said her name, her government name because the other one didnât fit right in his mouth, âReid, get her some clothes out your go bag. Emily, tell your mother sheâs safe and will be staying in Quantico until you can figure something out,âÂ
Heaving a sigh of relief, she launched her still sodden form at the chief, wrapping him in a stiff hug, bolder than anyone else on the team had ever dared to be.Â
âI swear to god, Mr Hotchner, the next letter you're getting will be the best one yet,â She mumbled into his hard chest, and he fought off the way the corners of his lips twitched upwards. Patting her on the back gently, he ignored the way his dress shirt wet through.Â
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let me know what you think! mAYBE A FEW MORE PARTS COMING UP ??
Edit: This is a part one of 3 or 4 I have planned, thankyou so much for all the love on this I did not expect the reaction đĽşđĽş
SECOND EDIT: part two and three are out now!! Have a look at the top where it says ânext chpt and itâs there bbys!!
THIRD EDIT: we are now balls deep into this universe here's th link for the masterlist
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Day 13 Scars
the amount of effort I had to put into these and they still donât look how I want is frustrating but alas time is not on my side
ramblings under the cut
Mikey: Gave Mikey Lichen Burns from that one time he got disintegrated and then reanimated via electricity. He died n got better and honestly it is one of the most violent injuries that I recall for him. Like he plays it off so easily cuz he has super powers and all that jazz but thatâs so messed up. Also Raph yelling for him OOOFFFFF will never forget how filled w rage and hurt that dude was. He was ready to kill â¤ď¸ Such a wild episode and I love how Mikey was so depended on in order for the plan to succeed. It was Mikeyâs turn for the Self sacrificing bit and he crushed it
Leo: Get Shreddered idiot!!! The fucked up knee and throat from when he got beat up and thrown thru the window. This is def my fav event to happen which is a wild thing to say. Itâs the most obvious thing to go for but I personally loved the farmhouse arc and Leoâs need for recovery. That dude is still not well and is repressing stuff but they donât have time to heal. Their lives are too chaotic, too much is on the line, and Leo canât afford to take the time to heal 100% none of them can tbh. I know a lot of ppl hate how 12 handled his knee injury but I loved it Bc itâs obviously not better but heâs a stubborn idiot who chooses to push everything down and out. He is the healthiest turtle for sure. Iâm pretty sure in later episodes his knee gives out a few times donât quote me tho itâs been a few years aha
Raph: His broken shell! After watching Lone Rat and Cubs and seeing where it came from, I always wondered if Splinter looks at it with loads of regret. A physical sign of his short comings that one time they almost got caught by the Kraang. A warning and a constant reminder theyâll never be safe, that splinter wont always be able to protect his babies no matter how hard he fights. I also like to HC he becomes the most hovering and overprotective of Raph while heâs still recovering Bc that shell broke so easy. Honestly seeing screen shots of close ups of Raphs shell is awesome to see both shell and plastron are broken.
Donnie: UGHHH THIS DUDEEEE !!!!! Literally had the hardest time Bc he goes thru a lot also but itâs more emotional and mental dude is fuked up in the head fr. I asked several ppl for help Bc I didnât want to do another lichen burn thing from Karaiâs trap. In the end I played around w the suggestions to see what would look most appealing to me. The scars on arm are from Slash (such a good episode thank you for the suggestion đ) as his arm was injured and in a sling at the end of the episode. The head scar def a big creative liberty Bc he does get injured there a lot ahah. I was thinking of Fourtrap again which lead to thinking about the time that Leo blew him up accidentally during is emo phase XD
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt 2012#tmnt donatello#tmnt leonardo#tmnt raphael#tmnt michelangelo#tmntember#tmntember2024#12yearsoftmnt2012#tmnt2012artchallenge#Awzominator art#If u read the ramblings godspeed#Idk if they make sense I donât do words sorry
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AU where instead of Shen Yuan being obsessed with Luo Binghe, he's instead obsessed with the scum villain himself. I mean we all know Bingge is Very Not Good Person⢠but you know who else a Very Not Good Person� Say it with me: Shen Jiu
Like just imagine a timeline where Shen Yuan is writing paragraph after paragraph about how Shen Qingqiu might actually be a good person but Airplane is wasting his potential. The other commenters are saying he's delusional because he abused the protagonist and as all these TERRIBLE allegations towards him. So he's a clear cut villain.
But Shen Yuan is defending his fav with the vigor of a devout worshipper. He's constantly siting parts that are obvious plot holes and how they could give much needed context to Shen Qingqiu's character.
Other people are demanding for worst things to happen to Shen Qingqiu to spite him. Airplane caves. Shen Yuan actively commissions art and fics where Shen Qingqiu is happy. People tell him "Shen Qingqiu won't fuck you bro"
Shen Yuan isn't interested in that. He's a freaky little man with freaky little likes. He'd gladly take Shen Qingqiu's cold glares and even volunteer to have tea poured on him.
When he finishes PIDW, he's been outraged that Shen Qingqiu was killed off a while back. He's even more outraged that Shen Qingqiu wasn't given any mention at the end.
Now, imagine with me that he gets transmigrated into some NPC, literally Unimportant Character No°5. Probably as the head disciple for drama reasons. And as soon as Shen Jiu is brought in, scruffy and hissing as he is. He immediately hugging his thighs and saying he'll be peak lord for sure.
Please follow me into this suspicious alleyway as I continue to explain my vision fueled by sleep deprivation.
So now imagine your Shen Jiu. You're a former street rat and demonic cultivator, you aren't expecting to be liked or respected. You're expecting it, you've come to terms with it a long time ago. What you weren't expecting was for this random ass guy you have to call da-shixiong is immediately insane about you.
He met you first day, literally saw you bite a guy, and immediately started spouting out how you'll be the next peak lord and the absolute envy of Cang Qiong Mountain. You conclude he's missing a few screws because he said it in the most disgustingly sincere way.
You try to continue on with your life, trying to beat him and he looks almost... Excited about you beating him. So he's an M, you think to yourself. But then you see someone trying to beat him or you on something, and this guy immediately gets aggressive. Okay so he's just weird with you.
You continue to deal with him. He's weird but also weirdly respectful. He leaves if you tell him to leave. He defends you like it's his very birth right. He's always there to tend to you as if you were a god. He doesn't touch you and only sits around like a dog waiting for a command.
You eventually get strong enough to beat him, and this absolute buffoon is over the moon about it, already spouting about your supposed success again.
When you actually become peak lord, it isn't surprising. Your hype man has been saying it since day one, he was expecting it for some reason. He continues to spout out nonsense about how he just knew you were going to do it.
So what now? You obviously desire him carnally. What is the next step?
Okay so I know this wouldn't fix them. Almost without question this would make they both worse. But, hear me out, it would be funny. (Especially since just know Shen Yuan's entire inner monologue would be him saying he's just being a good friend as if he isn't being the gayest man in the sect and Shang Qinghua is there. That's an accomplishment to outgay the author)
#ignore me im insane#i can only articulate my ideas through silly haha jokes#but like y'all get it right?#svsss#jiuyuan#scumcum#shen qingqiu#shen jiu#shen yuan#shitpost#idk i'm just rambling#personally I always saw SY on the asexuality spectrum but still that man is PRETTY gay about men#especially pretty men#good for him
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iâm so totally normal about the fact that aziraphaleâs last (known) deliberate foray into the queer community was when he learned the gavotte at the fictionalized hundred guineas club (!!!) in the 1800s and now in the 2020s heâs like âgrindr? whatâs that?â
many are talking about his repression which is very valid⌠and yet the thing to me that stands out about aziraphale is that heâs actually⌠incredibly stable in his identity and that identity IS incredibly queer. queer by the standards of heaven AND by human standards as well
metatron describes his âde facto partnershipâ with crowley as âirregular.â and in fact aziraphale in his entirety is irregular. he likes and makes it his business not only to understand but to be a connoisseur of all manner of things angels arenât supposed to even remotely care about. food. music. books. theatre. sleight of hand. and more.
itâs the sort of behavior that wouldâve gotten him othered, treated as a bit odd, in heaven even if he hadnât chosen to consort all across the earth with a literal demon. and it IS treated that way - the fact is aziraphale even as an angel has got proclivities that set him apart from the rest of the host (even after offering him the highest position in heaven, metatron still acts deeply dismissive of him⌠like aziraphaleâs bookshop is merely a quaint little hobby of his that can be easily transferred to another custodian, and not a literal extension of who aziraphale has become, full of his tartan and unique bibles and special vintages of wine and the books arranged in a very specific way)
so. aziraphale is a queer angel but of course heâs also queer to other humans. but in such a way that⌠he had his realization a LONG time ago, and put the matter very much to rest after that. aziraphale is perpetually something like several centuries behind schedule. he owns an ancient computer that probably continues to run windows 98 simply because aziraphaleâs decided it should. he wears the same waistcoat and coat for generations because he simply likes them precisely the way they are and sees no reason to change them. but the idea that he doesnât know how he comes across to others - of course he does. he knows he looks like your prim and proper grandfather and he prefers it that way
aziraphale looked around at humans in the 1880s and said: ah yes. this is where i fit. and promptly ensconced himself in that queer subculture. learned the gavotte. read his austen. loved crowley from afar. aziraphale is fiercely and vibrantly queer. just with the sort of assurance of someone who lives with his lover in a commonlaw marriage for decades and then shows up at city hall for the certificate once society decides itâs âallowed.â like⌠he hasnât had any need to know what grindr is because aziraphaleâs âsceneâ was a century and a half ago and it defined romance for him too.
but my favorite thing about aziraphale is how much of him is about appearances versus the truth. he can lie straight to angelsâ faces and sleep at night. he knows he comes off soft but he once wielded a flaming sword. he dissembles helplessness but heâs far from it and he knows precisely how it makes others treat him. and at the core of aziraphale is rigidity, inflexibility of ideas⌠his sense of self is stable where crowleyâs is malleable, and so on, and so on
and the fact that heâs continuously fixated on trying to misguidedly do the right thing, the fact that he seeks heavenly approval and wants to fit the world into his schema of good vs evil⌠in no way do i think that means he isnât one hundred percent aware of how he feels about crowley or what it means about him by angelic or human standards. iâve seen some folks saying that aziraphale doesnât want to like kissing crowley and like⌠as much as i love me some brideshead revisited/atonement flavored angst; i put forth that itâs not internalized homophobia or queer panic but simply: âiâm trying to do the right thing for both of us and you wonât let me.â and âi wanted our first kiss to be different.â he was envisioning an entirely different flavor of romance than what he got but he emma woodhoused too close to the sun
like, yâall. aziraphale in all likelihood has a glorious collection of historical queer erotica. he just has a feathery diva coat hanging in his closet, and for what. âoh, good lordâ he says at crowleyâs revolutionary outfit in the bastille, while eyeing him up like an entire meal. heâs so good at affected propriety, at carefully constructed stuffiness, but between the two of them aziraphaleâs got to be the one who has experience
aziraphale had been physically throwing himself at crowley the entire season. he orchestrated an entire regency ball so they could touch hand to hand. he spends the entire season (well, and season 1) looking at crowley like heâs particularly coveted. he looked at crowley before the fall like he was glorious and beautiful. aziraphaleâs queer and he knows it and i think that isnât his problem, itâs the fact that he wants to build a different sort of future for the two of them but crowleyâs gone and thrown a wrench in it by reminding him of everything he can finally have. like. thatâs the heartbreak. itâs how dare you make this ugly? i forgive you for our first kiss being all pain and salt. itâs my dearest, i wanted to make heaven as beautiful as you deserve. as sacred and safe for us as our bookshop. and i can do that for us, because once i held a flaming sword and i still remember how the hilt felt in my hands. and now the taste of you is in my mouth.
#coughs this is also why aziraphaleâs a dom. but thatâs a separate post#good omens#good omens 2#ineffable husbands#good omens 2 spoilers#this continues to be an aziraphale stan account#âaziraphale is traumatizedâ and âaziraphale celebrates the part of himself that loves crowleyâ are two ideas that can coexist#feeling a bit like this take might get me flamed whoops but. iâm deep in my az feelings tonight so i guess iâve decided to share anyway
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Actually? You know what would be darkly hilarious?
If, when the GIW can't get ghosts declared both malicious AND non-sapient/sentient? They push for "dumb animals" instead.
Which is accepted. Ghosts are animals. Checks out, says scientists everywhere.
HOW "dumb"?
What? Says the GIW, mid-victory high fives. They did not expect a follow up question. They SHOULD have, as this is the SCIENTIFIC community and that is literally their job, but here we are.
How. "Dumb"? The scientists repeate slower. What methodology did you use? What is your sample size? Are their different sub-species? Is this dimension like ours? Is Ghost the equivalent to Mammal? It says here their are humanoid ones.
What IQ are we talking about here and HOW DID YOU TEST??
A goldfish, parrot, and dolphin are all animals. WILDLY different levels of intelligence. You can't treat them the same. Technically speaking, WE are animals.
The GIW does not like where this conversation is going. Tries to shut it down.
.......well NOW the scientists are both offended AND invested. How DARE you try to push faulty science and hide the Truth from them! They're gonna do their OWN studies! *picks up the phone and dials that one embarrassing spiritualist friend they had in college* Hey! You still think you can summon ghosts? I'll pay you to try it for Science!
And like? As a Ghost? It's degrading as hell. But ALSO these fuckos just Whoopsie'd you into having both protections under the law, since animal abuse IS illegal, AND just put the ENTIRE planets scientific community on their asses.... by accident.
So you take a deeeeeeep breath you don't even need. Remember you're doing this for the little ghost babies and fluffy ghost animals. And show up at a research facility like "yes, hello, I am Ghost. Here for you to poke and prod at. Please ask me to name the object on the flash card or whatever IQ tests do these days."
Should you HAVE to prove your own fucking sentience? No. But? You do it. You're even polite about it. Ask for a copy of the study they plan to publish so you can BEAT some mother fuckers with it. The scientists nod in understanding and use the BIG font for your copy so it'll hurt more.
They've been there.
And just? Shitty people getting what they wanted only to have it blow up in their faces?? I see all these angst "but what if they were declared ANIMALS" prompts and I just?? Are we talking PARROT or goldfish!? One has the average intelligence of about a human 4yr old and the other is a FISH! People get RIGHTFULLY furious when you treat INTELLIGENT animals badly.
And would, in fact, adapt pretty easy to discovering one of said animal has become HUMAN lvl intelligent. It's easy to grasp the idea of human intelligence lvl dolphin or monkeys. Maybe there was some mutated strain, maybe in uetro tampering. Who knows. But if I tried to sell you a human intelligent housefly? Gold fish? Lizard?
You wouldn't believe me. There is some kind of trick at play.
So if GHOSTS are seen as animals? Everyone nods and then later? Someone comes in TV and very excitedly informs you "we found INTELLIGENT LIFE amongst the ghosts!" You'd believe it. Probably be really excited by your conversation starter for the day. Get a taco and move on with your life.
But? Having to willing sit for a barrage of testing? Is going to suuuuuuck so bad. Poor Danny. SATs all over again. For HOURS. At multiple facilities, just to be CERTAIN it's not a one off. All because he not certain he can insure good behavior from other ghosts and This Is IMPORTANT. He ALSO can't be certain it's even SAFE.
Might be a trap.
But if he has to do it again and again and again? Mexico to Bavaria to China to the Maldives? If this is what it takes for the scientific community to bitchslap the GIW into ORBIT before the UN? Hand him that pencil.
He has no where more important to be.
@hdgnj @nerdpoe @mutable-manifestation @ailithnight @the-witchhunter
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#dc x dp prompt#you wanna call me an animal?#well check mate!#SO ARE YOU#now they're asking what KIND of animal i am!#and THIS ghost is sayin SAPIEN!#i am in your scientific community#disproving your theories!#your studies were bad and you should feel bad!#danny phantom
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8x06 fix-it fic: Amnion
Buck doesn't bounce back from Tommy the way he did with all his other breakups for reasons he can't articulate or even look at. He thinks of how long it took him to recover from Abby, but even that felt different, because he'd had hope carrying him through most of it. He doesn't have that now.
The worst part is it's bringing everyone else down. It's starting to affect the job, and he can't take any more of Bobby's pity dinner invites or the kid gloves Eddie handles him with. Then one day, Chimney (in an attempt to lighten the mood) asks Buck if he's pregnant, and it awakens some primordial rage in Buck that he never knew he possessed and damn near rips off Chimney's head about it.
But once the blood levels in his adrenaline start rising and he calms down, he starts thinking about it. Before he knows it he's thinking about it day and night, and now that's starting to affect the job more than his heartbreak had been.
Then one night Maddie invites him over to watch trash TV and eat junk food until they can't feel feelings anymore, but instead of the patented Maddie Hug he's expecting, she hands him a First Response test stick the second he walks in the door.
Five minutes later, he comes out of the bathroom pale-faced and dripping tears because there are two lines in the test result window, and Maddie leads him over to the couch where they curl up and cry together. Just like the old days.
Maddie asks if he's going to tell Tommy, but there's no judgment in her voice, like she's behind him no matter what he decides, and Buck tries to make her laugh when he says, "How do you know it's his? I could've been living it up for the last month. New person almost every night. Exploring myself."
She just gives him a Look. Also patented.
Under the weight of her scrutiny, Buck thinks about Tommy's face before he left the loft that night and how ''Buck'' looked and sounded so wrong coming from him. Like the shape of it was so painful he could barely move his mouth around it.
Finally, he shakes his head. His eyes well up with more tears, which feels impossible, because the human body can't possibly produce this much liquid. He's going to drown them both. "I thought... I thought we had a future, Maddie. I really did. I guess I still get one... but only with part of him."
A couple of months pass and Buck's entire world shifts. The 118 have rallied around him in a way that almost feels like they're closing ranks to every other firehouse. Eddie becomes especially protective and devises a 5000-point care plan that makes him twitch if Buck so much as thinks about deviating from it, but he also keeps telling Buck that he needs to tell Tommy about the pregnancy.
"If only to get his family history," Eddie says reasonably, but there's something pleading in his voice every time, like there's so much more under the surface that he's trying to keep under wraps. Like there's more about this that he thinks Tommy should know.
Chimney's in the middle of explaining why he's stealing the cool uncle crown from Buck and sitting pretty on the throne when Buck asks him about it.
"Is there something about Tommy that no one's telling me?"
It trips Chimney up. Literally. He just barely catches himself from going headfirst into the kitchen counter.
Buck's heart starts pounding. "Chim, does he know?"
"No," Chimney says, firm and almost a little offended. "We promised you we wouldn't say anything. But Buck... you should tell him. You should talk to him."
Part of him wants to whip his phone out right then and there and dial Tommy's number. He could do what he did the first time: ask to meet somewhere and laugh about bad coffee and plead his case for a second chance. He could reach across the table for his hand, but this time, he'd stand up and walk over to Tommy and place it on his belly. "I don't care about firsts or lasts," he'd say. "I care about only's. And you're the only one I want."
But the other part of him, still licking its wounds, hormones in flux and forcing organs to shift and bend as it makes room for the thing he and Tommy made together, bares its teeth and snaps, "He made it very clear that he had no interest in hearing what I had to say."
Chimney never brings it up again.
Meanwhile, Hen goes a little overboard with forcing him to undergo random physicalsâshe pops out of the shadows twice a day to ambush him with the blood pressure machine, and he keeps threatening to avoid rooms that have doorsâbut he loves it. His body is a complete stranger to him for the first time in a long time, but the changes he's experiencing are interesting and he's having a blast cataloging every new one. He and Hen have a spreadsheet with like fifty tabs, and she helps him navigate every test his actual OBGYN sets him up for.
He's over her house at least once a week, although pregnancy talk at the dinner table is verboten.
"If one of you says the word 'amniocentesis' one more time, I will start a food fight," Karen had said, finally putting her foot down. Across the table, Denny perked up.
As much as he hesitates to even think the Q-word, it's a pretty quiet pregnancy. The cravings are kind of wild, though, and he goes most of his first trimester feeling like he's going to die if he can't eat rice krispie treats with cottage cheese. Every time Bobby sees him cracking open another container of Hood, it looks like he's seriously reconsidering sobriety.
But as incredible as they are about the pregnancy, they're all tiptoeing around the other elephant in the room: when Buck is going to stop working scenes. He and Bobby have a series of discussions that satisfies neither of them and resolves nothing, and it builds to a big blow-out that ends when Bobby tearfully begs Buck to stop risking his own life and the life of Bobby's grandkid.
After that, it's like some stone thing in him dissolves into sand and he finally eases back a bit in his fifth month. He doesn't put up a fight when Bobby orders him to only handle the winch or stick with hose duty, and if he stays a little closer to the engine because he gets winded so easily these days, no one comments on it.
In his sixth month, the inevitable happens: there's a call out at Palos Verdes and it's all hands on deck, which means the 217 is there too. At first he thinks he might make it through without running into Tommy at all, but he turns a corner andâthere he is. Smudged with mud and looking like a drowned rat because of the downpours, but in his turnouts he's big and capable and, for a second, he's walking into First Presbyterian and apologizing for missing the ceremony.
But the memory is easily wrestled back into the past the second Tommy's gaze fixes on Buck's belly.
Buck wants to stage a retreat that would make the Allies at Dunkirk stand up and applaud. He wants to throw his arms open so Tommy can get a better look at it, say something cool and mean, like, "Did you know that INNOTEX makes turnouts for carriers these days? Pretty progressive of them, if you ask me."
He wants to be weak and ask if Tommy will spare him a hug. Just one. Nothing greedy. Justâa moment to soak in his warmth, to inhale the smell of his skin. Enough to carry him through the rest of it.
But he does none of that. He inhales through his nose, lifts his chin, and says, "Firefighter Kinard."
At that, Tommy smiles, and it's completely awful. There's no joy in it. Not even amusement. He looks like he wants to be sick, and Buck feels like a monster.
But Tommy swallows and says, earnest as anything, "Congratulations. I-I knew you'd find it. I never doubted for a second that you'd find the person who'd be your last."
Even as he says it, Tommy's face does something indescribable, but it rips through Buck's chest and shatters his ribs, tearing through pericardial layers until it scores the vulnerable muscle of his heart. It's so shocking that it almost knocks the truth right out of Buck's mouth.
Someone comes over the radio and requests all available first responders with flight experience to report to the B-zone, and Tommy straightens up and locks whatever it was away.
With an unsteady hand, he tips an invisible hat to Buck and says wryly, "Firefighter Buckley," before jogging away.
And Buck stands there like an idiot watching him go. It's that night all over again. It's Buck instead of Evan.
"See you around," he whispers, and then runs back to his post in the A-zone.
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Tommy gets the call when he's halfway through a burrito foisted upon him by Dana, who had taken one look at him and said, "You look like a flood victim. Eat something before I get HR involved."
He'd taken a mutinous bite and couldn't argue with her. Months later and it still felt like he'd watched everything he loved wash away with a tide he couldn't fight. Except he'd sent the tide himself. He had no business feeling like this.
But they send him to the site of a car accident where a pregnant driver had been T-boned by some asshole who ran the red light, and the RA unit called to the scene didn't have the right equipment to assess the fetus. But the victim's belly was hard enough to warrant a med evac.
By the time Dana gets the victim loaded on the backboard and inside, Tommy's already on with both First Presbyterian and LA General to see whose neonatal surgery team is available.
The door on Tommy's side slides open and Tommy turns in his seat to ask what the hell Dana's doing over there, but it's Hen who's pulling herself inside.
His stomach clenches with dread. "Hen?"
"I'm riding with you," she shouts, taking the headset that Dana gives her.
He looks just beyond her and wishes he'd had the presence of mind to listen to the manifest when Dana had read it aloud to him, because Evan Buckley is strapped to the gurney and looks like he's on a completely different planet.
"Hen." Tommy can't hear him say her name, but he sees Evan's mouth shape the word. Evan reaches clumsily out for her with one hand while pressing the other to his belly.
Hen murmurs something to him that the comms can't pick up, and Tommy wonders if they've notified Maddie, if they've notified the father, whoever they are. If they're already at the hospital waiting for them. If Tommy will have to see them, talk to them face to face.
Tommy bites the inside of his cheek until he feels the hot wash of blood over his tongue, then forces everything down to join the burrito from earlier that really wants to make a reappearance. It isn't his right to know any of it. That went out with the tide, too.
He locks it down tight enough that he gets them into the air so easily they might be a feather on the wind, then he heads in the direction of First Presbyterian. The real start of it all.
They're maybe halfway across the city when Evan shouts, desperation and fear carrying his voice over the rotors, the words sliding together, "Hen, check Nora! Y-Y'need to châ"
"Nora's fine, Buck," Hen says, her voice clear as a bell in Tommy's ear.
Staring at a skyline he can't see, Tommy says, "'Nora'? Was someone else in the car with him?"
When Hen comes over the comm, her voice is as inescapable as a flood. "Nora's what he decided on for the baby. It's her name."
Tommy's hand tightens on the cyclic so the way it starts shaking won't be so obvious. "Nora was my grandmother's name."
He'd told Buck about the woman who was basically the only family he could stand, who was responsible for not letting him become his piece of shit father, who accepted him when no one else would. She'd meant the world to him. She'd been the world to him. And for Evan to give his kid her nameâ
Realization hits like a levy breaking, and he turns to look wide-eyed over his shoulder at Hen, because it can'tâhe couldn't beâ
"Patient, male, 33, prenatal course complicated at 8 months gestation," Dispatch had said.
The timeline is right.
Hen stares right back, as good of a confirmation that he could get outside of a DNA test.
Without breaking her gaze, Tommy tells Dana to take over. She gives him an unreadable look but says nothing except, "Copy that," and smoothly resumes their journey while he squeezes into the back. There's hardly any room next to the gurney and his knees are compressing his lungs, but he takes Evan's' hand and stares blankly at the shiner forming around his right eye until Hen breaks the silence.
Why didn't you tell me, he wants to demand, but he knows that if he so much as opens his mouth, he's going to start screaming until someone sedates him.
"For the record," she says, "I hate what you did. I hate what you took from him. But I understand why you did it."
Tommy rolls his lips inward and wants to suffocate himself to death. She understands? Does she? Does she know a life can be obliterated in the span of a minute? Does she know what it is to live a half life, to walk through the world like a five-year old drew a scribble on a blank sheet of paper that was supposed to be a person?
Does she know what Evan looks like when his joy is sucked away? Because Tommy does. She hates what he did? No one hates what he did more than him. No one hates him more than him.
Shakily, he lifts his other hand and touches the tips of his fingers to Evan's birthmark, which used to know the touch of his lips so well that Evan would joke that it was actually in the shape of Tommy's mouth print. Like a brand.
He forces himself to inhale. It seems impossible that Evan's here, carrying their child, their Nora. Evan used to say the lightning strike gave him super powers, made him invincible, and Tommy's ashamed to admit that he almost believed him. It seemed like nothing could ever bring Evan Buckley down, but here he is in Tommy's sky, halfway to Heaven already.
He glances at the LifePAKâwhere Evan's life has been concentrated into a series of lines and numbers, the reading strong despite everythingâand then looks back at Evan, who is still the most beautiful man Tommy has ever seen even now.
"Evan," he chokes out.
There's no answer. At least not from Evan.
Across from him, Hen breathes through her nose and then quietly says, "I'm only going to say this once, Tommy, so I hope you're listening. If you can't trust him to know what his own heart wants, then this flight will never have happened. When he wakes up, you will not have been here. I'll change the manifest myself."
Tommy closes his eyes. Something hot spills down his cheeks.
"I know things haven't been all sunshine and roses for you. Lucy's said you've basically shut down since it ended. I know you're hurting just as much as Buck is... which is why I'm telling you: be sure. He's going to have enough on his plate without worrying about whether or not you're going to swan out of his life again. You need to be sure, Tommy."
Tommy doesn't say anything, but he opens his eyes and holds her gaze without flinching, and he tightens his hold on Evan's hand.
The rest of the flight passes in the kind of silence that feels like a cyst was lanced. Or maybe a boil, as it were.
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Buck wakes up in stages to find he's in a hospital bed, and when he puts a hand on his belly it's smaller and almost deflated beneath his palm. He is just starting to hyperventilate when suddenly Tommy's there, murmuring to him, "You're okay. Everything's okay, I promise, she's fine. She's fine. Look."
And Buck, heart racing, forces himself to breathe slowly while he follows Tommy's gaze down to the bundle in Tommy's arms. Then he stops breathing altogether.
"She's fine," Tommy says. "A little early, according to the doctor, but absolutely fine."
Buck collapses back to the bed and weeps in relief, because she's fine. She's here and she's fine and she's perfect. Tommy gently places her in Buck's arms before retreating to the chair next to the bed which has a dent in the vinyl in the shape of his ass.
But Buck is enraptured with Nora, who smacks her lips in her sleep, and he marvels aloud, "She has my mouth."
"Thank God for that," Tommy says with a laugh. "It'll help take the focus off my nose. Poor kid."
It hits Buck like lightning that Tommy is here. He's in this room and talking about Nora likeâlike he knows. And there are things Buck should probably be saying, like apologizing for not telling Tommy about her as soon as he found out, or asking why he's there at all, but the words are crowding in his mouth and he can't figure out which ones should go first.
Tommy's lips twitch in a smile that is awful to look at, like he completely understand Buck's struggle, but his voice is soft and even when he says, "I need you to know that it wasn't about you. Not you personally. It never was."
Buck stops trying to speak and just stares at him, because that is bullshit, and oh, he knows which words should come first, and he opens his mouth to release them into the wild but Tommy holds up a hand.
"I know," he says. "I was a coward and an asshole, and I'm more sorry than I can possibly say. I won't ever be able to make up for what I did. But I need you to know why I did it."
And, in fits and starts before he finally finds the thread, Tommy tells him about Jeremy.
After Tommy ended things with Abby and then finally came out, he dated around for a long time before he met Jeremy, who was brilliant and fun and new. Tommy was the first man Jeremy had ever been with, and Jeremy was the first person Tommy saw a future with. He'd been so sure about Jeremy. He'd believed that Jeremy was it.
Until, almost two years in, Jeremy ended it. He'd sat Tommy down and said kindly, cruelly, "You're amazing, Tom, but you're just the first. You can't be my last." And then he'd left Tommy completely shattered in the rearview.
"That night, when you asked me to move in... it was like I was watching him put on his coat all over again," Tommy says shakily. "But what I felt for you was lightyears beyond anything I felt for him. I'd fallen so hard for you that I knew if I had to watch you walk away I'd never get up again."
Buck stares at Tommy, eyes rimmed red, and says, "So instead you made me watch you walk away."
It must land like a fist because Tommy exhales sharply and hangs his head, bowing around the pain. He sits like that for a moment, absorbing it, before he lifts his head and nods. "Yeah. That's exactly what I did."
There are deep, dark circles under Tommy's eyes that speak of a hundred sleepless nights, and his body is sharper, leaner, trimmed entirely of anything soft. He's made entirely of angles. He's so unfairly hot. He's miserable to look at.
Buck swallows and murmurs, "You look like there's no love in your life, Tommy."
Sucking in a trembling breath, Tommy smiles weakly and sketches a shrug. It looks like the fatigued steel of his edges are starting to crack.
"I left all my love with you that night." His gaze darts down. "Among other things."
Buck looks down at Nora, who's sleeping the sleep of someone already exhausted by existence, or maybe just by her fathers' drama, and thinks that maybe he really has been carrying all his love plus Tommy's around. Because otherwise he has no idea how he's so full of it.
"She's absolutely perfect," Buck says, smiling dopily.
"She's... more than anything I could've ever dreamed of."
He looks up in time to see Tommy drop his gaze to the floor at the same time his shoulders lift and lock like they're bracing for a blow. And in a voice so thin it's barely a sound, Tommy says, "I know I don't have... any right to ask, but is there any... any chance I could be part of her life?"
The tears that have been languishing at the edges of Buck's eyes finally see an opportunity. He doesn't think he could've held them back any longer if he tried.
Mouth trembling, he whispers, "Just hers?"
At that, Tommy looks up, eyes wide, disbelief and hope chasing each other across his face like dogs. He jerks a little in his chair but he doesn't move. He doesn't move.
Buck stares at him, a tsunami pulling everything back from his shoreline, and bites out, "Thomas James Kinard, if you don't get over here and kiss me, I swear to Christâ"
But Tommy's out of the chair and at his bedside, cupping Buck's face and tenderly smearing a kiss over his open mouth, licking the relieved gasp right off Buck's tongue.
Between them, Nora makes a tiny noise, and Tommy startles away just enough that he can press the side of his head to Buck's and gaze down at her with a tremulous smile.
"She really is something, huh? Sorry about the nose, kiddo," he says softly.
Buck knocks their heads together and says, "I happen to love that nose, thanks. And like you said, my lips will help balance it out."
Huffing a laugh, Tommy kisses Buck's lips. And the side of his nose and the bolt of his jaw. Then he leans down and presses a kiss to Nora's little pink and blue hat.
"I'm sure if you are," Tommy murmurs, tilting his chin up so he can flash a brave smile up at Buck, who smiles back.
"I was always sure."
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Juno persona chart
mars in the houses
what is a juno persona chart? looking into juno persona chart gives more detailed insight of how the relationship and marriage overall of you and your spouse will be like. it also describes them in a sense as well. The Greek Goddess Juno is described to rule over love and marriage and hence why the asteroid is looked into for that theme.
mars in the planet of passion, ones drive and desires. in the juno persona chart, mars determines the energy of the relationship, intimacy and possible conflicts that may occur.
reminder: this is my interpretation from observations and first hand experiences, so don't take this to heart.
**also this can also be used for signs as well, for example if mars in persona chart is in scorpio, read what applies to the 8th house as it may resonate as well.
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mars in 1st house: the couples energy in the relationship is full of passion like literally. this house is literally ruled by mars so the energy is intense. very full of energy, full of support from both parties when it comes to ones interests. intimacy is full of power and can be quite tough also, lots of verbality during it. lots of sweating, like A LOT. but it can last very quick also, so the duration of intimacy can be very quick. also during the process the pace can be very fast and rough. since this house is an adrenaline rush house, so performing the act in places that are risky or you know that you may get caught, that may cause a rush to both parties that make them feel alive. conflicts may occur due to being too dominant in the marriage maybe being too demanding or being too rough on their spouse, this may cause some serious arguments, it can even become physical so be careful with that. also being argumentative about ones self centred mindset, lots of vulgar words can be used during arguments.
spouse can have natal mars in aries, 1st house, fire sign or a fire house.
mars in 2nd house: the energy in this marriage is calming and chill. this reminds me of just getting each other and vibing from day one. but on a serious note, intimacy is very sensual and very slow paced. can be very graceful in a way?? also this couple may be into food related s*x so including food as a source of technique. intimacy may last quite along time and can be full of neck and collar bone kisses. conflicts may occur due to disagreements in financial areas and possessions. so for example one party may have an overly excessive tendency to over shop or get stuff that they don't need and so their spouse may get angry about it. also arguments may happen due to financial situations like having problems with the bank or contracts.
spouse can have natal mars in taurus, 2nd house, earth sign or an earth house.
mars in 3rd house: passion in this relationship is quick and versatile. can be lots of changes and adaptations to their passion. during intimate hours, it is very rushed. almost wanting for more after intimacy is finished. i feel like also this placement can change their mind a lot when it comes to being intimate, like saying one thing but doing the other because they changed their mind. also there can be lots of talking while being intimate so lots of grunts, screaming and talking in general, just anything to do with talking can possibly occur. conflicts may occur due to sibling drama or something that happens in the neighbourhood. arguments may start from this placement just constantly talking like in general maybe too much talking or just oversharing to other people and their spouse gets angry at the personal things that are being shared to their friends. also conflicts may happen due to friends, so maybe this placement may not like the friends that their partner hangs out with or they don't like how they act and stuff like that.
spouse can have natal mars in gemini, 3rd house, air sign or air house.
mars in 4th house: the overall passion of this marriage is taking care of each other and being there for each other emotionally. lots of reflection on each other so checking up on each other even if the other person is completely fine, this placement tends to never ignore their gut instinct. intimacy is very sentimental and slow, almost careful as not to hurt the other person or each other. there may be lots of chest techniques involved (i'll let that proceed with your imagination) possibly, intimacy is very full of praise and the person will never go too far for what their partner can handle, always checking up on them also during it and maybe lots of stroking on the head to signify that their partner is doing good. (okayy i think i just went overboard but you get the gist). in terms of conflict, arguments usually arrive from problems with their family members, for example maybe this placements mother and them got into an argument about something and their partner got angry that way and so forth. conflicts also occur when their is a lack of emotional awareness of each other and oneself, maybe this placement got too overwhelmed or stressed and just broke out in anger and start conflict that way.
spouse can have natal mars in cancer, 4th house, water sign or water house
mars in 5th house: the passion between the couple is very open, very playful but can also be that this placement thinks that the relationship evolves around them, that their the main character. of course being the main character is awesome but in this situation its more about only thinking about themselves and not thinking about others. this may cause conflict due to this placement possibly being too braggy or too self-centred and maybe thinking of only themselves. intimacy is full of noises and they make sure to show their partner that they are enjoying themselves. lots of hair pulling and hair stroking. also lots of gripping of the back. this placements just likes to make their partner own them. also arguments may start due to disagreements about children, maybe they don't want children but one does. or maybe they have different hobbies that they do and arguments about their hobbies and how they spend their free time.
spouse can have natal mars in leo, 5th house, fire sign or fire house.
mars in 6th house: the passion in this marriage is based on routine and daily life schedules. intimacy is quite structured and very based on how the individuals daily routine went like, so it depends if they have time to fit it in kind of way into their busy day. this placement tends to also acknowledge positions that feel good to both parties, nothing that goes out of their comfort zone. oh and the aftercare is very important for this placement, very concerned about how their partner felt during it and after it so they take their time to make sure they feel as special. conflict may occur due to health illnesses or sickness. maybe an illness is preventing this placement to do certain things and so their spouse may get angry about it. or arguments may start due to laziness or promises not being kept.
spouse can have natal mars in virgo, 6th house, earth sign or earth house.
mars in 7th house: this placement is very confusing. one minute the couple are fine and getting along and bonding but i kid you not it can be in a second span between them getting along to roaring each others throats out. you get the best of both worlds, what is bad without good? no but this house rules over balance and expect very very versatile energy in this relationship. but when the couple is thriving the connection between the two is very romantic and sweet, very flirtation, LOTS of flirting. also in bed its quite sensual and nothing too extreme or kinky, i would say that when it comes to being intimate both parties are in a good mood to do it, no anger s*x or anything like that unless other factors and aspects disagree. nothing too dirty either, maybe lots of flirting while doing it and dirty talking also. conflicts occur due to getting mad that the other person doesn't give back what they are given, for example when their spouse gets an 'i love you' and they don't say it back and that sort of thing. also arguments about government complications such as legal documents, the law and so forth.
spouse may have natal mars in libra, 7th house, air sign or air house.
mars in 8th house: passion between the two is intense and spiritual. lots of transformation happening when intimacy occurs. even when it comes to the first time when being intimate, it can be such a different and intense occurrence and very meaningful also. this is the house of s*x so intimacy is very sexual, very intense lots of trauma being released so it can be quite emotional. energy in the relationship can be quite secretive, perhaps the other does not trust one with specific things or would rather talk with someone else about it than their partner. on the other hand it can be very money based, the individual may rule over their partners money and even their card. their finances have big presence in their marriage, this individual may be driven by money and is always in control of it either if its their own money or their partners. overall energy in this marriage is transformative also.
spouse can have natal mars in scorpio, 8th house, water sign or water house.
mars in 9th house: passion between the couple is very versatile and very explorative, both parties are down for new positions, techniques and styles in terms of intimacy and are very open minded about them. intimacy can be very fun and exciting, maybe lots of giggles and teasing involved. also when performing intimacy, it may occur in different places, for example like the counter in the kitchen or literally while doing laundry and you just make out like?? literally any place you can imagine, this placement will probably be down for it. as for the energy of the relationship, it very travel and learning based, lots of learning learning learning. this house is ruled by jupiter so very abundant in lots of areas of life (check sign for greater detail). for example if 9th house is in capricorn (and so would mars) then career may thrive, getting respect from people after marriage, having luck in formal situations and finance documents, becoming more mature, receiving recognition for your talents and so forth. if in cancer then the individual may become more caring, be blessed with a family, have greater relations with females, have a greater perception of ones emotions and so on. conflicts may often occur due to indifferences in culture, beliefs and morals. not agreeing on the same location when going on a trip or over getting mad about factual stuff. arguments can start out as jokes and then develop into serious arguments as one can take it too far. so arguments about silly things that may not have significant meaning, (for example arguing over why the other party sneezed too loud??)
spouse may have natal mars in Sagittarius, 9th house, fire sign or fire house.
mars in 10th house: energy of this marriage is full of passion in their career. very successful career and career driven. ready to provide for their family and ready to provide their spouse with income. intimacy is very traditional, very modern and most likely this placement has a schedule of when they do it like on a specific day every week and so forth. also this placement rarely changes their style and technique when being intimate so its most likely the same every time. this placement also likes to baby their partner and be a 'parent' to them, taking care of them and giving them privileges. this also applies during intimacy. conflicts usually occur due to career difficulties, for example, maybe they didn't take up a new job opportunity or maybe they didn't get paid the extra for what they worked for and things like that. also conflicts may occur due to problems with their father, this placements father may bring something that angers their spouse or them.
spouse can have natal mars in capricorn, 10th house, earth sign or earth house.
mars in 11th house: energy of the relationship is unique to them. others may have different opinions about this relationship and lots of outside banter of this relationship. for example people just pin point details that they think is wrong with the relationship. intimacy is quite out of the blue can happen spontaneously which makes it very exciting. lots of different things could be taking place when intimacy occurs. like using some equipment or having like toys for it. conflicts may occur due to opinionated views about humanitarian stuff like not agreeing on not enough help is going on about in the world and the other one may disagree and so on. also arguments about their social groups, perhaps this placement is not pleased with how their partners social group act and they may tell them stuff that they don't like about them. also problems with social media status, arguments about what their partner posts on social media or how they interact with their social media platforms.
spouse can have natal mars in aquarius, 11th house, air sign or air house.
mars in 12th house: the energy of this relationship is full of dreaminess, due to this house being a delusion house, this placement can have the tendency to have unrealistic expectations of their partner, always thinking the opposite of what is real, for example if this placement spouse doesn't help out with laundry, they can get mad but later on they'll think that they will do it next time you know? also conflicts may occur due to addiction problems, perhaps this placement has a smoking or alcohol addition and their spouse may not like it and they argue about that. also arguments may occur due to illusion problems, sometimes this placement may say stuff that's not true (nearly like they just made it up) and make up a full story about something that their spouse or someone else did but in REALITY nothing like that happened, this type of behaviour may cause conflict between the couple. on the other hand, this placement also has a passion to live abroad and may thrive better overseas with their partner.
spouse may have natal mars in pisces, 12th house, water sign or water house.
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âmy all time favourite bts fics (pt. 1) áŻáĄŁđŠ
consists of my personal favourite bts fics that I've read countless of times. including those from other platforms, such as Wattpad, AO3, and Patreon.
For some works that are cross-posted between tumblr and wp/ao3, I'd only link them to the latters bcs I find it easier to read and navigate the stories on those. but I also tagged all the authors I know are here and linked the rest so you can check their blogs out yourself!
I'll also separate this list into several parts simply because there's too many... So it'd be easier for you guys to navigate!
red means unfinished
blue means finished
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(sorted by alphabetical order)
A Place Called Home by @agustdakasuga
Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasnât enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.
Accidental Friends by Erakun06
Meet Bangtan, international superstars, the pride of South Korea, the love and hope in the dark of many lives, the role model and celebrity crush of so many people, and a group of people you often stumble across in your day to day life. You become acquaintances, slowly become friends, and- that's it. You are in a platonic friendship with Bangtan. Let me say it again. clears throat PLATONIC. Or One day, you meet a member of Bangtan, the next day, another, and another, and another, and one day, they become a group of people you often stumble across in your life. They become your acquaintances. Then your friends. Then your source of comfort, just like they are the source of comfort of millions of people in the world. What you didn't expect is that you become the same to them. It's inevitable. You are friends.
đŻď¸ a theme that I don't find much of, and this one was excecuted quite neatly I'd say
Ace For Hire by tokki-maknae
Who is Ace? Besides being the deadliest hitman on the market in the underground, whose really under the hood? The answers simple, well for you at least, because you are Ace. When you're not busy blurring yourself into the background noises of school, you were making a killing in the underground, both literally and figuratively. For years now Ace has become an infamous name among the other gangs and holds the reputation of being lethal and untouchable. But that all changes after a slip up that causes you to attract the unwanted attention of one persistent seven member gang. A gang that's been dying to know, who is Ace?
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At Your Service by @untaemedqueen
In which Yn is looking for an escort to accompany her to her nightmare ex and ex best friend's wedding, only to ended up falling in love with him.
Baby (you complete us) by @purpleyoonn
Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches. Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.
Back Home by AlexLorchan / @alexlwrites
Secretly, he was selfishly hoping that you didnât age well. Dealing with a small crush was easy enough when he was young and knew next to nothing about girls, when you were just a cute albeit slightly weird girl he had a soft spot for. But he wouldnât know what to do with himself if his feelings came back with a vengeance while you were living together. God, he would probably lock himself with Jungkook until you went away. OR The one where, after living abroad for years, you move back to Korea and your old high school friend Namjoon offers you his place to stay while you get settled, casually forgetting to mention that: a) he still had a massive crush on you. b) he lived with six other guys.
đŻď¸ crack fic! my fave category and this one makes me giggle in both funny way and butterfly-in-my-stomach kinda way
Beauty of Love by @imnotlauriane
When you cross eyes with your soulmate, you get flashes of memories that have yet to happen. You can't see the same memory as the other and it can be either good or bad. It's not always terrible, but a thing is for sure. No matter what you do, it will happen. But are things always what they seem to be?
Between The Bloodshed series by @agustdakasuga
đŻď¸ this series... I just love. plot is super neat, relationship doesn't feel forced, etc etc
âś Between The Bloodshed
Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that you would have to leave your life behind and build a new one.
⡠Everything Between Us
They left you hanging, they broke your heart. You didnât get your happily ever after. But now theyâre back and theyâre searching for you to make things right. Could you look past the betrayal to take them back into your life and back into your heart?
Beyond The Stage by Alysheart
Alexis was going through the days simply. She was a college student in Florida, working towards her degree. When she scored tickets to the BTS concert in Korea, she didn't hesitate. She never expected to be soulmates with the seven idols.
Bound by Blood by PurpleQueenie
In a world where vampires and humans have to co-exist, where the line between tolerance and animosity blurs, how can you ever expect to get your happily ever after when your soulmates hate your very existence?
đŻď¸ love all the details, the slow burn, gosh just so good
Boyfriend For Hire by @remedyx
Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of losing your freedom drives you to seek help from a group of individuals you'd least expected.
Breakthrough by Alphathyx
"My dreams haunt me like past memories that never existed" The Memory Dive, an invention that allows the user to dive into anyone's memories just from the collection of their DNA. Made by Professor Kim Seokjin, he created this device for the worlds secret service to solve mysteries that the ordinary field agents are unable to. With seven agents, ranging from ex military, to a university professor, college student and even a criminal, only these seven are able to use this machine to extract memories of others. They are also the only people that know how to escape it. Discover through their eyes of uncovering the darkest truths of the world, through the minds of victims.
đŻď¸ this one's super neat plot with complicated and technical world, just so good
Bright Colors and Loud Soulmates by Mostmouse
You resented soulmates, the whole damn concept. It just wasn't your thing, and you couldn't help but feel jealous of those who were born without soulmates, who could see the world as it was intended to be from birth. When you run into your soulmate, you're determined to stay in your own sphere of the world. Focusing on you. But, because nothing is simple in your life, it turns out he's one of seven - better yet, your seven soulmates are the globally famous band BTS. Because why wouldn't they be? OR you learn how to let your soulmates past your carefully crafted walls, and theyâre more than happy to show you what a loving and supportive relationship should look like.
đŻď¸ a funny and cute one! (with extra h0rny characters lol)
BTS Office CEO AU by @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue
You work for seven CEOs who have called you into their office due to a complaint
Can't Wait To See You Again by AlexLorchan / @alexlwrites
The one where Jungkook develops a huge crush on a Youtuber he found after falling into the rabbit hole of his recommended videos. Unbeknownst to him, you were also recommended to his hyungs. Unbeknownst to you, all across the world seven idols were slowly falling in love with you.
đŻď¸ I just love the concept of the boys being fanboys :3
Choco Bun by @nunchiimagines
When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Koreaâs biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses werenât particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?
Combined Beings by @numinousher
You are bullied on a constant because koreaâs beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. the bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentioned you to the other 6.
đŻď¸ minus the bullying elements, this story is like a comforting sweet cloud
Comfort by http-lostforever
Hybrids have been introduced into society for a handful of years now, the fighting for their rights is still happening but doesn't look promising. But when one girl finds a hybrid in danger she jumps at the chance to help, yet what she didn't know was how upside down her life was about to become. But a word of advice, not everything is as it seems.
Could We Be Together Someday? series by BTS_Mommy / @babyboy-bangtan
đŻď¸ mann Idk what to write lol. this is another one that I've re-read thousand times, bcs some of the boys started as fanboys then became clingy friends. also yn's so supportive I just lovee.
âś By Chance
A misunderstanding gone viral puts you on BTS's radar, which leads to a series of events that finally culminate with you meeting them for the first time.
⡠The Moments in Between
As you become close friends with BTS, you begin to realize that the feelings you have for them are slowly turning into something you're not ready to deal with. Unbeknownst to you, the same is happening to them.
Crave by sweetinsanityy
The boys don't do well with being controlled, but for their group, they'll bite their tongue and put on a smile for management. Yet when you, a new little rookie, stumble upon them, they're like a pack of hungry wolves. Or, the boys are all Doms and they want you to be their perfect little sub.
Cursed Fate by PurpleQueenie
The universe has designed soulmates- someone that completes you. But what happens when you don't have one but seven? And all you want to do is run in the opposite direction when you see them...
đŻď¸ queenie's stories are just so good, you should check them all out! this one also has such great details and writing.
Deep Down by sleepingbearandbunny
Jae, unlike everyone else, has nothing against the hybrid species. She likes being alone, where she is safe from ridicule and her controlling father. When a group of hybrids save her from some trouble, fate brings them together once more.
đŻď¸ a harsh and complecated world this one, so they went through a lot together and I love that!
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More of my diabetic Steve verse!
Steve, who doesnât realize that Eddie is super famous and robin who could literally not care any less.
Steve and Eddie exchange numbers and text all of the time. It takes a week for Eddie to crack and send this message:
Eddie: Please for the love of god let me take you on a date I need to wine and dine you so hard I think I might pass out
Steve obviously says yes.
Eddie takes them to a small diner because he doesnât want to risk being seen by crazy fans who somehow always find out where he is. If Eddie is being honest, he blames twitter.
Eddie gets there to find Steve already sitting at a booth, fiddling with something on his phone. His glasses are sliding down his nose again and he is wearing a Wham! graphic t-shirt and light wash jeans. He stands up once he notices Eddie and flashes a huge grin, which causes Eddie to also smile.
They both sit down on their respective sides of the table and get comfortable, making small talk. It takes a bit, but Eddie notices that Steve has the menu pulled up on his phone and laughs.
âDoing some homework?â
Steve looks confused for a second before glancing down.
âOh yeah! I always make sure to look at it beforehand whenever I go out to make sure that I have options depending on my blood sugar level.â
âWhatâs your⌠number, is that the correct term, now?â
Steve nods enthusiastically. âYes! And let me check.â Steve pulls out a cute green pouch and takes out a bunch of supplies. âI just changed my CGMââ At Eddieâs confused look, he says, âMy glucose monitor. Itâs not completely synced yet so I canât rely on my pod to tell me what level Iâm actually at.â
After he says that, Steve cleans his finger with an alcohol wipe, lets it dry, and then pricks his finger. He squeezes the pad of his ring finger and blood pools to the surface.
âYikes. Iâm gonna have to give myself a correction or two.â
Steve cleans up the space but leaves his pouch out, and then wraps a sparkly bandaid on his finger.
âWhatâs a correction?â
Eddie feels dumb. He wishes he knew more about diabetes and actually researched it before showing up to the diner with no prior knowledge.
âI just give myself a little extra insulin to make my blood sugar go down. Iâm flirting with 250 right now and I really want a burger.â
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The date passes swimmingly and the two men find themselves sitting in the same booth at the same diner, but on the same side. Their hands are intertwined and Steve wrapped up half of his meal to take home.
âI made this for you!â Steve says suddenly. He grabs a stack of stapled papers and hands them to Eddie. âI made you a âdiabetes guide!â Since I plan on our relationship being permanent, it would give me peace of mind if you knew what to do in case of an emergency.â
Steve begins thumbing through the packet and explaining everything, but Eddie can hardly focus.
Not with Steve clutching his hand or with him wanting their relationship to become âpermanent.â
âHey, are you okay?â Steve waves his hand in front of Eddieâs face. âI understand if this is a dealbreaker or whatever, but I just like you so much and I want to be your boyfriend as of two weeks ago.â
Eddie just blinks. Then he smiles. âWe only met a week ago, Stevie.â
Steve blushes, tucks some hair behind his ear. âI know that. I just had a feeling that I would meet the one.â
âYeah?â A pause. âCan I kiss you?â
Steve releases a breath. Puts his hand on Eddieâs cheek.
âI thought youâd never ask. I hope you donât mind the taste of hamburger.â
Eddie laughs before lunging forward.
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As they head back to Steveâs apartment hand in hand, Eddie tells him about his more than ordinary job. Explains what might happen when people see them together.
Steve just laughs and says, âIâve fought literal monsters from hell, I can handle anything.â
Eddie falls more in love than he knew possible.
#diabetic steve harrington#Steve being crazy and head over heels for Eddie is my favorite trope ever I need more of it#Eddie just doesnât know how to respond he wants to propose right then and there#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#strawb writes#they get hitched a month later#the tabloids never stop talking about how healthy their relationship is
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