gisborneholly

[brookiidookiii]

havent caught up on the bold and the beautiful in a while but hope and thomas are together again?????? areyou kidding me. and finn is siding with his homicidal mother instead of his wife who killed her in self defense i hate these people

[whiskeynwriting]

Eyes On Me

Simon “Ghost” Riley x OFC “Bones”

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Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) 

Flirting, pining, size difference, mentions and descriptions of injury, mentions of battle, dirty talk, praise, dry humping, unprotected vaginal sex

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Summary: Ghost gets a life-threatening injury, and it’s your job to make sure he returns to full-health. 

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A/N: I rarely do summaries on one-shots, but since I’m introducing a character I figured I would (: I loooove this character, and I’m really hoping to write more one-shots with her and Ghost in the future!

Part Two: Lucky

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Working on them was easy, they took everything you gave them like champs. Splints, stitches, cleanings, anything they had, you took care of. They’d bite their tongues, ball up their fists if they had to, but for the most part, that was it. Vargas wouldn’t whine, but Gaz would. Price was nearly silent and in all honesty, Soap whimpered like a baby. But Ghost, he didn’t ever make a sound. 

It wasn’t always like this, you weren’t always 141’s go-to medic. Before, you were here for everyone. Whoever needed you, that’s who you tended to. You got so good at it that at one point, you’d been promoted to a rescue mission position. Daily helicopter rides became your usual. Freezing temperatures and smoke-filled air met your exterior shell on a weekly basis. You’ve even been dropped into open fields full of bullets and bloody cries. The training you received was minimal, but enough for you to take it and run. You had talent, that talent growing into expertise. You knew how to defend yourself, your reflexes were good. You could shoot a gun and if need be, hold your own. That’s what got you to 141. 

They impressed you, they still do. The team worked like a well oiled machine. And when you first saw them, you immediately questioned him. 

“What’s with the mask?” You’d asked him, straight to his face. He tilted his head. “Is it still Halloween?” 

The boys laughed, but Ghost didn’t. His fingers curled, and he sucked in a breath. You were brand new; not a good way to start off with him. Hey, it’s not your fault he took it the wrong way. You love Halloween. Sometimes you even find the scary things sexy. 

Eventually you learned the real reasoning behind his mask, behind the skeleton head that hid his face. Honestly, you were intrigued by it, his anonymity. But sometimes, it got in the way. 

“Blood type?” You’d asked, going through each soldier’s file as you became acquainted, some months ago now. 

“Unknown.” Your colleague responded. 

“What? What do you mean?”

“We have little to no information on Ghost’s background.” 

“What if he starts to bleed out? Or needs a blood transfusion?” 

“Guess I’ll die.” Came his gruff response. 

Spinning around in your small and circular wheeled chair, you saw his bulky body taking up the majority on the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest while leaning against the frame. 

Why is she so interested in me? He’d wondered, suspicious of you. What he should’ve been asking himself is, why am I so interested in her? 

He’d seen you work on his team, you were efficient and clean. He’d even go so far as to call you fearless. And surprisingly, he finds himself liking that. You were a bit of a brat, but at the heart of your teasing jokes, there was a sense of playful familiarity. And overall, having you around was good for his men. He didn’t know how vital you were to his team, though, until you had to be flown in to rescue him. 

Pressing into his wound, you didn’t even feel him flinch. The gauze was soaked in the red stain seeping from the cut in his skin, and you were running out of supplies - you were running out of time. And apparently, your frantic nature showed. 

“Hey,” You direct your sternest voice at him. “Ghost - Simon, eyes on me.” 

He’s spiraling; body feeling light and his consciousness leaving you quickly. His eyelids are fluttering. 

“You worried about me, love?” He was out of it, losing blood and flirting while in his hazy state. It was the first time he’d ever been nice to you. 

But really, he wasn’t just being nice because his body was going into shock and losing his grip on reality. He was talking to you this way because he didn’t know if he’d ever get the chance to after this. 

Giggling, you shook your head, happy that he was now responding to you. “Nah, big boy like you?” Patting his shoulder, you said, “You’ll be just fine.”

Even if he didn’t show it, Simon was worried, too. 

“But I bet you wish you’d told me your blood type now.” 

He wasn’t happy. Simon didn’t ever seem that happy, but right now, he definitely wasn’t happy. All he’s ever known is a military lifestyle, training and being out in the field. Having his team’s back, contributing to the work effort, that’s what he was best at. And now, he can’t do any of that. At least, not for the next couple weeks. 

“I’m not a child.”

“Never said you were.” Rolling your eyes, you openly sass him. “It’s just a blanket.” 

It was the first day of him being in your mini infirmary, just the two took up the room. Each of the boys came in to give him a pat on the shoulder, make sure he was doing alright. But in all honesty, Ghost hated this kind of attention. Being coddled and cared for. He could take care of himself. 

“Are you hungry?”

“No.” He grunts, looking away almost childishly. 

“Suit yourself. I’m gonna go get some pizza.” 

At this, he perks up a bit, groaning. “Can you bring me back a box?” Mumbling, he’s still looking away.

Before you leave, you turn back around with a grin. “Sure thing, big boy.” 

Once you’re finally gone, he sighs, his emotions contradicting each other inside. Frustration doesn’t even come close to what he’s feeling. He never gets injured in the field. Is he losing his touch? Surely not, he’s still in his glory years. For him, it’s embarrassing to be seen like this, not just in front of the boys but in front of you, though he’d never admit it. You make him feel nervous inside, like he has to heighten the man he already knows himself to be. He has to be tougher around you; he can’t show any weakness. The only problem with that, was that he did have a weakness, a major one. That gaping hole in his chest. 

“Alright,” Coming back with two boxes of pizza, you set them on your desk, moving them to the side. “Let’s clean you up.” 

“I can do it myself.” 

“Okay, look.” Wiping your hands off of your pants, you turn to face him. “This is my job. Would you get angry at Soap for clearing a room before you? Or Price for conducting an infiltration route?” 

This makes him stop, closing his mouth for a moment, although you can’t see it. 

“I’m part of your team, you have to acknowledge that. Your job is to kill bad guys, and my job,” Taking a few steps toward him, you point to his chest. “Is to fix the mess the bad guys make.” 

Ghost shifts his shoulders, looking away from you for just a second. And after a moment, his eyes return to yours, and he nods. 

Reaching down, he cracks the knuckles on his hands, and it takes everything in you not to break his eye contact. Every movement of his muscles makes you sweat, the ripples of them more than a beautiful sight. He’s impressive. All he has on right now are a pair of shorts and a bandage wrapped around his upper chest. Other than that, he’s bare. You can see the muscles in his abdomen, the impressive form and firmness of them, the bulges of his biceps and the chorded muscle in his forearms. His legs are thick, huge, sturdy enough to hold his entire weight along with two other men, if need be. Again, impressive.

Satisfied with his nonverbal response, you turn to grab the essentials. Pulling over a small, wheeled tray, you begin your work. Ghost sits up off the back of the bed for you, allowing you to remove the bandages around his chest. He maneuvers himself to sit cross-legged while you do it, his head tilted down to watch you work.

Truthfully, Simon thought you were attractive the moment he saw you. And then you made fun of him. But when he balled up his fists, when he inhaled that sharp breath as a reaction, it wasn’t because he was mad at you. It was because right then and there, he was attracted to you. 

“You ever been stabbed like this before?” 

He doesn’t answer for a minute, not really wanting to admit it. But then he shakes his head. “No.” 

This tells you something, it tells you that you’re tending to the worst injury he’s ever had. And you’re shocked by his answer, you would’ve assumed he’s had worse. But a stab to the chest that just barely misses the heart? Yeah, that’s pretty bad. 

He doesn’t budge when you apply the antiseptic, allowing you to work in peace. Once you’ve cleaned the wound, he’s surprised to feel your hands. His eyes widen while keeping his gaze on you, watching as your fingertips explore him. They move across his chest, just barely gliding over his skin. 

“Doesn’t look too bad.” You murmur to him, eyes trained on his chest. 

Ghost is undeniably the fittest out of the entire team. He’s huge, and not just in height. You haven’t seen his naked torso since the day he was stabbed, and when you were tending to him then, you definitely weren’t thinking about how attracted you were to him. You were working to save his life. But now, you have time to let your thoughts wander, to let yourself experience what he feels like. 

Trailing down a bit, your fingers graze over his abdominal muscles, your tongue briefly sliding across your lower lip. His muscles are firm, smooth, and warm. Your touch makes him feel uncertain; he doesn’t know what you’re doing, but it’s making him nervous. Well, not nervous, necessarily but… excited. 

“What happened to you being nice to me, huh?” You ask, tilting your head up to look at him. And the smile you offer is pretty. “Thought you’d be my best friend after I saved your life.”

This makes him laugh, a small grunt coming out toward the end from his injury. You’re right, he should be nicer to you considering the circumstance. He should also be nicer to you because, well… he fancies you. 

“I’m sorry.” He finally acknowledges, albeit quietly. “I know I’ve been acting… standoffish.” 

“It’s okay,” Shrugging, you reach for the clean bandages. “I get it, you’re embarrassed.” 

Sighing, he looks down at your nimble hands again. “Yeah.” 

“Let’s get your blood pressure before you eat.” You then tell him, changing the topic while retrieving your tools. “Then I’ll leave you alone,” Glancing up at him, you grin. “I promise.” 

Right now, he doesn’t want you to leave him alone. You’re nice company. 

Attaching the cuff over his bicep is a feat in and of itself. His muscles stretch the fabric, but it ends up securing around him adequately. You then take your stethoscope, applying it to his inner elbow while you begin pumping the meter. Glancing up at the machine, you focus on the readings, and absentmindedly, your hand wanders. While continuing to record his data, your free hand slides down his arm and into his palm as you steady yourself beside him. 

Widening those pretty brown eyes, he releases a breath, now looking further down. He’s surprised, but honestly, it feels nice. Makes him relax. And while staring at your smaller hand now resting in his, he inhales deeply, curling his fingers slightly around your hand. This makes your head snap to the side, having not fully realized what you’d done. But Ghost doesn’t move when you look at him; he does stare at you though, right into your eyes. And while keeping your gaze, he lightly squeezes your hand. He really is sorry. He’s grateful.

The days following the first are actually pretty nice. With your main focus on Ghost, the rest of the crew seem to leave you alone for the time being. 

“You’ve been a big help lately.”

“What?” Comes that thick, English accent. “I’ve done nothing but sit on my ass.”

“Yeah, but it keeps them,” Pointing out into the training yard, you finish, “Off my ass.” 

Turning, he stretches, watching his team run around and lift weights on the field behind him, only a window separating them. 

“It’s like I told you, sweetheart.” His head then moves, returning his gaze to you. “You’re the finest thing they’ve seen in months.” 

“Oh, yeah?” You tease. “What about you?” 

Since he’s been nicer, you’ve been spending more time at his side. You didn’t need to sleep here, he was fine by himself, but after that first night, you did. You couldn’t help yourself. Thinking about him all alone in the infirmary while you lay cozied up in bed made you sad. You didn’t want him to get lonely. So, you slept on the small loveseat in the corner, the one the boys usually sit on to smoke. And your sleepovers were starting to make you close, that sweet little nickname being evidence of that.

“What about me?” Under his mask, his face heats up. He knows what you’re asking.  

“Am I the finest thing you’ve seen in months?”

Under that skull-painted cover, he grins, giving you a single nod. “You’re pretty.”

“Oh, Ghost,” Walking over to him, you lean into his bicep, clutching it. “I knew you’d eventually fall in love with me.”

Rolling his eyes, he grumbles with an amused tone, “A pretty big pain in my ass.”

After he says this, you laugh, pushing yourself off of him. 

“Bones?” Your comm link buzzes slightly, a bit of static coming through. 

Pressing your button, you tilt your head to the side. “What’s up?” 

“Searg. is calling a meeting.”

“Time?”

“Eighteen hundred.”

“Alright, I’ll see you then.” 

“Bones?”

Once your conversation has ended, another one promptly begins. Lifting your head to face him, you raise a brow. “Yeah?” 

Ghost tilts his head to the side slightly, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Never heard anyone call you that.”

“Yeah, well you’re not on my med. team.” 

“Well, you’re on my team, aren’t you?”

Giving him a thoughtful pout, you eventually answer with, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” 

“Then we should know your cover.” His voice is stern and gritty, deep and rumbling. It’s like how he talks out in the field. 

“Well, now you do.” Giving him a quick wink, you turn away, intent on doing some paperwork before your meeting. 

“What’s the meaning of it?” When you don’t immediately answer, he calls for you. “Bones?”

Something about him using your code name makes you grin. 

“I’m known for breaking them.” Turning, you face him once again, a smile plastered across your smooth lips. 

“Known for breaking bones?” He clarifies, sounding skeptical. 

“Yep.”

“Huh,” He scoffs, “That’s not exactly something to boast about, is it?” 

“Well, it wouldn’t be if they were mine.” 

Oh, now he gets it. 

“I did a lot more than sew up wounds before I came here.” With a heavy sigh, you reminisce on your time in the field. But you made a choice to be here. “I used to break them, now I heal them.” 

He never knew. And honestly, this new information only makes him more attracted to you. A badass soldier with a gentle touch? Sounds like his kind of woman. 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” You emphasize, “I’ve got some paperwork to do.” 

“Fine.” He returns flatly, and you giggle. He really sounds upset about that abrupt ending. 

“Think you’re gonna be okay by yourself while I’m gone?”

“Won’t be a problem.” He grunts, shimmying to lay back down. “I’ll just sleep.” 

Throughout your hours spent together, you’ve discovered that he’s quite the fan of naps. He takes one every day around three in the afternoon, and you wonder if he’s finally enjoying his rest. It doesn’t help that you often have to leave him while he’s sleeping, though. You’ve liked being by his side lately, it’s comforting. His presence has begun to grow quite kind, and even in the quiet times, it’s nice. But you still have meetings and other duties to tend to. Which include the one you’d been called to. 

Ghost’s gentle snore is what prompts you to look up, your eyes searching for his own. But they’re closed, one arm propped behind his head with his other hand laying over his stomach. He’s fully laying on the bed, the blanket only covering up to his waist. He’s still shirtless, and right now, he looks practically naked. Aside from the mask. Eyes trailing up his form, you take in the steady rise and fall of his chest, the light-colored hairs scattering his pectorals, and even further down, leading from his belly button to the hem of his pants. It makes you sigh, he looks peaceful. You’ve never seen him so relaxed. 

You don’t like the thought of him waking up to a room empty of you, so to make up for it, you head to the cafeteria. As quietly as you can, you return with a large pizza, one with his favorite toppings on it. Steak, mushrooms, onions, and two kinds of cheese, specifically provolone and American - strange and lengthy details, but ones you memorized, nonetheless. And after you set the box down, taking in another look of him, you turn to leave. 

Eventually, the smell wakes him up. How could it not? It’s his absolute favorite thing to eat. But he has to be careful, he needs to keep himself in shape over these couple of weeks, or he’ll need more training than originally planned. Sighing, he props himself up, the realization now setting in. 

She did this for me. 

He knows it was you and not the boys because of the little note on top of the box. 

Ghost, 

I’m at a meeting until six tonight, I’m sorry I probably won’t be around when you wake up. Here’s some pizza to make up for it. Hopefully you still love me <3

Bones

He rolls his eyes at that last part, a smile pulling on the edges of his lips. You can be so sarcastic sometimes. But he likes it. You make him laugh. 

While you’re gone, Simon thinks about the way you take care of him. You’re so gentle with him when changing his bandages and cleaning his wound. Your smaller hands touch him so softly that it makes him feel things for you. He wonders, is he just interested in you because you’re the only woman around? Or is he interested in you because you’re funny? Because you’re nice? It’s because you’re such a tender caretaker and you remind him of all the love he never got in life. 

Looking back at the note, he reads it again. It sounds like you’d regretted leaving him, even for something as important as a medical staff meeting. Maybe you’ve been enjoying his company, too. 

When night rolls around, you snuggle up on the couch, pulling the blanket you’d grabbed from your cot over your shoulders. Ghost just stares at you, one leg laying flat on his bed with the other up, the sole of his foot planted on the mattress. 

“How the hell do you fit on that?”

Shrugging, you answer with, “It’s easy to fit in places when you’re not an enormous tank.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” 

“You should,” Smirking, you can just barely see his eyes in the darkness. Those nearly black orbs find your own, and it makes your chest tighten. “I like the way you’re built.” 

He chuckles, amused. “Yeah?” And then he reaches for a pack of cigarettes next to his bed, lifting the edge of his mask. “Why’s that, love?” That word makes the skin on your face burn. 

You get a small flash of his face when he lights the end of his cig with a match, and you notice something you’ve never seen before. 

“What’s that scar from?” It just comes out on its own. He knows you’re talking about the one on his jaw. 

“You didn’t answer my question.” He points out, taking a puff. And for some reason, you find that so hot. 

“I’ll answer it if you answer mine.” 

Sometimes, you aggravate him. Sighing, he speaks through the darkness, telling you, “Fine.” 

A sly grin crosses your face on the other side of the room, and you wonder if he can see it. He can. 

“I like men with muscles.” And he likes that answer. “Makes me feel like they can take care of me.” 

He exhales calmly into the nighttime air between the two of you, pressing his lips to the cigarette and then inhaling once again. Ghost knows he could take care of you. 

And then he thinks about his own response, settling with, “It came from a knife.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Rolling your eyes, you scoff. “You gotta tell me more than that.” 

Flicking the ashes of his cigarette into a tray, he lays back a little on the bed. “It was a mission in the Middle East. Bloody heat was killing me, I had to lift my mask up.” 

Oh, wow. Honestly, you were just kidding. You never thought he’d actually tell you anything more. But you take this chance and run with it, listening intently so you don’t miss a single piece of his story. 

“We were ambushed,” He continues, shaking his head. “Price never saw it coming.”

Truly, you can’t even imagine. Sure, you had your time in the field, but it was nothing compared to what he’s gone through. 

“We took them out, but not before one of them got to me with a knife. Sliced up my jaw.” Ghost exhales a puff of smoke, watching it billow into the air. Then he gently shakes his head. “Didn’t let him get any further ‘n that.” 

By the end of the story, his voice has grown flat. Maybe he doesn’t like thinking about his scars. Maybe it’s why he keeps the mask on. 

“Could I… could I see?”

“My scar?” Comes his instant response. “What for?” 

“I dunno,” Shrugging in the dimly lit light, you glance down at the floor. A timid gesture that he again sees. 

After a moment of silence, he figures, what the hell? Having you be close to his face didn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. Besides, he likes getting a good look at you. Finishing off his cigarette and rubbing the butt of it down into the tray beside him, he says, “Why not?” 

Looking up, you shake your head. “It’s okay, I don't have to. I don’t even know why I asked.”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Come over here, doll.” 

Almost giddily, you do, shoving your blanket to the side and popping up onto your feet. He chuckles deeply upon seeing your reaction, watching you scamper over to him. 

“You’re excited about this, huh?”

Shrugging, you grin, standing right next to his bed. “Maybe.”

You don’t give a single shit about his scar. You want to see him. Being close to Ghost gives you a good feeling. 

Leaning over, you turn on your desk lamp, illuminating this corner of the room. And when you come back to him, you’re met with the incredible sight of his eyes. They’re dark brown in shade, but in the dim light, they're a dazzling pool of honey. But what really catches your eye is the lower half of his face. His mask is still pulled up, revealing his mouth, chin, and jaw. 

“Can I touch?” You then ask, keeping your voice quiet. 

He eyes you up and down while your gaze is fixated on his mouth. His lips curl, and he nods. “Sure.” 

Lifting your hands, they fall to either side of his face. When you make contact with him, he closes his eyes, exhaling a slow breath, accepting your touch. He can’t remember the last time he let someone do this. 

“Hm…” You don’t mean to, but you hum, fingers trailing along his jawline and chin. He has stubble here, just barely. It seems like when he’s crept away to the showers at night, he’s shaved. 

Ghost’s eyes trail across your face, feeling your breath on his skin. You’re closer than you ever have been before, and it makes the muscles in his chest tighten, makes his pulse quicken. Licking his lower lip, he whispers, “How’s that feel?” 

“Good.” You respond, nodding, your eyes not once leaving his mouth. “I like it.”

“Why’d you want to feel it?” He then wonders aloud, and he wishes you would look up at him. He wants to look into your sweet eyes. “Haven’t you seen enough scars in your lifetime?” 

“I don’t really care about scars.”

What the hell?

Scrunching his brow, he then asks, “Then why the hell did you want to see mine?”

Now, you do look up into his eyes. Taking a deep breath, you work up the nerve to say what’s floating through your mind. “Because it’s on you.”  

Immediately, he swallows. His gaze falls to your mouth for the first time since you’ve been this close, flickering back and forth from your eyes to your now slightly parted lips. And all at once, he sits up a bit straighter, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you in.

As if you’re expecting it, you melt into him, letting him press you to his body. The fingertips on his jaw slide along his cheeks as you move to fully hold his face in your hands, Ghost’s lips easily meeting your own. One large arm slides around your back, hand securing to your waist as he pulls you further into him. 

Heartbeat pounding in your veins, you gasp quietly against him, molding your mouth to his as you return his enthusiasm. Your hands hold onto him tightly, sliding down to the back of his neck. But then he stops, releasing a rough sigh and opening his eyes to look at you. 

“Come here,” He whispers hurriedly, his other hand reaching out and tugging on you. 

“Ghost, I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?” His lips are moving over your jaw, his hands still pulling on you. 

“You’re healing.” 

Scoffing, he leans over the side of the bed, hands securing themselves to your lower back and upper thigh. He then hauls you forward, leaning down so he can hoist you up onto his lap.

“Oh!” 

“I go back into the field next week.” He grunts out, now looking up at you. “I’ll be fine, sweetheart.”

“Ghost, I -”

“You know my name?” He asks, his rough, baritone voice demanding your attention. 

And suddenly, you feel extremely fucking small. Your legs slide forward and down, straddling him. Quietly, you squeak out, “Yes.” 

“Say it.” 

Leaning forward, you embrace the excitement of being on top of him. Your hands return to hold his face, and he lets you. Bringing yourself in close, you look into his eyes. 

“Simon.” 

“That’s right.” Comes his breathy exhale, leaning in to close the small gap between the two of you. 

And then Simon’s hand is on the back of your head, pushing you further into him. His other lands on your hip, fingers curling around your flesh. He smells like cigarettes and cologne, tastes like mint and tobacco. And you overtly, eagerly, wholeheartedly, welcome him. 

“Closer to me,” Simon grumbles, the hand on your hip curling around your lower back. He pulls you until you’re flush against his chest, your breasts pushing up against his clean bandages. 

“Simon,” 

He groans into your mouth when you use his name, repeatedly moving his lips over your own. Your legs press tightly to the outsides of his thighs, holding him close to your body. And when he feels your hips shift against him, when he hears your soft, delicate moan, he decides to slide his tongue into your mouth. He licks inside, rubbing the wet muscle over your own. Moaning wantonly, it echoes into his throat, the hand on your head sliding down to hold your jaw open. The way he moves against your mouth is almost overwhelming, full of passion and lust and a particular sense of need. 

“You wanna take this off for me?” His accent is making you melt. “Can you do that for me, love?” 

Tugging impatiently on your shirt, those frosty eyes look into your own with a look of utter desperation. But also control. Ghost was always in control. 

Nodding, you reach down, finding the edges of your longsleeve shirt and slipping it up and over your head. 

“Oh…” He moans - Ghost fucking moans. His head immediately dips down to the luscious space between your breasts, mouth finding your skin. 

“Oh,” It comes as a complete surprise, him surging down to kiss you here. “Simon…”

Fuck, you’ve wanted to do this since you met him. You both have. 

His mouth drags along the curves of your chest, and you’re surprised when they’re followed by tender kisses. And then his hands drop, groping your ass. 

“I want you.” He growls against your breasts, nipping at the soft slopes of them. “What do you want, love?” 

“I want you, Simon.” Nodding quickly, your hands slide back up to his face. In your hurried state you accidentally move the fabric of his mask just a bit, and his hands come flying up to your forearms as soon as it happens. 

“Don’t take it off.” It’s a firm boundary, a stern warning. His head lifts, too, eyes staring menacingly into you. 

“I wouldn’t, I won’t.” He looks at you almost skeptically. “I respect your privacy.” 

When he doesn’t budge, you wiggle on top of him. “Please. Simon, I wouldn’t ever do that to you.” 

Slowly, his hands leave your forearms, loosening their grasp. He’s deciding to trust you. 

One of those meaty hands falls to your chest, still holding your gaze while he cups you. The other rises to your neck, fingers curling around the back to pull you in again. This time, though, he doesn’t return to your lips. This time, he goes to your neck. Rolling your head to the side, you let him, feeling Simon’s teeth scrape along your skin. He’s feeling every inch of you that he can, hands falling to your ass when he feels you move over him. With a firm grasp, he urges you forward and back, grinding your covered crotch over his own. And while he’s busy exploring you, you take this opportunity to explore him. 

Delicately, your fingertips slide down his face, down the chorded muscles along his neck, landing on his sculpted shoulders and then moving to his biceps. When you squeeze the thick meat of his arms, he groans, smirking mischievously against you. With your nails scraping lightly over his taut skin, they quickly find his back, gently scratching him. His muscles are flexing, damn near all of them. He’s so worked up with you like this on top of him. And he’s still moving you, shoving your hips over his crotch and manhandling you in the softest way he knows how. He’s strong, but he’s gentle with you. 

The length of him is palpable beneath his thin shorts, settling right into your covered folds. And it makes you moan, makes your breaths pick up and your center pulse. The air is thick with arousal, the room lit dimly in the soft, yellow hue of your small lamp. His breaths are hot, fanning across your face in humid and heavy wafts. But then he stops, taking a breath. And for some reason, your sass decides to fill this brief, empty space. 

“So,” Sighing, you’re also working to catch your breath. “Does this mean you think I’m pretty?” 

He chuckles, that beautiful smile making itself known. “Does this mean you like my muscles?”

“I love your muscles.” Wiggling even closer to him, you grin, sucking in a tight and excited breath. Your one hand then slides down his chest, his abs, curling around to hold his hip, your thumb just barely brushing his pelvis. 

“Yeah? Even when you’re sewing ‘em up?” He asks, that deliciously rich accent making you flutter inside. 

“You can’t do that again.” Shaking your head, your hands move to hold his face. It’s a tender act. “You can’t scare us like that again.” 

That night, you swear you started to see the light fade out of his eyes, and that, well… that was a first for you. You saved Simon’s life. 

“You care about me, eh?” He replies in the cockiest voice.

“Your team cares about you.” Eyes flickering down to the bandages on his chest, you then say, “And yeah, maybe I do, too.” 

Simon’s body flexes beneath you, hips rutting up into your own. And now, it’s his turn to hold your face in his hands. He lifts your jaw, making you look at him. 

“Hey, don’t worry about that now.” 

“Are you okay?” Eyes darting back up to his, they’re filled with concern from the memories of that day. “With me sitting like this on you?” 

He gives you a cocky grin. “I’m just fine, sweetheart. Don’t you worry about me. I’m a big boy, remember?” 

This makes you smirk, one hand finding its way to his pelvis with much more confidence than before. “Is that right?” 

“That’s right.” He nods, keeping that gorgeous grin. “Think you wanna take it?”

Breathing out a small laugh, you give your head a single shake. “I never knew you wanted to fuck me so bad.” 

“You never noticed the things I’ve said to you?”

“No, I noticed. I just thought… maybe it was harmless flirting.” 

At this, his head tilts, eyes boring into your kind orbs. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me harmless in my entire life.” 

“Yeah, you’re one scary motherfucker.” Leaning in to kiss him, he accepts it with a heated moan. “And I find that sexy as hell.” 

“Well, you said you like fixing bones.” He’s feeling desperate for you at this point; it’s like you won’t stop teasing him “Hop on this one, then.”

“Oh my god, you really are like every other fucking guy.” But you’re already reaching for the bottom of your sports bra, slipping it off your torso in one go. 

“God damn.” Large hands instantly return to your breasts, cupping and weighing your tits in his palms. His chest dips dramatically from releasing such a heavy breath, leaning in to kiss one of your delicate peaks. It’s firm and wet, the repeated press of his lips. And it wouldn’t be so overwhelming if he wasn’t practically making out with your tits.

Seeing your naked form for the first time sets his own alight. He always knew you were a sexy little thing, and now, he’s got first hand proof. Your curves look delicious, and if he weren’t in a tiny medical bed, he’d lay you down to lick them. 

“You want me?” He doesn’t expect this sort of response, his surprise going tenfold when he feels you reach down between your bodies. 

“Oh,” He releases a tight breath, feeling you run a finger over his erection. 

Staring into your eyes, he gives you an almost predatory gaze. “You know I do.”

Easily, you slide your shorts and panties to the side, revealing your delicate sex to him, though he can only barely see it. And then you’re reaching down, fingers curling over the band of his shorts to pull him out. When you do, he releases a sound you’ve never heard from him before, his jaw hanging low. He’s long and firm, crimson at the head and already leaking. The pulsations rocking through his cock are, at this point, an almost painful sensation; and when you look down, you grin. Letting the length of him rest on his lower abdomen, you move yourself so you can slide your glistening lips over him.

Simon hisses at the contact, strong hands cementing themselves to your hips. But he doesn’t stop you from moving. If anything, he only encourages you to. 

“You get off on this?” He suddenly asks, the feeling of your slippery center sliding against him making his head spin and his insides tense. “Fucking your superior?”

“Baby,” You laugh, shaking your head while continuing to move over him. “I’m on the med. team, you’re not my superior.” Taking a breath, you reach out, grabbing his jaw and lowering your voice to speak. “But you did get one thing right. I do want to fuck you.” 

Before he can say anything, you’re lifting yourself, his throbbing tip prodding at your entrance. You hold his gaze, an unexpected moan drifting from your lips when you finally begin to feel him. 

“Fuck,” He grits out, fingers digging into your sides and urging you down. “Come on, precious. You can take it.” 

Sliding down only a few mere inches, you wince. Holding onto his shoulders, your fingernails dig into his skin, scratching harshly at the firm muscles all along him. He’s bigger than you’d imagined him to be. His girth is wider than you’ve ever had, and when you reach down to feel him you quickly discover he also isn’t lacking in length. 

His military voice then comes out, that stern, commanding tone. “Focus - hey, eyes on me.” Irises snapping up to his, you do as you’re told. “That’s a good girl.” Jesus Christ, you didn’t expect a single ounce of praise to come from him.

Simon’s dominant hand then slides down, the pad of his thumb finding the reddened nub at the peak of your sex. Your hips jolt when he presses the thick digit against you, but with his free hand on your back, he brings you in. He applies pressure, prompting you to lean on him, his mouth seeking out your nipples once again. Slipping his tongue out and over your skin, it forces you to whine, feeling your hips rock involuntarily against him. With the stimulation coming from his thumb and tongue, you find yourself relaxing, resting on the weight of him. 

“Feels good, yeah?” 

Your fingers find the back of his head, your own dropping back. “Yes…” 

It’s overwhelming and sexy as all fucking hell. Simon can see the marks he’s left on your neck, shoulder and chest, and he grins, knowing they’ll be there in the morning even if he won’t be able to see them. He doesn’t stop the movement of his thumb, keeping the same amount of pressure as he swirls little circles over your sensitive clit. His mouth is sucking on you, too, his tongue running over your nipples in wet and passionate swipes. And altogether, it works like a charm, lubing you up enough for him to slide entirely inside. 

“Simon.” 

“You’ve got it, yeah… there we go…” The only hand that moves is the one that was touching your clit, fingers now attaching themselves to your hip once you’re entirely seated on him. 

“Fuck me,” You’re clinging to his shoulders, both arms wrapping around his neck. He’s removed himself from your tits, resting his face in the slope of your shoulder, just beside your throat. 

He’s searing hot and filling you completely, his tip seated deep in your guts as you pulse around him violently. And Simon’s aware of his size, so he waits for you to make the first move. And he snuggles into you while he does, resting in this brief lull. 

Feeling another person surrounding his body like this brings out a sensation from the depths of his heart, a feeling he hasn’t experienced in genuine years, decades, even. He feels like he can relax in your embrace, like he can let go with you. 

“Oh, god.” Head dropping back, you shift slightly, beginning to move. 

“Yes,” He encourages you, reaching up to hold your neck. “That’s it.” And then he pulls, bringing you down to him. Your lips meet in a small clash, tongues colliding as soon as you make contact. 

This entire event awakens something inside of you. It’s like he’s consuming you, taking over your body and every part of your mind. And you’ve felt like this for weeks, months; you’ve ached for him. At night you’ve touched yourself to the thought of him, and during the day, you’ve dreamt about him. It was so hard to be in his presence, knowing you couldn’t have him, that he probably didn’t even want you in the first place. But he does; he wants you just as badly as you want him. 

Simon sways his body with you, leaning back against the head of the bed. He uses this slight change in position as leverage to shove his hips up into you, giving you small and shallow thrusts. But he lets you do most of the work, grinning while admiring the way in which you find your pace. 

“You’re a tight thing, aren’t you?” His voice is gruff, eyes lowering to stare at the space where you’re repeatedly connecting. And then they furrow, mouth dropping open when he finally witnesses you lifting and lowering your hips. “And look how well you’re taking me…” 

“You’re… so fucking big.” Lowering your head, you then offer a half smirk, shaking your head at him. “Guess you really do have reason to be cocky, huh?” 

“Damn right, and I’m glad you know it.” 

“Jesus - fuck!” The first word is said through a scoff, the second through a high yelp. 

“You feel like makin’ fun of me again?” Simon then challenges, having lifted his feet and planted them directly on the edge of the bed. He uses this leverage to punch himself up into you, huffing out a sharp breath when he feels you fall onto his chest.

“Fuck, baby - I’m sorry.” You immediately lift yourself up, looking down at his bandages. “Are you alright?”

The fact that you’ve so easily been able to call him baby makes Simon smile, his teeth even showing for the first time that you’ve ever seen.

“You need to stop asking me that.” He says in that deeply, gritty tone. And then he shoves you forward again, knees high in the air as he lets you rest over his chest. 

Your arms slide around his neck, clinging to him as he begins to shove himself up into you. Sucking in a deep breath, he grunts out beside your face, his arms wrapping around your naked torso. He’s starting to feel sweaty, sticky, his skin warm and glistening. And at this point he’s bouncing you on his cock, your ass slapping down onto his pelvis with every move. He let you have your fun; now, he’s fucking you. 

“Oh my fucking god,” You’re trying desperately to keep up to move yourself back against him, but he doesn’t allow it. He’s punching the breath from your lungs, one hand sliding up your back to hold your head. 

He lets out a breathless laugh. “Are you alright?”

“S-Shut up, Ghost.” Comes your stuttered response, now gasping from how deep he’s hitting.

“Uh-uh,” He tuts, “Say my name, sweetheart. Sounds so good comin’ outta that pretty little mouth.”

This makes you laugh, a small hiccup of a sound due to his intense movements beneath you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, wanna hear you say it when we fuck.” 

“Oh, so this is going to happen again?” You tease, feeling his groans vibrate through his chest. Jesus, he’s so sturdy. 

Leaning forward, he grabs a fistful of your ass, growling into your ear, “I damn sure want it to.” 

You take advantage of his closeness, turning your head to capture his lips. “You’re so fucking deep.” 

“Yeah? You want me to stop?” He whispers in return against your lips.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” 

At this point, he’s panting beneath you, sliding down a little further on the bed. You move with him, still holding onto his firm body with a wild desperation. And he keeps your lips on him, shoving his tongue inside your mouth while keeping his brutal pace.

If you were dripping before it’s nothing compared to now. You’re leaking down his shaft, the creaminess of your arousal coating him entirely. And he can feel it; it’s making his eyes roll back into his head. 

“You’re gonna make me cum, squeezin’ around me like that.” 

One of your hands lowers, moving down to hold onto his bicep, and then his forearm. Turning your head to the side, you smile, ignoring his comment while you breathe out lightly, “I love your tattoos, baby.”

“You just love praisin’ me, don’t you?” In two seconds, that tattooed forearm rises, hand grabbing your face. “Bring those pretty eyes back to me.” And when you look into those endlessly deep eyes of his, he grits out sternly, “Eyes. On. Me.” 

“Simon,” It’s a small whine, one uttered when you feel him strike gold inside. “Please make me cum.” Your head drops to his shoulder, and what he does neck surprises you. He kisses your fucking cheek.

“I can do that for you.” 

As if things couldn’t become more intense, he takes it up a notch, ramming into you and forcing your face into the crook of his neck. His hand on the back of your head holds you there, and when you bite into his neck, he groans into the nighttime air. 

“Yesss, baby, don’t stop. Oh my god, please don’t stop.” He’s so big beneath you, his muscles bulging against your naked chest. And he revels in the feeling of your soft tits pressing against him, your beautiful body bouncing as it gets fucked by him. 

“Fuck me,” Comes his gasped out curse, muttering, “Such a good pussy.” 

“Fu-uck,” 

He’s pounding against that delicate spot that’s making you go dumb, your arms and thighs beginning to shake around him.

“G-Ghost, I’m…” 

“Say my name, say it again.” His voice is deep and thick, stuttering a bit. “One more time for me.” His thighs are flexing beneath your ass, one arm wrapped around your back and the other gripping the flesh on your hip.

It’s overwhelming, the feeling shoving its way through your body, coursing through your veins. The excitement of it all is something you haven’t felt in too long of a time, if ever before. Swallowing, you gather yourself enough to do as he says, once again, uttering his name. 

Immediately after, he’s cumming, hips breaking their pace and length throbbing inside you. His forceful shoves against your g-spot make you crumble above him, onto him, your body shaking. The way you’re holding onto him makes him feel like he can do anything, makes him think you feel safe with him. And you do. The world could be crumbling and still, you’d cling to him, knowing he’d hold you in his arms. 

Quivering limbs press against him, your body going a bit numb from the intensity of it all. Your center pulses around his girth, squeezing him tightly while you wash him in your arousal. You can feel his, too, the milky ropes shooting into you, and you revel in the fact that your body has made his feel this good. He’s breathing harshly beside you, pectorals flexing against your naked chest. You’ve never heard him groan so forcefully, not even when he’s out working. And that makes you smile, knowing you bring those noises out of him. A blissful smile crosses your face, body rolling in waves as you experience your own high above him. 

“Fuck me,” His accent is thick, coating the shell of your ear. He’s petting at your hair, body beginning to slump down on the mattress beneath him. “You okay there, princess?”

You’re quiet, still trying desperately to find your breath. Swallowing, you nod, turning your head to kiss his throat, breathing heavily against him. And while his body relaxes, he holds yours above him, urging you to do the same. 

“Maybe I should get hurt a little more often,” He looks over, pointer finger curling under your chin, gently lifting you to look at him. “If it means seein’ you.” 

Part Two

[agendabymooner]

mean ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series

"all you are is mean. and a liar. and pathetic."

summary: sylvie hearth and max verstappen didn't think that their friendship would come to the point where one of them would be attending a court hearing and earning money out of it. they also didn't think they'd come to the point where their friendship shifted into something more than "friendly." (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)

content warning: literally blurb/filler chapter, use of explicit language, brief court hearing scenario, spoiler: sylvie is getting a hot wheels shelf, shitty ex-friends, mentions bullying, defamation, protective!Toto, they're so in love and it's so apparent

note: mustang and cadillac are at it again :))) i also do not know much about where max's karting career as a child?? so forgive me if some of them are incorrect

masterlist

Sylvie Ford’s Former Racing Academy Issues an Apology Five Years After Her Expulsion, Claiming The Report of Misconduct Was False.

Red Bull Racing’s Max Verstappen Addresses Sylvie Ford’s Expulsion from Their Academy - The young driver publicly expressed his guilt for believing the false information. 

Sylvie Ford Sues Former Academy Classmates For Defamation and Emotional Distress — The Defendants Hoping to Receive $1M each for Damages in their Public Images.

2017

“This complaint was filed by Miss Tilly Hearth on February 12, 2008.”

“Yes.”

“Can you please tell us more about the complaint?”

“I don’t know much, but from what I am told, it was against me.”

“It says here that the report was made two months after Miss Hearth entered the Rotax Max Minimax class. You have been constantly teasing her about her abilities in the tracks.”

“If that’s what it says there,” Matt Bauer’s face remained impassive as he continued to look straight ahead.

“Looking at the records, it’s almost as if there is a report filed against you, Mr. Elias Whittaker and Mr. James Hudson every other month for the same reason from the same person— which is bullying,” Sylvie’s lawyer, Alicia, said.

“Objection,” the man’s attorney said from their table, “argumentative.”

“It’s not, Attorney Peterson,” the judge said, “Attorney Mason is simply stating the reports’ reasoning. Unless you missed something while you’re reading the evidence?”

Sylvie sighed quietly, her chin resting against the table while listening. Her other lawyer, Kim Halloway, sat next to her. The man nudged her side lightly, making her tilt her head in his direction before shooting him a smile.

She was getting bored of the hearing. But now that she thought of it, Aimee and Stevie were feeling that way somewhere in the back room.

This was way worse than Legally Blonde if you were to ask any of them. But then again, the Hearth sisters never really expected to find themselves in the court at this early stage of their adulthood.

It was already 2017, and what was a better way to start the year than to find out that your sister was bullied and kicked out of the academy without your knowledge? Not even their mother knew what happened, just that she left the class and continued her education.

Sylvie was headstrong, and she never backed out of a challenge. After each time her sister Tilly reported what she saw, Sylvie merely shrugged it off. She ignored the boys’ behaviour so much that she couldn’t face the consequences of her mental health.

Her family had been disappointed, of course, because why would she hide it away? She would’ve gotten the help that she needed. But the disappointment didn’t last long. Instead, they all started to find a way to speed up the process of the hearing— finding the best lawyers in England and getting each evidence to support her case.

And when Max Verstappen promised he’d be there for her, he never lied. He spent his Christmas with Sylvie and her family as they worked together on stating the case and essential details. Max decided not to spend his time with Dad, just telling him he’ll spend his time in England with Lando. Victoria had flown in to spend the holiday with him and their mother, Sophie, but left after.

He spent so much time with her that he nearly pissed himself whenever Toto visited the estate with Tilly and their son. Toto still didn’t like Max, and it was apparent. Was it because he was a Red Bull driver, or was it because he was a boy who was acting way friendly with Toto’s sister-in-law? Max really couldn’t tell. Looking at the Austrian man who would immediately turn his way was hard.

Regardless, Max remained there. By the third day of the hearing, he was brought up to provide his testimony. He gave them everything that needed to be heard, including how his “friends” manipulated him and how he felt so guilty about not finding out sooner.

And speaking of friends, Matt Bauer and the other two tried reaching out to Max, but the Dutchman didn’t have it. He never looked in their direction whenever they were outside the court, only keeping Sylvie close as they walked out of the courtroom.

So yes, this was more boring than Legally Blonde. Because Max wasn’t there as he finished his duty and nobody could sass her beside him. This wasn’t the kind of hearing she wanted. She really wanted him to chat shit.

She might text him after this.

The lawsuit hearing ended when the jury decided that Sylvie Hearth won her case. Therefore, she was receiving £1.5 million from the three men. Of course, they were outraged, but it was their fault that they had acted like fools. They couldn’t use the “boys will be boys” as an excuse because they all knew that even Max and their other racing friends wouldn’t do something as stupid as falsely exposing their only female counterpart, who had been kind and honest to them.

Hearing his phone going off, Max Verstappen peered down at his screen and found Sylvie’s childhood photo and her specific ringtone displayed. He excused himself from his father, who had asked him where he was going. He merely waved off Jos, going outside to answer the call.

“Hello,” he greeted her. He really should have worn earplugs.

“MAX EMILIAN!” Sylvie screamed through the other side of the call, “WE WON BITCH!”

“YAY!” Max nearly jumped up and down in joy as his smile widened. “You won!”

“I’m a million and a half pounds richer, Max!” She cackled hysterically, “They’re paying me a million and a half!”

“Look at you!” He exclaimed, “And I thought Christian’s paying you well this year.”

“A million and a half…” she muttered quietly before saying, “You know what that means, Max?”

“What?”

“WE CAN GET A CUSTOM HOT WHEELS SHELF FOR MY FLAT!” Sylvie squealed in excitement. Max could hear the kicking of her feet from the other end. “Max! My collection’s going to be displayed!”

Max only laughed at her excitement. He definitely missed her. This Sylvie, he meant. He missed Sylvie, who would get excited over any ordeal. It could be her podium win or the downfall of their enemy— he didn’t care; he missed Sylvie like this. God, the things he would do to see her giddy face.

Maybe it was terrible for him to laugh at his ex-friends’ demise, but it wasn’t that bad if Sylvie got the last laugh. Perhaps next time, they shouldn’t treat anyone like that again— they’d still be able to keep half a million pounds in their bank account if they decided to do so.

[talokanda-forever]

Oh boy.

I intentionally avoided posting any thing about the allegations against Tenoch yesterday because I require time to process information. I needed time to give my brain a rest. This still feels a bit too soon. I will never be one to say Tenoch or anyone else would, "never do something like that." Because I have no idea. I'm hoping that the allegations aren't true. This post is my way of venting. It is in no way meant to persuade anyone else on what they should think or feel about this situation. And certainly not meant to be proof or evidence of why it happened or didn't happen. I don't know. None of us knows.

1. The framing of the dissemination of this information as "news." My biggest issue is that I've seen a lot of Twitter accounts pick up the same link that appears to be the outlet that first brought the Tweet by Maria Elena Rios to light (reforma.com). I don't know what journalistic standards this outlet follows, so I won't speculate. I did check to see if any well-established US outlets had Tweeted anything (Associated Press, Reuters, CNN, MSNBC), and as of roughly 30 min. ago they had not.

So far, all we really have are glorified Retweets, not a news story. There are A LOT of accounts with well designed pages that have all the hallmarks of looking like "official" news organizations, but they are not. It takes virtually no time or effort to Retweet something and start an avalanche. It's a trend that has bothered me for the last decade or so. Journalism requires independently verifying information you have received. It's going to multiple sources to corroborate the information. It's at the very least attempting to reach out to the involved parties to get their statements. It's reviewing public records and court filings to see what has been officially documented. And not to say that WON'T happen at some point, but it sure as hell isn't going to happen within 24 hours. It will take time and we STILL may never know the full story.

2. We should believe victims. ABSOLUTELY! In this particular instance and from this vantage point, Maria is only his accuser. It has not yet been established that she is his victim. I understand that she is a victim involving another individual, and thank goodness she survived that horific attack. However, as it pertains to Tenoch, I don't think interjecting alleged sexual assault in a Tweet focused on a different issue is enough to automatically leap to saying she was absolutely, 100%, without a doubt victimized by Tenoch. If it happened I would hope Maria would take legal action, given she was comfortable enough to make the accusation publicly under her name. Even then, she is not required to do so (which is why I say we may never know what did or didn't happen). I would imagine navigating the justice system in Mexico is no less stressful as navigating the justice system in the US. There are valid reasons for women not subjecting themselves to (potentially) years of legal struggles. But I also hope she wouldn't be so reckless as to throw out an allegation and not allow Tenoch to formally defend himself, assuming he denies these allegations. Once again, something that requires TIME.

3. To all those I have interacted with over the past few months on this site, know that I luv ya! I value our time together here. Regardless of what you've said or haven't said about this situation, that hasn't changed. I'm choosing to reserve judgement because that's how I am and how I will always be. I respect that everyone is not like me (thank God). Like many others, I will suspend posting here because, if for no other reason, I know how to read a fucking room. Let's all be kind and respectful to one another. To those folks who interact with me regularly, don't hesitate to DM me.

[remuslupinsdaughter]

All too much

Aaron Hotchner x autistic daughter reader

Warnings: autistic meltdown, crying, upset reader, Hotch and the team trying to help

It had been a tough morning, Ellie wouldn’t go to school and was struggling with her sensory issues all morning, luckily it was just a paperwork and filing day so Hotch could bring Ellie into work with him but even that was proving difficult.

“Ellie come on let’s put your shoes on” Aaron said lifting her on to a chair, she held on to her feet “no daddy no shoes” she said kicking her feet when Aaron tried to put the shoes on. He sighed, “ok no shoes” he mumbled and put them in her backpack along with some fidget toys, her ear defenders, her iPad and some juice. He picked Ellie up and carried her out to the car, he put her in the car seat and buckled her in, she whined and pulled at the seatbelt trying to unclip it, Aaron grabbed her hands “no Ellie this keeps you safe you cannot unclip it ok?” He said in a quiet but stern voice, she nodded “no unclipping” she repeated, Aaron nodded and got into the drivers side.

The drive was long, Aaron got stuck in traffic which delayed their journey an extra 35 minutes, Ellie was extremely frustrated by the time they got to the bau. Aaron grabbed her backpack and unclipped her seatbelt, he picked her up carried her inside, “hey Ellie you wanna press the button look” he said pointing to the elevator button, Ellie grumbled and lay her head on his shoulder. Aaron walked through and was greeted by the team, “hey Ellie no school today?” Emily asked smiling down at her, Aaron gave her a look that told her everything she needed to know, Ellie squinted and rubbed her eyes then hid her face in her dads shoulder, “hey it’s my number 1 babygirl” Derek said playfully when he noticed Ellie, she didn’t acknowledge him and continued hiding in Aaron’s shoulder, “Ellie aren’t you gonna say hi” Aaron said squeezing her leg gently, she shook her head and tried to cover her eyes with her hands, “hey sweetheart what’s going on?” Derek asked rubbing her back, Ellie flinched away and covered her ears with her hands and began trying to curl up, when she couldn’t it turned into a full meltdown, crying, pushing Aaron away pulling her coat and sweater off.

Aaron noticed what was happening and took her into his office, he dimmed the lights and set her down, she crawled under the table still covering her ears and rocking back and forth, Spencer and Emily jumped into action grabbing her backpack and filling her bottle with juice, they gently opened the office door and slid in passing Hotch the ear defenders and juice, he gently pulled her hands off her ears and replaced them with the ear defenders, “does she need anything else?” Emily asked, “I don’t think so thank you” Aaron replied.

After a while Ellie started to calm down and her cries became soft sniffles and her rocking had slowed, Aaron was sat next the the table waiting for her to come out, he heard the soft muffling of the ear defenders being removed, “you ok honey?” He asked, she slowly crawled out and into his lap, he gently put his arms around her, “shapes game daddy” she mumbled whilst she played with his tie, he slowly traced a circle on her back with his finger, “circle” she said, “yeah” he said and traced another shape, “square” she said, he tutted “you’re too good at this” he said and Ellie smiled, “ok one more” he said and traced another shape, Ellie thought for a second “triangle” she said, “good job” Aaron said and kissed her forehead.

Hope you guys enjoyed! (I am autistic and I tried to replicate what I wished someone would have done for me when I was younger and experienced meltdowns) <3

[glitterandmoondustofficial]

And Onto Further Stillness

Chapter 8

Notes:

Characters: Gale, Tara, Yrelia Rating:Mature Warnings: Nakedness, lots of kissing Notes: Yeah, I changed up the weave scene to fit Yrelia more lol

“Lia, are you certain?” Gale asked as he followed her around their tower. “Darling, I assure you that there’s no need for you to do this.”

“Gale, you’re being so dramatic. I’m just going to start hunting again,” she laughed. “You have started a wonderful job and you’re bringing in good money while I lay around in our tower by myself, reading books and snacking. It’s time for me to contribute to our household.”

“You are!” He argued. “I must point out that you prepare lunch for me every day and you cook a wonderful dinner quite often. Our tower is practically spotless due to your efforts and that includes cleaning up after me. I couldn’t possibly forget that you repair my teaching robes every time there’s a stray cantrip that my students think they have already mastered. Which, I must say, is daily.”

“And as I must point out, you also cook. More often than me, in fact.”

“Well how can I not want to cook for you? You deserve lavish and rich meals as often as possible.”

“And you’re also cleaning almost as often as I am.”

“A clean environment leads to healthy and clear thinking. I’m more organized than I've ever been thanks to your filing system.”

“And you’re picking up clothing repairs very quickly.”

“I can’t always expect you to repair my singed clothing. That’s preposterous and would be all you ever do.”

“Didn’t you come to me during our adventure whenever you needed your robes repaired? You didn’t seem to have an issue with it then.”

“That’s completely different. You were a brilliant star that I could only hope would be willing to fall out of the sky and grace me with your glow.”

“And now?”

“You willingly do so.”

Yrelia snorted loudly. “At least let me do something that only I can do for us. Between teaching, researching, and household chores, you do so much and I feel like I’m not contributing as much as I should. You should allow yourself to come home, not pick up a quill, broom, or wooden spoon, and just relax.”

“But, my love,” he said and took her shoulders in his hands. “You have spent your entire life overworking yourself for a family who didn’t properly care for or appreciate you. You deserve to rest and relax without being expected to do one singular thing. Let me take care of you, Lia, that’s all I want for you, for us.”

She blinked and cocked her head. “Beloved, hunting and processing meat is hardly working.”

“Ah, see, you say that, but I’ve had the honor of observing you do both of those things and it’s an all day event for you, especially if it’s more than one animal.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed and nodded with a smile. “But think of all the high quality meat I can bring home to you. You won’t find a butcher that can produce better than what I can.”

“That is…true.”

“And I can get back into tanning hides and start to really learn how to make things from it other than just rugs. You can’t tell me that you wouldn’t appreciate some deerskin gloves in the winter. They are incredibly warm and versatile. We can’t let your skilled hands get too cold.” She kissed his hand for emphasis. “Also when I hunt geese, ducks, and turkeys I can make things with the down and feathers or I can use them as fertilizer for our garden. So, there’s another way my hobby would improve our lives.”

“You’re not…incorrect.”

“This will also keep me busy and happy and in case of another apocalypse, my skills will remain sharp. Unless you planned on being the only one to defend our home.”

“No, of course not. Tara is quite capable at defense.”

Yrelia snorted. She kissed him. “I’m going to head out or I’ll be late. It’s important to look good for these people. From what Lily said anyone and everyone applies for these licenses, even if they don’t have the right skills for it.”

“Mostly everyone,” Gale said. 

“Well, of course not those with magical skill and talent, my beloved.” She kissed him again. “I still owe you a lesson, now that I think about it,” she said with a soft look in her eyes.

Gale felt himself smile, thinking of his lesson with her. How he had so badly wanted to share the Weave with her. He had seen her affection towards him for the first time that night. He could still picture the image so clearly. His head in her lap as he read a book, her fingers combing through his hair softly. 

He remembered wanting to embrace not only that moment but also her. That he hadn’t wanted to taste someone’s lips so desperately in such a long time. However, the moment had been cut short and even though his heart hadn’t felt so light before, he was left cold without her.

That shared moment, the idea of being so close to Yrelia, had changed the course of his life so intimately that he could hardly believe that he was here seven months later. 

He now could hold onto her whenever he felt the need, he could gently brush his lips across every inch of skin she allowed, he could spend long nights tangled up in her arms, listening to his name on her lips as she gasped in pleasure. 

Or he could lay his head in her lap while he read a book as her fingers combed through his hair. 

“You do,” he confirmed. “And I am looking forward to it. You know that I am quick to learn new and exciting things. I promise I will be a better student than I was in my years at Blackstaff.”

She giggled and kissed him one last time before leaving their tower with her bow. 

And that was an hour ago. Yrelia had gone to retrieve her Waterdeep hunting license. When she found out that it involved testing she was fairly shocked. She hadn’t been expecting to jump through hoops as she had just signed up in Baldur’s Gate. When Gale told her that she would have to do the same for fishing she asked if he was teasing her.

“Not at all, dearest. Waterdeep takes such things quite seriously. You don’t want overfishing or over-hunting. It’s best to require a test of skill to thin the herd, so to speak.”

Now he was faced with a problem he never thought he would ever come to face.

He had lived alone in his tower for many years, so sure he would live out his days doing research and creating new spells within the bliss of being a Chosen. Rich cheese, fine wine, long nights within the Weave. 

Well, he hadn’t been totally alone. Tara had been his companion the entire time. 

However he was now confronted not only with the fact that while he did still love his research and creating new spells and he did still have a taste for cheese and fine wine, he very much was lonely while alone in his tower. He wanted to do these things with Yrelia around. 

She had started to come into his study while he worked, curling up on the couch as his quill scratched on the paper. If she felt like she needed attention she would close her book and walk over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and placing a kiss on the top of his head. A simple “come sit with me” would have him leaving whatever he was doing behind without a second thought.

They’d drink wine together, make dinner together, lay on the couch together. She would teach him gardening skills and he would bounce lectures and ideas for new spells off of her. They’d kiss and kiss and kiss; his lips on her skin, her fingers in his hair, their bodies pressed against each other. 

Yrelia had also started to drag him out of their tower, intent on learning more about Waterdeep. She wanted to enjoy her new city and she wanted to do it with him. To say he now saw his beloved Waterdeep in a new light would be an understatement.

He had begun teaching only a fortnight ago and he loved it. Truly loved it. He hadn’t realized it would be so fulfilling and he was grateful that Yrelia had supported and encouraged him every step of the way. The only downside was that he missed her now. To go from being around her almost every moment of the day for months to being away for most of the day multiple days a week was almost jarring.

One night he had admitted that he missed her and she laughed, saying she missed him as well, but perhaps not being attached to the hip would be a good thing, and missing each other was a feeling they should experience. She was right, of course, as she usually was. 

Besides, he did feel a not minute amount of pride and ego when he opened the lunches Yrelia had made for him. When his colleagues questioned him about his lunches he enthusiastically explained they were made by his wonderful fiancée. He didn’t even get offended by the shocked stares, too busy being ecstatic over Yrelia. 

However, now, in that current moment, he was alone in his tower, left to his own devices without his love to cuddle, kiss, or bury his face between her thighs.

This would be a perfect opportunity to conduct uninterrupted spell research, tweak his lesson plans, grade his student’s homework that he had been avoiding for two days in favor of kisses. He could also make a slow cooked meal for Yrelia to come home to. She had really enjoyed that slow roasted leg of lamb that she couldn’t stop praising him over. That was probably an unneeded ego boost but he definitely didn’t mind. 

He should probably also deal with the laundry and begin to order firewood for autumn and winter. Waterdeep became quite cold in those months and he knew that his love didn’t run hot. No, in fact, while on the road she had curled into him every night, even when it had been warm out, stating that she was cold and needed to be close to him.

“Mister Dekarios,” he heard Tara say. He looked at her sitting on the arm of the couch with a somewhat flat and definitely unamused expression. “Do you plan on sulking all day?”

“I am not sulking,” he said with a huff. 

“I have known you for many years so I can say that without a doubt you are sulking. Can you no longer function without your fiancée around?”

“I most certainly can.” He crossed his arms. “I was simply deciding on which of my many tasks I should start with.”

“Good. I will say one thing about Miss Rosewood, she has certainly changed you to be more reliably organized. She’s even managed to convince you to stay on task! I will have to thank her. Perhaps a nice pigeon would do.”

“I’m certain she will appreciate it,” Gale said and started to walk towards the study. “I’ll start grading the students' work,” he mumbled. “And then I’ll sort through the laundry. Then I will…”

Gale stood on his balcony with a second mug of coffee, staring out into the sea. His and Yrelia’s clothes hung to dry and blew in the breeze. A slow roast was in the oven. He knew Yrelia would insist on making the side dishes so he would let her do whatever she wanted. Of course he loved her cooking and was so very happy she loved his kitchen. 

And he was not at all biased about her using the kitchen because she gave him plenty of kisses while she cooked. 

He stared at the horizon and narrowed his eyes. There was a storm in the distance. 

It was starting to begin the turn of the seasons. Eleint was fast approaching which meant there was going to be frequent rain and snow soon. He would need to speak with his tailor about creating Yrelia a warm coat that would suit Waterdeep. 

She had a coat, of course, but Baldur’s Gate was warmer than Waterdeep so she needed something more temperature appropriate and a bit more fashionable. He was thinking something along the lines of a nice black wool coat and gold buttons. With matching gloves and hat as well. Oh, he was certain she would look quite adorable with some rabbit fur earmuffs. 

He watched lightning flash in the distance and sighed contentedly. A nice end of summer storm to cuddle under the covers with. Preferably naked!

He felt himself smiling as he brought his mug to his lips. To think he would be so happy with his life. That he would find someone to spend that life with. Not only did he find someone who he very deeply loved, but…she loved him back. 

“I’m going to be obnoxious,” Yrelia croaked with a yawn. 

Gale looked up from his book. He laid in his tent by the dim candlelight. The love of his life stood at the entrance looking exhausted. Her hair was a mess, there were dark circles under her eyes, and the shirt she slept in was off on one shoulder. 

“I highly doubt that,” he said with a smile. “What can I do for you, my love?”

“Move over,” she said and then didn’t give him time to move over. 

“Yrelia,” he cleared his throat. He felt himself blush, which was embarrassing. They were adults in their thirties in an established relationship, how was his partner climbing into his tent so frightfully vexing? “Darling, were you wanting to talk?” He shuffled to the side so that Yrelia would be more comfortable. 

“No.” She said and laid her head on the pillow. She let out a long breath. “Carry on.”

Carry on? As if he would be able to focus on anything other than the warm body next to him. 

He closed his book and set it aside, no longer willing to entertain the idea of reading it. He snuffed out the candlelight, making his tent dark. 

He laid down and his heart sped up when she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. “My lady,” he said softly. “What brings you to my tent?” He wrapped his arms around her, breathing her in. 

“I can’t sleep,” she said. “I’d rather lay with you, if that’s alright.”

“It’s more than alright,” he said. He pressed a kiss into her hair. “It’s something I enthusiastically welcome.”

She sighed. “Good,” she said softly. “Because you won’t be able to get rid of me easily.”

“Getting rid of you is the furthest thing from my mind,” he said. “I’d love nothing more than for this to happen every night.”

“Okay.”

Gale blinked, really processing their conversation. “That is…truly what you want?”

“Yes.” She said surely. “I love you and I don’t think I should miss out on simple things like this.”

Gale blinked. His lips twitched into a small frown before kissing her head again. He sighed. “I love you, too,” he whispered. “Whatever you want to do, I will most enthusiastically do for you.”

Gale was folding the dry laundry when the storm hit. The rain hit his bedroom balcony doors and he sighed. It was relaxing. He saw the lightning in the distance and smiled. 

The first of the autumn rains! Perhaps he would light a fire with the last of the wood he already had? He was sure Yrelia would appreciate one after she came home. A nice evening to curl up under the blankets with a warm hearth. With plenty of kisses, of course. 

He paused. He stared at the shirt he was holding in his hands before dropping it and rushing out of his room. 

“Mister Dekarios!” Tara exclaimed. “Where in the world are you rushing off to?”

Gale grabbed the umbrella and started to put on shoes. “Yrelia doesn’t have an umbrella,” he said, slightly annoyed with himself for not realizing such a thing earlier. “Which means she’ll either walk home in this weather or she will wait it out.”

“She’s a smart woman, she’ll wait it out.” 

Gale opened the door and opened the umbrella. “I’m going to walk her home.”

“Mister Dekarios!” He heard Tara yell before he closed the front door and started to run.

The streets of Waterdeep had been emptied and were dark. Merchant stalls had been cleaned of their products. It was grey and dreary and wet. 

And windy, how could he possibly forget windy?

The cold, wet wind tousled his hair, soaked his clothes, made it difficult to see with his worsening eyesight, and completely destroyed his umbrella. The damn thing nearly snapped in half. In his time both in seclusion and his time away from Waterdeep it had slipped his mind how the storms were at this time of year. 

His joy of Waterdeep storms dissolved as his socks became soaked. 

If had been two years ago, if he was still who he once was, he was certain he would have been able to keep himself from being completely drenched. Not only that but he would easily get to his beloved in mere seconds and whisk her away to his tower where they would be warm, dry, and eating a wonderful meal. 

Gale knew, he knew that Yrelia didn’t need Gale of Waterdeep and that she didn’t want dragons made of fire or impressive teleportation spells, but there was a part of him that still wanted to show her what he had been capable of. Surely she would have understood what he was, what he could have been. 

But she always smiled and kissed him. 

“I love Gale Dekarios,” she would say. “He’s all I want.”

Gale approached the large building where Yrelia’s tests were held with rain pouring down on him. His broken umbrella in his hand and a frown on his face. He watched as Yrelia stood under the awning sticking her hand out in the rain. 

He recognized his love immediately. Her black curls in a ponytail, her bow strapped to her back, comfortable clothing that safely covered her chest. 

A man was talking to her. No, based on the body language he was flirting with her. Definitely something he had seen before. He should be used to it. It shouldn’t bother him, and yet it did. Deep in his stomach low embers of insecurity and jealousy burned. 

Yrelia responded to the man with one word answers but looked otherwise distracted. She sighed and retracted her hand from the rain, adjusting her bow on her back. She looked over in Gale’s direction and she froze. 

She stared at him in shock for a moment before opening her mouth. “Gale?!” She called in an incredibly worried tone. She held out her hand, inviting him over to her.

He rushed over, placing his cold, wet hand in her warm and dry one. “Lia.”

“What on Toril are you doing out in this weather?” She asked, taking his face in her hands. “You’re completely soaked. Where’s your umbrella?”

He brought it to their eye level and she blinked. “I thought I could come to you and walk you home so that you wouldn’t have to walk in this terrible weather. Unfortunately it seems the wind has other plans for us.”

Her eyes widened in shock. She opened her mouth and closed it before smiling softly. She pulled him in and kissed him. Her wonderful warm lips against his. “I love you,” she said and kissed him again. “I love you, I love you.” She pressed her lips against his for a third time. She pulled away and he stared at her soft expression. She took his hands in hers and kissed them. “My beloved, you didn’t need to come for me.”

He nuzzled her nose, taking his hands from hers and pressing them into her hips. “I would hardly be your dashing and romantic fiancé if I left you to walk home alone in this storm.”

She huffed a laugh. “I could have waited for the storm to end.”

“My lady, Waterdeep storms can be quite long and unruly, you could have been waiting until tomorrow before you were able to come home to our warm tower.” She chuckled, a knowing smile prompting him on. “I missed you,” he admitted. “And I wanted you to come home.”

A warm and so soft expression spread across her face. She kissed his lips slowly, wrapping her arms around his back. She pulled him against her and deepened the kiss. Gale was lost in the feeling of her warm body under his fingertips, of her soft lips against his. She pulled away and he breathed on her lips, his heart racing enough that it distracted him from his cold and wet skin. “I love you,” she said and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Let’s go home.”

He blinked. “Dearest…” he said and she pulled away from him. “Yrelia,” he tried again as she stepped back towards in the rain. She grabbed his wrists and started to pull him with her. “You’re going to get soaked and-” 

She cut him off with a warm and wet kiss. She chuckled against his lips as they kissed in the rain. She pulled away but not before nipping at his bottom lip. “Too late,” she laughed. 

Gale sighed, as he watched her walking backwards in the cold, pouring rain. He dutifully followed her, not breaking eye contact. The rain hit him, his hair sticking to his face. He watched as rain soaked her clothes, clinging to her skin and highlighting her body in a way that made his blood rush. “What about your friend?” He asked slowly. 

She made a face that told him she had no idea who he was talking about. “What? Friend? They’ve all left. Are you talking about the guy who wouldn’t stop talking to me out here? He’s hardly what I’d call a friend. More of an annoyance, actually.” 

He blinked and she kissed him again. “Not to open the proverbial can of worms, but, my darling, I also don’t stop talking at times.”

“I like it when you do it.” She smiled. “Come on, let’s go home. There’s a hot bath waiting for us.” She pulled him along. “And don’t think you’re getting away with coming to get me in the downpour. I have my plans for you once we are warm and dry.”

He stopped walking and grabbed her hands. She smiled curiously at him. He watched a wide grin grow on her face when he pulled her in. He kissed her hard, tangling his fingers in her hair, earning him a soft moan from her throat. If he wasn’t a gentleman and also in public he’d paw at her body, feeling her skin under her wet clothes. He would bury his face in her neck, biting her throat in the way that made her breathless. 

“Mmm,” she hummed. “Do you think this can wait until we’re home? I’ve discovered that Waterdeep rain is incredibly cold.”

“Yes,” he whispered to her lips before pressing his lips against them again. “Yes, of course.”

She kissed him chastely before grabbing his hand. “Come, my love, our home awaits.”

His heart leaped out of his chest as soon as the words left her mouth. He followed after her, letting her lead him along. The grey of stormy Waterdeep seemed to brighten into colors he thought had been lost to him as he followed her every step. The color of tavern lights reflected in puddles, stained glass shining through the droplets, her black hair that almost shined a deep purple sticking to her skin.  

It was like when he was in Baldur’s Gate, following after an incredible woman who he couldn’t respect more. 

He always made sure to match her steps, never falling too far behind. A wizard close at hand was always something that would be beneficial. Someone to time the perfect counterspell when needed. Someone to cook her stew when it’s too cold out for her bones. Someone to talk to for long hours, hoping that the soft look she had in her eyes was something meant just for him. Someone to hold her hand, embrace her body, kiss her brow, and whisper how much he loved her in her ear. 

He let out a breath when he saw the joyous light in her eyes. 

“I love you” wasn’t nearly enough. 

Yrelia laughed as she opened the door into their home. She pulled him in with a grin that made him forget every one of his troubles, every single worry he had disappeared. 

She brought his hand to her lips and kissed his palm. He immediately cupped her cheek and stepped close to her. She grinned, her face lighting up as lightning struck in the distance. He breathed on her lips. He could feel the heat radiating off of her body and he heard his heartbeat pound in his ears. 

A mischievous glint shone in her eyes. She grabbed his biceps with her strong hands and leaned into him. His heartbeat grew louder as she licked his bottom lip. 

“Mister Dekarios! Miss Rosewood! You’re absolutely soaked!” Tara said from her spot on the chair. 

Yrelia snorted. “Yes, we’re actually about to take a bath.” She grabbed Gale’s hand and started to pull him along, Gale too mesmerized to say or do anything else. “I didn’t realize how cold the rain gets here!”

“Oh, indeed,” Tara said. “Be sure to take care and not become ill. That’s the last thing any of us need!”

Gale stood naked in his bathroom, watching Yrelia choose between which scents she wanted to use for their bath. Usually he would have some sort of opinion but all he could think about was her smile, her touch, her kiss. He stared at her naked body, gooseflesh forming on her skin, her nipples growing hard, her wet hair sticking to her back, and a multitude of very heated thoughts played in his mind.

“Yrelia,” he called. 

She looked up from her soap bottles and smiled at him. “Yes?”

“I love you.” 

Her smile grew. She set the bottles on the counter and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips. He palmed her ribs, squeezing gently. His hands slid down her body slowly, feeling the curve of her waist to her hips. 

“I love you, too,” she said and kissed him again chastely. She rubbed her nose against his and had a gentle smile on her face. 

He sighed and kissed her forehead. “My Lia,” he started. “I love you in a way I never thought myself capable of. You brought me back to life, back from the abyss. If not for you I’d be in a much darker place. I’d be dead, in fact. But you…you saved me from such a fate. I can never fully repay you for what you’ve done for me.”

“Well,” she sang. “If you’re looking for a way to repay me, more kisses would be a good start,” she said with a grin. 

He kissed her. “Is that truly all you desire? I could do so much more for you. You deserve much, much more than kisses.”

“Well they’re your kisses so I think it’s the perfect exchange,” she said with an amused grin. “But if you’re so determined to give me more, perhaps I could have your hand in marriage, full access to your home, shared income, home cooked meals, a warm, comfortable bed, and sex at least twice a week. No, at least three times a week.” She kissed him. “Oh, wait, you’ve already given me all of that.”

“My lady-”

She kissed him, cutting him off. “Gale, I’ve told you this before but you’re all I want. All of your affections, simple or otherwise, are what I want.” 

“Yrelia, the impact that your presence has graced me with is insurmountable. My entire life would be in ruin if not for you. If not for your love then everything I’ve ever done would have been for naught.”

She smiled softly. She brought her hand up and cupped his face, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. “I didn’t convince you to live just because I love you. I did it because your life is worth living.” A worried smile spread across her face. “You deserve better than to die for a mistake. Your family deserves better than your death. Your friends and colleagues deserve better than your death. I deserve better than your death.” She sighed. “There are many people who would grieve your absence, including me, I just convinced you that you’re worth your relationships. You don’t need to thank me for convincing you to live, it was the easiest decision I’ve ever made.” Her smile relaxed. “Now, let’s get into the bath before I freeze. I’m quite cold.”

He wrapped his arms around her and held onto her tightly. “You’re wonderful,” he breathed. “The lonely vacancy in my heart is now filled with you. I hope you understand your worth to this old wizard.”

“Darling, you’re thirty five, you’re hardly old. We have many years ahead of us.” She took his face in her hands and placed a loud kiss on his lips. “And I know how much I mean to you. Do you think I would agree to marry you if I didn’t mean that much to you?” She kissed him again. “Now I’m going to get in the bath with or without you because I’m freezing.”

Gale sighed as he sank into the hot water. He relaxed as Yrelia leaned against him, immediately wrapping his arms around her. She giggled softly, her fingertips tracing his knuckles gently. 

He placed kisses on her neck and shoulders, refusing to leave her unkissed, untouched, or unsatisfied. He murmured over and over that he loved her to her wet skin. 

She sighed with a smile and he felt her relax against him. “I cried today,” she said softly. 

Gale stopped kissing her and sat up straight. “Lia, why? What happened?”

“It’s the strangest feeling,” she said after some silence. “I had accepted that I was unwanted by almost everyone years ago. After my parents and my older siblings, after that last relationship, it was just something I had to come to terms with. I had accepted that I was going to die alone but now…” she trailed off. 

Gale palmed her stomach. “But now?” He prompted, his curiosity getting the better of him. 

“But now I’m not alone,” she said “Before I met you, I was in a hopeless situation. Now, seven months later, I’m in a new city, I’m engaged, I’ve started making friends and I get along with my fiancé’s family. I never thought this would happen to me.”

“You never thought that you would have this life?”

“I never thought I would be happy.” Gale let out a breath. He opened his mouth to respond but she cut him off. “And today it really dawned on me that everything is different now, I’m not in some hopeless situation. I’m happy, and when I realized that I cried.” She snorted. “All this happened because I went to get my hunting license.”

Gale leaned in and kissed her cheek. “It fills me with joy that you’re happy here with me,” he said to her skin. 

“Well, it’s not everyday that someone finds me as interesting as you do,” she said with a chuckle. 

“You are incredibly interesting,” he said. “Intriguing, as well, and, I would know this best, spellbinding.”

She laughed. “You’re also one of the few people who find me attractive.”

“Darling, you are undoubtedly beautiful. Sometimes I look at you and can barely comprehend why you’ve decided to grace me with your alluring and winsome smile.”

“You miss me when I’m gone.”

“If there’s one thing that being separated during the day has taught me, it’s that you deserve far more kisses than I’ve given you. You deserve kisses every hour, minute, second of the day.”

She laughed again. “This is what I mean! You’re so sweet, Gale, how could I possibly ever expect to find someone who would run out into a cold downpour just so I wouldn’t get wet? All I had to do was be abducted? Easy enough.”

“Darling,” he chuckled. “That’s certainly one way of accepting our unfortunate meeting.”

She snorted. “We met under very unfortunate circumstances but it wasn’t all bad.”

“It was fairly terrible, Lia, we nearly lost our lives many times.”

“But, you know, despite all that, you got plenty of kisses.”

“That is true. I could never discount your kisses,” he said and kissed her cheek, grinning as she giggled.

Gale reclined in his bed, reading one of Yrelia’s books. She had laughed and said they weren’t anything special, just cheesy romances, but he insisted on reading them. He wanted to know all of his love’s interests, even if they were simple romance novels. 

“Beloved, that dinner was delicious,” Yrelia said as she stood in front of the fireplace. She threw some of the previous year’s logs into it with a hum. 

“Thank you, my love. I’m happy you find my humble food acceptable.”

She snorted. “We’ve had this conversation about our different definitions of humble.” He grinned but didn’t look away from the book. “Are you sure you want to light a fire tonight? It’s not autumn just yet.”

“I’m sure,” he said. “The weather will start to become colder with every day that passes,” he reasoned. “This was only the first night of the oncoming autumn rains. In any case, don’t think I’ve forgotten about how cold you tend to be.”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

Gale raised his brow but still did not look away from his book. “On the road you were always cold. I remember because even on the warmer days you insisted on curling up to me.”

She didn’t respond. Gale thought it strange so he finally looked up from the book. He peered at her extremely amused expression. “Gale, you are socute.”

He blinked. “Why?”

She snorted. “Let me light the fire and then I’ll come to bed.”

“Dearest, don’t evade my question.”

Her grin grew as she lit the fire. She walked over to his side of the bed and kissed his forehead. She took the book from his hands and set it aside before climbing into bed and on top of him. 

She leaned in and kissed him slowly. She untied her robe and sat naked atop him. He no longer cared about the answer to his question. 

He caught her lips when she kissed him deeply. “I do believe I said that I have plans for you.” She kissed him again before he could respond. 

His hands gently glided up her back and he pressed his fingers into her skin, easily giving in to her lips, to her tongue, to her teeth. He willingly accepted her gentle touch. He enthusiastically responded to her heated affections with his shaking fingers tangled in her hair, gasping and pleading with her for release as she teased him. 

Of course he wouldn’t let her end the night like that. He laid her down, his heart leaping out of his chest and into her arms as she giggled into his kisses. Her giggles turned into satisfied sighs by the time he was done with her. 

He brushed his lips against a bite mark left on her collarbone as she ran her fingers through his hair. “My love, how do you feel about accompanying me out tomorrow evening?” He kissed another mark. 

“Hmmm,” she hummed lazily with her eyes closed. “Where?”

“Excellent question,” he said and kissed her throat. “I don’t believe I’ve shown you the Heroes’ Garden yet,” he said and kissed her chin.

“You haven’t.” She tilted her head to his lips but he kissed her cheekbone instead. 

“Ah, so then we will spend an evening there followed by a most wonderful meal at a fine establishment.” He kissed her nose. 

She hummed again. He kissed her forehead. She blinked open her eyes and looked up at him. “And what will I wear?”

“I’m glad you asked!” She snorted in response. She wrapped her arms around his neck and had an amused smile on her face. “You see, my dear lady, I was planning on stopping by my tailor tomorrow after my lectures have been completed. There’s a wonderful dress I had commissioned that will look lovely on you.” He grabbed her wrist and kissed it. 

“Ah! The real reason you’ve decided to take me out, I see.”

He scoffed playfully. “As if I need any reason to take my darling fiancée out for an intimate evening.” She giggled in response. He kissed her wrist again. “I love you. I don’t say that nearly enough.”

Yrelia smiled tenderly. She pulled him in. “You say it quite a bit, my love. In fact, you say it more than you realize.” She kissed his chin. “Last night you said it at least five times. The night before three times.”

He sighed. “Perhaps you should wear earplugs while you sleep?”

“And miss out on you reciting your lesson plan word for word?” She laughed. She kissed his lips. “It doesn’t bother me, Gale. It’s comforting, in fact. On the nights I can’t sleep, I have your voice.”

“That’s…definitely something that I had never expected to hear. Most people want me to stop talking.”

“Beloved, if I didn’t want to hear your voice I wouldn’t have agreed to marry you.” 

Gale wondered if in time she would grow to find his voice annoying. All these little quirks could one day grate on her. He knew it could happen as relationships age. Something someone once found endearing was now irritating. And while he couldn’t think of anything of Yrelia’s he would ever find exhausting, so much of him was. 

He accepted her kiss when she leaned in. “I love you,” she said, “and I always will.” She kissed him again. “Now, do your duty and cuddle me until I fall asleep.”

He chuckled and kissed her. “Is that what you desire?”

“I do.” She grinned when he kissed her again. “If you happened to continue to do that I wouldn’t complain.”

He grinned when she laughed when he started to kiss her all over her face, giving in to her earlier demands of more kisses. 

[lolitastories]

HELPLESS

Description: She worked as a lawyer in New York until she received a phone call from the man she owes her career to. She knew she would be back and what she was in for but what she didn’t know is that her life would change even more than she imagined.

Part 7

Chapter 6:

I avoided doing anything else than what was already on my plate. I didn’t stop by to check on Jamie on his first day. I didn’t try to instigate anything to do with what happened with Tate. The only things I tried focusing on was the trail back home. “How are you doing?”

“Okay. My lawyer pulled a restraining order on him and all of his immediate family” I have been keeping in contact with my cousin. It took her two years to admit she was the one in those rumors. I knew of it back then but it was up to her to tell everyone not me. I didn’t get angry or upset that she didn’t defend me when she heard I left or say something when people were bashing my family for the kind of daughter they raised. I was waiting for more but she didn’t continue.

“What happened?” I heard a slight cry on the other side of the phone. “Sofie what happened?” She had filed a restraining order against the guy two years ago and I didn’t find out until a couple months ago that she dismissed it 4 months later and were still talking. The case continued and when he found out she wouldn’t stop he got aggressive. Didn’t know about that either.

“My lawyer advised me to take the deal. They said if he is put on the list of offenders his lawyer could place me with child endangerment” At the time of the accident she was with a younger family memeber. No evidence was proved to have affected the young child but anything can randomly appear and touch the jurys heart. “The deal agree on the restraining order being removed, the payment of his lawyer fees along with emotional damage” That mother-fucker. “I don’t want to let this go” She whispered. “Please” I knew what she was asking but I only shaked my head, closing my eyes. I can’t. “I know you don’t want to get involved but I need you here, like old times” I can’t, I can’t go back. “Y/N?” I put my attention back on the phone call. “I know I don’t owe you anything after all I did but I need you here, just like I know you need it in your soul to come back and put everything behind you”

“When is the next court date?” I don’t know what I was pulling

myself in. I didn’t only have to face the people who talked and looked my way in a form of disgust but I will also have to face my family. The one I worked so hard to forget and heal from, I could almost see it. I got out of the office early and rushed towards the ranch. “I need a ride” I scream when I see Rip climbing down from his horse.

“Beth is not going to like that” I hit his arm earning a fake groan.

“Not that kind of ride, I need to go see John” Rip laughs

“Well I thought since you never in your life would ask to be on a horse” He shruggs pulling his horse into the stable. “But no can do, you will have to wait til tomorrow” I look over at the direction he was looking and see Beth making her way down the path towards his cabin. “Ask Kaycee” I looked over to where he was pointing. He was getting out of his truck and going into the house. I turn towards him again. “Those eyes always worked but not against the fire in Beth’s” I roll my eyes.

“I hope she burns you” I scream walking out the barn and into the house.

“I didn’t expect you to be here for lunch?” I look over to see Monica in the kitchen. “I can cook something real fast for you, without Tate here I am going crazy not doing anything after school” I smile climbing on to the stool.

“No thank you. I have a long walk ahead of me” She questions me with her look. “I have to talk with John. I am leaving planning to leave for a couple of days”

“Where?”

“Home” I sigh, getting up. “If I leave soon enough I won’t have time to question why” I smile knowing she doesn’t need to know anything about what's going on. I grab some water and head towards the door.

“You can’t go dressed like that” This time I was wearing sneakers but she was right, the clothes were appropriate. Then again I didn’t have anything else. “Am packing since there is no reason for me to stay here so you can borrow some of my clothes”

“It's okay, I can just dirty some old clothes” I watch Monica shake her head, grabbing my arm and pulling towards Tates room where she has been staying.

“I have seen your wardrobe and they are not going to keep you warm enough and comfortable enough to get there and back” I whisper a thank you as I watch her pull out some clothes for me.

“Do I look funny?” I say walking out the bathroom already changed and with her boots on.

“Other than the hair, you no longer look like a city girl” My hair was still down and with curls in place.

“Thank you” I look over to the window and see the sun going down. “I need to go”

“You won’t take a horse?”

“No. Am not afraid of them but I am afraid of falling” I say walking out the door with her following close behind.

“That's why you hold on tight” she smiles as I open the door.

“That would help if I also knew even the first thing in riding one” I wave goodbye before starting my walk down the path. I run miles and walk even more than them so how could this be any different?

Let me tell you. Huge!! Difference. First of all, I am not in a warm facility running in the same spot. I am out in the fields freezing in every inch of my body. Second I am not surrounded by four walls to protect me and in company of people that show to not be harmful. Right now I am currently walking in the middle for everyone to see me. There are creatures here that can tear me to shreds in a second. Why in the hell did I decide to do this while the sun was coming down, down came the temperatures and so did my energy. But I needed to do this today. I was planning to leave in the late morning. I knew this trip was going to take a long time regardless of how I got there.

“Are you crazy!?” I scream, kneeling down to the ground and looking around my surroundings “Y/N?” Of course the not long enough grass wasn’t covering me.

“Kaycee?” The yellow/orange hue of the sun was disappearing so it was hard to see from a distance who it was.

“Monica told me you decide to walk instead of riding” I rolled my eyes about to say something “I know you don’t know how to ride but you could have asked Rip or another cowboy here” I cross my arm as he comes down his horse. “Rip or me” he corrected himself. All the other cowboys were with John. It was nice of him to follow me but when he starts off telling me things I knew I did wrong it reminds me of how mad I am with him. “Where are you going?”

“To see John” I had already turned around and walked away.

“Let me give you a ride, that's why I came here” so nice of you, but no. Stupid. “Stop” I hear him scream from behind. I get startled by the sound of the horse coming closer to cut me off “I said stop!” I look up annoyed

“Just leave, I will get there eventually” I look down, focusing on the horse itself. How scary. In my life I have never been so close to an animal bigger than me. I don’t know what came over me but my hands started reaching out to touch its main. That was until my hands were grabbed and I could no longer feel the ground. “Let me down!” My body was placed over the horse, stomach down.

“You don’t get to pet the horse until you stop being so stubborn” The horse wasn’t going quick but the anxiety in me did.

“Kaycee” I reach over to grab anything not trusting myself to touch the horse in any way that could affect it. The hand he used to hold on to me quickly moved to position me up.

“It’s okay” I was currently facing forwards with his arms wrapped around me for support.

“You’re so stupid” I whisper. I didn’t know if I was shiving because I was cold or how afraid I was right now. The horse continued walking now. My eyes stayed shut as I leaned further back.

“You’re the stupid one. Coming down here alone not even with a horse. You know we have wolves here right?” I nod my head slowly. “These clothes would keep you warm for a while not for a long walk” I nod my head again, taking hold of his hand that he was removing from mine. “ I need to take hold of the reigns”

“Okay” I nod but not noticing I was still holding on to him until he chuckles and stops the horse to get down.

“Slide down” I look down with panic in my eyes. This time I shake my head no and he rolls his eyes. He quickly grabs hold of my waist and pulls me back trying not to alarm the horse. Before I can argue he gets on and my arms instantly wrap around his waist. “Hold on. We need to get there before we freeze out here” I wasn’t listening to him. I was only holding on tight with my eyes closed and pressed up against him. I was afraid. I was afraid of something I could control. The horse I was on I couldn’t control. It could take off and drop us somewhere causing pain. Other things I was afraid of was anything involving me on it or in it that moved on its own. Elevators, cars other people were driving, ferris wheels, hell I was afraid of bridges no matter the length. “I'm sorry” The wind was a distraction but I still heard him. “I told you I would listen and all I didn’t was question you. I had no right”

“Am going back home” Silence fell. “Not because of what you said”

“Of course” I could hear the sense of humor in his voice. “When do you leave?”

“In the morning hopefully” My voice was no longer shaking. “They are having trials. They think they can just settle a deal and be done but I won’t let them. Settling falls more on his favor and that I won’t stand”

“Do you know the person who he did it too?” I nod my head.

“Back then I knew too. I didn’t have the right to say anything”

“But that could’ve changed everything”

“Maybe that's what I wanted. I had a chance to tell them and I was going too until they would let me talk. I thought to myself maybe it's for the best. I wanted to get away for so long. Why not let it run its course?”

“And now you are helping them?”

“She’s family. We might not be a perfect family but we promised that we would be different” We promised we wouldn’t make the same mistakes as our parents. They are all fighting to keep their appearance and be the best. They talk behind eachothers back and the next second hug and talk about how great each of them are. We told eachother we would never be like that. We protect eachother but most importantly listen and understand. Because we know we are not perfect, it's us against everyone else.

[dallasareaopinion]

If there ever was a time to fly the American flag upside down, the time is now

The Democrat machine has failed this country.

The Republican machine had already capitulated to their own dangerous power grab lead by someone who has no idea what is the Constitution, much less able to defend it against all enemies from within or abroad. I could say quite a bit about that person, however today is not the day for name calling and mudslinging.

Today is sad, depressing, scary, and even worse we are in desperate times. We must rely on the Democrat machine to find a reasonable candidate who can actually be President and not come up with horrendous public policy and deal with serious foreign adversaries. Trump caters to our enemies and yet the monsters behind Project 2025 do not care. Heck I think their program even caters to our enemies.

The only other option standing right now is Robert Kennedy Jr. and no. I read his Fauci book and no. Granted he did make a couple of good points, but overall he is so far from mainstream thinking and with no proof for his wild conspiracies he is no better than the rank and file populace on social media drawing Trump in superman clothes and spewing some of the wildest fiction known to man.

Yes I have been saying for years we need new parties. And I know if I say anything right now it appears that I am gloating. Unfortunately for 2024 the ability to produce another major party or strong enough independent candidate may be too late. I hope not, but the 4th of July is next week. This seems to be a weird time line to cross without a decent candidate.

Things are so desperate that I was thinking in my bed last night and it was late so maybe I was tired that the military should step in to protect us from the madness on the right and support an independent candidate. I had to write that down so the realization I am desperate would stick in my brain.

And yet maybe a few of Trump’s old Cabinet that is not supporting him might look good right now. Obviously Liz Cheney would garner some interest, but MAGA world would tear her up in such a horrid way it would be an injustice to put a human through that stupid madness.

There are a few names in the Democrat world that if they were to try and nominate them they guarantee Trump’s victory. Think 2016 for one example. I say just don’t. You have already lied to us enough with the Joe Biden debacle. Do not make things worse! And you know she is sitting on the sidelines just all up in herself to go.

Whoever let Joe Biden get this far should be arrested, not via the MAGA nonsense, but the actual fact they put our country in a precarious position on the international stage. We have too many people that want to see this country fail. You have got to think they are chomping at the bit to push us to the extreme. Some might.

I heard someone mention the 25th Amendment last night. We are probably close to that being a reality, but before they do that they better get a new Vice President. I have nothing against Harris as a person nor as a qualified administrator, but as a politician in DC fighting against the MAGA world, the Freedom Caucus and the middle school class of Green and Getz et all our government would become a dystopian nightmare and then we are heading into whatever Trump and Project 2025 would bring us.

If there ever is a time to fly the flag upside down, now is the time to do it.

[the-final-sif]

Hello! I recently came across your blog and love your take on things, mainly because they’re very level headed and thought out!

I was wondering, based on what we know, what do you think is going to happen with all of this? And if this has already been answered, you can just ignore this lol :)

Thank you! Trying my best to get a handle on things and help others do the same.

As for what I think is going to happen, there was an interesting discussion I had with @godzibane that I think covers a lot of what we could reasonably expect.

To summarize that post though, I think that the odds of Dream facing criminal charges are next to zero. Regardless of whether he's done anything Amanda said he did or not. Everything I've read says that Snapchat won't be able to retrieve any actual image/video files from Jan/feb at this point, and without those a charge/case is going to be next to impossible. So even if she was telling the truth, it would really only her word against Dream's, and that's not enough for a court case. Particularly not when her own credibility as a witness could be demolished by her behavior on twitter.

Now, if the allegations are false, Dream has one of the most straightforward defamation cases that I have ever seen. Like, to the point of comical. If she can't prove her case, she's defamed him. The more evidence Dream can provide that she's lying (snapchat metadata may serve him well here, depending on if they talked on there/what they discussed, he may be able to factually disprove her claims), the stronger his case gets. If Bee is telling the truth and is willing to help/testify under oath, then I'm really not sure how a good set of lawyers could fuck this case up. Like, this would be straight up two per se charges. He wouldn't even need to prove damages AFAIK.

Slander per se is defined as words that are slanderous in themselves without proof of actual damages. For example, if an utterance charges (a) the commission of a crime, (b) imputes some offensive or loathsome disease that would tend to deprive a person of society, (c) matters incompatible with business, trade, profession, or office, or (d) charges serious sexual misconduct. Restatement (Second) of Torts, Section 570 (1976).

Now, I think a lawsuit may end up getting filed here. Amanda did uh, well she doxxed herself. Which is. A really bad idea for all sorts of reasons. There's also at least one person that likely went to school with her (Bee) who would almost certainly be willing to disclose information about what school Amanda went to to lawyers to make contacting/serving her very easy.

If the allegations are false, a lawsuit also would be a way for Dream to add provable records to the public record where they become worth way more than "just trust me this is unaltered" so it'd be a good move both legally speaking and for PR.

I'm not convinced a case like this would go to trial. I mean, I do not know what sort of resources Amanda has. But lawyers are very expensive, and if Dream files in Florida instead of NJ which to my understanding would be possible, Amanda may then have to travel to Florida or hire a lawyer within Florida to defend her. If her claims are false, the sudden expenses may suddenly make holding onto those claims no longer worth it. In which case she would probably attempt to apologize/settle.

Now, to my understanding, while she could retract/apologize, Dream could still sue her if her claims are false. But I'm doubtful Dream would be interested in pursuing the case much further than getting an apology and some sort of settlement to send a message.

So, I think we will hopefully end up seeing some stuff from lawyers, although I'm hoping at least one of the involved parties mentions when things become a matter of public record, since it can be such a pain to track down court records w/o a docket number.

(also as a note I am not a lawyer, nor trained in anything to do with law, this is all from my personal understanding and could be incorrect in many different ways!)

[tedesquire]

i love how u write the characters! im not sure u would be into doing something like this but, if u would, could u do a ray/reader/egon? if ur not interested in doing that, u can just ignore this ask. thx!

Magenta

A/N: Kind of short, maybe OOC! Egon, but I really enjoyed the challenge of writing this one. I did some research on poly!relationships and tried my best but I’m open to feedback! A few Golden Girls references too for your own enjoyment. Hope you like it nonnie!

Based off the prompt: OT3s where they’ve all been friends for a long time, but when Muse A and Muse B start dating they both realize that things aren’t the same without Muse C and they both want to date Muse C too. from @rpmememaker OT3 list.

-

“Do you mind bugging your boys to bring up their paperwork from last week’s bust?” Janine ran her fingers through her hair, one more day of overtime away from ripping the copper strands from her head.

“They’re not ‘my boys’.” You sighed playfully, snickering as Janine rolled her eyes. She had a point: you, Ray, and Egon were like the three musketeers, practically inseparable. You spent every evening together, whether it was at your apartment, the firehouse lab, or Ray’s bookstore. “But I’ll go pester them for you.” She mumbled a ‘thanks’ as you headed down, not feeling the need to announce your presence as the metal stairs groaned.

“Hello, hello!” You bounced downwards, slowing as you took in the scenery.

Ray’s hair was mussed, more so than usual, and Egon’s glasses had fogged up. They were standing quite close towards each other, Egon sweating slightly and the tips of Ray's ears flushed pink.

“You guys looked like you were caught making out.” You snorted, quieting once you saw their cheeks pink in embarrassment. The silence in the lab had never been louder.

“Oh my god… were you really?” You asked incredulously, eyes flickering between the two as they tried to compose themselves. “When did.. Uh, when did,” you gestured between the pair. “...This happen?”

“A few weeks ago when Ray and I were testing out the updates on the reverse tracker beams we just.. Well, one thing led to another and we kissed.”

“When did you guys have time to go out, we’ve hung out just about every night since then?” Your fingers traced the rim of an empty coffee cup, watching their brows furrow.

“What do you mean, we’ve gone out quite a few times! You were there.” Ray defended, much to your horror.

“Those were all dates?!”

“Well… yes.” Egon nodded.

“But we enjoy your company!” Ray tried to convince you. “We were happy to have you come along.” You rubbed the back of your neck, heat radiating from your cheeks.

“Man, guess I really am thick, huh? You guys should have told me sooner or... something. I feel like a moron.”

“There’s no such reason to feel like one.” Egon attempted to quell your negative thoughts, but it was too late, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“You know,” your throat had never been more dry. “You guys should go out tonight, on a date. This time without me. Yeah?” The pair looked at each other hesitantly.

“I don’t see why not.” Egon nodded.

“Are you sure?” Ray asked, eyebrows furrowing. He could tell something was off.

“Yes! Absolutely! Go to dinner, have a glass of wine, tell someone ‘don’t wait up,’ all that jazz!” You rambled nervously, fiddling with a stack of papers they had been working on. “I should probably file these before Janine tears me a new one, you know how tough she is, always cracking the whip…” You trailed off, unsure of how to make a smooth transition out of this situation. You had never felt so awkward around them before.

“Okay… have fun you two, not too much fun, unless… unless you want. Or not. I don’t know what I’m saying. Okay, bye!” You clambered up the stairs, the door slamming behind you.

The only way you could describe how you were feeling was magenta. All kinds of feelings were tumbling over themselves, too many to focus on just one and combining to be one whole mess. You were green with envy, jealous at how Ray and Egon were able to find love and you weren’t. You were yellow with fear, worried about how you were going to occupy yourself now that your two best friends were dating each other. Most importantly, you were blue.

Not that anyone would know, but you just so happened to be in love with those two science geeks. Ray was so sweet and compassionate, always down for cuddling and watching romantic movies. He almost always knew exactly what you were feeling and how to fix your bad moods.

Egon, on the other hand, was patient and humorous. He always made you laugh, to the point you could just crack up looking at his half-cocked smile. Egon was also willing to listen to all your problems and give solutions when asked. He seemed to remember almost everything about you, surprising you with little gifts on bad days.

You couldn’t just pick one of them, you knew you wouldn’t be fair to confess to one of them and always pine for the other, so you were content to stay friends. You had been totally cool with living in that constant pain.

Until now.

-

The fancy restaurant was different from what they were used to, but Egon and Ray figured you had a point, they needed to go out, just the two of them.

It was weird, they both thought, not to have you sitting there with them, stealing a half of each of their entrees, making fun of other couples across the room, or asking them for their coats, since you always seemed to get cold.

Topics of discussion flickered between previous busts, the current sad state of Ecto-1, and Occult book sales, causing Egon chuckled to himself, taking a sip of his drink.

“What's up, Spengie?”

“If y/n was here, she would chastise us for talking about work.” Ray smiled warmly.

“Not really romantic, huh? I bet she’d be telling us we need to flirt a bit more.”

“She knows us well enough to know our capacities to flirt, which is to say we have none.” They both laughed softly before falling into an awkward silence.

“Did she seem a bit.. off this morning?” Ray sighed, wondering if he was in his own head too much.

“Yes, she appeared more flustered than usual, though I’m positive it was mostly due to shock.”

“I guess we didn’t really make it clear that we were dating…” Ray admitted.

“It was clear to us. We do all the things average couples do, watch movies, eat dinner, an occasional drink or two, we just happen to do those activities with y/n.”

“Remember last week when she tried to have us watch Nightmare on Elm Street? Golly, I bet I still have indents of her fingernails on my arms, she was so terrified!” Egon let out a chuckle through his nose.

“Oh please, Ray, anyone with half a brain can observe how much you enjoy when she’s draped all over you.”

“She’s just so warm, and soft.” Ray grew a dopey grin. “And it’s our tradition at this point, like your nightly debriefings.” Now it was Egon’s turn to smile. Though he was a man of science, he enjoyed gossip quite a bit, a guilty pleasure, if you will. He wasn’t the best at socialization which is why he enjoyed you explaining it. You always seemed to know the latest between previous clients or celebrities, waiting until you saw him to share.

“I wonder what she’s doing right now.” Ray wondered.

“It’s 8pm on a Saturday, she’s most likely viewing Golden Girls at her apartment.”

“I can’t believe she likes that show.”

“She says it makes her feel normal in a paranormal world.” Egon recalled, smirking at Ray’s little giggles. Only you could make him laugh like that, it was something Egon loved about you.

There was so much to love. Both Egon and Ray admired your loyalty to the Ghostbusters and your confidence. You stood up for them when everyone was against them, and spoke whatever was on your mind. You were funny, gorgeous, generous, kind, the list was unending.

“I’ll admit, it feels queer not to have her here.” Ray looked around, as if you were going to appear out of thin air. “It’s just not the same.” His face paled as he realized what he said, opening to try to explain.

“I understand.” Egon placed a reassuring hand over his. “I enjoy being your boyfriend, and you know I care for you.”

“I do!”

“It just feels like….” Egon struggled to come up with the right phrase.

“Something’s missing?” Ray finished, hastily fumbling for his wallet and throwing a few large bills on the table. “Let’s go get our girl.”

-

You didn’t have it in your heart to snicker at Dorothy’s dramatic insults, Blanche’s sexual innedous, Rose’s long-winded stories, or Sophia’s quick quips. You couldn’t shake that ugly magenta feeling off of you.

Of course you were happy that Ray and Egon found love, it was a hard thing to find; but the bitter feeling, knowing that this wasn’t going to be the last night that you were by yourself while they were out on dates, knowing you were always going to be held at a distance from the two, it was a crushing weight to bear.

You were sure that you would be able to get past this feeling eventually, with a lot of help from 4 old women and two men named Ben and Jerry. It just hadn’t started to help...yet.

You were startled by a knock on your door, setting the melting pint of ice cream down and wrapping your robe tight around yourself. You weren’t expecting anyone and had nowhere to be, getting in your pj’s as soon as you got off work and staying firm on your couch.

You opened your door and relaxed at the sight of Ray and Egon, a brow raising in confusion. “What are you guys doing here? And panting nonetheless- what happened to the elevator?”

“We thought- it would be more romantic if we climbed the stairs.” Ray panted. “Like in… Oh, Egon, what was the name of that movie?”

“I have no idea. I’m exhausted beyond the point of rational thinking. I didn’t believe that 15 floors would be quite this exhausting.” Egon hastily rubbed his glasses against the fabric of his button up.

“Romantic?” You sputtered, letting them come inside. “You both were supposed to be on a date! Did you get possessed by a ghost or something?”

“Better!” Ray cried, placing his hands on your shoulders. “We realized we’re in love with you!” Your heart stuttered in your chest, peering over his shoulder to meet Egon, who nodded just as enthusiastically.

“I… I don’t know what to say…” You honestly didn’t. You kept thinking that they had to be joking. How would this even work between the three of you, or did you have to choose? How did they even come up with the realization? “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“Y/n,” Egon tried to explain, his heavy hand cupping your cheek. “We would like for you to be in a polyamorus relationship with us. We know it isn’t conventional but when have we ever been like anyone else? We love you. We love the way you make us feel, like you complete us. Please, consider it.”

Your heart thumped violently, practically melting in their embrace. How long had you waited for something like this?

“Come ‘ere.” You whispered, leaning close to Ray to kiss him, your thumbs cradling his chubby cheeks. He kissed just as you imagined he would, lovingly and gently, like he was memorizing the way you felt against him.

When you both separated you noticed a soft smile on Egon’s face, his eyes filled with affection.

“I didn’t forget about you.” You cooed, causing him to look down at the floor, his cheeks flushing. “Don’t get all shy on me now!” You teased, gasping as his arm snaked around your lower back, pulling you in to plant one on you.

While Ray was tender and slow, Egon was fast and rough, making your head spin. Each searing kiss made you moan, too caught up to even notice that Ray had made his way over to the couch until his laughter caught your attention.

“He’s going to need someone to hold onto.” Egon suggested, letting you tug him over to the couch.

As you laid between your two boys, you slipped your fingers between theirs, letting a wave of happiness wash over you.

You were no longer, green, yellow, blue, magenta or any other color. You were completely happy and whole.

[wtfevenismypage]

Curiosity Killed The Cat

request: request. i’m not sure if you’re comfortable with writing it but it’s worth a try the team is always teasing spencer saying “he’s definitely a virgin” and he’s like “wtf no i’m not” one day they’re like ok well then y/n can see for herself, y/n is like “😳i didn’t sign up for this” and long story short they come back to the bau and the team is like “ ok soooo?” and y/n is like zoning out mumbling “you were wrong”

Warnings: SMUT (Penetration, oral (female recieving), spanking, over-stimulation, choking, degrading kink)

A/N: YO SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, I am going to start publishing fics again, but updates will be very very slow. They’ll increase eventually, but for now, they are slow. Love you all!

The night began at work. A late night with the team at the office, stacks of files mounted on all of your desks and you’re all gathered around to keep each other awake.

“Ugh. This is too much work. Seriously. Can’t killers ever take a break?”

You whine, spinning in the swivel chair and holding a file in the air. Morgan chuckles, staring at his own file before speaking.

“I need a drink after this.”

“You and me both Morgs.”

“I told you to stop calling me that Girly.”

You chuckle, stopping your spinning and standing up to stretch. It feels nearly impossible to stay awake. Not necessarily because you’re tired, but you’ve been staring at similar files all day and it’s getting boring and tiring.

 “I’ll do refills on coffee. Gimme your mugs.”

You say, letting them pile different sizes of cups and mugs in your arms. You saunter over to the coffee machine and set them on the counter.

You set the pot for a lot of coffee and quickly dash to Hotch’s office, where him and Rossi are.

“Yo, I’m making coffee, y’all need refills?”

They shake their heads and you shrug, returning to the coffee machine and pouring the coffee in the mugs before adding cream and sugar.

“How much sugar tonight Reid?”

You ask, turning to the tall doctor with a smirk. Luckily, you and your team are the only people left in the bullpen so you can be as loud as you want.

“A lot.”

You snort, grabbing the box of sugar and piling it in, almost emptying it before putting it on the shelf and making a few trips to distribute the coffee.

“Here you are Spencer, sugar with some coffee on the side.”

You chuckle, sitting in your chair again and picking a new file up, only to find that this was the last file.

“Oh. Anyone else wanna give me files? I’m on my last one.”

Morgan and Emily immediately run up to you with files, dropping them on your desk and thanking you. It made you laugh, watching smiles grown on their faces.

“Okay team. We’re almost finished. Just a little bit more now.”

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A few hours later you, Spencer, Rossi, and Hotch are finished with your stacks, waiting for the other three with Penelope, discussing bars to go to.

“Oooo there’s a new one downtown, we should go there.”

“Can you guys hold back your alcohol talk until tonight please? I just wanna get out of here fast and maybe get lucky tonight.”

Emily pleads, making you and the other women go “oooo” while the men groan.

“Oh boy you are right Em. I haven’t gotten laid in so long. Too long.”

You say, leaning back in your chair and looking at a flabbergasted Penelope.

“How long?”

She asks, staring at you in disbelief. You were a very beautiful woman (Don’t you fucking dare say otherwise) so people often assumed you had sex often. You weren’t private about it either. So what if people judged you? Sex is natural and anyone who says otherwise is selling something.

“Since my first time in middle school. I had a delusion that sex was gonna be this amazing thing and then it was actually terrible. I gave up all hope and never slept with anyone ever again. So you know, it is what it is.”

Everyone looked at you in shock, confused as to how you went your whole life without sex.

“Wait really?”

Morgan questions, his attention dropping from the files to you in an instant. Spencer simply stared at you in disbelief, his expression suddenly making you nervous.

“Y-yeah. I haven't had sex since middle school. It isn’t a big deal.”

You defend, but Penelope wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Oh honey I’m definitely finding you someone to take home.”

“Hey, at least you had your first time, unlike pretty boy over here.”

Morgan teases, messing with Spencer’s hair. Spencer was often teased for being a virgin, but none of you knew what to believe. He said he wasn’t, but refused to tell even Morgan about any of his times.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys, I’m not a virgin!”

“Then tell us about one time.”

Morgan says, a wide smirk on his face at the disheveled state of the genius doctor. Poor Reid just wanted to be left alone but Morgan will not let this go.

“Morgan. Not all of us are public about our sex lives like you bud. Sometimes I wish you were as secretive as Reid. None of us want to hear about how you “got it on”.”

Morgan grimaces, and Spencer looks to you thankfully. 

“C’mon Y/N, you aren’t even a little curious?”

Emily asks from her desk, finally finishing up the last file with JJ. You shrug, playing with your hair briefly.

“Of course I’m super curious, but, unlike you lust goblins, I stand with Hotch and Rossi and don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”

Various groans come from the team as you fist-bump Hotch and Rossi, laughing at their defeat.

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When Morgan finally finishes, you all head to the new bar downtown, smiling at the flashing lights of the dance floor and immediately going to a small table with the rest of the team.

“Oh hells yes! This place is already fun!”

Penelope squeals, waving a worker over to get food. Morgan sits next to you, Emily on your other side and Spencer is next to Morgan and Hotch. 

“Alright my baby’s we are partying until Y/N gets lucky!”

You chuckle at Penelope’s words, raising a glass of water to your lips and taking a big swig of it before looking around. The people in there were definitely attractive, but your mind never swayed from a certain genius.

You meant it when you said you were curious, your mind had always wandered to certain images when you went to sleep, constantly imagining what he would be like.

You’re mind was so easily destroyed by him. All of your thoughts contorted by him. To the point where you can’t imagine sleeping with any of these other people, but you’re scared to ruin your friendship with him by trying to sleep with him.

“Ah guys. I’m fine. I don’t want to sleep with someone I don’t know.”

Morgan groans, nudging your side and making you laugh.

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A few hours later, Spencer has abandoned ship and went to the bathroom, leaving you alone with the rest of the team as you eat some wings.

“Oh my god I know how to figure out if Reid’s a virgin or not!”

Penelope shouts, you look at her excited face, just smirking as she squeals.

“And what is your plan?”

“One of us hooks up with him!”

You all choke on your food and drinks, staring at her in shock.

“I’m sorry what? Did you just say-”

“Actually that’s not a bad idea.”

Hotch cuts you off. You turn to his smirking face in shock. Never in a million years would you have thought that Aaron Hotchner thought one of you sleeping with Reid is a good idea.

“Hotch! Wouldn’t that like, mess with work or something?”

He shrugs, turning to you and smirking.

“What can I say? I’m curious too.”

You sigh, chuckling a bit and shaking your head.

“I say Y/N does it.”

“What?”

“Yeah! Y/N is single and hasn’t gotten laid in a while, it’s perfect!”

“Guys no I-”

“Oh my god you’re right! Plus there’s plenty of sexual tension between the two of them.”

You sigh, knowing they won’t let up until this happens. When the team wants something, they make it happen.

“Okay guys, I didn’t sign up for this, I’m not your test dummy.”

You say, putting your wings down on the plate in front of you and looking around at them all.

“Please girly? Pretty please?”

Morgan begs, clutching your hand tightly and shaking it up and down like a child who wants a toy.

“Y/N, I will make sure you get a raise in your paycheck.”

You stop and think about it for a second.

It could ruin your relationship with him forever, then again, he’s the type to forgive and forget when it comes to his friends.

And if it did work out, then things could be awkward between the two of you for a long time, or worse, he’d regret it. And like all the things he regrets, he’d ignore you until you disappeared.

And the worst you can think of, you take his virginity. Not someone he loves, not his girlfriend or wife, you. His bestfriend and co-worker. 

But still, just that small percentage that everything might go completely right and you might even get a second time with him makes it feels like it might be worth it.

“Okay fine. But I don’t want a raise. If I’m doing this it’s because I want to.”

They all cheer and you just smile, taking a swig of beer before motioning for Morgan to switch seats with you so that when Spencer comes back he’ll be next to you.

Within a few minutes Spencer returns and you feel a heat travel up your neck as you look at him. He turned to you and smiled, sending shivers up your spine as you smiled back.

“Why’d you switch places?”

He asks, you turn to Morgan for help, pleading him to come up with a fake story.

“Emily kept poking her so she told me to switch.”

He says, you practically glare daggers at him, but you go with it, turning back to Spencer and nodding with a smile.

“Yep, so now, you are stuck with me.”

You joke, trying to ease the dusty pink on your cheeks, and nudge him gently in the arm.

In a few minutes you muster up the courage to let your hand travel off of the counter and onto Spencer’s thigh, feeling your entire face go crimson at the feeling of the hard muscle.

He choked on his water briefly before looking at you, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your red face. You were trying to hide any emotion you felt out of embarrassment. 

He didn’t say anything though, you’re hand felt warm against the cool breeze of the bar, and he wasn’t opposed to your touch whatsoever.

Everyone continued talking and laughing as your hand inched upwards, and you could feel his body tense up every once in a while, and every time he did, you paused, giving him a moment to push your hand away or tell you to stop, but he didn’t. Not even when you began massaging and squeezing the muscle in your hands.

In fact, he at some point grabbed your hand and positioned it right above his own cock. You weren’t touching it yet, just hovering in slight fear.

He wants this.

You thought before slowly lowering your hand, your eyes widening at the feeling of his semi hard and fairly large cock. What the hell were you getting yourself into?

You glance at him quickly, only to find him staring straight back at you with lust lidded eyes. They were intimidating, almost scary. Usually you would have hated to be on the receiving end of this glare, but in this context, it made you feel like a match had been lit inside of you and you were just left there with a lit match inside of you.

The moment you squeezed your hands just slightly, he abruptly stood up, your hand falling from his crotch. Everyone looks at him in shock as he yanks you up.

“I need to talk to you.”

Is all he says before dragging you away. You only had a split second to turn and see the teams faces, but they were all pretty much the same. 

A shit eating smile with wiggling eyebrows.

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From the moment you were yanked into the private room with Spencer, you were super nervous. It had been years, you were inexperienced. What if he didn’t like it? What if he left because you were bad at it?

He seemed to notice your panicked state and sat you down on the bed, crouching in front of you and taking your hands in his.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this. As much as I would love to prove to you that I really am not a virgin, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. But if you say yes, I will pillage your body to the point that you can’t walk next week.”

Well shit, now you were fully convinced and super turned on. You had thought he was vanilla, or maybe even a bottom, but oh wow you were so wrong.

“Do it.”

Those were the only two words needed for Spencer Reid to pounce, and your plane of vision was knocked over, now laying on your back as he traps you under his body. 

His lips are everywhere. They’re on yours at first, but they travel to your jaw, your neck, and his lengthy fingers work at the buttons on your dress shirt rapidly. 

“Shit Spencer...”

You whine out as he works his hands across your body. They feel like fire against your skin. His lips are wet and messy, kissing and marking your neck for the world to see.

You grip his shirt, tugging at it and opening your mouth to speak, but a moan slips out instead. You shut your eyes in embarrassment as you feel his lips curl upwards on your collarbone, the suckling feeling feeling so warm and tingly.

“What is it baby? You want me to take my shirt off? huh?”

You nod eagerly, chest rising and falling quickly as he raises his body off of yours, and you open your heavy eyes to see him strip off his shirt. He isn’t muscly, but he’s perfect, he looks perfect.

“What do you want baby?”

You stumble over your words, your mind already fuzzy somehow by just his lips.

“You. I want you. Please Spencer I want you.”

 You beg, your hands travelling up his torso and feeling his soft skin. He leans down again, towering over you and smashing his lips on your while his hands work on getting your pants off.

His lips were safe, careful. Not aggressive, and his tongue that tasted the inside of your mouth was warm and loving, savoring your taste as you whined into his.

He was smiling so widely against your skin, his pride booming at the way you reacted to his touch. He never once thought he could get you to react like this.

“You just wanted to see if I was a virgin huh? You curious?”

You nod and shake your head, confused on why you were doing this as well. You wanted this so much it almost hurt, you’ve wanted this since day one. You were also really curious as well though.

“You know what they say.”

He leans into your ear, kissing your neck and biting your ear.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

You felt his fingers rub at your clothed pussy, your black cloth panties preventing him from fucking you with his fingers. His fingers rub against your clit, the cotton creating friction on it as well.

 “Please Spencer! Please please please!”

You beg, feeling his breath land on your cold skin in a way that felt so raw and rigid. He tugs at your panties, freeing your cunt as a finger rubs against your clit, the bundle of nerves jolting you up.

A loud moan escapes your lips as he continues circling your clit with his long fingers, His lips kissing your open ones.

Two fingers probe into you, scissoring themselves inside of you. You groan into his mouth as they curl upwards into your wet cunt.

“Shit!”

He moves his head between your thighs, licking a wet stripe up your clit, flicking it around as you moan at the sensitive feeling. It feels like electricity lighting up the sensitive nub.

A pressure builds between your legs, a spring coiling in your stomach as he suckles on your clit, fucking you fast with his fingers.

“Spencer! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it.”

It hits you like a fiery clap of thunder, the feeling so extreme and hot it almost makes you scream and you can only hope no one heard you over the music outside.

Your breathing is labored as your high dies down, but Spencer doesn’t let up, he flips you over onto your stomach, dragging you to your knees by your hips. 

“Wha-”

You get cut off by your own moan of pain, the tip of his cock slowly being pressed into your tight and wet cunt.

“It’ll get better baby, I’ll go slow, I promise. Just tell me when you want me to go, and when you want me to stop. Okay?”

You nod against the pillow under your face, tears slipping out of the corners of your eyes. A hand lands on your ass, making you yelp at the rough feeling.

“Words baby.”

You moan, palming the sheets with your fists as he pulls out completely, leaving you to feel empty.

“Okay! Please Spencer! Please I need you!”

You could practically feel his pride rolling off of him as he pushes into your sex slowly, filling you up fully. 

It’s a stinging feeling, as if you were being torn apart. But he waits, he let’s you adjust to his girthy size before moving. He really was gentle. You hadn’t expected him to be rough exactly, but he was shockingly gentle and patient.

Eventually, you got used to the feeling, it felt so satisfying as well. The feeling of being so full and warm was so pleasuring, it sent little jolts of pleasure up your spine and out your mouth, making Spencer smirk.

“You’re so tight for me. You so curious you let me fuck you huh? So eager?”

You nod, burying your face into the pillows. You want him to move, to fuck you until you break, but words won’t come out, so you move your hips forwards, letting part of him slip out of you before moving him back into your dripping cunt.

A loud groan escapes both of your lips at the feeling, his hand lands on your ass again, reddening it before taking the hint and thrusting into you carefully.

“Oh... Holy crap!”

You moan out as he continues to clench your hips, surely leaving bruises tomorrow. His thrusts remained slow and deep, but it felt just right. He let his hands wander, travelling up and down your body.

His fingers find your bra, unclipping it and letting it fall off. Your breasts move to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Faster... Please Spencer faster!”

“What’s that my little slut? You want more? You gonna be a greedy little slut?”

You could feel your cheeks become a dark crimson color, slightly embarrassed at the degrading language he was using, but you nod nonetheless, wanting him to pound into you shamelessly.

“Very well. What a dirty slut wants, she gets.”

His pace quickens suddenly, each thrust into you sharp and hitting into you just right. Loud moans escape both yours and Spencer’s lips, the room becoming sweaty and sticky quickly.

“This want you want you whore? You just want to be fucked like a cheap whore?”

Pointless babbles fall out of your mouth, quiet “Yes” and “I’m your cheap whore” being mumbled as he pounded into from behind. 

A gasp escapes your lips as he lands another smack to your ass, leaving a burning sensation that felt so damn pleasurable after the initial sting.

A familiar pressure builds up between your thighs again, Your legs trembling under the Thunderous feeling of your orgasm washing over your entire body.

You had thought that two orgasms would have been enough for him, but he doesn’t let up, even flipping you back over and thrusting into you harder. 

“S-Spencer!”

You gasp and squirm as his fingers find your sensitive and swollen clit, pinching and rubbing it with his thumb and index finger. It felt like a wave of nerves jolting every bone, your back arching off of the cushion underneath you.

He continues pounding into you mercilessly, admiring the way your tits bounce at his pace, the way you so desperately panted for mercy, but your body betrayed you.

If you really wanted him to get off of you, you would have made it much more clear, you would have been pushing him off more, but you were more just clutching him closer than anything, wriggling your body around.

You couldn’t form any words at this point, chasing after your third orgasm endlessly. You manage to spot the hand that isn’t abusing your clit snake its way up your body, playing and pinching your nipples briefly before wrapping itself around your neck. 

Soft squeezes are delivered to your throat, making you whimper and whine, your own hands reaching his wrist for support, feeling up the vein-y muscles.

“Spencer! Spencer I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum!”

You whimper out, his hand tightens around your throat and his fingers rub your clit faster and harder, abusing the already raw nerves. 

Everything felt so overwhelming. Your body was shaking aggressively each time he rubbed your swollen nub, and the feeling of him pounding into your wet cunt repeatedly slamming your sweet spot mercilessly and choking you out at the same time was so raw and powerful. 

It felt unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. And with a broken moan, you came all over his cock, clenching around him and pushing him over the edge as well. 

He came right inside of you, riding out his high while slowing the rubs delivered to your clit. Your insides were twitching like crazy around his sensitive cock, making him groan while watching your entire body shake.

Soon after you both came, he pulled out, letting his cum drip out of you and onto the bed, pulling your body to sit up.

“Well, did I pass your test?”

You lazily nod at his question. You panted heavily, trying to chase after your breath.

“Holy shit Spencer... That was... Wow.”

He chuckled, grabbing your clothes off of the floor and placing them next to you.

“Need help cleaning up?”

You shook your head, meeting his starstruck eyes for the first time since he choked you. They were so bright, so in awe. 

“Alright, well I’m gonna head home so I don’t have to face the others. See you at work?”

“See ya.”

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Twenty minutes later, Spencer had gone home and you had finished getting all of his cum out of you, and now you were fully dressed, making your way back to the others in a shell shocked state of mind.

Everyone else was trying their hardest not to laugh at the sight of your shaky legs when you stumbled into your chair, red hickies all over your neck. You sat with a blank stare in your eyes, chugging your water.

“So?”

Morgan asked, knowing the answer already but just wanting to hear it anyways.

“You were wrong.”

You managed to mumble out. Everyone broke out laughing, even Hotch and Rossi.

You continued to eat your wings, The memory of what just happened stuck on replay in your brain.

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Requested by @maybebanks​ / Summary: The BAU is investigating you for a case against your brother and you won’t say a thing, until Dr. Spencer Reid walks in. 

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“Miss y/l/n, we only want to know about your brother.” The man in front of you explains. You were seated across from him at the steel table, inside a room without windows. If you weren’t freaking out about your brother, you might have been freaking out about being enclosed in a room that you couldn’t get out of or see a way out and wonder if the walls were suddenly getting smaller. 

They’d brought you in only a couple hours ago. The BAU team had entered your workplace and cornered you at your desk, basically ordering you to come with them or you’d be arrested. So, you did as you were told. However, you’d seen this before and you weren’t going to speak to them about anything especially if it could be used against you or your brother later on. 

There were men close to your age that had turned up dead in ditches and for some reason your brother was their number one suspect because his DNA is on one of the victims. Your brother, a murderer? There was no way. He was protective of you, his little sister, but he wasn’t that protective, not a murdering type because you looked at my sister wrong kind of guy. 

“When is the last time you spoke to him?” You’d learned the name of the man across from you. Agent Hotchner. 

Your arms remained crossed over your chest as you said nothing. You didn’t even make contact with him. He’d been in here for almost half an hour and you could tell the man was growing impatient. 

He gave a hard sigh and finally stood, “Fine you won’t speak, we’ll just have to find another way to get you to talk.” As he neared the exit, he added, “How about I bring in one of your exes? James? I think he is on your emergency contact list.” And with that he slammed the door shut behind him. 

And suddenly the room grew smaller.

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“Hotch, you can’t threaten her with an ex boyfriend.” Spencer defends, “That’s wrong and you know it.” 

“She won’t speak, what else am I supposed to do?” Hotch tosses the file on the table next to him in frustration, “She has to speak at some point. We have a deadline before the next body shows up and we need information on her brother to find him.” 

“Let me try-” Spencer started, but when he looked through the window into the interrogation room, he knew something was wrong. 

You were panicking and breathing heavily as the walls continued to close in. Your ex boyfriend couldn’t come here. He couldn’t know where you were. 

Spencer rushed into the room, “hey hey, breath.” He pulled you and your chair out from the table so you were in the open and facing him, “Just breath, what’s wrong?” 

“The walls. The walls are..” You choked out and Spencer knew. 

“Open that door.” He instructs the guard before turning his attention back to you, “Breath in and out with me.” Spencer takes in a few deep breaths and you follow along, finally calming down. 

“Get her some water and keep that door open.” Spencer looks you over once more, “And get the cuffs off her. She’s claustrophobic. There’s no need for the cuffs. She’s not a suspect.” 

Your grateful for the man in front of you, “Thank you.” You say quietly as he unlocks the cuffs from your wrists. 

His eyes meet yours, “We’ll keep the door open from now on. Is that alright?” 

You nod, “there’s no windows.. the room just kept getting smaller.” 

He hands you the cup of water, “I know, it’s alright. May I sit in here with you?” He motions to the free seat across from you. 

You answer with a nod and take a sip of your water. You were finally calmed enough to take in the man who’d saved you. His hair was a mess on the top of his head, but it worked for him. He wore a button up shirt with a vest and a tie around his neck. You read the badge clipped to his shirt, SSA Spencer Reid. 

“I’m Dr. Spencer Reid by the way.” 

“You look a little young to be a doctor.” You say quietly. 

He chuckles, “I get that a lot.” He points to the shirt your wearing, “Las Vegas. I’m from there.” 

“Went for my 21st birthday. My parents took my brother and I.” 

“It’s a great place. However, I’m banned from casinos there.” 

“Banned?” You laugh, “What could you have possibly been banned for?” 

“Um.. being too good at cards.” He chuckles. 

“Ah you were costing them money? Yeah I can see why you’d be banned.” 

The two of you continued to make small talk. Spencer took a friendly approach instead of Hotch’s aggressive approach and you seemed to open up more to him. From the entire 30 minutes he’d sat with you, he’d managed to find out more than Hotch did and found out that you weren’t great with men who shown aggression. He confirmed that theory when Hotch had walked in and asked you a couple questions but you’d shut down and didn’t say a word. 

“We only want to find your brother. His DNA is on one of the victims shirts.” Spencer explains as he opens the file in front of you. He wanted to get you comfortable with him before going straight into the case and it’s details,  “If he is innocent, great, we’ll prove it. But we have to find him first.” 

You nervously looked over the few photos of the men and recognized one, “That’s Brad. I went on a date with him the other night. It.. it didn’t end good and my brother had stepped in.” You look up at Spencer, “Is that who had his DNA?” 

Spencer gives a nod, glancing back at the window where the team were already listening and watching. 

“My brother had to.. he had to stop the guy. He made some advances when I got home and wouldn’t stop so my brother stepped in to help. He’d never.. kill these men.” 

“Can someone confirm that? And confirm your brother had an alibi the nights these men went missing?” 

You quickly nod, “My brother’s girlfriend and her niece. The three of us live together and her niece was there with us over the weekend. And also our neighbors. They can confirm my brother was home because he spoke with them while bringing up groceries.” 

“This is great information. Let me go talk with the team.” 

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It was only a little while later that Spencer was back in the room, “You’re free to go.” 

“My brother?” 

“He’s cleared of anything. He’s no longer a suspect.” Spencer hands you your things they had confiscated at the door. 

“Thank you.” You give a grateful smile, “And for being so kind during all of this.” 

“Of course.” He apologizes for Hotch’s behavior, “he’s used to taking that aggressive approach with other unsubs. He sometimes forgets that it doesn’t work with everyone.” He motions to the door, “I’ll walk you out.” 

The two of you walk out of the room and through the police department, “Well, I hope you catch the man who did this.” 

“I believe we will. It could also be a woman. Statistically when the victims are men, 85% of the time the killer is a woman.” He notices the look on your face and blushes, “Sorry, I like statistics and sometimes I get overly excited.” 

“It’s fine.” You laugh, “I’ll see you around, Dr. Spencer Reid...” 

He watches as you walk out the door and he makes it look like he wasn’t watching you leave when you glance back at him, however, he runs right into the water dispenser, almost knocking it over. 

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FRIED EGGS

KOBY x Pirate!Reader

word count: 2k

summary: Being infiltrated as a Marine and keeping your feelings under control was easy until you were assigned to work with Marine Captain Koby. How you wished he was a jerk.

highlight: ¨I am kissing you... but I am angry, Y/N-san...¨

warnings: read under the risk of developing diabetes.

notes: Hey, guys! This was a lovely request from @pure-kirarin! <3 I had to stop other projects to make this one because Koby threw me out of my comfort zone hahaha I really hope you like!! ALSO 1) Happy Birthday Sabo-kun! ALSO 2) In order to add more dept to the story, the main character is part of a Yonkos´crew, but I wrote in a way that all fit, so choose your favorite! ALSO 3) ART ALERT!

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¨You have been doing a remarkable job in such little time, Commander L/N. We all have great expectations regarding your transference to our Marine Headquarters.¨ 

The words of the Rear Admiral barely scratched your mind as you discreetly observed the pink-haired boy´s reflection on the crystal clear window. 

He maintained a similar posture to yours: chin up, chest out, shoulders back, and stomach in. However, while your fingers remained paralleled to your trousers, you took a glimpse of his clenched fist, thumb fidgeting the side of his index finger. 

¨Vice Admiral Tsuru was reluctant to sign your transfer. She said you remind her of herself in the past, which is always an excellent compliment to hear.¨ you nodded, acknowledging his words  ¨We´re glad we convinced her.¨

Your heart warmed with his words, and you almost felt bad because you knew the disappointing outcome O-Tsuru-san would have at the end of this. She trained you with the iron face of a merciless soldier, and the elegance that resembled the animal of her name.

It has been three years since you received the green card from your captain to part ways in a long-term solo mission. A journey to excavate the putrid secrets of the so-called defenders of the law. You learned after a short time that justice is not so black and white.

Not that you planned to reveal the dirt, no. That intel your captain could sell to the Revolutionary Army and keep the capital running. You were interested in the arms race, the corrupt diplomacy, and more importantly, the dark pipes where traitors flowed.

Someone from inside the Yonkos was feeding the Marines with crucial information about the Emperors´ activities. And in such a close fight, you could not take those risks.

All other Emperors must have their own undercover agents within the Marines, but even that was a dispute. You could point some names to your boss, who confirmed what was suspected. Those would usually be the best of the best, extravagant and loud.

But not you. You didn't have to make that much noise. You slid between the floors of New Marineford like a snake swimming with the current. Earning the respect of your superiors and being promoted without ringing any bells. You accepted each medal with a firm salutation and relentless performance. 

¨The trip must have been displeasing. Submerging ten thousand meters underwater and rising to these fiendish waters require a good rest. Our Marine Captain Koby will escort you to your quarters, Commander Y/N. The remaining instructions shall be presented tomorrow.¨

You saluted the Rear Admiral in front of you and turned to the exit, passing by Koby, who waited for you to leave first.  When your paths crossed, the pace of your heartbeats quickened, pumping more blood through your body and leaving a burning sensation on your cheeks. 

The involuntary response was instantly interpreted as alertness to danger, which needed to be handled with caution. 

Can´t let my guard down around this one, you thought.

In fact, you planned to keep as much distance as you could from him. An officer let slip that he has been gaining incredible control over his Observation Haki since the Paramount War. 

But the wind seemed to change direction, and you began to swim against the current. When the morning came, you were assigned to be his partner for an undetermined time, and he would act as your superior. The idea of being bossed around by a younger marine got your temper sparked. 

Only he was not like the others, treating you in a patronizing and condescending way. He spoke to you with the same cordiality and politeness he addressed everybody else. 

Slowly, your concrete cold expression began to soothe. You would still remind yourself how annoying his good manners were, though. So annoying, seriously!

¨Good morning, Y/N-san!¨ he greeted as you joined him for breakfast. 

¨Good morning, Koby.¨ 

¨Our Border Force correspondent sent his report early in the morning with information about possible Yonkos´ alliances in the Wano Country. We are arranging a meeting as soon as possible.¨ 

You didn´t like to handle work so early, but this subject, in particular, raised your spirits. ¨Good. It was about time.¨

You noticed that he wore a different headband. ¨What happened?¨ 

¨Hm?¨ he brought the soup bowl close to his mouth. 

¨The bandana. Green, with the fried eggs.¨ he choked on the miso soup, coughing like he had swallowed poison. 

You reached for a paper tissue and handed it to him. ¨K-Koby, are you ok?¨

¨Y-Y/N... Y/N-san...¨ he coughed some more ¨They´re not... fried eggs...¨

¨Oh...¨ your brows raised slightly ¨What are they?¨

A depressive aura grew around him ¨They are flowers, YN-san...¨

The edge of your lips contorted as you tried to hide a smile. You haven´t felt like smiling genuinely for years. Annoying boy!

From that moment on, ignoring him became more difficult. He started to ask you to train with him or invite you to spend some time with him and Helmeppo whenever you had free time. Eventually, he began to ask you how he looked before an important meeting. 

Most of the time, you would reply something like ¨ok¨. But sometimes, the mouth was quicker than the brain, and you would let an ¨impeccable¨ slip out, followed by an awkward throat clearing and blushed cheeks. 

From both sides.

•

¨Oh my-¨ you stopped yourself from finishing the sentence. 

You were chosen to complete this mission due to your excellent skills in hiding emotions and acting calm under stressful situations. No one could break you. 

Within the Marines, no joke could make you crack a smile, and no torture could make you spill secrets. 

Why did you want to ask if he was ok?

Koby had entered his office with bumps and bloody bruises over his face. His always neat uniform was blotchy, and he carried a first aid kit. 

¨Garp-san paid a visit.¨ He sat on the couch and opened the white box, throwing everything on the coffee table. ¨I bet it wasn't like this with Tsuru-san.¨ he chuckled. 

¨No. She would beat me up, wash me and hang me up to dry.¨ 

You shot from the chair, moving towards the clumsy pinkette, who struggled to attend to his injuries. He tried to hold the mirror with one hand and suture his gash with the other. 

¨Thank yo-¨

¨Shh. Don´t move.¨

You leaned closer to have a better look, giving Koby the same chance. Your delicate perfume smelled like it was tailor-made for you. Your breathing was slightly irregular, and your lip twitched with every given stitch. Your fingers felt like feathers on his skin, so much that he didn´t even feel a sting. 

The job was fast and efficient, making Koby wish Garp had put more effort into his Love Fist. Grabbing a piece of wet cotton, you cleaned the dried blood.  

¨Alright...¨ you whispered.

¨Alright...¨ he whispered back.

You were inches apart from his face, your eyes traveling across the scar on his forehead, the pink locks, and kind features. Your mind traced back all the way to the Paramount War. You had very little knowledge about him, but the words he spoke that day have always made your heart pound like cannonballs. 

You will make an excellent Admiral one day, Koby. 

I hope you don´t hate me. 

¨Y-Y/N-san...¨

¨Hm?¨

¨Your smile is beautiful.¨

¨What?¨ The stupid scene of yours was interrupted like a DJ stopping the record player. 

With cheeks getting pinker than his hair, you shot up and marched back to the chair and your newspaper. ¨You clean this up.¨ 

He left a low chuckle out and began gathering the mess. 

Oh, no, Y/N. You have got to be kidding me. 

He is a freaking marine. Breathe. 

There were a vast number of reasons why you couldn´t like him: from him being a Marine Captain and you being a pirate to the fact that your mission was coming to a conclusion.

Meaning that your journey as his partner would be very soon reaching its end. The meeting with this mysterious correspondent regarding the Yonkos´ operations in the New World would be the last move in this chess game. You would be going home. Mission completed. Everything perfect, right? 

Right, perfect. Impeccable! Ugh!

•

¨... confirm secure line.¨

¨This is Border Officer code 404890. Secure line confirmed.¨ you spoke with a low but clear voice through the nail transponder. 

¨What´s the status on our birdie?¨

¨Positive. The birdie is located at 03:24:01.¨ you gave your boss a coordinate to the name of the Marine informant. The answer you took three years to find out remained on file number one, third page, suspect number twenty-four. 

An amused laugh echoed on your end, and you buried the speaker on your jacket to muffled the sound. 

¨At least he is not one of ours.¨ a chuckle ¨Great job, Y/N.¨

¨Thank you, boss.¨

¨I know this mustn't have been easy, but you were impeccable as always.¨

Yeah, impeccable. 

¨You know the protocol now. We´ll see each other in a few days. You´ll have a party waiting for you, kid.¨

¨Aye, aye, boss. But I want the good booze.¨  Both of you laughed. 

You finished the call, and the smile on your lips died as the image of a pink-haired boy invaded your mind. You wished he was a jerk like everybody else. 

It would have been so easy. 

¨Who were you talking to?¨ your chest contracted, pushing the air out of your lungs and sending extra blood supply to your muscles. 

You hid the transponder into your jacket and turned, facing your Marine Captain. 

¨Eavesdropping, Koby?¨

What should I do?

¨Y/N-san, who were you talking to?¨ he repeated himself, offering the benefit of the doubt. You sighed.

¨My captain.¨ 

Why the need to be honest with him?

¨Y/N-san, please don´t tell me-¨

¨I´m sorry, Koby. I wish I didn´t have to do this.¨ you couldn´t bring yourself to face him.

¨A-Are you a pirate? Why?¨

You chuckled ¨Why am I a pirate?¨

¨Why did you do this?¨ his face was pale, making your guts twitch in guilt.

¨I´m on a mission. But I´ll leave soon.¨

¨You are like... Vergo-san.¨ he sounded disappointed.

¨I am nothing like Vergo. You know this.¨ or at least you hoped he did. 

He closed the door slowly, eyes fixed on your figure. The bright light from the window made him look like an ethereal painting.

While you tried to predict his next move, whether he was going to interrogate you or kick your ass, Koby acted calm and collected, not hesitating. He trusted his Observation Haki to guide his next move. Or maybe his heart.

You saw a pink blur closing distance like a missile, and before you could dodge, his hands pulled you by the waist, connecting your bodies and lips. 

He forced your back to meet the thick window with a gasp that was muffled by the kiss. His touch was rough upon the fabric of your uniform, but his mouth felt soft against yours.

Your hands moved to his hair, removing the round pair of glasses and the green bandana so you could get lost in his locks. His grip was harsh under the fabric of your uniform, but his hair felt soft on your fingertips. 

A moan escaped your lips when he parted the kiss with a loud snap and struck the glass with both hands, keeping you trapped in the middle. You let go of his hair and grabbed him by the collar, not letting him go away.

¨I am kissing you... but I am angry, Y/N-san...¨ his breath was heavy and carried with a myriad of emotions. 

¨I know... I am sorry.¨

¨Why?¨

¨Because I like you, Koby. A lot.¨ he paused for a second, fighting the urge to admit the same.

¨What was your mission?¨

This is the last lie, I promise, Koby. ¨The Marines possessed vital information about something my boss wants. I needed to get it.¨

¨Now that I know that you´re a pirate and that you stole Marine´s assets, I´m gonna have to hunt you down.¨

¨I´ll be waiting for you.¨ 

You stared him in the eyes, and he kissed you to stop himself from saying what he really wanted. 

I love you, Y/N-san.

Diary of Koby-Meppo: The Fried Egg Life Crisis.

💕 @vemuabhi

[americancowgirl19]

Acceptance

Summary: You find the love of your life in the middle of a highway.

Warnings: violence, soulmate, fluff, angst?, implied smut

Reader: Female Reader

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 3,680

A/n: This was requested by @fyeahtaylorp​ : Could you please do a Bucky Barnes x plus size female reader imagine where you see black and white until you meet your soulmate and they meet during the winter solider when he’s not really him and he’s protective of her and she works along side Steve and she has weather manipulation powers and they meet again and he’s still protective and there is smut please. - I am so freaking sorry that it took me forever to get this written and published and I didn’t get to the smut, so sorry. I also changed it just a little bit so I hope you still like it! 

Masterlist

“Hey, are you Sam Wilson?” You question, standing on the man's front doorstep. He frowns his eyebrows, crosses his arms, and sizes you up. You know you don’t look like much, but your mother always said that looks were deceiving. “Can I come in?”

“And who are you?” He asks, standing tall in the doorway.

“She’s backup,” Natasha states, coming into view. You instantly send a smile her way. “We can trust her,” She reassures him. Sam presses his lips together but nods and moves to let you in.

“You look good... All things considered,” You compliment her. She looked like her naturally beautiful self with only a couple of scratches and bruises on her skin.

“It’s been a rough few days,” Natasha tells you. “We could use your help,” You smirk and cock your head to the side.

“That’s what I’m here for. Where’s Cap?” Once the question leaves your lips, the golden boy comes into the room. “Heard you were in a tight spot,” You state when he looks at you with arched eyebrows. His eyes move from you to Natasha, who gives an innocent shrug.

“We could use her help,” Natasha states. “We can trust her,” She vouches. Steve looks hesitant but nods before giving you a polite smile.

“Rough few days, huh?” You mutter, looking at Natasha, sensing that her words were a bit of an understatement. “What exactly are we up against?”

Natasha and Steve both begin to fill you and Sam in on what’s been going on. You weren’t surprised Shield had been compromised. You didn’t trust anybody outside your small group. You preferred being on your own in a secluded area.

However, Natasha is one of the select few that has your complete trust. Therefore, when she called, saying she needed help, you came without hesitation.

“So, the question is: who in Shield could launch a domestic missile strike?” Natasha questions.

“Pierce,” Steve realizes.

“Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world,” Natasha sighs.

“But he’s not working alone. Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star,”

“So was Jasper Sitwell,”

“So, the real question is: how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a Shield officer in broad daylight?”

“The answer is: you don’t,” Sam states, dropping a military file on the table. Natasha pulls it toward her.

“What’s this?”

“Call it a resume,”

“Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you,” Natasha states. “You didn’t say he was a para-rescue,” She mumbles, looking at Steve.

“Is this Riley?” He asks, and Sam nods.

“I heard they couldn’t bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use, a stealth chute?”

“No. These,” Sam corrects Natasha. Steve flips through the file.

“I thought you said you were a pilot,”

“I never said pilot,” Sam smirks with a hint of smugness. It’s enough to get you grinning. You decide that you like him.

“I can’t ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason,”

“Dude, Captain America needs my help. There’s no better reason to get back in,”

“So, where can we get one of those?” You wonder, peaking at the pictures. “I don’t think Walmart has those in stock,”

“The last one is at Fort Meade,” Sam answers, an amused grin on his lips. “Behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall,”

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Steve assures him.

“I’m assuming you have a plan?” You ask, Steve. “Or is this a wing-it kind of mission?” Natasha grins a bit before they start laying out the plan.

Your part of the plan was to keep them from dying, basically. Nobody knew that you were involved. You were to stay in the background and only intervene if needed. Knowing Natasha, you would need to step in sooner rather than later.

You watched them from a distance. You smirked when you saw Sam flying around with his wings. They were a cool contraption; you weren’t going to lie.

Borrowing someone’s car, you followed them from a distance. You watched for anyone suspicious. Everything seemed normal until someone caught your eye.

This, someone, was dressed in black, but he stood out from everything around you. Like everyone else who had yet to meet the one they’re destined to be with, the world is dull and colorless. Only after meeting and accepting your soulmate could you see the world the way it’s supposed to be seen, full of color.

So, while his attire is completely black, his pale skin and silver arm stand out. You knew this was the man, The Winter Soldier, that Natasha and Steve had warned you about. You knew you should have warned them, but you were frozen by the revelation.

When he leaped from the car he was on and onto the one with your friends, you snapped out of your daze. Cursing, you sped up to try and get to them, but by the time you were able to weave around traffic and catch up, their car had crashed.

“Some backup you are, Y/n,” You mutter to yourself. You slam on the breaks and put the car in park before climbing out. You race down the highway and toward the men shooting at Natasha and Sam.

You stop a few paces away from the shooters and begin to conjure fog to cover their escape. Before long, Natasha can get away, and the attention is on you instead of Sam.

Able to see through your fog clearly, your search for your soulmate. When you find him, you send a powerful gust of wind in his direction. The force sends him flying back and through a car. You wince, but at least he’s not within the fog’s grasp any longer.

You move around as bullets come flying your way. You had given up your position, but it had been necessary. Once you find a safer place to stand, you begin to manipulate the fog once more. Your breath is now visible as the air around you drops rapidly in temperature.

To add to the cold, you begin to make the air thinner in their area. You see them shivering, and some drop to the ground due to the lack of oxygen.

In the corner of your eye, you notice one of the men had escaped the fog’s perimeter. He aims his gun at you but forces the fog to become thicker as you slip into its protective cover. Within the fog, you notice that more than one man has escaped.

You huff in annoyance, but at least you have eliminated a couple of the problem people. You see a few people standing at the edge of the highway shooting down where you assume Natasha, Steve, and Sam are.

Before you deal with them, you turn to the one that continues to hunt you just outside of the fog. Giving him an annoyed glare, one he doesn’t see, you point your hand at him. Like Palpatine, you release streams of lightning from your fingertips.

The man screams in pain and drops to the floor. You continue your ministrations until his screams stop. By then, however, the fog has dissipated, allowing the others to see you. Their guns turn to you, but before you can defend yourself, a stream of bullets lodge into their heads.

Your eyes snap to the source and notice the Soldier standing there. You both stare at each other before he stalks to the edge of the bridge and jobs down to the lower level. You race to the edge to watch him stomp off a crushed car and continue onward as nothing happened.

“Oh, no, you’re not getting away that easily,” You mutter. Lifting your hands, you manipulate the air around yourself. It lifts you off the ground and gently sets you down beside the car the Soldier had crushed when he landed.

You run in the direction the Soldier had gone. You see him locked in a fight with Steve. It looks like Cap finally met his match.

A groan catches your attention. Your breath catches in your throat. You jog over to Natasha and inspect her bullet wound.

“This is gonna hurt,” You warn her. She looks at you before closing her eyes. When she nods, you place your hands on either side of her wounded shoulder. You conjure enough heat to cauterize the wound.

“I hate it when you do that,” She mumbles. You smile at her.

“Well, stop getting shot, and I won’t have to do it,” You wink at her. “You’ll be alright,” You assure her before standing up. You turn back toward the Soldier and Steve. For the first time, you see him without his mask.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” He asks Steve before aiming a pistol at Steve. Your breath hitches again when Sam comes in and kicks the Soldier away from Steve. When he regains his footing, you notice Natasha aiming a grenade launcher at him.

“No!” You shout, shoving Natasha, forcing her to miss her target. When you look back, you notice the Soldier is gone. Before you can react, a collar is locked around your neck, preventing your mutation from working.

“It was him... He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me,” Steve mutters.

“How’s that even possible? It was like 70 years ago,” Sam states as Natasha stares at you intently. You avoid her gaze and continue to stare at Steve, wanting to know as much about him as possible.

“Zola. Bucky’s whole unit was captured n ‘43, Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and...”

“None of that's your fault, Steve,” Natasha assures him.

“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky,” Steve whispers.

Great, my soulmate is a ninety-something supersoldier that’s in Hydra. You think sarcastically. Although, if he doesn’t even know who he is, how can he willingly work for Hydra? He protected me from his own men. Hydra soldiers don’t do that. There’s hope for him.

“Oh, you’re on our side?” You ask when one of the masked persons beats the sit out of the other two. “Oh, hey Maria,” You greet when she takes her helmet off.

“Ah, that thing was squeezing my brain... Who’s this guy?”

After making the grand escape, you’re all lead towards a hideout. There you find Nick Fury, who’s apparently not dead. After an argument on how to go about things, you prepare to take on Shield/Hydra once again.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on, or am I going to have to start guessing?” Natasha questions. You glance up at her before looking back down at your feet.

“You’re smart, Nat... I’m sure you’ve already figured it out,” You whispers. Natasha doesn’t say anything for a minute. She then comes toward you and sits down.

“Can you stop him?” Nat asks. You meet her look.

“If I can... You won’t be seeing me for a while,” You tell her. She sends you a small smile.

“Do what you have to do... Just be careful,” She advises. You smile, bumping your shoulder with hers.

“You’re the one who should be careful... Once I find him, I’m going to get him to leave with me. You’ll be in the fight the whole time,” You remind her.

“I’ll be fine,’ Natasha whispers. “Just get him and go,” You smile and slowly nod.

With those words said, the two of you leave the room. You approach Shield with Steve and Sam. The two of them go their separate ways while you start your search for the Solider... For Bucky.

During your search, you take down as many Hydra agents as possible. You wanted to help the cause, but finding Bucky was more important.

It wasn’t long before you were officially labeled a major threat. This meant that their focus shifted toward you. Things were slowly getting out of hand, but you continue to literally take the air from their lungs and the warmth from their bodies until they died. You offered a foggy cover for the Shield agents that were your allies while shooting your enemies down with bolts of lightning.

When you began to get surrounded, someone came to your aid. He had found you before you found him. He didn’t waste ammo—a single bullet to the head of those around you.

You two shared another look. Instead of looking into sunglasses, this time, you were looking in his eyes. Everything around him would continue to be black and white until he accepted you. You wondered if he could see in color. Despite not knowing him and him working for Hydra, you accepted him. You wanted him. You hoped that he would trust you.

You got lost in the beautiful color of his eyes that you forgot what was happening around you. When he moved to leave you and continue with his mission, you shouted his name. He froze, and you moved a few steps closer.

“Look at me... please,” You whisper to him. He remains motionless. “Your name is Bucky. You were friends with Steve Rogers,” His head turns slightly to you. “I don’t know what’s happened to you, nor do I know what you’ve been through, but I can tell you that things don’t have to be like this. You don’t have to be their weapon, their machine,” You risk a few steps closer to him. “I’m your soulmate. I will never hurt you. I only want you to be happy... To keep you safe,”

He stays still for a moment. He’s so still it’s as if he’s a statue. Then, he moves forward as if the words you just said didn’t matter to him. They probably didn’t. You weren’t going to give up that easily.

“Bucky,” You say again, latching your hand around his wrist. He whips around and wraps your throat in his metallic hand. You tense but don’t move. He’s not cutting off your air; it’s a warning. Your free hand lifts and covers his metal wrist. I won’t hurt you... and I won’t ever let them hurt you again,” You promise him. “Who cares about what’s going on here? It’s not our fight,” You tell him. “Come with me,”

“They’ll find us,” He whispers. You smile brightly.

“They’ve been looking for me for over a decade and haven’t come close,” You tell him. ��They couldn’t find me then, and they certainly won’t find us now,” You assure him. “Please, come with me,”

Miraculously, he listens. The two of your leave the battle fairly easily. Anybody who gets in your way ends up dead. You switch your methods between sucking the air from his lungs to overheating or sudden frostbite. Bucky, while amazed by your abilities, settles for a simple bullet to the head. You two work with each other fluently.

You both stay away from populated areas. It’s harder within the city, but once you borrow another car and head into the countryside, it gets easier. You tell Bucky to stay in the car while you quickly buy him some comfortable clothes. Then, you drive him to your home. With your abilities, it’s impossible for anybody else to find, let alone get into, your home.

There’s an intense fog almost a mile thick around your property. Within the fog are intense temperatures. Some temperatures are too high or too low for a human to survive. Outside the fog, everything is normal and up to mother nature.

“Welcome to my home,” You say before climbing out of the car. He hesitantly follows you. “Nobody can come in without my consent,” You tell him. You walk to the house before slowing and turning back to him. “If you really want to leave, let me know... You may be a super soldier, but I’d be surprised if you could survive out there,” Bucky looks at the woods. “Come on; you must be hungry,”

You and Bucky live in silence for a long time. He doesn’t want to talk, and you don’t make him. You try to fill the silence with your ramblings, but it doesn’t always work to make him relax. He has nightmares at night, during the day as well. You want to help, but it’s a complicated situation.

It doesn’t help that he continues to be the only thing in color. He hasn’t accepted you yet. It hurts, but you don’t give up on him.

It takes a month for him to start conversations. It takes him even longer to hold those conversations for more than a few seconds. At this point, he’s knows everything about you while he’s still a mystery. To be fair, he’s still a mystery to himself.

You introduce him to the internet. There he can research himself and Steve. He learns a lot, and you find him behind the screen more often than not.

Around the end of the second month, Bucky seems to be relaxing even more. He still has his nightmares, he still is trying to find himself, but at the same time, it’s like he knows he’s safe. He knows nothing can’t get to him while he’s here. Yet he still won’t let you in.

In an attempt to get him to accept you, you try to do more for him. The meals you cook get more complicated, and you try to be more romantic and supportive. He entertains you but still keeps his distance.

It isn’t until the fourth month you begin to lose hope. You’ve done everything you can to get him to accept you. You’ve given him space, you’ve set him free, you’ve protected him and supported him. You have given him clothes and home, yet still, you get nothing.

You sit on the front porch. You’re thinking through everything. You know, four months, in retrospect, isn’t that long. It’ll take years for Bucky to recover. You had just hoped that he would want you. He’s taken your help, but you wanted him to want you.

When he comes back from his midafternoon run, he pauses right before the porch. He can tell something is bothering you but hasn’t a clue what to do.

“Do you know what soulmates are?” You wonder. Bucky stares at you for a moment before slowly nodding his head. You get a bit frustrated. “Do you trust me?” He hesitates again but ultimately nods. “Do you not want me then?” You whisper. It’s subtle, but Bucky tenses. You read his posture wrong. “Alright,” You whisper, standing up.

“Wait,” He says, jumping up onto the porch. His hand grabs your wrist. You stop, look at his hand, and then up into his eyes. “You’re beautiful. You’re strong. You’re everything I could ever want,”

“Then why haven’t you accepted me?” You whisper. He sighs slowly. As if giving into a desire, he caresses your cheek with his hand.

“For decades, all I’ve known is fighting. I went from one to another. Before that, I never thought I’d see in color. Then you come out of nowhere and turn my world upside-down. As perfect as you are, that doesn’t change who I am. I’m haunted every day, and I know Hydra is hunting me. Just being here will endanger you, but I can’t find it in myself to leave. I don’t want to get to the point of no return. I don’t want you to get attached to me because one day I’ll have to leave, and I don’t know if I’ll come back,”

“That just won’t do for me,” You shake your head. “You see, Buck, I’m in this for life whether you accept me or not. If you leave, I’m just going to follow. Whether you go to Steve or Hydra or even Hell, I will follow you,” You tell him. “You distancing yourself is hurting us more than the potential of you leaving. I’m not going to let you go, Buck... You’ll realize that eventually.”

Things continued the same for a while as Bucky digested your words. Eventually, however, there was a change. It was a slow change, but it was progress nonetheless.

Bucky began to open up to you more. There were subtle touches and lingering gazes. He sat closer and spent more time with you. As the weeks passed, everything began to amplify. The subtle touches turned into handholding that eventually turned into cuddle sessions. The words exchanged turned into flirtatious whispers.

The day you could see everything in color was the day you pulled him into a kiss. You both were the happiest you’ve ever been. The kiss made you both feel as if you had been touch-starved. Neither of you could get enough of each other.

The kiss had started in the kitchen. You were making breakfast when everything turned from black and white to various vibrant colors. You whipped around to him. He had this lopsided grin on his face as he stared at you.

You marched up to him and kissed him without a second thought. He had been leaning on the wall the separated the kitchen from the living room, but he switched positions so that you were pressed between that wall and him.

“I love you,” Bucky whispers. You begin to smile even wider, your heart hammering in your chest. “You’re-”

“I love you too,” You whisper back to him before kissing him once more. Bucky smiles into the kiss and leans into you even more.

You breathe in deeply when he picks you up. He doesn’t hesitate to take you back to your room. The room he’s spent the last few nights cuddling you in. He lays you down on the bed with a tenderness that has your heart fluttering.

“I love you,” He whispers again. He would tell you that all night. He didn’t want to stop kissing you, stop touching, nor stop telling you how much you meant to him. You changed his world, and you became his world.

[abbyfmc]

Yandere Mentally ill! x Male Psychiatrist! Reader:

Author's note: This is another translation into English of a request that I have made in my wattpad book in Spanish. I emphasize again that English is not my first language and that I am using a translator.

Warning: Kidnapping, mention of murder and manipulation.

Postscript: the images are not mine but the Oc's are, except for (Y/n) man, since (Y/n) is a representation that writers can use in fanfics with free will and expression.

*(Y/n) PO.V*

I am a 30 year old psychiatrist. My name is (y/n) (y/ln) and I am dedicated to dealing with dangerous and aggressive patients in a professional, neutral and firm manner with everyone who steps in my office and that is why I am known as one of the best city ​​psychiatrists.

Or it was, until one particular day.

According to the secretary who is close to my office, a new patient has come to me and immediately she gives me the contacts of psychologists, lawyers and other personnel of authorities so that I could take this case of what is accused of a certain Miss Daria Luckman, daughter of Alfredo Luckman whom he murdered according to the girl in his defense, but let's see what happens.

--The patient is in the room 043, near the stairs on the third floor-- I nodded and said that it was fine after adding the patient data to my files where I have all my patients registered. According to the data of her psychological diagnosis, she has post-traumatic stress after the murder of her father.

--Very well, I'm going there, since when are you here?-- I Asked her.

--Just arrived a few minutes ago, it hasn't really been that long-- I nodded again after an "okay" and went straight to that room after the instructions, passing between corridors seeing some doctors and nurses trying to help other patients who were yelling anything or just arguing with other doctors, I don't know , I'm not sure and I'm not interested right now.

--Let's see…here it is-- I arrived at 043 and entered carefully, finding an albino girl like the famous Alfredo Luckman, with reddish eyes and super pale skin, wearing blue pajama pants, a white shirt and a straitjacket on top. He had a large number of bruises which I was told had been treated, mainly on his face and arms. I don't know why, but she sounds familiar to me from somewhere.

--Hello, good morning, you must be Daria Luckman, right?-- She looked at me and seemed unsure of me, which is common in my patients apart from aggressive patients, then she nodded.

--Well, I'm Mr. (y/n) (y/y), I'll be the psychiatrist who takes your case to trial-- I let him know that I will always treat him with all respect in all my consultations.

--Thank you very much, I hope so-- She answered trembling.

Miss Daria and I have made progress with what little we have. She has even told me that her father was a disaster with her, beating her and psychologically abusing her throughout her life, but that day she decided to defend herself and it went too far. I reviewed his testimony many times and it seemed very true. In one way or another, the stories of her father's physical and psychological abuse of her touched my heart.

--"So your father treated you that way and that's why you killed him, in self-defense, right?"-- She nods.

Not only that. But every day our relationship is deepening more and more, to the point that due to the loneliness that I am feeling in my life, I have felt more attracted to her, appealing both to my pity and to the needs that I have been having after that my wife Willow passed away a long time ago.

After the time that we have already been having our private sessions, we decided that it was time to turn this over to the authorities for judgment.

*Daria PO.V*

Ah… I finally found him.

I met him as a shy boy in college. He was studying his medical degree and I was studying business administration, so we rarely spoke except for the occasional "hello" or short conversations in the corridors, dining rooms and libraries where we had "casual" encounters. I had also been being pressured in the studies by my millionaire father who to tell the truth has never laid a finger on me. This was all a plan of mine.

I sent my servants to follow in his footsteps, finding out that years later he was married to a black-haired slut named Willow, so when she was alone, I had her killed and now she is left a widower entirely to me. However, my dad told me that I was a psychopath, that I was crazy and always tried to foil my plans, sometimes failing.

--You lost your mind because of that boy, I'll commit you right now!-- He had told me on his last day of life, and I, fed up and with everything planned, murdered him after causing myself bruises all over my body, mainly on my face, and then I myself called the authorities with the help of my bodyguard especially after having sex with him to convince and manipulate him.

I faked my behavior, the call to 911 announcing that my father hit me, my disorders, my testimonies and incidentally I threatened other servants to testify in my favor, I falsified evidence in detail thanks to a bribed lawyer, etc. What will I do if the judge doesn't eat my story? I have money to spare. The Luckmans are one of the richest families in the entire country.

And it's time to go to trial.

This is going to get more interesting.

--I find Miss Daria Luckman… INNOCENT!-- The judge yelled banging his gavel against his table after ending the trial and mentioning the final sentence, which made me feel very proud of my planned feat.

Again I pretended everything in front of the whole world. Judge, jury, lawyers, police officers, psychologist, my beloved psychiatrist (y/n), witnesses and other people. Needless to say, I bribed both my lawyer and the judge with money in order to win my trial.

I emerged victorious and fortunate from there.

Now my beloved (y/n) will be mine, since I also made him love me during our private sessions and I don't regret anything I did. So much so that I even began to "present improvements" that made me gradually leave the psychiatric hospital a few months later, where I began to harass him intensely thanks to my contacts.

--God, you're so cute (y/n). I can't wait for the day when I finally have you to myself-- I whispered watching him through one of the many photos I took of him. It's just a matter of time. When he's here with me, he won't have to worry about a thing, since I'll take care of everything and no one is going to take that away from me, not even the police that I'm capable of paying.

But something seemed to happen.

--Miss, your target is to uncover the truth from the police reports-- What?! How… oh well, that was to be expected. I replied to my bodyguard that it doesn't matter, that as long as he doesn't notice another and doesn't separate from me, it doesn't matter.

You will be mine and mine alone (y/n), and there is nothing you can do.

It was already very late and I had to kidnap him.

He was caught in his house after a hard day's work according to what my henchmen told me. He barely got out of bathing and putting on comfortable clothes when my servants came in, knocked him out, put him in the car and tied him up and then drove and brought him here.

--I should have known from the start that you were truly crazy…-- I didn't even let him finish and I kissed his lips while he was tied in the chair. My bodyguards kidnapped him while he was at his house, knocking him unconscious and oh my god he looks so adorable now because of how scared he is of me.

--Yes, I'm crazy, but for you, my dear love-- I sat on his lap, unbuttoning my shirt and revealing my breasts covered only by my bra.

--But I do not love you-- I snorted in disgust as I tried to kiss him after turning my face so many times until I had a hard grip on his chin.

--Well, what a pity, because you will love me until you die whether you like it or not-- Then I continued finally joining our lips.

-The End.

[bitacrytic]

5 things I think should have been done differently in The Devil Judge

I preface this by saying that this show has ruined me for all other kdramas. It will be a while before I watch another drama without thinking, "Nah, TDJ did it better." I'm that messed up about this show and it feels so good to know that I'm not the only one who can't stop thinking about. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

That being said, the title of this post shows that I will be expressing some misgivings about the show. So I will put it under a page cut to allow anyone who doesn't want to ruin their fun pass this post by.

(1) Lawyer Ko should have been a woman.

This show is a bl. (I take no arguments on this) Which means that our primary focus would be a relationship between two men. I understand that the film makers wanted to balance that out by making the only other main focus point a woman and so they made the villain a woman. But you see the problem with that is that she was destined to die anyway. So by removing the woman from the place of a love interest or main character, there was no hope to begin with. She was going to die.

I could understand that.

I could understand that Sunah liked to work with women, and there was a reason for that. But there was no reason why Yohan had to work exclusively with men and then recruit one little girl during the end of his plan who never even learned to defend herself. Han was literally frigded till the end and was eventually rescued by a man.

So what did we have as Yohan's final team up in the courthouse? Three guys standing around Min Jungho. When we could have had one bad ass Lady-lawyer Ko at Yohan's side. It would have been a nice balance, and it was a missed opportuinity to not even have one woman who actively fought on the side of light. (Jinjoo doesn't really count because she was kept in the dark too long)

(2) The show should have ended with Gaon and Yohan staring at eachother.

That walk away was cool and symbolic. But it would have been so much louder to just have them stand there till the music changed and the screen went still. 🤷🏿‍♀️

(3) Minister Cha shouldn't have committed suicide

This woman sacrificed her son for her career. I'm not saying loving him was out of character but killing herself was a bit defeatist. I would have loved it if someone else killed her. If Yohan and Gaon showed up to her office to find her dead on the floor because

Jaehee had killed her to cover up Sunah's involvement and stop the her from giving the files to anyone.

On the other hand, Sunah killing herself made sense. Because as a child, she chose to throw herself out a window, rather than admit that she'd been caught stealing.

By using the same, "get me a gun," and then, the shooting herself in the head, Sunah's suicide felt like a replay. It should have been the original. Minister Cha should have been murdered by someone else, and then they could have kept Sunah's death as a suicide.

(4) Episode 16 should have been Gaon's episode.

Yes, Yohan is a major planner and Gaon is a himbo. But are we saying that Gaon learned nothing from his time with Yohan? I'm glad he went berserk but his craze was overshadowed by the stunt Yohan pulled with the caucus in the live courtroom. And if they wanted Yohan to be the master planner, that would have been okay. But he just left Gaon in the dark. Not once, but two times.

Maybe he was mistrustful of Gaon, but he knew Gaon was going to kill himself and he waited till the last second to show up, when he could have told him what was going on. And then in the middle of all that, he physically threw Gaon out of the room again. *sigh* It's cute when they touch and all that, but everytime Yohan manhandles Gaon, I am reminded that they're on such uneven footing that it hurts me a little. Till the end, Gaon was just a pawn that Yohan moved about anyway he liked.

We can claim that Gaon changed Yohan and all that. But really, Yohan was the one who allowed himself to be changed. Anytime he wanted to shut that shit down he could have done it. It's very true to the Jesus/Judas form that Judas never had any power to make any choices to begin with. This was one thing I was uncomfortable about in their dynamic

(5) They should have made this show longer.

I don't think this even needs an explanation.