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also babes??!?! day nine?!?!? I do not envy you that many day on in a row. please tell me you at least get a long âweekendâ in between or love your job to where it doesnât feel so bad to work so many days in a row?
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Aaaaahhh thank you so much friend!!! you're so sweet!!! I'd LOVE to get to know you better, I really do love making friends!!! Also to answer your question about my job .... work rambles under the cute đ
So the thing about my job is, that 80% of the time I really love it!! But the other 20% it can be really frustrating and right now is one of those times so I'm feeling a little ... rambly about it I guess.
Basically, I do baking and pastry for the Catering Team at Disney. We do all breakfast, pastries, and desserts for every catered event on property. So, we're really busy right now. like so busy that I truly cannot describe it. We're getting ready for a huge 10k person even at the end of the month and also have multiple large groups with us every day, with 1-2 thousand desserts on multiple menus.
So we're currently scheduled 6 10 hour days a week which would be fine, except we're actually typically working 12-14 hours every day. The reason I worked 9 days in a row was because 3/5 of my peers were on vacation/sick, so I had to be there to run the floor during my shift. (We're just the ones who run the floor, we have other cooks who also do production!! It's not just me doing all the work I swear lol, I have a very lovely and hard work team!!) But because we're scheduled 6 day weeks, I only had one day off :( It's just been a lot of exhausting work, physically and mentally, but also emotionally.
We get very busy several times throughout the year, with this being one of our busy times, but it usually balances out with slower periods to catch our breath. This one has just been particularly taxing because of a lack of staff.
I normally find my job very rewarding and fulfilling, but right now I just can't wait for this to be over. Which is why I've been kinda MIA for the past couple weeks, and I probably will be until the end of the month :( I'm just so exhausted all of the time, and I truly don't have time to do anything except work and sleep.
BUT at the end of the month I'm going on a cruise and I'm so excited about it!!! It's my first ever cruise and I truly CANNOT wait !!!
ANYWAY work ramble over!!!! Thank you again for sending this in, you're so sweet!! ILY, especially if you read all that lol
#my relationship with my job is ... complicated in this exact moment#it just kind of feels like we're being made to do an impossible task#there's just so much work to do and not enough people to do it !!!!!#im so tired !!!!!#but most everyone is back from vacation now so things are starting to look up#as long as we don't get a lot of call ins we should be able to get back on track#AND we FINALLY have help coming from other locations which honestly will be a huge help#we just have to get through the next 9 days đ#then it's CRUISE TIME FOR TIFFANY !!!!#lol anon yoh said you wanted to know more about me ... I hope this is what you had in mind rip#ask game#anon#personal stuff
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Pairing Eddie Munson x Fem Reader [friends -> lovers]
Summary: You and Eddie ditch the party of the semester to fall into something you both know is meant to be [fluff, 3k]
A/N This is just fun, fluff, and feels. Felt like a vibe while I was writing it.
The music vibrates through the floor so intensely that Eddie can feel it in his bones. Even in the sunroom where he and a few others have settled. The small space gives sight to the backyard, where people mingle as they smoke, illuminated by string lights combating the nightâs darkness. Those inside the house with him chatter, sing, and toss their heads back in carefree laughter, feet shuffling against the hardwood as they dance.
The entire scene buzzes with the kind of life only Steve Harringtonâs place could ignite on a Friday night. One of these days, he swore he was going to loosen up and allow himself to get swept up in it too.Â
For now, he watches. Eyes flitting to various faces, but always returning to you. If you werenât smiling, you were talking, and the way your lips formed around your words was just as beautiful. The two of you spoke briefly when he first arrived, and he could still feel the delighted hug youâd given him over the fact that he decided to come. He wondered what heâd have to do to make it go away, but good thing he didnât mind the feeling. It was a reminder of how much he wished your nearness could be all his forever.
Longing was a peculiar thing. Selfish in its occupation of his entire being.Â
As Eddie takes another small sip from his drink, something fruity spiked with vodka, The Hair himself saunters up in front of him in a pair of slacks and a Polo sweater. Though rather polished for the occasion, it manages to look fitting on him. His cheeks are a little flushed and the metalhead raises a curious brow as his friend stares down at him with a smirk.Â
Rebel Yell starts pulsing through the stereo as Steve offers him a hand off the couch. They end up weaving their way out back. The fall air is cool, but not all of summerâs warmth has vanished. A few people wave and greet them as they head towards a pair of chaise lounge chairs. Billy Idolâs voice is muffled as it continues thrumming from inside. Grooving bodies are visible through the windows as the party carries on.Â
Steve pulls out a fancy metal cigarette case before they sit, flipping it open with a soft click. Eddie canât help but snort as he relaxes into the chair.Â
Steveâs brows furrow as he slips out a joint and begins lighting it. âWhat?âÂ
Eddie nods to the case in Steveâs lap. âRich people shit.âÂ
Steve takes the first couple puffs before passing the joint to Eddie. âJealous?âÂ
A smile cracks Eddie's face before he takes a drag. The answer is no, he isnât. Once upon a time, jealousy was all he burned with, even though he was Hawkinâs poster child for no fucks given and had every reason to be grateful he wasnât worse off. Grateful for Wayne, that he wasnât in the pen with his deadbeat father, for finally finding solid friends. He had more than he could ask for, and it took growing up to see it.Â
Eddie tips his head back and blows smoke up into the night before giving Steve his turn. What he canât see is that your eyes have fallen on him from inside the house, sparkling and curious as Robin grins by your side.Â
âSo did I save you back there or what?â Steve asks as he ashes the joint onto the ground. âLooked like you were zoning in and out, man.â Thereâs genuine curiosity in his gaze though his tone is playful.Â
Growing up with parents like his, Steve had gotten good at reading people. They vacationed a lot, but still managed to walk around with arc reactors in their chests whenever they were home. Bound to detonate in the wake of the most trivial inconveniences. Sometimes he wished he could shut everyone and their feelings out, but he wouldnât quite be himself then.Â
Eddie runs his ringed fingers through his hair. âJust a bit overwhelmed.âÂ
Steve takes a thoughtful look around. âThese kinda things can be a lot.âÂ
Not even half the faces outside belong to close friends. There was a magic to it, nevertheless. For a few hours, everyone could throw their worries to the wind as Hawkins, Indiana began to feel less like a nowhere town and more like the top of the world. Lord knows Steve didnât mind the distraction.Â
âNot my scene,â Eddie settles on saying. The joint has found its way back into his hand.Â
âEveryoneâs got their escape,â Steve says. âYouâre just too evolved for this one.âÂ
Eddie snorts. âShut up.âÂ
âYet here you are in the flesh,â Steve continues, thinking as Eddie smokes. âYou should tell her how you feel.âÂ
Eddie coughs, lowering the joint from between his lips. âDude. Fuck.âÂ
Steve bites back a smirk as Eddie recovers, extending his hand for the joint. Eddie refuses, taking another drag out of spite, for himself or Steve he isnât sure. A distant swell of giggles makes multiple heads turn towards the back door, where you and Robin file outside. Thereâs an immediate flutter in Eddie's gut as he takes you in, your skirt flowing at your thighs. It takes him a second to realize you two are headed their way.Â
By the time you make it over, Eddie has straightened up. Meanwhile Steve remains unphased. âLadies,â Steve greets. Â
Robin wrinkles her glittery nose at him. âWhy werenât we invited out here?âÂ
Chuckling, he makes room for her on his chair and she plops down beside him. ââCause you hate the way weed makes you feel like youâre going insane.â He leans into her with each word until she pushes him away with a helpless laugh.
âItâs the principle,â she counters.Â
Eddie motions for you to join him and you smile as you take a seat beside him, bumping your shoulder against his in a gentle hello. When he offers you the joint, you shake your head. Steve reaches for it yet again, but Eddie pretends not to notice, taking another drag. A small smile pulls at your lips.Â
âActually, I think I will take a hit.â Eddie doesnât hesitate passing it to you.Â
Rather than indulging, you hand it to Steve, who laughs in victory. Eddie shakes his head, feigning betrayal in a way that earns a laugh out of you. Itâs a sweet, melodic sound. He tries to ignore the way your thigh feels pressed against his, but itâs in vain. Even the vanilla notes of your perfume manage to cloud his mind in the softest way. No matter where he was, if you were near, he would always be painfully aware of your presence.Â
It was your invitation that had driven him to this party in the first place. Although Steveâs invite came first, your insistence made him change his mind and say yes. Sweaty bodies and blaring music wasnât your ideal scene either, but you gave in from time to time and looked good doing so. Earlier that night, Eddie almost hadnât made it through Dancing In the Dark as you and Robin swayed and jumped around like you were alone in your room. There was something about the freeness of the way you moved that made it hard to look away.Â
âMunsonâs been meaning to tell you something,â Steve announces, looking straight at you.
Eddieâs heart drops into his stomach as he glares at Steve. Robin glances between the two of them, brows furrowed as amusement plays on her lips. You hug your arms as a cool breeze rolls through, but youâre more interested in what Eddie has to say than escaping the chill. In meeting your gaze, however, he silently begs you not to entertain the claim. It only piques your curiosity all the more.Â
âAre you gonna spill or what?â Robin prompts.
âThereâs nothing to spill,â Eddie insists, looking down to twist his skull ring.Â
Reaching over into his lap, you gingerly take his hand into yours to slip off that very ring. He doesnât pull away or argue, just watches as a helplessly warm feeling melts down his ribcage. His lips twitch upwards when you put it on your thumb because itâs the only finger big enough. Itâs warm from being against his own skin for so long. Robin and Steve share a brief, knowing look.
âSpeak now or forever hold your peace.â Thereâs hope woven within the lilt of your voice. Eddie chuckles, and you commit the breathy sound to memory as if youâll need it one day more than you do now.Â
Robin slaps her hands against her knees. âWell, itâs getting kinda chilly out here so Iâm gonna head back inside,â she says, rubbing her arms as she stands.Â
âDonât do anything I wouldnât do,â you tease.Â
âIâll stick to something tame like snooping around in Harringtonâs room,â she says as she turns to leave. Steve rolls his eyes.
A comfortable silence settles between the three of you. However, his brows eventually pinch together as he reconsiders Robinâs words. Taking one last drag, he passes the joint back to Eddie.  Â
âShe was joking, Steveâ you assure him, chuckling.Â
âNo she wasnât,â he worries as he stands to jog back into the house. Eddie snickers.Â
With a soft sigh, you lean back onto your hands, looking towards the sky as silence falls again. There are a few clouds visible in the light of the crescent moon, but the stars are everywhere. Like tiny shining freckles peppered against the face of the night. Part of you wonders if heâll talk now.Â
âWhat if the stars have been watching us back our entire lives?â you murmur.Â
Eddieâs brows pinch together as he looks over at you, chest rattling with a startled laugh. âThatâs something to think about.â His eyes are a bit glossier now. âDonât think Iâd mind if that were true.âÂ
You tilt your head, a smile budding on your face. âYou wouldnât mind billions of little eyes observing your day-to-day life?â you ask. âThatâs a pretty big audience.âÂ
A grin eases across his face, half playful, half cocky. âIâm a pretty interesting guy.â
You lift a teasing shoulder, feigning indifference. âYouâre alright.âÂ
Eddie laughs, but a weighted look flickers in his eyes as he studies you, catching the fondness you hadnât tried all that hard to hide. Even with the pleasant buzz beneath his skin and somewhat of a looser mind, he can see it clearly.Â
âHey,â you speak up again. Thereâs a new softness to your voice, something mischievous dancing around the edges. âWanna get outta here?âÂ
Eddie blinks like he canât quite believe youâve asked, but finds himself saying yes anyways.
âąâąâąÂ
Sitting in the passenger seat in his van, you realize you didnât think much further than this. The air smells like him in all the best ways. Pinewood and faint cigarette smoke. As the engine rumbles to life, you shift in your seat and peek over at him, your confidence a distant memory. The radio bursts to life as well, but he quickly reaches out to turn it down. You bite back a smile at the fact that his skull ring is missing from his finger because itâs on yours. Eddie settles in with a sigh, turning to you.Â
âSo,â he says, eyes sparkling and a little red under the glow of the street lights.Â
Thereâs an intensity to the warmth of his gaze. It drives you to hide your face in your hands. Which does nothing to make him disappear, if the way he exhales a chuckle is any indicator. âStop looking at me, I didnât think this far ahead.â Thereâs no real distress in your voice, only giddiness mixed with nerves.Â
âNow I feel like an idiot,â you whine.Â
âWell, youâre not.â He sounds more sincere than the moment calls for. âAnd I donât think Iâm gonna be able to stop looking at you, so I guess weâre both in a pickle.âÂ
âA pickle?â You snort, lowering your hands to meet his gaze. More laughter escapes you. Maybe itâs your body's way of not having to address the implication of his words.Â
Thereâs a flutter in his gut as he watches you. Itâs like old times, back when you were freshmen who stayed up too late laughing over the most ridiculous things. Except now, you were more than the girl who sat beside him in Biology because you thought it was cool he had a tattoo. Youâd grown into a friend, perhaps even more. As composure finds its way back to you, that truth weighs heavy in the small distance between you. Â
Eddie clears his throat. âWe could hang at mine for a bit. Wayneâs at work.â When you donât say anything, he bites the inside of his cheek. âItâs up to you.â Â
âSorry, yeah, that sounds good,â you breathe.Â
Eddie gears the van into drive, only to put it back in park with a heavy exhale. You blink when angles himself to look at you, opening his mouth a few times before speaking.Â
âThere is something I need to tell you,â he admits. âNo way in hell did I ever think weâd be friends, but youâre the raddest person Iâve ever met.â A lump forms in your throat as his words wash over you. âAnd youâre so pretty that sometimes I wonder how every guy in the world isnât giving you whatever you want all the time.âÂ
You can hear your heart in your ears as you say, âMaybe thatâs âcause thereâs only one guy I want in the world.âÂ
âąâąâą
A small sound of surprise rises up your throat when Eddie backs you against his bedroom door. His apology is hushed against your lips as he continues kissing you, hands gentle where they grip at your waist, feeling along your sides. Youâre warm all over as if youâre laid out before the sun, arms hooked around his neck. It hadnât occurred to him how much he wanted to kiss you until you looked at his alarm clock and realized that itâd probably be best if he drove you home. It was well past midnight. Time had escaped you as you talked and laughed.Â
When he does pull away, he studies your face like heâs looking for something. A few seconds pass, and he still doesnât know what for. Perhaps your smile as it shyly appears. You move your hands to cup his face, thumbs stroking his flushed cheeks. Youâve never been close enough to notice he has the faintest freckles over the bridge of his nose. It almost feels like youâre getting a glimpse at sacred markings youâre not supposed to see.Â
Eddie remembers to breathe when you peck his lips again, running your fingers through his hair. His breath is startled out of him, more like. Itâs a wonder his knees havenât buckled beneath him. He wants to kiss you again to see if thatâll finally knock him back down to earth, but instead he exhales the softest sigh over your lips, squeezing your hips to confirm youâre real. Heâs not expecting the sense of guilt that creeps up on him.Â
Your brows pinch together. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âNothing. I just⊠I havenât taken you on a date or bought you flowers.â He swallows. âI swear youâre worth all that, swear Iâm gonna.âÂ
You gently scratch his scalp. âThatâs nothing to worry yourself over.âÂ
Eddie shakes his head. âDonât want you to feel like Iâm just trying to come onto you,â he says. âI like you a lotââ Â
âIf itâs any consolation, Iâve been wanting to kiss you forever too.â Your voice sounds braver than you feel.Â
A smile breaks across his face as he rests his forehead against yours. âWell, thatâs maddening news.âÂ
Humming, you kiss him again, delicately running your tongue along his lips so he shivers. âWhere are we gonna go?â you breathe, clarifying when he makes a soft, confused sound, âFor our first date.â With the way you continue kissing him, he assumes you donât really want an answer, that youâre trying to drive him crazy on purpose.Â
His mind changes when you gently push his chest so he knows to pull away. He listens immediately, eyes dazed.Â
âMaybe the arcade,â you supply, toying with the hem of his shirt. âOr a picnic by the lake.â Your hands slip under his shirt, gracing the skin of his lower stomach, your touch sending a rush of heat through him faster than any high ever could.Â
Youâre not trying to be suggestive, itâs more exploratory. A shared thrill in finally being able to touch him how youâve wanted for so long. Eddieâs hands remain at your waist, grounding him even as he feels his resolve starting to slip.Â
As much as he wants to indulge a step further, maybe even several, he holds himself back. It might be old-fashioned, but he wants to do this right, do a bit of course correction. He can almost hear Uncle Wayneâs voice from those lazy afternoons of his younger years, talking about life and how to treat a lady.Â
âNext Friday,â he says, staring into your eyes intently. âItâll be nice. Iâll surprise you,â he promises, taking your hands in his, relishing their softness, their warmth. His skull ring is still on your thumb.Â
âReally?â Your smile is unabashed.Â
He nods, a grin creeping onto his face. âItâs a date.âÂ
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Jokes In The Cloud (Carlos Sainz x Comedian!Reader)
No Face Claim. All the pictures are from Pinterest.
CONGRATULATIONS TO CARLOS ON WINNING HIS SECOND GP THIS SEASON!!
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punchlineprincess Vacationing with the people who get on my nerve the most
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{Reader's POV}
The gears in my head my turning, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I still had to refine my script; I was sure I could do it if I have a few hours. "Sweetheart, dinner's ready" my dad called out from the bedroom door. "Dad, I have to leave" I stated. "To where?" my dad asked, walking in. "You know that Netflix special I was gonna film" I began, he nodded along, "well, they want to film it on Monday" I finished. "That's in a day" he stated. "2, since it's in New York" I explained. "Cassidy will send me my tickets, but I think I'll be leaving now" I spoke. "Sorry about ditching the family trip. I know how important it was for you" I mumbled. "It's okay, darling. This is bigger. This will catapult you to fame like you always wanted, I mean I'm already so proud of you but this is still bigger" he explained trying to calm me. "Me and your mum will help you pack, come on" he said and called my mum.
The two of them helped me pack my bags. He explained how my Netflix special would be filmed soon and I would be leaving soon to everyone. All my younger cousins and nieces and nephews were so excited. Cassidy sent me the tickets. I made sure to pack everything while my mum fed me, it was chaos in the best way possible. "I'll be leaving now" I hugged my parents good bye. "Can't wait to watch it" my aunt spoke patting my back. "Mention us" one of my younger cousin's spoke. "I'll try" I laughed. My niece kissed my cheek wishing me good bye. My nephew wasn't ready to let me go yet, my brother had to pull him off me.
I waved good bye as the taxi left the resort, my family waving back as I disappeared. The ride to the airport was short, I was too busy going through my material to notice when I reached the airport. I paid the taxi driver and hauled my luggage to the check-in desk. The person behind it, checked me in and I was headed to immigration. This was the first time I noticed that I was sitting first class. When did my manager have this kind of money to book first class. I'd have to bring it up with her once I had the time.
I got done with all the formality and headed to the waiting area, where I spent my time going through my script and tweaking it ever so often. I downed a RedBull to try to align myself to New York time, so that I can combat the jet lag.
As the speaker's announced the boarding for my flight, I grabbed all my stuff with the plan to finish it up on the plane. The air-host lead me to my seat. I noticed a man sat on the seat next to mine, he looked an awful lot familiar, until it hit me that it was Carlos Sainz; my heart started pounding. I walked up to my seat, put my luggage away and sat down. My hands were shaking by the time I sat down, pulling my laptop out. I started typing away with shaky hands. "Is that a script?" a voice came from beside me. I turned around to find Carlos with his head turned, trying to figure out what's written. "Yeah, I'm a comedian, this is a script for my show" I tried to speak as confidently and calmly as possible. "That's cool. I'm Carlos, Carlos Sainz" he introduced himself. "I'm Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N" I shook his hand. "I'm a Formula One driver, maybe you'e heard about me" he further elaborated. I know, I've been obsessed with you for years, my poor brother has to listen to me talk about you for hours after every race, analysing the whole race. I have a fan account called carloslover, were the thoughts running through my head. "Yeah, I must've heard about Formula One some where" I said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Well it's nice to meet you" Carlos said. "It's nice to meet you too" I said with a smile. "I'll let you get back to your work" Carlos said pointing at my laptop.
I spent a couple more minutes working on it before I was disturbed by Carlos, not like I was complaining; "I'm sorry but I'm kind of curious about what the script your working on is about" Carlos spoke slowly. "I'm filming a Netflix special in New York. So, I'm fine tuning my script" I chuckled. "Oh, sorry for disturbing you" Carlos replied sheepishly. Damn, he looked so cute, I caught myself fawning at him. "Ah, it's nothing." I quickly looked away, "I love when people are interested in what I do" I smiled. "Then, I will continue to annoy you a bit" he laughed. "Be my guest" I smiled back.
A few more tweaks and a good hour later, I was able to close the laptop, happy with the script I had at hand. "I'm guessing you're done" Carlos chimed in. "I am" I said stretching a little. "Maybe you could practice a bit with me" Carlos suggested. "I do want to practice my crowd work" I thought out loud.
"So, Carlos are you really a full time driver or a model? I can't really tell" I said. Carlos's face turned red, "Is this how you do crowd work?" he trailed. "I, no, can't let the opportunity to flirt with a man as handsome as you go" I smirked. Carlos's blush only deepened, "So, I'm special" he laughed. "Obviously" I shrugged. "If it's anything, I thought you were a model and not a comedian" he retorted. "I get that a lot. But doesn't work in my profession when people don't think pretty people tell good jokes" I retorted back. "I've never heard any of your jokes, but I'm sure you're funny since Netflix wants you" Carlos said. "Hope so" I said holding up my hands with crossed fingers.
I felt like the time flew by, as Carlos kept me company. Just as the flight was about to land; "Will I see you again?' Carlos asked hopefully. "You could, if I had your number" I remarked. Carlos pulled his phone out and handed it to me. I put my number in and called myself. "I'll see you soon." I winked as I saved Carlos's number. "Can't wait" Carlos replied, smiling at me as we grabbed our luggage to leave.
Cassidy was waiting for me as I exited the airport. "I'm so sorry, I should've checked my emails" she apologised grabbing my bag. "It's fine, let's go. I'm exhausted" I replied grabbing my bag back. We caught an uber back to the hotel. I rehearsed my script with Cassidy for the next few hours, trying not to memorise it so it would sound genuine.
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punchlineprincess Done filming my first special, can't wait for it to airđ„čđ„č
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punchlineprincess Joked my way into his lifeđ«Łđ«Ł
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punchlineprincess I may have gone overboard for the premier at homeđ„Čđ
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After the race win celebrations on the podium and the team, after the interviews when I finally got him all to myself; "I'm so proud of you baby" I whispered as I pressed a kiss on his lips. "I'm so happy you got to see me win" Carlos mumbled not letting go. "I can't believe instead of watching you on TV I got to watch you in real life" I said pulling away. "I don't know why you lied to me when we met" Carlos laughed. "Well I couldn't tell you I'm @ carloslover on Instagram and Twitter and I've been in love with you since you debuted" I laughed. "I think I wouldn't have paid much attention since you're so pretty" Carlos smiled running his hands down my sides to rest on my waist. "Well I'm a Carlos lover and I am Carlos's lover. It's a win win" I smiled, "You and I both, princessa, you and I both" Carlos captured my lips in another, yet steamy kiss pulling me closer so my body was touching his, "You are all sticky and smell of champagne", I mumbled against his lips trying to pull away but Carlos pulled me closer, "No" he muttered and continued kissing me. He walked back to sit on the couch pulling me down with him, straddling his lap. He pulled me closer, our bodies touching, his hands roaming mine before they found home on my ass. We pulled away slightly breathless but Carlos than started his assault on my neck, sucking on my sweet spot near my collar bone while pushing me down on his lap. I could feel him grow under me. I pushed him away, "Nope" I said firmly. "No?" he asked cocking his head to the right with his big brown puppy eyes, "We're not doing it here. Let's get back to the hotel, maybe after you smell a little less like alcohol, I'll think about it" I said getting up. "Y/N" he whined holding my hands as I stood in front of him. "Not even for today's race winner" he pouted. "No. Baby, this is your work place. I will do anything and everything you want but out of the paddock" I said. "The car?" Carlos perked up. "Carlos, darling, we'll be on the headline tomorrow reading Carlos Sainz Jr knows how to celebrate his win in Mexico with girlfriend in his black Ferrari" I said. "Fine, Let's go back soon. I can't wait" he humphed before going to change out of his race suit. "I love you" I called out. "También te amo" he called back.
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falling for you | op81
oscar piastri x fem!reader
summary: you and oscar should be more than just friends, but neither of you realize it until youâre on vacation⊠and his girlfriend is there, too.
word count: 2,956
warnings: angsty moments
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PART TWO
shoutout to my dream journal- i got this idea from a dream i had in 2021. also disclaimer, i love lily, sheâs so sweet. weâre pretending that oscar is dating someone else here ok thanks <33
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For the first time in your life, you were regretting taking a vacation, and it was all Oscar Piastriâs fault.
Your family and the Piastris had been going on vacation together for as long as you could remember, and youâve been best friends with Oscar for just as long. He was in the background of every defining moment of your life. He could say the same about youâ best friends forever.
And then, like the idiot you are, you went and fell in love with him. You couldnât exactly pinpoint how, or why, or when; all you knew was that you woke up on the second day of your vacation, walked into the kitchen, saw him pouring himself a bowl of cereal, and it hit you like a damn truck.
âGood morning, sweetie,â your mom says, barely noticing your slightly panicked expression as you realized that you were very much in love with your best friend.
âMorning,â you mumble back, unable to tear your eyes away from Oscar.
He notices you staring at him, your eyes as wide as saucers, and frowns. âYou okay? Thereâs still some of this in the box, I saved it for you.â
Great. Of course he has to be so thoughtful all the time.
âYeah, âm fine. Thanks, Osc.â You squeeze his arm as you pass by. He smiles at you, like he always does when you do that, and you want to die a little.
Especially when his girlfriend enters the room.
Itâs the first time either of you have a significant other during your annual vacation time, and while you had aggressively lobbied against it (Oscar obviously had no clue), your parents and his parents had agreed to let her come. You were furious about it for weeks and couldnât figure out why.
Well, now you know.
You canât even enjoy your cereal, especially not when she kisses Oscar for everyone to see and then makes direct eye contact with you and smirks when heâs not looking. So, you decide to spend the entire day completely Oscar-less, as much as you wish you could just have him all to yourself like you always do when youâre here.
The thing is, youâve never liked his girlfriend, obvious reasons aside. Even before Oscar started dating her, youâd never gotten along with her. It was like she had a personal vendetta against you, and always tried her hardest to be touchy with Oscar whenever she saw that you were in her line of sight. The most infuriating part is that literally no one else ever notices her behavior except you. Not even Oscar, your so-called best friend. Normally, youâd go to him to vent about something like this, because heâs always understood you in ways that no one else ever will. Now heâs the last person you can go to.
It sucks. Youâre angry at your parents, his parents, and especially him for asking if he could bring her along in the first place.
You end up spending your entire morning and most of the afternoon at the beach. You donât put on enough sunscreen because thereâs no one there to make sure you use the proper amount. You hate getting sunburn, but youâd take that over seeing Oscar with his girlfriend. By the time you get back to the rental, everyone is off doing their own thing. Your parents are putting together a puzzle in the living room. Oscarâs parents have the door to their room shut, and you can hear the TV playing. You donât have the courage to go looking for Oscar himselfâ once you see that heâs not in your shared room, you know that heâs either out or in his girlfriendâs room. Either way, you donât want to know.
That was another thing that makes you wish this vacation never happened: Oscar had been allowed to bring his girlfriend, but the only condition was that the two of them had to sleep in separate rooms. That meant the two of you shared a room like always, but that didnât mean he didnât take every possible chance he could to go to hers, meaning youâre alone most of the time.
You might as well just pack up and walk home to save yourself the struggle of five more days.
It doesnât seem like anyone is around to hear, so you let out a loud, frustrated groan as you flop back onto your bed. You look to your right, past Oscarâs bed, at the flowy curtains hanging in front of the doors that lead to the deck outside. One of the doors is ajar, and the slight breeze makes the curtains flap gently.
âYou okay, sweetie?â Of course your mom heard you from all the way down the hall.
âYeah,â you reply in a way that makes it very obvious that youâre not okay.
âAh, I know that tone.â Your mom says, crossing the room to sit at the foot of your bed. âYou need a boyfriend. You wouldnât be this mopey if you had someone here with you, too.â
Like Oscar does. âYouâre telling me,â you scoff bitterly. âI guess Iâll try a little harder for next year.â
âWell, are there any boys youâre interested in?â She asks, rubbing your leg comfortingly.
âI donât know,â you mumble, turning your head away from her so she canât get a perfect view of your face heating up as you think about your best friend.
She hums. âYeah, I knew it.â
âKnew what?â
âItâs Oscar, isnât it?â
You cover your face with your hands. âUgh! Leave now, and we can pretend this conversation never happened.â
âNice try.â Your mom pries your hands away and gives you a look. âI just donât think itâs the best idea that you like Oscar. He doesnât exactly have the most stable lifestyle.â
âHe doesnât need stability, heâs rich.â You shoot back. âI donât even care about that, Mom. Iâm not exactly interested in him because of his lifestyle.â You consider not saying it, but youâll feel better getting it off your chest. âAnd his girlfriend is a bitch.â
âYouâre right,â your mom says, and you canât believe what youâre hearing. âI hate his girlfriend. Iâve always thought that youâre much better suited for him.â
âNo kidding. Known him his whole life, everyone thought we were dating growing up, weâve gone through just about everything together. I guess that simply doesnât compare to the girl heâs known for five whole months.â Youâre being snarky now, and you canât find it in you to care. It should be you dating Oscar.
Everyone else seems to think so except him.
Your mom laughs, but in a way that you know that she agrees with you, as childish as youâre being. She continues to rub your leg, and the comforting motion has your eyes drooping. The stress of your newfound feelings and the warmth of the sun on your skin is more than enough to tire you out.
âNap time?â She asks eventually, and you nod slowly.
âMhmm.â
âIâll come wake you up before dinner.â She kisses the top of your head, gets up, and then says something that has you wide awake. âHey, Oscar. Sheâs sleeping.â
âAh, okay. Iâll be quiet.â You hate the calming effect his voice has on you, even though now just looking at him has sent your heart racing.
One of them shuts the door, and shortly after you can feel the bed dipping under Oscarâs weight as he lays down next to you.
âHey,â he whispers. âMissed you.â
I missed you more. Jerk.
âI know youâre awake,â he continues. âBut you donât have to talk to me.â
Good.
âI guess I deserve the silent treatment.â
Your resolve cracks a little, because he sounds genuinely upset. As much as you want to, you donât open your eyes, but you do turn around to face him and move closer in the process. You can smell the faint traces of his cologne, and you have to fight a sigh of contentment. Damn him for always making you feel so safe. Besides, youâre a little cold now thanks to the air conditioning.
Your eyes nearly fly open in shock when he wastes no time in pulling you closer so youâre properly cuddled into his side and puts his arm around you. He lets out a breath, like heâs relieved, before he moves around a little and leans his head against yours.
The logical side of you is screaming to quit the sleeping facade and confront him right here and now about this rather intimate behavior, but the side of you that just discovered the strong feelings you harbor for your best friend tells you to just play along and enjoy whatever alone time you have with him. Itâs not hard to pick which side to listen to.
The two of you stay this way for so long you start falling asleep again, and it only gets worse when he starts rubbing your back. It starts out very subtle; at first, his fingertips just move up and down along the fabric of your shirt. He stops for a moment, like heâs considering the outcomes of his actions, and then flattens his palm against your back and continues the up and down motion. You bury your head in his chest, mostly to hide the fact that youâre turning red but also because you just want to be closer to him. He hums a little when you do it, and you have to stop yourself from weighing the logistics of whether or not you could get away with kissing him right here and now.
You have to fight the urge to sleep, wanting to soak in every moment of his strange but welcome actions. Maybe this is all just an elaborate dreamâ either way, youâre not going to sleep through it.
The sound of him sighing again catches your attention, but youâre entirely brought back to reality when he starts moving.
You fully give up. You donât want him to go, so you say his name quietly and look up at him.
He sits up a little to look back at you, and you reach up to smooth away the crease between his eyebrows with your thumb. âWeâre on vacation. Youâre supposed to be having fun.â
âSo are you.â He points out.
Of course heâs picked up on it.
âItâs complicated.â
âTalk to me,â he encourages, shifting so he can keep you close. His little polite cat smile nearly has you spilling your guts to him about how much you wish you were the one he was kissing in front of everyone.
You press your lips together. âI⊠I canât, Osc.â
You always hate his crestfallen expression, but you hate it more when youâre the cause of it.
âYou can talk to me about anything, you know that right?â
âI know,â you reassure him. âJust⊠not this. Anything but this.â
He hums again, but not in the happy way that he did before when you were practically trying to crawl into his skin. This is more like a hum of concentration.
You have a moment of hope, thinking that maybe heâll just let it go, but you know your best friend better than that. It doesnât change your shock when he speaks again.
âOkay. I think I know what this is about.â
âI seriously doubt you do.â You canât help but laugh a little. How could he possibly know about something that you yourself only just discovered?
He gives you a specific look then, a look that you have always despised being on the receiving end of. Itâs a look that tells you heâs expecting you to explain yourself and see if heâs right. He usually is right, which only makes it worse.
âNo.â You shake your head, starting to try and find a way to get up. âNo, Oscar, donât make me say it.â
He isnât having it though: his arm stays snug around you, and he puts one of his legs between both of yours, hooking his ankle around yours so you canât escape.
âOscar,â you whine. âNo fair, with your stupid reflexes.â
He whines your name back in the same exact tone. âShouldnât try to get away from me, then.â
You let out a groan of frustration. âIâm not telling you anything.â
Someone walks out into the hallway, and the sound of the footsteps coming towards your room makes the both of you freeze. The two of you are in a rather precarious position, with your limbs tangled and Oscar practically on top of you. Not that you necessarily mind, but if anyone walked in right now, eyebrows would be raised.
Oscar seems to be thinking along the same lines as you, meeting your wide-eyed stare with his own but not making any effort to move away. It clicks in your head at that exact moment, just as it did in the morning when you walked into the kitchen.
He does know.
âHow?â You whisper, too wrapped up in your disbelief to even be embarrassed.
âI know you better than anyone,â he whispers back, head whipping towards the closed door when you hear a creak, like someoneâs weight is shifting on the floor.
The footsteps recede. You both let out a breath, turning to face each other again. Youâre close. Too close. Close enough that you could count his eyelashes if you wanted to.
You remember the last time you were this close to himâ you were both 14, playing hide and seek at midnight at a friendâs birthday party. Heâd accidentally chosen the same hiding place as you, a desk with a rolling chair in front of it, and youâd been forced to squish together underneath the desk in order to conceal yourselves well enough. You were mad that he chose the same spot as you because it raised the likelihood of being found, and heâd just giggled at you every time you glared at him. You remember how much you loved his giggle, and how youâd wondered what it would be like to kiss his smile.
Well. You really have been in love with him this whole time.
You want nothing more than to crawl under the bed and stay there for the rest of the vacation so you donât have to look him in the eye. You never want to speak to him again. You want to tell him everything. You want to push him away. You want to hold him closer.
âTell me I didnât ruin our friendship.â Is all you can think to say, and Oscar reacts immediately, brushing your hair out of your face and hugging you tightly.
âHoney, you could never ruin this.â He presses his nose into your hair, brushes his lips against your head. âIâm sorry.â
âYouâre not the one who should be sorry,â you grumble into his chest.
He doesnât answer, instead choosing to alternate between playing with the ends of your hair and drawing shapes on your shoulder with his fingers. Heâs always been affectionate with you, but this is a whole new level, and your overthinking has you worried that youâll lose it entirely as soon as the two of you have to leave this room and face the reality of the situation. You close your eyes, trying your hardest to soak up every little detail of this moment in the event that you never get another like it.
You know Oscar thinks youâre asleep when, much to your dismay (and maybe his, too), he gets up and gently lays you back against your pillow.
âI really shouldnât be doing this,â you hear him say, and then you feel his lips press firmly against your temple, his hand leaving the most featherlight touch on your cheek. âIâm sorry, baby.â
The soft material of a blanket covers your body, and the door opens and shuts. Your tears waste no time in soaking into the pillowcase.
Youâre regretting this vacation, but it isnât Oscarâs fault.
Heâs not the one who fell in love with the one person he canât have.
Things change, but not at all in the way you expect. Oscar still throws an arm around you for every picture and hoists you onto his back without hesitation for the obligatory piggyback photo that has been a vacation tradition since forever. His girlfriend still looks at you like youâre the pebble she canât get out of her shoe, but for every dirty look and intentional display of affection, Oscar is there to make up for it. He goes to the beach with you and makes sure that you apply enough sunscreen, he goes to the amusement park with you even though he hates most of the rides, he takes you to breakfast at the risk of his girlfriend throwing a fit when you get back. She does, but he doesnât care. He does it every year, and he tells you that heâd be damned if he didnât keep up with it.
Maybe he pities you. It doesnât matter. You can live with never even having a chance with the boy you think youâve always wanted something more with, so long as you can continue to call him your best friend.
He leaves for his next race on the last day of vacation, and his girlfriend goes with him. You support him from home. He calls you every single day.
Oscar has never been able to go more than 24 hours without hearing your voice. Heâs never been able to fully express just how much he needs you, and now he has to face the obstacle of breaking up with his girlfriend before he can even try.
note: this fic was low key my personal everest and i changed the ending at the last second because i hate angst. if anyone is interested in a part two, let me know because iâd be happy to write it at some point!
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blondes do it better || joe burrow x reader
description: a little morning moment before the first day of training campÂ
a/n: look at me writing a bleach buzz joe fic LMAO. this is a little something i wrote for you all (very unplanned) inspired by todayâs content and with some help from my anons and @joeys-babe! enjoy!
word count: 3.9k
warnings: language, smut (a little BJ moment, nothing crazy)
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July 24th, 2024
Sunlight slowly peeked through the curtains of your bedroom as you looked over at the alarm clock, the time reading 5:30 AM. Normally, you wouldnât be up this early in the morning but considering today was the first day of Bengals Training Camp, you wanted to squeeze in some 1 on 1 time with Joe before he had to get up and leave. His alarm would go off in about half an hour, so you were determined to get in all your cuddles and kisses that youâd miss the entire day. It was amazing having Joe around more this first half of the year, even though the reason for it wasnât particularly good.Â
You both made the most of the extended time you had together with various trips and vacations (joe finally getting a proper tan this year because of how much sun you both had been absorbing) and joining Joe on his new ventures such as Paris Fashion Week & speaking at events in Cannes, but now you both were ready for things to go back to normal. It was a nice few months of taking it easy and enjoying life a little more but normal for you both was football. It had been your normal since high school and you missed it.Â
You looked over at Joe, watching his steady breathing and listening to his soft snores for a few moments before he started to move around; his natural body clock probably began waking him up before his alarm as usual.Â
You moved your covers down and gently moved on top of Joe, placing one leg on either side of his hips as you moved your hair out of your face. You leaned down and started pressing lazy kisses along his jawline before you felt two hands grab your waist and pull you back up.Â
âMy favorite way of being woken up,â he said, giving you a sleepy smile.
âMorning, Quarterback,â you said as you rubbed the skin under his eyes.
âMorning, Y/N,â he mumbled, his sleepiness evident by his tone. âAny particular reason why you woke me up half an hour before my alarm?â he said, his eyebrow shooting up out of suspicion.
âWell, todayâs the first day of camp and I wonât really get to see you a lot these next few days since youâre going to be locked in,â you said, your smile dropping. âI just wanted some âusâ time before you left,â.â
âAw, is someone going to miss me,â Joe teased as he ran his hands up and down your sides.
Joe was expecting you to reply with some witty response, but all he got from you was silence and the image of your eyes getting glossy.Â
âHey, Hey. Iâm just joking,â he said as his tone switched to concern.
âNo, I know,â you said as you dropped your shoulders. âI donât know why Iâm being a baby about this since I practically shoved you out the door on the first day of OTAâs,â you laughed, your smile coming back at the memory.Â
âOTAâs were the tip of the iceberg to be fair. Training Camp, then Pre-Season, and before you know it youâre out on the field week 1,â he sighed. âReally gotta focus now,â.
âIt all happens so fast,â you nodded. âBut thatâs good since we thrive when thereâs football consistently in our lives,â.
âAre you excited though?â you asked as you rubbed his chest with your palms.
âAbsolutely. I feel really good and I canât wait to see how it translates to the field. And Iâm really looking forward to working with the younger guys,â he said.
âI just know theyâre going to be so excited to get out there with you. Youâve always made everyone feel welcomed and seen, even in high school you did the same,â you smiled.Â
Joe bit his lip and said, âI still canât believe youâre not sick of this life. I mean youâve been a football playerâs girlfriend since high school and have dealt with so much shit over the years,â.
âI have no idea how or why you do it,â he said as he shook his head. Joe knew how much his life affected yours and he oftentimes felt bad with how much stuff youâve had to deal with since you were teenagers. Even though he physically couldnât live without you, he sometimes thought that youâd be better off without him for your own sake as your life would be drama-free with him out of the picture.Â
Since you and Joe had been together since High School, you had quite literally been a part of his football journey since Day 1. As his popularity increased once he came into the NFL, the amount of things you dealt with increased too. Before the only football-related concerns you had were if Joe had eaten something after practice, did his homework, or studied for his tests so that he wouldnât fall behind in school, and that your Friday nights were cleared so you could sit in the bleachers and watch him play.Â
Now your football-related concerns were making sure Joe wasnât pushing himself too hard at the risk of injury, making sure that he wasnât hurt (even a bruise or bump) after a game, dealing with a plethora of comments and negativity about Joe (sometimes even yourself), and making sure that everything was good at home since that was the only place he could relax. It was a lot for you to deal with, mentally and physically, and sometimes you even wondered if it was all worth it. Football life was like a rollercoaster, really high moments that made everything so much more exciting and really low moments that made you feel like you hit a brick wall.
But when you looked at Joe, you remembered why you did it and what all this was truly worth. It was worth it because you had the best possible person by your side and you two had built a life together which was a little chaotic, but incredibly fulfilling and filled with a kind of love you couldnât put into words. You wouldnât trade anything for this, no matter how rough it got. Youâd never give this up.Â
âYou,â you smiled. âYouâre the reason I do it. Because you are the single most important person in my life and I love you,â you add as you lean down to kiss him, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek as he melts against your soft lips.Â
âI donât know what Iâd do without you,â he grinned as he pulled away from your lips.Â
âAnd you wonât have to know since Iâm not going anywhere,â you smiled as you moved your left hand to his view, showing off the very beautiful and very new engagement ring he put on your ring finger.Â
âI love you,â he said as he pecked your lips a few times.Â
You smiled against his lips before coming back up, one of his hands settling on your hips again while the other moved to the top of his head, a laugh escaping your lips as you watched him attempt to run his fingers through his hair.
âWhat are you laughing at?â he asked with a little laugh.
âYour hair,â you laughed, this time even harder as you had a funny thought pop up in your head. âI still cannot believe you did that,â.
Flashback to a few days agoÂ
You were lounging on the couch, scrolling through your favorite shopping app as you were doing some retail therapy to brighten your mood after having an awful migraine earlier, and were waiting for Joe to get home after his routine hair trim.Â
You heard the garage door open, not bothering to turn around since you knew it was Joe. You listened to him move around the kitchen, probably trying to see what was for dinner before you heard his footsteps getting closer to the couch.
You put your iPad to the side, closed your eyes, and tilted your head up, anticipating a kiss from Joe.
âHey,â he said, bending over against the back of the couch to kiss you.
âHi,â you smiled, your eyes still closed as you were anticipating one more kiss, which you anticipated correctly. You then opened your eyes, expecting to be met with a freshly trimmed Joe, but instead, your eyes widened and your mouth fell open.
âAHH!â you screamed as you jumped off the couch, your blanket flying off your body at your jumbled movement.Â
âWhat?â Joe asked, his eyes widening and feeling incredibly confused.
âYour HAIR,â you screamed as you ran back over to the couch, kneeling on it and grabbing his head. âWhat the fuck happened to your hair,â you said as you brushed your hands over the spikey buzzcut that was bleached platinum blonde.Â
âSurprise,â he laughed as he grabbed your wrists and lowered them. âYou like it? I got bored and felt like changing it up,â.
âChanging it up is getting a different kind of fade on the sides or something. Your hair is gone,â you laughed in amusement, your brain not registering the fact that his hair was practically gone and whatever was left was the color of a snowball. âAnd you didnât even tell me,â you scoffed.Â
âGotta keep everyone on their toes. Even my beautiful fiancee,â he winked. âBesides, it feels kind of symbolic in a way? Like letting go of everything that happened last season and turning a new page,â.Â
âSee thatïżœïżœïżœs the reasoning I can get behind, not the âI was Boredâ excuse,â you said, rolling your eyes.
âBut do you like it?â he asked again.
You looked at him carefully for a few seconds, assessing the new look he had. Well, it wasnât all new. âIâm getting major deja vu right now from the blonde even though this is a bit more platinum than high school,â recalling his original blonde look during your high school days.Â
âYeah?â he laughed.
âBlondes definitely do it better from what I can recall from our adolescence,â you winked, remembering all those times youâd sneak away with Joe for a quick moment before he had practice or after a game. Even back then you couldnât contain yourself around each other, just one flash of those signature bedroom eyes and you were both sneaking back to his car.Â
âGod, do you remember all those times weâd sneak away during practice? Iâm surprised we never got caught,â he laughed.
âThat blonde hair woke something up inside of me,â you sighed. âI remember coming home after one of the games with a limp and my parents thought I fell or something,â you said as you covered your face with your hands to hide the embarrassment.Â
âDamn, we really havenât changed since high school have we?â he said, biting his lip.Â
âNot one bit,â you shook your head. âI do like that youâre channeling some of that Athens luck for this season since you dyed it when we won the district championship. This is def a manifestation tactic,â you said as you cupped his face and turned his head to the side to get a good look at the hair again.Â
âKeep talking,â he said as he leaned in more, a sheepish grin on his face.Â
âThe buzzcut may take a bit of getting used to,â you say as he nods in agreement.Â
âThe blonde does help make it not look super âfresh out of jail-yâ though,â you chuckle as you watch him eagerly waiting for your opinion, an adorable smile on his face as he looks at you with all the love in the world.Â
âBut, I will say,â you say as you give him a slow once-over, the increased muscle on his body, his tan skin, and now this bleached buzzcut which you were honestly loving, was making him even hotter than he was ever before which you thought was impossible. âYou still look as hot as ever and I would still drop to my knees at any given moment,â you said, leaning in even closer so that you were just inches from his lips.Â
âReally?â he smirked.
âMhmmm. Welcome back Slim Shady, Iâve missed you,â you said as you felt Joe reach out and grab you, easily throwing you over his shoulders.
âJoe,â you laughed, not even a single bit surprised since he manhandled you like this quite often. âPut me downnnn,â.
âNope,â he said as he walked over to the stairs leading upstairs. âWe gotta make sure that blondes still do it better. The last time I was blonde was over 5 years ago,â he said as he patted your ass.
âAnd what if they donât?â you grin. âYou gonna wash it out?â.
âHmm, I think Iâll try Orange hair if thatâs the case,â he joked while he walked up the stairs with you hanging off his shoulder. âIt fits the team aesthetic too and gingers are known to be wild and crazy. One can only imagine how that translates to the bedroomâ.Â
Your mouth fell open, âUm, absolutely not!â you yelled as he walked into the bedroom, his laughter filling the room as you went on about how you forbid him from doing anything else to his hair as it was sad enough that you couldnât pull on the strands or twirl your fingers through them during the activity that was about to happen once he laid you down on the bed.Â
End of FlashbackÂ
âYou look like an egg,â you added as you continued to laugh at him, his smile turning into a grimace.Â
âAn egg? Wow,â he scoffed as he pretended to be offended by the comment.
âA very hot, sexy, delicious egg,â you said as you leaned down again and started pressing kisses to his neck, his frown slowly turning back into a smile as you showered him with kisses, unknowingly grinding against his crotch while you were at it and you didnât notice until you felt him grip your waist tighter and a hardness prodding underneath you.
You immediately pulled away, trying to prevent that from happening because you knew that today was a big day for him and this was not the way to start it off.Â
âY/N, come on,â he sighed. âA quickie wonât hurt,â.
âAbsolutely not. Itâs the first day of camp, I canât send you out there already tired and slightly worked out,â you said as you crossed your arms.Â
âPlease,â he pleaded with that adorable pout that always made you cave. âYou can be on top,â.
âNope,â you shook your head. âYou always say that I can do all the work but you end up doing most of it anyway,â.
âI wonât this time, I swear,â he blinked.Â
You bit your lip as you thought about it for a few moments. You felt bad about leaving him hanging but you also didnât want to make him use his energy on this when he could be using it on the field.Â
You took a deep breath and said, âOkay, we can compromise,â.Â
âIâm listening,â he said as he moved his hands to your thighs.
âIâll give you some super sloppy world-class head and then we can finish this after practice if youâre not too tired,â you offered.Â
He stared into your beautiful eyes for a few seconds before smiling, âDeal,â.
You immediately leaned down and captured his lips in a messy kiss before moving down his body, kissing his chest through his t-shirt as you got a glimpse of the clock, noticing that you didnât have a lot of time before his alarm went off.
âShit, gotta make this quick,â you mumbled as you moved further down his body.
You quickly pulled his shorts down and then his boxers, allowing his erect cock to spring out, precum pooling at the tip. You grabbed his erection, giving him a few pumps before sliding your tongue down the side, Joeâs hips jerking at the contact.Â
âSettle down,â you softly reminded him as you looked up.
Your lips parted around his cock as you slowly twirled your tongue around the tip, moving down the length of his shaft inch by inch. You heard Joe groan before feeling his hand on the back of your head, his fingers playing with the strands of your hair as he struggled to hold in his moans.
âF-Fuck,â he moaned as you slid all the way down, his tip hitting the back of your throat which made you shudder.Â
You then released him from your mouth, pumping his cock a few more times before leaning down again, sucking and licking your way down his shaft. You began to bob your head up and down his length, sounds of pleasure leaving his lips as you started to send him to heaven.Â
âJesus, Baby, You feel so good,â he groaned as he gently pushed your head further down. You wrapped one of your hands around him, jerking him off with your hand as you continued to suck him off, your eyes watering at the pressure you were feeling but also the pleasure.Â
You looked up at him, making direct eye contact as you continued to suck him off which you knew drove him crazy. You watched as he threw his head back against the pillow as a result of your fingers gently playing with his balls, his grip on your hair getting tighter as the sounds coming from his lips got louder. You could tell that he was inching closer to his release by the way his cock was twitching in your mouth.Â
âFuck,â he moaned as he jerked his hips again, which made you stop.Â
âBaby, please,â he panted as he watched you come back up.
âStop moving your hips so much,â you laughed you went back to pumping his cock with your hand, once again leaning down and twirling your tongue around the head before taking him in your mouth, this time setting a hungry pace as you knew he was close. Your manicured nails dug into his thighs as you tried to keep yourself together, the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat sending you to the point of tears.Â
A few moments later, you felt him twitch inside your mouth again, this time feeling hot spurts of his cum fill your mouth as you slowed down your movements, whimpers and moans leaving Joeâs lips as you looked up and watched his heaving chest, and closed eyes.Â
âY/N..â he whispered.Â
You released him from your mouth, swallowing every last bit of his cum and lapping at his dick to make sure you did, before moving off of him and pulling his boxers and shorts back up. You wiped your chin and mouth with the back of your hand before lying back down next to him, pressing a few gentle kisses to his cheek as he came down from his high.Â
âBetter now?â you asked him when he turned his head to meet your eyes.
âYouâre the best,â he said, giving you a lazy smile. âI feel bad for leaving you hanging though,â.
âItâs okay,â you sighed. âI can have some solo fun with the shower head when youâre gone,â you teased, his mouth dropping at the words you just said.
âKiddinggg,â you laughed as you stuffed your head into the crook of his neck. âIâll wait for you to come back; if youâre not too tired obviously,â.
He moved his hand to the back of your head, playing with your hair before gently sliding it down to your neck as he pressed a few kisses to your forehead. âIâll make sure to save some energy for you,â.
âThanks, Slim Shiesty,â you teased.
âW- What did you just call me?â Joe asked as he pulled your head from his neck.
âSlim Shiesty,â you smiled. âItâs only fitting after you did this,â you chuckled as you rubbed the top of his blonde head.
âI forgot how many Eminem references Iâll be getting from now on,â he whined.
âI cannot wait to see the internet write think pieces about your new hair,â you giggled.
âGod, and I forgot that I owe the entire world an explanation for every move I make,â he groaned.Â
âJust tell them what you told me,â you smiled. âYou needed a fresh start and you got bored,â.
âTheyâre still going to be writing think pieces even if I say that,â he said, pursing his lips.Â
âYouâre right,â you agreed. âThen tell them you did it because your fiancee said blondes do it better and that you wanted to please me,â you joked.Â
âYou know, I just might,â he laughed.Â
âThis time I wonât even mind getting hate comments from some of your fans. Blonde Buzz Burrow is def something else and Iâm going to enjoy every single moment I have with him even if some girls on the internet say they hate it,â you said before you leaned in for another kiss.Â
âThe only opinion I care about is yours,â he said before pecking your soft lips again.Â
âAnd I love it, even if you sometimes look like an egg or a snowball,â you teased. âYouâre still the same panty-dropping, sex-on-legs, gorgeous man that I fell in love with when I was 16,â.Â
âI love you,â he grinned again before closing in on your lips for another kiss, his hand cupping your jaw as you threw your leg over his and moved closer to him, only for the sound of his alarm to interrupt you both.
He pulled away and turned it off, a sigh leaving his lips as he knew he had to get up. âAs much as Iâd love to keep this going..â.
âI know, I know. Football time,â you grinned as you sat up, Joe doing the same while he rubbed his eyes. âBefore you get up to shower, I wanted to tell you something,â you said to him, grabbing his hand and entwining your fingers.
âWhat?â he asked you.Â
âI wanted to tell you that I am so beyond proud of how far youâve come since last November. We knew this wasnât going to be easy and definitely wasnât going to be enjoyable, but you really pushed through even though everything was stacked against you. Not many people are capable of doing all of this while the entire world is practically screaming âyou suck and are overratedâ in their faces and the fact that you recovered from the wrist injury so well and are on track to coming out the other side better than how you went in is insane. And the fact that while recovering you did all this new stuff like fashion week which you'd never thought you'd ever do before is crazy and you killed that too even though it's not your thing. You truly are one of a kind,â you said to him. "Oh my god, and this," you said as you picked up your left hand and motioned at the ring. "You knew that I didn't care when this happened but the fact that you did this whole thing at the same time while dealing with all this shit should be enough to hand you the MVP award,".
âYou always kill anything and everything you put your mind to. Whether it be football, your career outside of football, or our relationship, you always do so good at everything. I canât wait to see you tear it up out there and start the next chapter of your story,â you added.Â
Joeâs heart fluttered at your feelings; a big part of why he was able to push through was you. You were like a storm shelter for him in the hurricane that was his life. You kept him comfortable, and safe from his own negative thoughts and made sure that he didnât drown.Â
He pulls you in for a hug, stuffing his face in your neck as you can feel his rapid heartbeat against your chest. âI love you, Y/N. More than anything on this earth,â he said in your ear. âThank you for sticking by my side,â.
âI love you too, forever and always,â you said as held onto him for a few heartbeats, not wanting to let go, but eventually doing so since he couldnât be late.Â
âNow, go knock âem dead and give them something to talk about Slim Shiesty,â you smiled as you pulled away.
âYou got it,â he kissed your cheek and got up from the bed, a bounce in his step as he walked into the bathroom.Â
âBlondes may do it better, but he does everything better regardless,â you smile to yourself.Â
âThe Endâ
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the fisher king - cm fanfic
summary: Everyone on the team had gotten 2 weeks off. Elle and Derek decided to not waste a second of it and flew away to Jamaica. Hotchner went to spend time with his family. Gideon would most likely be birdwatching in his cabin if you had to guess, he doesnât like sharing much about his personal life. Neither does Reid who is heading back home to Las Vegas. You stayed at home to relax. no one had expected the terrifying turn this vacation would take.
pairing: bau team x reader (platonic), hints/alludes at spencer reid x reader and elle greenaway x reader
cw/tw: typical cm violence, shooting, blood
word count: 8,568
a/n: basically just follows the fisher king episodes plot, english isn't my first language and im dyslexic so sorry in advance, tried to edit as best as i could! i hope this fic makes sense i dont even know anymore, enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated just dont be mean about it pls
main masterlist - cm masterlist
Everyone on the team had gotten 2 weeks off. Elle and Derek decided to not waste a second of it and flew away to Jamaica. Hotchner went to spend time with his family. Gideon would most likely be birdwatching in his cabin if you had to guess, he doesnât like sharing much about his personal life. Neither does Reid who is heading back home to Las Vegas. You had just ended up on your couch with a cozy blanket and a movie you had been meaning to watch. A sudden loud ringing made you jump up. Rubbing your eyes so they can refocus.
You had fallen asleep. You wouldâve laughed at yourself if it wasnât for the constant loud ringing. Finally, finding your phone between the blanket you picked up without looking at the caller ID.  âY/n? Y/n?â It took a second for you to register JJïżœïżœïżœs voice as she repeated your name.
âYeah, Yeah, Iâm here is everything okay?â you asked, running a hand through your hair. âYou need to get to the office. Now.â She sounded serious.
âWhat happened?â You asked as you vaguely heard someone talk to JJ. It kind of sounded like Gideon. If he came to the office, it must be serious.
âTell me when I get there, Iâm on my way.â You said, not even waiting for her to respond to your question and you hung up. A million thoughts race through your head as you put on a work-appropriate outfit. As soon as you were ready you got in your car and drove to the bau as quickly as you could.
When you arrive JJ immediately walks up to you and starts filling you in. Elle got arrested, Gideon received a head in the mail, Hotch had a strange phone call, and she had just gotten a framed butterfly. âSo, someone is targeting the team?â Crossing your arms over your body. Youâve worked for the bau a few years now and have never experienced anything like this.
âYou didnât get anything?â JJ questioned. It was strange. âNo, I havenât.â You replied.
âHuh, thatâs strange.â She said what you were just thinking. JJ frowned, clearly trying to think of a reason why you didnât. âIâll keep my eye out for anything strange.â You nodded as you told her.
After about 30 minutes of looking over all the evidence the team had gathered so far, Elle, Morgan, and Hotch stepped out of the elevator. JJ walked up to them, so you got up and made your way over.
âVirginia? You mean that son of a bitch is from here?â This is the first thing you hear Elle say as you open the glass doors. Talking about Frank Giles.
âI donât know if heâs from here, but this is where he flew to. Arlington.â JJ started explaining as you stepped up next to her and Morgan. He gave you a nod as he acknowledged you.
âHeâs got a long criminal record. Manslaughter, robbery, rape.â She continued as she read from the file.
âWhat about the victim?â You asked crossing your arms, âMarty Harris.â Derek filled in.
âUh, heâs a two-time convicted fetish burglar, registered child sex offenderâŠâ JJ read from the other file. âAnd we have his head.â Gideon interrupted her. âCSU just positively identified the one delivered to my cabin.â
âDonât waste time on the first victims. They were unrepentant, bad men. They only got what they deserved.â Hotch spoke up. âWhat is that?â Morgan asked him.
âI got a phone call last night before you called from Jamaica.â He said looking over at Derek.
âAny mention of a âherâ?â Elle asks Hotch. âYou must help him save her.â Â he replies.
âOh, so thereâs a âhimâ now, too?â Elle responds, clearly annoyed. Which is totally reasonable after getting arrested for murder and barely having any sleep.
âI think he means Reid.â You look over at Gideon. âReid?â You and JJ both say at the same time. âWe need to regroup.â Hotch says as last, and you all walk into the office.
You, JJ, Morgan, and Gideon are sitting at the round table. Hotch stood behind you and Elle stood near the tv screen. âSo, clearly we have a psychopath intent on drawing us into his game.â Hotch said with his arms crossed. âPlaying with us.â Gideon looked at his hands on the table. âThen letâs return the favor.â Elle says.
âHe kept telling us repeatedly to save her. What âherâ?â Derek questions.
âItems heâs sent must be some kind of clues.â You nod at what Gideon says. âLetâs get them up on the board.â Hotch nods towards the board as he says that.
âI got a Nellie Fox baseball card from 1963, and I got a head in a box.â Gideon starts as JJ gets up walking up to the board. âI got a rare butterfly in a shadow box.â She says as she starts writing it down on the whiteboard. âAnd repeated messages to âsave her.ââ Hotch adds.
âI got the decapitated body.â Elle says smiling sarcastically. âAnd a nice visit to the Jamaican Police Headquarters.â
Hotch looks over to you to say what you got. âI didnât get anything.â You shrug.
âNot even a phone call?â He questions, raising an eyebrow. You shake your head. It looked as if Hotch was going to say something, but Gideon changed the subject. âReid called from Nevada. He's on the way back here with a skeleton key and a note he got, too.â.
âAnd the guys who called me said, âthe youngest holds the keyââ Hotch adds on. âThatâs Reid.â Elle says as she keeps pacing.
âOkay but wait a minute.â You look over at Derek. âUnsubs, they donât contact us this way. I mean they might taunt us, dare us to catch them, but they donât drag us into their fantasy.â
âWhy not?â JJ asks Morgan when he finishes.
âBecause their fantasies are sexual fantasies.â You answer before he can. âRight, taunting us is a show of power, but making us the object isâŠâ He tries to search for the right words, âI donât know what the hell that is.â
âThereâs something else about the baseball card.â You look back to Gideon as he starts a new theory. âNellie Fox was one of the stars of the 1959 White Sox. I went to almost every game with my father that year. Fox was my hero.â He says as he leans back in the chair. âSo, is it a coincidence that he sends this to me, or does he know how I feel about him?â He questions looking over at Hotch. This makes JJ turn around.
âI collected butterflies when I was a little girl.â You all look over at her. âThatâs how I knew what butterfly was in the box.â
âSo, he knows us?â You question. âI got an anonymous message.â Hotch slightly shrugs. âI got a police raid.â Elle adds on. âBut he knew exactly where we were.â Morgan says, supporting your theory. âHotel in Jamaica Gideon at the cabin, Reid in Vegas, you at your home.â He lists off.
âHe got that from the Bureau computers.â Penelope's voice makes you turn around in your chair; she looks nervous and has a file in her hand. âYour locations are always in there so they can find you if they need you. And I checked the log. The hacker was definitely in the personnel foldersâ She explains. Your brows furrow, how could this happen. âThere were room numbers to the hotel in Jamaica, the address of Gideonâs cabin⊠Thereâs a lot of information in those databases.â She finished. Something about the way sheâs talking is putting you off. There is something she isnât telling you.
âHave you figured out how he was able to get into the Bureauâs computers?â Hotch asks her. She is silent. Just for a second. âIâm still working on that.â Lying to a room full of profilers probably isnât the smartest thing to do. âGarcia, if you know somethingâŠâ Hotch asks, clearly also picking up some things off.
âNo, itâs, umâŠâ Penelope's voice breaks slightly. âItâs just⊠IâŠâ Sheâs clearly trying to find the right words, scared of upsetting the team. You give her a supportive smile. Youâve known her for years and know she would never do a bad thing on purpose. âI was playing a game yesterday.â She is silent for a second.
You look back to the team and catch JJâs reaction. She clearly knows what Penelope is talking about. âAn online game.â You look back over at the blonde with glasses. Tears shined in her eyes under the LED lights.
âA game?â Gideon asks. âNot on the Bureau computers, sir.â She quickly clarifies. âOn my own personal laptop.â
âNo, Garcia. No, no, no.â Derek says shaking his head. You close your eyes and lean your head on your hand. âI donât understand.â Hotch looks for clarification.
âWireless Internet.â You simply say. âBy wirelessly hooking into the Net here to get online, the hacker could have gotten into my computer first, and⊠I have far less protection on my own laptop.â Penelope stoically explains it to him.
âAnd he could have gotten into the entire Bureau computer system this way?â You canât see Hotchâs face as he says it but by the tone of his voice, you have some idea. âYeah, itâs possible.â Penelope nods.
âPlaying a game?â Gideon says as he gets up. âHow could you be that stupid?â Seeing the look on Penelope's face, you have to resist the urge to defend her. Yes, she did do something stupid, but Gideon didnât have to talk to her like that. âInformation, files. You have a responsibility.â
âI know, sir. Iâm so sorry.â Penelope replies to him. Gideon doesnât reply. He just turns around. There is an awkward silence that hangs in the air. âBut I found him.â Penelope eventually says. Almost full-on crying by now.
âYou did?â You ask hopefully. âI know who he is, the hacker. His name is Giles. Frank Giles.â You all look at each other hearing this information. âHe lives in Arlington, Virginia, four miles from here. I have his addressâ She continues as she hands the file she was holding to Hotch.
âGarcia, you said Giles?â Morgan asks her, wanting to confirm he heard it right. She nods quickly. âLetâs go.â Hotch only has to say those two words, and everyone is up and walking out of the office.
The team and you put on your bulletproof vests and got into the black SUVs. Sirens blared as you raced through the streets to get to Frank Giles as quickly as you could. The adrenaline is already pumping through your veins. Finally getting answers about why this is happening. You entered the building with the swat team. Derek kicked the door in, as usual. Everybody walks in with their guns raised. You hear some yell out that itâs clear. You, Derek, and Elle stand for a closed door.
âFrank Giles. FBI.â Derek yells out.
âCome out Giles.â Elle yells. They look at each other and both give a small nod. Then open the doors. As you enter you lower your gun immediately. You see Frank Gilesâs lifeless body, only wearing underwear, laying on a dirty old mattress. A sword stuck in him.
âYou got to be kidding me.â Elleâs the first one to speak.
âHotch! Gideon! I think youâre gonna want to see this.â Derek calls out to them. You tear your eyes away from the gruesome scene to look at Elle. But sheâs looking at the wall in front of you. So you look up to see âhere thy quest doth truly beginâ written on the wall in blood.
All of you start taking in the crime scene. Vests already taken off. âHeâs definitely playing with us.â Hotch speaks up. âHis identification checks out.â Elle says handing his wallet to Hotch. âThatâs Frank Giles.â
âThereâs a big olâbag of money sitting right here on the dresser.â Morgan says as he walks over to the bright blue bag. âSo, Giles took Harris to Jamaica to kill him.â
âAnd then the unsub killed Giles.â You finished Hotchâs sentence.
âYeah, but he paid him first.â Morgan says, confused about it.
âAnd left the cash?â Elle questions. âHe must be well off.â You say, putting your hands on your hips.
âHe said these were âunrepentant, bad men.â Are we looking for some kind of vigilante?â Hotch asks, looking over at Gideon.
âNo. The bodies are nothing but a way to get us interested. Theyâre game pieces. The killings are secondary.â Gideon explains nonchalantly.
âWell, this guy likes to write things in blood on the walls.â Elle says as she inspects the bloody walls.
Suddenly your phone starts ringing. All eyes are on you, but you look to Hotch. Silently asking for permission to step out for a bit. He gives you a nod and you step out to the hallway of the apartment building.
When you're alone you answer your phone.
âL/n.â You say but it stays silent on the other end. Pulling the phone away from your ear to check if you hadnât accidentally declined the call. âHello?â You ask as you put the phone back to your ear but itâs silent again.
About to hang up suddenly a voice comes through your phone.
âAgent Y/n L/n.â The voice sounds hoarse, you donât recognize it. âWho is this?â You ask confused. Putting your right hand on your hip.
âIt is your task to make sure they hear, and they listen.â The person ignores your question. You release this is the Unsub. âDo not let them stray.â Heâs talking about the team.
He has to be. Youâre about to respond as he hangs up.
âDamn it.â You let out a frustrated sigh. What could he have possibly meant by that? You keep staring at your phone.
âHey,â a comforting voice takes you out of your thoughts, âYou okay?â You look up to see Spencer walking up to you.
âWhat?â You look at him confused. Putting your phone back into your pocket. âYeah. Yeah, Iâm alright.â You smile, somewhat awkwardly.
Reid nods and sends a just as awkward smile back. Itâs good to see him again. He looks around the empty hallway, hands in his pockets, hair slicked back behind his ears.
âWhy are you out here?â He asks you.
âOh, uh, no reason.â You shrug and let out a laugh. Why did you just lie to him? You honestly donât know. It just slipped out. He also clearly doesnât believe you, but before he can question you, you speak up.
âLetâs go, we can use you in there, genius.â You say as you nod towards the room the team is in. This time the smile you give each other isnât awkward. They both are genuine smiles. Reid always gets a slight blush when someone calls him genius.
You never say it to embarrass him though. You say it full of affection. When you joined the bau, in your first case you got paired up with Spencer. He had been working at the bau for about a year. The two of you hit it off very well.
Walking back into the room you hear Hotch and Derek, âMidnight wouldnât cast a shadow.â ââHour be none.ââ
â3 P.M.,â Reid says as you walk in side by side. âHey, guys. Garcia told me where to find you.â Hotch crouched near the body glances past Reid to look at you with a questioning gaze, silently asking about the phone call. You shake your head telling him it wasnât important. And again, you donât know why you are lying to your team about this. You tell yourself itâs because there are more important things right now and that phone call didnât even make sense.
â3 P.M?â Gideon asks disrupting your thoughts.
âItâs medieval. The days used to be broken into hourly intervals, the canonical hours of the breviary.â Spencer begins to explain, âPrime, 6 A.Mâ., terce, 9 A.M., sext, 12 noon, none, 3 P.M., and vespers 6 P.M.â
Elle smiles at him fondly and points her finger at him, âReid, do not ever go away again.â He smiles at her as Gideon starts talking. âMedieval. Thatâs why the language changed. âdothââ
âEverything this guy does is a clue.â Hotch says looking at the team.
 âOkay, but, guys, itâs 4:35. What do we do? Leave to the blade in till 3 P.M. tomorrow?â Derek asked.
âWhat if we block that window out?â You asked, pointing towards the window. Reid nodded at what you said and turned to one of the crime scene investigators. âDo you have any spotlights in your car?â He asked Gina.
âSure.â She says as she's getting up, Elle thanks her.
When she came back with a flashlight she gave it to Reid. He crouched down next to where you were standing and pointed the light to the sword.
âSee, this sun is right here at 5 P.M., Morgan, follow the shadow as I move the light higher.â Derek starts to move a small table out of the way to get closer to the wall. âOkay, and do what?â He asks when heâs finished.
âTap.â Hotch instructs him. Derek starts tapping on the wall. He stops when he finds a hollow spot. âItâs hollow.â He says as he looks back at Hotch.
âDefinitely an Indiana Jones movie.â Elle says looking over at you when you laugh at her joke.
âFeels like the wallpaperâs been replaced.â Morgan says to Hotch. âTear it open.â He replies. Derek takes a knife out of his pocket and starts cutting open the wallpaper. Pulling back the wall.
âItâs a box.â He states looking back at the team. âPull it out.â Hotch instructs him again. âWait, are we sure thatâs safe?â Spencer asks as he stands up. You look over at him. âYou think itâs a bomb?â You ask him questionably.
âIt isnât. You think heâd be playing this game just to blow us up?â Hotch retorts. âHeâd have already done that as long as weâve been standing here.â Derek agrees with him and pulls out the box from the hole. He placed it on the table from earlier.
Hotch crouches next to Gideon to get a better look at it. You make your way over to see what it is, while Spencer doesnât move. Morgan tries to open it, but it seems like it wonât budge.
âItâs locked.â He confirms, âYou want me to break it?â
âNo, we should process it first.â Hotch answers his question.
âThe youngest holds the key.â Gideon suddenly speaks up. And you, Hotch, and Morgan all look at Reid. Spencer searches his pants pockets for the key. Only to realize he put it in the pocket of his button-up.
He does a little jog up to the box and goes to open it. Putting the key in and backing up slightly as he turns it. Music starts to come from the box.
It takes a second for you to recognize it. Turns out all those failed piano lessons are good for something. âSchubert.â Gideon says but before he can say which piece you beat him to it.
âThe Trout Quintet.â He looks over at you confused, clearly, he didnât expect you to know it. You just shrug in reply as you focus on the note that Spencer pulled out of the box. âFive people fishing.â Hotch says, giving context to the song.
âNever would it be night, but always clear day to any manâs sight.â Reid starts reading off the paper. âWell, that was worth it.â Elle says as she turns away.
âThe lid.â Gideon points at the box, âLittle tab right under the lock.â Morgan leans over Reid to open the lid.
As he opens it thereâs a dvd in it, but also a blonde lock of hair tied with a pink bow.
âJesus.â Slips out of you. âOh, god.â Elle says at the same time.
Morgan pulls both out as Gideon lets out a tired sigh. Derek gives Elle the lock of hair. âDo you have that evidence bag?â She asks one of the CSIâs. âHere you go.â He replies as he holds out a bag for her to put the hair in.
âThy quest.â Morgan says standing up and holding out the dvd so you all can see it. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Gideon putting his head in his hand. After everything is mostly wrapped up at the crime scene you all make your way back to the office.
Everyone is clearly tired and wants to catch this guy.
On the car ride back all you can think about is that phone call. It keeps repeating in your head. âAgent Y/n L/n.â Â âWho is this?â Â âIt is your task to make sure they hear, and they listen. Do not let them stray.â You just canât seem to make sense of it. What is it that you need to make sure they listen to? Maybe this dvd?
Without even releasing youâre back, sitting at the round table. The dvd is playing.
You see a barely lit office. A man stumbles into the frame and sits down at the chair, you canât make out a face though.
âHe moves funny.â Hotch noted. Derek looks back at Hotch to reply, âItâs like heâs injured or something.â
The man in the video starts talking. âI assure you, you will all understand in the end why it must be this way.â Itâs the same voice of the man who called you at Frank Gilesâs place. You shift in your seat as he continues. âYou might even thank me.â
âDonât hold your breath, scumbag.â You see Hotch glance over at Elle as she says this.
âYou know now youâre on a quest. A young girlâs life depends on the successful completion of it.â The video shows a blonde girl being held captive. Sheâs throwing things at the camera and hitting the bars of the cage. âAs you can see, she is quite beautiful and in distress.â The way he talks about her along with the footage makes your skin crawl.
âNow please listen closely for there is one rule and this rule must be followed.â You sit up straighter in your chair. The things he said on the phone call must be about this.
âThe one rule is, only the members of your team may participate in the quest: Jason Gideon, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Elle Greenaway, Y/n L/n, Spencer Reid, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia.â As he said, all your names and pictures of everyone on the team showed on the screen.
âA quest must be completed in the proper way, or it isnât a quest, is it? Thatâs it. One rule. Simple. Now, you will be receiving an item soon that will hold the final clue you will need to finish the quest. You will find you will also need a book which has inspired many adventures like mine. Believe me, when I tell you I truly hope to see you all soon. It will mean a successful end to this adventure for all of us.â The video stopped playing. You look at everyone on the team.
âThis guyâs got pictures of us?â Elle is the first one to speak up.
âWhat do we do now?â Reid asks Hotch.
âWell, the lock of hairâs being analyzed for DNA. There might be something on file.â He answers Reid.
âIâll get Video to enhance the shots of the girl.â JJ says as she gets up to leave.
âLet's get the clues up on the board. Maybe we can make some sense of something.â Hotch instructs.
âWait, weâre going to play this guyâs game?â Elle asks him, frustrated.
âDo we have a choice?â Spencer replies. But youâre not focusing on their conversation anymore, youâre focused on Gideon. You canât figure out what heâs up to as heâs about to leave the room.
Everyone else turns around when they hear the click of the door opening.
âBe right back. You guys keep working.â Hotch says as he gets up to talk to Gideon. However, you donât listen. The rest of the team looks at you as you follow him.
Youâre following him out of the room for two reasons. Wanting to know whatâs going on, everyone has always told you youâre too curious for your own good. And thinking now might be a good time to also mention to Hotch that you got a call from the Unsub.
âJason?â Hotch calls out as he follows Gideon, âJason!â He calls out again when the older man doesnât stop. Gideon walks into his office and lets the door slam closed behind him. Before Hotch follows Gideon into his office, he gives you a disapproving look for following him. âWeâll talk about this later.â He says dismissively and walks into Gideon's office.
You let out a sigh. Why did you think this would work. You turn back around to have your walk of shame back to the rest of the group.
Morgan lets out a small laugh as he sees you walking back into the room. Reid gives you a questioning look, but you just shrug it off.
Not long after Hotch handed a paper over to Reid and said Haley received it. You, Morgan, Elle, and Reid had been staring at these numbers for a while now.
âMy eyes are so heavy I can barely see it.â Elle says with a sigh.
âIt has to be some kind of code, right?â You question, leaning against the table next to Reid. âThe Unsub said we needed a book, didnât he?â Reid brings up. You look over at him, curious about where heâs going with this.
âYeah. âa book that inspired many an adventure.ââ Morgan quotes from the video.
âItâs a book code. Each one of these sets of numbers represents a particular word.â Spencer explains and points at one of the codes on the paper, âFor instance, page 118, line 30, word three. We need to figure out what the words are and fill in the blanks.â
âRight, but we donât know what book.â You respond, another dead end.
âAnd the trouble is, it has to be the exact same edition of the exact same book that he used.â Reid adds on.
âJust got a DNA hit on the lock of hair.â JJ says as she walks into the room, âRebecca Bryant.â She hands Elle a picture after showing it to you, âSheâs been missing out of Boston for two years.â
You look over at her shocked, âTwo years?â She nods as she looks at you.
âGuys, how are we supposed to figure out which book this code was copied out of?â Derek brings the conversation back after being handed the picture from Elle. âI have no idea.â Spencer replies. JJ walks up to the whiteboard and sticks the picture of Rebecca on it.
Reid was standing in front of the whiteboard, âHe said we have everything needed to complete the quest.â he said as he turned around to look at you, Elle, and Derek. Derek was sitting on the chair backward, Elle practically laying in the leather chair, you were leaning against the table and JJ was sitting normally at the table looking over the evidence.
âThe answerâs got to be up there somewhere.â Elle mumbles, very clearly tired.
âJJ, get some reporters here as soon as you can.â You quickly turn around as you hear Gideon say this. Alarm bells going off in your head.
Once again, the things the Unsub said on your phone call repeating themselves. It is your task to make sure they hear and they listen. Do not let them stray. Gideonâs not listening. âFor what?â JJ asks him. âJust say we need help on a new case.â Is all he gives in response before he walks away.
You get up to follow him, again. You have to stop him from doing this. Gideon is always surprisingly fast for his age. You just barely catch up to him when he reaches Hotch again. âSirs, you canât do this.â You say, well it more sounds like you're begging.
Gideon and Hotch, both give you confused looks.
You take a deep breath. âHe called me.â You say looking at them.
Their reactions are exactly what you expected. Gideon stays silent, heâs profiling you. âWhat? What do you mean he called you L/n? When did this happen?â Hotch asks you with a stern look on his face as he crosses his arms. You feel ashamed. You shouldâve told them. You know that. You just hoped you had figured out what he meant earlier so you couldâve given the team helpful evidence and not more questions. âBack at the apartment.â You say, placing your hands behind your back so they donât notice how nervous you are.
Gideon just shakes his head and walks away. Obviously thinking he has better things to do than deal with you.
âWhy didnât you say something before?â Hotch asks you.
âI⊠I donât know,â The unsatisfied look Hotch gives you makes rethink your answer, âI wanted to figure out what he meant.â
âSo, you could show off?â Hotch fills it in for himself. You quickly shake your head. Thatâs not why you did it. âNo, no I didnât want to add more unanswered questions for the team.â It sounds stupid and you realize that.
Hotch sighs and rubs his forehead, âWhat did he say to you?â
âHe told me to make sure they hear, and they listen and to not let them stray. I think he was talking about the video.â You reply to him, âI think the press conference is a mistake, Hotch.â
âGideon knows what heâs doing L/n, I trust him. You shouldâve told us sooner.â He says before walking away. You couldnât shake the nervous feeling. You went to get some coffee. Not ready to face your team yet.
On your third cup, you see Hotch walking back into the office. The press conference is over, thereâs nothing you can do about it now. You see Elle walking out with Hotch.
âAnderson, take Greenaway home.â He says, looking over at him. âYes, sir.â Anderson immediately replies.
âNo, Iâm fine.â Elle protests. âIâll have your car brought over later.â Hotch tells her. âAlright, come on, Anderson.â
Do not let them stray. It repeats in your head.
âSir, is it okay if I go with them? I can come back whenever you need me.â You ask Hotch. He hesitates for a moment, thinking it over. Elle smiles over at you, she appreciates it.
âAlright but keep your phone on and close L/n.â Hotch tells you.
Elle was struggling to stay awake the whole drive back to her house. Anderson dropped you both off and went back to the office. Elle let you into the house. Youâve been here before, many times, you and her occasionally have a drink after a case when neither of you wants to be alone.
Elle tosses her keys on the coffee table and drops her bag next to the couch and flops down on it. You canât help but let out a laugh. She doesnât even have the energy to glare at you, shifting on the couch to get into a more comfortable position.
You put down your own bag next to hers and take off your gun and gun holster placing them next to her keys on the table. You walked into her kitchen, you hadnât eaten yet and doubted she had.
Opening the fridge just to find it practically empty. There are some leftovers, but they donât look edible anymore. You grab them to throw them away, the smell hits you and you pull a face.
âGross.â You mutter under your breath and throw it in the trash can. âHey, I'm going to get some food, you want any?â You ask her as you walk back into her living room.
She lets out a noise thatâs something between a hum and a groan.
âAlright, Iâll take that as a yes.â You say with a smile on your face, âIâm taking your keys, Iâll be right back.â Reaching for her keys on the table.
She gives you a thumbs-up while trying to stifle a yawn.
So, you lock the door behind you as you leave for the small supermarket near her house. Itâs about a 10 minute walk away.
You grab some iced coffees and some simple heat-up meals. Youâre done in about 5 minutes, pay for everything and walk back. The plastic bag is heavier than you expected it to be, it leaves imprints on your fingers.
You reach Elleâs front door and reach for the keys in your jacket. You try to open the lock as quietly as you can, not wanting to wake her up.
As you open the door you freeze. The plastic bag somehow becomes ten times heavier, and it drops to the floor. The ice coffee starts to leak but itâs the least of your concern.
Elle is laying on the floor covered in her own blood.
âOh my godâŠâ You whisper. You rush forward to her somehow without falling over your own feet. You fall to your knees. Hands reach up to her face. She isnât conscious. You give her a few taps on her cheek and her eyes flutter slightly.
âShit, Elle. You gotta stay awake, okay?â You look around helplessly. Her phone is on the floor next to her. Did she call 911? Â You place one hand on the wound to try and stop the bleeding, knowing it isnât doing much as you feel the red hot liquid slip right past your fingers.
You reach over her to check her phone. Luckily you know her password.
You check her out going call and see 911. A sigh of relief escapes you.
Help is on the way. You just have to do everything you can to keep her alive until then.
Blood is staining your hands as you try to stop the bleeding. Her eyes closed.
âNo, no, no, no, Elle, stay with me. Come on, you gotta keep your eyes open. Keep them open for me. Fuck. Elle. Come on. Please⊠I⊠I canât lose you. Please.â A million things ran through your head. If you had been here, you couldâve stopped him.
If you hadnât left, Elle would be okay. God, why did they have that press conference. Why hadnât you been more demanding with Hotch that it was a bad idea.
Vague sirens interrupted your train of thought. Taking one hand to check Elleâs pulse. Time stopped. You couldnât feel a heartbeat.
âFuck.â Panicking. What would cpr do if she was bleeding out? Not like you had any other choice. You started compressions.
No thoughts run through your head anymore. Just pure focus on the task. Not even noticing the sirens getting louder and louder.
A paramedic pulls you away from Elle. Only now realizing they had arrived. Their mouths were moving but you couldnât make out any of the words.
You stepped back. Letting them do their job.
Everything is hazy, you blink rapidly. Tears fall on your cheeks.
Have you been crying this whole time? You didnât even realize it. They place Elle on a stretcher and make their way back to the ambulance. You follow them without saying a word. You donât think about the fact that your phone is still in your bag.
Getting ready to step into the ambulance you noticed a car arriving. Anderson. He stumbled out of the SUV.
âL/n, what happened?â He tried not to show his fear but the tremble in his voice gave him away. âCall Hotch. Meet me at the hospital. I- Iâll explain there.â You spoke hurriedly while getting into the ambulance.
The paramedics are rushing the stretcher into the ER. Youâre having a hard time keeping up with them. The doctors take Elle over.
âIâm sorry, we are taking her into surgery. You arenât allowed any further.â One of the nurses is holding you back. You have no fight left in you, so you just nod and make your way to the waiting room.
Anderson is already there. His eyes are red. Had he been crying? He looked like a mess. You didnât even want to think about what you looked like right now. The way Andersonâs eyes widened when he saw you back at the house told you enough. You definitely looked worse than him.
âI called Hotchner. Him and Agent Gideon are on their way now.â Wringing his hands as he spoke. Heâs nervous. âDo you... um, do you know anything yet?â He barely could get the question out without tears threatening to spill.
âSheâs in surgery.â Was all you could manage to get out as you spoke. Wanting to run your hand over your face but as you reached you noticed the deep maroon stains and how much it was shaking so you put your hand back down.
âIf you want to, I can wait here, so you can get cleaned up.â He offered. You gave him a thankful but tired smile.
Making your way over to the bathroom. The door handle stuck to your hand slightly, leaving a slight red imprint on it.
You let out a heavy sigh, resting your head against the door as you closed it behind you. Walking up to the sink you didnât dare to look into the mirror.
You turned on the faucet and put your shaky hands under the ice cold water. The water colored red instantly. You tried not to think about the fact it was Elleâs blood you were washing off.
Keeping your hands under the water until it turned clear again made them start to tingle from the freezing water. Turning the faucet off, you placed your hands on the sides of the sink. Not daring to look at your own reflection.
Involuntarily you let out a shaky breath. Trying to recollect yourself.
Hotch and Gideon would arrive any moment. They would have questions for you. Questions that would force you to think back to what happened not even an hour ago, while all youâve been trying this whole time is to forget about it. You couldnât bear to try and remember.
You dried your hands and walked out of the bathroom, scanning the waiting room for Anderson. He was talking to two men in suits. Two men you could recognize anywhere. How did they get here so soon? How long had you been in the bathroom? You looked at your wrist. The face of your watch is stained with blood. You quickly pulled the sleeve of your jacket back over it.
âIt appears she dialed 911 herself before she passed out.â You hear Anderson say as you get closer to them. Hotch and Gideon turned around when they noticed Anderson's gaze shifting to you.
The pity and maybe even guilt that Anderson feels when he makes eye contact with you is clear on his face. Or maybe itâs clear to you since profiling is your job, but then how come you couldnât prevent Elle from dying. No. She isnât dead. Not anymore. The paramedics shocked her back to life. Sheâs alive. Sheâll be okay. She has to be. You would never be able to live with yourself if she wouldnât be. Hotch keeps his eyes on you for a minute while Gideon turns back around.
âWhy werenât we notified?â He asks Anderson.
âThe offender apparently took her ID and gun. The uniform I talked to didnât even know she was in the Bureau until I arrived on scene.â He replies to Gideon quickly.
âGet back over there.â Hotch says turning back to look at Anderson. âThis is a federal crime scene. Nobody touches anything. We process it.â He instructs the younger agent. âGo.â
âYes, sir.â Anderson replies as he leaves to go and do exactly what Hotch told him to.
The two agents turn back around to observe you. You are staring into space; your mind is clouded. Nothing feels clear anymore. Hotch and Gideon glance at each other. Both concerned with the state youâre in currently. Gideon takes out his phone and walks a few steps away, going to call the office.
âL/n? Hey L/n?â An authoritative, yet comforting voice made you reorientate. Hotch squinted his eyes and ever so slightly tilted his head. He was profiling you. And you wouldâve noticed if you werenât so tired.
âSorry, what were you saying sir?â Crossing your arms over each other.
âYouâre lucky you werenât there as well.â He said touching your shoulder. But you didnât feel lucky. All you felt was guilt, but you simply nodded. âIs there anything you remember?â He crosses his arms just like you did.
âI-â You choke on your words. You close your eyes and shake your head trying to get your thoughts in order. âI wasnât even gone for 30 minutes. If I had just⊠If I hadnât left, she would be okay.â
âIf you had been there, he most likely wouldâve shot you as well L/n.â Hotch tells you. Before you can say anything, else Gideon walks back over to the two of you.
âTrap and trace got nothing.â He says leaning against the wall and putting his phone away. âUnsub used a disposable cell.â You look confused at that. Hotch notices.
âThe unsub, he called us. Taunting us about Elle.â He explains to you. You let out an exhausted sigh. Itâs as if this case never ends.
âWe got our best CSU team. If he left anything, a print, a hair, sweat, anythingâŠâ âTheyâll find it.â Gideon cuts Hotch off. You look down at your hands, they are still shaking.
âIâm going to grab a coffee.â You mutter out and leave the two agents.
After grabbing your coffee, you go and sit in the waiting room. It is completely empty. Would you rather have it be busy? Youâre not sure which would be worse. Because now you must sit here in this hurt. This constant tight feeling in your chest, as if youâre not getting enough air.
A few minutes later Gideon walks in. He nods at you as you look at him. He sits down a few chairs away from where youâre sitting, giving you some space. You sit in silence, itâs not uncomfortable but it also isnât exactly comfortable. âHotch is calling JJ and Morgan.â He says, explaining where the other agent is. You just nod, not having the energy to reply. You look down at the coffee in your hands, you havenât taken a single sip. Itâs pretty much cold now. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Gideon scrabbling things down on the magazines that lay down on the table. You donât ask him about it.
After a while, Hotch walks in and you look up from your drink. Heâs gotten rid of his suit jacket. âAny word?â He asks Gideon.
âNope.â Gideon replies simply.
âI called JJ. I told her weâd call them if anything changed.â Hotch tells the two of you as he leans on the two chairs in front of him. Gideon and you simply nod at what he says.
âWhatâs all that?â Hotch asks as he notices the writing on the magazines.
âThis unsubâs extremely organized.â Gideon explains instead of answering his question, âHe sounded truly shocked that we didnât follow the rules. He honestly believed we would simply listen to his directions.â
âHeâs delusional. He thinks heâs a mythological king.â Hotch says, his eyebrows furrow slightly.
âBut delusion and this level of organization are almost mutually exclusive.â Gideon corrects Hotch, âYou donât meticulously plan contacts in the real world if youâre suffering psychotic breaks from reality.â Before Hotch can reply to Anderson walks back in. âHow is she?â he quietly asks. You stare back down at your coffee again.
âNo word yet.â Hotch replies to him, âIs the scene processed?â
âTheyâre finished. We still have it locked up tight, though.â Anderson explains.
âThey find anything?â Hotch asks, he sounds exhausted.
âCSU found a partial print.â You look up as Anderson says this. âThe shooter wrote a message on the wall in blood and,â He did? How did you not notice that? Hotch and Gideon glance at you just for a second, probably thinking the same. âIn one of the smudges, they found a whorl pattern.â Anderson hands over the file to Hotch. âThey made a lift. They arenât sure whether itâs enough to get a hit, but they are processing it now.â Anderson continues as Hotch hands the file over to Gideon. You get up from your seat, still holding your coffee, you walk closer to Gideon to look at the file.
He grabs the top picture of a bloody fingerprint to reveal what the unsub wrote on the wall. RULES. Dripping down the wall. You try to think back as hard as you can but donât remember seeing it. You shouldâve seen it. Gideon reads whatâs on the picture and looks up at Hotch. He places the file back down on the table in front of him.
Hotch leaves to get coffee. Leaving you and Gideon alone again. You go to sit back down in the chair but stop.
You canât help the words that slip out of your mouth. âYou shouldnât have done the press conference.â You turn around to face him. âI tried to warn you.â
Gideon doesnât say anything. He just stares down at the file. You want to yell at him. Scream that itâs his fault. But you bite the inside of your cheek.
âI was just doing my job.â He says quietly, so quiet itâs barely a whisper. You canât help but let out a scoff and stare at him. If looks could kill Gideon would be six feet under by now. You respect him, you truly do, but he made a bad call and canât own up to it.
The reasonable part of your brain tells you, you are projecting your own feelings of guilt and anger on him, but you donât have it in you to be reasonable right now. So, you storm out of the waiting room. You throw your coffee in a trash can as you walk past it. Hotchner passes by you with two coffees in his hand, heâs put his jacket back on, he raises an eyebrow when you donât acknowledge him. He looks back at you but keeps walking back to the waiting room.
You let out a frustrated sigh. You notice one of Elleâs doctors and go to ask if they have any new information.
She just tells you the same thing, âNo, Iâm sorry.â And she walks away.
You just wish someone could tell you something, anything. Youâre tired, exhausted, angry, sad, terrified, guilty. Your eyes start to sting as you try and hold back your tears. You look around and walk into the nearest bathroom.
When the door closes the damn breaks and tears fall down your face. A sob escapes you and you place your hand over your mouth. You try to focus on your breathing to try and calm down. It works a little bit.
You decide washing your face might help you get grounded again, so you walk over to the sink. Turning it on and putting your hands under the water. Somehow the water of this sink is even colder than the one from before. You cup your hands under it and splash the water on your face.
You reach to grab a towel to dry your hands and face but catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You look even worse than you imagined. Your mascara is all over the place and so is your hair. There even is some dried blood on your face, you quickly scrub it off with a damp paper towel.
So many thoughts and feelings have been racing through your head over the past few hours, you can barely keep up with them. Did you overstep with Gideon just now? Possibly. You just couldnât handle bearing all the guilt you were feeling anymore.
Before you leave you check yourself in the mirror again. You look⊠less chaotic to put it nicely. You smooth over your hair and clothes and walk out of the bathroom.
You start looking for Hotch and Gideon but only find the latter. Heâs staring into space, the thing youâve seen him do all day. You look around before approaching him, hoping to find Hotch instead.
âHeyâŠâ You clear your throat as you stand next to the chair heâs sitting in. He takes a second to look up to his left and gives you a nod of acknowledgment. A certain awkwardness flows between you two. Neither saying a word.
His fingers are interlaced, resting on his lap. Heâs trying to appear calm and collected, but his shaking knee is giving him away.
Thereâs a free chair next to him. You debate with yourself whether you should sit down or not. Gideon nods over to the chair as if he was reading your mind. âJust sit down, kid.â
A quick nod is all you give him in response as you go and sit down.
After sitting in this silence for a few minutes, you speak up. âSheâs going to be okay right?â You rub your palms over your thighs, trying to shake the nervous feeling.
âGreenaway is strong, sheâs a fighter.â He doesnât know if sheâll be okay. He is probably as terrified as you are right now. Once again, you just nod. You wring your fingers. Letting out a sigh, you look over at Gideon.
âSir, Iâm sorry if I oversteppedâŠâ He looks over at you with a raised eyebrow, âEarlier, in the waiting room.â You remind him.
Gideon nods, he hadnât expected you to bring it up again. He wasnât mad at you; he was mad at himself. He shouldâve listened. And he would regret the choice he made, along with all the other choices over his career. Gideon waved his hand at you, telling you that what happened didnât matter.
You and Gideon sat in the hallway for another half hour before a doctor finally approached both of you. Hearing the news a sigh left you. Relief flooded your body.
Elle is okay. Elle is alive.
Gideon went to call the team as you followed the doctor. Elle was laying in the hospital bed. She looked peaceful. You canât remember the last time you saw her this relaxed. You approach her bed and sit down in the chair next to it. All the memories of today wash over you again, the thought that you couldâve lost your friend. You wipe away a single tear that falls. Â
Gideon walks up next to you after a few minutes. Laying his hand on your shoulder.
âThey caught him, heâs dead.â You turn around to look at him, âThey saved Rebecca.â You look back to Elle as you nod at what he says. Part of you wished you couldâve been there with the team. Gotten some justice for Elle. But you were where you needed to be. Right here. In the hospital, sitting next to Elle as she wakes up.
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Danny spontaneously develops a new power but it happens in human form so he like,, calls down lightning or a comet or whatever on some hapless ghost or whatever and heâs just like âhuh I didnât know I could do that haha neatâ and continues on with his day meanwhile the people who just witnessed Danny Fentonâs apparent superpowers are Sweating
Some ghosts got on Danny's nerves more than others. In the same vein, some humans got on Danny's nerves more than others. When those two groups intersected, Danny got a little... tetchy.
At the moment, he was more than a little tetchy.
The Box Ghost and Youngblood had decided to team up, although that was probably overstating the situation. It looked like Youngblood had prodded Box Ghost into attacking Amity Park at the same time as him. The problem was, no one was afraid of the Box Ghost. Not really. The Box Ghost was basically harmless. Mr. Lancer could drive him off with a rolled up newspaper.
On the other hand, Youngblood was a threat. Youngblood was a threat, and only about half of Danny's classmates could see him. Certainly, none of the staff could. So, half of the students were convinced that the mayhem was all Box Ghost, and the other half thought that if the teachers and everyone else weren't afraid of Youngblood, he wasn't something they should be afraid of, either.
So! They were all there! Staring! Standing! Keeping Danny from going somewhere to transform! Because they were in the middle of the football field! For some sort of activity Danny hadn't payed attention to! Because Youngblood was the single most distracting things in the entire universe!
And unless Danny could do something about it, someone was going to get hurt. Youngblood had no limits on his pranks, and pranks without limits were indistinguishable from assassination attempts. Or something like that.
Although, at the moment, the only prank he was playing was 'got your nose.' Repeatedly. With only Danny.
... Maybe Danny was overstating the danger level here. And his inability to get away to transform.
Still, Danny didn't want to be known as the only guy who still ran from the Box Ghost. Everyone thought he was a wimp and a coward already. That would just cement his reputation. Forever. At least with the half of the class that fancied itself all grown up.
And maybe the fact the he still cared about his reputation explained why he could still see Youngblood. Whatever.
"Hey, hey, hey," said Youngblood, dipping back into Danny's view as Mr. Lancer attempted to herd the Box Ghost off the field. "Guess what, guess what, guess what--"
"I AM THE BOX GHOST! FEAR ME AND OBEY! I WILL NOT VACATE THE PREMISES UNTIL I RECEIVE MY TRIBUTE OF BOXES, SQUARE AND--"
"Guess what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna sing the song that never ends. It gOES ON AND ON--"
Danny took a deep breath. It was meant to be a calming breath. It was not.
"SHUT. UP!"
A tongue of light forked down from the admittedly cloudy sky, licking towards both the Box Ghost and Youngblood. It burned green when it hit them, leaving bright, ectoplasmic imprints on the back of Danny's eyes.
"You're no fun!" said Youngblood, much quieter than before. "I'm going home!"
"The Box Ghost will retreat... FOR NOW!"
Danny rubbed his eyes and sighed at the blessed silence.
Wait. Silence. That wasn't right. This place should be full of kids talking, at least. He looked up. Everyone was staring at him.
"Oh, huh, I didnât know I could do that. Haha. Neat. Can we, uh. Get on with things?"
Very slowly, Mr. Lancer walked back into position and started his lecture again.
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gojo satoru x reader | college au [18+]
kickoff ch.1 gojo satoru sent you a message
á° pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader
á° summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.
á° warnings/tags. 18+, fem reader, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, mentions of weed, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot
á° chapter. 1/x (probably 12)
á° words. 1.3k (short one to start off, but the rest are longer)
a/n. welcome to this pilot chapter! this was originally going to be a one-shot but i got way too carried away and ended up planning out a whole series. i hope you enjoy!
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|| 2:13AM Gojo Satoru has requested to follow you
You blink the sleepiness in your eyes away as the harsh light of your phone hits your face. Somewhere in the middle of the crazy dream you were having, you heard your phone incessantly pinging and eventually woke you up to make you realize you forgot to turn the ringer off before going to sleep. Among all the spam email, iCloud storage warnings, and news headliners, there was one notification in particular that had you wondering if you were still dreaming.
âUghâŠy/n, please, turn your phone off,â you heard your roommate Mina mumble in the twin sized bed at the other end of the room as she shuffled her pillow above her head so that it covered both of her ears. You glance out the window of your shared apartment, peering at the pale moonlight, before your tired and heavy eyes travel back to your phone and press on the Instagram notification.
Suspecting this was maybe some prank account, you clicked on the small icon in your inbox that took you to a profile page. Gojo Satoru, Senior at University of Tokyo, Business Major, D1 Soccer #10, SAE. 12k followers, 172 following, 38 posts.Â
Still thinking youâre dreaming, you accept the follow request and watch as the number on his following increases by one, now 173. Your thumb swipes up on your phone as you take in the square images of his profile. Pictures of him and his friends recreating memesâŠfood that heâs eaten recentlyâŠfrequent vacation posts in exotic countriesâŠand a whole lot of what seemed to be professionally taken soccer photos of him striking goals and hitting balls with his head in mid air. You have put a lot of effort into your own Instagram photos (despite your modest 464 followers), mostly posting compilation slideshows of your favorite film photos that youâve taken recently, yet somehow his feed looks much more inviting than yours.
You turn onto your side and continue to look through his photos. 624 comments, 373 comments, 958 comments. Many were from his friends trying to embarrass him, and many others were from girls that probably wanted him to notice them. You noticed he only really replied to comments from his friends.Â
You knew who he was, of course. Gojo Satoru was one of the most, if not the most, popular guys on your college campus. When you got to college, you thought the whole âsocial hierarchyâ thing would be over but it still seemed like there were certain groups of people that almost everyone knew about, "elite" individuals who other students could only dream of associating with. At UTokyo, the fraternities and sororities practically owned the place so of course Gojo was well-known since he was a member of the schoolâs most iconic frat, SAE. Not to mention, the school adored its soccer teamâundefeated since 2012âand Gojo Satoru was the most talented center forward the division has seen in years.Â
But as for why he requested to follow you, a film major that doesnât play any sports and isnât even in a sorority, well youâre just not sure.Â
Itâs then when you get yet another notification.Â
âOh my god, y/n, turn it off!â Mina mumbles into her mattress. You click the side button to turn off the ringer.Â
|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru sent you a messageÂ
Your heart starts to beat a bit faster as you quickly slide to your DMs page. You notice three unread conversations from a few of your friends, probably from when they decided to send you their entire explore page, and then you see a little (1) next to your message requests box. When you open it, you see his icon in your inbox. Itâs a simple picture of him in his soccer jersey, his smile wide as one of his team members who was mostly cropped out of the photo seemed to be putting him in a headlock. You see the first few words of the message.
|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru: Hey, sorry if this is weirâŠ
Youâre about to click on it when you stop yourself. It was really late at night and you didnât know if you wanted to entertain a conversation with this man you knew literally nothing about (at least on a personal level) and werenât even sure why he was messaging you in the first place. Plus, he would see that youâve read it and so you would feel anxious to respond. But there was no way to see his full message unless you opened it. Even though you considered this to be weirdly intimate since it was a message sent at two in the morning, you figured that was probably normal for the likes of people like Gojo Satoru, who probably were out drinking and partying until five in the morning every night, regardless of any 8AM lectures or not.Â
But unfortunately, curiosity always kills the cat (thatâs the expression, right?) and so you click on his message.Â
|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru: Hey, sorry if this is weirdâŠI donât think weâve ever met before, but my buddyâs really into your roommate, and heâs tried to invite her out to our fratâs house parties but heâs had no luck. Think you could convince her to come this weekend? Youâre welcome to come too, of course
You blink in surprise before rolling your eyes, not entirely sure why you were expecting any different. Maybe Mina wasnât budging on his friendâs advances because she wants to be asked out on an actual date, and not to some house party. But you figured frat guys wouldnât really understand that. Besides, how did he know that you were her roommate? Youâre just about to type a response when you see three little dots in the left side corner, indicating he was typing, and you hold your breath.
|| 2:27AM Gojo Satoru: Here are the details
And then he sends you a post from what looks like his fraternityâs Instagram page. Thereâs an address, a time, the name of the DJ and girls get in free bolded at the top. You realize youâve never even been invited to a fraternityâs house party until this very moment.Â
You briefly consider not responding to him and just setting your phone back down on your nightstand, rolling over, and falling asleep. But you find your fingers moving on their own to type.
|| 2:31AM You: youâre messaging me to help your friend get with my roommate?
Thereâs an uncomfortable two minutes where thereâs no response from him and for some reason your anxiety is through the roof. You remember the countless times youâve heard people describe Gojo Satoru in passing: thereâs just something about him that demands your attention.Â
His notification pops up at the top of the Instagram app when you were scrolling through reels to distract yourself and you accidentally clicked on it too fast.Â
|| 2:33AM Gojo Satoru: Uh, yeah?Â
You sigh as you ponder the proposition. You donât even know for sure why Mina wasnât really responding to his friendâs advances, maybe the guy was a creep or just not her type. And even if she was somewhat interested in him, sheâs already refused to go to any of their fratâs house parties, so how would you be able to persuade her?Â
You finally convince yourself youâve had enough of Gojoâs messages for the night and youâll choose whether or not you want to revisit the topic again in the morning, until another message flashes across your screen.
|| 2:38AM Gojo Satoru: What can I do to get you to convince her to come this weekend?
You bite down on your lip at his question, and an idea flashes through your mind.
|| 2:40AM You: iâll find a way to convince her. my terms and conditions will come later
He responds in a second.
|| 2:40AM Gojo Satoru: DealÂ
a/n. dude literally slid into your DMs lol. thank you for reading! i also post this story over on AO3, if you're more into that format, but i just wanted to start posting over here on tumblr too. hope to see you in the next one!
âž take me to chapter two!
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thinking about bestfriend!felix who's known for being touchy within his social circle, so when he holds your hand as you walk around campus and leaves giggly kisses against your cheek, your jaw, your neck after a few drinks, you think nothing of it.
especially because it comes up in conversation from time to time. everyone that hangs out with him regularly enough has at least one story: felix smoothed circles against my back until i fell asleep on the bathroom floor after a party; he's kissed the top of my head twice; i've never seen him end a hug first.
and you've seen things--at parties, while studying, while out with friends in general. so you genuinely have no reason to think there's anything strange or different about the way he treats you, and neither does anyone else.
at first.
one night, when you're still new enough to felix and his world that you feel extremely out of place at a party that he invited you to, he calls you over to where he and his friends are sitting. you walk over to them, greeting everyone politely before moving to take the available space next to felix.
he grabs your wrist before you can actually sit. you're confused, but given little time to react. felix mumbles an absentminded, "c'mere" before pulling you towards his lap. it's a little flustering, but you sit, because that's just how felix is.
okay. normal enough. conversation continues. no one thinks twice about it. farleigh thinks it's a bit of overkill, but just assumes it's a combination of alcohol and maybe an attempt at laying the groundwork to hook up with you a little later in the night.
then, someone asks about potential vacation plans over break and farleigh brings up an inside joke from the last trip he and felix went on. it's casual, but it's clear that felix is supposed to say something.
farleigh looks over in time to see felix holding one of your hands to his lips. alright. still not the most egregious display of platonic affec--felix takes his time pressing kisses to each of your knuckles.
it's not just the gesture. it's the way felix watches your reaction through his lashes and the amount of care in his focus. as if you're the only one in the room. there's a patience there that's practically devoted.
maybe farleigh had it wrong. he thought you were just one of those platonic friends that felix would cart around for a few months before getting bored. maybe it's more romantic, or at the very least sexual.
then felix's eyebrows draw together. "you're cold." you start to say that you're fine, but before you can get the words out, felix is holding both of your hands between his.
in the beat that it takes farleigh to recover from the slightly nauseating display, the rest of the group has gone quiet. they're all watching felix dote on you like you're the reason for the moon hanging in the sky. annabel whispers something about the "unsuspecting".
farleigh eventually tries again, directly stating felix's name. he finally looks up, a little confused, as if coming out of a trance. farleigh repeats his earlier comment, finally getting a reaction from felix. the group recovers because while the moment had been almost uncomfortably intimate for something so casual, this is far from the first time felix has started (casually) seeing an 'outsider'.
some time passes and you finish your first drink. when felix notices, he asks if you want another. you tell him that you don't mind getting your own, but felix is insistent. you stand so that he can get up.
a part of you wishes you could have found an excuse to go with him. the gesture, in theory, is nice, but without felix's protection, being left with his friends feels like he's thrown you to the wolves.
annabel, a little tipsy and now curious asks, "so, how long have you and felix..." she trails off with a knowing look.
you kind of get what she's implying, but it feels like too random and too unfitting of an assumption to be accurate. "oh, we've been friends since around right after syllabus week, felix ask--"
"no," she shakes her head, "i mean--" she tries again, this time asking with precise language.
your face grows a few degrees warmer. "oh." the slight laugh that follows the syllable is too genuine for it to be you playing coy. "no, it's not--we're friends."
friends. you genuinely believe it. annabel fixes you with a tight lipped smile that makes something in your stomach knot.
you decide that her question must have been prompted by you sitting on felix's lap. you've also heard enough stories about them to assume that they have an on again off again, sort of thing, and because you really don't want to make an enemy of her, you try to justify it, "that was just--you've known him way longer, he's just like that."
oh my god. he's fooled you. completely convinced you that that's normal. before annabel can really react, felix comes back. he hands you your drink and kisses your cheek before sitting down next to you. he doesn't ask you to go back to where you were sitting before, but he does keep a hand on your knee.
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some bestfriend!reader concepts ft oliver
another bestfriend! felix blurb :)
bestfriend! felix and reader basically dating
#kind of want to write more bestfriend!felix at some point#saltburn x reader#saltburn imagine#felix catton x reader#felix catton#bestfriend!felix#jacob elordi#jacob elordi x reader
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DESTROYED - L. HEESEUNG
Pairing: heeseung â„ reader
Warnings: smut, oral female receiving, mentions of violence, not proofread
Genre: 18+, smut, minors do not interact!
WC: 2,332k
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âIf he puts his hands on you again, you have to let me know, you promise?â He holds his mother by the shoulders, looking at her with eyes full of seriousness, and she nods softly.
âPromise.â She stood on her toes, placing a kiss on his forehead.
With one last reassuring pat on her back, he heads towards the sofa, grabbing his backpack and putting it on his shoulders before leaving for the day.
As he exits, he locked the door, making his way down the steps and taking the sidewalk to school.
Heâd be lying if he said he wasnât thinking about his last encounter with you.
But it didnât matter anyway. He had more important things to think about than some stupid girl.
That being said, it didnât stop him from watching you all day.
Literally, all day.
Were you really that scared of him? Was he really like his father? Did he really even care?
He thought he didnât, but wondering ate him up for the rest of the day, especially when you did your very best to avoid him by any means possible.
It bothered him because he never wanted to be a person to be avoided, but alas, he is, and what can he do about it?
He wishes he could go back to that day and just leave you alone.
Sure, it was quick, easy sex, but he gained absolutely nothing from it.
He knows heâs fucked up. He knows better than to get involved with others because he canât regulate his emotions. He can only suppress them, and he hasnât been able to do much of that lately.
So why he suddenly slipped up so easily was beyond him.
The thing he fears the most happening happened.
You were scared because of him.
He only knows two ways to deal with any situation, and thatâs violence or anger.
Itâs funny because only now did he realize how flawed that was. How could he deal with every situation with rage and expect people not to be scared of him?
But his past molded who he is today and instead of trying to change he just distanced himself from people cause he thought he was doing everyone around him a favor.
Whoâd want to befriend a person with trauma?
When you first looked at him that day for a second, his curiosity was piqued cause you had been the first and only person to acknowledge him.
Of course, thatâs his fault as well. He kept a low profile on purpose, so no one would try to get to know him.
But after years of being invisible out of seemingly nowhere on a random day, something about him apparently caught your eye, and you couldnât stop staring.
What you wanted, he doesnât even know, but he didnât want to know because if you tried to get close to him, itâd only be bad for you.
Cause he was bad.
In his mission to protect his loved ones, he became a person who you needed protection from.
It started on a Sunday afternoon. He clearly remembers his dad always had that day off, a day that was meant for rest, and spending time with family turned into a never-ending shouting match with his mom's bruises and broken glass.
He was just ten at the time, a little too young to understand the gravity of it all, but by the age of sixteen, he was well aware because he was now a part of the Sunday shouting matches, the endless screams and cries that went on till late at night.
It wasnât just yelling either as bad as yelling was he wished that was the only thing that happened.
But it was physical, too, which is no surprise because of the type of man his father was.
Tending wounds and cuts quickly became a nightly routine for the pair.
A time of bonding for him and his mother, the most important woman in his life.
But Instead of bonding over family vacations and road trips, they were bonding over their shared suffering.
Come eighteen it was just a staple in the household every night heâd prepare for it counting down the hours until a fight would ensue and pray it ended as soon as possible.
Six years later, he went from a cheerful kid with a bright future to someone who didnât even know the meaning of bright.
All he saw was darkness, despair, rage resentment.
He doesnât know why his mom stayed, but if she stayed, he stayed.
Thereâs no way he could leave her alone with that monster.
Unfortunately the situation and his lack of ability to direct his emotions elsewhere turned him into a person he had no control over.
He was angry at the world, angry at his dad, angry at his situation.
Why couldnât his family be happy? Why couldnât they have dinner and talk about their day like normal? Why couldnât his father love him? Was he just that fucked up? Was all of this his fault?
He hates that he even questions himself for being at fault, but itâs hard not to when he was treated like trash by his own dad.
But deep down somewhere, he knows itâs not his fault, or at least he tries to reassure himself of that, but it was easier said than done.
So now he sits staring mindlessly out the library window, his face solemn, features tired and hardened.
An expression that never seemed to leave his face.
He doesnât like feeling upset, but he just is. He always is, and yeah, he knows thatâs a problem that needs to be fixed.
But who is he kidding? Heâs a lost cause. He canât be fixed.
Hell, he doesnât even know if he deserves to be fixed at this point.
After what heâs done to you, to his father, to anyone thatâs forced to be around him.
Sometimes he felt as if he was exaggerating because he knows people have it worse so what did he have to complain about.
He doesnât know anymore. Heâs just moving through life day by day without any regard for anyone who crosses his path, and thatâs how it is going to stay.
He was set on that but as quick as his mind was made up it was changed as he saw you leaving the library the one where you first met.
Despite his better judgment and the anxiety he feels in his racing heart, he packs up and follows you out.
He stays on your trail, walking a good distance behind you so you wonât notice him.
Somewhere in him, he wished you did.
Maybe hoping that since youâre the first person to show him any interest that maybe you could bring something out of him that he couldnât pull out of himself.
He knows itâs stupid, really, but he just wanted to be normal for once, have a girlfriend, go out on dates, make friends, and be a regular college student.
But that was buried so deep down that he knows it exists. He just doesnât feel like it could reached.
Just like you couldnât be reached as he watched you from afar, twisting your door open and going into your home.
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The whole week went on like that, him following you, watching you.
Itâs weird he gets that, but that's the closest heâs ever gonna be with you.
Maybe he wanted to apologize at least he thought about it but the last time a sincere apology came from his mouth was so long ago he couldnât remember.
Would you forgive him? Probably not.
That fact made him sa-
He didnât care one way or the other.
Yet after taking a one-day break from practically stalking you, he was at it again.
This time, doing something that probably wasnât his best idea.
He quickly closed in behind you, catching you completely off guard.
âShh shh,â he shushed you while covering your mouth and quickly opening the door to the dreadful classroom that you have been stuck in with him one too many times.
Before the panic could settle in your veins, he gently kissed your forehead. âI'm not gonna hurt you, y/n,â he breathed out, dropping to his knees before you and putting his hands on your thighs, stroking them up and down softly.
Shocked by the suddenness of his actions, your body grows weak at the sight of him kneeling down before you.
He grips your thighs, making you gasp softly, his hands bunching up your skirt. âI promise.â he draws his face closer to between your legs, peering up at you with his big round eyes.
You know you should say no, push him off, curse him out, and leave, but you were weak for him. Even after everything, you were still oddly drawn to him, so you stayed still, waiting for his next move.
âLet me make it up to youâ he looked forward, his face leveled with your core, the outline of your pussy lips being shaped by the tight cotton material of your underwear.
He leans in, kissing you there softly and inhaling your scent, his cock growing embarrassingly hard in a matter of seconds.
Then his tongue falls from his mouth, slowly lapping at your core. âHeeseung,â you breathe out quietly, head resting on the door as you feel the familiar heat between your legs.
He listens to the sounds of pleasure that come from you, his eyes closing shut as he gets into it, his tongue sliding back and forth until your panties are damp with more than just your arousal. His hot tongue feels even better now that you can feel him through your soaked clothing.
He tugged your underwear down, revealing your perfectly shaven cunt. He licked his lips at the sight licking all over your smooth vulva, groaning at the softness as it met his tongue. You taste, sound, and look so good.
He uses his cold fingers to spread your lips apart and slide his tongue back and forth through your engorged folds.
Your hand finds his hair, fingers instinctively running through it, tugging at the roots, causing him to furrow his brows in pain, but he likes that cause pain is all he knows.
The pointed tip of his nose rubs your clit, and you whimper in pleasure cause it felt so so good.
He used his right hand, sticking two thick fingers in your aroused cunt, working you open on them as your knees buckled.
After filling you up, he removes his finger from inside you and stands up so he can take you somewhere more comfortable. He lays you on an empty desk, setting you down gently as he takes his rightful place on the ground on his knees, eating you out for forgiveness.
At least, thatâs what this was in his head. In some way, this was easier than saying it out loud. He could only hope that you somehow understood him since sex was the only positive experience you had with him thus far.
His fingers slip back inside, prodding at your hole, his fingers curling up and rubbing that one special spot in you.
You gripped the desk, head thrown back as you moaned and whined at the sensation. He was so good with his tongue that you couldnât even think about anything heâd done up to this moment.
Sucking on your clit he releases it with a lewd pop looking up from between your legs, loving the raw reaction you give him.
Chest heaving, mouth parted open, and your pussy squeezing on his fingers almost too tight he can barely push in, but he forces his way past your tight walls fucking you faster with his digits, your delicate body squirming on the desk.
He gulps down the juices that he collected on his tongue, sucking on your nub again, and you squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm quickly builds.
âFuckâ you say breathlessly, and the soft curse that leaves your lips makes him go even harder fucking his fingers into you at a rapid pace, his lips wrapped securely around your clit, sucking an orgasm out of you.
Both your hands find his hair, this time tugging and pulling at it as you bite your lip and roll your hips into his face.
He moans against your heat as you yank on his hair. âHeeseung,â you say, blissed out, shaking before him, and the tight clench around his fingers is all he needs to confirm youâre feeling good.
He groaned, eyes rolling back in his head at your taste as he rode out your high, slowly rubbing your walls, giving you the most pleasure youâve ever felt.
He licks your clit gently, careful not to over-stimulate you as you welcome every single last one of his touches.
You huff out a heavy breath, your heart pounding in your rib cage. As you catch your bearings, your hearing still sounds muffled due to the sheer intensity of what heâs done to you.
When youâve settled enough, his fingers slip out of you, and he doesnât hesitate to suck them clean.
He licks off the remainder of your cum and then kisses your clit.
He slipped your panties back up and helped you stand, his fingers lingering on you just a little longer than they needed to.
His eyes shifted, and he almost looked nervous as his eyes darted to your lips but shifted away even quicker.
You two shared eye contact for a few seconds, both of you searching for words, but coming up with nothing, he turned away and disappeared out of the classroom before the silence became too much.
A faint smile reaches your lips until you make a face of realization, finally registering what just happened.
Even when you come to and fully understood what just took place you didnât regret a second of it.
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day 1: camping and candle
âUgh. Why are we doing this again?â Danny complained as he watched his dad pull supplies out of the GAV.
âWell, your dad and I agreed that everyone has been a little too stressed. What with the ghosts destroying part of the school and your father and I's recent slump.â Maddie absently replied as she began clearing a spot for the fire pit.
âBesides Danno. This gives us the perfect opportunity to try out the new and improved Fenton Anti-ghost Tent.â Jack shouted as he put a glowing box on the ground and pressed a button on the side that caused it to fold out into what could only be described as a family-size carnival tent.
âHay Jazz?â
âYa Danny?â
âPlease tell me you packed the actual tent.â
âYes. I even managed to buy a box of MREs in case Mom and Dad brought contaminated food again.â
âA week of MREs. Yay. Well, we might as well get our side of camp set up 'cause I am not sleeping in that.â
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âCome hi everyone this is going to be fun. Think about it! Tents, roasted marshmallows, campfire stories. This will be awesome.â Dick said as he jumped out of the van and started unloading camping supplies.
âThis is a survival training exercise, Richard. Not a family bonding trip.â Damian said as he looked at the single-family size tent that Dick had packed.
âFor once I agree with Damien. This is not what I would consider âfunâ or âawesomeâ.â Tim said as he set up his laptop to finish his report for the next WE project that is due next week.
âI just want to know how the hell I got roped into this.â Jason grumbled as he started picking up stones for a campfire ring.
âCome on guys. This is as close to family vacation as we have been able to get in, like, ever. Let's make the most of it and have some fun.â Dick pleaded with them. âYou agree with me, right Duke?â
âI mean. Except for you and Damien, we're all city kids. But I guess it could be fun.â Duke hurriedly added on as he saw Dick start to pout. âYeah, yeah. Well, I ain't setting this up myself. Duke help me with these rocks. Tim helped Dick set up the stupid tent. And Damien you got the most experience in survival training. I need you to go through and scout the area and pick up wood for this fire.â Jason said while ignoring Dick's happy dance at his family getting along and helping each other.
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âCome on Danno! How can you protect yourself from ghosts if you don't put on the Anti-ecto Spray?â Jack asked as he followed Danny as he gathered wood for the fire.
âWe're in the middle of the forest, Dad. All we have to worry about out here is bugs and bears. And we have a spray for both already.â Danny argued.
âHe's right Dad. Besides you have that Ecto Shield that will be covering the camp once everything is set up for the night.â Jazz said, watching as her dad pouted and walked over to their mom.
âMadds? You'll put on the Anti-ecto Spray won't you?â
âI'm sorry dear. But you know that stuff causes my skin to rash. I think I might be allergic to something we used in it.â Maddie said as she pulled out a dutch oven and some baking supplies. âHere honey, why don't you go and make some fudge? I know how much you like your campfire fudge.â
âCampfire fudge is pretty good. But we're going to need more firewood if we're going to bake.â
âI got it Dad.â Danny said, taking off into the woods in a desperate attempt to get away from all the anti-ghost stuff.
âThat's my Danny Boy! Always eager to help out. Make sure you get some good size logs too!â
âIâll go with him. For the buddy system.â Jazz said as she began to walk in the direction Danny had run off in.
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âTt.â
âDon't Tt me. A dutch oven is an essential if you are going camping.â Jason said as he checked to see if the water was boiling before moving the pot back over the fire so that the water in it could stay hot.
âIt is cumbersome and will weigh us down if we must move quickly through the woods.â Damian huffed.
âWell, it's a good thing we aren't going to need to move quickly through the woods. Now here's a knife and some potatoes. They've already been washed so now they just need cut up.â
âAnd what makes you think I will help you cook?â
âFor the same reason that Tim is cutting up veggies and Duke is cutting the vegan turkey sausage. If you want to eat. You need to help.â
âRichard is not helping.â
âRichard would burn the forest down if we let him do anything more than roast marshmallows.â
âHay! I'm not that bad.â Dick whined from where he was still struggling with the tent.
âAugust 26th, 2010.â Tim deadpanned as he put the veggies into the oven.
âOkay. That's not fair Tim.â
âUm. What happened in 2010?â Duke asked before they were interrupted my a loud explosion to the east of them.
âPut a pin in that Glowstick. I think we should check that out.â Jason said as he put the lid on the pot and moved it away from the fire before Tim quickly grabbed the bucket of dirt they had and smothered the fire with it before taking off towards the sound.
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âWhat the hell was that!â Danny yelled as he dropped the sticks he was carrying and ran back towards camp.
âI donât know! Just run!â Jazz shouted back as she pulled out her collapsible creep stick and tossed Danny the laser lipstick.
By the time they broke through the brush, they saw the camp in chaos. The new tent was trying/failing to eat Jack and Maddie was fighting the ecto lights.
âI kinda want to let them suffer.â Danny said as he deactivated the lipstick. Only to sigh as a group of four men ran into the clearing and began to try and help.
âI donât think thatâs an option anymore.â Jazz commented as she watched the human tank shoulder-check their dad to get him out of the way while a tall slender man expertly climbed the poles of the tent to get to the power switch that was at the top of the tent for some reason.
âI donât know Jazz. They seem like they're doing a good job.â Danny replied as the shortest and skinnyest of the group tried to help Maddy with the lights.
âIâll get the lights. You get the tent.â Jazz sighed before taking off and using the creep stick to tangle the lights and yank them out of the portable ecto-battery that their parents brought with them. Danny in the meantime ran to the GAV and climbed on top to give him a clear shot at the off button seeing as the tent was moving too much to climb. One clean shot and the tent folded in on itself, back into the box it was that morning.
âDanno! Jazzypants! Good job!â Jack shouted as he scooped both kids into a hug.
âAnd thank you to you four as well. Itâs clear you have had training but you should really leave the ecto fighting to the professionals.â Maddy addressed the young men who had come over to make sure everyone was okay.
âEcto fighting? Lady I donât knowâ The tank asked as he crossed his arms.
âWhat my brother means to say!â The one who tried to climb the tent interrupted. âIs that weâre from Gotham so are kinda used to having to fight. Iâm Dick by the way. This is my brother Jason. Tim is the one who is currently investigating the tent box? And Duke is standing next to him. And last but not least this is Damian!â
âWell, itâs nice to meet you all! Iâm Jack! Thatâs my lovely wife Maddie, and these are our kids! Jazz and Danny!â
âYou were quite adept with your baseball bat. Have you ever thought about training with a bo staff?â Damian asked Jazz.
âItâs actually what I was originally trained in when Mom was training me how to fight.â Jazz said while straightening her hair once Jack put her and Danny down.
âIf you want honeybun I can make you a new bo staff when we get home. It would offer more maneuverability during a ghost fight.â
âGhost fight?â Tim asked as he and Duke walked over to the little family.
âYa! Me and Madds here are ectobiologists!â Jack excitedly said before Jazz took the wind out of his sail.
âIt doesnât really matter what we are right now. The FAT completely wrecked the camp. The GAV and the MREs are okay but weâll probably have to move camp or go home.â
âI saw an old cabin to the west of us with some candles and stuff not far from here when I got the first batch of firewood. We could stay there and leave some of our supplies in exchange for anything we use.â Danny chipped in.
âHay! I think we passed that on the way here! Maybe we can all camp together! Safety in numbers you know?â Dick suggested as he bounced on his toes.
âThatâs a great idea! How about you boys gather your camp and meet us there!â Jack cheered before he ran off to pack the GAV back up.
âDanny dear. Can you go with them and mark a trail to the cabin for us? Hereâs some orange ribbon to tie to the trees.â Maddy said before ushering Jazz off so that Danny could âhang out with boys his age.â
âSo,â Danny said as he started down the trail. âGotham huh?â
âYup. Where are you from?â Dick asked.
âAmity Park.â
âThe most haunted place in the world?â Tim asked as he pulled out his phone and began typing.
âSounds interesting.â Duke said only for Danny to through his head back and groan loudly causing the siblings to look at each other.
âYes, it's haunted. No, I would not recommend going. The government already has itâs nose in it. And even though my parents didnât recognize a group of Wayens doesnât mean I didnât. We do not need that kind of publicity.â
âFair enough.â Jason shrugged while leaning over to look at Timâs phone.
âLetâs just get this done.â Danny grumbled trying to walk ahead of the group.
âWeâre totally going to investigate this arenât we.â Duke whispered when Danny was far enough ahead.
âTt. Obviously Thomas.â
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An hour late but I think I did it. Hope everyone enjoyed it!
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Yandere Elite Serial Killer
Thinking about the rich hunting the poor plot of thousands of movies
Popular and inexplicably vain itâs a surprise he goes to your college at all
But because of his status and immense popularity you never quite got close to him
Only knowing about him because of gossipÂ
His existence doesnât matter to you until the college plans to take everyone on a cross-country trip
That happens to be sponsored by an anonymous donorÂ
You somehow end up in a travel group with him and his most loyal groupies
You didnât even know you were in the same class
But when the school asks for a payment he generously pays for all expenses
âIf all it takes is a bit of pocket change to have these nerds do my homework, then Iâll pay for it!â
He scoffs in your face if you try to refuseÂ
having the principal tear your check in front of your face if you try to pay yourself
But you pack your bags prepared to get on the plane booked for the class only for one of the nicer groupies to stop you
âUh, where do you think you're going?â
âTo the plane?â
âOur plane is on the tarmac. Weâre not getting packed in like a bunch of sardines.â
âBut I already bought the ti-â
âLook nerd stop complaining before he leaves you.â
When you do get on of course itâs a shock to have an attendant nicely handle your bagÂ
Of course, you fidget as you watch the groupies casually sit in specific padded chairs
As though those were their designated spotsÂ
Youâre watching them so intensely you miss the grey eyes watching you
âYou.â
âHuh? Me?â
âWhere do you want to sit?â
âUhm Iâll just sit over here.â
You randomly pick the spot farthest from themÂ
He scoffs again and snaps his fingers
âNo, you wonât youâll sit over here.â
The seat heâs pointing at is right beside himâŠ
But a girl is already sitting there
You hesitate looking nervously at the girl whoâs engrossed in her phone
Wille exasperatedly sighs before turning in his seat to kick the girl off it
âAhh!â
Thud
It looked like it hurt
But no one reactsâŠat first
Before one of the groupies chimes in
âMove Piggie! Itâs obvious Wille doesnât want you here!â
The otherâs laugh while âpiggieâ slowly gets up moving her things she gives you a hard glare before moving to the row over
With Wille impatiently snapping his fingers you sit in the seat
Now being weirdly included in the conversation
Though itâs completely out of your realm of understanding they are seemingly including you
You donât get the chance to ask why he wanted you here but you couldnât complain
When an attendant served you a hearty meal that happened to fit all of your likes and dislikes
You are made to hold someoneâs bag or do the otherâs assignments issued for the class but you canât complain
Especially when âpiggieâ is the one who keeps getting pushed around
Once the plane lands itâs constantly like thisÂ
In museums, restaurants, and lecturesÂ
The pattern continues and as expected you feel incredibly indebted to Wille
So of course youâll look past the slightly demeaning tasks he sends you on
Or when the groupies need the opinion of a âcommonerâ you answer
Itâs never as bad as it is for âpiggieâÂ
Who ends up paying for some of the other groupiesâ shopping spreesÂ
Or when someone deems their outfit ruined or out of style itâs âpiggieâ who has to buy something new
You feel awfulÂ
But youâre sure if you spoke up theyâd absolutely leave you in this foreign country all alone
So youâll try in another way
âHey, I uh filled out an extra assignment if youâd like it?â
For once you might see them accept and start coming to you to talk
Itâs niceÂ
To speak to someone more sympathetic to your situation
But things donât really kick off until the last dayÂ
And you by association are invited to the intense partying of your group who invite others from your college
There Wille demands that everyone in your group come to his vacation home where his family isÂ
To work off the hangovers and keep the party going he saysÂ
He says itâll be another week before you all head back to the college
Whether you drink or not you donât mind the small extension on your tripÂ
after all, all of your expenses are paid for
So without being able to refuse you join the group Â
a butler welcomes you as soon as the chauffeur drops you all off at the castle-like vacation home mansion
Unexpectedly there and looking at watching you all gawk are Willeâs family
His father, his mother, his older sister, and his younger brother
They all are just like him with long wavy hair and cattish grey eyes that seem to see all
They welcome the group but theyâre honestly quite cold
You donât mind all that much though
Theyâre polite enough for the first three days
But then as the end of the week approaches it just gets stranger
Not just for you but for the others as well
âH-h-hey did any of you guys notice Willeâs little brother has a lot of stuffed pets?â
âReally?â
âWell, did you see how that old man was looking at me? Creepy!â
Finally on the sixth dayÂ
more accurately at midnight, the hunting really begins
Faced with Wille himself smiling wider than you could have ever imagined right along with his family with their own twisted faces
âYou wonât believe how many social climbers cling to us like leeches! In our world. They have their protections and safeguards that stop us from bashing their brains in. But youâwe could do that and so much more because no one cares about you. No one!â
Itâs alarming, to say the leastÂ
The dirt under your nails
The cries of the others
Wille continues
âBut it's nice to imagine right? So weâre going to play a little game! You all get until midnight tomorrow to escape our property. If you do you get to keep your little worthless life. As a bonus, weâll reward you an extra million for all the trouble! So, everyone ready to play?â
Screams are heardÂ
And a gunshot goes off
Someone else breaks down again
âGood energy, you have until sunrise.â
Like frightened deer you scatter
Part 2
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PIDW!YQY goes back in time to his disciple days after he dies. Heâs alone and upset, and determined to do things right this time. He wonât take a sword too early, but he will still rush to go save SJ because that has to fix something, right?
At least this time he already knows how to read and write, and the basics of cultivating. Everyone is heralding him as a prodigy, and as soon as his child body is ready, heâs taking a sword to go save SJ.
Except there is one other thing he needs to do. He can leave most of his future sect siblings alone to do their thing, and catch up with them later. Thereâs no point in interfering with something that doesnât need his help. But! That slimy traitor Shang Qinghua!
He caused so many problems for them. YQY did not want him as a head disciple of An Ding, or as the peak lord, so he goes to do something about it.
Only⊠Did SQH always act like that? Was he always so nervous? YQY watched him almost cry as an older disciple shoved work onto him, instead of glaring and backstabbing them later. What had happened to him over the years?
What is actually happening is that YQY had known OG!SQH and this is Airplane. Completely different people! But YQY doesnât know that, and can only assume that SQH betrayed the sect after years and years of hardship! And YQY is selfish, and very SJ focused, but even he isnât so much of a hypocrite as to condemn SQH for something he wouldnât condemn SJ for.
So he goes and befriends him. Mostly to keep an eye on him, and to stop him from being a traitor, but still. Meanwhile, SQH is shocked and confused why the future sect leader is even talking to him?? And what to be his friend?? He didnât really have much of those, and maybe he liked the company, but he knew what was to happen! What was the point in getting close to YQY only to watch him suffer?
Wow, screw that. SQH pulls some strings and goes up to YQY one day and says, âWow! Look! A mission, for us, two young disciples without swords, days away! Wonât this be fun?!â
YQY stared at the mission sheet, which looks entirely authentic, blankly. It takes them right to the town that he had left SJ in. âWhere did you get this?â
âMy Shizun.â
ââŠ.â
ââŠ.your Shizun?â
ââŠâ
âUhg, find. I might have forged it. For a vacation? Itâll be fun.â
It was not fun. But they got SJ back and ran for it and made it back to the sect in good time. Their shizunâs were upset, but they couldnât find a way that the mission could have been forged because it was that good. YQY was suddenly glad to have SQH on his side, and is now completely convinced that he had seer powers.
Maybe that was why he joined the demons last time? Years of abuse at the sect, and knowledge that demons would win? YQY hates it, but is only more determined to keep SQH as a friend. He starts laying hints that if SQH ever meets a demon, that YQY would like to know about it! Heâll be less made if he was told, as opposed to finding out later, promise!
SJ, for his part, can tell what YQY is doing to a point. Heâs just glad that YQY has actually started manipulating people to his advantage. His Qi-Ge is really growning up.
Donât ask me what happens what SQH does come up to YQY to tell him about MBJ. I havenât thought that far lol
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You know what I would kill to see?
Nedzu, in the Zone.
He IS a registered Hero, after all. He probably gets calls for missions. Failing that, he's still legal allowed to intervene. Like, say, if some poor four year old were losing their shit? Got separated from their mommy, their headache, which has been getting Ochier ALL DAY has finally gotten Really REALLY bad... and they... they just CAN'T! So they melt down.
Whoops. Four year old with portals.
In a crowd.
Luckily he, Mr. Principle, is a "cute" looking sort of Hero. And as an educator, well trained in de-escala-*CRASH!* Some jackass glory chasing young thing, with no care for innocent lives around them, smashes onto the scene. Terrifying the poor child. Which obviously makes their non-existent control WORSE.
Starts throwing the word "villian" around.
Nedzu is going to EAT his license in front of him.
The poor thing is hyperventilating, crying, clinging desperately to Nedzus suit. Things are being flung from portals. Sucked into portals. He's seen no less then 53 SEPERATE dimensions on the other side of those rifts. At least two were to the open void of space.
He narrowly dodges a portal straight into the heart of a volcano. Can feel the blistering heat singe his fur. Alumni from HIS school, at least, have arrived to actually SAVE people. Get the crowd away from the danger zone.
And to think, all he wanted was some tea.
How this MORON doesn't recognize him, he has no idea. His graduates are actively SHOUTING his identity, for heavens sake. Yet the glory hound continues to chase his so called "villians" at the expense of everyone around him.
He's about to throw the boy to a near by police officer, to get to safety, when the worst occurs. The tract of land he was about to push off of disappears beneath them. The boy's mother screams. He activates High Specs, world slowing as his mind rushs. Twisting, he throws the boy high.
The portal closes before he can see if it is Eraserhead or Cementoss who will be the one to catch him. The odds were 68.3% in Eraserhead's favor. He hopes... Aizawa, does so take these things quite hard, he hope he will not blame himself.
There was no way to catch him in time.
He was already gone.
Gravity arrests, slowing to a drifting meander. The air thick with something the burns his sensitive nose. Green. Everything is a very peculiar green. This is not a planets or if it is, it is countless times larger then Earth. A gas giant of some sort? There does not appear to be a horizon.
In the distance, an almost stereotypical spaceship changes destinations. Now aiming right for him. It seems aid might be on the way. With nothing better to do, he waits. They slow to a stop, a hatch opens, and... oh? A young Hero student! Hello there young man! I am Mr. Principle of the illustrious UA!
And just? Danny? Trying to return this small furry alien guy back to his alien hero school? Getting the run around and "hmmmm, let me look that uuuup *takes forever* yeeeeah, soooorry. You're in the wrong department. You'll have to fly like three days to this OTHER department, fill out 260 forms, and dance for our amusement. Byeeeee~"
Like? He just wants to get this guy HOME! Why are you all LIKE THIS!?
All while Nedzu is " :) My, this is FASCINATING. I am learning new things, battling wits, learning new languages, AND guiding a promising young mind towards a future of Better Heroics? Delightful! This is practically a vacation!"
He even stops by the Fentons for dinner. Some fudge. A little light destruction of Goverment branches on the side. Just? A Grand ol adventure of Nedzu.
Danny suffers through bureaucratic hell. But Nedzu? The most mentally stimulated he's been in years. His crops are watered and his fur is groomed. Thriving! New toys!
Then?? He just... shows back up to work.
How did he return? Where has he been?? Who is this glowing green Hero Child groaning face down on his very expensive carpet? *sips tea* wouldn't YOU like to know, weather boy! *maniacal Nedzu laughter*
@hdgnj @babbling-babull @lolottes @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @hypewinter @spidori
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yandere boss when you find another job
warning: fem reader, yandere themes, obsessive behavior, abuse of power
At first, he notices a change in your demeanor, you do as you're told but you don't engage with him as much as you used to, the conversations you two had felt quite..personal to him, you two would talk in his office where no one would overhear or interfere, you even had inside jokes that only you two would understand, it felt special to him, so when conversations with you wouldn't go past five sentences alarms started going off in his head, did he say something to upset you? has one of your co-workers been bothering you? just tell him he can take care of it in the blink of an eye! it's not like it would be the first time he's done that for you. Perhaps your workload has been too exhausting? he'll happily give you a vacation if it means you'll treat him how you used to
This man reflects for a whole day to make he didn't upset you in any way, he gives you simple errands and prolongs your breaks but that only seems to spark even more of an unpleasant emotion in you, he replays all the security cameras in the office to see if someone has been harassing you which doesn't turn out to be the case but it does lead him to notice you being on the phone more often than usual and his mind immediately goes south, has she gotten a boyfriend? when? how have I not noticed this..
He backtracks all your calls to find out who you've been talking with so he can deal with them properly but he finds that most of your calls have been with another company..what would you need from another company? a job application? you were planning on leaving him?!
He becomes so paranoid, he goes to every length possible, he makes everyone in the office guilt trip you into staying with comments on how work would suck if you weren't there, how they would have a crisis every week if you weren't there to handle it quickly and swiftly every time, just what would they do without you?
He almost goes as far as giving you a bad reputation in the company you were planning on applying to when it finally happened..
You walking into his office with the most serious face you've had since he hired you, he listens to you utter the words "I'm resigning" from your beautiful soft lips and the rest is turning into muffled mumbles in his brain because the only thing he's thinking of is locking you both in his office forever where he can keep his eye on you, where you can't run away from him.
You finish the speech you so clearly prepared and exhaled while looking at him expectantly, guilt written all over your face, he doesn't say anything for a few seconds, the silence filling up his spacious office until it's broken with a deep chuckle, your shoulders slump down, that definitely wasn't the reaction you were expecting, he rises from his chair and starts to make his way around the desk to where your standing, the sound of his hitting the floor with every step only makes you more nervous "what could you possibly want from another company love? everything you need is right here!" you shift your weight to step back "I..well I already told you why-" he steps closer invading your space "ah yes you mentioned it but that's simply not good enough, see, all the reasons you've mentioned I can take care of I still fail to see why you would go searching for that somewhere else, could it be me you're escaping?" you're eyes blow wide "no! of course not..look, sir, I'm sorry but even though I know you're fully capable of providing me with what I'm searching for but I've already decided..working with you has been-" you jolt as he slams his hand on the desk trapping you against it, his head hangs low for a second before he lifts it and your heart skips a beat at the look in his eyes, you've never seen him look at you that way the entire time you've worked here " ah..your behavior over the past two weeks makes sense now, you were too guilty to act the way you usually do because you knew it was special too! and you just couldn't bring yourself to do that when you were planning on leaving..oh you sweet little thing, it must have been so hard to act so cold towards someone so special to you but alas, your efforts are in vain because you're not going anywhere my love.."
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Baby fever | LN4
Lando Norris x fem!reader
Something short and fluffy while I work on a Lando requestđ«¶đŒ
summary: Babysitting Landos niece made you both wonder how it would be to have a baby of your own.
warnings: well uh, a baby HAHA and wanting to get preggooo. Think thatâs it? Lol idk
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Summer break meant calming down, relaxing and spending time with your or Landos family. You were currently on vacation, with Landos family tagging along. Right now everyone is sprawled out in the living room of the cozy house he rented. Lando sitting on the floor with his niece Mila, playing and making stupid faces at her. Not gonna lie, the baby fever is definitely hitting you hard right now, your focus on Lando and baby Mila entirely.
It is torture. The scene playing infront of you is probably the cutest thing you've ever seen and never ever in your life did you want to have a baby of your own so badly.
Mila is laughing hysterically while Lando continues making even more stupid faces at her. At one point, he even starts babbling gibberish and Mila laughs throwing random sounds back at her uncle. He has a tiny toy car in his hands, one Mila seems to like very much. Slowly you approach both and as soon Lando notices you he gives literal puppy eyes, face screaming 'why is she so adorable'.
"How's it going Uncle Lando?" you smile, sitting down next to your boyfriend and his niece.
Lando looks very proud of himself, yet he doesn't really answer. Instead he simply gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, pulling you closer into his side to give you some cuddles.
"...she's adorable" you whisper, absolutely smitten with baby Mila.
"i know." he whispers back, wrapping his arms around you tightly and pressing his cheek to your shoulder. Suddenly, Mila pulls on your shirt, wanting your attention as well.
"Hey little Mila" you say softly, taking her into your arms. As soon as she's with you, her face lights up and she gives you the most adorable grin, with a tiny tooth. Lando just looks at you with a huge grin on his face. You give her small kisses all over her face, muttering against her skin "who's such a cute baby, hm? Who? Youuuuu!"
Mila coos and laughs, enjoying the attention you're giving her. Lando joins in laughing and then starts speaking baby language at her, making the little princess giggle even more.
Little do you know, Landos brother and wife are watching you three from afar. They have a smile on their face, happy their daughter is having such a great time with her uncle and his girlfriend. They can't help but think that you two would be amazing parents.
Suddenly Lando stops, getting a bit more silent. You can feel his gaze on you and for the first time since you joined them his attention is entirely on you instead of the baby. "What?" Your tone is soft yet questioning. Lando blushes. "You.. you wanna..?"
You have a faint idea of what he wanted to say based on his expression. You can't help but smile. "I think so..." you whisper and look back at Mila.
Lando pulls you closer so that you're seated on his lap. He looks at you and then back at Mila. A soft grin appears on his face as he softly strokes your hair out of your face. He puts his other arm around you and when he starts to speak again, his tone is sincere and warm "Let's do it."
Your eyes grow wide, big smile on your face. "Really??"
Lando nods his head. He's about to say something else when Mila suddenly takes the toy out of your hands and waves it infront of you, making you laugh. Your boyfriend quickly takes the opportunity to kiss you. He's so close to you and you take a moment to admire his beautiful face.
You sign, playing with a curl that fell to his forehead. "I really want a mini Lando. Your curls and your eyes and ugh- everything to be honest.
Lando only smiles at your words, kissing your forehead. He tries to pull you even closer but baby Mila is having none of it. At least that's how it seems to you and her uncle, as Mila starts pulling on his legs, demanding his attention once again. You giggle at the sight. "I think your attention is required, Uncle Lan."
'Uncle Lan' sighs and rolls his eyes playfully. He kisses your forehead again before taking Mila back into his arms and continues to play with her and makes her laugh. "...you're gonna be an amazing dad" you whisper lovingly.
Your boyfriend only blushes again, clearly touched by your words. With Mila in one of his arms, he places the other one behind him to lean back a little, simply staring into your eyes for a few seconds before he suddenly tells you how much he loves you. You smile, slowly placing your hand on his cheek, caressing it lovingly. "I love you too. So much."
You guys may still be young, only babysitting for now but both of you are well aware that the other person is the one you want to spend the rest of your lives with. You can't wait for Lando to be the father of your children, marrying him, being a family. He's your home. And you are his.
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