#if you want to ever whiteboard with me just ask i would love to

[sproutastronaut]

HELLOO!!!!! first tumblr post this is crazy!!!!

my name is Sprout, and I mainly draw ocs, jrwi fanart and qsmp fanart!

HERE'S MY MOST RECENT JRWI ART

[greynatomy]

love in silence

fridolina rolfö x reader

the fluffiest fluff i’ve ever written

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Still out because of her injury, Fridolina strolled through the streets of Barcelona. A few minutes into her stroll, she comes across a bakery she hadn’t seen before. Quite hungry, she walks through the inviting open door.

Walking in, she takes some time to look around, seeing how beautifully it was decorated. Stepping up to the counter, she finds someone with her back turned to her, kneading some dough. Clearing her throat, she sees that no one has noticed her presence, but sees a button on the counter.

Press ‘here’ for help.

She presses it and the lights flicker on and off three times. The person who was kneading the dough turned around to face Frido and she swore that she felt her heart skip a bit.

As she stared at you frozen, she didn’t realize that you’ve just been standing in front of her waiting.

“Oh, sorry. Could I please have a, uh…”

You cut her off by waving a hand in her face. She gave you a look, but made sure she knew you were apologetic. Turning your head to the side, you point to your ears, signing how they don’t work and placing a whiteboard and marker in front of her. With an awkward smile, Frido writes down her order and takes a seat at a table by a window.

It was a slow morning so when you weren’t doing any baking, Frido invited you over to sit with her. Communication was difficult, but you’ve both made it work.

Over the course of the week, Frido has kept coming by in the mornings for one of her favorite pastries and definitely not because she wanted to see you. She would sometimes join you in the kitchen, helping— rather trying to craft some of the intricate desserts that you make daily.

Days turned into weeks and in those weeks you could only grow closer to the Swede. You’ve been trying to teach her some signs and she has picked it up fairly quickly. What you didn’t know was that Frido had started taking some lessons on the side, wanting to be able to communicate entirely without the board.

It was three months since the first time Frido had asked you on a date, making a cute little poster board. You’ve been going on dates ever since, most was at each other’s places or your bakery, baking being both of your favorite things to do together.

Today, today Frido was going to take you out on a very special date. Standing in front of your front door, bouquet of flowers in hand, she rings the doorbell.

You were standing in front of your bathroom mirror, touching up your makeup when the lights flickered. Finishing up, you rush to the front door and open it revealing Frido. She hands you the bouquet of flowers which you held up to your face to smell, giving her a big smile.

She leads you to the car, opening the passenger door for you, giving her a kiss on the cheek as a thank you. Blushing, Frido hurriedly walks around to the driver’s side and starting the drive to the destination.

The drive was filled music, the feeling of the bass and the way Frido held your hand kisses it every now and then relaxes you from the mystery of the destination ahead. Completely oblivious to it, Frido is nervous to what’s about to come, hoping it completely goes according to plan.

The car stopping makes you look towards her, sending her a smile that makes her swoon. Taking your hand as you step out of the vehicle, she leads you to a small clearing, a picknick is set up with your favorite little desserts and food.

Looking at Frido in question, she just gives you a reassuring smile in return. You take a seat and she sits on the opposite side of the blanket. You notice her figiting a bit, so you grab her hand to comfort her. Giving it a few squeezes, she lets go, taking a few deep breaths.

“Okay. I have been practicing for a long time so I hope I don’t mess up too bad.” You eyes widen when you see Frido sign to you. “I’ve really enjoyed spending and I cannot stop thinking about you. The past few months of us going on dates made me realize that it’s something I want to keep experiencing with you.” Fridolina’s heart is pounding. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You soften at her words and the sight of her signing to you melts your heart.

“Frido, I can’t believe this.” You sign back slowly, Frido nodding in understanding. “I’ve enjoyed all of our time together too and would love to be your girlfriend.”

Frido quickly gets up and ‘round to where you sat, bringing you into her arms.

“You’re my girlfriend.”

“I am.”

“Oh my god! You’re my girlfriend!”

She wraps her arms around your waist, yours going over her shoulders as she spins you both in circles.

“You’re mine.” She whispers to herself in shock.

Putting you down on your feet, she places her hands on both side of you face, eyes switching from your lips to you eyes, silently asking for permission. All you do is go up on your toes, lips meeting in a fervent kiss.

Time stood still, heartbeats beating as one as you and Frido express your love through this one kiss.

[opultea]

Abnormal Love Languages

Genshin men with weird ways of expressing their love for you - Gender Neutral Reader (No Pronouns) - SFW - Romantic - Fluff/Crack

ft. Alhaitham, Wanderer, Heizou, Tighnari, Dottore

Alhaitham

The Scribe of the Akademiya, a renowned scholar, and a totally awkward boyfriend

So what does this intelligent, well-known, socially unaware man do when he wants to show you he loves you?

Infodumping

Knows a lot and makes sure you know it too

If he fell in love with you that means he respects your intelligence and curiosity enough to find interest in your company

So whenever he's on the couch with a new book on Theoretical Quantum Mechanics, he will be reciting the facts to you as if he's doing an oral presentation

Alhatiham keeps one of those big rolly whiteboards in his house (usually used to lecture Kaveh) and you know that when he pulls it out then it is officially date night

He pours you both a glass of wine for a nice candlelit dinner, but then you ask him about his new book and suddenly it's a romantic candlelit lecture

Lucky you find his intelligence attractive ;)))

If you ever need gift ideas for him just get a pack of multicoloured whiteboard markers, he always needs new ones

Even though you might end up regretting enabling his little habit

Wanderer

Traumatised Tsundere (TM)

Has never wanted anything more than to be loved the way he observed in humans, but has always believed he could never be loved in any way. It has only been proven to him that it isn't possible

So he protects himself from rejection by teasing and swatting you away, almost trying to make you hate him so he can at least expect what reactions to get from you

He views it as safe, he knows how humans are when they are angry and hateful, he's experienced it firsthand, so he knows what will come of it

Even though he's secretly saddened by feeling like he has to hurt you

So when you respond to him bonking your head with laughter and a smile brighter than he's seen on anyone in his direct presence before, it startles him

When he pushes your face away with his hand and you retaliate by latching onto his arm he freezes (Wanderer.exe has stopped working)

Calls you stupid and insults your survival instincts

"Honestly, if a complete stranger were to push you away like this, would you still clutch their arm like a lost puppy? How absurd, you obviously couldn't survive without me protecting you, since you evidently can't tell good intentions from bad ones,"

Then you pout and tell him that of course you don't do this with other people, you do it because it's him!

He stops working again

Shoves you to the ground to avoid you seeing how red his face is

Heizou

Riddles and puzzles/tries to quiz you by making you help him solve a case

Brings you to crime scenes even though you are not a detective and definitely aren't allowed to be there just so he can test your skills

"So, what can you gather from this crime scene? This case isn't particularly difficult, so I have no doubt you'll be chasing down the perp in no time,"

Honestly your whole relationship is like an escape room

You want to get into your house but forgot your key? Well knock in morse code and maybe Heizou will let you in

You want to have a nice lunch date with your boyfriend? Well you best be prepared for an intense game of shogi while you eat

You want Heizou to pass you a pen? Well first you must answer these questions three!

But seriously, he makes it fun for you and makes sure to let you know that it’s his way of telling you how much he respects you and he values your input and intelligence

Tighnari

As an Amurta scholar and a forest watcher who has seen way too many cases of mushroom-based food poisoning, Tighnari has learnt to be prepared to dish out medical treatment

So if you cough even once, or sneeze in his presence, Tighnari will begin an impromptu check-up to ensure you're still feeling your best

You try telling him you're fine, people sneeze all the time without being sick, but he just scolds you even more for thinking you could get away without him making sure you're alright

"Don't be so proud, you idiot. What am I going to do with you if you go and get sick?"

Tighnari would hate if you fell ill under his careful watch, but if you do get sick or injure yourself, prepare for a two hour lecture and a bowl of fresh creamy mushroom stew to help you get back into tiptop shape

He's usually incredibly busy with his forest watcher duties, but will somehow almost never leave your side if he's tending to you

When you aren't sick, he makes sure you're eating well, going so far as to prepare your meals or make a nutrition table based on the vitamins he thinks you need more of

Always reminds you to drink water and take any medication you need, your health is his top priority

Dottore

Psychopath (Endearing)

Takes x-rays of you just to admire your lovely bone structure and hangs them up around your shared bedroom as if they're regular date pictures

He loves to have you sit in his lap as he caresses your body and coos at your flesh, whispering sweet nothings in his suavest voice about your organs, and telling you what a strong heart you must have because he can feel it through your shirt

Unwinding with Dottore almost always goes this way, with you getting a shower of what you're pretty sure are compliments about your internal systems and physical attributes

He once shocked you with a mini electric buzzer just to see your central nervous system go off. You were naturally quite annoyed about it but he just shrugged it off, claiming that he just loved to see your body at work, although he never did it again

His doctor brain never turns off, so be prepared to have his fingers in your mouth as he goes on about what wonderful teeth you have

It certainly makes you feel... special

You should feel special, he definitely doesn't do this with anyone else

Dottore is so enchanted by your being that he grows human organs in his lab that are exactly the size and shape of yours, saying it's so you can see for yourself just how beautiful you are

[mahboimahboi]

TEACHER'S PET x M!Reader (featuring Actor Mackenyu)

Smut (⚠️)

"Yo, our P.E Teacher is so fucking capital H-O-T. Do you think he's married?" You nudged your seatmate, eyes lingering towards the instructor who was standing at the front while he wrote some very important notes on the whiteboard. 'Damn, even the marker look so small in his hand', you thought to yourself, too lost in your thought. It was never your intention to especially fall in love with a teacher, let alone someone who's really strict, but it was the way how he looks so above average than the rest of the teachers in the school. He's so out of this world and looked as though he came straight out of a comic book. Oh, and let's not forget the biceps and the strong arms. He's just so ethereal.

"That's what I've heard," You got snapped out of your trance and looked at your classmate confused. She sighs and stops from listening to the lesson for a minute and turns to you, knowing you were once again daydreaming about the instructor who's literally a whole lotta years older than you. "I mean, I've heard that he's a married man and has a child. So, if i were you, I'd stop sending heart eyes to him, unless you want to get fucking obliterated by his wife." She deadpanned.

"Oh, well—"

"Mr. L/N. Yes, I'd really be glad if you'd come visit me in my office after our class." Your instrutor said, fixing the glasses he had on, before he looks towards you and eyes you. "Don't think I haven't caught you not paying any attention to my class. All you did is disturb your classmate. I can't tolerate that." He let out with a deep, authoritative voice. It sent shivers down your spine and you swore you felt yourself go pale at the sight of his tiger eyes eyeing you down with anger.

"Y-Yes, sir Maeda." You stammered, not even daring to look at his eyes. With all the times he taught the class, this is the only time he called your attention out for not listening to the class. You are finally at the last strike. Only for this specific teacher, you wanted to be seen as a good student. One who studies and does well in class to impress your instructor, but all you ever did so far was to irritate the male. So much for a good impression. Embarrassed, you buried your head in your arms, wanting to just vanish.

Later, after your class session with Mr. Maeda ended, the instructor gestures with his eyes for you to follow him to his office. You did as you are told, hanging your head low, ashamed of yourself. Usually, Mr. Maeda would talk to you about important stuff, but now it is rather silent and... awkward. The rest of the walk was quiet, too much that it was deafening.

Once you both arrive at his office, he lets you in first, looking up at him only to see him raise a brow at you. You squeaked in fear and entered the room quickly, scared with what he had in plan for you. "Mr. L/N. Your attitude in class is getting out of hand." Mr. Maeda starts, his voice low as he puts his books on his table before sitting down his swivel chair. "It's quite disrespectful staring at your teacher with so much going on inside your head." Hearing those words, you hesitantly look up to see the adult male with a smirk on his handsome face. He tilts his head to the side, then stands up from his seat and slowly starts striding his way towards you. "Tell me, what goes on in your head during my class... Y/N?" His voice came out like a slither, a spell from a book that entranced you.

You swallowed the huge lump that formed in your throat, looking away from the male. The male scoffs, leaning on the edge of his table, now stood in front of you, crossing his arms. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Y/N. Haven't I taught you proper respect enough?" You stayed silent, but you could already feel yourself start to get hard. You subtly moved your hands to cover your erection that made an obvious tent on your pants. "Well, look who got excited." He mocked. "Y/N. While I'm asking nicely, answer me."

"I-It's... too absurd." You answered him, but the other male was unfazed.

"Well, I don't care how absurd it is." But then, a bright idea flickers in his head and a soft chuckle moves past his lips. "Alright, if you're afraid to tell me," He trailed off, moving towards you. He sat down beside you, enticingly spreading his legs open and whispering to your ear. "Why don't you show me?" His smirk grows wider, when he notices the red color on your face.

You covered your ears and moved away as far as you can from him. "S-Sir. I mustn't. You have a child and a wife. I can't simply—"

"Who told you that?" He asks you, his voice stern and sounded frustrated. You didn't say a word. "Y/N, I'm starting to get fucking bored." You started to think about it, whether or not you'd take the opportunity, but the fact that he never confirmed whether or not what you heard is true, scares you and it isn't just right.

In the end, it only took one forceful and lust-filled kiss that was initiated by Mackenyu who had one hand behind your neck. At first, shock was the only thing you felt, before the male started to feel you up and down your waist. This wasn't right. It didn't feel right at all, but why did it feel so good at the same time? You, soon melt into the kiss and start kissing him back lavishly, following the same rhythm.

Much to the male's surprise, he didn't know you were that easy of a prey and he was a predator, ready to eat the result of his hunt. Too high in the clouds and your head filled with lust, you made your way to ride on his thighs, being careful not to break the kiss. Mackenyu notices how you still looked a little hesitant. Wanting to help, he pulls away and puts his hands on both sides of your hips. "Listen, Y/N. Don't believe everything you've heard about me. You're getting too stiff for me to handle." You blushed at his words, then nodded your head in reply. "That's a good boy." He commented, before pushing his lips back to yours.

Your bottom felt a slight poke, catching your attention. You pulled away from the other male, watching you start to stroke him. "Whatever you want, doll." He smirks.

You got down to your knees, feeling the warmth he gave off. Hurriedly, you unzip the zipper to his pants only to realize that he wore no under garments underneath, turning you on even more. Due to his tight pants and the girth of his cock, the button pops off, almost hitting you on the forehead. "Oh my, sir. I've always imagined just how big you are." You stated, smirking proudly to yourself now that you've finally made a dream come true.

The male groans and puts his hand on top of your head as you desperately wrap your lips around his cock. Mackenyu lets out a breathy moan, pushing his head back as he lets you do your own thing. It felt good to know a person is very skilled with their mouth. "Fuck, doll. You're making me feel so good." He hums in pure bliss, standing up as he takes a hold of your head and starts fucking your mouth out with his dick, surprising you. Fortunately, you have trained yourself enough to get through a rough mouth-fucking, but the taller male's size is a lot larger than what you've thought. You took it good, though and it was enough for Mackenyu who looked like he was having the time of his life. "Holy shit. Fuck." He grunts, biting on his lip.

This went on for a few minutes, before his thrusts started to get sloppy, indicating that he was near his climax. He doesn't say a word or heads up, only shocking you when he buries his thick cock in your throat and finishes. "FUCK!" He moans out with his mouth left hanging open, convulsing in place.

He gives your mouth a few more thrusts to ride out his high, before pulling out and taking out spare pants from his drawer. "Haven't felt that good for so long, no rather, at all." He told you, yet you are still in a daze with what just happened, smiling to yourself. "I don't think you'd want this to be the first and last, right, Y/N?" He asks you in a sultry voice.

"No, sir." You let out making the teacher smirk in success. You pass out in his office room and the male lifts you into his arms and puts you down on a bench near his desk where you can rest comfortably.

"Good pet." He laughs softly, before he goes out of his office and moves to his next class.

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Ramshackle Family PowerPoint Night Slumber Party Headcanons

Masterlist

Bonus: First years

Sleepovers at Ramshackle are common but one day you decided to spice things up by having a powerpoint night party

You told Ace and Deuce your idea on Monday so that they had enough time to prepare for Friday.

The party begins in the afternoon and the three of you start baking all sorts of treats in the kitchen like cookies and brownies before you get changed into your pyjamas

Deuce: 

His are really simple but bless him he worked so hard

He gets super into his and gets all animated and excited 

He loves it when you ask questions 

His slides are very neat, like one or two bullet points at most with a few pictures. He uses a baby blue background with standard black text. 

“I didn’t want to make it hard to read” ♡

Ace: 

Ace is what happens when a primary schooler is introduced to powerpoint for the first time

Every single transition and animation is used. He uses those cool font sites to make gif fonts that are going on every slide. It looks like a party popper exploded all over it. Each slide is a different garish colour. ‘Body text’? What’s that? Word art and word art only is his text

His presentations are either typical meme stuff like playing smash or pass with smash bros. characters or they’re the saltiest roasts you’ve ever heard

Yes, the last one was specifically made for you. He loves you dearly and has noticed that you’ve been on the receiving end of many a wandering eye. Prefect, you could do so much better

Grim

Since he’s baby™ he can’t make a powerpoint so he just has a whiteboard with the words ‘BUY ME MORE TUNA’ scribbled on

I’m not going to do the reader’s slides to make it more general but when it’s your turn to present you bet that it would be dead silent. If Ace so much as coughs, Deuce is decking him with a pillow.

After powerpoint night has ended, you play other games like those random Kahoot quizzes, charades with the ghosts, board and card games etc.

You even assemble a blanket fort that takes half an hour longer because of a pillow fight Ace instigated 

You all decide to do it again next week

[oneshotnewbie]

𝐵𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠

𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐁𝐈'𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.

ᕚ---ᕘ

Emily Prentiss stood at the door of the office where you always retreated to go over your ideas for a new case before presenting them to your team, her hand shaking as she hesitantly grasped the handle. The atmosphere was tense, charged with unsaid words and unspoken emotions that had been plaguing her lately.

You looked up as Emily stepped over the threshold, and her heart made a painful lurch. The love she saw in your eyes brought tears to her own, but she forced herself to stay strong and swallow them down. "Emily," you spoke quietly, your warm voice a whisper in the space of complete silence.

The black-haired woman swallowed hard and stepped closer, her arms tucked under her chest, her gaze cast downwards at the floor. The words she wanted to say were heavy as lead on her tongue. "We need to talk," she finally managed to speak, her voice breaking.

You turned from the whiteboard of the room, your eyes full of worry as you slowly walked towards her. "What's up?" You asked softly, reaching out to touch Emily's forearm. But she pulled back as if she would be burned by the touch. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can not do this anymore."

You stared at her in disbelief, as if you didn't understand the words, and took a few steps back. "What do you mean by that?" your voice trembled with uncertainty and fear, your body began to tremble.

Emily didn't look at you, her gaze still cast to the floor, unable to look you in the eyes. "I mean our relationship," she spoke quietly, taking a deep breath as she bit her lip. "I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore. I can't love you like you deserve."

You staggered back as if she had struck you and your back leaned against the table behind you. The tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to comprehend the words that had just left her lips. "Why?" you whispered brokenly.

She swallowed the knot in her throat and continued to force herself to stay strong even though it was tearing her up inside. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to fall into your arms and feel your warmth. But that wasn't possible anymore, she couldn't. "Because I'm not good enough for you. I don't deserve you."

You moved closer again, placing your hand on Emily's cheek, but she backed away again as if it was the most painful thing she had ever experienced. "Emily, this is ridiculous," you said, your voice shaking, not understanding what was wrong with her. Everything was fine this morning when you both woke up in the same bed. "You are more than enough. You are everything to me. More than I am to myself."

Tears were now streaming freely down her face as she saw the pain in your eyes that she never wanted to be responsible for. "I'm sorry," she sobbed, her voice also broken. "But I can't do this anymore. I can't look at you anymore without knowing that I could hurt you at any moment."

You broke down in front of her as you begged Emily to stay with you. You didn't understand what was happening at that moment. You were in a state of shock that seemed unreal, like a nightmare. "Please, Emily. Whatever you're going through that's causing you to push me away, we can get through this. We can get through this together."

But she shook her head, having already made her decision. And no one could refuse her anymore. Not even the love of her life. "No," she spoke, her voice firm and loud. "I'm sorry, but this is what's best for both of us."

With one last painful look, Emily turned and left the room without another word, her heart broken into a thousand pieces. Behind her, you were left drowning in a sea of tears, your heart shattered by the loss of the love you had hoped to last forever.

It took a while for you to regain your composure and feel emotionally stable enough to face the team and your work. You returned to the office and immediately felt the others' eyes on you. Your eyes were reddish and traces of tears could be seen on your cheeks. You tried to keep your composure, but the painful memories of the conversation with Emily made it difficult for you to think straight.

Morgan and Rossi exchanged a worried look when they saw you like that. They knew something was wrong and wanted to help you. But before they could say anything, JJ also looked up and noticed the internal battle you were engaged in. She pulled you to her desk by your upper arm as you walked past her without saying a word. "Hey, is everything okay?" She asked worriedly and you swallowed hard, feeling the emotions overwhelming you. "Emily.. she left me," you managed to say in a shaky voice that didn't fall particularly quietly from your lips.

The words hit the blonde like a blow. She didn't expect the two of you to ever break up. Gently, she forced you to sit on her desk, placing her hand sensitively on your thigh to let you know she was there. "Oh, love.. What happened?"

You sniffled and gently wiped the tears from your eyes. "She said she wasn't good enough for me and that I deserved better," you told her, your voice filled with sorrow. JJ's heart began to beat faster, unable to imagine how difficult it must be for you to be abandoned by someone you loved so much. "Baby, I'm so sorry." She spoke, squeezing your thigh, standing up to pull you into a tight hug.

Meanwhile, Morgan and Rossi had also come closer to hear what had happened and why you were crying. When they found out Emily had broken up with you, they also felt the sting of loss.

Morgan clenched his fists in anger. He couldn't believe Emily had hurt you like that. "I will kill her." He spoke and the other two of the team looked over at him, giving him a serious look before turning their attention back to you. Rossi placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, his expression betraying a mixture of regret and worry. "I'm sorry you have to go through this, kiddo."

"I told my mother about her, even though she doesn't exactly like my lifestyle," you began, your voice filled with sadness, muffled by the many tears that rolled freely down your face. "I lied for her. I broke rules and ignored everyone else just for her."

Morgan rubbed your back while Rossi held you and let you cry. "I cried so hard when she died to go into hiding. I lost myself during it. I thought about her constantly. I wasn't even mad when she suddenly reappeared."

JJ pushed further forward to be closer to you and you let your feelings out. She knew that touch and closeness often weren't enough to mend a heart in moments like this, but she wanted to make you feel like you weren't alone. "I wanted everything with her. I love her so much."

All three listened attentively, Morgan even had tears in his eyes. He knew how strong the bond between Emily and you had been, and the thought of you being apart hurt him deeply and frustrated him.

ᕚ---ᕘ

Emily Prentiss sat in the passenger seat of the car, staring out the window absentmindedly. The car was otherwise empty as the other members of the team stayed in the office. Only David Rossi, the colleague with whom she drove away to pick up the suspect, was there and tapped on the steering wheel.

With a sigh, the black-haired woman finally turned her head to Rossi, biting her lip. "David, can I talk to you?" She asked quietly and the older gentleman looked over and saw his colleague's serious expression. "Of course. Shoot."

She now turned her body completely towards him and struggled for words that were burning on her tongue but she was afraid to say. "It's about y/n.." she began hesitantly and Rossi turned the radio down before looking at her carefully. Emily felt a lump forming in her throat as she took a deep breath. "I broke up with her, David."

He frowned and raised an eyebrow. He knew how much she loved you and still didn't understand why exactly she did what she did. "Y/n already told me about it, Emily. Why did you do that? You two were happy together."

Emily lowered her gaze and began to play with the ring that you had once given her as a joke and she still hadn't taken it off. "I know.. But I was afraid, David. Afraid that I wasn't good enough for her. And besides.. Relationships in the FBI, especially within the BAU, are forbidden. If Strauss had found out, we would have been in trouble. One of us would probably have been transferred to another unit."

Rossi nodded slowly as he listened to her and gently placed a hand on Emily's hands. "Emily, I understand your concerns. But love is complicated, and sometimes we have to take risks to find the happiness we deserve."

Emily fought the tears that were gathering in her eyes again and bit her lip to hold them back. "But what if I made a mistake? What if I love her more than I could ever admit? I don't give a damn if I lose the job. I just want her back."

Rossi smiled softly and squeezed her thigh tightly before looking deep into her eyes. "Sometimes we have to put our pride aside and fight for what really matters to us. She may be deeply hurt, but she still loves you. Love is precious and should not be given up lightly. Listen to your heart and get your girl back."

Emily looked at Rossi gratefully as her tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. She felt a weight lift from her shoulders. His words touched her deeply and gave her a new perspective.

"Thanks, Rossi." She said quietly before tapping her hand on his a few times as a gesture. At that moment she knew she had to make a decision. And this time she would listen to her heart and not her head.

During the mission, Emily couldn't think of anything other than apologizing to you, her body shaking as she hesitantly stood in front of the desk you were sitting at, her heart pounding heavy and loud in her chest. She had decided to finally talk to you and make things right, but she was still trying to find the right words to start the conversation.

You sat there, engrossed in your work, not noticing that anyone had approached you. “Hey,” she spoke quietly, sitting down in the chair across from you. You didn't even lift your eyes from your paper as you just replied to her coldly. "What do you want, Prentiss?"

Emily swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper, the use of her last name causing a tug in her soul. "I want to talk to you about something, y/n. About us."

You snorted disdainfully and put the pen aside before folding your hands on the table and looking at her bitterly. "There's nothing more to say. You made your decision when you broke up with me."

Emily felt the sweat spreading on her hands, she couldn't ignore the nervous twitching in her left leg that was spreading. "But that was a huge mistake. I realized that I love you more than I could ever admit. I want to grow old with you. Please, let's talk about it."

You shook your head, your eyes shining with pain. "It's too late. You broke my heart and I can't trust you not to do it again. I can't go through this again. You know my past, Emily."

Emily looked down, unable to look at you. She felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I hurt you. But I love you, y/n. I would do anything to make it up to you."

You snorted bitterly. "Sometimes love just isn't enough. You've done enough damage, I can't let you, a person I've trusted with my entire life, hurt me any more."

The words hit Emily like a slap in the face. She could hear the pain in your voice and knew there was no way to ease it. Heartbroken, she stood up. "I will fight for you, y/n. No matter what it takes." She spoke and left your seat, knowing that she had lost the only person she had ever truly loved.

The question of whether she would ever have the opportunity to regain your trust and love remained shrouded in an uncertain fog of hope and doubt, and the path to your heart seemed to be paved with insurmountable hurdles and endless pain.

[dotster001]

Girlies End

Previous Chapters: One Two Three Choose Another Ending

Jamil's phone had been non stop ringing for the past ten minutes. Which was unfortunate, because he was trying to take notes for Kalim, who would definitely forget everything the cat was telling them.

"Our next step will be to have you slowly work your way into Y/N and my daily routine," Grim pointed a yardstick at step three on the whiteboard he was standing in front of. "Recommendations include, offering to buy my tuna, buying me regular gifts, purchasing necessities we need around Ramshackle, like a new deluxe mattress, or deluxe slippers, or carpeting so that I don't need the slippers. Really, you can just use your imagination here."

"What about a new diamond choker, that's super shiny, so Y/N always knows where you are?" Kalim asked excitedly.

"That's brilliant! It's ideas like that that prove you're the perfect match for Y/N!"

Jamil would normally have been livid. But he knew that someone like you would quickly see that Kalim wasn't as complex an individual as you needed. And he would be right there for you to fall for…

And if not…well…he'd gotten quite good at controlling his signature spell. He couldn't say he hadn't warned Grim. He was practically begging him to do it at this point!

"Will you please deal with that buzzing? Kalim and I can't think!" Grim suddenly shouted at Jamil, as his phone rang for the umpteenth time.

He scowled, before muttering a "be right back" and answering the phone in the hallway.

"What?" He snapped.

He quickly apologized upon hearing his mother's voice.

"I was just wondering if Najma was settling in all right?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Jamil asked, completely confused.

"Well, she said you had a guest room all set for her, but I just wanted to make sure she was comfy, and that you were both behaving."

"Wait, Najma is here?" Jamil had a terrible, horrible, feeling in his gut that he knew where she was. 

"She said she saw you-"

"You're right mom, sorry, I've been overwhelmed lately and just got confused for a moment." It was a terrible excuse, he just had to hope his mother would accept it.

"Alright, just make sure you get some rest. Tell Najma I love her, and to be good!"

He breathed a sigh of relief as she hung up the phone. Then he made a beeline to Ramshackle.

The door was cracked when he got there, so he just walked right in. And the first thing he saw was Najma making out with you, heavily, on the couch.

He cleared his throat, and Najma looked up, startled, before bursting into laughter. Confused, you looked up and covered your face with your hands.

He watched as you looked flustered, and mumbled nonsense as though trying to explain yourself. Najma just looked smug.

"Sup buttface?" she said.

"Jamil, I can explain!" You said.

"Nah, he knows now, babe, might as well tell him," Najma said, gently caressing your cheek. She turned back to Jamil.

"Y/N and I have been dating ever since they came to visit a couple months ago. We didn't tell you cause we knew you'd flip out."

"I-gah-I'm not flipping out! But why would you do this?!?!?"

You shrunk deeper into the couch, looking at Najma like she would protect you from Jamil's yelling. Najma continued to look smug, even in the face of danger.

"You're totally flipping out. But it's cool. I know it's cause you're jealous that I landed a hottie like Y/N, and you're gonna die miserable and alone."

Jamil frustratedly ran his hands through his hair.

"Najma…Y/N…gah! Y/N, you like girls?" 

"Yes," you whispered.

"Yeah, Y/N likes girls, now get out of here so I can keep making out with my partner," Najma didn't even wait for him to react, she just grabbed your face and resumed kissing you.

"Najma-"

"Y/N, tell Jamil to stop being a little freak, so I can keep kissing you," Najma said poutily against your neck.

You opened your mouth to respond, but Jamil cut you off.

"I'm leaving! Sevens, if mom asks me if I've seen you though, I'm ratting you out."

Najma flipped him off as he left.

Once he exited the building, he leaned against the outer wall and groaned. Leave it to his sister to ruin everything he'd spent months planning. He shouldn't have even been surprised.

Oh well, he'd let you tell Grimm that he wouldn't spend his life living like a millionaire at the Asim household.

The End

[gloomuri671]

It's His Eyes

Sae Itoshi x Reader

Warning: smut, fingering, masturbation, noncon, first smut writing

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Dear Diary,

It's his eyes.

They say eyes are the windows to the soul and I'd like to agree. Maybe that's why I'm in love with positions where I can see into his.

I saw him today while we passed each other in the hall. It was a brief moment, but we made eye contact. That single moment made my whole day.

My best friend, Sae Itoshi. We met in High School when he came to play in our country's team. It's too bad he'll have to stop playing with them when he's 18. I'll miss him. Teaching him our language wasn't as hard as his coach told me it would be. Maybe it's because Sae doesn't listen to the coach that much. Making plays based on "gut feeling" and just going with the "flow."

Maybe that's why we're good friends? Because I don't fit in as much as he does. It's the usual story, the homeschooled book worm prefers to step away from crowds because she's not comfortable. Yet Sae, who blends in well despite coming from a whole different country, would rather stick with me instead of his teammates at lunch. "They're too loud," he told me. "I know that for sure," I laughed. He ruffled my hair and looked over my shoulder. "They fuck in chapter thirteen," he said. I gasped and jumped, "I KNEW IT!" But then it occurred to me... "You spoiled it for me, you dork!" Maybe he hung around me more because I help him with our language? It helped me learn his a lot better anyways, so we're helping each other. "Wait you read?" I asked out loud. Sae gave me a look and flashed me his Kindle. My smile widened and I tackled him without a second thought.

Oh

But Sae...

Please forgive me.

I'm just a girl. Your eyes, they shine like diamonds in my dreams and we girls just love our jewels. In my dreams, you watch me as I play with myself. I never cease to shiver under your cold gaze. It's hard not to. Stroking myself - edging myself. "Please, please, please," I whispered.

"What?" You asked while scoffing, "I'm not a mind reader Y/n. You have to tell me what your asking for." So close! I'm so close! But I know my fingers can't reach the spot I barely graze as well as you could. Just the knowledge of that makes me go cold and miss my high. Yet it brings back a certain want and desire. "Touch me please!"

Slowly, you'd walk towards me ever so slowly talking your time. The anticipation, the need to have you here. Inside me instead of myself.. It gets me going. Waiting. Yet when I'd stop, you would too. So I don't, I don't stop. Your name runs off my tongue like a mantra. "I need you please," I begged. Your beautiful blue eyes never looked away from me, as if you knew what they do to me.

Yet when I'm finally at the edge about to tip off, you look away. You look down at me playing with myself. "No no no no," I whined, "Look at me! Please!" You don't by the way. You stare down at her instead. "I am," you claimed, "You're so beautiful." You fell on to your knees and kissed the inside of my thigh. "So beautiful." Finally, you look back up at me. My breath shakes then it leaves me. You're so handsome down there.

"Y/n."

Just like that, I'm woken from my day dream. "You okay? You zoned out on me." I take my eyes off the whiteboard in front of me and look into... Those dangerously beautiful eyes that haunt my days and lonely nights. Sae Itoshi, my desk mate in college. My best friend, one of my only friends actually.

I noticed I was staring and cleared my throat. "Sorry about that," I said, "These are the phrases Mr. Demetri gave me to go over with you..." Like nothing happened, we went over the next assignment in language arts. My fantasy long forgotten.

Forgive me, Sae. I can't stop thinking about you.

P.S.

Should I make it a series?

- Levina

[mathanlin]

Fae/Foster AU where Fae aren’t trusted to speak for fear of making deals — and so each foster family is given the Fae’s name to immediately mute them. Like Tommy, the unwanted Changeling.

And yet the Watsons let him communicate.

By… writing on a cheap plastic whiteboard.

It’s an incredible gift. 

He’s practically giddy with joy, scrawling out words that someone *finally* listens to. And not just anyone — the kindest, sweetest people the world has to offer. 

And selfishly, Tommy wants more. 

“Thank you.”

He holds the whiteboard out to Phil after supper. He’s eaten their food & thanked them, gave them so much power. As if his name wasn’t enough. 

Phil… smiles. At *Tommy,* the inhuman, unwanted creature.

And that makes the silence worth it. 

Almost. 

Because it hurts. 

To not be able to laugh during meals. To not banter with Wilbur or ramble with Techno. (Even when they say, “You’re a great listener, Tommy.” 

Because that’s all he is.)

And to know that if he ever said, “I love you,” it would be accompanied by the acrid stench of the marker.

And silence. Always silence.

That’s what makes him desperate enough to try.

“Hey, mate.”

Phil turns around, halfway through a sink of dishes. His smile falters to a look of concern as he sees Tommy’s hunched, shaking frame.

And that concern evaporates as he sees the message scrawled on Tommy’s whiteboard.

“Can I have my voice back?”

Tommy’s stupid enough to hope.

That maybe a year with the Watsons was enough. That maybe he’d gained their trust through his quiet help & shaky smiles. By being *easy.*

But Phil’s face tightens, grip tightening on the silverware in his hand. 

They’re thinking the same thing, Tommy knows.

Fae are dangerous. It’s a good thing there’s iron everywhere — if worse came to worse, they could ward off Tommy with it.

(What Phil doesn’t know is that Tommy would let them. 

That he’d take the pain and rejection silently.)

“We need to talk.”

It’s not said to Tommy. It doesn’t involve him at all. Just Phil and his sons who he’s called to the living room, voice quiet as Tommy eavesdrops.

That doesn’t make the words any less gutwrenching. 

“You can’t let Tommy speak.”

The twins tense, but they… they don’t even argue.

Phil’s jaw tightens. “He tried to ask me. You two have his name, too, he’ll go after you next. We can’t risk anything.”

What isn’t said is, *He’s too dangerous to trust.*

But they all know it. 

Tommy somehow gets quieter.

Because horribly, it makes sense. The Watsons can’t risk their family falling into a dangerous Fae deal.

And even if they did give his voice back, he’d be different. Too loud, too bubbly, too desperate for their love.

So he cuts his losses.

“Just for one day.”

It’s Wilbur he approaches, months after Phil’s warning. The boy looks up at Tommy, his incredible, undeserved fondness masked by confusion.  

“One day for what?”

*To have my voice back,* is the true answer. 

But there’s more. So much more. *To say I love you. To call Phil Dad, just once. To call you and Techno my brothers. Just one day to speak, and all I’ll say is how much I love you.*

*I’ll be quiet after that.*

“To have my voice back.”

In the end, that’s all he writes. There’s not enough space to write out all those vulnerable truths, the stench of the marker making him dizzy.

And Wilbur’s face falls.

“Tommy.”

He sounds… doubtful. Tommy’s heart dares to rise, hands shaking as Wilbur stands, face drawn tight with grief, pain, and… guilt?

It only takes a second for that last emotion to make sense.

Because Wilbur snatches the whiteboard from his hands.

“You can’t be trusted with it.”

That’s Wilbur’s explanation as he stalks down the hallway, Tommy clinging to his side, mouth desperately forming muted apologies. 

And when Wilbur hands the whiteboard to Phil, those damning words still scrawled across it, Phil says the same.

That’s not the end of it.

The notebooks around the house are taken. So are any scraps of paper, loose pens, pencils, or markers.

And Phil, voice thick with grief, orders, “Tommy, don’t try to talk to us again.”

It didn’t have to be an order. Tommy would’ve listened.

But the end result is the same. Tommy stays silent, buried in his room, unable to even cry out. To ask for *anything,* let alone the chance to say, “I love you.”

And like this, he’s lost the chance to ever hear it, too. 

[luveline]

Hii!!! This is a request for Steve zombie!au

I don’t know how you do it but this au (and everything you write honestly) ITS AMAZING!!!!

I read that you wanted to eventually write about Steve+reader having kids so I was wondering if maybe you could write something like them talking about what they think their future would look like or Steve seeing reader interact with children and it just warms his heart… idk

Again, your work is truly so so so good, I love it!!

Hope you have a beautiful day <3

hi! thank you 🥺 I hope this is what you mean!! steve zombie!au ♥︎ fem!reader

On a rare day where you have work to do in the community and Steve doesn't, he misses you like crazy. He'd complain profusely about this wicked scenario to Robin, if only Robin weren't on shift too. As it lies, Steve is alone, bored and restless with your pillow pulled against his chest. 

Steve is functional. Steve is a fully grown man, with hobbies, interests, and a personality outside of being with you. But Steve is in love, and he isn't ashamed to admit that his very favourite hobby is being with you. You are the most interesting thing around. 

It's cold today, though he wears two pairs of socks, denim jeans, a long-sleeved shirt and a loose hoodie under the thick layer of blankets you keep on the bed. 

You must be cold. 

Your jacket's right there on the door. You'd forgotten to take it with you to the kitchen. 

Steve doesn't feel proud of himself, per se, but he also doesn't feel ashamed when he ends up in the doorway of the cafeteria. School is in session, their makeshift teacher Sammy standing near the dishes trolly with a whiteboard and pen. She's drawn a huge diagram of a piece of paper with cuts missing, and a smaller one of that paper seemingly after the cuts are made, labelled Origami Giraffe. 

He's surprised to see you near immediately, sitting at one of the cafeteria tables with a bundle of the community's youngest children (babies and toddlers not included). 

You're snipping at a sheet of paper slowly, hands held up so the dark-haired girl to your right can reach the crayons in front of you. 

"Will you cut mine for me next, please?" a blonde headed boy asks him. He's pale, and as Steve draws closer he can see the little boy's brown eyes. 

He kind of looks like me, Steve thinks, startled.

"Of course I will," you say gently. "You're a great artist, honey, I love all these purples and greens you're using." 

"It doesn't look like the driraffe." 

His mispronunciation has you smiling. It's an expression Steve knows well, your guilty bemusement. 

"That's okay! Do you know how many drawings of giraffes there are? Millions and trillions, and I bet none of them are as brightly made or as creative as the one you've made." 

"What about mine?" the dark-haired girl asks. 

You pause your cutting to peek at her giraffe. "That's so cute, I love it," you praise. "Wow, I'm sitting with the next Picasso's and I didn't even know it." 

Your voice… Steve's barely ever heard you speak like that. So soft, and so loving. 

Not that you don't speak to him sweetly, half the time he thinks your words are more love than sense, but this is new. That's how parents talk to their kids, how sisters talk to younger siblings, and aunties talk to niblings. It's a familial, mellow sound.

It kind of drives him crazy. He tightens his hands in the fabric of your jacket, head racing with thoughts he hadn't stopped to think of before. You with kids. You with a family, his family. Kids that look like you, that carry your features and your sweetness around for you when you can't.

Kids that don't look a thing like you, or him.

You put down the scissors and hand over a freshly cut, stand-up giraffe to one of the kids. It looks great, and the kid says thank you with a clumsy ardency that you clearly adore. 

"You're welcome, Nina," you say. "I'll do yours next, Hal, if you're ready." 

The blonde boy passes you his giraffe. Before you take up the scissors again, you look at the boy's front, and you laugh kindly. "Baby, your buttons are all wrong. They're wonky, see?" 

"Oh," Hal says, looking down, "I don't know how to do them."

"I can help, if you want." 

He nods voraciously. You start to correct his buttons in silence, and Steve isn't afraid to admit to himself that it's the last straw. There is something endearing, hypnotising about watching you take care of others, he thinks the forbidden words — you would make the most beautiful mother. 

You giggle and straighten Hal's shirt when you're done. "Tada." 

"Thanks," Hal says, sounding pleased. 

"You're super welcome. Stevie?" 

It takes Steve a second to realise you're talking to him. You're looking up at him where he's frozen, concern knitting together your darling brows. "Is everything okay?" 

"I just– brought your jacket. It's cold." 

You stand up from the table and pat Hal on the shoulder, a frown twisting over your face. 

"You look pale," you say, taking your jacket. You pull it on one arm at a time, and tilt your head back as Steve dives in to zip it up. "How are you feeling?" 

"I'm fine," he says. I'm going insane, he thinks.

"You caught me slacking off." 

"This is slacking off?" 

You huff a laugh. "Well, yeah. I should be checking the dates on a box of cornflour right now." 

"You haven't mentioned this," —he gestures vaguely at the table of art's and crafts— "before. Do you come in here a lot?" 

You hum as you wrap your hands around his wrists. You pull his hands to your shoulders, and grin when he gets the memo and gives you a hug. 

"Thanks for bringing my jacket." 

His hand scrapes up your back, trying to pull you closer when you're as close as you can possibly be. "You know how busy my schedule is." 

"I know." Your sarcasm is biting. "My poor boy." Less so. 

You pull away and he still can't believe it. You have an air of content about you, a lightness he's always amazed to see. 

"Sammy asks me for arts and crafts help all the time. The uh, apocalypse kind of threw a spanner into the works for most of these kids. Some of them don't know how to write, or use scissors. And we all know they barely need me in the pantry, they could replace me with a well organised book." 

"Do you like helping out here?" he asks carefully. 

"Yeah, I do." 

His head is reeling. 

The future is a long way away and right here at the same time. You and Steve could make something. 

He doesn't know what you want. Maybe you don't want kids, maybe you won't be ready for another ten years, but the possibility isn't something Steve can ignore. 

"You can stay and help if you want to?" you ask.

He doesn't have control over his own body when he nods, a panging ache in his chest for the possible future. You beam and lead him over to the table of children, taking up your scissors as Steve settles in a chair a ways away from you. 

"Hi, guys, this is my boyfriend, Steve. I bet some of you have seen him before. He's gonna help us with the cutting out, okay?" 

Steve smiles at the gaggle of little faces that turn his way. "Hey, guys. I'm a way better cutter outer than Y/N, so if you want the best giraffe you gotta ask me." 

Some are old enough to understand his sarcasm, and some aren't. He's delighted when Hal, the blonde-haired, brown-eyed boy, turns to you to stroke your arm. "It's okay," he says, "I still think you're the best one." 

"Thank you, Hal." 

[magicfootballstuff]

Gym Buddies (alexia putellas x reader)

Summary: When you rupture a ligament shortly after joining Barcelona, your new captain is there to help you through the long recovery process.

———

You don’t actually see much of Alexia in your first few weeks at Barcelona.

You had been in camp with your national team when the news broke that Alexia would be missing the Euros because of a knee injury, and though you paid attention to the story, knowing that this was an injury affecting a soon-to-be teammate, you had been so caught up in your own Euro preparations that it didn’t actually register what it meant until you actually find yourself in the Barcelona training facility for pre-season.

You meet Alexia on your first day with the team. She welcomes you in accented English and pulls you in for a hug - the kind of polite but awkward hug you get from a vague acquaintance - and then moves away to chat to some of the Spanish girls, leaving you slightly starstruck. You try not to let it show though. She may have a Ballon D’Or and another potentially on the way soon, but you’re a European champion, a very good footballer in your own right, but it’s Alexia bloody Putellas and she has this aura of magic around her, even without a ball at her feet.

And then, when the team start their warmup drills for your first ever training session at Barcelona, Alexia disappears off the pitch for her rehab session in the gym, and you realise it might be a little while longer before you actually get to play with her.

She remains a bit of a mystery, showing her face here and there, though she mostly seems to spend time with the girls who have been at Barcelona with her for years, and she shows up dutifully to every match to cheer from the sidelines, but Alexia is focused on the rehab that keeps her away from the training pitch.

But then, three weeks into the season, just when you’re starting to feel settled and have found your place in a star-studded Barcelona team, an awkward challenge in a match sees you falling badly and being helped off the pitch by the team physios with tears in your eyes. You hope it’s just a sprained ankle, something you can recover from quickly and find yourself back on the pitch in just a few weeks, but the scan the morning after the game confirms the worst - you’ve torn a ligament and will be out for several months.

Having not really spent much time with Alexia so far, it’s a bit of a surprise when you turn up to the training ground for your first session post-surgery, foot strapped up in a plastic boot, and are greeted straight away with a hug from your injured captain.

“We’ve got this,” she murmurs into your ear, her arms still wrapped around you as she holds you close. “Anything you need, I’m here to help.”

“Thank you,” you tell her, squeezing her just that little bit tighter in response.

———

Later, when most of the girls are out on the pitch and you find yourself in the gym with Alexia and a couple of others who are sidelined with minor injuries, she reiterates her support for you.

“Are you okay?” she asks, while one of the physios is writing up your programmes for the day on a whiteboard in the gym - you’ve got an upper body circuit while Alexia will be doing a mix of strength training and low impact cardio.

“Yeah,” you reply. “I’m fine.”

“No, I mean are you okay? Like mentally?” Alexia taps her fingers against her temple to emphasise her question. “An injury can be tough to take.”

“Oh. Well, I’m disappointed, obviously. I just want to play. But this is part of football.”

“Somebody paid attention to their media training,” Alexia jokes, shooting you a little smirk. “A very professional answer. But you can open up to me if you’re struggling. I get it.” She gestures down at her knee. “Some days I’m really not okay. I love supporting the girls but it’s so hard to watch them and not join in. So if you need someone to talk to, remember I’m here. As your captain and as your friend.”

You realise now why she’s so popular among the team, why everybody who knows her speaks so highly about her as a person off the pitch as well as her obvious talent on it.

“Thanks, Alexia.”

“We’ll get through this. We’re injury partners now.”

“How about we say gym buddies instead of injury partners?” you suggest, gesturing around at the gym that will be your home for the foreseeable future until you get the all clear to go back out onto the training pitch. “Less depressing.”

Alexia grins at you.

“Deal.”

———

“Hola, gym buddy,” says Alexia, hurrying to catch up with you and draping an arm around your shoulders as you hobble into the gym on crutches two weeks into your rehab.

It’s been the hardest two weeks of your career, but you wouldn’t have been able to make it through without Alexia’s constant presence and support. You haven’t known her for long but she seems to know you better than anybody else on the team, she knows exactly what to say, when you need support and when you need space, and is rapidly becoming the sole reason you’re able to get out of bed each morning and motivate yourself to work through the slow progress of your rehab.

“Hey, Alexia,” you greet your captain.

“Ready for another day of hard work?” she asks you.

“I am now,” you joke.

Rehab is hard. And boring, too. You don’t yet feel like you’re actually making any progress, still unable to do any exercises that put unnecessary weight on your injured foot, you’re really just playing a waiting game until the boot can come off and the real work can begin.

“I’m hoping they let me use the bike today for the first time,” Alexia tells you, excitement barely contained in her voice.

“Ale, that’s huge!” you congratulate her. “I’m so happy for you.”

———

Recovery isn’t all good news. You learn that the hard way when your plastic boot comes off. What you thought would be a huge step forward in your recovery actually ends up just highlighting the mountain you have ahead of you. Perhaps naively you thought you’d be able to start ramping up the exercises pretty quickly, but the trainers are cautious and your rehab programme consists of the same old upper body workouts with only a handful of conditioning exercises for your ankle thrown in. Actually kicking a football again seems like it’s an eternity away.

But you’re not the only one who finds it difficult. Alexia presents such a strong exterior, full of motivation on your darkest days and always the one working hardest in the gym to get back to her best, but not even she is made entirely of stone.

You learn that when you go to the bathroom in the middle of a gym session and hear somebody crying in a locked cubicle.

Most of the team are outside on the training pitch, and of those of you doing recovery sessions indoors, all except one were accounted for when you left the gym a moment ago. There’s only one person this can be.

“Alexia?”

The sniffling stops and the subsequent silence that shrouds the bathroom is enough to confirm your hunch that your captain is the one crying in the locked cubicle.

“Alexia, it’s me.”

“I’m fine!” she calls back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask.

Silence. You want to support her but you’re not going to push it if she’s not comfortable.

“Okay, I’m going to go now but if you change your mind…”

You hear the bolt being slid across and the hinges creak as Alexia steps out. Her eyes are red and puffy and her cheeks glisten with tear tracks.

“I can’t do this,” she confesses, her voice cracking mid-sentence as she tries to stifle a fresh flood of tears.

You don’t know what to say. Alexia, the stoic captain, your rock since you picked up your own injury, standing before you more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen her before, and all you want to do is make sure that it’s all going to be okay. But telling her that doesn’t feel right - you know from your struggles with your own injury that those kinds of empty assurances are sometimes the exact opposite of what you need.

Alexia doesn’t need telling that, she needs to know that somebody understands her pain.

“I’m not going to tell you that you can do this,” you start, “but there have been so many times over the last couple of months that I’ve thought that I can’t do this. I’ve wanted to give up, to quit football. Some days I haven’t even wanted to get out of bed. Do you know the only reason why I did get up on those days?”

You pause for effect and Alexia says nothing, waiting for you to answer your own question. You place your hands on her arms as you look into her shimmering eyes.

“Because I know that when I get to the training ground, my gym buddy is going to be there to help me through the day.”

Alexia’s mouth twitches at the mention of the affection nickname you’ve been using for each other throughout your recovery.

You continue, “I’m working towards the day that I get to step out onto the grass and kick a ball around with the person who has saved me from my own worst demons. I want to play football with you. And just like you’ve been there for me, I’m here for you to make sure we get to that day together.”

“I can’t be strong every day.”

“You don’t have to be. But I think the strongest thing you’ve done since I met you is admitting that you’re not okay. I’m here for you today, so let it all out. Tomorrow we fight again together. Okay?”

Alexia throws her arms around you and pulls your body against hers for a tight hug.

“Okay,” she murmurs into your hair.

———

Something shifts after that moment. Before Alexia’s little breakdown, you had thought that it was her who was supporting you through your injury, but now you realise that you’re helping her just as much. You both have difficult moments - setbacks, or days where your return to the pitch seems an impossibly long way in the future - but you learn to read each other. Alexia can tell when you’re having a down day and gives you extra encouragement, hugs and humour, and you do the same when you can tell that she needs it too.

The months pass and the recovery intensifies. Somehow, despite your differing injuries, the timelines start to match up. You’re back running on the grass not long after Alexia, you rejoin the rest of the team for parts of the normal training within a week of each other, and when the time finally comes for you to return to the matchday squad, you and Alexia are both given approval to play again by the physios on the same weekend.

You even get subbed onto the pitch at the same time, when Barcelona are four goals up with twenty minutes left on the clock.

As the official gets the substitute board ready, Alexia’s hand finds yours and she squeezes your fingers. Your turn your head to look at her, to find her grinning at you.

“We did it,” she tells you.

“Yeah, we did.”

There’s so much more you want to say, so much you need to thank her for, because you wouldn’t have made it to this point without her by your side, but this isn’t the moment.

The teammates you’re replacing high five you as they come off and just like that, you’re back on a football pitch for an actual competitive game for the first time in forever.

The stadium erupts into monumental applause, and while you know that the Barcelona fans are mostly cheering the return of La Reina after ten months off the pitch, Alexia makes sure to direct her own applause to you as you both jog onto the pitch, and that’s all that matters to you.

Alexia ends up scoring Barcelona’s fifth and final goal, a free kick from just outside the box, because how else does a double Ballon D’Or winner announce their return to competitive football? As the back of the net ripples and the crowd roars, she runs straight over to you and wraps you in an embrace so tight that she physically lifts you off the ground, and your feet only touch the grass again when the rest of your teammates join the huddle to congratulate their captain.

The match ends not too long after and Alexia once again seeks you out straight away. She puts a hand on either side of your head and looks you straight in the eye, her face cracking open into a grin.

“We’re back,” Alexia says.

“We are,” you agree. “And you scored.”

“That goal was for you.”

You don’t get to respond because the rest of the team bundles into you and you can only watch as they work together to lift Alexia up and start throwing her into the air. Then before you know it they’ve gone for you too, and you find yourself lifted off the ground in celebration of your return to the matchday squad.

You have a brief moment of worry that they’re going to drop you and inflict another injury on you, but then you hear Alexia’s laughter rippling through the air and you feel at ease again.

She always has a way of settling your anxieties, whether she’s trying or not.

———

Some time later, when you’ve showered and changed and the dressing room is almost empty, you look around for Alexia but can’t see her anywhere.

Lucy, who is supposed to be giving you a lift home after the match, nudges you and says, “She went back onto the pitch.”

You turn to look at her quizzically, because she can’t possibly know who you’re looking for.

“What?”

“Alexia. Go on, I’ll wait in the car. Tell her how you feel.”

Your cheeks burn.

“It’s not … I don’t …”

“If there’s anything I’ve learned from my own past injuries,” Lucy interrupts your stammering, “it’s that life is too short to live with any regrets. Go and talk to her. I think you’ll be surprised.”

You don’t say anything but nod your thanks to Lucy, hoisting your boot bag onto your shoulder and exiting the dressing room. You wander back down the tunnel and out to the edge of the pitch. Alexia is nowhere to be seen, but when you turn around, you spot a lone figure sitting up in the stands, surveying the empty pitch in front of her.

You climb the steps two at a time and walk between the rows of seats, before sitting down next to Alexia.

“I’ve been playing on this pitch in a Barcelona jersey for longer than I can remember,” Alexia tells you, keeping her eyes straight ahead. “Every time it’s special. I can’t tell you how many times in the last few months I thought I’d never get that honour ever again.”

You laugh, ready to tell Alexia that she’s insane, because while you had similar moments of worry in your own rehab journey, you never for once doubted that Alexia wouldn’t make it back, but she turns to you and continues speaking.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have got here without you,” she tells you.

“I definitely wouldn’t have done it without you,” you admit. “My gym buddy.”

Lucy’s words ring in your ears. Now is the moment to tell Alexia how you feel, but you clam up at the prospect, unable to find the words to tell Alexia how much she means to you.

Luckily, Alexia seems to be stronger than you, and finds the words you can’t.

“You’re so much more than my gym buddy,” Alexia tells you, reaching across and taking your hand. “You entered my life at exactly the right moment and I’m so lucky to have you.”

You let your fingers tangle with Alexia’s, you heart hammering in your chest as you steel yourself for a moment that seems harder than any you went through during your recovery.

“I’m the lucky one,” you confess. “I wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anybody else by my side. You’re more than my teammate, more than my friend. I think I’m falling for you.”

There. It’s out. You finally admitted it. Your heart is out there for Alexia to bruise in a way that will be much harder to heal from than a stupid ankle injury.

But Alexia lets out a deep breath and her mouth curls up into a smile, a look of adoration in her eyes as she squeezes your fingers.

��Me too. I’m so glad you feel the same. I thought I was being stupid.”

“Can I kiss you?” you blurt out.

“Please,” Alexia nods.

You lean in and the moment that your lips touch Alexia’s is even more euphoric than kicking a football again after months of rehab. A memorable day becomes even more special as Alexia reciprocates your kiss, lips moving slowly against each other, a reward and a thank you for months of helping each other through the tough times to get to today.

You pull apart when you’re getting breathless, and though you’d happily spend the rest of the night here, kissing Alexia in the stands at the Estadi Johan Cruyff until long after the sun has gone down, you know you should probably head home.

“I really don’t want to go, but Lucy’s waiting in the car to drive me home,” you tell Alexia, still holding onto her hand as you start your goodbyes. “But thank you again for everything.”

“I don’t think I’m going to forget today for a long time,” Alexia says. “For more than one reason.”

“Me neither,” you agree. You lean in for one more kiss, unable to get enough of Alexia’s lips, before you pull away and reluctantly let go of her hand as you stand up. “See you in training?”

“Or sooner,” suggests Alexia, with a smile that causes your heart to do a little flip. “I’ll text you.”

“I can’t wait.”

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

This prompt for Melissa x Reader, Reader is defo corny. And a fellow teacher at Abbott.

"Oh my god, you are so corny." "But you find it attractive, so that's a win."

Thank you for requesting this one - I had fun writing it. Sorry it's a little on the short side, but when I saw the prompt, this was what came out. Hope you like it!

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Joe had never showered Melissa with love, that much had become apparent in all you’d heard of the man.  Even his physical acts seemed to be for his own satisfaction and not to worship the red headed temptress.  You thought he was an absolute ass of a man, and that was putting it politely.

In being lucky enough to be in a relationship with Melissa, you had no intention of making the same mistake.  You didn’t ram the fact you adored her down everyone’s throats like Jacob was often guilty of, but you made sure she knew.  You’d leave little gifts, little notes, tiny hearts drawn on her whiteboard.  You’d throw out corny picky up lines that would have her rolling her eyes, but blushing all the same. 

“Oh my God, you are so corny!” she says even as she laughs at your latest line. 

“Yeah, but you find it attractive, so that’s a win for me,” you grin.  “You love it really,” you tease.

There’s a pause and something in her expression changes.  “I love you,” she says softly, smiling shyly.

It’s the first time she’s said the words out loud to you.  She’s shown you in a hundred different ways and in many love languages, but this is the first you’re hearing the words come out of her mouth.  You didn’t exactly expect it to happen in the breakroom at lunch on a random Tuesday, but the warmth blooms in your chest all the same.  Not to leave her hanging, you reply without hesitation.  “I love you too.”

You’ve known for months but hadn’t wanted to spook her by saying it too soon.  A flush spreads across her cheeks and bleeds down to her chest as her eyes go glassy with unshed tears.  Not wanting to embarrass her or draw too much attention, you stand, pressing a kiss to her head as you move to heat up your lunches.  Prepared by Melissa, of course.

Standing by the microwave, you turn as Barb places a gentle touch to your arm, offering a warm smile clearly approving of the interaction she has just had the privilege of witnessing.  She too, had a rather low opinion of Joe and was rather defensive when you and Melissa started dating, not wanting to see her friend hurt again.  You had worked hard to convince her you had no intention of ever hurting the red head.  That you realised just how lucky you were in being given a chance with her, and would do everything you could to take care of her show her just how much she meant to you. 

Hearing the beeping of the microwave, you collect your shared lunch and head back to take up your seat next to Melissa, who still sports an adorable blush on her cheeks and a shy smile on her face. 

The room starts to fill up with the other members of your little dysfunctional Abbott family, most of whom flash you a smile but from experience, largely ignore Melissa, who by now has her head down, engrossed in something on her phone.  You don’t mind, instead reaching for your fork and digging into the contents of the Tupperware box in front of you.  You would be lying if you said the food wasn’t a huge perk of dating the red head.  That said, you’ve love her all the same even if she couldn’t even boil an egg. 

You glance down as a familiar touch settles on your arm, gentle fingers tracing over your own before Melissa begins to draw patterns on your bare forearm with a single finger.  Her gaze remains on her phone, but it seems she still has something to say as you realise what is being spelt out on your arm.  I LOVE YOU.

“Who’s corny now?” you ask with a smirk, earning an adorable scrunching of her nose in reply.

[catoslvt]

Dewey Riley x Reader

Sidney Prescotts' Big sister, who's the head of the fbi, so you know a lot about their friendgroup because you used to babysit them, and sidney and tatum tell you all the drama.

Gale was ur best friend until she wrote that book gale dates her camera man.

Unofficial relationship.

Tw, mentions of killings, blood, and stabbing.

"Just fuck off and get that camera away from my little sister and my house, you've already ruined our lives enough with that shitty book of yours, if you don't leave us alone I'll take down your full news show." I warn before I get in my car and drive off, heading towards the station flipping her off as I go.

"These killings are too difficult for us to deal with, so we've had to get the FBI involved." I hear sheriff Burke state, and that's when I walk through the doors with a small smile on my face, which only widens when I see Dewey.

"So, this is Agent Prescott." He continues, and i wave at everyone.

"But, in here, you guys can call me y/n." I tell them and everyone nods.

"So, I think first of all, we should narrow it down a little. Who would know Casey well enough to know where she lives and to also know where Steve lives?" I ask as I turn to the board on the wall and pull out a whiteboard pen, writing the words

'POTENTIAL SUSPECTS'

"Well, strangers wouldn't, unless they'd been stalking them." A man calls from behind me and I turn and let out a small laugh.

"If it was a stalker not close to them, there's a slim chance they'd know the number for caseys House phone." I tell him and he looks away embarrassed before dewey speaks up.

"Perhaps a jealous ex?" He asks, and I shoot him a large smile, which he returns before I turn to the board and write a single name, 'Stu Macher'.

"Only a few months prior to Casey and Steve's killings, Casey broke up with Stu for Steve, so potentially yes. Stu is a suspect." I say as I underline his name.

"But, the killer couldn't have done it alone. One would've killed Steve whilst the other prepared for the attack, and then they both would've needed to hang her from that tree, so who is Stu Machers best friend?" I ask, knowing only either dewey and I would be able to answer that one, but dewey is too sweet to admit it so I have to clear my throat and say it myself.

"Billy Loomis." I state as I scribble his name on the board, and a few people gasp.

Suddenly, the sheriff gasps.

"Okay, but what if it was Caseys mom or dad's ex, killing casey because they're jealous of what they have?" He quizzes and I let out a small laugh.

"You'd think im doing all the work on this case. Mr and Mrs Becker have been together since their high school years. It was both of their first relationships." I state, but then I begin to write on the board again.

"Potential Affair"

"But, Mr and Mrs Becker might've grown bored of their relationship, neither of them ever getting to explore something that wasn't each other, so we have a potential love affair on either the mom or dad's part." I then add, before I let out a little gasp, this idea isn't too bad.

"Sheriff, I want you to go to where the beckers have been placed and confiscate all of their phones, and I then want you to go through every single call log since the phone has been purchased." I tell him, and he nods before he points at one of the men, and they both quickly scurry out.

"What if it isn't any of that though, what if it was a girl who loved Steve?" One of the men ask and I shake my head.

"It was a man's killing, its obvious." I flatly say, confused on how they couldn't have easily spotted it.

"It's sloppy. Women's kills are much neater. They don't tend to draw as much blood, and if it was a girl in love with Steve, why also kill Steve?" I quiz, and the man quickly shakes his head, shutting up.

"We're not getting anywhere with this. All we've got is a girl bossing us around, i wouldn't be surprised if she's the one behind all the killings, yknow after what happened with her mom." I hear one of the boys snicker to dewey, who just rolls his eyes at him, which makes my stomach flutter in all sorts of ways.

"Thank you for that wonderful comment, but it's funny because this 'girl, that's bossing you around' is helping you get to the bottom of a bunch of murders, and I'm suspecting that the killer isn't gonna stop here after two, they're going to spiral out of control. I'm the head of the FBI, not just some silly girl who doesn't know what she's doing." I spit before I put the lid on the pen and sit it next to the board.

"Everyone take an hour for lunch. We're coming back to this." I say before walking out of the doors I walked in through and straight towards my car, where I unlock my door and climb in, grabbing my lunch from the back seats and quickly opening it and smiling at the sight of a sandwich with an apple, its not much for lunch but because of my work I don't tend to eat a big lunch incase I ever come across a gruesome sight.

Only moments later of me beginning to eat my lunch, dewey is tapping the window of the passengers side.

"It's open." I tell him, and he lets out a small awkward laugh before he lets himself in.

"You alright?" He quizzes, and I smile and nod at him.

"I just wish the killers were stupid enough to leave some sort of clues on who they are." I sigh before I shake my head.

"I'm gonna go to the scene, I've not been there yet, maybe I could find something, or atleast understand why." I say quickly and dewey just stares at me, his normally overly emotional face currently holding no emotions.

"If you're worried about Sidney, it's okay. I'm worried about tatum." Dewey tells me as he reaches out and places his hand on top of mine, which makes me smile slightly.

"I'm worried about all of them, I'm even worried about us. We don't know what age this killer is, so we don't know who they're gonna go after next." I mutter and dewey squeezes my hand.

"But we'll figure out who it is y/n, I know you can." Dewey says, and I gulp a little but nod.

"Yknow what, I could be doing with a coffee before we go to the scene. Do you want a coffee or anything? I can pay." I offer and dewey smiles and nods as I start up the car.

"I'll have the usual." He tells me, and I let out a laugh, by 'the usual.' He means a jet black coffee.

"I still don't know how you can drink that jet black shit." I tell him, and he just scoffs before I begin driving to our usual coffee place, we meet here probably like ten times a week to get coffee, deweys my safe person, I love him more than anything truly, but all we ever seem to come to is unofficial, but I'd do anything to tell dewey how much I love him, I genuinely mean it.

As I pull up to the drive-through, I roll down my window and clear my throat.

"Hello, what can I get for you?" The workers' voice rings through the speakers, and I smile and put on the same voice I use to tell people that I've found their child dead.

"Hiya, can I get two coffees, please? One black and one regular." I ask, and the girl lets out a small 'mhm!'

"Now, is that a small, medium, or large?" She goes onto ask, and I look at dewey and shrug. Normally, we'd get mediums, but I think today is a large sort of day.

"Both of them large, please." I answer, and the girl lets out another 'mhm'

"Okay, drive through to the next window to play, please. Your total will be $7.50." The girl says and I nod.

"Thank you." I say before driving towards the next window, where I feel my pockets for my wallet, and as I pull it out, dewey slaps it from my hand.

"I'll pay." He states and I shake my head.

"Dewey, shut up. it's my treat." I argue.

"You paid last time." He reminds me, and I roll my eyes as he hands me the exact change of $7.50 right as the worker approaches the window and pulls it open.

"Hey, you're the two large coffees, one black one regular?" He asks with a large smile and dewey and I nod.

"That'll be $7.50, please." He beams, and I reach out the window and hand it to him, and as he counts it in his hand he smiles at me.

"Perfect, thank you. Go to the next window, please." He tells me, and I nod, quickly saying goodbye before I drive to the next window to see a worker already stood with our two coffees, and I quickly take them from her hands, thanking her before I hand them both to dewey as I drive off, parking in the carpark.

As I take the drink from deweys' hand and take a sip, I let out a small groan at how good it tastes.

"Shit, they never fail to make good coffees." I cry and dewey laughs.

"Tell me about it." He agrees.

As I begin walking towards the front door of the Beckers house, I carefully duck down under the police tape and pull my gloves up, making sure they're extra tight as I open the front door and carefully walk through to the kitchen where the events all started.

"So, she was sitting making popcorn when the phone rang." I whisper as I walk around the kitchen, inspecting everything but being careful not to touch anything, because even with gloves on the slightest knock could fuck up all my evidence

As I continued to walk through the back garden where Casey was then stabbed multiple times and then hung for her to die, my heart dropped when I saw that the tree she was hung from is right across from her front door, meaning her parents would've walked outside and saw her.

"Noticed anything new?" Dewey asks from beside me and I nod slightly.

"Whoever done it would've had to be extremely fast or had a getaway car because your guys were on the scene almost instantly." I tell him, and he nods slightly as I turn to look at him.

"So if there were two of them, I'm guessing the taller one hung her whilst the smaller one started the car." I add, and he continues to nod.

Once we're getting ready to leave, it's quite late.

As I climb in my car, my work phone begins to ring, and I answer it.

"Agent Prescott speaking." I state into the phone, and that's when we hear that Sidney has been attacked.

As I speed off to our house, I'm the first one to arrive, and dewey runs out of the car, and I watch as he bends down and picks something up before he continues to run to the door, and that's when I see Sidney opening the door and screaming as the rest of the police cars pull up, and once they do I climb out of my car and run to Sidney, pulling her to the ambulance.

"Are you alright?" I quiz as she sits down, and I grab a blanket tight round her.

"I'm fine, y/n." She reassures, and I sit next to her and hug her.

"You fought back didn't you?" I continue to quiz and she laughs and nods.

"That's my tough little bitch." I say as I kiss her head, before i see them pull Billy Loomis from my house and I gasp.

"He was the top of my suspect list Sidney, what was he doing at our house?" I gasp and she shrugs.

"After I was attacked, I turned to my door and saw that the killer was gone, and straight away Billy climbed into my window and he dropped the phone I was called from." She whispers, and I gasp and listen as Billy tries to plead as being innocent but I just scoff, I can see through his lies.

And that's when dewey and the sheriff approach us right as tatum runs out of her car towards the ambulance screaming and asking if sids okay.

"I see y/ns suspect list was correct." The sheriff says with a small chuckle and I smile.

"When's it not?" I quiz and he laughs.

"Tatum, you can't be here it's an official crime scene." Dewey states to his little sister.

"It's okay." Sid presses and tatum groans.

"Her dad's out of town, alright? Her and y/n are staying with us tonight." Tatum argues.

"What? Does mom know?" Dewey quizzes as he shoots me an awkward smile.

"Yes, doofus." Tatum sighs before the sheriff tells Sidney that she should go to the station and we all leave the ambulance and climb into our own cars, when I spot Gale Weathers, so I climb out of my car.

"Get your cameras away from my house." I warn sternly and Gale and her camera man both turn to face me.

"Oh, y/n, lovely to see you again." Gale coos and I roll my eyes.

I can't help but to wonder at what's being said, but to stop myself getting too angry at some sick bastard who just tried to kill my little sister, I stay silent.

I watch carefully as Dewey tries to find our dad on the system and frown slightly as I realise we're getting nowhere before my eyes fall into the room where Billy's being held.

"You ruined the moment you really did." He says shaking his head as he backs away which causes me to laugh.

As tatum walks in, she ducks down next to sid and hugs her, whispering that she's going to get her out of here and I can't help but smile at the niceness of Tatum, and also because Sidney has deweys jacket wrapped around her, but I don't know if I'm jealous about that actually.

"Hey Dewey, can we go now?" Tatum cries and dewey points a finger at her.

"Hold on a second." He states, and I stand up from my chair and crack my back.

"God dammit dewey!" She exclaims.

"What did mom tell you? When I wear this badge, you treat me like a man of the law." He warns, and the way he says it almost makes me weak at the knees.

"Well, I'm sorry, Deputy dewey Boy, but we're ready to go. Now." Tatum yells, and as we walk out the door, tatum and dewey begin to bicker, and I feel Sidney grab my hand.

As we walk out into the back alley, dewey runs to get my car as I throw him the keys, and Tatum, Sidney, and I all stand in the alley.

"There she is! Sidney!" Gale gasps, and I groan in sync with both Sidney and tatum.

"What happened? Are you alright?" She quizzes as she pushes the microphone into her face and tatum steps in front of the microphone.

"She's not answering any of your questions. Leave us alone." I call from behind them, and tatum throws the microphone down, but Sidney steps forward.

"No, no tatum, it's okay, she's just doing her job, right gale?" Sidney asks with a laugh.

"Yes, that's right." Gale says with a large smile on her face.

"So, how's the book?" Sidney asks.

"Well, it'll be out later this year." She says smiling.

"Wow, I'll look for it." Sidney states with a small nod.

"I'll send you a copy." She coos, and Sidney uppercuts her full force to the jaw, which makes me laugh in shock, before dewey runs out of my car and pulls tatum and Sidney towards it, and I just stare at gale.

"Write a book about that for me." I tell her before I blow a kiss at her and walk away to the car, where I jump into the front passenger seat.

As I walk into Deweys' room, i smile. It's not changed since the last time I was in here, there's still photos of him and I growing up together plastered over his walls, there's still photos of us together even now over his walls too.

"If I knew you would've been staying, I could've cleaned it a bit more." He says awkwardly and I laugh.

"It's fine, I did say I could stay home, but tatum and your mom both wouldn't let me." I tell him and he smiles and pulls me into his arms

"I wouldn't have either." He whispers with a small kiss to my head, which causes me to laugh before we both walk into Tatums room.

"Thought you might want some ice for that right hook." Dewey says as I rest an arm on his shoulder and we all let out a small laugh.

"We will be right next door, try and get some sleep." Dewey states and tatum turns to me and smiles but glares at dewey.

"Yeah, yeah." She says waving and dewey begins to close the door.

"Night, guys." I say to the two girls.

"Night y/n, love you." They both say in usion and I smile.

"I love you both, too." I say before the door is fully shut, and I slowly walk back into deweys' room where he shuts the door and stares at me.

"You're so beautiful, even when you're stressed, you know that right?" He asks with a small laugh as he grabs my waist and pulls me close to him.

"You're so handsome even when you're being such a doofus." I tell him, mocking tatum with the doofus word and he gags.

As dewey goes to take another step closer to me, his mom begins knocking at the door, and he quickly runs out, me following behind, but I'm guessing it was too late because whoever was on the call doesn't speak.

"Sorry, sorry." I apologise, and he rolls his eyes.

"Better be." He warns, and I nod.

As I sit with Sidney at the table, deweys mom stood behind us with her arms on our shoulders as the news report begins to talk about Cotton and how he killed our mom, I feel all the blood draining out of my face as I stare at the TV screen, as dewey sits next to us he realises and turns the TV off and clears his throat.

"Billy was released." He says as he sits down his plate and places a mug in front of me, the smell of coffee instantly bringing all the blood back to my face.

"His cellular bills were clean, he didn't make those calls." He tells Sidney and I continue to stare at him, I know Billy made those calls.

"We're checking every cellular account in the county. Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross referenced." He continues and I roll my eyes.

"It's gonna take some time, but we'll find him." He then says, and I grab sidneys hand and give it a comforting squeeze.

As we pull up to Woodsboro High in my car, we all step out, and I can't help but to admire dewey with his sunglasses on, but my attention is grabbed by billions of reporters swarming sid, and I have to harshly push them away.

"Are you okay? After all of this?" Dewey asks, I can tell he's trying to ask about my mom dying, but I shake my head.

"A year tomorrow dewey, this is all happening a year after it happened. What if it's the same person that killed my mom?" I whisper and dewey stares at me confused.

"But, you were both convinced it was cotton." Dewey gasps and I shrug.

"Now I'm not sure, dewey, this is all too much, I shouldn't have got involved with this case." I whisper as I feel tears brim my eyes as I shake my head, but dewey pulls me into an extremely tight hug that almost cuts off my airways.

"You did the right thing getting involved in this case. You're the perfect person to solve it, but if you need to take a step back, then tell me." He says as he cups my face and leans down to kiss me, and I kiss back and smile, happy to be in this moment.

As dewey and I drive back to the school, we climb out the car only to be approached by Gale Weathers, and Dewey protectively wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him.

"Hi, gale weather's. Field correspondent top story." She says to Dewey and I just scoff.

"I know who you are, Ms. Weathers. How's the eye?" He says as he motions his head to me.

"Is there a problem on campus?" She quizzes and he shakes his head.

"No, it's all under control." I tell her, hinting that she should piss off.

"Well of course, he's here." She says as she smirks at dewey and my face drops.

"You know, you're not supposed to be here." Dewey warns and she laughs.

"Dewey, come on." I whine, and he nods before the principles voice rings through the speakers, saying that all classes are cancelled, and our city has a 9pm curfew.

As dewey and I continue to walk up the stairs towards the school entererance, I turn to gale and let out a deafening groan.

"You just can't take a fucking hint can you? God gale you were my bestfriend for years but your career just has to come first. You ruined our friendship for that book, you ruined my reputation over that book, and now what? Are you trying to ruin my relationship by flirting with my boyfriend!?" I shriek, and she takes a step back down the stairs.

"Sidney punched you and you still didn't get the fucking hint, so do you want me to punch you too?" I then ask as I raise my fist but dewey quickly grabs it and drags me inside of the school.

As I walk through my house, I quickly gather some things for Sid and I, like our clothes and pyjamas, because we're probably gonna be staying at the Rileys household until our dad's back.

As I entered my room, I almost could've sworn I heard someone walking up the stairs, but I threw it down to my paranoid mind. god, what kind of use is a paranoid FBI agent?

Actually, not even a FBI agent, the head of the FBI.

As I pull out more clothes from my drawers and shove them in bags, I'm now 100% sure there's someone in my house.

"Sidney?" I call as I grab the gun fastened to my belt.

When I don't get an answer, but the footsteps begin running closer to me, I pull the gun from my belt and raise it up towards the wide open door.

"I'm an FBI agent, you do not want to fuck with me!" I scream as I begin storming to the door, but as I look out into the hallway I see nobody.

Stupid shitbag must've run down the stairs when they heard 'FBI agent', I let out a small laugh as I kept my gun in my hand and began making my way downstairs, but whats when a door from behind me flies open, and I feel something sharp being stabbed into my shoulder, and I let out a blood curdling scream before I'm forced to turn around and flung off of the floor, hitting my head extremely hard off the floor as everything begins to spin, everything apart from the knife that's stabbed into the same part of my shoulder, only from the front, probably leaving an all the way through stab wound.

As I raise my gun to the masked killer, he takes the gun from my hand and raises it to my head, and I begin taking deep breaths as I try to sit up to take the gun back, but my breathing comes to a hault when my neck is slit with the knife.

"Y/n! Sidney!? Are any of you in here? I want to talk to either of you." I hear Gale scream, and the killer quickly stands up and shoots me in the lower stomach before running away, and yet again, I let out a large scream as I hear a pair of footsteps running up the stairs.

"Y/n! Shit are you okay!?" She screams, and I just stare at her through tears, as I realise I'm loosing blood fast.

"Phone the police." I cry, and she nods and runs into my room, which she's all too familiar with, and I hear her pick up my phone and begin screaming some shit.

As Gale then runs back through and collapses to my side, I stare at her with a smile.

"I'm sorry for everything. What I did was wrong, I shouldn't have replaced you for some stupid book, and I shouldn't have wrote all they lies, I'm so sorry y/n and if you don't forgive me then I don't blame you, but I just miss you. I miss us, I miss our stupid sleepovers and you talking about Dewey all the time." She cries, and I nod.

"I forgive you." I tell her as I reach my hand up and grab her face, and she grabs my hand with hers.

"I wasn't flirting with dewey either, I've had a serious boyfriend, my cameraman, for a while now." She whispers, and I just nod before the pain coming from my shoulder. My stomach becomes too much, and I begin crying, and I realise I'm losing a lot of blood, but I begun to cry more when I realise there's so much I haven't said, there's so much I haven't done and now I can't do it because I'm dying.

When I wake up in the overly lit hospital room, I quickly stand up and find my jacket, grabbing my pen and notebook from it and writing down instantly who the killer is.

Billy loomis.

When I fall back down onto my hospital bed, I hold my throat and try to talk, but all that comes out are horrible sounding gurgles.

Only seconds later, a nurse runs in with Sidney and dewey running behind her, and I hold up my notebook and repeatedly point at the words sprawled against the lines, and Sidney shoots me a small smile, but it's clearly a frown.

"Y/n, we know. He tried to kill us last night." Sidney says as she sits on the edge of the hospital bed and grabs my hand.

"Y/n, it's going to be best if you don't talk for a few weeks, three weeks at the most, your shoulder will be fine if you don't over work it and go easy on it, and we had the bullet removed from your stomach." The nurse tells me, and I slowly nod before I pull out the notepad again.

"What happened?" I write down.

"Billy and stu, killed tatum and our headteacher, also our mom, and our dad didn't make it to his hotel because they captured him to blame him for the murders, but I shot Billy and stu got a TV dropped on his head." Sidney tells me with a large frown on her face, and I pull her into a hug when she says Tatum, but then I look at dewey and see him almost crying, and I becon him to come over with my hands and he quickly does and he almost practically throws himself ontop of me.

As I slowly run circles on his back, I begin crying too as I realise the murderers of my mom were so close to me, and I didn't realise.

When dewey pulls away from the hug, he stares at me, and then Sidney, and then back at me.

"We're all gonna be alright, yknow, the three of us, if we all stay together, then we'll all be okay." He says as he rubs his tears from his face and pulls Sidney and I into a hug.

"Gale?" I croak, and Sidney gasps when she hears me speak because I'm not actually meant to be talking.

"She's alright, yeah, but I'm more worried about you with that voice." Sidney says with a small laugh, and I smile.

When our dad comes to pick up Sidney, he says hi to me and gives me a small kiss, but he quickly has to leave as he doesn't like seeing me in this state, it leaves only Dewey and I together.

"I think, maybe you should take some time off of work." Dewey says with a small laugh, clearly trying to lighten the mood and it works because he gets a small deformed laugh from me as he stares at me.

"I love you." I croak and dewey shakes his head.

"You're not meant to speak!" He yells, but he quickly realises what I said, and he leans down and kisses me, being careful of my neck, and I kiss back with a large smile on my face.

"Holy shit I love you too." He cries as he cups my face in his hands.

"Will you be my girlfriend? Like, officially and not this unofficial shit?" He gasps, and I nod and kiss him again.

[ladysomething]

honey, I'm homeee!

1. maddie I physically cannot wait for the untitled fic because it seems like it's gonna be good. (let's be honest, if it's yours, is gonna be good. weekly dose of me sending you love 😘)

2. the snippet made me feel a little bit like acting insane, you know?

3. I just now remembered that I, in fact, did not send my ask/rant/yapping session about last chapter. tumblr hates me I think. but, it's coming right up, because we're about to re- read. I do remember that I wanted to hit someone with a pan or something like that. although that happens quite often. regardless of whose face would be on the flat surface of the pan.

+1. brother asks: I do not want to jinx anyone, of course, but can you ask Lady if she believes in the ao3 writer curse and if she has ever experienced or something like it? he's been investigating, next thing you know, he'll be sending you asks himself. /jk

+2. my roommie also, has been investigating. though to a bigger level. he has turned our living room into a giant base of operations. we even have this funny whiteboard with the red thread and a damn lot of random drabbles he makes in the middle of the night only about your fic. If I could I would send you a picture but, as stated beforehand, tumblr hates me. so I can't. yes, he does have a job. a serious, strict and well-paid one at that. his question is: how did Max found Kelly? did he knew her from before, was she in the paddock before? was the recontratripletetrahijueputa carepicha malnacido desgraciado (idk if there's a translation for that insult, so we'll settle for wretch motherfucker) that hurt her was from there? and when will we see more of that Mercedes guy?

have a nice day sweetie! I'll come back in a while with our report. 🫡

blesssss! I won't respond to your first few because I have another ask waiting for me about the new fic, so I'll talk about all that there!!

so for the other stuff:

+1. serious answer: no I don't believe, because if somebody is writing long enough, then obviously something big will happen in their life! non-serious answer ... it's a thing. literally last night I posted the ao3 an hour after our brand new puppy was rushed to the vet after swallowing a bee and going into anaphylactic shock. I posted it to make myself feel better while waiting for news about whether she was going to live. so yes!!! its a thing!!! and well ... you could say I've experienced it, but tbh my life is literally just drama - writing fic - drama - writing fic. so like. ya know.

+2. I WANT TO SEE THE BASE OF OPERATIONS SO BADLY. DM ME??? DISCORD DM ME??? IDC!!

for his questions - can't tell you how Max found Kelly. it will be revealed soon!

can't tell you if he knew her before ... also about to be revealed!

can't tell you where her abuser is from - where about to find out who it is.

I CAN tell you that we will see of the Mercedes guy, his proper purpose will be served within the next ten or so chapters. probably less.

[pauking5]

you know these days I have been ritually coming here everyday to check if the latest chapter of runaway has been released?? Imma wait, cook as much as you like. I am sure it’s already delicious af!

Oh btw what do you think about being Capricorn (sun sign), Pisces (moon sign) and Sagittarius in the rising? these are my main 3 signs..just curious on what you think on it ^_^

And lastly, through all highs and lows you alone are the who keeps going! (Kay it didn’t turn as cool as i hoped it to be, references are gojo’s ‘through heaven and earth I alone am the honored one’ and jimin’s ‘you nice! Keep going!’)

hi dear anon!

oh my, this made a smile appear on my face 🥺 i'm so sorry to keep you waiting so long. i myself kicked my arse for it. but in my defence, i just felt like taking my time with this one. there's no day or night in the past months that i haven't tinkered with it to get it right, and i can happily say it's finally on the final final edit. there's a few stuff i want to work on some more but not too much. also, no one told me i'm cooking before 😏 💅 so thank you sksjsndjjs *flips hair giggling kicking my feet to the moon*

i sure hope it is delicious. she's one big chunky 46k + baby (the most i've ever written god), so i truly hope she's not a bore. i know i asked about the 20k being a lot but yall didn't have an issue with it so have double the bickering and action 🤡 i had thoughts of cutting it open down the middle to make it a two part but i thought i should wrestle with the 1000 block limit some more until it gave me brain damage :). anyways, i am excited as hell for this one because i can prematurely say it's given me ideas for a sequel that kinda i already started working on 😉

now, runaway blabber aside. *flips whiteboard over*

on the astrology side of things, can i just say it's one interesting big three to see. now, this is just my own interpretation of it so take with a grain of salt, or sugar if it fits right. your sun is like your main source of direction, not typically a big area of concern unless the element of the sign manifests in other aspects. your moon is your inner most self, the one that reflects who you most are or your true personality i would say. your rising governs the way you act in regards to things and situations and usually couples with your sun or mars (the depth of your urges), or mercury (the principles and ideas you live by).

a first look at yours and i can tell it's really well balanced.

as a capricorn sun, you're probably a really straight forward person, but coupled with your sag rising i'll bet my cheerios that you're one hell of a planner and have a set way of doing things orderly. it's an earth and fire combo, so where the cap part of you is grounded, the sag part of you might be a little prone to impulsive tendencies.

on your pisces moon, i can already tell you i love you. as a libra, i'm drawn to water aspects a lot and pisces moon is a placement i admire. it gets you out of that monotonous rut of planning and the stress of decision making, acting like your stress reliever and the part of you that likes to unwind through art. you're probably an avid music listener, expressing yourself through making or creating some form of art that lets you be who you want to be in that moment. or you're just a big admirer of it. either way, it's your balancing sign that keeps you tethered to what's important to you first and foremost.

now, your big three is just a few aspects of what makes up the beautiful you an ore of discoveries waiting to be found. your full chart can tell you way more about yourself than just these three aspects. i would advise diving into it and if you happen to find it difficult to dissect, i am always happy to provide help. i have times where i start researching one random placement in mine that i thought less of until it unveils so much i didn't know that resonated with me, putting it in the words i could never find. that and it's really fun and eye opening to read more about yourself from someone else's perspective astrologically. so if you need help, feel free to pop into my dms anytime 🤗

lastly, i love the quote of motivation. truly inspiring if it comes from dear gojo (lord bless his heart). so in true fashion, i'll leave you with one that's helped me through a lot of hard times when i wanted nothing more but to stop.

when you think you can't give it any more, you can put in a little more.

hope you're having a good day or night, keeping healthy, rested and happy ❤️

[dorkasdaydreams]

Sweet Serenade (Part 1)

Juliana/Kieran (Pokémon Scarlet & Violet)

Summary:

Juliana and Kieran ever imagined they'd both want the same thing on the same day.

Word Count: TBA

A/N:

Happy Valentine's Day! Sadly, I won't be able to finish this fic right away. Instead, I'm splitting it into two parts. Hope you all enjoy it regardless!

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The students of Blueberry Academy were a bit more lively than usual. Many of them were carrying pink & red boxes and balloons, while others toted bouquets and Pokémon plushies. Everyone was striding through the vibrantly decorated hallways with a hopeful gleam in their eyes (and a few with flushed cheeks). There was good reason everyone was acting this way today. It was that special day of the year when families, friends, and couples showed their love and appreciation for one another.

Yes, today was Valentine's Day, and one young lady in particular was determined to celebrate it in the best way possible. Juliana, the exchange student-turned-BB League Champion & League Club president, cradled a box of heart candies in her arms as if it was a newborn. Each individual piece had a romantic message printed on the front. As she strolled over to her first class, Juliana only had one person on individual. That person would be the recipient of her gift: her boyfriend, Kieran.

Despite only being together for a couple of months, the two of them were practically inseparable. Kieran was already so many things to Juliana. He was her closest confidant, her favorite battle partner, her sweetheart...and so much more. He deserved something extra special today. However, the heart candies weren't exactly the main gift she'd bestow upon him. They were merely a prelude to the main event.

The young champion hurried into the Pokemon Lore Studies classroom. The whiteboard had little doodles of various Pokemon symbolizing love, such as Luvdisc, Tandemaus, and even Applin (her personal favorite of the bunch). Students were still up and about, trading cards and candy. Well, not all of them. To her surprise, Kieran was already there, seated at his usual spot and scribbling on a piece of paper. His hair was tied back as usual (save for his bangs), and he sported the summer uniform just as he did when the two of them first met. She quietly took her seat and opened the candy box.

Kieran didn't even notice his girlfriend sitting next to him. He was too busy writing down a hundred different ways he could make her a very important request that had been on his mind for at least a few weeks. As he skimmed over the plans he had so far, he heard something sliding in his direction. Looking to his left, he saw Juliana smiling bashfully at him with a heart candy underneath her index finger. The phrase on the treat read "Kiss me?" in all caps.

To say Kieran was flustered would be quite the understatement. The very phrase he wanted to ask her had been thrown back in his face, and he hadn't prepared for this outcome. He was about to respond when he heard claps from the front of the room. The Pokemon Lore professor was already at her desk, sporting a pink cardigan and red beret as opposed to her usual orange and green ensemble.

"Hey, everyone! I know you're all excited to exchange gifts, but we should really start class now! Get to your seats, please!" The class followed her instructions, taking their seats and putting their gifts away for later. "Aw man..." With a defeated sigh, Kieran whispered "Let's talk about this later..." to Juliana, who nodded as she took out her laptop to take notes.