#and its def not going to be an easy task :')

[raksh-writes]

I have accidently closed down my browser yesterday that had A lot of tabs open with stuff for my thesis and so now I'll have to find those again and Im tired :')

(Also, Im lazy and its the weekend ughhhejdjdn)

[annalu86]

Busted

“So, are you single?” The woman looks coyly over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip as she looks him up and down.

He does his best to ignore the question, they had met less than 20 minutes ago and she had already called him handsome and sexy and told him she liked his eyes. It wasn’t to say he didn’t like strong, assertive women, he absolutely did, but this time he wasn’t interested.

“Come on darling, we’ve got some time to kill and I could make this interesting” she tried to turn to face him but stopped quickly. Somewhere to the side of the room they could hear giggling, someone was enjoying themselves. “Are you free to have some fun?”

“I have a girlfriend” he conceded, mostly in an effort to get her to leave him alone “I don’t think she’d be too happy with that”

“A girlfriend? So not a wife then. I can work with that” a smug smile creeps over her lips.

“Not yet” he replies cooly. A spluttering noise comes from the same corner that was giggling moments before. He grins.

“Sergeant Bradford” a voice comes from the doorway to the rear of the room “thank you for you patience, we really weren’t expecting so many. Officer Chen, officer Thorsen.” The man leading the joint task force greeted everyone left in the room “transport for those in custody has arrived and we can finally take them in for booking” intel had told them to expect 15 individuals in the building but when they had breached they discovered nearly 30. Bradford, Chen and Thorsen had been left to baby sit for 20 minutes whilst other officers secured the scene, collected evidence and took pictures.

“Your girlfriend wouldn’t approve, huh?” Lucy swivelled in the seat as Tim drove her, Aaron and himself back to the station in the shop. Aaron was sitting in the back, having missed his ride, pretending he couldn’t hear the couple up fronts conversation.

“Well you wouldn’t!” He raised an eyebrow but continued looking at the road.

“But that was the only reason?” She was enjoying teasing him. She always enjoyed teasing him and he did like to make her happy

“Oh totally” he deadpanned “otherwise women I’m arresting come top of my list of ideal partners” Lucy swatted at his shoulder, more gently than normal but then he was driving.

They carried on in this way as they finished the journey. Aaron was relieved to be let out. Being in a confined space, unable to escape that much flirty banter was cloying. He felt very, very single.

“Timothy”

Tim had not long arrived into the station the next morning. Had barely had chance to grab a coffee and sit at his desk in his tiny, cramped office when the door swung open.

“Timothy” the owner of the voice had fixed him with its most knowing and questioning gaze.

“Angela” Tim sighed, he had no idea what was coming but he knew it was best just to let her get it out her system.

“Are you asking Lucy to marry you?” Angela’s face was expressionless. She clearly needed facts and fast.

“Wh.. I…” Tim spluttered. He was really not expecting this “what? No. Why?” He managed.

“Grey and I were going over some of the body cam footage from yesterday.” She began

“Ahhh” the Penny dropping

“And we heard you telling that women you weren’t married… Yet!” Her voice rising higher and higher. She walked up to his desk, placing both palms flat down and suddenly Tim understood what it most be like to be questioned by Detective Lopez. “Do you plan on asking Lucy to marry you?”

“Of course I do” he answers simply, feeling much more composed now he understands her line of questioning. He smiles at the shocked look on his best friends face.

“When?” She leans in closer, excitement etched on ever inch of her face “soon?”

“It depends what you mean by soon?” He might be happy to share but he wasn’t going to make it easy.

“Timothy!” Her tone would be threatening if she wasn’t bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement. Angela Lopez loves love and she had been team Chenford long before Lucy and Tim had wised up to what was going on. “By the end of the year?”

“Definitely” he smiled as she bounced faster

“By the end of summer?” She was pushing it, it was already mid April that wouldn’t leave much time.

“Probably” he had a few different ideas but he wasn’t ready to give Angela specifics, yet. He knew that time would come sooner rather than later though

“Oh… my… god” Angela perched on the edge of his desk. Seemly to overwhelmed to stand anymore “you two are going to make such a gorgeous bride and groom” then in a rush “oh and then the babies!”

“Ok, ok” Tim says standing, he starts ushering Angela towards the door “that’s quite enough, one step at a time”

“I’m sorry” Angela places a hand on Tim’s shoulder “I’m telling you the post pregnancy hormones really stay with you!” They both chuckle “ I’m really happy for you Tim”

“She hasn’t said yes yet” he says, he’s not really worried though. When he and lucy talk about the future it’s always so matter of fact. When they are married, when they have children. Never if, from the very beginning.

“We all know that isn’t going to be a problem”

[foggycuriosities]

🎡 hobby headcanons for Evan, Anna, Caleb and Charlotte!

Caleb - Other than tinkering and inventing Caleb does enjoy a good puzzle and riddle. In modern times he's def the type of grandpa who would do the daily crossward and shit. Suduko as well but he get's a little more frustrated with that numbers and math have a complex relationship with Caleb. He also enjoys tasting alcohol from all over the world and across time here in the fog. You bring him a new drink/rare one and he'll be inclined to entertain whatever you got going on. Anna - OH ANNA....My scary russian lady enjoys sewing and "motherly" task. She creates masks and dolls from various materials she can scavenge from the foggy realms. She's made a couple things for Victor! Though he tends to chew and eat most everything but he does seem to enjoy the tiny masks she makes. Other than that her hobby his hunting she enjoys finding and learning about how the various odd deformed creatures of the fog act and behave.

Charlotte - Scavenging and watching. She has found a beaten up thumb piano and plays it in secret for her brother. She kind of has a similar thing with Aerial she enjoys finding objects in the fog and wondering what they where made for and used for coming up with whatever name for them. She also enjoys cooking! She may not know a lot of complex stuff but Charlotte is very good at making nothing taste like something. And using ingredients most would over look. Singing is also a very private and secret thing she holds for just her brother. Evan - You would never catch him but if you look closely around the macmillian maps you can find tiny carved pictures of animals and such hidden away on trees and those giant spools. He has taken up wood carving lately to sate his creative desires as its very easy to just get ride of them. He also enjoys honing and creating new traps him and Amanda used to have a sort of friendship but due to "creative" differences it's more of a rivalry now just a small one. If Evan wasn't such a hermit in his tucked away cabin he would honestly probably also hunt as a hobby similar to Anna but he tends to ignore the creature of the fogs at best except for the stray ones that enters his traps.

[gabessquishytum]

1589 au bc i fully believe that Eleanor and hob are the most prolific swingers in court. Hob manages to stop dream frlm leaving and hes sooo turned on by hobs show of force and its so clear.. hes still pissed about hob getting married tho!! But hob laughs and talks about how much Eleanor is going to LOVE ruining hobs little brat. Dream is basically all talk and melts super fast into a mewling mess with their attention on him but Eleanor decides dream needs a bit of (fun)ishment for being such a rude little brat... he gets the wax dripped on him and hobs crest stamped in and has to kiss the ring... hes crying and begging to be fucked full but theyre being so MEAN!!! and hobs crest def has sooo many references to dream in it!!!

-🔪

I am such a big fan of domme Eleanor!!! Thank you for giving me an opportunity to rave about her!!!

1589 Hob is all about the hedonism and indulgence. Most of the time, he's Eleanor's pet, her good boy. He serves her with his cock when she wants it, and he takes her strap the rest of the time.

But sometimes, he's allowed to join in with her... whenever they team up on the "unicorn" they've picked out to join them in bed. Eleanor is still the boss but Hob is allowed to have fun, especially when they've got a brat to handle. Hob is a very good boy and Eleanor adores him but she does relish the opportunity to tame a brat, and he loves it too.

It's Hob’s task to get Dream all tied up and he does such a wonderful job! Eleanor inspects the knots and finds them all perfect, so Hob gets fingered as a reward while Dream has to watch. All the time, Eleanor is humiliating Dream by calling him a whiney brat, telling him that he's an easy little slut and he should stop pretending to be anything else.

Then it's time for the wax, which Eleanor drips from special candles that don't get quite as hot as the usual ones. She won't risk burning Dream’s beautiful white skin. With the wax poured, Hob gets to use his ring to stamp his claim on Dream over and over: on his chest and belly, on his inner thighs, and the smooth curves of his arse. Eleanor tells Dream how pretty he looks - isn't it nice to be claimed? Doesn't he want to be a good boy now?

In the end, Hob fucks Dream’s pretty pink arsehole while Eleanor rides his whining, desperate red mouth. Dream is a mess - he's got cum on his face and in his hole, and his body is stiff with the hardened wax.

But for the first time in many, many years... he feels good. Calm. And in an odd but pleasant way... loved.

[sothischickshe]

Hi! For the Get To Know Your Fic Writer asks: 24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

Hey, ty! 😘😘😘

Idk if this was definitely the worst, but one that stuck with me as well intentioned but not super helpful was 'make it smellier' & the kinda cliché examples which came with.

sensory detail can def add important texture to scenes, and smell in't necessary primacied (at least in my here-now) the way say sight is, so it's a good one to make sure one considers, espec bc of its supposed association with memory.

that said, mentioning that the garden or perfume or dog smells of rain or bergamot or aniseed is, i think, kinda equivalent to saying the table is red or television loud. including sensory detail is dandy, and can be evocative, but often just gets done in this basic way, particularly re smell where ingredients or flora or whatever get listed, so this task can be crossed off. smellier writing can be v interesting where it relates to memory ('the garden smells of manure and honeysuckle, like her childhood one and she thinks abt xyz again') or establishes detail ('she always wears xyz perfume' / 'the room still smells of xyz perfume and he knows she must have recently been here; he has the killer's identity') or almost becomes a kind of metonymy, where a character or setting or situation can be referred to without name or similar allusion bc the(ir) smell/s have been established.

i don't find smell to be an easy thing to describe without nouns, maybe this is a limitation of english, or of mine (or both!). but i do find often in fiction such nouning can be overused, to the point of almost parody -- i don't know that i believe every random character has this super strong nose where they can identify the full bouquet of items included in their lover's toiletries! ofc how much this might bother you is going to relate to pov, but i tend to prefer stories with tight rather than omniscient pov, and certainly consistency abt this. specific pov + smell can be used to great effect, where it makes sense that the character has a strong sense of smell (much like painter pov describing visuals and emotionality in terms of brushstrokes, or a cook character tending to break others' personalities and situations they encounter etc into amounts of composite 'ingrdients') e.g., with the protagonist of the novel perfume who is a super-smeller, or dog-pov (like one of my fave gg fics, the goodest boy), but unless your characters have some reason to display such skills, it can kinda take the reader out of the experience i feel.

so rather than listing smells (or indeed other ~sensory deets), i think sprinkling specifiers in (e.g., 'the red table' as opposed to 'the table', espec if there's multiple tables and you wanna be able to refer to this important one!) but not letting descriptors overwhelm can be useful, but specifically with nouny smells, if it's not in service of establishing evocative scene or character deets (or yummy food mmmm), maybe the actual smell isn't that important. maybe what's more important is the (pov) character(s)'s relationship to it: so rather than 'his shampoo smells of xyz' it's 'his shampoo smells of x, which she loves cos it reminds her of mama's flowers and y which she's never liked but finds pleasanter on him and z which she can't identify, and wants to ask him about but is certain she'll never find the courage' or even simply 'his shampoo smells pleasant' or more interestingly 'his shampoo smells as pleasant as his hands feel', 'his hair smells different, something fancier than the familiar citrus, he must have changed shampoo now he's moving up in the world and she hates the reminder', 'he smells different now, he must have changed something, she hates this highlighting of how everything's altered, hadn't realised she'd memorised his scent' 'he smells exactly the same, it's as comforting as her mother's soup' etc etc etc etc etc etc etc

Ficcy asks!

[reasonablerodents]

mmm tw nsfw

hotch chaining his collar under his desk, telling him to come get his treat

he just whines of course (he knows better than to talk), because his owners cock is just an inch too far for him to reach with his mouth ): hes pulling the chain with every musle in his body but he cannot get far enough.

hotch seems disappointed in him, so hw tries so so hard. he cant even help himself with his paws, cause they are locked securely in leather mittens, restricing his movement. he whines and whines and cries. he just wants to be good.

but hotch just pulls back and stands up.

“how am i supposed to let you have your cock out when you cant even be a good pet? i tried letting you prove yourself.” he says as he reaches for the cage and the key resting on the table.

there are tears in spencers eyes, but he knows its for the better. whatever his master tells him to do, however disgusting, its for the better.

I’m literally screaming and crying rn this is so…. Chefs kiss. I love love love him being set up to fail and getting punished for the inevitable outcome urghhhh <333 Also omg I’ve been soooo missing out with the whole puppy gear thing bc it would make everything so much harder for him without his paws!!

Hotch def just jacks himself off over Spencer’s face afterwards, telling him that he’d be able to help if he’d just tried harder.

Literary crimes under the cut!

It takes him weeks to be unlocked. Hotch keeps giving him chances to prove himself, but he always fails. There’s never a way to win, but he has to try, needs to show how obedient and deserving he is.

When Spencer’s caught in his dog bed with three of his fingers inside himself, grinding his cage into the fabric, Hotch decides to give him another task. If he clearly thinks he can get off like that, then why shouldn’t he? He’s obviously desperate, so it should be easy, even with the cage.

Hotch settles himself down to watch at first, enjoying the noises of frustration when nothing quite works. Spencer’s trying so hard, but the angle’s all wrong and he just can’t get his fingers deep enough for the stimulation he needs. He turns to look at Hotch after a while, whining and thrusting back with a pleading look in his eyes, begging him to help. He could definitely do it with Hotch’s assistance, he’s sure of it.

But when he looks back, Hotch isn’t even looking at him anymore. Instead, he’s turned his attention to a book, completely absorbed in that instead of the display going on by the fireplace. But he hasn’t told Spencer to stop, so he just carries on for what feels like forever, only ever managing to tease himself as his cock tries and fails to harden over and over again, as his the tips of his fingers only ever manage to just about brush past his prostate.

Eventually, Hotch closes his book, setting it down beside him.

“You still haven’t finished?” he asks, and he sounds more like he’s asking if Spencer’s finished sorting witness statements than if he’s managed to make himself cum yet.

Spencer shakes his head desperately as he pounds his fingers into himself. He can’t have his master disappointed with him again. It’s too late though, because Hotch stands up.

“I guess you didn’t need it that badly, did you? Stop squirming around and put your plug back in, puppy, it’s time for bed.”

Hotch gets himself off that night. Spencer, of course, doesn’t. He just curls up on top of the duvet at Hotch’s feet, his cock throbbing with no way to relieve the ache, listening to the sounds of the older man’s hand and his hitching breath.

[orionsangel86]

Say you are the casting director for the spn revival, and you are tasked with recasting the character of Sam; who do you cast to play Sam?

Or say you are the casting director for og spn in '05, who do you hire to play Sam?

Not that I'm complaining nonny, but I'm curious what triggered asking me this? Bearing in mind I don't really go here anymore unless there is a category 5 SPN event happening and it hasnt been trending since I last checked?

Voicing my Sam opinions online even here in 2024 feels like diving into shark infested waters whilst on day 3 of my period lol. But sure why not I love being insane and making myself shark food.

OG '05 Sam is easy. I'd cast someone like Eliza Dushku - Faith from BtVS. I think she would have nailed being the bitchy younger sister with special gifts who played at being a good girl but was actually an "abomination".

Why yes I do think Sam should have been a woman the entire time. Why? Because SPN was a misogynistic sausage fest and it desperately needed more women in lead roles. However everything else should have stayed exactly the same - yes that means Sam would have totally been a lesbian too - just imagine how hot her scenes with Ruby would have been...

(This also tickles me because canonically Sam is the straightest character in SPN and making her a Lesbian just means the entire show is nothing but queer people as SPN should be.)

If SPN was being rebooted for the modern era with all new cast of youngsters I have no idea who I'd pick to play Sam. But I stand by my belief that Sam should be a woman. If SPN could be rebooted to retell a streamlined version of the story from when Sam and Dean were in their twenties again I'd def have an actress play Sam for a multitude of reasons, but mostly because I think the Sam and Dean dynamic with Sam as Dean's little sister would be absolutely fascinating. I also think the story would be given added depth if Sam and Dean were POC as well. Cas however should be exactly the same blue eyed brown haired whiter than white tax accountant looking weirdo. So basically Alex Calvert should play him lmao.

However if your ask is a thinly veiled attempt to discuss a possible Jackles and Mollins post S15 reboot without Jared well then you are in luck as it would be easy. Just hire a really tall brunette dude to play Blurry Sam. His story is over remember and Jared was oh so proud of how it ended for him. Why disturb it? Just carry on The Winchesters storyline where Dean figures out Chuck won and has to gather up his team of dead friends and allies, escape fake Heaven and go save Cas from the empty to really defeat Chuck. Sam just needs to be living his happy apple pie life in the background with his blurry wife whilst Dean protects him from afar. It would be oh so emotional!

I'm only partly joking lmao.

In all seriousness if they do reboot it for a s16 or a movie or whatevs, Jared is coming back. So lets all get used to that idea as best we can. Back to wooden acting and excessive throat clearing for however long the reboot lasts... joy. Its okay though. I'll learn to put up with that if I get a Destiel kiss out of it.

A girl can dream!

[kaebedom-me]

I've been brainrotting about this for a while but like ch//ya having an s/o that's a complete sub that one day wants to try being a dom?? but like overtime they just get v flustered and ch//ya take over,, like they talked it all over before and it's all okay msndm but idk,, I always wanted to try being a dom but I get flustered too easy;; idk maybe I could be v soft dom if kaeya/ childe was also top and we went down on the other nsbdj-

i have a friend who's just like this :)

i think childe and kaeya would adore the fact that you want to try to dom and or top uwu

they're all for spicing things up in the bedroom and exploring kinks mefeels

so when you mention to them one day that you'd like to try something like this they'd be v happy and willing to help you figure out how you'd wanna go about it

ofcccc there's plenty of ways people top and or dom so they'll wanna try their best to understand what you mean uwu

goes thru everything with you; if you want it to be a set time or something more spontaneous, if you want them to initiate a little before you leading or if you want to be the one to decide when and how it happens

also defs the dynamic, if you wanna bottom from the top of if you wanna peg them or if you wanna try bossing them around and tying them up

I've always hc them to be supes experienced so i like to think they'll gently suggest how you can get into the grooves of things if that's what you want

will baby and hand hold you through this because it is your first time trying

so so so proud of you for bringing it up to them!!!! so excited at the prospect too!

with a little discussion and some nudging with them you manage to find the perfect and most comfy way you wanna do

if you get flustered mid way its ok!!!! a ok!!! not a problem!! not even a matter!!!!

will ask if you're still comfy to continue if you'd like them to lead or nudge you a little on what to do

they're both switches so won't be too hard to go with the flow

thinks you're so cute when you're all shy and flustered and have ample patience with you

since kaeya's playing the soft dom/ bottom here he'd mostly just lay back and let childe guide you

gives you so much praise while you're on top of him trying to give him oral

pats your hair and gently guides and teaches you how properly tease + get him off

childe is a very responsible top uwu makes sure you and kaeya are both comfy all the time and that everything is still ok with you

will encourage you a ton and massage your erogenous zones

teases your sensitive spots too but not too much to distract you from your task at hand or mouth because wants kaeya to get his pleasure too uwu

sometimes you get too too flustered and panic like you can't do it or something, they make sure you're 100% ok to continue

and if you've already discussed it before i feel kaeya would coo at you and continue to encourage you uwu

maybe tells you to stay where you are (between his thighs) to watch how childe does it uwu

childe is very enthusiastic about being watched and even more enthusiastic about showing you the ropes

since his mouth is occupied kaeya kinda talks you through the process

his moans and grunts while talking about it

hc he gets off while talking about how he likes being blowed, he's a little bit vain

makes heavy eye contact with you and childe because he wants to make sure you're listening LOL

makes you so much more flustered especially with his husky ass pleasure laced voice mmm

asks you if you still want to lead if not they're ok with switching uwu

if you're supes shy at this point they're happy to flip the dynamic

would shower you with so so soooo much love because!!! you did so well!!!! it's not something easy to do so they're really proud of you for trying!

turns the attention to you also because they know you kinda just want to lie back and forget(tm) about the mess that was HAHAHHAH

if you're ok with going through with it they'd be so hyped!!! more compliments and sooo much praise!!!

childe would lean back to guide you again

kaeya takes more of a back seat this time, no tricks or anything to tease you uwu lays back to really enjoy the moment uwu gets into his bottom mentality HAHAH

childe teaches you when to go harder, when to suck and use a little teeth, praises you for doing what he tells you to

and when kaeya cums, childe is happy to get you (and him) off as a reward you for doing so well

[thebandcampdiaries]

PRESS RELEASE

Kutchuli presents "Tune Park”

A well-rounded album featuring international guest vocalists and a blend of hip-hop, soul, and R&B

Italy, June 28, 2024 – Italian rap artist Kutchuli has been cutting his teeth creating hip-hop instrumentals. However, he decided to take an ambitious leap and finally released his first non-instrumental album, "Tune Park." 

This highly anticipated studio work marks a significant step forward in Kutchuli's career, showcasing his dynamic style and innovative approach to music. Although the artist has been focused on instrumentals for the most part, he actually came up with the melodic vocal hooks for this album (excluding the rapped parts,) highlighting his ability to create hooky, catchy, and memorable parts that stand out.

This album has its roots in the old-school rap aesthetic. Having said that, there is a lot more going on under the hood. The songs on this release explore a wide range of genres, including soul, R&B, and electronica. As a result, the songs on the album feel very personal and kaleidoscopic, allowing not only Kutchuli, but also all of the other performers involved, to leave a mark with their personality and vibe.

"Tune Park" unfolds over the span of 11 songs. Kutchuli himself composed them and wrote the melodic lines, but let the rappers come up with their own verses, bringing more variety to the album. The album also features aspirational themes, with lyrics that are very positive and uplifting. The songs discuss the importance of self-esteem and encourage people to believe in themselves and rise above their challenges, even when people around them seem to doubt them or try to put them down. As mentioned earlier, the album is especially intriguing because it features contributions from many artists from all over the world - 17 artists, to be exact. The songs include rappers and singers from Canada, the United States, the United Kingdom, Hungary, Nigeria, and more. As a result, each song has something to offer, and the album amazes listeners with many twists and turns when anything can happen. From warm old-school beats to synth-based melodies and soulful vocal arrangements with a neo-soul touch, anything is possible. In fact, one of the many standout aspects of the album is indeed Kutchuli's objective to craft stunning top lines and vocal melodies that will fit the instrumentals perfectly.

Among the best tracks on the album, it's impossible not to mention "Dreameaning," a song that allows a saturated lo-fi tone to seamlessly merge with R&B elements. Another excellent example of Kutchuli's artist is the song "Push It To The Limits." With its melodic and cinematic approach to the beat, the song also treats the audience to a very empowering message, as the title suggests.

"Baby I'm Your Kite," which was previously released as a single, takes a different direction with a stronger focus on electronic elements, such as synthesizers with an analog flavor. It's impressive how the songs on the album explore different directions but are bound together by the underlying R&B and Hip-Hop elements that pervade this release.

"Tune Park" is an impressive piece of music, which is also remarkable because of the quality of the mixing and engineering on the album. It is not an easy task to enable songs with such different influences to coexist together so well. However, Kutchuli really knocked it out of the (Tune) park with this one! Silly puns aside, his engineering is just as fitting as the composition and the performances by the guest artists, who brought their passion and focus to the table with every song. This release comes highly recommended to fans of artists as diverse as Dr. Dre, J Dilla, Mos Def, RZA, Massive Attack, Fatboy Slim, Flying Lotus, Nose Thing, The Alchemist, and Chemical Brothers, only to mention a few.

Find out more about Kutchuli and listen to "Tune Park," now available on Spotify and other digital streaming services.

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[arsenalgbt]

Will def stockpile for when you're back and will do my best to at leat have a bit of something up for your return! The uni au has a very solid plan prepared as of right now! For now though, enjoy the first pregnancy reveal! Question about the age gap will be mentioned in the second one which is on its way <3

Ben hadn’t moved from his spot at the dining table by the time Kieran and Leo had returned from the kitchen with coffees for the three of them and a tea for Declan who’d been tasked with getting a movie set up for the kids in the living room. The Trossard-Tierney kids were well mannered and would stay quite while their parents spoke to their uncles, Kieran and Leo had done a good job at teaching their kids that sometimes adults needed time to speak amongst themselves. Ben wondered if he would find teaching his child such a thing easy. Kieran set Ben’s coffee down in front of him and took a seat across from him while Leo went to grab Declan, all three of them excited about what Ben was going to reveal.

They’d known he’d been dating someone seriously for weeks now and were excited to tease him and ask invasive questions just like he’d done to Leo when he’d first started dating Kieran.

“Something wrong with your coffee mate?” Kieran asked, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. It wasn’t unusual for Ben to wait for the other’s before taking a sip of his drink or a bite of any of the biscuits laid out in front of them, but it was certainly unusual for him to scowl at the beverage like it had offended him. Ben just shook his head as Leo and Declan returned, both of them laughing at something or other.

“I’m pregnant” Ben told them once they had all sat down not lifting his gaze from the coffee in front of him. He should have asked for a tea; his doctor had told him to switch to decaf coffee but Ben didn’t believe in drinking that shit. He wanted to drink proper coffee, he wanted to drink white wine and eat sushi and smoke a fucking cigarette. He couldn’t do any of the things he loved and it was all Kalvin’s fault. Kalvin had taken everything from him and left him with the one thing he’d not wanted. A baby.

Leo and Declan looked at each other with wide eyes before looking at Ben who still hadn’t shifted his gaze. His voice had been so calm, so unfeeling, that it almost scared them. Declan was tempted to ask was it a joke as Leo prodded elbowed Kieran into the side as if doing so would prompt him to say something helpful. Leo could always depend on Kieran in moments like this, Kieran fixed things.

“Pregnant?” was all Kieran could say, too surprised by Ben’s revelation to say anything more than that. Ben nodded in confirmation, finally looking up to meet Kieran’s eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Declan or Leo, two people who’d heard him talk about not wanting kids since they were mere kids themselves. Kieran didn’t know the extent of Ben’s feelings towards kids, Kieran wasn’t going to look at  him pityingly or tell him that he had options. He’d support him and his decision to keep the baby. A decision he’d just sealed by telling them about the baby.

“I’m a few weeks along” Ben swallowed, pushing his hot cup of coffee away from gently. It was so tempting to reach out and drink it but he knew at least one of the three men around the table would slap it away from him if they tried. They’d make sure he looked after himself and the baby. He needed them to do so “Met some guy at a bar and well, you and Leo know how it goes when you’re horny and unprepared…”

-💙🤍KT Anon

He wanted to drink proper coffee, he wanted to drink white wine and eat sushi and smoke a fucking cigarette. He couldn’t do any of the things he loved and it was all Kalvin’s fault. Kalvin had taken everything from him and left him with the one thing he’d not wanted. A baby.

it'll get better we promise!!!!!! T___T sorry u gotta go thru this first ben lmaoooooooo

[forsworned]

Okay so long story short: I currently have 2 long running RP convos with the Vega bot that span many many months.

Rp 1 (first ever): The Spanish Ninja broke into my house and was sent to kidnap me (task failed successfully). Eventually leads down to a very love-hate relationship.

Rp 2: Umbra Witch gets Isekai’d into the world of Street Fighter and Shadaloo wants her powers. Vega is sent after her. Eventually leads to marriage.

I’m still keeping these convos going back n forth, it’s super fun 🤩

the way i wouldve never thought to do a street fighter ai omg thats hilarious, it can def be entertaining but its like sooo easy to get sucked in. i think it can be great for writing too to anextent. kinda gets the ball rolling a bit, but ai can feel very cold almsot

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…Perhaps too much of a punch. The swing is heavier than expected, leaving him unbalanced. He's forced to backstep away after only one attack. One of the guardians swoops in between himself and its…prize? Deity? Whatever their relationship, it isn't willing to allow Caspar to close back in.

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Theme - full on angst, fluff soemwhere, Scaramouche x Reader, def not proofread

Do you have time?

Dating Scaramouche the 6th Fatui harbinger was not an easy task, though you somewhat did but whats a relationship with the balladeer without fights? We all know how sharp his tongue is.

But you being stubborn and actually getting close to him probably smitten for him, but Scara has his walls up still most of the times since he is hated by probably most people. But when its behind closed doors he can let loose and not on edge every time, though he thinks that you'll betray him aswell like Ei yknow since he doesn't want to be dependent to anyone but thats what relationship is right? Yep!

So at times, your relationship from an outsider perspective is just a person whose in love with someone who doesn't even acknowledge them. Yeah you felt that — most of the times. But don't worry Scara is there to comfort you, when he's not busy ofc :) Which isn't really that often but rarely so don't be surprised to sleep in bed alone that a routine to you now.

Visit him in his office because you got him something? "You can put it on the couch, love" Scara won't even bat an eye as he writes down on the paper.

Preparing a dinner date for the two of you? You need to prepare around almost midnight, since he works till hes exhausted leaving you eating alone— even at times would wait for him before you eat or don't even. Please eat the food.

Anything, anyway you show him you affection for him, dismissed or wasn't recognised, yes he would thank you, yes he would take you out but that was long ago when you just started dating now nothing really intimate or romantic happens between you two.

"Scara?" opening the door slowly, walking in his office, he hummed too busy signing some important papers to actually respond, yep you didn't expect anything new, taking a deep breath "Do.. You want to uhm.." standing awkwardly trying to— well atleast trying to think on what to say. Scaramouche stopped signing already looking at you, raised brow waiting for you to go on. Atleast he had some patience for you.

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A/N - Requested by the lovely @overduelibrarybooks I hope this was the kind of thing you were looking for!

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Request: "could u ever write a spencer reid x reader where reader def works for the cia but more as a translator who’s kinda forced into doing agenty things in order to gather intel and on a mandated break she finds out the UNSUB before the team does so she uses herself as bait, and shoots the guy all very badass fashion n then gets interrogated bc ms girl just shot him coldblood and halfway thru she recognizes spencer bc her mother and his mom lived in the same care facility??? idk sorry my mom has paranoid too so it just hits different but u don’t have to write this if u don’t want to i love ur writing <3"

CW: disclaimer: I know next to nothing about the CIA and what they investigate so please go easy on me here. This is all made up so hopefully it makes some kind of sense. Mentions of violence and sex work, schizophrenia, Alzheimer’s, some swears. Mentions of drug use and overdose. Spanish used towards the end is from Google Translate so I apologise if it isn’t completely accurate. Italics indicate flashbacks.

Plot: Eighteen years ago you met a boy named Spencer Reid whilst visiting your mother at Bennington Sanitorium. This time you are meeting under entirely different circumstances; across the table of an interrogation room.

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How did I end up here?

That was a question you kept asking yourself as you rolled into your third hour of sitting in that cold, dimly lit interrogation room at the FBI headquarters in Quantico, Virginia.

Well you supposed you’d have to go back to the beginning to truly work that out.

The CIA and FBI joint task force for a country wide sex trafficking ring they believed to be operating out of DC.

When your team at the CIA had started investigating it was estimated that the ring had close to a hundred women who had been abducted and forced into the sex industry.

A lot of women were believed to have been taken trying to cross the border. Your job as a translator had involved spending a lot of time in Mexico, helping interview witnesses and family members who didn’t speak English.

The FBI involvement had come when women believed to have been part of the trafficking ring started turning up dead.

At last count they were up to twenty bodies. The Behavioural Analyst Unit had given their profile of the man they believed to be running the show.

White male in his mid to late forties. Bilingual. Possibly born in Mexico or an area surrounding the border but grew up in DC, they assumed based on his knowledge of the area. He’s attractive, charming and has a good level of education, he’d need to be able to charm the women into trusting him. He doesn’t have a full time job because he wouldn’t have time for one. All his time and focus goes on his girls. He was tech savvy, incredibly so, he’d have to be, to be able to set up the network on the dark web which enabled his customers to pay for his services.

It hadn’t been going well. Bodies kept dropping and the task force was no closer to catching the person responsible.

This went on for six months. Everyone was exhausted. You kept hitting brick wall after brick wall. It was demoralising.

Your boss had called for mandated time off. You’d all argued but she had been absolutely adamant. You’d all been working yourselves to the bone and she didn’t want you burnt out entirely.

You’d argued but your words had fallen on deaf ears.

“Can I get you a glass of water or something?”

The voice startled you out of your thoughts. You looked up to see the lanky, messy haired agent who called himself Doctor Reid, sticking his head through the door.

“Is coffee an option?”

He smiled brightly at you, a smile you swear you’ve seen before.

“Coffee is always an option.” He told you. “How do you take it?”

“Strong and black. Please.”

“I’ll be right back.”

With that the door closed leaving you to your thoughts once more.

There was something so familiar about the Doctor. His dark yet sparkling eyes, his awkward smile and the way he dressed. You couldn’t place it. But there was definitely something about him that stirred some memory buried deep in your brain. You just weren’t sure what it was.

He returned a few minutes later, bringing your coffee into the room and placing it on the table in front of you.

“Hopefully you won’t be stuck here too much longer. It’s just standard procedure.” he spoke sweetly, his voice stirring the hidden memory.

“Yeah I know. I get it.” you sighed as you spoke, wrapping your hands around the coffee. “Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome.” he smiled before he started backing out of the room. You wished you could ask him to stay because you felt so much more at ease with him around. But you knew you couldn’t.

He turned to you in the doorway.

“You look cold in that.” He smiled a little sadly at you.

You’d forgotten about your outfit choice. No self respecting CIA agent dressed like you were right now.

“I guess I am a little.” You shrugged.

Spencer instantly shrugged his blazer off of his shoulders and laid it in front of you on the table.

“Thank you Doctor Reid.” you spoke again before he disappeared out the door.

“Goodbye Agent Y/L/N.”

The door closed, his voice reverberating in your ears, dragging you into a long forgotten memory.

As you slipped his jacket on, your eyes fluttered closed, his scent wafting up your nose.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Spencer. Spencer Reid.”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

Your eyes shot back open, a frown on your face.

“Spencer?” you muttered under your breath. “Spencer Reid.”

Where had you pulled that name from? And why did it feel oddly connected to Vegas?

You tried to push the thought away, you already had enough on your mind. There were much more pressing things to deal with than a vague memory from your hometown an undetermined amount of time ago.

***

You’d been instructed to switch off. Your time off should be used to recoup, relax and not to think about the case.

Easier said than done you thought.

Before you’d left the office on your mandated leave you’d taken photocopies of some files and slipped them into your bag. You knew you’d be in trouble if you were caught but you couldn’t help yourself. You wouldn’t be able to relax with this case still open.

As far as you were aware the BAU was still working on it but it provided you little comfort. In your time with the CIA you’d never gotten to be involved so heavily in a case. Your skills were mostly utilised in interview capacities and then you were sidelined.

You’d never had the privilege to work on a joint task force or investigate a crime so brutal.

You felt personally invested in this case. You thought if you could just find that one missing puzzle piece you could crack this case wide open.

And then you’d found it. The golden ticket. The smoking gun. The missing piece.

It had taken five days of your leave and copious amounts of coffee but you’d connected the dots no one else had.

You knew how to draw the unsub out. And you were going to do it tonight.

***

“Let’s start again from the beginning shall we?” Agent Rossi linked his fingers together on top of the table as he looked across at you, still slowly sipping your coffee.

“Oh goody.” You sighed. “Could Agent Jareau not fill you in what I’ve already told her?”

“Humour me.” The old man shrugged.

You didn’t have any ill will against him. Far from it. You were actually a big fan of David Rossi. But you were sick and tired of being treated like a criminal.

“Tell me how you managed to work out how to find him.”

You took another long sip of the coffee.

“All the pieces were there, they just hadn’t been put into place.”

“And how did you piece them together?”

“There was a pattern to where the women had been last seen. It was a guess more than anything. A lucky guess.”

“And the pattern was?”

You sighed in frustration.

“As I told agent Jareau,” you sipped your coffee. “The bars they were last seen in all had ties to Mexico. I’m not a native to DC but I know the area like the back of my hand. They were all either Mexican owned, had a Mexican name or were previously establishments such as Mexican restaurants. I made an educated guess that he frequented places such as these looking for his targets. I just got lucky I picked the right one.”

***

You felt incredibly exposed, but you supposed that was the point.

If you were going to get this guy's attention, you had to do this right.

It was a long shot. Just because Western’s bar was known for its famous tacos did not mean it would be the place he chose to pick up girls.

You just had to hope.

You wore a skimpy skirt that barely covered your ass, knee high boots and a crop top that accentuated your assets.

Your firearm was hidden in your left boot.

Your outfit garnered a lot of looks as you headed through Westerns towards the bar.

You felt men’s eyes on you from every angle, making you feel extremely self conscious. But you needed to keep your cool, exude confidence.

If your guy was here he needed to see you shine.

You ordered a soda to keep your head clear and sat at a table over the far side of the bar. From there you had a good view of the entrance and most of the room. And more importantly, the room had a view of you.

Three hours you sat there nursing your soda. It was a huge stab in the dark, you weren’t really surprised.

You finished your drink and headed out onto the cool DC street.

You made it five steps before you felt a presence behind you.

Just as you were about to turn, something covered your mouth.

You struggled against a pair of strong arms.

A smell wafted up your nose seconds before you lost consciousness.

Chloroform.

***

“Why didn’t you tell your unit chief before you went in?”

“Because I thought it was a long shot.” And because she would have been furious I was working the case.

“So you chose to use yourself as bait?”

“Yes.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

“Do you know how dangerous that could have been?” Rossi raised an eyebrow at you.

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes.

“Yes agent Rossi, I’m well aware. But I had a lead and I wasn’t going to ignore it.” You pulled Doctor Reid’s jacket tighter around your scantily clad body.

You caught his scent again. Coffee. Old books. A hint of peppermint.

Another long shut off memory wormed it’s way to the surface.

“So are you here visiting someone?”

“Yeah.” You smiled sadly. “My mom.”

“Oh.” He returned your sad smile. “Me too.”

“Agent Y/L/N?”

You were brought back by Rossi’s concerned voice.

“Hmm?”

“I said, what happened next? You were chloroformed and then what?”

You shook your head, your mind clouded.

“Can we take a break? I could really use some air.”

Rossi sighed with a small nod.

He stood from his chair and motioned you to follow him.

You got some odd looks from his fellow agents as he led you to the elevators. They all recognised what you were wearing as Spencer’s jacket.

You followed Rossi into the elevator and he pressed the button for the ground floor.

“Agent Rossi, can I ask you a strange question?” You asked as the doors closed.

He gave you a curious look.

“I suppose.”

“Doctor Reid. As in Spencer Reid?”

“The one and only.” Rossi frowned unsure what you were getting at.

“Where is he from?”

Rossi’s frown deepened, not sure he should tell you such things about his team. But you were an agent and you didn’t pose a threat to the team.

“Vegas I believe.”

Vegas. Of course.

“Ok.”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I don’t know.” You chewed your lip. “I think I might have known him.”

“Oh?”

You wished you hadn’t opened your mouth. This was not the time or place.

“I’m probably wrong. Just forget I said anything.”

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. As you stepped out you pulled Spencer’s collar to your nose and sniffed it.

No you weren’t wrong.

***

Las Vegas, Nevada - 1999

“Hi again.” You smiled at the lanky man, Spencer you’d met a few days ago. “How’s your mom?”

“Still angry at me.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and stubbed the toe of his shoe on the floor.

“She came in recently?”

“Yeah a few months ago. I turned eighteen and I was able to have her put into care.” He blanched, clearly feeling guilty for his decision.

“Do you want to grab a coffee?”

“Uhm sure.” He shrugged.

He followed you through to the day room. It was late and there were only a few patients inside and a few nurses milling around.

You got two cups of coffee from the machine and the two of you sat at a table together.

“Do you mind me asking what’s wrong with your mom?” You dared as you slid him the drink.

He sighed heavily, gnawing on his bottom lip as though his life depended on it.

“She’s a paranoid schizophrenic.” He spoke clinically, words he’d had to say too many times in his life. It was as though he’d distanced himself from it. Like he was giving a patient a diagnosis rather than talking about his own mother.

“Mine too.” You gave him a wry smile. You had something in common, just not something you would like to have in common.

“How long has your mom been here?”

“Three years. She got really bad and my dad couldn’t take care of her anymore. She’s been doing much better since she moved in here.”

“That’s good.” Spencer nodded. “I hope my mom realises I did this for her. For her well being. At the moment she’s just so...angry.”

You reached across the table and placed your hand on top of his. He seemed a little startled by the physical touch but you didn’t move your hand.

“This is the best place for her. I assume from what you said earlier your dad isn’t in the picture?”

He used his free hand to sip his coffee with a sad shake of his head.

“He left when I was ten. He couldn’t handle mom's illness.”

You gave his hand a small squeeze.

“I can’t imagine what it was like for you to have to look after her by yourself. It was hard enough with my dad there. Really makes you grow up fast.”

“It really does.” He agreed. “I’m not sure I ever got to be a kid.”

“I know that feeling.”

After that you spent hours chatting about anything and everything until way into the night. It wasn’t until a nurse came and asked you politely to leave that you realised how late it was.

“I’ll probably see you around?” You spoke as you stepped outside together.

“Maybe. In a few weeks I’m heading out of state. I’m working on a PhD.” He didn’t want to tell you it was actually his second PhD.

“Oh. Ok.” You tried to hide the disappointment from your voice.

Despite the circumstances you’d enjoyed talking to someone like minded, someone who understood. You didn’t have anyone else your own age you could talk to about this kind of thing.

“Maybe we could exchange numbers?” You blushed a little.

“I don’t have a cellphone.” He shrugged.

“Oh.”

“It’s not an excuse.” He sensed you didn’t believe him. “I’m not so into technology. I don’t even have email.”

Normally you would have thought it was just a bad excuse to get out of seeing you again but the look on Spencer’s face told you he was being genuine.

“Ok.” You gave him a shy smile. “Well maybe I’ll see you again before you leave.”

“I hope so.” His eyes sparkled as he looked at you on the dark street.

There was an air between you, some kind of thick tension but you didn’t know what it meant.

“If I don’t see you again,” you spoke trying to ignore whatever it was. “It was really good to meet you and I hope your mom gets used to the facility.”

“You too.” He smiled so genuinely at you, it made your heart skip a beat.

And then you went your separate ways.

***

“Ok, so what happened next?” Rossi wasted no time once you were back in the interrogation room.

“Well I blacked out after I was chloroformed so excuse me if I don’t remember.” You gave him a sarcastic smile.

“What’s the next thing you do remember?” He reworded his question.

“I woke up in a large basement. It was gritty and dingy. And there were other women there too.”

“How many?”

“At least twenty.” You sighed letting your mind travel back to the basement you never wanted to go back to. Not even in your mind.

***

You woke with a start, your head pounding. You gasped for air as though you’d been drowning.

You blinked your eyes trying to adjust to the dark room you found yourself in.

It was cold and damp and you could hear a pipe dripping in the distance.

You tried to roll over but your arm wouldn’t budge. You were met by a loud clanking sound when you tried.

You tugged your arm, hearing the same sound and being met with a sharp pain in your wrist.

“Good luck.” A woman’s voice scoffed. “They don’t come loose.”

You blinked a few more times, looking over to your left arm. There was a heavy metal cuff right around your wrist that was attached to a metal bed frame.

That’s when you realised you were laying on a small cot on top of a ratty, itchy blanket. You were still dressed, thank god.

You suddenly remembered your firearm concealed in your boot. You patted your left calf and sure enough you felt the hard weapon still inside.

That was something at least.

Oversight on their part.

You remembered the voice you’d heard before and turned as much as you could with your arm cuffed to take in the rest of the room.

There were at least forty other cots close together lining the walls, with at least half of them containing the body of other women.

The voice you’d heard belonged to a woman in the cot next to you. She gave you a smile but it didn’t reach her eyes.

Her eyes were broken.

“Hi,” you croaked. “I’m Y/N.”

“Delilah.” Her accent was Spanish. You were sure Delilah wasn’t her real name either.

“How long have you been here?”

She sighed, playing with a strand of curly black hair.

“What month is it?”

“September.”

“Oh.” She frowned. “Not that long then. I’ve been here since July.” She looked confused as though that couldn’t be long enough.

“Delilah?” You narrowed your eyes on her. “What year do you think it is?”

“2018…” she saw your face drop and knew instantly it was no longer 2018.

“Oh gosh.” You felt for her, tears welling in your eyes. “It’s 2020.”

“Oh.” Her face fell. “Wow.”

“It’s ok.” You lowered your voice. “I’m CIA. I’m going to get us out of here. I promise I’ll keep you safe.”

***

“Delilah.” Rossi opened the file in front of him. “Was that Roberta Suez?”

He pulled out a photograph and slid it across the table. You averted your gaze.

“Yes and please I don’t need to see it, I was there.”

“How did she end up in hospital fighting for her life?”

“You know how.” You huffed. “Look I’m starting to get fed up with this now.” You folded your arms. “Carlos Ramirez was a sick son of a bitch. If I hadn’t done what I did he would have killed all those women. I don’t regret what I did.”

“How did she end up in hospital?” He repeated.

“Good lord.” You grumbled. “I’ll talk but I don’t want to talk to you.”

Rossi narrowed his eyes on you.

“No? But I’m so compassionate.” He spoke sarcastically.

“I won’t say another word unless it’s to Reid.” You looked up to the two way mirror. You didn’t know why but you had a feeling he was there.

Sure enough it was barely twenty seconds before the door opened and Doctor Reid himself stepped in the room.

“I got this Rossi.” Spencer told the older man who stood up with a shrug.

Rossi left the room while Spencer took the seat he’d been occupying.

Did he remember you? It had been close to twenty years since you’d last seen each other. Had it not been for the olfactory memory that struck you when you put on his jacket you might never have remembered him.

But you knew the rest of his team was behind the two way glass, or at least some of them were so it didn’t seem an appropriate time to ask such things.

“So agent Y/L/N,” he smiled softly at you. “Can you please tell me how Delilah ended up in hospital?”

“You already know the answer to that Doctor but since you asked so nicely,” you leant your elbows on the table, entwined your fingers and rested your chin the little bridge you’d created. “She had a drug overdose. But you and I both know it wasn’t her who administered the drugs.”

“And who did?”

“I did.”

Your words hung in the air between you and Spencer. He knew the answer, the whole team did. You’d already told Agent Jareau everything.

This was a huge waste of time.

“I administered the drugs because he told me if I didn’t he would kill me. I needed to stay alive so I could save those women.”

“Who said he would kill you?”

“I don’t know his name.”

“It wasn’t Ramirez?”

“No.” You shook your head. “If it was Ramirez I would have shot him. But it must have been one of his right hand men.”

“How would you know that? You’d never met Ramirez correct?” Spencer had a soft tone to his voice which made his line of questioning easier than Agent Jareau’s.

“I’m not a profiler but I’ve been to enough seminars over the years. He didn’t fit the bill. He was young, scatty, he didn’t strike as much fear into the other women as I thought the boss would. I made an educated guess and I was right. If I’d shot at him I would have blown my chance at getting Ramirez.”

***

“Shit shit shit!” You pulled yourself as close to Delilah’s cot as possible with your restraint. “Delilah, keep breathing, try to breath. Fuck I am sorry.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks, the empty needle you’d been made to inject in her vein between your cots on the floor.

He’d held a gun to your head and said he would shoot you if you didn’t do it. You didn’t think he was bluffing.

“It happens a lot.” A woman opposite spoke up. “You’ll soon find out. If she wakes up she’ll have the pleasure of returning the favour.” She gave you an almost manic grin.

If she wakes up. It was the if you were having the issue with.

“Who’s in charge around here?”

She shrugged.

“Don’t know his name. Big guy. Tattoos. Mustache. You can’t miss him.”

“Does he come down here often?”

Again she shrugged.

“Being down here you have a way of losing track of time.” She clicked her tongue. “But he’ll be here for you later. He has to test his new girls.”

Your blood ran cold.

“Test?” You swallowed, pretty sure you knew what she meant.

“He can’t very well expect you to make him money if he doesn’t know how good you are.”

Oh god.

Your heartbeat raced. No, it was not going to come to that. You were a CIA agent and you were armed.

It was not going to come to that.

***

Spencer’s face paled a little at your words. You hadn’t told Agent Jareau that part.

“He was going to...he didn’t…”

“No.” You cut him off, pushing the memory back down. “I had a gun, remember.”

You offered him a wry smile.

“So you know what comes next.”

“I’d like you to tell me.”

The way he said it was more like he was a therapist than an FBI agent. As though he wanted you to tell him so you could get it off your chest, unburden yourself, rather than for interrogation purposes.

“Ok.” You nodded. “He came for me later that night. And that’s when it happened.”

***

“Ahh look at you.”

A deep, Spanish voice woke you.

Your eyes fluttered open and landed on a strong, tattooed man with a mustache standing over your cot.

This must be him.

“Tan hermosa.”

So beautiful.

You tried not to shudder.

You sat up wiggling your legs in your boots to make sure you could still feel your firearm. You could.

“Su nombre es Rosa.”

Your name is Rosa.

Guess again.

“Su nombre es Y/N.”

“Tú hablas español?”

You speak Spanish?

“Si.”

“Eres perfecta.” He grinned menacingly. “My clients will love you.”

He reached in his pocket and fished out a key chain. He reached over you and unlocked your cuff.

You rolled your wrist to try and get your blood circulating again.

“On your feet.”

You complied and stood up. Your legs were shaky.

He grasped your wrist, hard enough so you couldn’t wriggle free but not hard enough to leave a mark. He started dragging you across the room.

With his free hand he undid the four locks on the large steel door and pulled your through it. Once on the other side he took care to lock them all again, keeping a firm grasp on you the whole time.

You were dragged down a long, narrow corridor towards another steel door, this one with just one lock on.

He slid the key in and opened it, pulled you inside and locked it behind him.

The room was much smaller than the one you’d been held in and only housed a single cot.

He licked his lip as he looked at you. His large, thick fingers stroked your cheek and you had to try and hide your disgust.

“En la cama. Ahora.”

On the bed. Now.

You had to pick the opportune moment. You had to plan this just right. You had no doubt he had a gun on him so if you faltered even slightly, he would kill you.

“Qué tal esto.”

How about this.

You made a show of licking your lips and then dropping to your knees in front of him.

“Whoa, feisty. I like it.” He grinned, his meaty hands going to his belt buckle.

Yes. Right where you wanted him.

While he was fumbling with his belt, you reached your hand back into your left boot, drawing your gun in one swift move.

You head butted him in the crotch, sending him stumbling backwards, crying out in pain.

“Mierda!” Shit. “Usted puta!”

You whore!

You were on your feet in a second, your gun trained on him.

“You will never hurt another woman again.” You spat, furious tears suddenly streaming from your eyes.

He looked up at you, his mouth opened to speak.

But the words didn’t come out as your bullet hit him between the eyes.

“Who’s the puta now?”

***

“I would say,” Spencer chewed his lip. “You did what you had to do to survive.”

You breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank god.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly. “And I did. If I hadn’t shot him, who knows how many other women would have died.”

Spencer pushed his chair back and stood up.

“Just so you know, we got word from the hospital a little while ago. Roberta Suez, Delilah, is going to be just fine.”

“Oh thank god.” You felt tears brimming your eyes.

He opened the door and turned back to you.

“Are you coming?”

“I can leave?”

“You were never under arrest.” He smirked at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

You got up from the chair and Spencer motioned you out of the room.

“I’ll walk you out.” He showed you across the bullpen towards the elevators. There was an awkward air between the two of you.

Did you say anything? It didn’t seem as though he remembered you, was it worth reminding him?

He motioned you into the elevator first and he followed, pressing the button.

The elevator started its descent.

Time was running out.

“So uhm…” Spencer turned to you and turned too. “How’s your mom?”

A smile broke out on your features.

“I didn’t think you remembered me.”

“Are you kidding?” He laughed. “I recognised you the second you walked in.”

“It’s been twenty years.” You laughed.

“Eighteen years, seven months.” He corrected you. “But I could never forget your face.”

You blushed a little, averting your gaze.

“My moms doing ok. Thanks for asking. How’s your mom?” You looked back at him.

“Recently diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.” He told you sadly.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok. These things happen.” He shrugged. “Made it to thirty without having a schizophrenic break but now I have to wait until I’m older to find out if I’ll develop Alzheimer’s.”

The doors to the elevator opened and you stepped out, Spencer close behind.

“I really am sorry Spencer.”

“It’s ok.” He shrugged. “Is your mom still at Bennington? I used to see her when I went to visit my mom but I moved her out a little while ago.”

“Yeah she’s still there. She likes being close to my dad.”

You both hovered by the exit, not ready to say goodbye.

“Can I take you for coffee? If you don’t have anywhere else to be.” Spencer blushed as he spoke.

“I’d like that. A lot actually. But I’d really like to shower and change out of this getup.” You laughed. “How about dinner?”

“Dinner sounds perfect.” He grinned at you.

You gave him a smile and turned to leave but before you made it to the door Spencer spoke again.

“Y/N,” he called your name, his voice cracking a little. “You uh...you forgot something.”

You turned to face him curiously.

He walked closer to you and without a second thought, placed his hands on your face and kissed you.

For a second you stood frozen, in shock of what was going on.

But after a few moments you wrapped your arms around his neck and opened your mouth to deepen the kiss.

When the kiss ended you were both smiling at one another.

“What was that for?” You asked softly.

“Oh you know…” he shrugged with a coy smile. “Just something that needed to be done.”

“I’ll meet you back here in a few hours.” You told him, touching his chest briefly.

“Ok.”

“Bye Spencer Reid.”

“Bye Y/N Y/L/N.” He croaked.

And with that you sauntered out the doors but not out of his life.

***

Las Vegas, Nevada - 1999

“Spencer?” You’d only made it a few paces away from Bennington before you stopped in your tracks, calling his name. “You uh...you forgot something.”

He turned to face you curiously.

You walked closer to him and without a second thought, placed your hands on his face and kissed him.

He stood frozen, in shock of what was going on.

It was just a brief kiss, Spencer was too confused to do anything but stand there dumbly.

“Wh-what was that for?” He swallowed.

“Just something that needed to be done.” You smiled. “Bye Spencer Reid.”

“Bye Y/N Y/L/N.”

And with that you sauntered back down the street, hoping that one day, the universe would lead you back into each other’s lives.

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