#i am seeing this at four in the morning and tomorrow i will wake not know if this was a dream

[theotherwesley]

hello emergency services? i've seen a jpg and require medical care

Has this been done yet?

[kiss-inthekitchen]

same sky | spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader

a late night phone call with Spencer. unruly amounts of fluff. no gender identifiers in this one. apologies to residents of las vegas, i did insult your city's aesthetics. i had to do it. for the plot

word count: 2k

notes: this is a rework of a very old fic i used to have up on ao3 by the same name. it's the second in a series of fics i've updated from my vault of oldies :) this one's for the girlies who liked the banter in no vacancy <3 oops! all banter

“I miss you,” you say into your cell phone, standing on the back porch and gazing out at the sky. It’s late, but you can’t sleep. Spencer has been gone on a case for the better part of a week, and you don’t sleep as well without him. 

“I miss you, too. But I’ll be home soon,” Spencer replies, keeping his voice low.  

“Is everyone else asleep?”

“Yeah. It’s been a long day.”

“Where are you right now?” Even though you aren’t in danger of waking anyone up, you find yourself mirroring Spencer's tone. 

“Best guess, somewhere over New Mexico.” They’ve been in the air about an hour, and given their trajectory, he’s pretty sure he’s right. Spencer is seated at the edge of the couch, his back against the arm of it and a blanket thrown over his legs, barely covering his mismatching-socked feet. 

“How come you’re still up?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” he says. Somehow, he can feel you smiling across the line. It makes him smile, too. He doesn’t ask why you’re awake when it’s even later where you are; he knows already. "What are you doing?”

“Looking up at the stars.”

“You know, you won’t be able to see me up here.”

“Ha ha.”

“Here, I’ll open the shade on the plane window. At least we can share the same view.”

“Hm. Almost like we’re together,” you hum. 

His heart aches. It’s only been a few days and he still can’t stand it. “Almost.”

For a minute, neither of you speak, looking out at the sky from two different time zones.

“When I wake up tomorrow morning, you’ll be here, right?” 

“Mmhm. Maybe even before that,” he responds, a low, soothing hum in your ear.

“Should I stay up until you get here?” you already know what he'll say, but you kinda like the idea of it anyway.

“No, no, it’s at least another four hours. Don’t worry about it. When you wake up, I’ll be there.”

“Sounds good. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You’d intended to let him go after just a quick call once you realized that the rest of the team were resting not too far from him, but you don’t want to hang up. He doesn’t make any moves to do so either, wanting to hear your voice as much as you want to hear his. “So, how was Tucson?”

“Oh, you know. Hot. Desert-y. Lots of murder.”

“Less murder now.” 

“Yeah.” 

His voice sounds strained. He doesn’t like indulging in a sense of accomplishment after closing a case, doesn’t ever feel like he’s done enough. He shows up too late and does too little, and then he gets to leave while the families of the victims have to pick up the pieces. You understand why he doesn’t like to think about the work that way, but you’ve tried to remind him that the good he does is incalculable; how many lives saved, how many tragedies avoided. It’s all you can do. 

You pivot a little, not wanting him to get too caught up. “I remember, when I first moved to Virginia, I was so shocked at how green everything was. I swore I’d never seen that much green in my life.”

“I had a similar experience,” he says, fondly, aware of your tactics. 

“Oh, I can only imagine. I’ve been to Vegas. It’s icky.”

“Icky?” he asks, laughing at your word choice. 

“I mean, no offense, but… it’s kinda ugly.”

“Wow, okay, insult my hometown, why don’t you.”

You laugh. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re right.”

“I know,” you sigh. “Always am.”

“Well, statistically, you actually have a seventy-two percent chance of being right, which is still impressive, but hardly a flawless track record.”

“Spencer Reid coming in hot with the stats. I love when you talk numbers to me.” 

“I don’t think we’d have gotten very far if you didn’t.” 

“But I think I should be right more often than that.” 

“Are you asking me to fudge the numbers?” he asks with put-upon shock. 

“I’m just saying, maybe you’ve got it wrong.” 

“Oh, so you dare to challenge the accuracy of my eidetic memory? Or is it the statistics that you think I’ve calculated incorrectly?” 

“This is affecting my score, isn’t it?” 

“I’ll have to factor it in. You understand.” 

You giggle, and Spencer starts to feel some warmth come back into him after too many days of stress, doubt, and destruction. He hadn’t been able to talk to you nearly as much as he wanted. And it was hard to talk to you on certain cases, to allow you to make him feel lighter when reality was so dark. When he felt so much weight on his shoulders, when he should be focusing on the profile and apprehending the unsub and… sometimes he just didn’t feel like he deserved to have that weight lifted by you, even for a little while. 

“Spence?” 

“Will you go inside?” he asks, his tone full of something like reverence for you. “Please?”

“If you insist,” you sigh, already opening the door. 

“I do. I do insist, very forcefully.” 

“I’m already inside with the door locked.” 

“Man, I’m good.” 

“Mmhm.”

“Going to bed?”

“Yeah. Will you talk to me for a few more minutes?” you ask, sliding under the covers. Spencer hears the slip of fabric as you pull them up over your shoulders, and it sharpens the ache he feels to be home with you already. 

“I’ll talk to you for the rest of the night, if you want me to.” 

“No, I don’t wanna keep you awake, too.” 

“I probably won’t get much sleep regardless.” 

“I don’t condone that,” you say, your frown evident in your voice. 

“Noted,” he replies, though he sounds apologetic. 

Four hours feels an eternity too long to wait. You miss Spencer, and you hate how tired he sounds. You want to fix things for him. You want to run your fingers through his hair til he falls asleep and you want to make sure his dreams are peaceful when he does. 

“What do you wanna do when you’re back?” you ask, hoping that planning for it will make the time go faster. 

“Oh, I’m taking a shower and getting right into bed. And you can’t make me get up.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I’m serious. Don’t ask me to do a single other thing cause I won’t do it.” 

You laugh. “For the whole day?” 

“Probably. And you better not go anywhere either. We could both use the rest.” 

“Okay, rest day all day.” 

“We can order Thai though. So we’ll get up for that. But even then, it’s just to sit on the couch.” 

“Maybe the floor.” 

“I will also accept floor,” he concedes, and then it occurs to him that you might’ve been asking because you want to do something with him. “Is there something you wanted to do the next day though?” 

“Well... the saucer magnolias are blooming at the Smithsonian again.” 

“Say no more.” 

You sigh wistfully. “You’re my favorite boyfriend I’ve ever had.” 

“Well, I should hope so,” he says, smiling. “You’re my favorite, too.” 

“Aren’t I the only partner you’ve ever had?” 

“Ha ha. I had a girlfriend in college.” 

“Spencer, you were like sixteen in college.”

“I wasn’t sixteen the entire time,” you hear the eye roll in his voice, “I have three PhD’s, it took me a little while.” 

“Well, who is this girl? Do I need to beat her up?” you joke. 

“No,” he laughs. “You are my favorite, after all. She wasn’t very nice to me.” 

“Okay… so you told me not to beat her up but then gave a reason why I should?” 

“Please don’t beat up my ex-girlfriend. I do appreciate your violent impulses though.” 

“Mm, okay. As long as you know I could.” 

“Sure, angel. You’re very scary,” he placates. 

You let out a little gremlin laugh. 

“Oh, and you’re delirious,” he notes, an amused lilt to his tone. 

“Delirious because I miss you,” you sing, dragging out the ‘you’. 

“God, where did I even find a weirdo like you,” Spencer laughs. 

“I found you. You attracted me with your peculiar aura and soulful eyes. Trapped me in your… fucking what’s-it-called. Tractor beam.” 

“You know, the term tractor beam was actually coined by science fiction author E.E. Smith in 1931 as an updated version of his original term ‘attractor beam.’” 

“Hmm, yup. You caught me in that.” 

“Did you call my eyes soulful?” he asks, seemingly just processing that part. 

“Oh, you don’t like my adjective choice? Next you’ll have a problem with me calling your aura peculiar.” 

“I mean… I don’t know that I loved it.” 

“Here he goes fishing for compliments,” you sigh, rolling over to your other side and creating a bunch of shuffling noise on the line. Spencer wrinkles his nose, holding the phone a little farther from his ear until he hears you speaking again. “Okay, your eyes are big and brown and beautiful and they contain a standard unremarkable amount of soul, and your aura is also really regular. Regular Reid, that’s what they call ya.” 

He’s frowning, you can practically see it, but he’s also fighting off an amused smile. “Well, that one started off nice, at least.” 

“God! You’re so difficult. My boyfriend is sooo difficult. Why don’t you come home to me first and then I’ll come up with some more adequate compliments?” 

“I’m going to hold you to that.” 

The two of you talk for a little while longer, with you telling Spencer about the new coffee shop you’d tried out and how their lavender latte actually tastes like lavender, which is basically unheard of. Spencer tells you about the standoff between him and an all too curious roadrunner that he swears was trying to get into his motel room. Calling it a standoff is generous; the man got bullied by a bird. 

You try not to laugh and end up unsuccessful, with Spencer insisting that you were taking sides and he was well and truly in danger, which only makes it funnier. His voice pitches up even as he tries to keep his volume low, and you argue that his energy is just so attractive that even the local wildlife are drawn to him. 

“Don’t start,” he warns, overwhelming fondness in his voice. 

You make Spencer tell you something boring to calm yourself down from the image you’ve conjured of him being chased by a roadrunner, which, in your exhausted state, is even funnier than it should be. He claims to regret confiding in you with this, but he knows he’d do it again just to hear you laugh. 

Instead of telling you something boring, he recites some of the poems he’s memorized over the years. It works the way you’d intended, and you regret it when you have to stop him to tell him you’re falling asleep. He’s just a little smug about it. 

“So, you’ll be home in four hours?” you ask, the start of your goodbyes. 

“More like three now.”

“We made time go faster.” 

“We did.” 

“Will you try to get some sleep?”

“Fine. Only because you asked.”

You hum, victorious. “Goodnight. I love you.” 

“And I love you.” 

Hours later, just as the sun is beginning to change the hue of the sky from deep navy to a hazy cerulean glow, you feel your mattress shift underneath you. You’re barely awake, but still you register the scent of Spencer’s shower gel, fresh and sort of woodsy. 

Half asleep, you shift to accommodate him, and he slips an arm around you as you lay your head on his chest. You wrap an arm around his torso and throw your leg over his hips, as close as you can possibly get without literally being on top of him. 

You sigh, deep and relieved, and Spencer’s heart stutters. 

“I missed this,” he chuckles, resting his cheek against the top of your head and wrapping his arms tighter around you. You just hum in response, the last of your energy before you’re pulled back under. Within minutes, Spencer is asleep too, and the two of you sleep through sunrise and into the afternoon. 

[luveline]

is there any way we could get badass!reader x spencer? except he’s injured this time? how does she react?

tysm ♡ cw hospital / gunshot wounds. 1.1k

"You have to let me see him." 

"It's family only," the nurse says, shrugging sympathetically. 

You grit your teeth. "That's what I'm telling you, I am his family. We've been together for four months." 

"Sorry. Unless you're blood related or his next of kin, I can't let you." 

"Spencer's next of kin is in a sanitarium in Las Vegas. I don't understand why you can't let me see him." You're trying not to shout at her, rage trembling in your aching fingers. "I understand that it's night time, and that he was admitted alone, but he was shot, he's not sick, and I can't make him worse. Please. You have to let me see him." 

When begging doesn't work, you get mean. You'd be ashamed to admit you flashed your badge if it weren't for the fact that you have no shame when it comes to Spencer. Face flushed with heat from a good twenty minutes yelling, a different nurse escorts you to Spencer's room. 

"I expect my colleagues will be arriving soon," you say. "And I expect they'll be met with less resistance." 

The nurse smiles at you, as fake as they come, but you don't deserve a real one. You don't care. Breaking rules and bending policies means nothing to you while Spencer's laying alone in a hospital bed. 

His heart monitor beeps steadily. He's sleeping, waxy face crushed sideways into a limp pillow, his stomach a lump under the sheets where he's been wrapped. He was alone when it happened —no one, BAU or otherwise, knows who did it or why. The hospital didn't know who Spencer was until he woke up after surgery and told them himself. 

And you'd been sitting at home feeling sorry for yourself (and vaguely irritated) because he didn't answer your text that morning. 

It's not hard being vulnerable with Spencer. He's your widely known soft spot, and you're unashamed. But it felt like a mistake, constantly checking to see if he'd answered your text. Good morning, I know we're supposed to see each other tomorrow but do you want to come over and watch movies tonight? Let me know had felt like I'm pathetic and in love with you and my day revolves around when you're free.

None of that matters now. In fact, it's all embarrassingly small. 

You creep up beside his bed and reach out tentatively. His hair falls out of his face with the barest of touches. He's had blood wiped poorly from his cheek, orangey streaks lining his jaw. His undereyes are dark like he hasn't eaten for days, his veins spider legs stark against his eyelids. 

You put your hand on his cheek, rubbing it lightly. "I'm sorry it took me so long," you say, leaning down to kiss his forehead.  

Spencer stirs, a groan rumbling from the centre of his chest. 

"I thought that was you," he mumbles, his fingers brushing your elbow. 

"When?" you ask. 

"You were yelling." 

Yeah, well. You need to be disruptive sometimes. "They wouldn't let me in." You're not a big crier, just seeing him like this, knowing he was alone and probably scared, it has tears pricking. "Spencer, I'm so sorry." 

"Hey." He clears his throat, your emotion starting him into wakefulness. "Hey, don't get upset. It's okay. It bounced off of me–" You groan and he laughs, though he grabs your elbow quickly after. "Ouch. Don't make me laugh." 

"I didn't say anything." You pet his face. He looks pretty even when he's in a bad way. Your chest is a pit. 

"It barely touched me. They said my feminine hips saved my life." 

"Stop trying to make me laugh," you say pleadingly. 

Spencer holds your gaze. "Stop looking so sad and I'll stop."

"Are you hurting?" you ask. You know you sound awful, a scared tone that he's never heard from you before, and you try to tamp it down as a lone tear breaks free, streaking down your cheek. "How's your pain? I can make them give you more–" 

"I know you can. I'm fine now you're here." 

You lean down to kiss the tip of his pert nose. Careful, you kiss his lips, enthused when he kisses up. "I'll take care of everything," you promise. 

The door opens behind you. You give Spencer a last squeeze and find Emily in the entrance with a bag pressed to her chest, her hair windblown, shocked with worry. 

"Spencer," she says, rushing forward to hug him. 

He's in a hospital bed and still insists on comforting her as he'd done you, arms threaded over her shoulders. "Hey. I'm fine." 

"Morgan and Garcia want to be here," she assures him, standing straight. "They're trying to keep the site clean. Spencer, what the hell happened?" 

You drag a chair to his bed and sit on his right. You don't take his hand, he doesn't offer it, but the longer his story goes, the closer you find yourself. "I didn't even realise they were following me," he's saying. Emily nods with Hotch on the phone, listening intently, repeating anything Hotch misses. 

You know you should be strong. Brave. You should be paying attention to his every word, ready to take the rains and solve the case, serve retribution against whoever it is that thought they could hurt him, but Spencer looks so tired. You can't imagine being anywhere that isn't his side right now. A blood bag fills at his side, a catheter runs under the bed, an IV line feeding pain medication and fluids into him mottled the skin on the inside of his wrist with bruise. Sometimes you have to stay put.  

Emily hugs you before she leaves. You hug back. 

"If I knew getting hurt would make you accept love from your friends, I would've done it sooner," Spencer says. 

"If you ever get hurt like this again, I'll never speak to you," you say, bringing his arm to your lips and pressing a kiss to the crook of his elbow. 

"Sorry for scaring you." 

You lay your cheek on his arm, looking up at him through your eyelashes. "That's okay. That's fine. Wasn't your fault." 

Spencer drops his chin to his chest. "Do I look bad from this angle?" 

"No. You look just as nice as you always do." Your throat burns with sincerity. You might cry again. 

Spencer nods like he's reading something else from what you've said. It's not that you'd meant to imply a double meaning, but he must see on your face how relieved you are, and how terrified you'd been. He brings his hand to your face, ignoring his cannula, to wipe the dried tears from your lashes. "You look pretty, too," he says. "Just don't cry anymore." 

[babyboydaniel]

Knock, Knock (M) | Part 3

Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader | Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lando really needs to learn how to knock.

Smut, Fluff | Warnings: 18+, Semi-Public, Masturbation, Oral (male receiving) | Word Count: 2.8K

It was Friday, which meant free practice for all the drivers. You were excited to be able to see some action, even if it was just the teams running their programs. Not to mention getting the privilege to watch your boyfriend in action, wearing his undeniable mouth-watering race suit with skin-tight fireproofs underneath.  

Your morning started with an innocent enough make-out session with Daniel before he suggested that you shower together to “save time.” Because somehow you were running late again. Daniel kept his hands to himself, well mostly to himself. 

After hopping out of the shower, the two of you got ready in record time, yelling at him that tomorrow you had to wake up earlier since you cannot live your life like that. All Daniel did was laugh in response while running some product through his hair to make it extra curly. Tempting you to just run your hands through it and ruin it. But, unfortunately, there was no time for that. 

The ride to the track was quick enough; before you knew it, you were walking hand in hand through the entrance. Scanning your badges as you made your way under the archway. Daniel smiled and waved to anyone calling his name. Shaking hands with those who came up to greet him. It made you smile, being able to watch the one you love be so loved.

It was not until after you reached his driver’s room that the thought of a potentially rogue Lando Norris flickered through your mind. With your hectic morning, the only thing that you focused on was getting out of the door and to the track. Now that you were there, you could not help but think about Lando and the antics he caused the day before. You hoped that you were not going to see a lot of him.

After setting your stuff down, Daniel suggested getting something to eat from hospitality since neither of you had eaten yet. Your stomach grumbled at the thought and that was answer enough for him. His warm, calloused hand returned to yours as you made your way back through the hallways that you had yet to familiarize yourself with.

As you waited in line for your food, you heard someone call out to Daniel behind you.

“Oy, how are the lovebirds?” Lando asked as he approached the both of you, reaching out to do one of those bro hugs with Daniel while offering you a tiny smile and a wave of his hand.

Daniel laughed as he wrapped an arm around your waist, attaching you to his side, “We are doing just peachy this morning. How are you?”

Lando quickly glanced at you before returning his attention to Daniel, “Same, though I woke in my bed alone, so it could only be so good,” he joked.

“I guess you could say I am lucky in that department,” Daniel chuckled while pressing a kiss to your head.

“I guess you are,” Lando responded, his eyes on you again.

“Are you grabbing something to eat? If so, you can join us at a table,” Daniel offered.

Lando looked as if he was debating something before agreeing to have breakfast with you guys. You grabbed your meals and headed to an open table. Lando followed closely behind. The chosen table sat four, a chair on each side. You plopped down next to Daniel, hoping that Lando would make the smart decision and sit on his opposite side, but of course, he did not. He chose to sit next to you. Flashing you a shit-eating grin as he subtly scooted his chair as close to you as possible.

“So,” Lando started, looking at you, “what are you most excited about today?”

As much as you did not want to interact with him, Lando was Daniel’s teammate and friend and you had to make an effort. So, with a smile, you responded, “Seeing the cars actually out on the track. I am so used to watching it on TV. I am sure it is much more magical in person.”

Lando nodded, pleased with your answer, “Just wait until the race. It is next-level.”

“I know. I cannot wait. Also, being able to experience what Daniel does every weekend he is away from me will be special.”

“Aww,” Daniel interjected, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek, leaving an obvious wet mark.

“Eww,” Lando giggled, “you guys are too cute.”

Though Lando joined in on the fun, you could tell that something was simmering beneath the surface as he looked at the both of you. Was it jealousy? Lust? Whatever it was made you feel hot, radiating just beneath your skin. Remembering how Lando’s hands felt on you, how hard he was for you, the way his mouth felt around your fingers. Lando’s gaze fell on you, an amused smirk on his lips like he could tell that he affected you.

As you chatted, you slowly began to enjoy yourself. Lando was not so insufferable when Daniel was around. You could understand why Daniel liked him so much. 

During a truly riveting conversation about flying squirrels, someone called Daniel over to talk to them. With an apology and a promise to be right back, Daniel left you with Lando. 

The moment Daniel was out of hearing range, Lando opened his mouth. 

“Lucky me,” he whispered, “I got you all to myself.”

“Lando, I suggest you give up on whatever game you are playing. I am taken so you might as well save it for someone who will go for you.”

“See, that is where you are wrong,” Lando leaned in closer, his hand finding its place on your bare thigh, “I can see the way you react, that you are still thinking about yesterday.”

You shook your head as he began drawing random shapes on your leg. Teasingly moving higher and higher until his fingers dipped under the hem of your dress. If you were hot before, you were on fire now.

“Believe me, sweetheart, I couldn’t stop thinking about it last night either. While I came all over myself. Calling out your name,” his eyes sparkled, telling you as if you were discussing the weather.

You whimpered as you avoided eye contact with Daniel’s teammate. You were absolutely fucked. Lando’s fingers found their place along the edge of your underwear, almost close enough to where you wanted him. As if they had a mind of your own, your legs opened further. Directing him to run a finger along your dripping pussy.

 “Look at me, sweetheart,” Lando whispered. 

Against your mind's wishes, you did. The strong desperate look of desire overflowed from Lando’s eyes. It made you shiver. 

Before you could respond, Daniel reappeared.

“Whatcha guys whispering about?” he hushed as he returned to his seat next to you, placing his hand on your other thigh and squeezing it. Lando’s hand quickly disappeared from the other, and you felt like you could breathe again.

“I was just telling her about some embarrassing stories about you,” Lando teased with a cough.

Daniel groaned, “Aw, come on, mate.”

The rest of the conversation went on like that. Daniel and Lando went back and forth while you sat there quietly. Picking at your meal until you had finished, and only interjecting when spoken directly to. Soon the three of you made your way back to their driver's rooms. Lando disappeared into his room with a wave, and you and Daniel walked through the next door over. 

The remainder of the morning was just as busy with them needing to do more media and a briefing, and then Daniel did a quick workout followed by a stretching routine. Not wanting to sit in the room all day, you followed Daniel around when you could, watching as he charmed every person he encountered. You could not be luckier. 

Before you knew it, it was time for free practice. You and Daniel made your way down to the garage, where you had the privilege to watch from there. Daniel led you around and introduced you to any people he previously missed. You were buzzing with excitement, and you could tell how much joy Daniel got from sharing this part of his life with you. 

When Daniel got deep into a conversation with one of his engineers, you realized that you left your phone back in his room. You informed him that you were going back to get it. He shot you a smile and a thumbs up to confirm he heard you. 

As you walked down the hallway, almost to the room, you heard a noise. You stopped trying to figure out where it had come from when it happened again. Was that a moan? You thought. Then you heard it again, this time a little louder. Definitely a moan. 

Your head whipped to the right and noticed that Lando’s door was slightly ajar. Not enough that it was immediately noticeable but when you did you got a clear view into the small room. 

There lying on the couch was Lando, completely dressed in his fireproofs and race suit, which was hanging around his hips, but his fingers were wrapped around his cock. He was beautiful, girthy, and long, the tip flushed and leaking. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open, moaning every time his hands ran over the tip of his dick. The obscene sound of him getting off made you hot. Your mouth watered at the thought of how it would feel to wrap your lips around him. Forcing him down your throat while his big hands gripped your hair. Fucking into your mouth until he was whining and pink, as he looked down at you taking him all in. Those erotic blue eyes staring back at you, telling you how much of a good girl you were, and you took his cock so well. 

You stood there for what seemed like forever, fantasizing, and you could tell that he was getting close. His hips bucked up into his hand while the other was shoved in his mouth so he would not make so much noise. Precum was leaking out of him like a faucet. It was a sight to see. 

You were pressing your thighs together, trying to dull the ache. Losing your balance as you did so. While you attempted to correct yourself, your hands braced against the door pushing it open that much more. 

Lando’s eyes flew open as he heard the movement. The moment he locked eyes on you. He was cumming all over his fist, in hot spurts. His fireproof top was covered in his own release, which he would no doubt have to change. The desire to lick his cum from his chest was almost too strong not to give into. You wanted him in ways you couldn’t understand. 

The look Lando gave you was intense causing your unsteady knees to buckle. But he looked pleased. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, how the tables have turned,” Lando joked, his voice thick from his orgasm. 

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out. So, you snapped it shut and quickly turned to leave, shutting the door completely before grabbing your phone in haste. 

Luckily, you made your way back to the garage without running into Lando. That was something that you do not think you could’ve handled at that moment. 

Daniel was still standing hunched over a monitor with some strategists, so you hung back and observed. Watching the way he gestured with his hands to emphasize a serious point, or the furrow of his brow when debating the pros and cons of a particular setup. You couldn’t get over the love you had for him and the guilt that was brewing in your stomach about how much you wanted Lando. 

As you were making heart eyes at Daniel, you felt someone come up behind you. Their fingertips trailed down your spine until their hand came to rest on your lower back. Their warm breath fell over the back of your neck causing your hair to stand on end. 

He was too close. Far too close but you couldn’t help but to lean into his touch. 

“I am lucky it was you who walked by,” Lando stated cheekily.  

You blushed just thinking about the recent memory, trying to ignore the man behind you and the feeling of his hands on your body. 

“Maybe you will think about me while Daniel is fucking into you later tonight. Calling out my name instead of his as you come. I am sure he would love that,” Lando taunted when you did not respond. His voice inching ever closer to your ear. 

You ignored him once again, but your body was a traitor. Your mouth opened as your breathing increased and the hold on your phone tightened. 

“Sweetheart, you can try to deny that you feel anything, but I can see how your body reacts. You want me just as much as I want you.”

Then in the middle of the crowded room and with your boyfriend only a couple of feet away, Lando licked down the shell of your ear before giving it a nip. You yelped, though it sounded more like a moan in your ears. Thankfully, no one heard over the wheel guns going off. 

At that moment, you turned to look at Lando completely. Moving away from his warmth so you have a moment to think straight. 

“Lando, I am with Daniel. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. So give it a rest,” you sighed, trying to regain some sort of control. Because being around Lando makes it feel like you might slip at any moment. 

Lando smirked, “Daniel can join us if he wants.”

Before you could respond someone from Lando’s side of the garage was calling him over. He looked annoyed but left without a glance back. 

You stood there for a couple of minutes before Daniel made his way over to you, that beautiful smile on his lips. He took you into his arms when he got close enough, your hands resting on his chest. 

“I saw Lando talking to you. I am glad that you two seem to be getting along.”

“Yeah, he is nice,” you responded, as if trying to convince yourself but doing a poor job of it. 

Daniel gave you a questioning look but did not ask any further questions. 

Then he was called over since free practice was about to start. With a grin, he pressed a kiss to your lips and made his way over to his car. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur, between all the technical jargon that you tried your hardest to understand, and attempting to understand the top-secret run plans. But, it was overall unbelievably enjoyable. 

Luckily, you did not have to interact with Lando for the rest of the day. He was too focused on his job, rightfully so. But that did not stop him from glancing over at you any chance he got. 

Once Daniel was done with all his duties, you gathered all your belongings and said goodbye to everyone on your way out. 

Being the sweet boyfriend that he is, Daniel had organized for you two to have dinner at a local spot, something away from the crowds with a homey feel. The hostess directed you to a small table secluded from the rest of the patrons. Giving you and Daniel enough privacy to enjoy each other's company without the fear of people listening in. 

“I am so glad you have been enjoying the race weekend so far,” Daniel said once the food and drinks were ordered, grabbing your hand in the process. 

His honey eyes were so open and loving as he stared at you. 

“Me too. I am beyond happy that I have had the time to do this, and I will need to plan to come to another one sooner rather than later.”

Daniel smiled, “Really?”

You nodded, “Of course, I feel closer to you when I am here.”

Daniel beamed and leaned over the table to kiss you. His warm hand came to rest on your jaw in the most tender way. The kiss was filled with an overwhelming amount of love. It took your breath away.

The rest of dinner passed with Daniel and you in your own little bubble. Loving touches and delicate kisses were in abundance. The food was delicious, the wine was flowing, and the company was the highlight of it all. You loved nothing more than spending time with Daniel. 

Towards the end of the dinner, Daniel and you were sharing a chocolate mousse. He looked deep into your eyes and casually asked, “So, what’s up with you and Lando?”

Your mouth dried, and your heart accelerated. 

“What do you mean?” you stammered, focused on the dessert in front of you. 

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Daniel challenged softly, his expression neutral.

It was at that moment that you had an out, a chance to be open about what has been going on. You knew you were going to have to tell him eventually. But, if you were being honest, you were enjoying this game with Lando a little too much, and you were not sure if you were ready for it to end. Fuck, you thought. 

Part 2 | Part 4

[burn-before-reading]

here when you get back

Joost Klein x reader

His job has him away from you most day, but that makes the time you have together all the more precious

word count: 500ish

a/n: im procrastinating a bunch of things rn. more joost content for yall. short bit of fluff.

RPF BELOW. dont read if uncomfy thanks

Its more often than not he finds himself coming home in the dead of night. After a long day performing and meeting people, he wanted nothing more than to come home to you.

Opening the front door and walking to the kitchen he sees the remains of a late night snack you had prepared yourself. Dirty dishes and bowls left over from making cookies, and said cookies piled up on a decorative plate in the center of the kitchen island. A old cup of tea drunk and left to grow cold next to the plate. Crumbs on the counter the only other trace of your feast.

Joost scoops the crumbs up and into the trash before taking a bite of your work himself. The chocolate chips melt in his mouth and he sighs, enjoying the home baked good. he enjoyed his treat, but now wanted to give his compliments to the chef he goes to look for you.

It was already late, so your obvious whereabouts were going to be the bed you two shared. most likely snuggled up with a moomin plush he bought for your birthday the year before.

The door creaks open to the bedroom and the light from the hallway perfectly illuminates the soft rise and fall of the blanket from your sleeping form. his feet quietly pad into the room as he does his best to get ready for bed without waking you, but you are eventually disturbed by the dip in the bed and your eyes open.

“morning,” you yawn. He chuckles and leans down to kiss your forehead. Looking to his side of the bed, he smiled when he sees the moomin not in your arms, but placed delicately under the covers, head resting on what is supposed to be his pillow.

He moves the plush to his nighstand.

“its four am, sorry to wake you. go back to sleep lieverd..” he whispers and you nod. Raising your arm up to open the blanket and he climb in. He scoops you up in his embrace and you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, satisfied with your new position. His hands found their way to your waist and under your t-shirt, where he gently rubbed the small of your back with his thumb. the other playing with the waistband of your pajamas, but neither of really having the energy of taking things further.

“Joost,” you mumble into his chest, causing him to hum in reply, “ How long are you back..?”

“mmm, only tomorrow. I leave the day after for Berlin.”

“I wish I could come with you… or you stay here..” You squish closer to him and he squeezes you in reply.

“Oh Lieverd… last trip for a while, I promise. I miss seeing you every morning.” he tilts to kiss your forehead again and leaves his lips there, like if he pulled away he would miss his chance to be this close to you again.

“promise..” eyes closed still and drifting off once again, the last thing you heard from him was his soft laugh. the rise and fall of his chest lulling you back to sleep.

[papaya-queen]

Teenage Dirtbag babyy !! - F2/3/F1 academy grid

my first smau - please be kind I’m new with the tools

Y/N x Paul Aron - Ollie Bearman x Andrea Kimi Antonelli - Abbi Pulling x Doriane Pin

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Later - 3 am

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Yourusername I’m just a teenage dirtbag babyyy

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User1 young drivers on social media are a blessing

User2 WAIT IS THAT OLLIE AND KIMI ?!!

            User3 AND DORIANE AND ABBI ?!!

maxverstappen1 stop posting on social media and answer our calls

User4 oh to be a part of that friend group …

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Racerbia never let Y/N plan the hangout

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User6 AFTER BEARNELLI AND PINING WE GOT PAULY/N ?!!!

Arvid.lindblad actually the best hangout of my life

            Yourusername finally who someone likes my hangout plan

            Landonorris wait until tomorrow morning

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The next day

Sunlight was already picking through the curtains when Y/N woke up. Her head was hurting, like someone was hitting it from inside. She tried to get herself up, but some weight was keeping her pinned against the mattress. She turned her head and saw a blond head she knew too well. Sure, her and Paul were big on physical touch but sleeping like this never happened. She carefully shifted to see the room without letting go of Paul’s embrace.

Y/N observed the room and the people in it. She could recognize Kimi and Ollie on the couch opposed to her, the older spooning the other. She had a moment of confusion, but she knew Kimi and Ollie had always been big on PDA even as friends. She kept looking around, checking if all her friends did make it back to the apartment. Arvid, Dino, Maya and Bianca were all sleeping on the floor with some blanket resting on them. And on the armchair, you could find Abbi and Doriane literally glued to each other, managing to fit in the tight chair. Y/N tried to get up to go eat something but all the moving and shifting in Paul’s arm woke him up.

“Hi princess!” he said with the sleepiest voice ever.

“Hi baby!” she responded, hugging him tighter.

Then she got up, after spending a few minutes convincing Paul to let her go. Y/N walked to the kitchen, open the door and faced Charles, Max, Oscar and Lewis. She brutally closed the door before reopening it. “Good morning, everybody!”

“Good afternoon actually!” Charles pointing the clock on the wall. He was right, it was indeed way past noon. 3pm actually.

“So, what’s the reason for the visit?” said Y/N trying to act cool in front of her 4 grid-dad.

“Humm…You don’t remember last night, do you?” Oscar asked.

“Euuh no …?” She responded.

“Well, we have a little explanation to do when everyone wakes up” Oscar sighed.

Max stood up and entered the living room to shout, “EVERYONE WAKES UP NOW!” The mass of teen made a groaning sound, some of them complaining about their head. There was also some confusion like Abbi and Dorianne who were looking at each other, not understanding the how and why they were like this. Same for Kimi and Ollie. After a couple minutes, the other older driver entered the room and told everyone to sit and listen to them.

“You kids are fucking mental; you should definitely know that! Before we start scolding each of you, do you actually remember what happened yesterday?” Charles was endorsing his role as the principal grid-dad of those kids.

“I remember that we met up here, we drank maybe one or two beers then we went to the bar.” said Kimi, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes, and Y/N picked up a worksite cone and put it on her head.” Gaby completed.

“I remember something about Ollie and Kimi, and Abbi and Dorianne, like they kissed or something like that” Arvid said earning some weird looks from the four.

Bianca finished their story and added “I remember Y/N got stuck on a tree, we called Oscar to help but Paul got her back before he arrived.”

“Well we have a base to work on” Max said pinching the bridge of his nose.

“It’s actually not that bad, I thought they would black out like completely.” said Lewis.

“So kids, you all got wasted at the bar and started doing random shit, like sitting on rooftops, stealing shopping carts, scooters and you also did some private things, you should check your insta especially Bianca and Y/N” Charles resumed the whole night and let all the teens check on their insta and realized all the things they did while he decided with the others grid-dads to post something to try to peace the situation.

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well that's it ! I'm kinda proud of this, i hope you're gonna love this as much as me ! byye :)

[spenciss]

no other heart *ೃ༄ gn!reader x spencer reid

in which, spencer has a jealousy streak

the day after tomorrow, is yours and spencer’s four-year anniversary. the realization makes you reminisce; prior to dating, you always knew who he was—the cute smart boy who’s a year younger than you, but was already graduating with a handful of doctorates come spring.

you think about how you both went through an awkward more-than-friends-but-not-dating phase that lasted a little over a year, but ended the day he completed his fbi training—when you forced him to celebrate with you and he confessed with a flush on his cheeks, from alcohol or pure nervousness, you’re not sure, but that night, he told you he’d like to stay by your side.

from then, it was a dream. three and three fourths of a year that you should’ve known was too good to be true.

because your four-year anniversary was tomorrow, but for the past month and a half, you and spencer have been avoiding each other as if life depended on it.

you’re not proud of it, spencer definitely isn’t either. but you’re both people who are afraid and extremely unsure of the next step you’re both meant to take.

your friends say break up, you don’t even know if his friends know you exist.

but you decide to make it tomorrow’s problem, because tonight, you’re going to dinner with your best friend.

and you’re going to enjoy it.

that was the mindset you had coming into the restaurant, obviously not knowing that spencer and his team were planning to enjoy their evening there too.

“do i look at him?” you whisper, panicking to your best friend, “am i even allowed to look at him?”

“that fact you’re asking that question is, yet again, another reason to leave him.” she says matter-of-factly. “but that girl sitting beside him is the hottest eye candy i’ve seen. ever—don’t worry, i think she’s into girls.”

“i wasn’t—”

“yes, you were jealous. don’t even.”

you can’t even argue back because the host announces your table is ready, and you both trail behind them. you manage a glance at spencer, meeting his gaze.

you manage a smile, a little wobbly and unsure, and he reciprocates with an awkward little grin with raised eyebrows.

the host seats you a few tables away from him. close enough to the point where it’s kind of awkward, but far enough that he can’t hear any conversation.

you decide to sit with your back facing him.

the next morning, you wake up to a text.

spencer<3: I have a case in New York. I’ll see you in a few days.

a mixture of relief and uneasiness pool in your stomach, but you’re glad the apartment will be empty for a while—tension won’t be so high and you’d probably be able to sleep a well-missed eight hours.

but a part of you knows you’re growing farther and farther apart, simply watching as the love of your life slips through your fingers—

you: okay. take care

you: i love you

it’s bittersweet and you swear your chest has never hurt this much, but it’s oddly freeing and you can’t find the energy to be disappointed anymore.

you spend the day alone—questionable because it’s officially been four years since you’ve been with spencer, but he’s in another state and your overtime paycheque is all too tempting.

bypassing shopping guilt has never felt so easy.

the day passes by in a blur, the usual emptiness of the passenger seat now was filled with “useless” knickknacks and things that were well overdue.

new work pants and little trinkets, a cute lamp and your favourite candle.

aimlessly, you drive around the city. going home doesn’t feel right anymore, but sleeping in a motel or at a friend’s feels even worse.

your fingers tap against the wheel, waiting for the lights to turn green. pedestrians pass by and the downtown signs flicker obnoxiously.

you miss spencer.

you always miss him.

days used to feel too short when he’s around and you wished nights would last forever.

popcorn and late night tv reruns of shitty shows you both love to criticize, strolls around the neighbourhood that always ended in a kiss under the lamppost in front of your apartment—once or twice, you’ve even had him in checkmate (he says it was foul-play, you’d say a win is a win).

you wonder what life would be like without him.

you wonder what it would be like—falling in love with somebody else.

as you open the door to your apartment, a chilling breeze gnaws at your cheeks, your eyes spotting the familiar pair of beat up converse throw askew on the floor.

chest constricting, a sigh strains from your lips as you step in, quietly closing the door.

“eventful day?” you hear. in response you nod, forcing a smile.

“you’re back way early. to what do i owe the pleasure?” you turn, bracing yourself for the image of no one other than your boyfriend of officially four years.

he grins, tense, and his eyes stay on the floor. he plays with his hands and he sighs, “i-i didn’t get on the plane.”

“you..” eyebrows raised, you set your stuff down, “what do you mean? you—you didn’t get on the plane? you were here? this whole time?”

“i’m really sorry.” he begins, hands flying in sync with his ramblings, “i-i know that doesn’t make up for anything, but i saw how that waiter from the other night was looking at you and i remembered that we haven’t had a proper conversation in at least a month, and i got worried about the state our relationship has come to and—”

“spencer, my love,” you breathe, “slow down.”

“i realized that keeping you a secret, which started from wanting to keep you safe due to my line of work, has caused more harm than good.” he summarizes, “i realized that the waiter from the restaurant has a very normal job and from his body language, i could tell he was interested in—”

“spence, you profiled a waiter?”

“i observed.” he looks down at his hands that are now situated in his lap. “i did get jealous. he’d be able to show you off without putting you on some psychopath’s hit list, although—”

he stops when he makes eye contact with you.

you’re amused, clearly. and spencer’s lips press into a thin line.

“you’re laughing at me.”

you deny his accusation with a shake of your head, despite the curl of your lips telling a different story.

“i think it’s funny that we went so long without talking to each other, only to brought together by a waiter—”

“not a waiter,” he interrupts and you quirk a brow.

“so jealously then?”

he’s silent. “jealously is powerful motivator, you know.” he stands up just to hold your hand, pulling you to sit with him, “but truly, i didn’t want to miss our anniversary. i know we haven’t talked properly—”

you shake your head, “we can talk about it all later,” you whisper, hands holding his as if he’ll disappear. “i’m so happy you’re here right now.”

spencer leans in, brushing his nose against yours before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “not as happy as i am.”

you kiss him, a little deeper this time to make sure that he’s really here. “and for the record,” you say, watching his lips twitch into a smile, “i’d never want to be with a waiter. i kind of have a thing for fbi agents.”

he laughs, a little bashful and his ears turn pink. “i’ll keep that in mind.”

[harrywavycurly]

I can just imagine Harry stressing calling Niall and being like "SHE SAID I'M OBSESSED WITH HER." And Niall just LOSING it.

Hiiii lovey!! I’ll happily give you their conversation because Harry 1000000% called Niall because who else would he call?😂🙈💖

-find all things Southern Comfort here✨

A/N: Harry is wine drunk and Niall was asleep but the chaos and dramatics are on point, enjoy✨

“Someone better be fuckin dying for you to be calling me at two in the bloody morning Harry…” “she thinks I’m obsessive.” “Who thinks what now?” “You know who I’m talking about don’t be a fucking wank-” “who you calling a wanker mate? You’re the one who called me now just…give me a minute to wake up a bit…now what the hell happened?” “So you know…I met her at the store yesterday and then…well I might’ve invited myself to her yoga class this morning and then afterwards I might’ve mentioned…other yoga classes we could take and walks on the beach.” “Jesus Harry…walks on the beach? She’s known you in the flesh for what? Twenty four hours and you’re doing all this?” “I know…and…and she said she’s worried lifetime movie network might make a movie-” “a lifetime movie? Holy shit Harry just block her now before she does it to you herself.” “What? You know about these movies? Are they horrible?” “Fuck the movies H…what the hell is going on with you?” “I DON’T KNOW!” “Why are you yelling? For fuck sake…” “I’m sorry I’ve had some wine…it’s red…” “figured as much…now what the hell is happening in that head of yours dude?” “I don’t…know Niall…I just…I want to know everything about her and be around her all the time and I don’t know how to not…come on strong and I don’t want to scare her away Niall because she doesn’t give a shit about who I am.” “I mean she doesn’t really know who the hell you are…but what’s got you so obsessed?” “I don’t know Niall…I think it could be because I just enjoy the bubble I feel like I’m in when I’m with her because she’s so understanding and is quick to put me in my place and…I just enjoy how…normal she makes me feel.” “Well Harry you’re gonna pop the bloody bubble if you don’t chill the fuck out okay? Let her make plans with you for a bit and go from there because if she thinks you’re obsessive now then….id hate to see how you act when you actually admit you’re in love.” “The fuck you mean when I admit I’m in love? I’m not in love with her yet you ass.” “Yet? So you know it’s coming huh?” “Fuck off…I’m going to bed now.” “Sweet dreams lover boy…don’t go ordering her flowers in your sleep like you did to your mom that one time.” “Oh fuck…” “you didn’t….” “Oh shit…oh shit…I sent flowers to her school for tomorrow! She was wearing her work shirt the night we met so I remembered the name of it…” “Jesus fuckin Christ…she’s gonna call the cops on you man…” “I gotta go! I gotta see if I can cancel them.” “It’s two in the morning Harry…” “she’s so gonna call the cops on me…”

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Thirteen

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: None except for a cuss word and some tooth-rotting fluff

Notes: Oops, I lied - New Moon timeline has been pushed to the right a bit, I got carried away with this chapter lol this one got me cheesin’ hard. I can’t even wait to post this until my regular time, so enjoy!! (Hopefully I didn’t fuck up the tags - thank you to everyone that’s used the google form!)

Word Count: 2701

Series Masterlist

• March 21st, 2005 • Cullen’s Residence •

Reader

The soothing motion of Carlisle’s car came to a gentle stop that didn’t completely wake me up. But the cold arms reaching under me to lift me from the vehicle certainly did. As he began to lift me, Jasper made sure to secure the hem of my dress for my modesty causing me to smile sleepily at his thoughtfulness.

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” He asks quietly, speaking softly into my hairline.

“You.” I blush immediately at my whispered confession, keeping my eyes closed and face buried in his shoulder.

“Mmm, I think I like sleepy Y/n.” He says with a chuckle that rumbles through me.

I finally look up at our surroundings, noticing we’re at his house instead of mine.

“Why-”

“Your mom isn’t expecting us until tomorrow afternoon, normal people don’t make a twenty-four hour drive without sleeping.” Somehow he manages to open the front door without setting me down. “So, you’re going to get some rest while I go for a hunt.”

I blink up at him slowly as he continues his path through his house. I get another day with him? Well, however much is left once his hunger is satiated.

“My siblings are at school, Esme is redecorating with one of her clients, and Carlisle is at the hospital so the house is yours for most of the day.” Jasper explains, walking down the hallway and finally into his room before returning me gently back to solid ground.

His massive king bed is as immaculately made as the first time I saw it and just as inviting. The longer I admire the fluffy black duvet and mountain of pillows, the more aware I am of all the little aches and pains sleeping in the car caused. Not to mention the lingering tenderness of my healing ribs and the other broken parts of me.

Jasper turns me to face his black gaze, “Climb in and get some sleep, Esme stocked the kitchen for you and I’ll be back before you know it.” It comes out almost robotic, but I see that he’s trying - his hunger covers every inch of his face and keeps his body rigid.

“Take your time, I won’t leave without you.” I reassure him with a half smile, especially since I never made that exact promise in the hotel.

He leans in to plant a kiss to my temple before he’s gone with a small breeze and a lingering coolness on my skin as the only signs he was just there. Sighing, I slide the thick drapes closed to stop the morning sun from shining through the beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows.

I stop in the doorway to his closet before reaching the bed, contemplating snooping for something more comfortable to sleep in. Would stealing a shirt be too much? We aren’t even dating, but I do have permission to sleep in his bed… the dresser on the far wall tempts me forward. What’s one shirt to a vampire?

Sliding open the middle drawer in search of anything comfier than a dress, a small note card is waiting on top of his neatly folded shirts:

He doesn’t mind one bit.

- A

Christ, this woman thinks of everything. Grinning, I step out of my sundress and pick up a black short sleeve that’s a couple sizes too big. It hits the tops of my thighs, but since I’m home alone - I don’t think twice before climbing into his bed and situating myself for a much needed rest.

Inhaling the scent that’s so distinctly Jasper Hale, sleep finds me easily for the first time in a very long time.

Jasper

She’s in my shirt. In my bed. In my room. My sheets twisted around her legs. My pillows cradling her body. My scent mingling with hers and settling into the walls, the carpet, the bookshelves, the bed, my lungs.

I close my eyes and slowly retreat out of my room, shutting the door almost completely silent and resting my head on the wood.

“You good?” Emmett’s question almost startles me right out of my skin.

I sigh, “That hunt was almost for fucking nothing.” I turn my darkening eyes toward my brother to see surprise sweeping his face.

“You just got back!” He whisper yells with a wide-eyed look, knowing Y/n is asleep.

“She’s-” a low growl gets the better of me and I immediately tamp it down, closing my eyes in concentration.

A chuckle poorly contained slips from my brother and my eyes burst open to give him a deadly glare.

“You got it bad, brother.” He claps my shoulder with one of his massive hands and steers me down the hallway, putting distance between me and my greatest temptation. “You’ve got it so bad.”

Reader

I wake with a yawn and a stretch, relishing in the softness of Jasper’s sheets.

My eyes snap open. Jasper’s sheets.

I’m in Jasper Hale’s bed, wearing his shirt and my underwear and nothing else.

Shooting up into a sitting position, I glance around wildly trying to determine what time it was, but my eyes stop in the corner of his room. Jasper, sitting in a chair reading a book by a dim lamp.

“It’s almost seven, you slept most of the day. How was your nap, darlin’?” Setting his book down on his lap, he meets my gaze with a sly grin before sliding his eyes down my legs. “I see you made yourself comfortable.”

I gasp, “I-I uh-” fumbling for an explanation as to why I’m half-naked in his bed and absolutely failing.

“Sweetheart, it’s alright. A very nice view to come home to, so I guess you could say it’s more than alright.” He stalks forward slowly, light brown eyes holding me in a trance.

I blush deeply at his words and pull the blankets up to my chest, wishing these sheets could swallow me up.

Just then, a knock at the door and Alice pokes her head inside, “Oh good - you’re up! Get decent, everyone is getting together in the living room for movie night!” She finishes with a wink and is gone as fast as she arrived.

Jasper disappears into his closet and re-emerges with a pair of black sweats, setting them in my lap and leaning forward to whisper in my ear, “Can’t have a lady walking around in just my shirt, huh darlin’?”

Watching him duck out of the room so that I can slip on the bottoms, I contemplate making a run for it to put an end to all this teasing. The blush on my cheeks might as well be permanent.

Jasper

Movie night, really? I direct the thought at Edward and watch him throw a bored, pointed look at our scheming sister before leaving.

Alice replies with a grin, tossing me a blanket presumably for Y/n, “Oh hush, I’m just doing my sisterly duty of moving things along.” She floats past us, preparing the rom-com she selected.

“Don’t even look at me.” Rose waves a hand in dismissal as I raise my eyebrows at her, “I want nothing to do with your human.”

“C’mon, babe-” Emmett whines, but stops at the murderous look in his mate’s eyes. He continues anyways with a semi-serious whisper, “It’s the first time in like, forever since he’s even come close to getting any-”

I cut his inappropriate sentence off with a pillow to the face just as Y/n turns the corner into the room.

“Vampires have pillow fights at night?” She asks playfully, scanning the couch for a spot to sit. My clothes are swarming her and it stirs something I thought was long dead in my chest.

“Vampires do a lot of things at-” Emmett teases her, but this time Rosalie is the one to stop him with a smack to his chest.

Shaking my head, I find a spot on the opposite end of the long sectional from Emmett so as to limit the teasing. Embarrassment and a little something else I can’t quite put my finger on flows from her, so I pat the empty space next to me and hold out my hand for her to take. Once she’s settled with her legs tucked against her chest, I turn to ask Alice to press play and find her already giving me a pointed look. I wrap my arm around Y/n and pull her closer to settle against me, my sister smiles self-satisfied before hopping to the couch and starting the movie.

“Relax, sweetheart.” I whisper in her hair and I’m immediately shushed by Rose.

Y/n finally releases the tension in her body about five minutes into the movie and ten minutes after that, her legs are in my lap with the blanket pulled up to her chin.

“Alice, Rose? Can I get your help with opinions for a client?” Esme calls as she walks through the doorway to the garage halfway into the movie. “And Emmett, mind picking up Carlisle after his shift, sweetheart? I took his car this morning.”

All three of my siblings leave the room, Alice tossing me the remote and Emmett not-so-subtly flashing me a wink. He disappears before Y/n could notice and I could throw another pillow.

I feel her nerves ramp up as the house quiets again, I attempt to ground her by sliding a hand around her ankle under the blanket and it immediately has the opposite effect. Turning to her, she’s already watching me with her mouth open ready to say something, but it’s stuck. So my eyes drift to her mouth, lips that have tempted me from day fucking one. I know she sees what I’m fixated on, because her breath hitches and I tighten my grip on her ankle minutely - not to be painful, but a warning.

“Jasper-”

“May I?” I ask zoned in on her lips, unable to even want to hold myself back anymore. A curious Icarus to her solar flame.

She nods in a daze as my fingers trail her chin, but it’s not enough. “Words, darlin’. I need you to-”

But she’s leaning forward with a whisper, “Yes, Jasper.”

I swear time stops as a buzzing drowns my ears. Breaths puff from her beautiful lips in short spurts, anticipation oozes from her. I have to take a few seconds to collect myself, my mind running rampant.

I slide my hand around to cradle the back of her head and tilt it backwards, the tv casting a warm glow on her face. A shiver wracks through her and I tense, “Do not move.” The request is more of an order and she obeys instantly.

Leaning forward, her warm breath fans across my face before it stops with a sharp inhale. The only sound is her pounding heart and I swear it stutters as I gently meet her lips with mine.

Burning. This burning feeling starts where my lips tangle with hers and it travels down my throat to grip my rock-solid heart in a painful squeeze. Her mouth is warm and pliant where mine is cold and unyielding. Her nose is pressed against mine like a puzzle piece I’ve been missing. It’s absolutely bliss, her lips molding to mine, better than any indulgence I could possibly think up. Her quickening heart rate reminds me to reluctantly retreat - humans and their need for air.

I separate just barely from her mouth and she sucks in a gasp that tears my soul from my chest making me want to dive right back in. Opening my eyes to make sure this is in fact reality, hers are still lightly shut, bliss emanating from every single pore.

How on earth do I go about my day now? Knowing this perfection exists? She’s human, I can’t very well spend eternity kissing her here on this couch.

My groan causes her eyes to flash open and I notice they’re completely dilated, a dangerous observation for my control.

“Are you? I-I mean, did you not-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence.” My voice comes out huskier than I’d like and instantly she relaxes in my grip.

I push back a single strand of hair that blew across her face as I let out a long breath, barely an inch of space between us still. My willpower is at an all time low as we continue to stare at each other in somewhat surprise.

“Jaz?”

“Yes, darlin’?” I’m utterly raptured by her, firmly ensnared by this gorgeous girl - even more so than the moment I met her.

“Can… Can I?” Her question is open and tentative, but I can tell exactly what she wants and I’ll be damned if I don’t give it to her.

“Anything you want, it’s yours sweetheart.” It’s my turn to hold still, to wait patiently for her to come to me.

Reader

Holy fucking shit.

This without a doubt is what it’s like to have an addiction at first taste. Jasper Hale just kissed me and I’m about to kiss him, again.

I lean forward and smooth my hands up his chest to the base of his head, my fingers finding the short ringlets that hide under the bulk of his beautiful blonde hair. He’s deathly still with his eyes closed, allowing me to take the lead - but I also know this is a tricky situation with his control.

My nose bumps his as my eyes flutter closed and it’s his turn to elicit a sharp inhale. Nerves begin to flood my throat with cotton, but they’re gone almost as quickly, Jasper wiping them away with probably half a thought.

I closed the minuscule gap and my lips brush his a little deeper this time, relishing in the temperature difference. Kissing Jasper is in a category of its own, gone are the days I’ll ever settle for the warm mouth of any plain boy ever again.

Opening my lips enough to snake my tongue out for just a taste-

Suddenly there’s a couch-worth of separation between us and both of us are gasping for air like we’ve just run a marathon. His eyes are wide and wild, a darker brown than I distinctly remember a few moments ago.

“I-I’m so sorry,” his voice is strained and his hands are digging through his hair roughly, “Forgive me, darlin’-”

He fumbles at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing with no sound. Immediately I feel terrible because I pushed a boundary he wasn’t ready for.

“Jasper, please-I messed up and I’m so sorry.” I plead from my spot, scared to go and comfort him.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I should have my shit together-” but I stop his panicked apology.

“Look at me, please.” His eyes snap to mine at the request. I scoot closer to him slowly, stopping just within arms reach so as not to invade his personal space. “Can you close your eyes and just, feel with me?”

He takes half a second of hesitation before trusting me, his dark eyes snapping closed with a furrow in his brow. Taking a deep breath, I close my own and focus on exuding positive energy. Calm, content, tranquil - my mind running over any remotely helpful feeling to settle his inner turmoil. After a few moments of the impromptu meditation session, I open my eyes feeling much more relaxed. Staring back at me is the face of a much calmer, but shocked man.

“Did that work? I wasn’t sure, but-”

“You… No one has ever done something like that-darlin’.” Once again I’ve rendered him speechless and it brings a smile to my lips.

“Get used to it Hale, you’re stuck with me now.” I tell him, smug.

“Is that so?” He pulls me closer to him with a grin on his lips, the joy in my chest causing a laugh to burst from me as I toss my head back.

There isn’t a single place I’d rather be than his arms and I’m so glad he’s constantly opening pieces of himself up to let me worm my way inside.

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[write-it-motherfuckers]

Well, that was a much bigger shitstorm than I had been expecting.

First of all, kid's ok, they just kept him over night because he's so young and concussions are a bit more of a risk, especially given his extensive medical history. Thankfully though, he seems to be on the mend, and he should be home by the time you Darlings are seeing this post.

As for why you're seeing this post, originally I was just meant to be playing emergency babysitter until the dad finished work and got home, but unfortunately he's just as big of a piece of shit as he usually is (Why they're still together and actively having more kids I have no idea) and decided that since someone was already with the kids, then instead of rushing home like he was asked to by his wife, he was going to make the best of it and go out drinking with his friends.

Both his wife and his elderly mother in law tried to contact him, but after the third set of calls, he turned off his phone. Not once did he ask who was with his kids, or how his injured son was, all he cared about was going out and drinking. (I sincerely hope she leaves his arse soon. Holy shit)

The mum did apologise to me repeatedly, but since their only living family is her elderly mother who is by no means capable of looking after five kids under the age of seven, she really didn't have a choice but to rely on me until her or her (shitty) husband could return home. And for obvious reasons, she couldn't exactly leave a four year old in the hospital by himself.

In the end, the "dad" didn't get home until about nine am this morning, stinking of grog, and I don't feel comfortable leaving them with him. I did quickly head back and grab a charger for my phone so that I could type this up, but since the youngest ones will be waking from their after feed nap soon, and the mum is still a way's off from getting back, I'm probably not going to have time to sort through my reblogs properly.

On a small positive note though, it does look like all my stuff is back now, so I should be able to go back to posting older reblogs tomorrow. For now, I'm just going to focus on the kids and then go back and crash into my own bed.

Thank you for your understanding and patience, Darling ones. Please remember to take care of yourselves 🖤

[its-in-the-woods]

Coyote Head - Part 14 - At the end, it is only the beginning

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

Pairing: Cooper Howard x Lucy Maclean 

Includes many other characters from Fallout

Synopsis: It had been beyond hard for both of them, which now included several weeks of Cooper not communicating with her at all. Lucy was pretty sure this was the end of their relationship, which hurt more than she could really put into words.

MINOR GET OUT. Rating/Warning: Medical stuff, Animal/people death, dead animal mutilation, general horror, religious themes, Alternative Universe, Slow Burn, Death, Aging, Family Feuding, Older Man/Younger Woman,

Note: And somehow we have found the end

Lucy rolls into the room, where Cooper is lying, Richard and Dorothy sit beside him. Richard looks like he has aged a century, Dorothy gets up and comes over to embrace Lucy. Margie parks Lucy beside Richard, he squeezes her hand as they all turn to Cooper. The man is covered in blankets, IVs, hookups, tubes, wire, and a bank of monitors. His eyes are closed, and he is covered in bruises, cuts, and marks, Lucy is positive that if she removed the blanket she’d see cut wounds across his chest. 

“He’s breathing on his own now. It’s just a matter of time before he wakes up.” Dorothy says, her hand gripping her sons. “You saved his life, all of theirs.”

Lucy swallows, she would rather they were angry with her. They should be angry with her, she had led them into the woods with a creature that was more powerful than anyone could explain. As close to a God as Lucy had ever been to, one that was tangle-able, real, and was now living inside her. Was she still a threat to them? Would they ever be safe? 

“I don’t remember getting them out,” Lucy says quietly, “I remember John getting into the ambulance, but it’s a blur.” 

It was a lie, a calculated one, but there wasn’t really room for truth right now. The morning interview with the Psychologist was frustrating enough, she was not staying here any longer than she needed. 

“You don’t remember?” Dorothy looks at her son, her face scrunched up like she ate something sour. “You dragged them out of there. Don’t know how you got them onto the four-wheeler, but you did.”

Lucy shakes her head, “I remember being in the back of the ambulance and waking up here. Not much else. I was so surprised they were all here.” 

“Can’t blame you for that, it was a horror show what the cougar did,” Richard states, Lucy turning towards him, something passing between them. A knowledge that they both knew more than they were letting on, but to keep it quiet for now. 

“If it wasn’t for you, there’be four dead bodies instead of one,” Harris states, squeezing her shoulder.  She feels comfort in knowing that her Uncle had her back, what had actually happened would be discussed away from prying ears. 

Lucy isn’t sure how long she sits there, everyone coming and going, nurses constantly checking. She desperately wants to hear Cooper speak, to know that he is going to wake up, but he still lies there. Breathing and heartbeat stable, Doctors are still without answers until he awakens. 

“Heard you were awake,” A gruff raspy voice rumbles in, Lucy looks towards the door to see John rolling in. He looks chipper considering his state, his hair now braided into two neat rows, a several-days beard covering his tanned face. Despite everything a sly smile covered his face

“John,” Lucy says, moving her own wheels towards his. “I am so happy to see you.”

John gives a weak grin, as he moves over to her, Lucy scooting so there is room for him. She squeezes his hand, hoping to provide some comfort. 

“Cooper still out?” He asks as he looks Cooper over, "It never gets easier to see someone hooked up to everything."

“They said he could wake up anytime,” Lucy says, reaching to hold one of Cooper’s hands. “If he isn’t up tomorrow they are going to do more scans.”

“He’ll wake up,” John says, his hand rubbing at the top of his legs. Lucy watches him closely, unsure of what to say. “They figure it’ll be a few weeks before prosthetics are fitted, they have been showing me how to get in and out of the chair. Can pee by myself now.”

They both chuckle at the comment, Lucy feels her stomach twist. She couldn’t imagine what he was going through, Lucy had walked away with nothing but a few bruises and scratches. Whereas John's life would be forever changed by their small journey into the forest.

“I am sorry John,” Lucy finally says, though it feels so hollow compared to what he is going through. But what else was there to say? She couldn’t bring back his legs, even with Virol now hanging out inside her. Reattaching legs was even outside this deity's abilities.

“You saved my hide, Lucy,” John says, “Whatever-” He looks towards the door, Lucy happy they were on their own. “Whatever was in there, you had no sway over it. That thing, what was that thing?”

Lucy swallows, trying to come up with the simplest explanation. “Something old, it was so angry. The creature calls itself Virol.” She closes her eyes, knowing how ridiculous this all sounds even to her. “Tim, knew about it but didn’t tell any of us. I should have told you, stopped us from going.”

John shifts in his chair, fingers gripping onto the wheels. “Did you know it would have attacked us?”

“I am not sure,” Lucy sighs, her fingers rubbing together. In truth, she probably should have known that it would attack them and try to kill them. There had been enough warning signs. "I wanted to believe it wouldn't, that we had more time to figure out what was happening."   

“Then the cow goes missing,” John states, staring at the door. “ Lucy, you weren't the only one dealing with weird happenings. Things started gettin' weird when your Grandad got sick. I didn’t put it together until now.” 

“Like what?” Lucy asks, trying to get her mind to pull up anything odd from the last year. It had all been a blur, Lucy had been too new to really notice anything, and her uncle had kept things to himself. It was so hard to know what was normal and what wasn’t. 

“Last year's crops just didn’t grow as well. More calves died, cows died, lost a bull. Most of us just chalked it up to a bad year, climate change, whatever.” John shrugs, hands running over his knees. “Now, I am not so sure anymore. After seeing that thing, Virol, like the old gods my elders talked about.”

Cooper is suddenly coughing, and sputtering, his hand grabbing onto Lucy’s, eyes opening as he wakes up. Lucy moves to hit the call button, while reaching to grab water, she brings it over to Cooper who takes several large gulps. He coughs some more, before leaning back against the pillow. A swarm of nurses enters the room, John and Lucy wheeling themselves backward so the nurses have all the room they need.

A doctor comes in shortly after, Cooper coughing some more as they look him over. His eyes dart around the room, searching for something, his mouth opening and closing as the nurse checks how his pupils dilate. They uncover his chest to look at the bandages. Another IV bag is hung, Cooper grumbling about the attention. His voice is raspy as he tries to get their attention.  

“M’fine, can I get some space?” Cooper huffs, as the nurse puts another blanket on him. His eyes glance over to Lucy and John, a small smile cracking across his face grumpy face. 

“Sorry, Mr. Howard, but we need to make sure everything is working as it should,” The Doctor replies, “Can you move your toes for me?”

Cooper squints at him, brow scrunching, “Yeah I can-”

The room goes silent as everyone moves as they look at his toes, at first they don’t move. Lucy feels bile burn her throat as she watches carefully. Then they move, Cooper flexing them, and bending his legs. He groans as they snap and pop, but they are moving.

“Well, that is the best news we could ask for,” The Doctor writes a few things down on his tablet. “Was hoping for a good outcome after surgery, we will have your surgeon come down. Go over a few things,”

“Can someone tell me what happened?” Cooper asks, the Doctor chuckles at the question, glancing over at Lucy and John.

“I am sure your friends will be able to fill you in,” Doctor replies before exiting. The nurses fuss for a little longer, making sure he is comfortable, showing him how to adjust his bed and where the call button is. 

Watching them leave Lucy then directs her chair toward the bed, John following suit. Cooper watches both of them, his eyes still squinted as he tries to focus. Lucy grabs the cup of ice and hands it to Cooper, who pops a few ice cubes in to crunch on.

“What happened to your legs, John?” Cooper asks, a glint sparkling in his eye,  Lucy covering her mouth at how forward the comment is.

John chuckles, not even flinching at the comment. “Didn’t I tell yah? New weight loss program. They take my legs and in exchange, they don’t pester me to cut out beef.” 

Lucy can’t help the snort that escapes her, the three chuckling at the ludicrous situation they are all sitting in. How had they all ended up here? It had all seemed so simple, go find a missing cow. Now here they were sitting in a hospital, grateful to be alive.

Lucy laces her fingers with Cooper's, “I am so glad we made it out of there. I was sure we were going to survive.”

“I don’t remember much,” Cooper rubbing at his jaw with his free hand, several days of stubble evident. “I remember Bert calling for us. On the radio, going to his location-” Cooper’s eyes fall, his jaw clicking as he clenches it. “It was leading us to it, was it that the thing we were reading about in the book? What Tim was feeding?” 

“I am not sure, I don’t know how to explain it.” Lucy licks her lips, watching as Richard and Dorthoy come in. The three of them exchange glances to keep the weird under wraps for now.

Now that Cooper is awake there is a lot of fanfair, as well as a video call with the kids. Hearing Janey and Matthias so enthusiastically ask when Dad would be home, made Lucy feel sick. She would be able to go home tomorrow, Cooper was another matter.  He’d need physical therapy, along with a lot of rest. The surgery saved his ability to move his legs, but if he pushed himself it could all be undone. There would be ample follow-up visits and more that Lucy was surely forgetting. 

If he was able to walk on his own with limited assistance and his scans came back clear they were hopeful he would be discharged tomorrow afternoon. Lucy had no plans of leaving without him. Saying she’d sleep in the chair if she had to, Cooper was not exactly impressed with her statements. That said Lucy had always been a bit bullheaded and was not going to let this go.

As for John, well that was a whole other matter. The doctors would be holding him for at least another three days. He would also need extensive physical therapy, this would be an ongoing process for the foreseeable future. Lucy had already talked with Harris and Margie about helping the Roths out. Dorothy had also offered help, between the three families and their community friends things would get done and covered. Lucy had already decided to cover as much of John’s physical therapy and prosthetics. It would probably wipe out her savings, but she didn’t care. John being able to get back to life as much as possible came before anything, money didn’t seem like much after what they had been through. 

Then it came to the discussion of Bert, he hadn’t woken up yet. Steph was understandably beside herself, the man was beaten badly. He had to be stapled and stitched back together, there was brain swelling, which meant he had to be put back on life support. It was still a roll of the dice as to whether he would ever wake up. Lucy promises Steph the same treatment as John, whatever is needed Bert will get. 

***

Lucy is standing in her kitchen, for the first time in months the place feels like home. There had been no more noises, no more dead coyote heads, no more screams that sounded like her Grandfather. Now it was quiet, peaceful almost. Despite Virol occasionally crawling around inside her or scratching at her bones.

Virol was always there, always, just a breath away. Lucy was still struggling with that, and Cooper was too. The thing that had attacked them, torn off John’s legs, and had Bert still laid up in the hospital, was now living inside her. It had been beyond hard for both of them, which now included several weeks of Cooper not communicating with her at all. Lucy was pretty sure this was the end of their relationship, which hurt more than she could really put into words. She had accepted it, he needed to keep himself and his family safe. So, if that meant they couldn’t be anything so be it. Lucy didn’t believe Virol would be harmful, not anymore. It seemed more than content to curl up under her ribs, and occasionally demand offerings.

She had made up calendars of all important lunar events, and how they tied to specific offerings. Tacking them up beside all her other maps, it felt a little insane, yet at the same time comforting. Virol would chime in from time to time, moving her hand or highlighting something important. It was helpful when it wanted to be helpful, the other night Lucy had been pouring over a bible trying to translate phrases and words. She had tried to find it, to wake it up and ask it some questions. Instead, she had gotten a hiss and snarl before it settled back again. The thing was more like a grumpy cat than a god, which she supposed made sense.

Now she walks into the forest with an offering. It felt different, the place was so much brighter, the colors popping like a grey filter had been lifted. It was astounding and so beautiful, Virol was still here too; she could now easily see him, shimmering and moving among the trees tops. The poplar and birch were budding with new leaves, the pine and spruce tips just starting to break through their paper casing.

Standing in front of the stump she wondered not for the first if she was doing the right thing. How could she still be feeding it? Still giving it life?

I will take everything from you. I will burn this world to dust and rebuild on your bones.

The words bounced around her head, she wasn’t sure how much truth was behind those words. Virol loved this forest, loved this land just as much as she did. Every time they walked into the woods she could feel it thrum with excitement. Would it actually throw a fit like a toddler just to prove a point? Lucy had decided not to test the theory, whatever it was, god, deity, or petulant child, it was powerful. 

She shivers, placing a fan of feathers onto the stump, Lucy had spent a good amount of time finding the feather and making them into the little trinket. Reciting a small prayer of thanks, and humility to Virol. Digging into her pocket she pulled out a bag of charcoal from the fireplace, dipping her fingers into it as she continued the prayers. Fingers trace over old carved ruins as the words spill out of her. They don’t always make sense, sometimes they aren’t even in a language she knows. The words flow out of her without thought, but with intention. She continues until the whole stump is marked, come fall Lucy had plans to pull some of the stumps out and recarve them. No matter what, she would do whatever was needed to keep Virol quiet and happy. 

Once the ritual is done Lucy walks out of the forest almost in a haze, Virol wasn't feeding directly off her, but he was still feeding. It had been uncomfortable the first few times, but now it was normal. After some water and a sandwich, she’d feel better.  It shouldn't have been so easy, so simple, yet it kept her and everyone around her safe.

Going up the hill Lucy hears the sound of kids chattering, truck doors closing making her feet pick up. As she crested the hill she saw Cooper’s old truck sitting on the gravel. Her heart stuttered in her chest as the man looked around the place. She lifted her hand up in an awkward wave, not sure what to make of him coming over. 

“Miss Lucy!” Janey calls out, running towards her. Even Matthias has a smile on his face as he follows closely behind his little sister. 

Lucy runs towards them squatting down to wrap her arms around them. Tears form in her eyes as she hugs the kids close, she had missed them so much over the last few weeks. Janey wrapped her arms around Lucy’s neck holding her tightly, Lucy lifts her up squeezing the girl. 

“I missed you guys so much,” Lucy says, looking up to see Cooper a few feet away. In jeans, blue button up shirt, and cowboy hat on. He looked tired but happy. 

“Missed you too miss Lucy,” Matthias says quietly, Lucy reaches down to take his hand, the three walking back towards Cooper. 

Cooper helps detangle Janey from Lucy, despite her very loud protests, so they can walk back to the trailer. Lucy tries to meet Cooper’s eyes but he won’t look at her, she feels her heart drop into her chest, than his fingers tangle with hers and everything comes into focus. She squeezes his hand and walks them all up into the trailer, the kids getting settled onto the couch. A familiar encyclopedia is placed between them.

“I didn’t think you’d want to come over,” Lucy said quietly, digging around the cupboard for glasses. 

Cooper leans against the counter watching her, face scrunching a little as he tries to relax his still sore body.  “The kids won’t stop askin’.”

Lucy swallows but hands him a glass of ice, before going to give the kids two glasses and pitcher of juice. She drops a towel on the coffee table, the chance of spillage is high. 

“The kids are welcome anytime,” Lucy replies, it comes out harsher than she intended but she doesn’t correct it. 

Cooper sighs, reaching out to drag Lucy closer to him, Lucy wants to push him away. She wants to tell them that it’s fine, she understands, that their worlds are upside down and sideways. Nothing makes sense, and everything makes sense, and it all is just shit. 

“I just needed some time, Lucy.” Cooper murmurs holding her tightly against his chest. Lucy can’t help but relax against his chest, the strength of him surrounding her making her melt. 

Lucy leans back to look up at him, “ I’d understand if you didn’t want to be here. If you want this to be over between us.”

Cooper snorts leaning down to kiss her, his hands gently holding her face. He pulls away to press his forehead against hers, their eyes closed for a moment. 

“We are in this together, I am still getting used to the idea that this is real. But I can’t let you face it alone.” Cooper says quietly, kissing her again before leaning back against the countertop. “What happened? I know’ya haven’t told us everythin’, but I don’t want secrets. Secrets put us in this mess.” 

Lucy looks back at the kids, who are now currently discussing in detail about the size of wolverines and whether they would actually fight a bear. She nods her head towards her bedroom. The two adults walk over. Lucy leaves the door open enough that the kids can see them, but their voice shouldn’t carry. 

She sits down on the bed, Copper doing the same, taking his hat off to rest it on the bed. Lucy fiddles with her fingers trying to figure out what to say. It still didn’t feel real, even with the feeling of Virol twirling around her stomach. 

“I guess I will start from the beginning,” Lucy sighs, Cooper lacing his fingers with hers. She goes through the memories, trying to be as specific and detailed as possible. Even the gorey ones, the ones no one wants to remember. Then it came time to explain the near psychedelic experience of traveling through Virol’s memories, as well as explain Virol. 

Then there was Virol, which was difficult on a different level. A genderless, ever-shifting, unidentifiable being, that had god-like powers to mimic, and enough power to potentially destroy everything around them. The way Cooper’s eyebrows started to disappear he was also finding this difficult. Considering they both had been non-believers before this incident, finding out a forest god was living in your backyard was eye-opening. Lucy then had to explain that Virol, or at least a part of it, was living inside her. 

“You can feel it?” Cooper asked, looking her up and down. Lucy pulls her shirt aside, grabs Cooper’s hand, and pushes at the scar underneath her collarbone.

“Can you feel that?” Lucy asks, Cooper’s brows furrowing as he feels the knotted skin there. 

“It feels like an old scar,” Cooper says, continuing to press at it, “This was where it pushed its hand into you?”

Lucy nods, Cooper moving his hand away to settle gently on her thigh. “So you can’t get it out?”

“I am not sure,” Lucy replies, feeling Virol move up to scratch her ribs. Wincing she rubs at it, “I don’t think it would go without a fight.”

Cooper sits there for a moment just watching her. “Do you want it out of you?”

Lucy blinks for a moment, she hadn’t thought about that at all. Virol was part of her, yes it was uncomfortable, but she had never really thought about getting rid of it. She’d seen its whole life, and somehow she felt sorry for it. It just wanted to be understood, it wants to keep what it had seen grown. Virol didn’t want to see its whole world flattened, it wanted to see it thrive. Isn’t that what everyone wanted? It was so human, and yet Virol was everything but human. 

“I don’t think so,” Lucy replies, rubbing more soothingly against her ribs. “I think, with it being part of me I can manage what it needs.” She pauses, trying to figure out how to word the next bit. “It’s happy, content. It’s uncomfortable, but not unmanageable.”

Cooper sighs, shoulders dropping, eyes narrowing as he thinks through everything she says. Lucy was half expecting him to get up and leave, instead he shrugs, a small smile flickering across his lips.

“If it was anyone else, Lucy, I would think we’d both lost our minds.” Cooper smirks, his hand tracing patterns on her hand. “But I saw it, and I believe you. I don’t know how but I do.” 

Lucy gives a small smile, “So? Do you want to try and make us work?”

Cooper grinned, leaning in to kiss her again, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” 

~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~

This was such a challenge and I am not entirely sure how I feel about it ending here. I know there are probably more questions, and honestly, I cut so much out cause it felt like it wasn't lining up. Will I come back to this? Probably. But for now, I am going to let demons sleep.

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Look into my eyes (search your soul)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your love for Wanda could make you go the distance and more, just to see her happy. 

A/N: A day late, but in my defence I had a packed friday, lol. I woke up after a night out with the need to finish this part and post it, so here it is! BEware of any mistake since.. hehe.. I partied all night. Also, blame tumblr for any weird design on the post.

A/N 2: For now, this is planned to be four parts with the chance to growing. So it’s on you, guys. Hope you enjoy this and gets you wanting more (:

If not tomorrow, next weekend part 3 will be out.

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX

Wanda stirred, waking up to an empty bed, before looking over at the sleeping babies beside her.

Her heart couldn't grow bigger at the sight in front of her. Those two little humans were finally in this crazy world, and the fears she could feel start growing at the back of her mind were doing little to help her breathe. She just wanted for you to hurry, to be by her side like you always were.

But all hopes of you being away in search of coffee dissipated when she saw her husband sleeping on the chair at the far end of the room.

'He finally dared to show up,' she sighed to herself.

What would she give for Vision to be more like you. To be present when she needed him, to show how much he cared for her.

A few months till now, she started noticing how Vision would go on longer trips, almost as if escaping their life together. And she would be lying if it didn't hurt her. Part of her still loved him. But a bigger part told her she just missed what they were.

She could only hope he would be present in their children's lives, at least. 

The tone of her phone going off signaled her of a new message and her heart jumped at the thought of you.

Seeing your name on the screen, Wanda smiled brightly as she hurried to open it.

'Good morning, Witchy. How are the twins treating you? Hopefully, they're not too much. How are you?'

'Good morning. They surely love to sleep.. still waiting for them to wake up so I can feed them. I am alright. How are you?'

After a few seconds of her message being unread, she just lowered her phone, basking in the warm feeling burning up inside her. The way you made her feel was something that -secretly- she enjoyed deeply.

Just as her phone went off again, the twins started to cry, demanding her attention. It was at that moment that Wanda made her peace with knowing her kids became before you.

Sitting up in her bed, she tried to wake up Vision. But decided she was better without his help for it was in vain.

Slowly stepping up, she maneuvered both babies in her arms as a grunt escaped her, her whole body begging her not to move. Sitting in bed, she shifted and shifted until she found a comfortable position.

Once she was settled, she placed each boy on each one of her breasts, hissing at the pain that sprouted from the latching.

Holding back her tears, she remembered the words you'd said the day before, as the first feeding happened.

“No no, let me,” You demanded as you quickly stood up from the chair, almost running the short distance to the crying twins’ crib.

Picking Billy up, you carefully placed him in Wanda’s arms. “Here you go, baby,” you spoke softly before you picked Tommy up, cooing at him as you patiently waited for Wanda to find a comfortable position.

“I know, sunshine.” You calmly spoke against the baby’s head as you rocked him softly. “Mommy needs a little more time for two beautiful babies like you need only the best. And you know the good things need time,” you smiled as you checked Wanda, busying herself with his brother before you lowered your voice to a whisper, “But don’t worry, you can always count on me to feed you the goodies.”

“I’ve heard that,” 

Looking up from the fussing baby in your arms, you found Wanda’s eyes staring warmly at you as she tried her best to stay put, waiting for her son with open arms.

Giggling at her words, you kissed Tommy’s head before placing him against his mother’s chest. “I stand by my words,” you whispered before kissing his forehead.

The pain that ran through Wanda’s chest got her in tears. Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply as she bit her lips, trying to stay still.

Looking up at the weight by her side, she couldn’t help the sob that escaped her at seeing you wrapping your arm around her shoulders.

“I know, Wands.” You kissed her head and she just let your body be the one who held her in place. “But this is part of the process, and you have to endure it for your babies,” you coed as you caressed Billy’s head.

“It’s for my babies,” she whispered, gathering the patience it took.

But said patience was running thick as the twins started crying at the lack of breast milk, and Wanda just felt defeated. She wanted her old life back.

Trying in vain to hold her cries, Wanda settled both babies’ heads on her shoulders, rocking them the best she could to try and calm them.

“Ugh. They’re too loud.” Vision grunted as he stood up, walking towards the door leaving Wanda with rage building inside of her.

A few minutes passed by when Vision walked back in with a nurse hot on his heels.

“Good morning, Hon,” the nurse walked to the redhead with a soft smile on her lips. “What’s the problem?” She asked as she quickly checked the charts at the feet of Wanda’s bed.

"I don’t know," Wanda spoke on the verge of more tears running down. "I tried to feed them but they started crying." She looked up at the nurse with hopes she could help her calm her kids.

"I see," The nurse paused as she checked the bag connected to Wanda's hand. "Did it happen yesterday?"

"No." Wanda sighed.

"There's an easy solution for that," the nurse smiled brightly, caressing Wanda's head, and she would lie if she didn't think about her mom at that moment. She should be here with her, guiding her.

"Let me go get some formula, yes? You're not producing much to feed both of them," she explained calmly, making sure Wanda calmed down before she walked away.

She laughed sardonically when Vision started gathering his things. “Are you really leaving now?” The redhead spits out venomously as she tried to calm her crying boys.

“Work is calling, baby. I need to make money to provide for you.” Vision nodded as he picked up the call, walking away for God knows how long, this time. And that action alone was enough to make her cry alongside her babies. The excruciating pain in her chest making it harder and harder to breathe. This was just too much.

But the nurse didn’t take much and as soon as she entered the room, she hurriedly took one of the babies from Wanda and gave her one of the bottles in her hands, calmingly feeding the twin in her arms.

“Where’s the dad?” She asked confused.

Wanda didn’t dare to look up. “He had work to do,” she whispered. Her eyes never leaving Tommy, as he happily sucked from his bottle.

“Is there someone I can call? Doc will be here soon and you might be able to go home today,” the nurse smiled as she rocked softly.

“I-” Wanda paused, thinking of you. Quickly picking up her phone, she paused before dialing your number. “Could you… Could you talk to her?”

And Wanda’s secret prayers were answered when the nurse nodded softly, locking the bottle under her chin so Billy could keep feeding and hurriedly grabbed Wanda’s phone, bringing it to her ear.

“Hi, I’m Wanda’s nurse. N- no, everything is alright,” the nurse giggled something warm. “It’s just her husband had to go away and she might be able to- Oh, okay. Be safe, though.” 

“She’s on her way,” the nurse smiled as she left Wanda’s phone on the table beside her bed.

Truth to your words, you walked through the door in less than 10 minutes.

“Sorry I’m late,” you placed the small gift in your hand on the table beside Wanda’s phone before you quickly kissed her forehead.

“I’ve got him,” you smiled to the nurse as she placed Billy in your arms. “Hi, baby,” you coed as you automatically started to rock him, continuing the nurse’s ministrations on his back.

“Hi,” Wanda spoke softly and frowned when she saw you freeze at her words for a second too long.

“You’re not the only baby, from now on,” you joked.

“You are the only asshole in this room, though.” Wanda couldn’t help the smile at your giggles.

“Touché.”

“Are they strictly to bottles, now?” The worriness in your voice had Wanda concentrating really hard on making Tommy burp, avoiding looking in your way.

“No need to worry, sweety,” the nurse jotted some things down into her notepad before giving you her whole attention. “Wanda just can’t produce enough milk for both of them, so she can either complement her breastfeeding with it or just go for the formula.”

“Ohh, I see.”

Wanda could feel your eyes on her and her whole body burned with shame.

“The doc will be here in a few, though. He’ll talk you guys through it,” the nurse smiled before walking out of the room.

Once you both were alone, Wanda felt the side of the bed shift and the releaving sigh that escaped her when she felt your body against hers had her cheeks heating up.

“How are you holding up?” You asked as you caressed Tommy’s head.

“Not gonna lie. This is a rollercoaster full of downs,” Wanda allowed her body to rest against yours, seeking the comfort she needed.

“Is there anything I can-” 

“Way to go, dude.” You interrupted your previous thought as you faked disgust at the warm feeling on your shoulder. “It’s only right that you love me, but you don’t need to be so explicit about it.” You shifted the baby from one arm to the other as you took your jacket off.

Wanda couldn’t help but laugh at your words. “I told you karma was coming back,”

“Karma is a smelly bitch,” you scrunched your nose as you walked to the baby’s bag, taking some wet wipes to clean your jacket.

Seeing you so harmonically moving with her son in your arms had her heart warming up. And she made sure to thank the Universe or whichever God out there for having a friend like you in her life.

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Can You Keep A Little Secret? 2

Dreamworks films have no right having such good soundtracks. The whole time I wrote this I listened to this and this. The second one isn't a Dreamworks song, but Scary Bitches is such a good band and I want more people to know about them tbh. The first song also is not about me, as I am neither big nor chunky, but hey, who doesn't love someone who is big and chunky? I'm sure everyone can relate to that song as either the person singing or the person being sung to. Dividers made by @/cafekitsune.

Similarly to the last part, this fic is aimed at sort of anyone, but the reader's physical body has afab features. It's not really mentioned in this chapter, but it will come into serious play later.

TW for: lots of confusion, semi-shy reader, MORE creep behavior, a lot of introspection in this chapter, one (1) weird middle-aged man, reincarnation. These warnings will get worse, and this takes place when all characters are 18+.

Part 1 here!

Monday comes with the regular stress. You slept like a newborn and your new mom came over to congratulate you. She’s sweet, but her excitement was not contagious. If anything, it just stressed you out more. At least she made dinner when she came over. Always excellent when you don’t have to do that on your own. 

On Sunday, you make a night of getting ready for your doom tomorrow. Your agent sent you an email on Friday, including the shot location. 

Monday morning, you call up your new father, who apparently wakes up every morning at four to relax before he has to be productive, and he sends over Devin and a car to take you to the set. Devin, as it turns out, is an elderly man with cataracts and your father’s trusted chauffeur. You aren’t convinced as he takes turns way too hard, your cupcake-shaped backpack sliding on the back seat. When he drops you off, he hands you a hard candy and wishes you a good day before he takes off speeding. The candy looks like it’s older than you. You slip it in your pocket.

You imagine you’re lucky, since when you walk up to the tents, you don’t see Epel. You’re not ready for the rollercoaster of emotions he inspires in you. Instead is a group of three people around your age- college kids- and a grouchy-looking middle-aged man. You take a nervous seat on one of the nearby stools.

You were certain you’d been silent, but as soon as you’re settled, the whole groups’ heads snap to stare at you. A woman with ocean-green hair walks over and holds out her hand.

“My name isn’t important right now, ohmygod it’s so nice to meet you!” She squeals, shaking the everloving fuck out of your arm, “Oh, who am I kidding? My name is Belle!”

“Uh… nice to meet you, Belle?” You say, smiling awkwardly.

“Ahhh! You’re not mean at all! Those tabloids don’t know what they’re talking about. Who believes that greasy, gossipy shlock anyway, huh?” She talks a mile a minute.

Another woman with dark hair walks over, smiling somewhat awkwardly, “Belle, you’re scaring the poor thing. I’m Argon. Yes, like the gas. No, I don’t have IBS.”

You’re not sure why she decided to clarify that, but it’s not your problem. The third person and the middle-aged man stroll over. 

“I’m Starlo. You’ll be in these meaty paws today.” The middle aged man says. It’s not a pleasant introduction, and if anything, it makes you want to turn tail and run.

You nod along regardless, and the other man jabs out his hand, “Pepper.”

“It’s nice to meet all of you.” You say politely.

Belle drags you out of the stool and towards a trailer, the only one on the lot. She shoves you in and you feel the want to leave grow stronger.

She’s so bubbly. She talks fast and she talks with her hands, “This is you and Epel’s dressing room! I know it’s not ideal, so that’s why it’s got a divider. He’s a gentleman anyway, so it doesn’t matter, I’m sure. Starlo will be in shortly to do some makeup tests, and then once Epel gets here, we’ll go over the script and the visions we have, and then that’s all for today. I’m so excited to work with you guys. Oh! That’s right! We were gonna go to that traditional Scalding Sands place after we’re done here. I don’t have your contacts, but if you wanted to come along, that would be amazing. You seem so sweet.”

You’re legitimately unsure how to respond to any of that. She also seems very sweet, and you really don’t want to get stuck in a coffee shop with Epel afterwards. Unfortunately, as she was speaking, the devil himself showed up. You didn’t notice him at first, but you felt your skin crawl when he did. He's got his silky lavender hair pulled off of his shoulders in a little tail at the nape of his neck. You open your mouth to say that you’d love to get shawarma with this motley crew, but he beats you to it.

His pretty blue eyes never leave yours, “Oh, you’re just a peach for offering, but we’ve already got plans.”

Belle spins around to face him, screams, and swoons. You manage to stumble forward and catch her, and Epel’s smile drops as he slinks across the room, spins one of the crappy foldable chairs around, and plops himself into it, elegantly resting his ankle on his knee. For all of two minutes, he just stares at you as you lay Belle down, stuffing some fabrics under her feet, and fanning her face. 

When Belle comes to, his smile is back. She jumps to her feet and begins fawning over him, shaking his hand just as excitedly.

“Hi! I’m Belle! Oh, my god, you’re even prettier in person, and ooh, you smell so nice too.”

Epel laughs, but it doesn’t hit your ears right. Belle eats it up and you glance at the door. She’s got him distracted. It would be so easy just to leave, to feign an illness and walk to the nearest cornerstore so you could call a taxi or a rideshare.

You’re not lucky, though, as Starlo strolls in just as you’re about to go for the door, “Belle, what the hell are you doing? Argon and Pepper are waiting for you.”

She literally squeaks like a mouse and waves a quick goodbye. Starlo grabs you by the arm and deposits you in the other foldable metal chair, clearing his throat repeatedly as he pulls over a stool and drags out an industrial size makeup kit. 

The first makeup that he swatches both tingles and is way too light a color for your skin tone. You blink rapidly, unsure if you should say anything.

“You gonna get the same thing you always do?” Epel asks.

“What?” You turn your head to look at him.

He’s wearing a patient expression, but like always, it feels artificial. “From that bagel place.”

“Uh… I-I’m sorry?”

“I know you didn’t forget. I’m taking you to brunch after all this.”

“Uh… haha, yeah.” You don’t know what you always get from the bagel place.

Starlo daubs something else on your arm. It’s cold, but it looks really pretty on your skin.

The “you” that everyone has been expecting sounds like an outspoken, opinionated person who was consistently late or absent from various responsibilities, and if your new mom is anything to go by, neglecting their own health. You almost wish you had a bit more to go off so you could start acting like this you, but you’re not too keen on speaking your mind with people you don’t know. Your entire life has been hit with a cosmic “reset from most recent save” button, and if you dare to mention it to anyone, you’re in for a whole new set of problems.

Whatever Starlo just put on your arm burns. You yelp and jerk away, and he grabs your wrist. You think it’s instinctive, but his grip is nothing to sneeze at.

“What’s the matter?” Starlo asks.

“I- You’re crushing my wrist.” You mumble, “And I don’t know what that last one was, but it burned.”

“It burned?” He pulls out a bottle of the wrong shade of foundation and looks at it, “Huh. No wonder. Damn thing is expired.”

“Why are you even using that one?” Epel asks. Although his tone sounds innocent, the question is outright confrontational, “It’s way too dark.”

“Are you the makeup artist here, son?” Starlo shoots back.

“I usually do my own makeup. I know it’s not the same, but anyone with eyes can see that you’re going about your business the wrong way.”

You keep your lips sealed. What are you even supposed to say here? Other than that last product, he’s been fine. His hand on your wrist feels crushingly uncomfortable, of course, but he’s not doing any of this on purpose. You skimmed the script, but you’re not really sure what the story is about. It’s all of your jobs to try to make it come together, and if that means that you’re going to be wearing a foundation two shades too dark for you, then perhaps that’s what art is. As you were thinking, Starlo let go of your wrist in favor of getting in Epel’s face. 

“-no two-bit, fucking stuck up little prick like you is gonna tell me how to do my damn job. You understand?”

Epel is smiling sweetly even as the older man’s spittle is spraying him in the face. He stands up, and Starlo steps back, as though expecting Epel to start swinging. Instead, he walks over to you, grabs your hand ever so delicately. The contact makes your skin crawl as he yanks you to your feet.

“You should apologize before the two of us walk off set right now.” He said, still smiling.

You can’t just walk off set. You don’t think you can, at least. Your agent was so excited for the positive PR this would create, and this is genuinely not a big deal, “Wait-”

Starlo’s eyes narrow, and it hits you that maybe he sees what you see when you look at Epel. A two-faced creature masquerading as a man. You’ve seen one of his sides clearly, but you’re certain you haven’t seen all of the other one, even when he called you on Thursday. It’s like seeing someone standing at the end of a hallway with their back to you: the sight is enough to give you chills, but you aren’t able to see the knife that the person is holding in front of them. That sort of thing. You’re aware of the danger, but can’t comprehend the depth of it.

Despite all, Starlo acquiesces, showing his palms and shaking his head, “Yeah, I’m sorry. Doctor says I gotta work on my temper.”

“You do.” Epel responds flatly, releasing your hand and reclaiming his seat.

The rest of the test is short. Starlo is pretty competent, and he makes it quick and sweet.

That seems to be the theme for the rest of the day. Starlo remains in the trailer to dispose of a few expired things and note down what you had reactions to, while you and Epel meet up with Belle, Argon, and Pepper to talk about the short film.

It’s going to be a story of lovers, unfortunately, but you get to play the part of the dead one. The story goes that your and Epel’s characters came out here to camp, but you froze to death in the night. Epel returns to the campsite every year in your memory, and you return from the land of the dead in his. On the night shown in the film, you finally bump into each other, and through the emotional reunion, you spend one final night camping together.

Epel smiles and nods along with what the three film students say, all too eager to whisk you away as soon as the first shooting date is scheduled and you have an extra copy of the script in your sweaty hands. 

He drags you towards a very cute little compact car in candy apple red and opens the door for you. You don’t want to get in, but you also don’t want to call Devin. You take a seat and he closes the door. As you’re buckling up, he gets in the driver and starts the car, just sitting there for a second before he buckles and backs out of the lot, his arm on the back of your seat.

You look out the window and Epel grunts, his voice no longer sweet and charming and fake, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

You turn your head sharply, “What?”

He sighs, drumming his fingers on the wheel as he blinks. You wonder if he’ll leave it at that until later, and then he says, “You’ve been acting real weird. You been talking to someone?”

“What are you talking about?”

He narrows his eyes in a glance at you, and then he swerves the car in a wrong turn. “I think you know. People don’t change overnight. Where were you that week no one could get ahold of you?”

“I was… in my apartment?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. You’re in the city by now, the sun reflecting off of the skyscrapers’ windows in an aggressive manner, “And over the course of that week you decided you didn’t like being a bitch no more?”

“I don’t-”

“Every time I saw you, for years, it was the same thing.” He turns again, going in a circle around the block, “Same shit. Every day. Making fun of my upbringing, like I didn’t know you barely had one, calling me everything out of my name, and now suddenly you’re…”

His voice trails off. You contemplate throwing the door on your side open and jumping out of the car. You absolutely do not need this. You’re already stressed out.

“Well… suppose I shouldn’t complain. I do like you better this way.” He mutters. “But way back when, when you pulled shit like this, it was because you were plotting something. That your game now? You-”

“I… I’m sorry for being so mean to you in the past.” You’re not apologizing for anything you did, but you’re grasping aimlessly trying to de-escalate this one-sided conversation. He’s driving. If you don’t do something, he could decide to swerve off the road and kill you both, “There was no reason for it.”

He’s silent for a moment, and then he says, “That… means a lot. I already forgave you. Told myself I wouldn’t quit trying to be friends. Guess it paid off, huh? I’m sorry for getting angry when we talked, Thursday before last.”

You don’t like that at all. It sort of feels like he’s not saying everything, like you should know what he’s talking about. You don’t. You weren’t living in this body Thursday before last. You nod and look out the window, “Uh… I appreciate it.”

You don’t actually care, but you’re a good actor. You’ve already decided that you’re going to just go along with Epel’s brunch and then you’re going to pretend he doesn’t exist outside of work. Frankly you’re unsure why the person who used to live in this body had his number or interacted with him for years, evidently.

Epel parks and you have a minor crisis as you try to figure out what you typically get from this bagel shop. It doesn’t matter anyway, since he orders you a large caramel iced coffee and a blueberry bagel with cream cheese. That’s such a basic order, but it’s simple enough to be good. You sit quietly and eat, not interested in making conversation.

Epel clears his throat. He’s quiet, but he’s talking in that schooled version of his voice again, “You ever hear back from that breeder?”

“Uh… the what?” You narrow your eyes.

Epel is leaning on his hand, a sweet little smile on his lips as he looks at you. Seven, you want him to look away, “The sphynx cats. You said you sent them an email a while ago during that meeting we had with Mirelle after our big public argument.”

“Oh. I haven’t checked.” You didn’t know you should have. You take a sip of the iced coffee and look out the window.

Epel hums and a stranger walks over, grinning, “Oh my goodness! It’s actually you! Can I have your autograph, Mr. Felmier?”

“Oh, just Epel is fine. Sure!” He’s all smiles as he interacts with the fan, but as soon as they’re gone, his face falls and he nudges your hand, “C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

“O-oh, no, that’s alright-”

“You want to make another big scene?”

You force a smile and grab your iced coffee, following after Epel. He nudges your hand with his own, but you pull your hand away, covering it up with adjusting your clothes and holding your nearly empty coffee cup with both hands. Your hands are slick with more than just condensation.

You’re all too aware of your surroundings, especially the way that he somehow knows the key code to the door of your apartment building to get you in without a fob. You pause in the lobby.

“Thanks so much for walking me back, Epel. See you tomorrow.” You smile and turn to walk towards the stairs.

Epel grabs the back of your shirt and tugs you back a bit. You stumble against him and he frowns at you.

His expression should tug at your heartstrings, and yet… “You’re not gonna invite me up?”

This poses a dilemma. There are a few people watching this interaction. You can’t afford to make any type of scene, but you absolutely do not want to be alone with him. While you don’t know him well, your body does. Something also tells you that he’s a bit of a danger to be around in general. Call it a gut instinct.

“Uh… Well, maybe you could walk me to my door?” You have no intention of letting him in your apartment.

His eyes narrow ever so slightly, but he smiles regardless, and loops his hand through your sweaty one, strolling confidently towards the stairs.

About as soon as he lets go of your hand to ascend the stairs, you bolt up the stairs, your palms slapping against the dirty concrete to keep you from bashing your face. You’re glad you didn’t wear pumps today as you get to the third floor, careening down the hallway and fumbling your keys as you shakily unlock the door. You lock it behind you, slumping to the floor.

Tomorrow is gonna suck absolute ass for you.

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Cold

Grumpy simon smut

Here you go since I’m bad at writing smut without plot like gr anyway I think this is cute he’s kinda jealous a bit grumpy

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“So? Are you in?”

“…”

“Yes.”

“Good, you leave tomorrow. 6 am.”

…

That’s how I found myself on a helicopter in the early morning, being transferred to the base where task force 141 resides.

I stared out the window quietly, since I’d run out of things to talk about with the pilot. I see a large building come into view as we slowly start to descend.

The heli lands and I grab onto my large duffel bag, swinging it over my shoulder. I look over our surroundings and see four men standing in the distance. I recognize only one, captain price.

I step out and walk over towards the group, a smile on my face.

“Hi, I’m Alessandra.” I say as I look between them. “John price, I’ve heard about you, laswell

Says your one hell of a shot.” He smiles at me and I only nod along.

“Soap, you can call me John if ya like lass.” He says with a grin spread across his face, I can’t help but notice his hair, which is cut into a Mohawk. I smile at the friendly man and shake his hand.

“I’m Kyle, team calls me Gaz though.” He nods at me before crossing his arms.

I look over to the last man who stays silent before Soap speaks up. “This here is si-“

“Ghost.” He says cutting off soap. I nod and give him a small smile.

The walk me through the base and what missions may come up soon, before dropping me off at my room and letting me settle in.

I place the few items I have around the rooms before smiling to myself and exiting. I wander down the hallway to where I remember the kitchen was.

It smells good?

I walk in and see price in the kitchen, storing something in a pot. “Ooh what are you makin?” I ask curiously as I take a seat at the kitchen counter.

“Chilli, perfect for winter, no?” He glances at me and I nod. I turn my head as soap walks into the kitchen “he says it’s world famous” he grins “honestly he probably stole the recipe from some old woman” he says making me laugh.

Price serves us a bowl of chilli and a piece of bread on the side. I begin eating when I look around and notice Ghost is absent from the table.

Gaz must have noticed me looking around as he speaks up. “Doesn’t like to eat around new people” he shrugs “don’t take it personal” he says with a friendly smile.

We all finished our food and have moved onto to board games, which I have to say i am the best at by far.

We’re playing charades, which Ghost has decided to not show up for either.

I was partnered with soap, and we were winning by a lot.

“Okay three words.” Gaz nods at the captain “first word.” He starts waving his arms around like a distressed seagull.

“Uh..windmill” He shakes his head and starts doing the motion again. “Damn, uh..” the timer goes off and soap and I cheer.

“It was flying a kite! I was trying to do a flying motion like a chicken” he puts his head in his hands dramatically.

“Chickens are horrible at flying idiot!” Price shouts before we all burst out into laughter, soap practically falling to the floor.

We play a few more rounds before calling it a night and everyone starts to head off to bed.

I’m waking down the hallway as I hear price call out to me, I turn to look at him.

“So you know, you’ll be shadowing Ghost tomorrow. Just to get a feel of things round here.” He says before patting my shoulder and heading off somewhere.

I head off to bed, practically falling asleep as soon as my face hits the pillow.

…

I’ve been looking for a Ghost for a while now, since I was supposed to shadow him. But he really lives up to his name since he is nowhere to be found.

I reach a shooting range which seems to be empty until I spot him at the very last lane. I walk inside and stand a few feet away.

He puts his gun down and turns to face me, somehow sending I was there..

He gives me a blank look probably wondering what I was doing but not saying anything.

“Price said I would shadow you today, to get a feel for things I guess?” I say as he only sighs and starts to put his gun away.

“So where are we going? Do you have to do much around here or is it more like waiting for the next mission?” I wonder out loud as he stays silent which urges me to talk more.

“And about the mission, how do you guys plan them? Or is it price who does most of it and then you guys kinda just follow the plan.” I say not even facing him anymore as I ramble on.

“Jesus..” I hear him mumble under his breath as he starts to walk out of the room. “Hey! Where are you going lieutenant?” I ask as I trail behind him.

He walks down a long hallway, a few soldiers passing by us and giving him a nod. I look around curiously, not having yet explored this part of the base.

I follow him into a room at the end of the hall, which starts to look more like a office the more I glance around.

As soon as I fully step inside he’s slamming me against the door and locking it. “Don’t know how to be quiet, huh?” He asks as he pins my arms above my head.

I can only sit there and stare at him, fully at a loss for words.

“Acting all friendly with everyone, don’t you know when to shut up? Don’t you notice all the people eyeing you.” He says in a cold tone as his face is inches away from mine.

“Need someone to teach ya?” He stares me dead in the eyes. I nod my head at him slowly.

“Words sweetheart, words.” He mumbles as he looks down at me. “Yes..”

“Yes what?” He asks teasingly “yes..please.” I swear a see a smirk under that mask.

“That’s better.” He mutters before slowly lowering his head and lifting his mask just enough to show his lips. He kisses along my neck sloppily, leaving hickeys all over the place.

I let out small whimpers, trying to stay quiet in case anyone decides to walk by here. His hands roam down to my waist and gives it a little squeeze before he’s picking me up and putting me back down on his desk.

He slowly reaches down to my pants, harshly pulling them down without any warning. His hands find the hem of my panties and he tugs on them before looking up to me, seemingly for permission. I nod at him eagerly as he drops the to the floor, letting them fall in some unknown corner.

I hear heavy breathing and the sound of his belt clanging as he moves to undo it. His pants drop along with his boxers.

I look down and damn.

He moves closer, holding onto my thighs with his large hands. He lines it up with my entrance and slowly starts to push in, giving me a few seconds to adjust.

I let out whimpers and moans at the feeling of him inside, which only seems to feed his ego and make him more eager.

He starts to move, his pace slow at first. “Fuck, so tight..” he mumbles into my neck as he thrusts faster. “Doing so good f’me”

His hips rocks into me, pounding harder until I can practically feel his tip in my stomach. I let out loud moans at the feeling.

“Gotta stay quiet sweetheart, yeah?” I bite down onto my lip, trying to keep any sounds inside. He moves relentlessly, practically feral.

“Gho..” my voice is hoarse as I speak.

“Hm?” He says breathlessly. “M’ so close..gonna cum..” I whine into his shoulder. “Fuck, fuck..gonna cum for me? For your lieutenant?” He grunts into my ear as I only nod at him eagerly.

He holds onto my thighs harshly as I feel the waves of my orgasm hit me, hard. My legs shake a little but he holds them down, as he cums right after me.

“Think ya can give me one more?” He says cockily before he starts pounding into me again. I let out whines as he only goes harder this time.

“S’too much..” I moan out “you can do it, you’re doing so good.” He encourages as his hands find my waist and he clamps down on it.

“Fuck, gonna leave marks all over your body.” He grumbles “everyone will know who you belong to then.”

I stay silent, too lost in the pleasure he’s giving me to respond. I feel myself once again reaching a high and my hands find his back, probably leaving marks all over.

“You close?” He asks and I nod eagerly. I open my mouth a little as the feeling in my stomach rises. “You wanna cum?” He asks “yes!” I practically shout. “say your mine then.” He says coldly.

“I’m..yours, please..” I pant out as his grip on my waist tightens “good girl, so good f’me.” He says as I come undone on his cock.

Heavy breathing fills the room as he holds onto me tightly. Letting me relax in his arms before pulling out.

“Tired?” He ask softly and I nod against him. He picks me up and dresses me before leading me to my room and letting me fall asleep on his chest.

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[conniesanchor]

state of grace: chapter one— all we know is touch and go.

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a/n; hi! welcome to the first fic of this four (?) part series. i just got this random idea when i was listening to taylor swift. like and reblog if you enjoy it!

you weren't sure why, but for some reason, spiderman has chosen you as his go-to doctor. so when you heard tapping on your window at two in the morning, you weren't shocked to see a masked man on the other side of it. it was almost an every night thing. he would come to your house, leave his mask on, have you clean up the wounds on his stomach, and leave.

you didn't know who he was. you had never seen his face, you didn't know what color his eyes were, you knew he had brown hair but only because of his happy trail that you saw every time you cleaned him up. he knew your name, you weren't sure you would ever find out his.

opening the window, you frowned. he was having a hard time coming in on his own, so you reached out your hand for his gloved one. the masked man gladly accepted, and you pulled him in with all of your strength. "bad night?" you asked him, a small smile on your face.

"it was alright. sorry it's so late. did i wake you?" he asked.

you shook your head, "actually, no. i was up reading. i couldn't sleep.”

his head tilted, "aww, were you worried about me?" he teased but was immediately regretting it when he winced right after.

you were. "is your neck alright?" you ask, concerned it was more than just a scratch this time.

he nodded, "just a cut, nothing big, sweetheart." it wasn't until you met him that you realized you could fall in love with someone without even knowing who they were.

"o-okay," you stuttered, "let’s get you cleaned up.”

"no. no, i'm alright. i just wanted to see you." he said. you couldn't see his face, but you could hear him smile.

your head tilted in confusion, "but you looked hurt when you came in.”

he laughed, "i hit my knee, y/n. it’ll be better by tomorrow.”

"okay. then why did you want to see me?”

"i don't know. just wanted to hear your voice. talk to me," he requested, sitting down on your bed. you had never asked the masked man to reveal his identity. you never tried to get him to take his mask off in order to clean him up. you wanted him to trust you enough to do it on his own. you think that should end tonight. "hey, come on. what are you thinking about?”

"why can't i know who you are?" you knew him. you knew his touch, you knew his body, and you knew his laugh. you just didn't know who he was, and curiosity was killing you.

he breathed in, "well. if you knew who i was, then people who wanted to hurt me would hurt you. if something happened to you, i wouldn't know what to do." he spoke to you softly.

you sat down next to him, "yeah, but i can handle myself, spidey. why can't you just take your mask off?”

"i know you can handle yourself, but i can't put you in danger, sweetheart."

"see, that! you say that i can't know who you are, but then you go on flirting with me, expecting me not to be curious. how is that fair?" you question, raising your voice slightly.

spiderman stood up, "y/n, will you please just take a breath for me? i can't expose you to the risk, okay? i would love for you to know who i am, but i care about you too much for you to get hurt because of who i am." he explained.

"i just want to know who you are. why is it so hard for you to tell me.”

the boy was getting frustrated now, "i don't understand why this is all of a sudden a problem. i’ve known you for almost a year now, and you just now have a problem with it. jesus christ, i’m trying to keep you safe." it was his turn to raise his voice, and you didn't like it at all.

you stood up and opened your window, letting the cold outside air in, "i’d like you to leave now, please.”

"sweetheart..." he trailed off, reaching out to you. your eyes filled with tears, “please don't cry,” he begged, “i'm sorry i snapped at you, i am-”

you cut him off, “i don't know why you don't trust me enough to tell me. i won't tell anyone, i promise” your voice was cracking and the tears that were previously welling in your eyes were now streaming down your cheeks.

he takes a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm down, “it's not that i don't trust you, okay? i do… okay? i swear i do. i also care about you, though. i know that you can handle yourself, but i can barely beat the people that hate me,” he takes your hand. “eventually, when i know i can keep you safe, i’ll tell you. then, when you know who i am, i’ll ask you to be my girlfriend and we can live happily ever after.”

you take your hand back, “i don't want that, spidey. i want you to trust-”

you were cut off by the mystery man's loud, rough voice, “it’s not that i don't fucking trust you, y/n. why can't you just see that? i mean seriously, i come here because i care about you, i come here because i trust you, and you won't believe me when i say that,” he stops for a minute to catch his breath, “i don't understand, y/n, seriously.” you flinch backwards, “i’m sorry, sweetheart. i’m sorry.”

you shake your head, walking toward the window, “please leave, spidey. please.” you speak, wiping the tears off your face.

“y/n, i’m sorry.” he begs, desperate to go back to five minutes ago before you were mad at him. “please just forget it all happened.”

“take off your mask.” you demand, not willing to hear him out. he looks down and you know his answer.

“then get out.”

next part

[archangeldyke-all]

HOTCHAT WITH SEV

ok.. so i was not familiar with the phrase 'hot chat' but after a brief trip to urban dictornary i found out it's like dirty talk? i hope this is correct lol. am i just completely clueless to today's lingo or is this phrase specific to a regional or ethnic dialect? idk. but i hope i got it right! thanks for the request anon :)

men and minors dni

sevika's staying late at work tonight. she told you not to wait up for her, that she'd be in the office until the early hours of the morning. you would have huffed and puffed, but sevika promised that tonight was the last night of her horrible end of year workload. with that in mind, you let her off the hook and fell asleep alone.

when your phone's ringtone wakes you up at four in the morning and sevika's still not home, you start to worry. you scramble for your phone, answering it in a flash when you see sevika's name.

"sev? you okay?" you ask.

"i'm okay baby, don't worry." she says, her voice low.

"you still at work?" you ask, settling back into bed now that you know she's okay.

"yeah. don't think i'm gonna make it home tonight, honey." sevika's grunts out. you can tell she's tired from how rumbly and low her voice is. you pout.

"sevika--"

"i know i know, but i'll be done after tomorrow and we had to schedule an emergency meeting with our associates over seas so--"

"it's fine baby. i just miss you." you whisper, your eyes heavy. you snuggle against sevika's pillow, inhaling her scent.

"i miss you too." sevika says with a sigh. you cuddle into the pillow, ready for sevika to talk you to sleep like she often does on nights she can't be beside you. your eyes drift shut, and you focus on the sound of your wife's breath down the line, matching your pace to it.

you blink awake. sevika was-- huffing. little tiny huffs that you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't listening. you bite your lip.

you clear your throat to put on your sexy voice', and purr, "'s that why you called me, baby? 'cause you miss me?" sevika chokes down the line.

"y-yeah."

"are you the last one workin' or are you just hopin' nobody walks in on you with your hands down your pants?" you ask. sevika whimpers.

"alone. finally." you laugh.

"you've been waiting?" you say, flopping on your back, reaching up to tweak your nipple.

"yeah." she grunts.

"tell me how you're touchin' yourself." you demand. sevika gulps.

"just-- just my fingers on my clit. under my pants." you bite your lip.

"what are you thinkin' about?" you ask. sevika huffs.

"you, dumbass." you giggle, reaching your hand down to push your sleep shorts off, kicking them to the side and teasing you clit with a gentle touch.

"where's your imagination, baby?" you tease. "what about me."

"just-- shut up!" she says. you laugh.

"you don't want me to shut up thouhg, because then i won't be able to tell you ive got a finger in my cunt and it's clenching so hard. wish it was you though."

there's a clatter, then a faint curse, then a muffled crackle followed by sevika's "sorry-- dropped the phone." you giggle.

"fuck sev. can't believe you're not here. 'm fuckin ovulating, you know, just soaking wet all the time. my tits are so sore too, you could probably make me cum just touchin' em'--"

"fuck, baby, don't tell me that--"

"--mm but just imagine how good and wet and hot i'll be around you when you get home tomorrow night--"

"--gonna fuck you for hours--"

"--yeah?"

"yeah."

"mmh. can't fuckin' wait." down the line, you can hear sevika huffing and grunting, and a faint wet sound.

"what, you're just gonna show up to your meeting with your pants soaked?" you ask. sevika moans.

"fuck off."

"you like it." you say, laughing. sevika curses.

"i'm gonna cum, baby." she says. "fuckin' wish i was there. god i wish i could taste you right now-- fuck i'm..."

"cum for me sev!" you gasp out, your own orgasm washing over you.

she gasps, then lets out a long "shhhhhit!"

you cum at the sound of her.

you're both silent as you catch your breath, three minutes of heavy breathing into the phone. but finally, sevika chuckles and clears her throat.

"you've got no idea what you're in for once i get home." she says. you giggle, sleepy and bubbly.

"good luck at work baby."

"thanks.

"what time's your meeting?" you ask.

"six thirty." you pout. "goodnight honey."

"night sev."

before you fall asleep, you set an alarm for six twenty nine.

an hour and a half later, when your alarm goes off, you tug your shirt up over your tits and open the camera on your phone, pointing it down at you and snapping a quick picture. you send it off to sevika with a caption. whatever u do, dont think about my tits during ur meeting

as she sets up the confrence room and checks the internet connection to prepare for the international video call, sevika gets a text on her phone. she glances down at it, expecting a sudden time change or cancellation. when she sees your tits and your caption, she chokes on her coffee. i'm gonna kill you when i get home.

as silco walks into the room for the meeting, she reaches down to silence her phone. right before she slips it back in her pocket, she sees your response silently flash up at her. cant wait ;)

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