#made too many gifs again unfortunately i don't know how to be normal

[exdeputysonso]

Brad Dourif as Jack Dante | Death Machine (1994) - pt 2

[ghostboneswrites2]

Arrowhead Jr ||One Shot

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring all my work here slowly!

Summary: Daryl has baby fever

This was a request on my old blog: "ever since i saw daryl holding baby judith ive dreamt about him having absolute baby fever w reader and after babysitting him pestering reader about one?"

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: Profanity, birth, babies, mostly fluffy

        "Check this out." Daryl said excitedly, holding up a camo onesie he found. You were on a small run with a few others in search of some new clothes for little Judith, since she had outgrown most of the ones she had. 

        "This is for newborns." You told him, taking the tiny outfit out of his hands.

        "I know.." He shrugged, taking it back and setting it down. 

        "Oh, god. Don't start." You begged. "Not again."

        You had been with him since the prison, after Woodbury fell. You were one of the many refugees Rick had taken in after the town fell apart, and the archer took a liking to you from the beginning. You guessed it was partially due to your friendship with his morally-gray brother before his unfortunate passing, but it was mostly just because you were you. He loved you for it. However, recently, with the safety of Alexandria's walls, he somehow caught one of the scariest diseases; Baby Fever. Especially after the two of you spent a day watching her so Rick could work and Carl could go do normal teenager things for a change.

        "Not startin' nothin." He mumbled.

        "No, but you're doing that thing again!" You argued.

        "What?" He shrugged.

        "That! The sad face and the--"

        "That place is perfect." He explained. "The--"

        "I know, I know. The big walls and the pretty houses and the people and the--"

        "I see you with Judith. I see how you look at her, how you rub her nose to get her to fall asleep and all them lil songs ya sing when she cries."

        "So what are you saying?"

        "Just that we could." He admitted. 

        "Just 'cause we could doesn't mean we should." You sighed

        "I know that, it's just... I wanna."

        "Well that's easy to say when you don't have to carry and birth a child to get one." 

        "Forget it." He huffed.

        The rest of the trip was in silence, and not the comfortable kind you so often shared. You were both frustrated. Him, because ever since he held Judith for the first time, when he fed her that first meal she ever had and felt the rush of nurturing a crying, sweet little baby, a hole formed inside him and it grew bigger every day. He never could have seen himself as a family man before that moment, but ever since, it was a primal urge he couldn't resist. To love a woman, to father a child, to protect and provide for his own family. He had already achieved finding a woman worth his affections, which was you, of course, but he still didn't have his own family and it ate him up.

        Your frustrations were sourced elsewhere, though. For one, giving birth sounded absolutely terrifying, especially in a world lacking in hospitals, epidurals, prenatal and postpartum care. You could handle a fair amount of pain, but birth was an entirely different playing field. Not to mention the risks. You had heard what happened to Judith's mom. How could you risk that? How could he expect you to? And that was just the tip of the iceberg. What kind of world would this be for a child? What kind of life would it have? Alexandria was always too good to be true, and sooner or later something would happen, and you'd all be running for your lives again. It was only a matter of time, to you. To be pregnant would mean no more runs, no more fighting, none of the things that made you useful. You'd just be a big burden with swollen ankles.

        You didn't speak when you all arrived back home, or during dinner, or after. It wasn't until you went to take a shower, until you had already stripped down and stepped into the steamy stream of water. He had silently snuck into the bathroom, undressed, and surprised you by pulling the curtain aside and joined you. You had your back turned to him, allowing the water to rush over you and wash away your racing thoughts. He grabbed the bar of soap and lathered it in his hands until he was satisfied, then he began to wash you. You loved when he did that, it was one of your favorite affections he'd show. He always started by massaging your neck and shoulders, then your back, then your arms, and he'd turn you around and work on the front. With little explanation needed, that was his favorite part.

        "Can we at least think about it?" He finally asked, eyes and hands stationed on your bare skin as you watched his face.

        "We can think about it all we want but it doesn't change anything."

        "But this place is safe. And there's a doctor here. And-- Hell, this house alone is more than either of us could've given a kid before the world turned to shit." He argued. You sighed.

        "I just can't shake the feeling that none of this is permanent." You confessed. He stopped washing you for a moment, considering your concerns.

        "What else?" He asked.

        "What else what?"

        "The other reasons. What else?"

        "This place could fall."

        "Don't mean it will."

        "The doctor could die."

        "I'll make sure he don't."

        "There could be complications."

        "That's what the doctor's for."

        "I can't help on runs or fight or--"

        "Got plenty of people that can do that."

        You took a breath. Was he gonna have a rebuttal to each argument you made?

        "Well," you said, "pregnancy makes us crazy."

        "You're already crazy." He smirked. You rolled your eyes.

        "What about medicine? Epidural? You need and anesthesiologist for that and we don't have that which means I'll feel everything and it's gonna hurt!" You rambled. His smirk grew into an amused grin. "What?" You scoffed.

        "You're scared." He said.

        "So what if I am? I should be. You should be. I could die. The baby could die. It could die down the line when we can't protect it--"

        "Now you just insult me. I'd never let a damn thing happen to you or that kid." He snapped. You gritted your teeth together.

        "You can't control everything. What about childbirth? Women died during birth when there were teams of doctors and surgeons. What about now?"

        "You wont." He shook his head. 

        "Why would you want a baby with me anyways?" You groaned. "I don't even like kids!"

        "Now that's just lyin' to yourself, darlin'."

        "Is not!" 

        "Might've been able to convince me if you never let me see you with Lil Ass Kicker, but you're a natural."

        "Jesus. Are you gonna give our baby weird nicknames too?" You asked as the two of you switched sides in the shower so you could was him too.

        "Our baby?" He repeated. You eyes widened.

        "Hypothetically." You corrected. "Our maybe, hypothetical, improbable baby."

        "Nah, I was thinkin' Arrowhead Jr for ours."

        You couldn't help it, you laughed.

        "You're insane." You shook your head, massaging his shoulder with the suds.

        "Look," he sighed. "I'm not gettin' any younger and I want a family. I already got the girl, now I need the girl to have my babies."

        "Babies?!" You gawked. "How many do you expect me to have? I'm not a damn fetus factory I can't just spread my legs and pop them out on a fucking conveyor belt." 

        "I was thinkin' two."

        "Two." You repeated, hoping that hearing the word from someone else would wake him up, maybe make him understand how ludicrous he sounded.

        "Mhm." 

        Guess not.

        "Two!" You said again. "Two babies that you want me to grow and birth."

        "Yep."

        "Do you know what you're asking me to do?"

        "Yeah." He said, turning around to face you. "I'm askin' you to be the mother of my kids and spend the rest of your life with me."

        "Um, the rest of your life. Women live longer than men, statistically speaking."

        "Then think about it. Make the rest of my life mean somethin'."

        "Ugh." You growled. You really weren't going to win this one, no matter how hard you fought. "If you wanted kids so bad why didn't you find someone who had the same goal?"

        "Don't want no one else. Just you."

        "And a kid."

        "Two kids."

        "Let's start with one." You relented.

        He grabbed your face as soon as you spoke the words and kissed you excitedly.

        "Better start workin' on it then." He said, lifting you off the ground and pressing your back to the wall. Things only got steamier from there, and not because of the hot shower.

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        "Shit!" You whispered, staring down at the third test you'd taken. "Shit shit shit shit!"

        To say it was panic would be an understatement. It was sheer terror. You guessed you knew this was coming but you weren't ready for it yet. The only solace you found was the fact that Daryl would be home soon, and you'd get to see his face light up when you handed him not one, not two, but three positive pregnancy tests.

        He came home shortly after you wiped your tears and pulled yourself together. You were in the kitchen making him a pot of coffee, one that you'd usually share. Yet another thing you wouldn't be able to do for the next nine months.

        You heard the door open, you heard him kick his boots off and set them by the door, and you heard him greet you as he entered the kitchen.

        "Hey." He said casually as you turned to hand him a steamy mug of black coffee, just how he liked it.

        "Hey." You replied, sitting down at the table across from where he took his usual seat. He gave you a weird look when he sat down. He could read you like an open book, and there was very obviously something going on with you that day.

        "No coffee?" He asked, taking a sip of his own. You shook your head. "You okay?" You shrugged. "Talk to me." He said.

        You decided to let him see for himself as you failed to form the words. You were terrified for a lot of reasons, but most of all your pride wouldn't let you say the words, because as much as you hated to admit it, you were also happy. You were happy to make him happy, and you were excited to have someone else to love.

        You reached in your pocket and set the first test on the table. He stopped blowing on his coffee and stared at it for a moment before looking back to you. Then, you set the second one down. He pushed his eyebrows together, either out of confusion or shock, you weren't sure. Then you slapped the third test down beside the first two. He set his coffee down and stood, leaning over them to examine them. You realized he probably didn't know what a single line versus a double line meant, so you gave him a second to read the tests before he reacted.

        The second it hit him it showed. His head snapped up at you, eyes wide.

        "F'real?" He asked quietly. You nodded once and he rushed over to your side, gripping your cheeks between his hands and kissing you over and over and over. You couldn't help but chuckle as you tried to push him back.

        "Oxygen, Daryl!" You giggled. "The baby needs to breathe!"

        "C'mon. We gotta go tell Carol. And Rick. And Glenn. And Maggie." He rambled on and on, adding names as they popped in his head while he pulled you to your feet and ushered you to the door.

        "Daryl!" You protested. "Wait I need shoes!"

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        You could barely hear Carol as she coached you through pushing with each contraction. The pain was insane and Daryl's hand was probably broken after you had been squeezing it so hard. Denise, the new doctor after Rick may or may not have killed the last one, was also talking you through, sending encouraging words as the baby's head made an entrance.

        "Okay. Breathe. Breathe. One more big push." Carol cooed to your right as Daryl encouraged you from the left.

        "C'mon, (Y/N), you're kickin' ass." He said. Admittedly he spent most of the time it took you to get to this point silent, shock written all over his face. He had no idea how to help you through this, he realized, but he fed off Carol's energy and began to give small words of encouragement when he heard Denise say she could see the baby's head.

        When the next contraction hit, you screamed in agony, pushing with all your might, just like Carol told you. 

        "It's just like doing a sit up."

        You could feel when the baby was out, but you were so exhausted your head just fell back on the pillow as you caught your breath. It wasn't until you heard the baby cry that you looked down at Denise to see her wiping the baby clean and wrapping it in a blanket. She walked over and set the baby down on your chest. "Skin to skin contact is important." She told you, before looking over to Daryl. "For you too, if you want to take your shirt off."

        Daryl was too stunned, just watching in awe as you stared down at your crying newborn baby with admiration. It took him a minute, and a little nudge from Carol who had walked over to his side, before he snapped out of it and leaned in close to you. He got a good look at the baby before he asked, "Boy or girl?"

        "Boy." Denise smiled. She was ecstatic, having successfully aided in the birth of your child.

        "We have a son." Daryl laughed, although it was more of a happy cry. He wiped a tear from his eye as he stood up and removed his shirt, holding his arms out in hopes you'd let him hold his boy.

        "Yeah, we do." You grinned, giving your baby a kiss on the head before you passed him over to his father.  Daryl was breathless as he scooped the infant into his arms, bouncing him and whispering sweet nothings.

        "Hey, little Arrowhead." He laughed. He had called him that for the entire pregnancy.

        "I was thinking about naming him (name of your choice). What do you think?" You asked.

        He nodded and kissed little (baby name). 

        "Hey, (baby name). I'm your daddy."

[widowsistersandfriends]

Don't Poke the Bear

Request: Oooh could you do Agatha, Rio and the reader having a tickle war? ☺️ The show is so good so far

Summary: The reader and teen accidentally overhear Agatha and Rio having a spicy-ish conversation, and reader pays the price for spying on them.

Note: Thank you so much for this request! I truly enjoyed writing for them and I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 1908

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You were a new witch who had recently joined the Coven with Agatha, Rio, Jen, Alice, and Lilia. Plus the teen, of course. Along the road, you all had to take breaks after the hardships of each trial. To your luck, there was a house along the way that was meant for resting. The seven of you cautiously entered the house, suspicious of the possibility of a hidden trial.

However, once you guys entered, there were no signs of a trial. Normal furniture was around the house, but everyone agreed to not drink or eat anything inside the house.

You all wandered off in small groups, exploring the house. You and the teen were walking around together, both the two most curious out of the group. 

“Isn’t it amazing how all these houses and buildings are created on the road?” The teen asked you.

“It is quite impressive. Whoever made this road must be the craftiest of them all!” You exclaimed. 

You both stared in awe at the large windows that overpowered the living room, letting in the optimal amount of light to make the home look more modern.

“Can you believe how many rooms are in this house?” You asked the teen, as you two pushed open the door to what you believed was the master bedroom. 

The teen was about to respond, but you quickly covered his mouth as you both quickly moved out of view. 

“Just like old times, right?” Rio said to Agatha.

“No, Rio.” Agatha said flatly.

“I’m here to get my powers back. I’m not here to play your silly little games,” Agatha said sternly. 

“But last time I heard, you loved my silly little games,” Rio said with a small giggle. 

You heard Agatha sigh loudly, as the two of you tried to peek through the small crack to get a better view of what was going on. 

“Come here,” Rio said enticingly.

“Shut up, Rio,” Agatha said, pacing around now to pretend as if she was planning the coven’s next move.

“Agatha.” Rio said threateningly.

You and the teen both covered up your mouths to prevent the giggles from escaping your lips, as it was uncommon to see Agatha being bossed around.

You both watched, as Rio suddenly pulled Agatha down to the bed with her, making you both gasp in excitement. Unfortunately, your gasps were a little too loud, and they had both heard and quickly sat up, bolting over to the door. The teen took off running to anywhere in the house but there. However, you were too shocked at what had just happened, so your legs froze and you ended up not running or hiding anywhere. 

The door quickly swung open, and you were met with two pairs of eyes staring you down intensely. 

“Y/N! What are you doing outside this room?” Agatha demanded.

“Oh me? I was just uh, looking for the rest of the gang, heheh,” you said nervously. 

“You’re a terrible liar,” Rio said bluntly, as Agatha dragged you into the room and shut the door. 

They sat you on the bed before speaking.

“Tell us what you heard and saw,” Agatha said.

“Oh, what I didn’t hear anything or see anything. I was just passing by,” you lied.

“Strike one,” Rio said flatly. 

“Hey! I was telling the truth!” You insisted.

“Yeah, that’s why you gasped and someone else took off running,” Agatha said, with an unamused eye roll.

“Okay fine, maybe I heard you two flirting and maybe also saw you guys about to make out,” you said defensively with a shrug. 

Agatha narrowed her eyes at you.

“Is that what you think you saw?” She asked.

“No, that’s what I know I saw,” you said cheekily. 

They both rolled their eyes.

“Hey look at that, you guys are so in sync,” you teased again.

“You wanna keep poking the bear?” Agatha asked.

You thought for a moment before shrugging, earning another sigh.

“Look Y/N, what happens between me and Agatha is between me and Agatha,” Rio stated clearly. 

You looked between the two of them, before speaking.

“Well yeah, clearly it’s between you two,” you said with a giggle, implying that you meant physically. 

“Also it’s Agatha and me not me and Agatha,” you corrected Rio. 

“Oh that’s it. You’ve gone way past three strikes,” Rio said, as your eyes widened in fear. 

“Wait what happens after three strikes?” You asked, starting to back away from the two of them.

“You feel our wrath,” Agatha said, as they both bombarded you with a tickle attack.

“NO WAIHAHAIT STAHAHAP,” you pleaded, trying to swat their hands away.

No matter how hard you tried, there was no way to defend yourself against four hands. 

“This is what you get for poking the bear!” Agatha exclaimed, digging her thumbs into your ribs, making you howl with laughter. 

Rio was busy holding your legs down so you wouldn’t kick her in the face. She now decided to sit on your legs and begin tickling your feet, causing you to scream with laughter.

“ALRIHIHIGHT STAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE IM SOHORRY,” you yelped.

“Stop? We’re just getting started,” Rio said with a smirk, gently scratching her nails along the soles of your feet. 

The two of them eventually gave you a break, but they weren’t done yet. 

“We gotta make sure we find out all your spots so we have them handy,” Agatha insisted. 

“What do you mean? You asked.

“It means, some spots are better suited for some situations. If you’re being cheeky, that calls for a pinch to the side. If you’re sad or need cheering up we better go for the feet to really get you laughing. And if you are being an extreme brat then we go for your death spot. Which we’re gonna find out soon,” Rio said, smiling at you evilly. 

“Alright Green Witch,” you said, as Rio gave your knee a squeeze, causing you to yelp and jump out of your skin.

“See? Need a spot for everything,” Rio said, as Agatha nodded in agreement.

“On the same page again, I see,” you teased the two of them.

Without another word, Rio moved to bring your arms up above your head, as Agatha sat on your waist.

“NO! I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GONNA DO!” You shouted, quickly trying to squirm away. 

“And what is that?” Agatha asked.

“Tickle my armpits!” You cried.

“Well dear since you asked so nicely I guess I will,” Agatha said, giving an evil laugh as you fell into her trap. With that her nails started to scratch away at your exposed armpits.

“AGATHA! STAHAHAP!”

“You better not expose Rio and me to the others,” Agatha warned.

“THEY ALREHEHEADY KNOHOW,” you shouted, wanting to get your armpits away from those evil fingers. 

This only made her tickle you harder, bringing in a fresh new wave of laughter. 

“OHOKAY STAHAHAP IHIM SOHORRY IHIHIHI WOHONT TELL PLEHEHEASE,” you pleaded, growing redder by the minute.

“Hmm, okay I’ll believe you for now,” Agatha said, as Rio released your arms. 

You lay there catching your breath when Rio suddenly spoke up.

“What about you Agatha?” 

“What about me,” Agatha spat back.

“Are you ticklish? Might be a good way to get you to submit,” Rio said while grinning. 

You were genuinely curious about this too, but were worried that saying anything else would get you pinned and wrecked again. 

“No, that’s for wimps,” Agatha scoffed. 

“Exactly,” Rio said, now tackling Agatha and tickling her sides.

To your surprise, she burst out into laughter almost immediately, a side of her you hardly ever saw. Usually she was only laughing at people. 

“Oh what’s this? The big bad witch is ticklish?” Rio asked while grinning. 

“NOHOHO SHUHUT UP!” Agatha cackled, as Rio then dug into her hips.

You watched from the side in amusement, tempted to jump in and tickle her. However, your thoughts then turned into questioning whether Rio was ticklish. Although the two witches were both usually stoic and composed, Rio was just a bit harder to crack. 

You were looking for an opening while Agatha was still a laughing mess, cursing out Rio with every word you could think of.

“YOU AHAHASSHOLE,” Agatha shouted, trying to throw punches at Rio.

“Yeah, but I’m your asshole,” Rio teased, dancing her fingers over Agatha’s stomach and ribs.

You saw that Rio’s foot was left completely unguarded, as she was currently on her knees with her feet behind her. Part of you wanted to test, but the worst case scenario was that she wasn’t ticklish and would flip the tables back onto you. 

You decided to reach out and drag a nail down her foot, which to your delight, caused her to jerk her foot away, giving Agatha the chance to escape. 

“Well, looks like you’re useful for something,” Agatha said, as she got up hastily. 

“Not my fault you were too busy getting tickled,” you said, quickly blocking her attack to tickle your side. 

“Rio, you’re the only one who hasn’t been tickled,” you stated.

“And it’s gonna stay that way,” Rio said flatly. 

“You know, you’re real tough and confident, but I’d just love to see you giggle,” you teased. You gave Agatha a look to help you, as you knew she was the secret weapon.

“I wanna see you giggle too…honey,” Agatha added, making Rio blush against her will.

“You know, I’d love to but unfortunately I’m not ticklish,” Rio said.

You eyed her carefully before pouncing on her, while Agatha helped pin her. 

“Get off of me!” Rio demanded.

“Not a chance,” you said, now kneading her thighs, causing her face to scrunch up. She was fighting for her life to not laugh, but you knew you would break her soon.

Agatha smirked, and began tickling Rio’s neck, making her burst into rare high-pitched giggles. 

“Don’t think I forgot your secret spot,” Agatha whispered in her ear, making her giggle even more and swat at her.

“Ihihim gonna kihihill bohoth of youhou!” Rio exclaimed through her laughter. 

“Really?” You asked, now blowing a raspberry on her stomach and poking in between her ribs, making her laugh hysterically now.

“Y/N STAHAHAHAP IHIHI MEHEHEAN IHIHIT!” Rio shouted.

“Wow, you’re really not that scary when you’re a ticklish mess,” Agatha commented, making Rio kick out in frustration. 

You eventually got scared of Rio’s threats and decided to let her up.

“So now you guys can’t use this against me. Because I’ve got two things against you. Your little secret love and the fact that you’re both hilariously ticklish,” you teased.

“Oh don’t even, Y/N. You’re way more ticklish than both of us,” Rio said, threatening to tickle you again to prove her point.

You yelped and quickly hid behind a pillow.

“Who else was with you when you were spying?” Agatha asked.

You thought for a moment. You were slightly mad that the teen ditched you and made you take the punishment alone. But you were partly glad since it led to these new discoveries. 

“Don’t lie Y/N, we can definitely tell,” Rio said. 

She began to softly spider tickle your stomach, making you squeal and quickly admit that the teen was also with you.

“Interesting,” Agatha said thoughtfully. 

“Oh well, time to count your ribs then,” Rio said, out of the blue.

“W-wait w-what why?” You asked, as the three way tickle fight started all over again. 

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[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 10: lingering touches

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @deepperplexity, @smilingformoney

warnings: swearing

I smiled at Severus as I passed, my hand reaching out to touch his in the safety of his robes. He nodded as he passed, fingers tangling with mine momentarily before drifting away as we headed in opposite directions. Thus was how we interacted in front of the students. Sitting down next to him at dinner, I pressed my foot against his.

“how were classes today?” I asked, looking out over the great hall as the students chattered. “I heard Finnegan managed not to blow up his cauldron for once.”

“You heard correctly.” Severus said, grabbing his goblet before turning to look at me with a small smirk. “But unfortunately longbottom nearly poisoned us all with the fumes from his.” I sighed and shook my head.

“for a boy so handy in herbology, he really sucks at the practical element of it all.” I fussed as I passed along the potatoes to hagrid. “Still…at least there weren’t any trips to the hospital wing?”

"Not today thank Merlin." Severus breathed out. "I saw you leaving earlier. Everything alright?"

"Oh that." I laughed. "A student thought it would be funny to turn into me before class. I wasn't paying attention and well...I thought it was an actual mirror since we were practicing beautification charms. Leaned a little too close and bonk." I shrugged. "We're both fine. Turns out Madame Pomfrey didn't even know we had a fucking metamorphmagus at Hogwarts. They hid their talents well."

"Indeed." Severus said, having finished eating and putting his hand on my knee. "But just in case, I'll check my stores. Make sure no one is making polyjuice potion again." I nodded.

"I doubt it but you never know." I agreed. After dinner, we walked back to my quarters with our shoulders touching. "Thank you Severus. I look forward to our rounds tomorrow night." He nodded before turning and headed back to the dungeons. The next night, Severus offered me his hand as we walked the grounds.

"You know, when all this is over..." He started. I nodded.

"It'll be nice to be open about all this." I agreed. Severus smiled at me, leading me past the Herbology green houses and towards the entrance to the dungeons. He paused before pulling me into one of the many secret passages the school offered. Severus pulled me into a kiss that made me weak in the knees. I wrapped my arms around him to try to remain upright. "You know the Weasley twins can probably see us on that map they took from Filtch right?" I asked when we had parted for air.

"I don't fucking care." Severus laughed. "Let them. Who are they going to tell?" He said, eyes shining. "And what if they treat us a little kinder or a little different than normal. At least they'll stay out of trouble." Severus' hand ghosted down my side.

“you don’t know that sev.” I giggled. He ducked his head to kiss along my neck before kissing me deeply. “Oh sev.” I breathed out as his hands kneaded my hips.

“I can’t keep doing this. Lingering touches and hidden rendezvous.” He breathed out. “How much longer?” I sighed as he pulled me as tight against him as he could.

“nearly there sev. Nearly there.” I assured him, running my fingers through his hair. Severus pulled back with a nod, kissing me again deeply before breaking away and leading me back into the dungeons to finish our rounds.

[urf1lterr]

lovesick | pedro pascal [4]

"and on this night and in this light i think im falling, im falling for you."

previous chapter: [3] series masterlist

summary: in which a 1975-obsessed film student accidentally falls in love with an older man she can't have.

pairing: actor!pedro x intern!reader

genre: acting world!au, big age-gap!, strangers to friends- maybe lovers?? au | angst, mature, awkward, love- eventually

word count: 10.6k

status: in progress

author's note: so sorry for the long wait! but i tried making this chapter longggg. i typically have my days off altogether and the rest of the week booked with work/school. i try to post many chapters within my short timeframe (bc im booked af) so pls expect another update soon after this one! sadly, it takes me around 8-10 hours to write one bc its hard to think lol. also, i don't want this to be too long of a series and kinda wanna connect the dots- slowly but surely, ya know? not edited.

"So, he just came knocking on your door at 6am?" Joon questioned, taking a sip of his smoothie soon afterwards. "I can't even wake up that early."

"We had to do that everyday for our last job."

"I woke up ten minutes before I had to be out the door," he shrugged. "Men get ready fast."

"Anyway," you eyed him as he cluelessly did the same, confused as to why you wouldn't look away. "I don't remember him coming."

"Yeah, because you fucking freaked out and hallucinated over Lady Gaga," Jules exclaimed, you automatically cringing just at the horrible memories you've recently faced with that damn cat.

Once she explained what had happened hours after you had woken up, you were disturbingly shocked.

And the fact that your sleepiness was to blame had you going insane- imagine all the other odd things you may had committed while under the covers.

But you will admit you did remember some of that night's events clearly, again like you practically making out with Lady Gaga- although she was the one who licked your face endlessly first.

Mortified just by the thoughts, you will never be able to face Pedro again sanely.

How could you when you recently dreamed about a man 25 years older being intimate with you- that's...confusing. And the worst part of it all was you couldn't say anything to anyone with the fear of being judged or laughed at- maybe both.

The thing was you couldn't quite understand why you had to dream about that. Maybe your time of the month was coming and your hormones targeted the first guy you had nonstop contact with?

No, that would've been Joon.

Attraction may had played a part but Joon definitely had that, Pedro as well but a little different...age-wise at least. There's no way you felt allured for men with bad jokes and rough skin- no offense. Right?

He did text you that same morning he dropped by and commented on how creepy you are half asleep and whether or not you agreed to his 'business' proposal. Not trying to start a conversation you knew you couldn't finish, out of second-hand shame, you just replied a simple:

LOL but busy with school atm to make a final decision- tell ya later

That later still hasn't arrived.

Unfortunately, you forgot to ask him why he made a random visit that morning- but you weren't going to ask him days later. In your mind, you need to avoid him. There's no way you'd be able to act normal after have unholy fascinations about him.

Not that it'll be a problem, you two hadn't seen each other for weeks before your cafe encounter, you're sure you can do it again without him noticing your distance.

It's been about two days since then which meant you didn't have to prioritize so much of your time on homework, you'll just save that for Sunday when it's all due.

"Did you bother to ask him why?" Jules added, turning to you. "He obviously wasn't coming to see me- I barely know the guy."

"You do know him!" you argue as she rolls her eyes. "You literally got mad at me for not recognizing him the first time we met."

"He's a celebrity- everybody knows him," she defends before tilting her head in curiosity. "But you two are oddly close, it's kind of weird."

"No," you shake your head, trying to laugh off her suspicions. "We are casual friends who fan girl over the same things."

People did take notice how close Pedro and you were but it wasn't anybody's fault you two had so much in common. Both of you loved Starbucks, going on hikes- when you weren't lazy, and believe Matt Healy is extremely attractive.

If they have a problem with that they can sue you.

"I see it," Joon adds, jumping up a bit. "Him and I barely talk and we're men- we should be bonding easily!"

"You're...you," Jules cringes, making Joon glare in return. "I can understand why he chooses not to be close to you."

Laughing, you watch as Joon quickly flips her the finger before he continues on with the conversation. "I just feel like he always comes around only to see you, it was pretty obvious since the first time he took us home."

Furrowing your eyebrows, you didn't understand what he meant by that. Pedro offered all three of you a ride home, not just you.

Already feeling done with this topic, you wanted to switch it before things started escalating and freaky theories started unfolding. They had every right to question your friendship, but you were starting to think they might be leading down a road where they may soon develop other impressions as to what your friendship might have been.

Why are you even thinking that? That's so inappropriate to imagine.

"You two are silly, he probably needed my advice on something or wanted to workout," you suggest, their faces showing they weren't fully convinced. "But anywho, did you call Yoongi yet?"

"I don't think that's a great idea," Joon declared, adjusting in your warm sofa. "He's not really a skating kind of guy."

Since it was Friday and you had no plans, you thought it would be a fun idea to be adventurous for once and do something you would never do on a regular basis.

Ice Skate.

Your friends were extremely down with the idea, but you needed a fourth person to make the group complete. Why not a skinny, impatient blonde man who would probably spend the whole night complaining about why this plan was awful?

Right now you could use some other grumpiness in your life.

"Just tell him to go," you beam back, clapping your hands in excitement as you'll soon be able to fall countless of times on the ice. "I'll buy him hot cocoa."

"You better do it or he'll never let that go," Joon states.

After hours of sitting around and blasting random music through your speakers, the three of you were ready to set off on your journey of locating the ice rink.

If it wasn't for Joon's constant whining to stop walking to take pictures of the scenery you probably would've arrived 15 minutes sooner than your actual arrival, but too bad your friend is a nature freak.

"You taking pictures of the pigeons better not be the reason why you're late," you heard Yoongi grumble as the three of you finally found him sitting on a bench near the entrance of the rink, staring directly at Joon who just scoffed.

"I'm sorry if my happiness bothers you," Joon snapped back as Yoongi just stood up from his seat and made his way to your trio.

Grabbing your ice skates wasn't too difficult as the long line seemed to flow by smoothly, but standing on them was a different story.

"I can't do this," you squeal as your hurriedly motion your arms around to find some balance. "I'm falling!"

Yoongi sent you a questionable look as he watched your poor attempts to stay still embarrassing. "We're not even on the ice yet."

Feeling a hand grab a hold on your shoulders and practically drag your feet towards the ice, you glance up to see Jules steadily directing you to face your fears.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"Are you going to push her in?!" you hear Joon gasp a few feet behind you but you couldn't turn your head as you rather focused your attention on yanking yourself off of Jules.

"It was her idea so she'll be the one going in first."

"Ahh!" you screech, putting all your pressure on your feet to stop her hard pull. Spiraling your ankles in the most crucial ways, you start to lightly slap her arms off you as she continues to fight them off.

One thing about her was she's going to make sure to remind you that this was your idea.

Feeling an arm gently tug you off her grip, you landed on Yoongi's side as Jules whined in return, offended that he ruined her vicious plan. Respectfully, he kept you stable with an arm wrapped behind your middle back as you gripped his other one, fearful she might snatch you away again.

"Why would you do that?!"

"I don't think watching her fall face first on the hard ice would be a fun sight to see," he bluntly returned as Jules huffed. "The sight of blood gives me the ick."

"I was waiting for that moment all afternoon," Jules sighed, disappointed that she wouldn't be seeing you fall- yet.

Waiting for her to walk away to go on the ice, you see Joon follow her before you released your friend, relieved that she wouldn't be partaking in her scandalous scheme just yet.

"You do know how to skate, right?" Yoongi asked, his uncertain eyes on yours as you crazily wave your arms in front of him to rub off his questionable thoughts.

"Do I? Of course I do!" you argue, making your way towards the ice until you were two feet away from it. Putting your feet on the edge, you hesitate as you could feel the cold breeze wrap around you legs. "I'm gonna go now."

"Yippy," he states, waiting at your poor attempts to convince him.

Giving him a thumbs up, you clap your hands together to try to reassure yourself that you could do this, forgetting that he was right behind you secretly laughing.

Taking one final breath, you placed your right foot on top of the ice steadily, trying your best not to make any harsh movements, until you felt a hard jerk on your upper body, making you lose yourself in an instant.

"God, if you don't know how to skate why would you suggest it?" Yoongi grumbled, gliding both your bodies along the ice as he held tightly onto your arms. You were practically skating like a wet dog in front of him, begging with your eyes for him not to abandon you.

"I always wanted to try."

Sending you an annoyed look, you zipped your mouth as his arms were now securing you, closing any gaps there may have been and giving you the ride of your life.

Shutting your eyes harshly, you didn't dare to witness the environment around as you felt the icy wind slap your face the faster you two- or at least by Yoongi's swaying, got.

There were times where he did pretend to lose his balance, causing you to cry in horror and him immediately placing his hand over your mouth by how loud you weaped.

But other than that, you came to enjoy his help as your two other friends rudely abandoned you guys in order to practice their poor attempts of leaping across the rink.

"Okay," Yoongi started, releasing his left hand from your side and keeping you close with only his other. "Now you try on your own."

Fear creeping up in your face, you rapidly shake your head in disagreement and try catching his recent abandoned arm, which he denied. "I can't."

"Can't or won't?" he countered back making you silent.

He did have a point.

"C'mon, it's not that hard. If Joon could do it, you can."

"He's literally on the ground right now," you whine as Yoongi quickly averts his eyes in search of your tall friend, soon finding Joon clutching his knee in pain as Jules records on her phone.

"No."

Sighing, he continues to look around, trying to plan out an idea that would at least convince you to slide a few feet alone without his help until he smirked and met your eyes.

"What would Matt Healy do?"

Widening your eyes, you were taken back by his question.

Only Pedro used that line on you.

And for some reason it felt odd when Yoongi did the same. You shouldn't be bothered by his choice of words...but you were a little.

He wasn't him to be saying it.

"He wouldn't force me to do something I didn't want to do," you reply back, causing him to groan.

"I feel like you just want to be in my arms," he retorted with a grin, immediately making you revolt and fly out of his arms, your bottom hitting the ice hard. "Well that's one way to make you skate."

Feeling immediate pain on the back of your thighs, you just knew you were going to be bruised and swollen the next day. But hey, this technically counts for your workout for the week.

Awkwardly swaying your body around, you couldn't get up off the damn ice. You were sure you looked like a fish out of water by how crazy you were moving.

"Get on your knees," Yoongi commented, causing you to send him a death glare as he lifted his hands up in defense. "It helps you stand."

Or he could just grab your arms and help you himself.

Cautiously following his suggestion, you slowly pull your right leg up and place it firmly on the ice before slowly trying to do so with your left one. As you began to feel satisfied with the weight being supported, you felt your body finally working and lifting up off the ground before he poked your shoulder- making you fall again.

"I'm going to murder you!" you threaten as you stare at him on your back, whole body restlessly laying on the ground in misery as he cackles loudly.

He may have advantage on the ice, but oh man- once you regain your balance off it you were going to end that slender man's life.

"Isn't this just a sight to see," you heard someone exclaim before hands grab your arms and soon lift you back on your feet.

Moving your eyes to the ones in front of you, you burst out in smiles. "Bella! Nico!"

"I take this as my queue to leave,'" you hear Yoongi mumbles but you swiftly grab his arm from his close proximity and halt his plans.

He was not going to desert you now.

"What are you girls doing here?"

Not seeing them for a few weeks didn't make things awkward, but different. It was like catching up with old friends, even though you barely met them less than three months ago.

"Had nothing to do tonight so why not ice skate?" Nico giggled.

Bella examined you up and down before pointing at your head. "My god, your hair grew so long. Has it really been that long?"

Rolling your eyes, you were about to answer her before Yoongi cut in. "No, it's her fake extenstions."

Gasping, you turn your body to him and smack his shoulder as he smacks you back. One thing about him, he's all about equality. You touch him, he touches you- simple.

You don't see the way Nico and Bella exchange smirks to one another before Nico slides in front of you and pulls out her phone. "We should take a selfie! You know, for memories."

Laughing, you agree. You took some pictures with them but never really out of the work environment.

Uncomfortably standing still, Yoongi hastily moves to the side a bit, not wanting to intrude this moment you were having with your friends. He was a pretty sociable person, but only if they had things in common and he fairly knew them.

Yoongi didn't know these two young girls and he sure as hell didn't want to be the one being kicked out of this picture- so why not kick himself out first?

"Where are you going, we need your long arm to get us all in the frame!" Bella exclaimed, motioning Yoongi to move back as he sent her a flustered glance.

"I can just take it with the three of you."

"Nonsense!" Nico argued back, shaking her head as you giggled. "We don't leave people out."

Biting his bottom lip a bit, he scratches the back of his neck swiftly before increasing the speed of his skates to the girl, accepting her phone. "I suppose."

Fixing your posture, you stand behind your friend as he carefully raises his right arm up in the air, positioning the phone that was able to capture all four of you in the frame.

Pulling out the gummiest smile, you bursted out a gigantic grin after seeing the rare radiant expression Yoongi was giving. He was never one to show much emotion so finding him giving in for a picture amused you.

Taking the phone out of his hands, Bella examined the screen before chuckling. "Wow, you've got one adorable smile."

You could've sworn you saw Yoongi blush as he lowered his head while shaking off her compliment, trying to act natural but he wasn't fooling anyone.

He was shy.

Gasping at the sight in front of her, Nico pointed at the concession cart near one of the exits of the ice. "They have hot cocoa! We must get some."

Faking a groan, Bella allowed her friend to drag her away but not before sending you a pout to follow, which you were happy to do. You were freezing to death without even realizing it until you stopped your attempts to skate for the picture.

"I was promised a free cup," Yoongi stated as he was gliding behind you, softly pushing your back as you proceeded to do nothing but allow him to direct you to where your desired hot cocoa was.

Scoffing a little, you shush him as you reached the exit ramp. Jumping off, the two of you slowly waddled to Bella and Nico who were next in line.

"Wait," you start, pausing your footsteps which resulted in him almost falling after slamming to your side. "Shouldn't we ask Joon and Jules if they want one?"

Peeking over your shoulder, Yoongi looks back down to you. "Nah, don't wanna ruin their fun."

Following his recent glance, you could see Joon and Jules in front of one another, both holding hands as they try to catch a faster pace while twirling in big circles.

You were sure they were eventually going to knock a small child over soon.

"Next," you hear the worker call out, sitting behind his register waiting for your arrival.

Quickly walking up, you place your order as nothing else but the hot drinks seemed to interest you. The total came out to be the cost as what four drinks at your local cafe would be, but you shouldn't be surprised since this place was pretty popular to the public.

Pulling out his wallet so fast, you didn't have to process what Yoongi was doing until you caught the view of his credit card as he handed it over to the man in front of you.

"No-" you try intercepting what had just happened by giving your card to the worker who just shrugged as he had already paid for the drinks on Yoongi's card. "Why would you do that?"

"You're too slow," Yoongi bluntly said as he grabbed the two drinks and moved to the side so the next person in line could place their order.

"But it hadn't even been three seconds since he said the total before you handed him the card," you protest.

He handed you your cup, hoping it'll shut you up as he took a small sip from his own. "And?"

Is he being serious? "'And,'" you question as he continued to be unaware as to what you were getting at. "Since the beginning I vowed to buy you hot cocoa."

Yoongi laughed at how stubborn you were becoming. "Vowed? What a great word choice for this scenario, fiance."

Rolling your eyes at his teasing, you hated the fact he was avoiding your question. You knew he did it because he wanted to be a gentleman, but the problem was he didn't want to admit he was one.

Again, he was being shy.

"I see you are kind," you smirk as he gave you a disgusted glance. "Don't worry, I won't tell people you have a heart."

Before he could leave a snarky comeback, Nico and Bella came back in giggles as Yoongi retreated back to his natural state of looking lifeless. "Oh my gosh- we went to get napkins and I kid you not I may have poured my drink on the back of this poor little girl."

Lightly gasping, you widen your eyes as Yoongi confusingly replies back. "May have? You don't know if you did or not?"

Bella makes an accountable face, scrunching her nose in the process. "Okay, I did. But she's the one who ran into me!"

"Well, she was really small and you kind of didn't search your surroundings before kneeing her," Nico exposed, causing Yoongi and you to give each other a concerned look.

"You kneed her?!"

"Only in her side," Bella excused herself, sending Nico a betrayed look. "It wasn't like it was her stomach."

"It practically was...," Nico mumbled but became silent when her co-star eyed her hard.

Coughing uncomfortably, Yoongi caught everyone's attention as he tried to avert the conversation into something that wasn't as horrific as striking a child with hot cocoa and a knee. "We should probably hit the ice again soon before Jules and Joon find out we got these drinks without them."

"Jules is here?!" Bella beamed, searching around for her through the large gatherings of people on the ice. "I missed that crazy lady, she was the only one who would get my coffee order right."

"She told me she would threaten to get the baristas fired if they kept getting it wrong," Nico recalled, chewing her mouth a little. "That's why I stopped letting her take my orders."

Sighing, you looked up in the ceiling in disapproval as you could feel Yoongi laughing his ass off beside you. That was very Jules of her to do.

After another two hours of trying to figure out how to skate, and basically latching onto Yoongi the whole time as Bella and Nico were doing laps around you guys, you finally made it home.

To say you were exhausted would be an understatement- you were drained.

No, seriously. You hadn't worked out this much since Jules and you almost missed the subway two months ago and had to run three blocks to catch it on time.

That day was dreadful, but you were sure if you went to bed you were going to wake up lifeless like a worm.

"I call the shower first!" you hear Jules scream, running to her room in order to grab her belongings but you were faster and instantly made your way to the bathroom, locking the door before she could break in. "You bitch! How dare you steal it with my back turned!"

Grinning evilly to yourself, you wanted to get your night routines over with so you could hit the pillows quickly. Even after taking off all your makeup, taking a very steamy shower, and doing your nightly skin care routine, you were sure you could easily knock out sitting on the toilet if you had the chance.

We all have done it once in our lives.

Opening the door, the steam flows out smoothly as you face your very displeased roommate on the other side, glaring at you. "All yours," you smile, stepping to the side but she roughly pushes you in response, causing you to yelp as you manage to catch your balance midway.

Mental note, burn her eggs next breakfast.

Stepping into your room, you change into an oversized hoodie and sweats before throwing yourself under your covers in excitement.

The moment you've been waiting for all day: sleep.

Closing your eyes, you feel all your senses slowly drifting away from your body as relaxation crept up from all around. It was truly intoxicating how in trance you were.

But of course with your luck, nothing goes as planned- ever.

Wildly jumping up from the loud blaring of your phone, you cover your face in agony as the vibrations and noise cause pain throughout your entire body.

Who the hell was calling you at 10 o'clock at night? This should be illegal.

After taking a minute to control yourself, the ringing stopped. Good, now you won't have to make time to engage in a conversation. Quickly falling back down onto your pillows, it wasn't even ten seconds later before you feel your phone going off like crazy again.

With you eyes shut, you move your hands around your bed until you feel the cool object underneath your pillow. Lazily pressing any button, without batting one eye open, you move the phone to your ear before releasing a groggy, "What?"

"What a lovely way to greet somebody, kiddo."

You instantly freeze, automatically thinking about the vivid dream you had about him, then Lady Gaga, and felt a blush creeping in.

Slowly pulling the phone away, you let out a loud but fast scream before moving it back. How the hell are you going to begin a conversation without thinking about his lips on yours. "What do you want?"

Pausing for a second, you can hear him move around through his end. "Did you just scream?"

It's not like you didn't just dream about him kissing all over your body two nights ago.

"Did you just wake me up to ask me the obvious answer?"

Act like you don't care. Like you are perfectly fine.

He chuckles lightly and you can tell by his tone he was close to passing out too. "Somebody's cranky, is it past your bedtime?" Pedro teased.

You were definitely not in the mood to handle his ridicules at this hour, especially by how nervous he was slowly making you. What did he want?

"Yes," you simply reply before hitting the red button, ending the call and laying your head back on your pillow. Good, just end it before you make a bigger fool out of yourself.

It hadn't even been another ten seconds before your phone was ringing once again. Pulling it up to your face, you let out a huff. What a shocker, it was him again.

"You better have an insanely good reason as to why you chose to wake me up in the middle of my dream," you immediately say as you press the 'accept' button.

Hearing him laugh, you just know he has a sarcastic comment coming any second. "Wake you up? Honey, you're still living your dream talking to me."

Honey.

No, not another nickname for him to call you in future dreams.

Shaking that thought away, you rejected the idea of him being in any more dreams- you forbid it.

Loss at words for a second, you almost let your next words trip over one another before calmly gaining your composure at the incidental choice of your pet name.

"So funny," you reply back, trying your best to sound sane. "Pretty sure I was dreaming of a very shirtless Matt Healy playing 'Please Be Naked' to me."

Why the fuck would you slip that out.

"Are you trying to hint at something?" he smirks, making you press mute and hold your hand over your mouth to hold back the screams you feared would release.

Feeling like your soul was about to leave your body, you couldn't believe he just said that.

Actually, you couldn't believe you would even recommend that song. God, your sleepiness was messing with your mind.

Finding your energy once again, you unmute the call and try to seem unfazed by his last comment. "Yes, that I want to sleep. Goodbye now."

Before you could hit the red button again, you could hear him chanting over the phone to do the exact opposite. "Don't!"

Groaning, you clutch the phone harder in despair. "I am so tired. Don't do this to me, please. I am a girl who values her sleep!" you whine as you hear him continue his light giggles in the background. "If I don't sleep I will die, is this what you want. Are you trying to kill me?"

"I can reassure you I don't plan on keeping you up long," he explains. "And I wouldn't dare wish for your death."

Your heart fluttering, you glare at your chest. "Then what do you want?"

Moving his phone from one ear to the other, he lays in his bed while smiling at his ceiling. "You," he declares, making you widen your eyes as he shuffles around in his blanket. "Tomorrow, let's hang out."

Sitting up against your bed frame, you furrow your brow. "Hang out? For what?" There's no way you will be able to act normal for a long period of time, your weak-self can't do it.

Placing a hand over his chest, he lets out a light hiss in fake hurt by your comeback before continuing. "Can't I hang out with you by choice and not by a work schedule? Unless you're so disgusted by me." That's when he started his fake cries. "I'm so sorry I am not Matt Healy and can't do a great British accent."

Shaking your head, you try to intervene as his ugly cries become louder through the line. "That's not what I meant, stop being dramatic," you complain as he instantly stops while smiling widely. "Is there a specific reason why you want to hang out?"

Taking a deep breath, he fiddles with the fingers on his non-occupied hand. "Does there need to be a reason?"

You pause for a second. He's acting too kind for your liking and it's making you question what his intentions are. In this point of time, you're sure he's going to take that moment to convince you to work with him in Canada.

"With you there's always a reason."

Scoffing lightly, he grumbles. "I just want to go on a hike and need a hiking partner."

Oh hell no, you already did enough working out this evening. You were not about to do that again, that's for sure.

"Yeah, nooo," you exhale lowly. "I already did too much working out with my body if you know what I mean and-"

"I don't know what that means," he cuts you off.

"It means I am going to be sore for days so my body has no strength to walk for more than five minutes," you declare as he falls silent.

After a few seconds that felt like forever, he replies. "Fine," he blankly states. "Have a goodnight, sweetheart."

The warmth as blood began drawing to your face became present as you quickly reply with a simple "night" before ending the call. And for some reason you felt as if you couldn't breathe normally by the pounding on your chest.

What the hell was happening to you. Looking up at the ceiling, you silently pray you don't have a Lady Gaga 2.0 fiasco.

As you were questioning why your heart made you feel as if you were going under cardiac arrest the night before, your body was currently making you feel if you really needed to make that trip to the ER by how tender you were.

It also didn't help that Jules was the one waking you up at the crack of dawn, half asleep with her eye mask clinging onto her forehead.

"W-why are you-" you grumble, rubbing your eyes as you look at the alarm clock near your bedside. "-waking me up at 6:18am? It's Saturday."

She sent you a death glare for assuming she randomly wanted to wake you up for the fun of it as she was the one who was woken up first. "Someone's here for you."

Positioning your body upwards, you squint your eyes up at her. "What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you take a look for yourself," she gritted her teeth, swaying her head towards your door.

Slowly standing up, you make your way to it before sneaking a peak of the view of your living room. That's when you see a very annoying man you were sure you both agreed on the phone last night to not go hiking.

Luckily, he didn't notice your wandering eyes as his were glued to his phone, scrolling through his social media.

What was he doing here? You can't face him without thinking about his body wrapped around yours and his lips doing dangerous things.

Oh no, you truly were screwed.

Lightly shutting your door, you nervously turn back to your roommate who looks displeased. "I told him no."

"No means yes, I guess," she replies, snaking her arms around her body for warmth. "I'm going back to bed."

You could hear her walk out of your room as you frantically begin searching for something warm yet comfortable clothes to wear on this undesired hike. You knew if you tried backing out he would stay until you caved, he was very persistent to get what he wanted.

And what he wanted was for you to get your ass up and exercise.

You were also certain you heard Jules let out a "thanks for the invite" to him before hearing her bedroom door shut.

Running out of your room, you made sure not to look in his direction so he wouldn't see your morning appearance clearly- well he already has but why reveal yourself in this state again?

Quickly brushing your hair, teeth, and washing your face, you change into a baggy green sweatshirt and some black workout leggings before slipping on suited running shoes.

Try to act natural. Give him little attention so he won't speculate anything. You aren't into old men and did not vision him smooching you on your sofa.

"You are so buying me breakfast," you deadpan as you walked straight out of your door, not even daring to wait for him to follow.

Good, be straightforward.

Laughing to himself, Pedro promptly jumped off the couch and jogged after you once you shut the door on him and continued down the halls to the elevators.

Finally catching up, he barely made it through the elevator doors as they were closing to find you leaning against the corner, mad and tired. "Good morning to you, too."

You let out a small cry as you lay your head against the wall in pain from how frustratingly exhausted you were. If one cold breeze hit you outside you were sure you were going to burst into tears.

"Oh, come one," he walks over to you and nudged your shoulder to wake up some more. If he unexpectedly touched you again you were sure you were going to rip his arm off. "In a few minutes you'll be wide awake and fine."

"How dare you assume I'm going to be fine!" you whine, trying to hit his side but he manages to capture your arm and that's when you give up and allow your worn out body to fall on him.

He instantly wraps his arms around you as your head falls just beneath his chin, your eyes slowly closing and your thoughts drifting away as his warmth was making you drowsy.

You tried to stay focus, but your poor state was taking over and you suddenly weren't as anxious as you once were. Being sleepy really made your mind roam.

"Hey, now," he whispers and looks down to see you snuggling up against him. "You can't fall asleep on me. I do not want your security guards thinking I drugged you."

Tightening your arms on how lower sides, you ignore him as you feel yourself easing closer to dozing off by the constant beating of his heart. "Stop," you mumble, clutching your ears softly before positioning your head on the other side of his chest.

"What?" he curiously glances down at you.

"You heartbeat's annoying me," you lightly whine. "It's pounding against my ears."

Pedro was extremely glad you were too tired to process his heartbeat and the bright red tint plastered across his face. Your drained-self definitely saved him from embarrassment.

Finally, the elevator doors opened and you still weren't moving. You were too comfortable to make any effort to walk on your own and if he really wanted you to hang out this morning then he was going to have to find a way to make you move.

And to him, dragging you was his best option yet. But with care.

Delicately keeping his arms secured around you, he gradually walked out with you still engulfed by him, eyes shut and only moving your feet with his pace.

Honestly, you were surprised how much rhythm you had.

Stopping to pull out his car keys, he unlocked his car and opened his passenger side door once you two reached the garage complex. Gently, laying you on the seat, you station you head against the headrest as he buckled you in. "God, I really hope security doesn't report me."

And once he made it to his side and hopped in, he laughed at the state you were in, head instantly bent to your side and legs tangled together in hope to create some kind of warmth. "Adorable."

But of course you were too dumb to not catch that.

You were awoken by a small speed bump and the instant hit of warmth through the heat vents, your eyes slowly glancing around your surroundings. Taking a quick peep at the screen indicating the time, you read that it was almost 7am.

Tilting your head and leaning against the headrest, you lazily stare at Pedro as he continues to drive to god knows where.

"Don't I look so handsome in the morning?" he jokes before meeting your eyes, sending you a warm grin.

And handsome on top of you.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you beg your imagination to please shut the fuck up.

"You mean drastic," you mutter, moving your head to the opposite side, against the window to force some sleep again.

Better to make time fly by faster knocking out where you were sure you wouldn't say anything stupid.

"Hey, no..." he whines, moving his right arm across to shake your chin softly to keep you conscious. "Don't pass out on me again, I'm lonely."

"And I'm tired, deal with it."

Shuffling in his seat, he looks over to see you curling yourself up in a ball with your legs to your knees and arms wrapped around. Not thinking things throughly, he hits the brakes hard for a split second and watches as your body jolts forward before swinging back against his seat.

"What the fuck!" you shriek, propping your body up and facing him in pure rage. "Are you trying to irritate me?!"

"I'm lonely and you're not helping," Pedro calmly states, shrugging as you continue your daggers his way.

You were beyond pissed. How could he think you would be energetic and talkative right now? How could he attempt to make you fly out the window? You could feel your nerves slowly fading away by the fury growing inside you.

If he wanted you awake then fine, you were going to be awake.

Doesn't mean you had to talk though.

Silently sitting up, you stare at the windshield in front of you and watch the cars drive as he continues to spare you a glance every once in a while.

Honestly, your silence was terrifying the fuck out of him. Normally, you would have some snarky comeback or violent punch to return to his evil tactics, but you were doing nothing.

Literally nothing.

And he knows damn well the sights of trees and cars did not interest you.

"Hey...," you feel Pedro lightly poke your side, pursing his lips once he saw your non-existent reaction. "You're not mad, right?"

Ignoring him, you continue your deep stare now onto more trees as you two were getting closer to nature than streets. You must've been out for some time as you barely noticed how far away from the city you really were.

Joon would really love this.

Gradually lifting his arm up, his places it on top of your own and gives it a small squeeze while laying it there. "C'mon, don't ignore me."

As if that would make you stop your scheme.

Blinking slowly, you acted like you paid no attention to his puppy dog pleads as the car was making its way towards an almost empty parking lot, all surrounded by a forest that only had one route starting within an old wooden bridge.

Pulling up to a nearby parking spot, Pedro parked the car before turning back to try and capture your attention but nothing was working.

You were so damn frustrating, it was infuriating. But he was still desperate to gain your attention.

"Are you just going to sit in here all day or what?" he questions as he waves a hand over your face to make you blink.

You didn't and that kind of frightened him. Work of the devil.

"I am going to cry," he warned, swatting his hand over his face to prepare for his fake tears.

Yet you showed no mercy. Sitting there patiently, you inhaled and exhaled softly, causing him to internally flip the fuck out because why were you being so aggravating when the two of you should be walking and pointing out the squirrels fighting over nuts.

And sadly, he was slowly giving up.

"Imagine if I really was crying," he began, offended you did not care one bit. "Really means a lot how unconcerned you are."

But when you suddenly started examining your nails and carefully picking at them is when he totally lost it.

Reaching over to you and moving his arm down your arm, he swiftly intertwined your fingers with his before moving you posture to face him.

His hand was huge.

"No, no-" he started, pulling a face as you gave him a blank stare back. Act natural. Pulling your shared hands in front of his chest, he sulks. "-please, for the love of whichever god you believe in, or if you're an atheist- for the love of you, please talk to me."

Watching him beg for forgiveness has always been funny in the past, but his pleading for attention now makes you feel bad.

"If you talk to me I will buy you breakfast and a very delicious milkshake that will make you extremely happy for the rest of the day," he continues, using his free left arm to wrap around you as his right one still clutches onto your palm.

He's so warm.

Pursing your lips a bit, you send him a skeptical glance. "Oreo shake with a lot of whipped cream?"

He instantly nods, a smile breaking out. "Of course, anything you want."

You look at the car's steering wheel before averting your eyes back to his. "And a red cherry?"

"I'll buy you a full jar of cherries if it makes you happy," he declares.

"And fries?"

Agreeing, he lets out a quick nod again. "With extra seasoning."

Biting your lip, you proceed to think about other stuff you may want with your milkshake and fries. "A burger?"

"My goodness, woman" he sighs, letting go of you and jumping out of the car before running around to your side and opening your door. "I'll buy you the whole menu, now let's go!"

With that, he vigorously yet cautiously pulls you out of your seat and throws you over his shoulders.

"Oh no!" you squeal, trying to find something to hold on to as he begins his journey, walking towards the bridge to start the hike. Grabbing a hold of his neck, you try not to choke him as you place your arm around it.

If you were going down, you were sure you were going to break his neck in the process. At least it would be a learning lesson for him.

"If you drop me I am never talking to you again," you threaten as he continues down a path.

"Said that before and just did it half the car ride here," he begins, moving his shoulder to give you a little fright of your life. "Now I just found out that all I have to do is buy you food and you'll yap again."

Glaring, you choke him a little to which he chuckles. "Didn't know you were into that."

Speechless, you couldn't believe his words. What the hell was he on this morning?

"Put me down!" you exclaim, immediately moving your body so he would lose his balance. Once he did so, you scowl as he ruffles your hair, making it tangle around. "Hey!"

"Can you stop being negative for a few minutes and enjoy the environment?" he asks, pulling his arms up to twirl around. "Just take in that fresh air mother nature gifted us."

Scrunching your nose, you frown. "It smells like rotten eggs."

"Because of the ducks," he pointed out before patting his pockets. "Which we will be feeding with the bread I brought."

Examining his pocket, you shoot him a curious glance. "How big are your pockets?"

"Not important," he states, grabbing your arms and dragging you along with him down the long trail. "What's important is finishing this trail to feel accomplished."

Pouting, you allowed him to drag you along as you miserably dreaded the next few hours to come. The energy you had to give off just for some damn breakfast.

Shame on you for loving food so much.

Encountering many frogs, lizards, and pigeons who loved flying right by both of your heads and scaring you to death, you had long forgotten about how anxious you were being around him. Being distracted constantly had you occupied which was a relief.

Eventually, you two finally found the drugs.

Or the ducks.

Walking by a huge pond, there were numerous amounts of ducks leaping around with their families following behind. It was really cute, but the smell wasn't.

"I wonder if they can choke on this?" Pedro muttered as he pulled out a large bread. Slowly nearing one medium-seized one in caution, he rips a piece apart and throws it. "It is kind of thick."

Taking a moment to check the bread out, you sigh. "Are you feeding these ducks bolillo bread?"

He pauses, not sure why you would care to ask. "Yes and?"

"They have thick crusts!" you exclaim. "And why not just feed them normal wheat bread?"

"Who even eats wheat? It's bland." he protests. "Plus, this is leftovers from my dinner last night."

"They're ducks! They don't care," you argue as he shakes his head.

"Just imagine if you were a duck," he began, making you huff in annoyance as you just knew he was going to say something ridiculous. "Wouldn't you love to eat this nice bolillo bread, maybe visualize a torta with some carnitas, onions, avocado, can't forget the refried bean-"

"The duck is choking!" you squeal and stare in fear as the poor duck starts to wheeze sharply.

Pedro's facial expressions drops as he sees the poor duck quacking in agony. Nervously rushing to its side, he looks up at you. "Do we pat its back? CPR? Call 911?!"

Pulling out your phone, you type away to find answers for your current problem. It was indeed true that you aren't supposed to feed ducks bread.

Especially thick Mexican ones.

"Give it mouth to mouth if you want chlamydia," you read aloud, causing Pedro to instantly leap away from the duck as it hastily begins to lay on the ground. "Wait, you get that from birds, not ducks. Silly me."

"Ducks are birds," he discloses, trying his best to softly pat the ducks back, finally giving it one powerful swat to help but instead the duck ends ups being thrown a few feet away by his force.

"Do I look like a fucking duck doctor?" you spit out, making him look up confused.

"You mean a veterarian."

Ignoring his last comment, you continue scrolling through more of google's suggestions, finally finding some information that may help. "You need to press down on its chest with 1-2 fingers or just give them water to drown it down."

Immediately grabbing the duck and placing it on its back, you worriedly watch over the duck from Pedro's shoulder as he works his fingers on the poor animal.

However, no luck was given as the duck was beginning to look weak and drowsy as pressure kept being projected on its chest. "We need water!"

Running towards the pond, you motion for Pedro to follow along with the duck as you look for a safe ramp to lead the duck onto. "Let's just lay him down near the water and splash him with it."

"He?" Pedro asks, stopping his movements. "But it looks like a she-"

"We are not arguing over its gender when its literally dying in your arms!" you exclaim, causing him to quickly nod and follow the ramp you found towards the water.

Gently, Pedro lowered his arms near the water with the poor duck taking over his hands. Trying to move the flow of water towards its face, he calls you over. "He's not accepting it, you need to scoop some up in your hand and pour it over his beak."

Rapidly nodding, you do as he says and take a handful and try not to spill it before gradually pouring it over the duck's beak. This water was not clean, but at least it was something. Nothing was happening until your third scoop once the duck began to actually swallow some of the water slowly.

"I-I think it's working! We did it!" Pedro cheered, trying to give you a high-five, failing incredibly as he somehow managed to lose his grip and dump the poor duck hard in the pond. "Oh shit!"

Squatting down, you try to reach for the duck as its face was buried underneath the water before Pedro's body slams into yours, causing you to fall into the dirty, cold pond.

The feeling of thick, muddy water overtakes your body as you lose all sight of air. Quickly moving your arms up and down, you rise back to the surface to find Pedro with his hands over his mouth and his jaw dropped.

He knew he wasn't going to hear the end of it.

"Fuck," he nervously muttered to himself before reaching out for you. "I am so so so sorry, the leaf made me slip AH!-"

He couldn't finish his sentence as you yanked his arm down with you, pulling with almighty to get him to land in the pond. The weight of the water going down with his body diving harshly against it, you knew he was completely soaked.

And probably pissed, but its okay. It's what he deserves.

Waiting for him to come up, he finally did so in seconds looking very unhappy. It made you delighted.

"You did that on purpose!"

Scoffing, you splash him and watch as he gasps harder. "You do a lot of things on purpose."

Using both hands to release bigger waves, he splashes you back. "Don't splash me!"

Growling, you slap his chest as he clutches your wrist afterwards. "You're so lucky I forgot my phone at home."

Gasping, you feel one of his hands fly underwater. "I didn't!" You hold in your giggles as he shuffles frantically before moving his gaze back up. "Wait, I never removed it from my glove department. Be fortunate I forgot it because if you destroyed it I would've made you walk home."

Furrowing your brows, you push his shoulders and make him move back by the force of it. "You're the one who started it. We're gonna get duck chlamydia now!"

Rolling his eyes, he pushed you back, causing you to fall under the water. Once you caught your breath again you notice the way he glares at you. "That's not even a thing."

"Just another STD to add to your list," you jokingly mumble to yourself, sure he didn't catch it.

You were wrong, again.

Launching himself onto you, the two of you fall underwater as he shoves you body around in revenge. Swimming back up, you gasp for air while slapping his arms off you as he tried blocking all your attempts.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he clings his face on your shoulder as he proceeds to try and bring you down under but somehow you manage to wrap your leg around his thigh, causing him to lose his strength and fall backwards with you on top of him.

He sure has one strong grip.

Now, not saying you were going to kill him. But this was your chance to kill him with no witnesses.

Well- besides the ducks, but they wouldn't quack a soul.

Regaining his energy, he lifts himself back up and holds you up, about to drag you under again before you crazily oppose while shaking your head, "Don't! We're gonna get sick!"

"That's not a very sincere apology," he tilts his head, his wet hair scattered across his face as he awaits your alibi.

Huffing, you fight back a rude remark. "Do you understand how much poop were swimming in right now? These ducks are probably laughing at us by how much they are quacking."

Swiftly looking around, the two of you check the surrounding ducks around who blankly stare back. The older looking ones hollering nonsense, probably making plans to kill you and Pedro.

"I bet their releasing their chlamydia right now," you cry, hiding your face in his shoulder as he bursts out laughing.

"I don't think that's how it works."

Glancing down on him, you're surprised by his strength. He's been holding you up by your waist for so long you're shocked he hasn't dropped you accidentally yet. "Let's not find out, let's get out."

"You're forgetting something," he smiles, staring innocently at you, knowing damn well you can't leave without his release. "And I wouldn't wait this one out because I am pretty sure I feel toads swimming near my feet."

Instantaneously, you clung onto him tighter in fear as you could imagine the feeling of something swarming around your body. It was like hundred of spiders crawling all over you, you needed to get out of here.

Pulling yourself back up, you place your hands on his shoulders as he impassively stares back at you, waiting. "Fine," you huff. "I'm sorry for claiming you had STD's before."

Pedro just stays there, not moving an inch as if he wants more. Groaning, you knew he wasn't going to give in so easy. "And I am sorry for stimulating the idea that you would get duck chlamydia," you apologize. "But you can get E. coli."

That didn't help as he just helplessly eyed you, not impressed with your poor excuses of your so-called apologies. What more did he want? You can't necessarily beg on your knees, you're in the water!

Whining, you knew you had to pull out your sincere face. You just knew your Oscar-worthy acting was about to award you freedom.

Softly, you move strands of hair stuck near his eyes away from his face and brush his hair back before quivering your lips and looking down upon him in sorrow.

He has really pretty eyes.

"I'm really sorry," you start as you push your face inside his neck and lock him inside your arms. "I know you don't have any infections, you don't even have visible rashes or sores to prove it."

Pedro finds your plead for forgiveness charming as you squeeze him tighter. He begins to release you until he hears the mutter of your "-that are visible."

"You couldn't hold it in for a few more seconds?!" he whined at how fast you went back to insulting him.

Sighing heavily, you slap a hand to your face. "It's hard!"

Suppressing a laugh, he unwrapped his arms around you and let you get back to the sidewalk. But once you were back on your feet, you looked down to find your body filled with random pieces of dirt, sticks, and grass. "Ew!"

"You're not sitting in my car," Pedro states, waving his head side to side to release some water from his ears.

"You're worse than me!"

"My car, my rules."

Frowning, you weren't sure if he was kidding or not. "Well, you almost committed first-degree-murder so if you don't want people to know you must be my personal servant."

His instant glare turned into confusion as he abruptly moved his attention back towards the pond. "Where did the duck go?"

Widening your eyes, you forgot that you had a helpless duck in your hands minutes ago before your splash attack with Pedro. Scanning your eyes from the sidewalks to the ramps to the pond, you noticed a duck floating nearby. "I think that's them."

Pointing at a duck with the closest familiar colors than the rest, you felt Pedro let out of sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, I would have felt extremely guilty if she would have died."

"It could be a he," you snap back.

He was about to protest but honestly, you were done for the day. You just wanted to take a long and hot shower and knock back out. Not only that, but you ruined your cute running shoes you gifted yourself months ago for your work out journey.

You never really wore them, but it's the thought that counts.

"We can get breakfast another day," you plead to which he didn't argue over because he really wanted to remove the unknown substances off his body asap.

He wouldn't admit it, but he was genuinely scared he may have gotten duck chlamydia .

"Okay, but no sleeping in the car," Pedro states as you exhale loudly. All this and you still weren't allowed to doze off, how cruel is life at the moment.

Walking back to the car would've went down smoothly if the two of you weren't given disturbed looks from strangers and your clothes weren't clinging uncomfortably to your bodies, especially your shoes.

Luckily, Pedro had towels in his trunk and set them down on the seats. "God, I am definitely going to need a deep cleaning after this."

Slipping inside, your hands find the heater and turn it on full blast. Not only was it freezing outside, but your drenched state made you feel like an icicle.

Setting off back to the road, your mind begins to wander back to the question that has been flooding your mind lately. Craning you neck towards his presence, you make out his comfort state. Cool, he's calm.

Here goes nothing.

"So," you start, awkwardly playing with your hands as you try to make direct eye-contact with him as he turns his head to you. "Why did you visit the other morning?"

Lifting a brow, he pulls a face. "Other morning?"

Biting the inside of the cheek, you try to sound composed. "Yeah, remember? You dropped by around 6am-"

"-and you thought I was Lady Gaga, slammed the door on my face, and went back to bed?" he finished, grinning while finding your eyes again. "You mean that day?"

"Well if you knew what I was talking about why make me recall those mortifying details?" you grumble, leaning back against your seat. "And I thought you were a cat."

"I figured, I always questioned why Jules would ramble on about buying Lady Gaga a new electric litter box until I connected the dots," he confessed making you let out a small chuckle.

Yeah, you clearly remember how upset Jules became when Lady Gaga neglected the expensive box.

"But if you're curious, it wasn't because I wanted to go hiking," he smiled, referring to the current day.

"Then why?"

He paused for a minute, checking his mirrors before switching lanes. "I'm not really sure."

Tilting your head a bit, you express curiosity as you glance back. "I don't understand?"

Laughing lowly, he slightly shook his head. "I did wake up real fucking early that day," he started. "Maybe around 4am? Which sucked because I must've gotten like 3-4 hours of sleep."

"So you decided to wake me up so I could feel your pain?"

"No," he stifled another chuckle. "To plant trees."

Squinting your eyes, you become very confused. What is he talking about? He noticed your puzzlement immediately. "You know, go early in the morning to different areas in the city and help dig and replace old trees to plant new ones."

This whole time you were flipping out, wondering why he randomly came early in the morning just to find out it was because he's a nature boy who wants to help out the community?

It was very sweet of him to be as helpful as he was, but you were a little disappointment it wasn't something more.

"That's why?" you ask and he nods. "And why no warning?"

"Well, I was going to call but I figured all that studying you had done the evening before may have knocked you out early," he confessed.

Yet he still made you wake up early today knowing damn well you were exhausted last night. Strange.

"Why me?" you giggle. "I'm not your typical nature girl, Joon would've been perfect for the job."

Shrugging, he leaned his elbow on his middle console. "I thought about asking him, but to be honest I didn't want to pay for any damages he may have caused."

That was a very accurate insight of what Joon really was, clumsy. The amount of times he accidentally dropped his coffee cups, tripped over wires backstage, and face-planted against glass doors would be too much to count on both your palms.

You're surprised he hasn't broken his back again- but still glad he hasn't. That would really suck.

"But have you thought things over yet?" Pedro glanced your way before looking back forward. "About Canada?"

Stiffing up a bit, you move your eyes to the dashboard. You weren't dreading this conversation, but you didn't want to talk about it.

This was a situation where it was a win but also a loss.

Win as in gaining incredible experience, loss that your parent's wouldn't be pleased, it was in a different country, and you'd be missing out on your social life for almost a year.

"Not really," you admit and sense from the corner of your eyes his shoulders fall. "Still indecisive, as always," you try joking to lighten the mood.

Sending over a tiny grin, he mirrors your same expression, doubtful. His face turns concentrated again, leaning closer to you before he shuts down again, ultimately rejecting whatever idea he had going on.

The rest of the drive back to your place went by fast. The two of you made little talk about each other's life and how school was going for you, but he already knew so much already from past encounters.

Pulling up to the red curb you loathe, you crack a scowl as he only returns a smirk at his doing. "I will personally send my property manager to you so she can threaten you."

"I do love threats," he beamed, watching as you reach for the handle before stopping you by his voice. "-but I had fun this morning, despite our little uh...catastrophe," he chuckled, looking down at his clothes.

"I totally agree," you grin. "Dirt just looks so good on me."

He sniggers lightly before slightly sobering up. "But seriously, think about the offer," he begins, nipping at his lip a bit, not trying to put too much pressure on you. "It'll be good for you, you know- your future."

Sighing, you nod. You knew where he was coming from since he's been doing this for so long, but you were still young and had a lot on your mind.

"I'll think about it," you smile, reaching for the door handle and swiftly getting out, missing the way his smile slowly vanishes.

Taking your usual step back, you send him a farewell wave but he does his habitual goodbyes as he gets out of his car and grins to you. "See you around." Laughing, you walk inside the doors and make your way to the elevators, his followed soft "beautiful" being muffled by the traffic on the streets.

It seemed like both of you were screwed.

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Roy Pulver (boss level) x female reader

Tags/warnings: kinda one night stand, fingering, p in v unprotected sex, time loop shenanigans? 😅

A/n: I dunno I was just really horny and he's kinda hot in this film. 😁

You had been staring at the scene in front of your wide, disbelieving eyes for well over a minute now yet you can't tear away. Yeah your head is a little fuzzy from the night before but there's no doubt what you're seeing. The black lace of a pair of your underwear stretched over his ass, framing it perfectly. That's all he's wearing as he moves about your small kitchen seemingly… cooking breakfast?

"Roy?"

"Mornin' baby. You sleep alright?" He replies, turning over his shoulder briefly to flash you that self secure smile of his.

He continues shifting pans around and peering into your fridge looking for god knows what as you know you desperately needed to go food shopping. For the short time you've known each other, this all feels incredibly natural. Almost normal. Like you do this all the time.

"Roy…"

"Hmm? Where's your flour at sweetheart? I'm gonna make pancakes for ya, kinda figured you'd need something to soak up the alcohol after last night, y'know?" His eyes crinkle as he throws you a wink and turns back to his quest for ingredients.

"Uhh, in the top right cupboard, why are you wearing my panties?"

They definitely do. You subconsciously swallow the drool that's apparently been collecting in your mouth as your gaze fixes back on his tight butt again, feeling a heat start to blaze between your thighs as he turns around and you notice how he fills out the front of them, barely contained within the confines of the delicate fabric.

He chuckles as he locates the flour and shakes some into a bowl creating a white dust cloud around him. "Think I'm pullin' it off, maybe I gotta get me some of my own. They look good, huh?"

"Y-yeah, maybe, I guess… but why?"

He stops what he's doing, putting down the almost empty carton of milk he was pouring into the bowl, stalking slowly towards you. You're only wearing an oversized sleep shirt and knickers and as his arms slip around your waist and pull you up close, you feel the warmth rising up to your face, blooming across your cheeks as you look up into those mischief-laden hazel eyes fixed on you. The ones that got you so easily into this situation in the first place. The ones that had you staying for 'just one more drink' in the bar with him when you really should have gone home alone, but you couldn't resist. Roy was far too charming for a guy that looked like the usual one-and-done kinda asshole that you tended to end up with. He actually had depth. And well, yeah, he was attractive too. Very attractive.

"Oh," he says mockingly, "you don't remember what a mess you made of mine last night, do you honey?" He slowly slides his thigh between your legs and you can't help making a small noise as his hand goes to your lower back and he presses you down against his muscular leg. "Or… maybe you do." He grins, and you can't help yourself, automatically reaching around to squeeze those criminally pert and semi-naked ass cheeks in your hands. Yeah, you'd both been kinda drunk by the time you'd dragged him back to your apartment (in the uber quick discussion about where to go during your rather heated public makeout session, yours had been closer), but you knew you wanted to ride him like a bucking bronco. Unfortunately, due to too many shots, you never quite got that far in the end.

He hisses as your nails dig shallow welts into his skin and it's your turn to grin at him. "Hm, are you really blaming me for ruining your pants?"

"Hey!" You yelp as he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walks you to the nearest clear countertop and sets you down upon it, his eyes flicking briefly down to glance at your mouth and back up again.

"Yeah I'm blaming you, well, mostly anyways. You were pretty darn set on gettin' on my lap and grinding the absolute shit outta me before you fell asleep. You're tellin' me you really don't remember?"

You do remember, but the way he tilts his head to the side adorably almost makes you want to string him along some more, however the urge to pick up and continue the activities of the night before is by far winning out.

"I- yeah, I'm really sorry about that, might have been a lil bit too tipsy."

One of his hands slides down your side, settling at your hip as you watch the tip of his tongue swipe across his lips. "Well you shouldn't be, was fuckin' hot as fuck!"

You dip your head at his admission and he gently hooks the side of his forefinger under your chin and tips your face back up to make you look at him.

"Though y'know there's this one thing about last night I regret,"

Your stomach drops to your feet. "Oh…"

Roy leans in so close his lips brush against the heated skin of your cheek, your heart suddenly racing as your brain processes his gravel-toned words.

"I didn't get to make you come."

You let out a shuddering breath as you meet his eyes, seeing the same burning desire there from the night before. Then your eyes close as his lips caress along your jaw, kissing his way to your own slightly parted mouth.

"Was kinda hoping we could…?" He begins to suggest what you're desperate for and you answer by surging forward, your mouth smashing into his, your fingers carding through his thick dark hair, holding him to you and moaning as he catches up fast, his tongue sliding hotly against yours. You squeeze your legs around him, and Roy grunts low as the bulge of his hardening cock rubs at your core through the thin barrier of both pairs of your underwear. You briefly create some space so you can yank the lace down his thighs, his erection bobbing deliciously before you as he's released. You want him, want to feel him but he attacks your neck with his lips and teeth while maneuvering you to the edge of the countertop, one arm wrapped around your waist and the fingers of his other hand sliding up the inside of your soft thighs and trailing over the damp fabric between them.

He keeps teasing you like that, touching you but not actually touching you until you can't take it anymore, grabbing hold of his wrist and thrusting his hand under the waistband of your soaked panties. The moment his fingertips slide slickly over your clit it feels electric. Your forehead drops against his as he smirks at the state you're in, your breaths mingling as you spread your legs even wider to let him discover just what you like.

"Fuck baby, so damn wet," he marvels, encouraging your pretty moans and whimpers by dipping his two digits inside your tight walls and massaging his thumb in circles around your sensitive bud. "fucking dripping for me, beautiful. C'mon honey, let me make you feel good."

Your head flops backwards as he pumps and curls those long, thick fingers in a way that has you speedily racing to the edge. The higher, breathier pitch of your pleasured sounds has him wrapping the fingers of his free hand around your jaw and turning your head to make you face him.

"Wanna see that pretty face of yours, told you I wanna make you come and I want to see every damn second of it."

He kisses you deeply before pulling away to watch you quickly unravel by his hand, squeezing around his fast pumping fingers with a long moan of his name, so easy on your lips.

You cling around his neck until the last wave of your orgasm washes over you, leaving you hungrier, yearning for more.

"Alright, think we're even now, hm?" Roy remarks with a cheeky smirk as he slowly withdraws from your now ruined pants. After you quickly catch a bit of your breath you hop down off the counter, tugging him by the arm back towards your bedroom.

"Not by a long shot, Purver."

"Don't ya want breakfast?" He quips before you push him down hard on your bed, kicking off your panties and peeling off your shirt before you climb over him.

"All I want right now is you."

He watches you in awe, his hungry eyes roaming over your bare body, laying back preparing for you to do whatever the fuck you want to do to him. As you sit over his thighs you guide his hands up your warm skin encouraging him to fondle your breasts, he sits up so he's able to kiss and lick his way from one to the other, satisfied when he hears your little gasps and hums at the sensation of his hot mouth working on you. But you're impatient. You slam him back down on the mattress and shift forward, your slick pussy lips sliding over the thick base of his dick, your smile widening as Roy curses underneath you while you run your fingers down over the hard ridges of his chiseled abdomen.

"Jesus," he rasps as you eventually reach your destination, wrapping your fingers around his girth, giving him a few languid strokes. You trace the pad of your thumb over a prominent vein running the length of his cock and he throbs in your hand.

"Are you clean, Pulver? I feel I've got to check, when you have such a pretty face and dick like yours." You purr, stroking his balls then cupping them in your hand and giving a gentle squeeze that has him biting his lower lip between his teeth and arching under you.

"Oh god damn! I'll take that as a compliment. Yeah- yeah, I'm clean, baby, fucking sparkling actually. You?"

You nod as you don't hesitate to slide the tip of him between your folds to nudge the fat head of his cock at your entrance, both of you moaning in perfect unison as you sink down slowly, eager to feel every ridge of him sublimely caressing your inner walls. Seated deep within you he can feel you gripping him like a vice, so he does nothing but stroke his fingers up and down your arms and rest them at your waist until you're ready to move.

You're both completely sober but its as if the buzz of the previous night never went away, your gazes locked on each other as you start to fuck. You rise and fall on that class-A cock of his, already hopelessly addicted to the way he fills you, the way he's holding back and letting you go at your own selfish pace.

"Shiiit… feels- feels so good…" Your hands push down on his chest, fingers splayed out as you fuck yourself on him. "Roy-" you whine at him, "fucking move, please!"

"You got it princess." He grits through his teeth as he places his hands on your waist and starts rolling his hips up to meet you, letting you feel every fucking glorious inch of him. Your eyes squeeze shut at the sensation, nails dragging down his chest until you've got him groaning half in pleasure and half in pain, digging them in and pinching at his nipples. He snaps his pelvis up in response, hitting a spot so deep inside that has you crying out for more, for something rougher, rawer. Roy scoops his big hands under your ass and starts fucking you even harder, bouncing you on his cock, spearing you with every piston-like thrust. The more you moan out the harder he goes, his intense gaze flickering back and forth between your eyes, your mouth, your tits and the mesmerising view of his cock disappearing inside your slick cunt.

"Fucking beautiful." He praises. You grab one of his hands, bringing it up to your mouth and sucking your lips around his fingers and thumb before you guide him between your legs to help you get off. You're so turned on already, so full of him that it doesn't take much more for you to near the edge, riding him faster as your body is inevitably taken over with the powerful throbbing pulse of orgasm.

Roy is watching in wonder as you let it take you over, giving you mere seconds warning that he's ready to spill every fucking drop he has, as if you're going to want him to pull out now.

"Give it to me," you hiss, your pussy walls still contracting around him as you ride out one high straight into another. He gasps as you lean down, skin pressed to skin as you keep undulating above him, switching his fingers on your clit for your own as he begins to lose rhythm.

"Fucking give it to me Roy… yes!"

He groans long and deep, his body buckling, fingers digging into your soft curves as he jolts several times, finishing hot inside you.

You roll off of him, face crinkling in confusion as you come back down. "Wait, what?"

"Fuuuck…" he pants, a sheen of sweat covering his broad chest as it rises and falls with you laying on top. "doesn't matter how many times we do this, shit… every fucking time you blow my damn mind."

He scrubs a hand over his face, wincing slightly. "Uhh, nothing baby. Just babbling. You got me good y'know?"

"No Roy come on, what do you mean 'every time'?"

[swdm360]

Hanahaki Disease Aftermath - WIP

"... Cough..."

"Need a napkin?"

"Yes, please."

Hanahaki disease.

What an awful disease it was, targeting vulnerable hopeless romantics and one-sided love. Only giving the option to die with their undying affection or forget their affections for survival through surgery.

Now, there are many different after effects for each person when undergoing through surgery.

One will forget any memories they made with their love just to remove all sorts of feelings—these often than not ruins sex-drive and romantic interest along with the fact that patients now struggle to express romantic feelings as they would've been, the other removes any feelings whatsoever relating to loving something romantically—this can only happen when the infected person chooses to do the surgery early on in the process.

The one final one is when the infected person does the surgery very late which is that they can remove their memories by tweaking with the memory side of the brain alongside the emotional side which often than not leads to comas and deaths during an operation.

Most patients in comas often don't wake up or will wake up very very late with no memories of who they are whatsoever.

However because most infected patients are lovesick, they rather die than forget their love.

This was not the case for you, for which you took the surgery as soon as you showed symptoms of the first ever petal. Fortunately keeping you memories of both you and your ex-love...your bestfriend.

They notice that you had changed how you acted around them; more relaxed and calm. At ease and laid back and so very free from any burdens. You no longer looked like you could die any second —an exaggeration considering you hadn't gone far into the process—but you had eyebags and skin as pale as snow and eyes red and coughing every so often, how could they not exaggerate?

You told them about your situation, where you had experienced the disease but quickly had surgery—effectively saving your life but ruining any chances of starting any. Later on, you find that they develop feelings for you way too late. Despite them knowing that you had done the surgery... Your awareness increased, making it easier to sense whether someone liked you or not.... So it was unfortunate to break it for them...

➡ Kazuha

He was a sweet boy and that was one of the reasons you fell for him hard. He had these dimples whenever he smiles and his eyes so soft it squeezed your heart. His fingers were ever so gentle whenever he handled you, be it helping you out, tying your hair or hanging out with you, he was oh so gentle.

He would hold your hand and caress your hair, sometimes lending his clothes just for you. Oh, you would blush and fiddle with your fingers as you felt giddy... When he smiled at a girl called Lumine and started chatting with her happily, your stomach dropped.

That was when the first cough began.

Your coughing fit increased gradually throughout the week and it had not crossed your mind at the time that something was wrong.

How could there be?

It was just a simple coughing fit right? Well, after 3 months of having these coughing fit (2 consisted of blood) the first petal came along with excruciating pain.

You had seen these in the news, the symptoms and the warnings.

You knew what to do and did not hesitate, you loved him but wasn't to the point where you'd sacrifice yourself. When you exited that building, the heavy weight on your shoulders lifted. It felt so nice not having pain everyday.

"Hey MC, Lumine wanted to ask if she could hang out with us this weekend, do you mind?" He asked sheepishly, as if nervous to see what you had to say.

Normally, he'd see you stare at him a couple of seconds and frown...but today you raised your brow and smiled, eyes half-lidded as you agreed.

"Yeah, sure why not? I haven't talked to her in ages anyways."

He blinked, not that there was anything bad with the way you responded but... You were acting unusual from before.

Again, not like there was anything wrong with that. For some reason, his gut feeling told him something was wrong.

(I'm not done yet but here's a sneak peak. This is my first time uploading one of these oneshots since I found I can never finish a fanfictions but here we have it)

[survivalxofxthexfittest]

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL

what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?

"Why are all of these so god damn personal? Listen, i never told Jeremiah or Charlie about this. I didn't want them to worry and I'd like to keep it that way, so don't say anything, but I was bullied pretty bad when I was younger for being poor, among other things. And it didn't matter what school I went to, eventually it would catch up to me and start all over. I tried my best to hide my perceived faults, but after awhile I just said 'Fuck it' and stared beating the shit out of my tormentors. It wasn't until I started dealing and became known for selling weed that it all stopped."

"I made sure to upcharge the assholes who used to tease me though and made a good little profit off them. They had no idea it was their lunch money that bought my first pair of name brand name sneakers. I should have taken them for more I guess, but they got what they deserved in the end. I saw a couple of them shuffling around on my way back. I left them to rot. Fucking dicks. But the shit they gave me is why I don't open to too many people now, so maybe they really did win in the end. I don't know. Hard to say."

"When my mom died." The words are almost choked back. "I wasn't super young, but she was everything to me - my dad and Oscar gone a lot leaving just us girls - and when she passed my whole world came crashing down. It was my first real loss and I didn't know how to handle it. I acted out. I isolated myself. I even quit drawing for awhile. But after almost a year I decided to go through a box or two of her things and found her old recipe box. I started trying out some of my favorites from when I was growing up and it felt like she was with me again. Before I knew it, things were getting back to normal. Her loss taught me to persevere through grief and things will one day be okay again. It doesn't make the weight of her absence and less, but it makes it a lot easier to carry knowing life doesn't end until it's over over. There's always something to look forward to as long as you wake up to a new day."

"It's have to be when I started working with dad. It was then that I got to see what true evil looks like and it was what set my mind on joining the military as soon as I got a chance. Unfortunately it wasn't until my old man died, but better late than never, right? Regardless it made me want to get rid of as many bad guys as I could. I guess it stayed with me even when I joined the bureau and requested homicide as my assignment."

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey so I tried to write the dream into a little story but I absolutely hate it would you try to do that with maybe a ending only if you want too 💚💚💚💚🌻🌻

I will certainly give it a good try for you bibi, hopefully I write it to your liking. By the way, this is my very first ask for Johnny Lawrence 😬 hopefully its alright 😁 enjoy 💚

It was just a normal day at school, students were running around the corridors after lessons had finished, the sound of screaming and laughter as everyone started making their way to the exit and going home to their family and friends. You were waiting outside science class for your friend Daniel, his lesson tended to finish last and you were happy to wait oitside for him. As you lean against the wall next to the class room, a group of boys all walk past, laughing and joking around with eachother. One of them catches your eye, he's blonde, tall and is wearing a red jacket, you couldn't deny that you thought he was quite cute

When his eyes met yours, he flashed you a cheeky smile as him and his friends left the hallway, instantly making you blush. "Hey Y/N" Came Daniel's voice as he came out of the class room with the rest of the students. "Hey Daniel, how was class?" "It was alright, I'm glad I get to go home now though. Thanks for waiting up" "No problem. Let's go" You both walk out of the corridor and through the exit, leading out to the car park before the fence sectioning off the school from the main road. You and Daniel are quite happily chatting when you hear the noise of laughter again, it was the group of boys you saw earlier, and the one with the red jacket. They're all sat on top of this cool looking car, and once again, this one boy catches your eye.

"Let's go Y/N, I don't really want to deal with Johnny today" "Johnny? Is that the guy with the blonde hair?" "Yeh, he's awful, and a bully. Come on, let's just keep walking" You follow Daniel out of the school grounds, looking back one last time at Johnny, where you realise he was looking at you too, but in a slightly different way. His eyes screamed something, but you didn't know what. "Try and stay away from him Y/N, he's bad news" "I'll try Daniel, but this isn't exactly an enormous school, it's bound to happen where we may walk past eachother in the corridor, or might even end up in the same lesson" "Well if that happens, just try to ignore him, alright?" You nod your head in agreement, but for some reason you couldn't get the image of Johnny out of your head.

After Daniel walked you home and made his way back to his house, you spent the rest of your day doing the usual things. Doing your homework, having dinner, getting things ready for school, and still, the image of Johnny was in your mind. Why? Daniel said he was a bully, so why do you keep thinking he's cute? You really shouldn't, but you couldn't help it. That night while trying to fall asleep, some thoughts went through your mind. You thought that maybe Johnny was just being polite when he smiled at you? Maybe he doesn't even remember you? And why, why?! Did you think for just a fraction of a second, what it would be like to kiss him? You shake it out of your mind and try to get some sleep before school tomorow.

The next day, you walked past Daniel's house on the way to school to walk with him, but unfortunately his parents said he was sick due to a stomach bug, and wont be in school for a while. So you carried on to school as normal and went about your day as usual. Going through the corridors throughout the day to get to diffrent lessons, you walk past many other students, including Johnny. And again, you both share little glances at eachother, each time the smiles getting bigger, and more friendly. But he still had that look in his eye, it looked almost like...hunger? Your last lesson had finished and you were walking down the street back towards your home by yourself, when all old a sudden you feel a hand grab yours and pull you aside, inbetween a pathway and a garden wall. Who ever this was pressed you against the wall, but in a way that wouldn't hurt you, that's when you realise who it is, it's Johnny!

Your stunned into silence, why is he pressing you against the wall? And there is that look again, only this time it looks much stronger. The tention between you was incredibly strong, and before you had a chance to ask him what he was doing, his lips crashed against yours in a desperate and rather seductive embrace, one of his hands pulled you in closer by your waist while the other was pressed against the wall, leaving no space inbetween you as your bodies connected with eachothers. One of your hands reaches up into his hair making a fist, and the other grabs his collar, pulling him in closer and deepening the already fiery kiss. It was electrifying, the sensation going through you as he kissed you like a man desperate for touch, was something you never knew you needed, until now.

When you both finaly manage to pull away from eachother, your both a little breathless, and your blushing so much you feel like your cheeks are burning. "The thought of kissing you has been driving me crazy Y/N. Every time I see you, all I wanted to do was this" With this overwhelming sexual desire filling within you, you say to him "Then why the f#ck did you stop?" You ask in a sexy tone, he absolutely loves it, and you both spend the next 10 minutes in this little hideaway, making out in the sexiest possible way. From then on, you and Johnny would meet up and spend time together like you had before, and you also started getting to know eachother too. You had discussed many things, including Daniel. You voiced your concerns about his behaviour towards Daniel, and he promised he would leave him alone, for you.

After that, Daniel had told you that Johnny had apologised to him and left him alone, and Daniel felt so much better in himself after Johnny stopped winding him up. You weren't quite ready to tell Daniel about what was going on with Johnny though, as you weren't sure what exactly it was that was between you. So until you could figure out what you and Johnny were, you kept it to yourself. A few days later, you and Johnny met up in the local park to hang out again. He was wearing this lovely blue shirt that really made him look handsome.

"Hey sexy, come over hear" He pulls you into his arms and kisses you like there's no tomorow, just so f#cking hot! "I missed you Y/N, what took you so long?" "I was busy, I had to help Daniel. His tyre went flat on his bike so I brought him a spare from my dads garage" You both take a seat on the bench and talk about your days, however, what neither of you notice, is Ally on the other side of the park and she can see you both. She sees you and Johnny laughing together, and sharing many kisses, and this makes her blood boil. Neither of you knew this, but Ally had a secret crush on Johnny, and hated seeing the two of you together. She decided to do something about it, then she left, trying to find away to stop you and Johnny.

"Listen Johnny, there's something I wanted to ask you" "What is it?" "What are we? I mean, what do you..." He holds your hand and answers you "Y/N, I've really enjoyed spending time with you, and if you'll have me, I'd like us to be exclusive" "Really? I'd really like that too. I do have to talk to Daniel first, is that ok? Just because of yours and his history" "It's no problem at all Y/N" After hanging out, he walks you back to Daniel's house, then he kisses your cheek and heads back home. Daniel opens the door after you knock "Hey! What's up?" "Can I chat to you please Daniel?" "Yeh, sure. Come in" After you both take a seat on his sofa, you explain the whole situation with Johnny and your feelings on it all. And how you wanted to talk to him before you and Johnny went exclusive.

You were actually quite suprised at his reaction, he wasn't angry, and surprisingly pleased. He could see how much you liked Johnny, and Johnny had become a much nicer and better person from being with you, especially after he apologized and kept himself away from him. He was thankful that you told him, and was happy for you and Johnny to be together. You hugged and spent some time hanging out as bestfriends should for the rest of the day. One afternoon after school, you and Daniel walked out to the front entrance of the school, where Johnny was waiting for you. But before you could hug Johnny, Ally bursts inbetween both of you, stopping you from being near him. "Woh Ally! What are you doing?" "What am I doing Y/N?! I should be asking you the same thing?!"

"What are you talking about?" "Oh come on! I know your dirty little secret!" Daniel stands beside you as an emotional support, you both look confused at eachother, including Johnny who is still being blocked by Ally. Daniel says "Ally, I don't know what your trying to do, but leave Y/N alone, she doesn't keep secrets from me" "Oh? Is that right? Well it seems this toxic little b#tch has been lying to you!" "Hey!" Johnny shouts as he moves her out of the way and stands inbetween you and Ally. "Dont talk about her like that!" "Oh you can come off your high horse lawrence! Especially considering you and Y/N have been seeing eachother! That's right Daniel! Your bestfriend and your bully have been at it behind your back!" She feels proud to have shouted that out, but is confused as to why noone has reacted to it.

"Da-Daniel?! Didn't you just hear what I said? Y/N's with Johnny!" "Uhhh, yeh...I know" "You? You what?" "Yeh, she told me. And Johnny and me are on good terms now. He's made amends with me and Y/N and him seem to be quite happy. So what's with all the dramatics? Were you just trying to make trouble?" Ally gets flustered and frustrated, unable to form a complete sentence to answer Daniel. She ends up storming off feeling embarrassed and angry at what she did. You, Daniel and Johnny all look at eachother before sharing a laugh at the square situation. Then you all head off to the local town and spend some time hanging out in the arcade.

[kharmii]

Maybe Marchy wants you to delete their post because they don't want to be affiliated with you, specifically. You're sort of a trash human being who can't get past werewolves being fictional creatures who have been a part of human mythology for thousands of years. Oh, and you're also transphobic and borderline homophobic. No one seems to like you, Kharm. Take a hint and keep your opinions to yourself for a change.

I haven't seen werewolf pron in a long time because all the people into it blocked me before I had a chance to block them. Srsly tho, there is no fandom as thirsty for dog-ass as submas. Beautiful men = Out of Style. Grotesque hairy stank-factories = In Style.

I don't like a lot of you either. I'd have been over this fandom ages ago if I wasn't into making dubious translations of Asian art. It's not like I'd want to go diving head first into My Hero Academia either, as it's mostly a bunch of kids. I suppose Erasurehead x Present Mike is appealing in the 'opposites attract' sort of way, but I'm not into Endeavor x Hawks because the former is too much of an alpha male. A main plot point was how Endeavor got into an arranged marriage with a once influential family that was struggling. They sold their daughter to Endeavor so he could selectively breed perfect superhero babies.

Endeavor: *taps watch* My recovery time is twenty minutes. That's how often you are getting bred until that baby sticks. After that, we could go once an hour for fun. (My goddamn #1 hero)

Anyway, nobody has yet to answer my question about why it's acceptable in fandom to be a shitting dick nipple fkn furry into a million stupid fetishes, yet a lot of those people still have the gall to have a 'Proshippers DNI' on their pages. Why is it okay to cherry pick the two things? (Pedophilia/Incest) but it's okay to belong to a group of people (furries) who are overrepresented in irl cases of sexual abuse? Why is one sort of weirdo more socially acceptable than another?

Side note: A lot of furries I've encountered are into belly kink. You know how they are always saying yaoi is offensive to irl gay men because woman pidgeonhole gay men into heteronormative female fantasies? Well, first of all, fuck gay men and men in general. It's part of male privilege that all biological males -whether straight gay or trans- have this attitude like their feelings are of utmost importance, and that they should be allowed to regulate what we do. If gay men don't like my gay men fantasies, then fight me.

Where was I....so belly kink is a very heteronormative feminine fantasy. It's a very female fantasy to want to see a feminine looking person being comforted by their masculine partner when they are suffering with a huge swollen pregnant looking belly. I can see the appeal of it if the person with the fat belly is pretty looking, like the Dabiten ship. Unfortunately, I too often saw depictions of this featuring gross ass furries that one could just imagine the stank lines wafting out of.

Another side note: Is there the same sort of crap in other fandoms one sees in submas? -Like does every other fandom get flooded with two-dick dragon morbidly obese omegaverse bullshit? I'll say it again because I have the right to my opinion....I'll bet a lot of monster fkn bullshit is trans coded, like they want to normalize fat hairy men with vaginas and/or dubious genitals (like multiple dicks, yo..) looking pregnant. It's yet another side effect of our fossil fuel driven glut where too many people have amygdales not functioning correctly which causes dysfunction with dopamine regulation. A person with a healthy sense of their own mortality would be repulsed by pregnant trans male figures because of the potential of getting a really messed up baby.

Seriously, doctors are supposed to experiment on animals before moving to humans. How many female animals were pumped with male hormones then made pregnant? Have there been a lot of studies done on what unnatural male hormones might do to a developing baby in the womb? -Or are we in the midst of ongoing legal experimentation on humans?

[dietdrpspper]

THE SPANISH LOVE DECEPTION !!!

Rating: 5/10

Plots and Tropes: fake relationship, slight enemies to friends to lovers(if you can even call it that), office romance, slowburn, grumpy/sunshine, unrequited love, forced proximity

Short Summary: Catalina (lina) needs a fake date to her sister's wedding in Spain. The reason being, the groom's brother is her ex. That relationship is the reason as to why she has the commitment/trust issues that she has. Catalina's family had been consistently bugging her about whether or not she had a boyfriend. So she decided to lie to her family and agree to bring her "boyfriend" to Spain with her to accompany her to the wedding. And what do you know? Aaron Blackford, her rival coworker, just so happened to offer himself to be her 'fake' date to the wedding.

MAIN CHARACTERS!

Catalina-

Okay so I'm going to be completely honest. I was not the biggest fan of Lina. In the nicest way possible, she is stupid. Almost the entire 400 something pages she acted so oblivious to the way Aaron felt about her. You're telling me he knew everything about Catalina and he HATED her? Be serious. He traveled continents to help her, knew her allergies and favorite foods, helped her work late, knows her favorite coffee place, etc. Aaron was so persistent in being her date to the wedding too, why do you think? Because he hates her? Why would anyone care to help someone they despise? Along with all of this, she was just simply so annoying. She is more than what is 'stubborn', she is petty and tiring to read about, im sorry. Moving on!

Aaron-

So Aaron was a decent character. I don't think there was anything absolutely off-putting about him. He definitely wasn't annoying like Catalina was. Aaron was truly a pretty sweet guy. I think it was kind of odd how much he knew about her, although he had liked her for a long time. It feels somewhat creepy, as if he was watching her creepily from a distance at all times LOL! He was also cringy as shit at times but I feel like at this point its normal. Other than that, there's really not much to say about Aaron.

BEWARE OF THE SPOILERS MENTIONED BELOW!

- Sentences marked with (**) are just thoughts I have about certain scenes in the book.

** The fact that they made out outside of his dying father's hospital room??? YUCK WTF!!

** THE SMUT SCENES?? Some of it was decently written, but there were certain things that he said that made me feel icky. There was a scene she was doubting things and their romance and he just mentioned that she was the one that made him "hard" and that they were "in it together" and that alone just made her want him again? LIKE OKAY!

** Continuing to talk about the smut, please tell me why Aaron's favorite word seems to be cock! The way he asks if she wanted him to CLAIM it with his COCK. I'm sorry, but no! How come he has to sound so odd in these interactions here like it cannot be this difficult to dirty talk well.

** "I'll give you the world," he said against my mouth. "The moon. The fucking stars. Anything you ask, it's yours. I'm yours."

- This was one of the only things that genuinely was sweet that I adored in this book. Unfortunate, but true.

- It's kind of sad because I genuinely wanted to love this book. I feel like almost every book coming from "booktok" is either okay or absolute garbage. The books are always incredibly sappy and overdone. Or they are just not enough.

- This book could have definitely been reduced down to at LEAST 300 something pages. There is so much repetition and so many of the plots/tropes are underdone and not written well. I can't deny that there were parts I enjoyed, although it wasn't much. I try to rate books kindly and with the mindset that there is always worse or always better. I rate books also by the way they touch me, if they do at all.

[imbonewary]

Shifting Sans Chapter 1 "Winging It"

I'm finally writing about my Sans oc, Serif; I've already started posting it on Ao3 but I wanted to post it here too so, without further ado, here's the beginning of Serif's story!

Skeleton hand is lightly alter from here

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Chapter 2

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*…

*that expression that you're wearing…

*…

*you're really kind of a freak, huh?

*how many times have we fought in this hallway?

*i've lost track.

*that distant look in your eyes…

*you're just going through the motions, too.

*blast, slash, dodge, repeat…

*it's getting a little old, isn't it?

*…

*what if I did something different?

...

... ...

... ... ...

My senses were dim and distant as I slowly regained consciousness.

Resets always made me feel weirdly detached from reality.

Dissociated. 

I wonder if anyone else feels that or if it's just me.

...

It's too bright through my eyelids.

Did Pap turn the light on to try to get me up?

That's not entirely unusual but not for the first day of a new reset.

Weird.

...

I don't wanna get up.

I'm tired of watching him be so excited, only to be disappointed by that "human".

I'm tired of watching him die, helpless to stop it.

I'm tired of breathing in the dust as they shamble through the Underground. 

...

Papyrus expects me to get up, though.

I groaned as I tried to open my eyes but my eyelids felt so heavy.

Everything felt heavy.

Sure, I was always exhausted but this was worse than normal after a reset.

Come on, eyelids, it's time to be awake now.

I groaned again as I expended way too much energy just to open my eyes, only to find my vision blurry at best.

Someone was next to me; I could barely make out a white skull and red scarf.

Papyrus.

He must've gotten worried when I didn't come down.

He's saying something but it's muffled, like he's a mile away.

I need to wake up.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath, holding it while I willed my senses to focus on the present. Which also happened to bring a headache to my attention. That's unfortunate.

I forced my eyes open with a drawn-out grunt. There was Pap's worried face, alright, to my... left? The wall was supposed to be to my left, how was Pap on my left? Am I not in my bed? Where am I?

"Pap?" Was that my voice? God, I sound awful. 

"Oh good, you're awake," he said softly. "I was beginning to worry."

Since when could Papyrus speak softly?!

I blinked a few more times in confusion before looking around. I was in the front room, on the couch. That's not normal. I was in bed for the reset, I know I was, I've always woken up in my bed, why am I on the couch?!

"Easy there, buddy," Papyrus tried to sooth, placing a hand on my chest. Oh yeah, I'm hyperventilating now, by the way. "You were out for a while, don't strain yourself too much yet. No one is going to hurt you, I promise."

The calming tone would be nice if it was coming from literally anyone but Papyrus! It just sounded so weird coming from him and it made me uncomfortable. 

"Pap, w-what's going on?" I croaked. My throat hurt so bad. "Why am I here, what happened?"

"We found you half frozen on our doorstep," Papyrus said, holding up his red gloved hands in front of his chest placatingly. "You were in pretty rough shape."

He was wearing a white shirt with black sleeves. 

Where the fuck is his Battle Body?!

The door suddenly opened with a bang and I was flung across the room, held up by magic somewhere over the stairs. This was not helping my panic attack. 

"Papyrus, put me down!" I yelled, flailing against the magic, even though I knew it wouldn't do much. "This is not a good time for japes!"

"I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean to st-tartle you!" Alphys cried, standing next to Papyrus. She was wearing a black dress with a white jacket instead of her usual lab coat. What was Alphys even doing here?! 

"I swear to god, bro, if you do not put me down you're gonna have a bad time!" Fear suddenly turned to aggression as I heard the distinct sound of a Gaster Blaster forming. Shoot, I didn't mean to do that. I heard the sound a few more times and found myself staring at the glowing maw of several blasters directed at me. Meaning they weren't mine.

Meaning Papyrus had summoned them.

How was that possible?! Sure, he had the capacity for it but he didn't know he could, he didn't even know I could! I was so careful! 

"Put me down!" I cried again. How did this escalate so fast?!

”I’m not holding you,” Papyrus said, exasperated. “You’re flying on your own.”

"What are you talking about, I can't fly!" I shot back.

"P-Pap, please put the b-blasters away!” Alphys was pulling on Papyrus’s raised arm. “Th-that's not helping!"

Didn't he promise nobody was gonna hurt me? I was about to say as much when I suddenly caught something red out of the corner of my eye and my head snapped over to it to find... a red wing? And it was attached to me?!

"Wha-!" I suddenly dropped out of the sky with a yelp, tumbled down the stairs, instinctively found my footing, and bolted for the closet under the stairs to finish my panic attack, back pressed against the door as I gasped for breath I technically didn't need. I let it happen, trying to focus on my too quick breaths rather than whatever the hell was going on outside; I could think about it later. Right now, just breathe.

Deep breaths, Sans.

That's it.

Slow it down.

Nice and easy.

I was still panting but at least it was better than before.

Progress.

I could finally register what was in front of me. It was brighter than I expected the closet to be. Roomier, too. And… tiled?

I looked around, finding myself sitting on the floor of a small bathroom with a washer/dryer stack thing between the sink and a bathtub. Since when did we have a bathroom down here? I stood somewhat shakily, leaning against the wall, holding onto the sink for support as I continued to breath heavily. I looked at myself in the mirror. Yup, I definitely had big red wings attached to my back…

… And my bare ribs on full display.

I’ve been naked this whole time.

Ignoring the embarrassed blue heat on my face, I opened the dryer, thankfully finding my clothes inside, nice and warm. Black shorts on, white shirt on, oh wait, what about my about the wings? They don't feel restricted and, looking back at them, they're free as a bird. Heh. But how? I hadn't consciously made holes to accommodate them and I'm pretty sure I would've needed to at least think about the clothing magic to make a change like that. I grabbed my hoodie and headed back to the mirror, watching closely as I threw it on. 

The wings fizzled out of existence for a split second before coalescing again outside of the cloth. Now that I was looking for it, I could feel the rush of the magic as it flowed back into my soul and out again, like taking a deep breath.

Convenient.

But god it felt weird.

So it looks like these wings are connected directly to my soul. Uncomfortable thought but ok. How did this happen? I definitely didn't have them before so what changed-?

Memories of my last fight with the human rushed back to me. We were in the Final Hallway, the Judgement Hall, when I killed them again, but they were right next to me this time so I reached for their soul as it shattered. Time and space had already begun to warp around me so I must've interrupted the LOAD sequence part way through but does that mean... I really absorbed it? Do I have a piece of that genocidal child in the vary core of my being?!

I don't wanna look.

But I have to be sure.

I hesitated, shaky hand over my sternum. What will this mean for me if it's true? Do I have their LV? Their ExP? Their Determination? Control is supposed to be split, isn't it? That's what the Flower said. Back when he was Asriel and absorbed the first human's soul. I don't hear a voice in my head or anything. Maybe I don't have it? But the wings, where else could they have come from? 

No. Stop, Sans. You're spiraling. You won't know until you check, right? So stop stalling and *CHECK.

My soul formed in my cupped hands, floating barely an inch away from my chest. The inverted heart was as bright blue as ever, with the Judge's Star attached to it, as always.

What caught my eye was deep red stain in the center.

The image of a blue heart with a bloodred teardrop burned into my sight as everything else went black.

[theclo4ked1]

Wake me up from this Carnival Night(mare) Zone Some days ago, I made a long awaited return to my in-progress Tails playthrough of Sonic 3 (without the "& Knuckles" lock-on tech). I had already collected all 7 emeralds and the last zone I left myself in was Carnival Night Zone. So I started playing. I was jumping around, running down those candy cane cylinder things, I accidentally performed that one glitch where your gravity becomes altered because you touched a certain object like those rotating wheels or those odd floating platforms that you jump on to have them ascend--all in all, I was havin' a (not 3D) blast, until I made it to Act 2. There was this part with a 10+ Rings monitor, or something, somewhere high in the zone. Above the item was a ceiling that curved, so I jumped at that curve to start running on the ceiling, only to clip into the adjacent wall not too far away.

I found that I was unable to remove myself from that space, no matter how many times I jumped, how much I charged a Spindash--I even attempted that one glitch you can do in Ice Cap and/or Sandopolis when you duck to lower the screen and then quickly jump to perform either a level wrap or a screen wrap, I forgot, but I was just STUCK. I tried for a few minutes before I gave up and waited for a Time Over (the most embarrassing way to die in a Classic Sonic game imo). I don't get Time Over's because I'm bad at the games, I just love to explore these worlds, and I like to be thorough; I wanna find all the secrets and those lovely Giant Rings that net me 50 extra rings (cuz I already have the emeralds at this point so I can no longer warp to the BLUE SPHERE DOILUS ROUND) Nonetheless, I left and returned with a slice of pizza, and finally, the clock eventually hit 9:59 and Tails was freed at the cost of one of his lives...and my pride. Happy to have been released from one of Robotnik's Nefarious Traps (I presumed), I carried out the Act as normal, up to the part where Knuckles comes in and causes a power outage. What a four-headed dick. That's my least favorite part of the whole zone; it's so slow, mostly because the level design is more boxed in and linear and there's WATER in this carnival. For the love of Chaos, who the fUCK put all this water here?!

And you know that one part, with all the bumpers on the walls and ceiling that take you farther into the lower parts of the Act? I was like "hmm what if theres something back there" so I flew through that tight section avoiding the bumpers to be sent back. It turns out there was nothing there for me, so I thought I'd just head back... But unfortunately, Tails' airborne physics, while flying, cause him to descend slower, probably because his gravity is decreased. Due to his decreased gravity, the force exerted by the bumpers is probably doubled, and without any solid ground to stand on, Tails cannot exit flight mode and revert to his normal gravity. The result was me becoming softlocked AGAIN in the same GOT damn Act. Once more, I waited for the time to run out. The following footage is my agony captured on a smartphone camera this time, to share with my friends.

"I'm stuck in the GOT damn building; I can't get out of this... I cAn'T-" Damn it, Tails, is this why some people don't like you? Geez, I have NEVER been in Carnival Night Zone for this long of a time; it was so, very excruciating. I'm still worried this experience will forever change the way I see Tails and this Zone... :( Addendum, Jun. 5, 2024. I forgot to put this addendum in soon after I initially posted the entire text. I was looking at my screen like "what was I supposed to add? oh well" but I remembered today: this post was the first time I put in some .gifs to just fill the spaces between blocks. This is because I had learned that Tumblr has a block limit system of 4,000-something characters. The way I format my posts, I use SHIFT-ENTER to make new lines and not ENTER, and using the former over the ladder continues a block rather than splitting it. Now I also know why I couldn't put all of my Sonic Frontiers thoughts into that one post from a while ago, but hey, now I know I can fix it because I saved the rest elsewhere! but ough, I had always ("always" referring to when I found my footing in making posts which wasn't all that long ago) put a .gif or three in my posts because 1) they're fun to use, and 2) they kept the design of my posts more than stale (not boring). Now I may feel obligated to have them just so I don't reach that limit :C

[kenxmatsui]

Teeth caught onto his bottom lip as thoughts headed down a path that would never have them leave the house tonight. Their understanding of formal was vastly different he agreed to that with a nod, his definition was closer to how it's actually defined, while hers, well… the dress spoke volumes. Self control worked overtime for him to take a step back and away from her suggestive words, plans already set couldn't be derailed even before they had the chance to be put into motion. "When have you known me to be normal?" he questioned with a light laugh, "And there you again with costs and saving, is there something you're trying to tell me? We're not strapped for cash." This also came light-hearted but with ample honesty. Money had been a point of interest at one point, back when he was under a roof of greed and even years after that but what was the point to it now? Ken needn't worry of rushing to accumulate wealth any longer, he had forever. A concept that he had only recently come to terms with.

"Do I need an occasion?" he asked, though genuinity existed behind the question, the head shake that came to the forefront hinted at something else. "By all means you can keep that gift till a later time, I'm a little surprised that you got me anything at all, but unfortunately, mine cannot wait." Despite excitement drumming up on its own accord spilling out for her to see in a smile, he schooled it back to a softer expression before speaking again, "I didn't want to wait for moments to do something nice, if this town has shown me anything it's that waiting for something good is futile. It's also what you taught me as well, choices and all that." While he wouldn't say fate had no part in things, choices were important too and this was both he concluded.

"Over dressed is not a concept I fully I understand yet." Not when he was decked out in one of his nicer suits tonight, though a tie was skipped to keep it a little casual, elegance hadn't been skimped out on, "You look beautiful, don't think too much into it. Besides, you know I'm still not a fan of pizza," he added with a crinkle of his nose, "I don't get its appeal." Expression smoothing out at the kiss Ken carried on, "I never forget anything in regard to you, it just might take me time to get around actually doing it." Now aiming a sly wink in her direction when questioned on his plans for the night, he brushed that off with a simple flick of hand, "Don't think too much into that either. Enjoy the show." He would've been more attentive to the show himself, probably should have been, but the many glances at her took more precedent as thoughts raced on every outcome while stars danced above them knowingly, and were he to personify it he was sure the twinkling was a way they laughed when his heart began to beat a little faster. It wasn't nervousness, no, what he felt had a more anticipatory note rather than anxious, hopeful even, if he dared to think it, and when she turned attention his way, looking beyond beautiful than both projected and real stars, Ken felt the world slip away as her hand found his. Standing up eventually, Ken gently pulled Leyla towards the centre of the room with a smile that took up permanent residence on his lips in her presence. "We're not done yet, canım."

The ceiling may have faded to a blanket of blackness, faintly flickering with light every now and then, the rest of what he had planned had only just begun. A hand made its way around her waist to pull her into a slow dance, music kicking up in accompaniment. "Not the first time at a planetarium, I went to the one in New York for about ten minutes," he answered her earlier question with a light chuckle, wanting to keep the conversation at a relatively casual level, not that he could picture that working out at all. He lapsed into silence the beat after, mostly to let the melody fill the space rather than his voice, and as expected, the repeating slow notes, though pleasant, were cast into the background as mind wandered back to her breaking from all the possibilities tonight held, a little focus went towards their sway, feet moving lightly as their little dance continued, something Ken never thought he'd ever do, yet, when it came to her, little things like this he started to want.

"Do you remember a while ago when you posed a scenario that involved candles and bubbles?" he asked breaking the silence, "Me saying tired was only half the truth, while yes I was, but also I didn't think I had enough self control in me to not speak my mind, had I done so, tonight would be very different." Was he glad he dragged it till now or would it have been better if it had happened then? "And to a time before that many months ago when we were at the hospital, you told me you loved me in Japanese, and I didn't say it back, I'm sure remember. It wasn't because I didn't but that word holds deep meaning for me and really in a sense you saying it solidified something for me." Such feelings had little to do with words, it was inexpressible, it seemed disingenuous to try and express them, to confine them with worded meanings, the depth of what he felt surely couldn't be summed into one thing, but Ken said it anyway, "Aishiteru." A single solitary phrase spoke in Japanese with a softness that was reserved just for her might not be enough but it implied a deep profound thing that he could never say it so casually, the weight of it light and fluttery but every bit serious, much like how he felt in this moment. Love was an impossibility he didn't know could ever be felt till she took up a place in his heart and life.

"This is no secret nor will I lie, but I looked both ways a million times before I allowed you to cross my mind after our rather unfortunate initial meetings, but somewhere in taking all those precautions you slipped in and...life feels like it has a meaning that it never had before since you've stepped into it. I still do not know what you see in me but I'm glad you stayed." He had taken up too much time he realised as music seemed to have faded a long time ago and her favourite constellation shimmered into view, the tell-tale W a bright starting point and a prompt for him. Ken guided her gaze upwards as other dots slowly illuminated into existence beside Cassiopeia in a pattern that was not part of any constellation she would've known, at least he hoped she hadn't connected the dots before the projection got to it or before he had time to speak it. Not stalling any longer, while her eyes were still up, and as the last of the stars he needed to spell out the question was visible, Ken dropped to one knee pulling out a small wooden box from his jacket pocket, "Leyla...?" he called to her attention, "I love you, immensely so. I want to tell you that and make you feel loved and happy forever if you'd let me." His voice did not waver as he spoke, did not break or crumble under the weight of the feeling, nerves and emotions under tight control but really, there was no need for that either, everything spoken and to be said was done with surety, no hesitation no skips, this decision —though it took a while to actually do given everything and how much he had thought beforehand — came easily, surprising even him. "Will you let me?" The box was slightly unconventional, he knew, not just its make but how it held the ring itself. Opening it, the ring twisted out as lines connected a pattern above and Ken, full of quiet anticipation, spoke the words written in the stars, "Will you marry me?"

Leyla tilted her head to the side, a knowing smile playing at her lips as she glanced up at him. "Yes, we would," She gave him a definitive nod. Her voice lilting as she turned into his touch. "We would have made it to the bed," She pointed out, innocently enough, only for her breath to hitch in her throat at the weight of his words and the way they seemed to tickle along the back of her neck. "I still think we have two very different definitions of what formal means, but," Her bottom lip pulled into a pout as he zipped her up rather than down. "You're such a tease," She grumbled out, plucking the tickets out of his hand all the same.

"What? I can be practical," She contested. Maybe not the most law abiding, but practical when the situation called for it. "Though, I'm sorry, what?" She blinked over at him in confusion. "Why do you keep doing that? You know we can simply make a reservation like normal people, right? Or go to the hideaway? It would at least be a little cheaper than Ambrosi-" She started to reason, though she wasn’t sure what left her more intrigued — the subtle shift in his demeanor tonight or the unshakable sense that whatever was happening was significant, even if she couldn’t quite place why. "I'm all for answering questions, but what's the occasion?" She blinked over at him once more. Her eyes scanned him once over as if to try to suss him out. "Because our anniversary isn't until another month and, while I might have already gotten you gift, it isn't wrapped yet. So, if this all is for that, then can I ask we with hold any physical exchanges of gifts until a later time?" She proposed. Her hand slipped into his with ease as she allowed him to usher her out the door.

As the car hummed to life, Leyla stole a glance at him, the way his hand rested confidently on the wheel, his other arm perched on the center console as though tonight was just any other night. But it wasn’t. She could feel it. The tension in the air wasn’t the kind that unnerved her; it was the kind that set her heart racing, anticipation bubbling just below the surface.

"You know," she continued, feigning nonchalance as she crossed one leg over the other, "We're going to be way too over dressed for the planetarium, right?" She pointed out. But, her gaze softened as he mentioned this was to make up for the times he had been an ass lately. "What times? Ken, you don't have to do all this because of what happened back at the Carnival. Honest. I mean I appreciate it and am happy to spend more time with you, but I don't need some big romantic gesture. We could be curled up on the couch with Cat and some pizza and I'd be happy," She promised him. Only, when he pulled the car into park, did she lean over and press a gentle kiss against his cheek. "Thank you for the planetarium though and for remembering that I wanted us to come here together."

"What are you up to?" She narrowed her eyes at him once more, letting him lead her to her seat. But, all the while she was looking over her shoulder back toward the staff member he had exchanged a few words with a look of bewilderment. Though, when she settled into her seat, any curiosity into what her boyfriend was scheming was set aside. Instead, she sank back into the plush seat. Her wide eyes happily soaking in the litter of stars overhead. "Why do I get a feeling this is your first time ever to a planetarium?" She snuck him a glance. A soft giggle breaking from her lips as she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before fully settling in.

It was only when the show had ended that Leyla turned her head at the sound of his voice, her lips curling into a smile that was soft yet filled with intrigue. The stars above them cast faint shimmering patterns across her face, blending seamlessly with the anticipation that seemed to pulse in the air.

“Hm?” she murmured, her focus fully on him now, her hand resting lightly on his.

[justdontaskme]

Actual Winners (Ona Batlle x Reader)

A/N: Little bit of writer's block and a rough few weeks but I got something done. I don't love it, but think this might be as good as I can get it. Follow up fic to I Got You. Hope you enjoy!

The nerves currently wracking your body made this day a living nightmare. It was like each move you made was being watched, and it made your skin crawl. You don't know why but you just felt off since the end of practice.

It continued throughout the entire day. While it was normal to be nervous the day before one of the biggest games of your life, it seemed like there was more to it. At dinner, your head was shifty as your leg furiously bounced up and down, gaining Leah's worried attention from her seat next to you. 

Everyone could tell that something was off about you, but none of them knew how to help. 

Just as dinner was about to end, Alessia had come over and shoved her phone into your face. Confused, you grabbed the device from your United teammate. 

The smiling face staring back at you immediately put you in a better mood. 

“Hola, cariño,” your girlfriend grinned when she saw the small upward tick of your lips. “Alessia told me you are sad. Are you okay?”

Hearing her voice literally went straight through your heart. You couldn’t identify why, but you suddenly felt the need to cry. Opening your mouth, you tried to speak but nothing came out. 

“Mi amor?” Ona tried again when you didn’t respond. 

Again, no words came out. You felt a nudge to your side, turning to your best friend who tilted her head towards the door, knowing that you probably needed this conversation with a bit more privacy. 

Nodding your head, you quietly excused yourself, promising Alessia you’d return her phone in a few minutes. Your journey was short, as you couldn’t even make it to your room. Instead, you camped out in the empty stairwell about one floor up from the dining room. 

“I miss you,” you whispered, pouting at the camera. 

Ona’s face softened, and at that moment you really wished you could reach through the camera to touch her soft skin. Seeing her briefly for the quarterfinal game wasn’t enough. You wanted more. 

After the quarterfinal game, Ona had told you she was going to take a short vacation with her brother but promised to be back for your game. Communication was limited during this time. Your schedule was busy with training and whatnot with the team while Ona was always in places with spotty service. 

When she unfortunately missed out on the semifinal against Sweden, you were a little disappointed. The post of her and Mapi holding up England's flag with a message of support was nice, but it wasn't the same as having her there.

“I miss you, too,” Ona replied. “I don’t like being away from you, but I love watching you be great.” 

“But I’m not.”

“Don’t be like that,” Ona pleaded, her head falling onto the pillow next to her. “You are so amazing, mi amor, and I wish you could see that.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re the only one that thinks that.”

“I am not. I promise. So many people look up to you for different reasons and I’m so proud to call you my girlfriend.”

At her words, you felt a sudden burst of emotion, tears falling down your face. You were overcome with love for this girl, your emotions getting the best of you. Ona had immediately started apologizing at the sight of your tears, afraid she had said something to upset you. 

Quickly, you reassured her it was the exact opposite. She always knew how to make you feel ten times lighter. You asked her to stay on the line and detail her trip just so you could hear her voice some more before the eventual goodbyes. 

****

As you stood at the front of the tunnel, the loud cheering literally vibrated throughout your body. The pounding in your ear, the beating of your heart, it made everything feel so real.

If anyone had asked you ten years ago if they thought you'd ever play for your country, let alone represent your home country in a Euro final, you would have called them crazy. Yet, here you were. You closed your eyes and let the sounds of the stadium fill you up. 

"You alright?" Leah asked, taking her last trip up and down the line and checking in with each player. 

The sound of her voice spooked you from your trance. Your best friend fixed you with worried eyes as she saw the trepidation in your eyes. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

"It’s okay,” you quickly reassured you. Your breathing returned to normal as you remembered where you were and what you were about to do. “Is this even real?"

Her eyes brightened as a large smile grew on her face.

"You better believe it, Y/N. We've made it," she clapped her hands against your shoulder, jostling you back and forth a bit to shake out your nerves. 

“Who would have thought that the two of us would be here now?”

"I did," Leah smiled cheekily. 

You shoved her lightly with a roll of your eyes, "Let's win this."

"Don't forget to look good in front of your girlfriend," Leah winked, your answering blush led to her burst of laughter. 

Ever since your phone call with Ona last night, the team had been relentlessly teasing you about your sudden change in mood. Some joked about the dopey smile on your face, others complained about how they hadn’t thought to call Ona earlier. You took all the teasing in stride, proud of having such a beautiful girl who made you feel all warm inside. Now, you just wanted to prove that you could be the girl that Ona saw in you. 

****

The German team was composed and pressing hard. After playing for more than a hundred minutes, your body was about to give up. You could feel the exhaustion creeping in as your legs started to cramp. Slowly, you found it harder and harder to catch your breath. But you had to keep pushing. 

The clock on the jumbotron just kept climbing, and you wished it would just freeze for a second so you could catch your breath. There was barely ten minutes left of the game. The creeping anxiety of having to go to penalties crept up your shoulder. You and your team were determined to keep that from happening. 

Desperately, you turned to where you knew Ona was sitting with your family. Your girlfriend made eye contact, signaling for you to take a deep breath in. Following her instructions, you stood up straight, filling your lungs with air before slowly letting it out. 

The breathing did its job in recentering you. You flashed Ona a smile in thanks and a quick thumbs up before turning your attention back to the game.  

With a corner kick in your team’s favor, you looked back at Leah, telling her you were about to join the fray while she agreed to stay behind. You weren’t necessarily a target in the box, but you were going to jump on any kind of rebound and be ready to send in a cross to one of your teammates. 

Lauren went to take the corner and you all lined up. There was a scuffle in the box as soon as the ball came in, and you waited outside the box anxiously. You watched as Chloe managed to get a foot on the ball, but a German player managed to stick their foot out and deflect it at the last minute.   

Unfortunately for them, the ball had bounced just out of the box in front of you. Feeling as if you had nothing to lose, you ran onto the ball, striking it as it came down on the second bounce. 

You held your breath as everyone watched it sail over every player's head, slipping right past the German keeper who could only get her fingers to brush the edges of the ball, but not enough to stop it. 

For a second, you were completely shocked. The ball hit the back of the net, sealing the win for your team in the first major competition of your life. 

When things started to click into place, you finally snapped out of it. Turning around in your spot, you found all of your teammates running towards you with huge grins on their faces. Seeing Alessia, you immediately started running, jumping into her awaiting arms as she spun the two of you around. 

You felt others jumping onto the two of you from all sides, almost like a standing dog pile. As the pile broke, you felt Leah grab your shoulders shouting how proud she was of you before pressing a kiss to the side of your head and telling you to get back into position. 

As you started to head back, you glanced over to the family section, quickly finding the eyes of the person you loved so much. Instinctively, you pressed a kiss to the tip of your first two fingers before pointing her out in the middle of the crowd. 

Even from your spot on the field, you could see the blush rising on her cheeks as your brother was jostling her shoulders in jest. She blew you a subtle kiss in return, which amped you up for the last few minutes of the game. 

When the final whistle blew, you made eye contact with Leah, crushing her in your arms when you two finally reached one another. Neither of you could really speak at the moment, disbelief and pride coursing through your veins. 

"We did it!" you shouted at each other, happy tears slipping down both of your faces.

Leah eventually passed you off to Lucy who you'd always felt was like an older sister to you. The other defender had rocked you back and forth before the two of you turned to the family section and waved to all your supporters. 

The stadium was buzzing, but all you could focus on was the Spanish defender staring back at you with your jersey from the quarterfinals on her back. 

After the ceremony and lots of celebrating with your teammates, all of you finally made it out to the hotel conference which was closed down specifically for friends and families of the players. 

Weaving in and out of the bodies, you were searching for your family, finally finding them with Leah's family near the back. Your parents engulfed you immediately, congratulating you for everything. Your younger siblings clung to your sides, asking if they could see your medal and the trophy before running off to find their friends. 

And finally, after what felt like a lifetime, you were able to greet your girlfriend, drawing the younger girl into your arms. 

Neither of you said anything, just soaking in the embrace. It had only been a little over a week since you had seen her, but that was long enough for you.

"Congratulations, cariño," Ona said into the side of your neck, pressing a soft kiss just under your ear.

But that didn't satisfy you. Instead, you pulled back enough to see her face before drawing her face to yours and kissing her like you wanted to since you first saw her in the stands with your England jersey on. 

"I love you,” you declared, holding her face in your hands as your eyes explored hers. “So much.”

“I love you, too.”

Carefully, you removed the medal from around your neck, gently placing it around your girlfriend’s neck. 

“No, no. This is yours,” the Spanish girl tried to return it to you, but you rested your hands on top of hers. 

“I want to share this with you,” you said, pulling her hands away from the gold piece, and lowering them to her sides. “I couldn’t have done this without you. And I wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anyone but you.” 

“Then this is ours,” she said, holding your hand with one of hers as the other travels back up her body until the gold medal was laying in the palm of her hand. 

Her words stirred something in you as it fully pieced everything together in your mind. The two of you were living this life together, and there were still many more memories to share with one another. 

[babymetaldoll]

"Victory" (Spencer Reid/ Reader)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Spencer's daughter hates her father's girlfriend. But when he is in prison, life pushes them to finally get along.

Warning: Cursing, a little angst, a mean teenager, and fluff.

Word count: 5,4K

A/N: Hello, pretty people! How are you? I've missed you! Life has been a little messy and filled with angst, so writing hasn't come easy in the lastest weeks. Hope you like this story, and I hope I can bring you a new one soon 😉

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Spencer's daughter hated her dad's new girlfriend. And she wasn't subtle about it. She hated that her father was now dating, 'cos she didn't want to share his love. So now she didn't even want to be around him anymore 'cos he was so happy, it was annoying.

It wasn't that she hated her father, 'cos she loved him. But she was never going to face the fact she was jealous. She didn't want to share Spencer with anyone because he was all the family she knew, and they were a team.

Victoria Reid was twelve years old. She had grown up alone with her dad 'cos her mother had ditched the two of them soon after she was born. Spencer had tried to explain to his daughter her mom had left 'cos she wasn't ready to deal with the responsibility of being a mother, which was true. He, on the other hand, was happy to know he was going to be a father, and he repeated over and over again she was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

That was true.

When Spencer and his ex found out they were going to be parents, he was ecstatic. He couldn't wait to hold his baby in his arms and watch them grow. He didn't know his girlfriend had other plans, though, and soon after Victoria was born, she had left the two of them and never looked back.

Spencer wasn't going to lose the chance of being a dad. Even when he knew he was too young, Reid was ready to raise that baby on his own and give her all the love he had.

That's why he and Victoria were so close. Spencer was the only parent she had ever had. He was her world. And though Spencer was only 24 when Tori was born, he had given her his best.

Tori was the BAU's baby girl. Everybody in the team was a part of her life because she had grown up with them. Penelope was her best friend and godmother. Victoria would spend a lot of time with her while her dad was away on a case. Derek was her cool uncle. He helped her train to get into the basketball team and taught her how to dance. JJ was the closest to a mother figure in her life. Tori would spend time with her after school, playing with Henry. Spencer always said JJ was like a sister for him, and that's why they were all like family. Tori actually called Henry and Michel her cousins.

Emily was like her best friend. They could talk about anything, and at least twice a month, they would go out together shopping, just the two of them. Spencer always respected his daughter's relationship with his friend 'cos they were their little extended family. Tori called Rossi "Nono." He had taught her himself, and she loved going to his mansion, 'cos he always had new video games to play with her.

But then came (Y/N). She had joined the team when Victoria was only six years old, and for the first five years, they got along just fine. (Y/N) would come along shopping with her and Emily, sometimes she took Tori out for some pastries, and talked about bands, boys. Victoria loved her.

That until the incident.

She hated (Y/N) after the incident.

Victoria refused to talk to her after THE INCIDENT.

It was a warm spring afternoon, Spencer and (Y/N) had the afternoon off, and they were at his apartment... heavily making out on the couch. That's why they lost track of time.

(Y/N) and Spencer had started dating a few months before. They had been in love with each other for years. Still, neither of them had acted on it until Rossi's birthday party, when they had a little too many drinks and finally confessed their feelings. They wanted to take things slow, but when you make out in front of the whole team, it might be a little harder imagined.

But they had decided to wait for the right time to tell Victoria. But, unfortunately, the right time didn't come soon enough.

- "Dad!! I'm home!!"- Victoria opened the front door and froze in shock at the scene going on in front of her. The twelve-year-old had asked her best friend's mother to drop her home earlier when Penelope told her Spencer had already gone home. In Garcia's defense, she had no idea what was going on in Reid's residence, and if she had known, she would have never let Victoria know her dad was home.

(Y/N) widened her eyes and quickly grabbed a pillow to cover herself. She was shirtless, sitting on Spencer's lap. She still had her bra on (thank god), but anyone could tell that scene was leading to the bedroom in a few seconds.

- "Shit!"- Spencer whispered and closed his eyes as he realized what was going on. (Y/N) held her breath as she stared into the young teen's eyes. Victoria didn't know what to do or what to say, so she simply ran to her room and slammed the door.

- "Ok... so I think Tori knows about us"- (Y/N) tried to ease the mood and smiled at her boyfriend as she put on her shirt. But Spencer sighed and covered his face with both hands- "Oh, come on. It doesn't have to be a bad thing. Let me talk to her."

- "No, (Y/N), let me talk to her first."- Spencer stood up and kissed (Y/N) 's nose- "I know she is mad, and I should be the one dealing with her anger."

Reid knew his daughter well enough to anticipate her behavior. People had often told him he could be a little passive-aggressive when he was upset. And his daughter was just like him.

- "Victoria, open the door!"- he said and waited a few seconds after knocking.

- "Go away!"- the teenager yelled, laying on her bed. She felt betrayed and confused. But most of all, she felt angry that her father had decided to have a girlfriend. He had no right to do such a thing. He had to take care of her and her grandma. No one else.

- "Victoria, we need to talk about this!"

- "You seemed too busy with your girlfriend to talk to me, dad. So go away!"

- "Victoria Marie!"- Spencer knocked on the door but got no answer from his daughter. (Y/N) heard it all from the couch and tried to think of a way to fix things with the young girl.

Sadly, it wasn't going to be easy, and in the months that followed, everything was far from being normal again.

- "I hate her!"- Victoria huffed and left her book aside. Spencer was trying to explain to her why (Y/N) would stay with her and Diana while he took a short work trip for the weekend. But the girl didn't want to hear a word about it.

- "You used to get along with her just fine until we started dating."- Spencer tried to dialogue with his daughter. Still, it was honestly getting harder and harder each time they touched the subject.

- "Used to. You just said it. I have the right to change my mind about people. Why can't I stay with auntie Penelope for the weekend?"

- "Because I want you to make an effort and try to get along with (Y/N) again. Victoria, we've been through this before. I love you, and that's not going to change just because I am dating (Y/N)."

- "This is so unfair! I hate you!!"

Spence tried to stay calm, but after over four-month having the same argument almost every day, he was losing it. Victoria stormed out and slammed her bedroom door behind her back. Maybe it was better not to push it, Spencer thought, defeated, and called Penelope to ask her if his daughter could spend the weekend with her, 'cos he had to travel. Maybe Victoria and (Y/N) weren't going to get along if he forced them to spend time together.

Everyone had already tried to talk to her about what was going on: JJ, Emily, Penelope. But Victoria wasn't ready to give in. She wanted to hate (Y/N), and nothing was going to change that. Or so she thought.

The day Penelope showed up in Victoria's school and announced her something had happened to her dad was engraved in the girl's memory forever as the worst day of her life. Her father had been arrested in Mexico, but Garcia had assured her, the whole team was working to bring him home safe. Meanwhile, she would stay with her in her apartment (she was already there anyway), and Diana would stay home with her nurse.

Victoria's heart was broken. She was basically alone in the whole world. Her father was her anchor. Her protector. Her superhero. Her best friend. And now, all of a sudden, he was gone, and though everybody told her it was going to be ok, she knew it wasn't.

- "Hey,"- (Y/N) walked into Penelope's office and found Victoria doing her homework- "Pen told me you were here, and I thought maybe you'd like one of these."

The young SSA said and handed the girl a box of fresh chocolate frosted with sprinkled donuts and a strawberry milkshake. Her favorites.

But Victoria didn't reply. Instead, she looked at (Y/N) right in the eyes, not moving a muscle, and then returned to her homework.

It had been two weeks since Spencer had been accused of murder, and he had been transferred to Virginia. But the team was far from solving the case.

- "Ok, Tori, please stop this. I know you don't like me dating your dad, but this is not the right time to fight. I know..."- (Y/N) made a short pause and took a deep breath before resuming her idea- "I know how you feel."

- "No. You don't."- Victoria Reid's voice was loud and clear, like thunder, hitting earth with anger. So clear, in fact, (Y/N) widened her eyes when she heard her.

- "You have no idea how I feel. Your dad ain't in jail accused of killing some woman in Mexico. You have no right to tell me that!"

- "My boyfriend and best friend in the whole world is in jail right now, and it doesn't matter if I work myself to death 18 hours every single fucking day; I still can't find the way to help him. I feel lost and alone, and most of all, scared, 'cos I've come to realize I have no idea how to live without him anymore. I'm guessing that's very close to what you feel."

(Y/N) poured her heart with complete honesty to her boyfriend's daughter, fighting the tears back, though you could feel the desperation in her voice. She didn't know if it would be of any use, but she had to take that from her chest. She missed Spencer so much she felt she was going insane. She had no idea what to do.

Victoria stared at her, furrowing her eyes and pouting. She didn't want to cry in front of (Y/N) 'cos she didn't want her trying to console her.

- "Just because you are dating him doesn't mean you have to take care of me. I can take care of myself."- Tori said and looked at the donut. She was hungry, they looked delicious, but the teenager didn't want to accept any gift coming from (Y/N).

- "I am not here because you are my boyfriend's daughter. I thought you were a cool kid way before I fell in love with him."- (Y/N) tried to calm herself down and sat across the table from Victoria- "And I am not trying to steal him from you. I just wanna... make him happy."

- "We were happy,"- the teenager's comeback was like a slap on (Y/N) 's face, but she did her best not to take it personally. She knew it was useless fighting with a teenager.

- "I have a visit scheduled for tomorrow. If you'd like, we could go together."

Tori held her breath. She hadn't seen her father since he left for Mexico. Of course, Victoria wanted to see him and hug him. It was all she wanted in the whole world. But... she didn't want to be friendly with (Y/N).

- "If I go... it doesn't mean I like you."- the young girl whispered.

- "I know"- (Y/N) nodded, feeling already triumphant.

- "And it doesn't mean I'm ok with you dating him."

- "I understand. I just know you miss him, Tori. I really know how you feel, and I'm gonna help you whenever I get a chance."- Victoria didn't answer; she just sighed and grabbed a donut. (Y/N) tried not to smile, feeling she had a small victory.

Spencer couldn't believe it when he saw his little girl waiting for him sitting next to (Y/N) instead of his lawyer in the small grey room. Victoria stood up and ran to him the second the door opened and wrapped her arms around her father as tight as possible.

(Y/N) looked at the guards, thankful neither of them had tried to stop the teenager.

Spencer kissed his daughter's cheek a few times and whispered how sorry he was to put her under those circumstances. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He was speechless. A part of him hated the idea of his daughter visiting him in jail, but he also missed her too much to argue with (Y/N) for bringing her over.

- "I'll go fill a few forms. Be right back"- (Y/N) whispered and saw Spencer's warm smile as he mouthed "Thank you," still hugging his daughter. She whispered, "I love you," and walked outside the room. She knew Victoria would appreciate a few minutes alone with her father, and she didn't want to take that away from them. She really wanted to make Spencer and Tori happy, and spending time together was what they needed.

- "I know this is hard, peanut, but we'll get through it. I'll be out in a few weeks. I promise"- Spencer held his daughter's hands as they sat across the table.

- "I miss you"- her voice was a soft whisper, as she kept trying not to cry anymore. She didn't want to make him feel guilty, sad, or anxious.

- "Me too. How are you? How is living with aunt Penelope going?"

- "Ok... we watch a lot of movies."

- "And school?"- Tori shrugged.

- "Ok, I guess."

- "Victoria..."

- "I got a C on my history paper."

- "Baby..."

- "I know, I know, I should have tried harder, but I really didn't want to do it."

Spencer was torn between lecturing his daughter for getting a bad grade and actually telling her it was ok, 'cos they were going through a rough patch. It was obvious she might get bad grades, all things considered.

- "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you"- it was all Spencer managed to whisper.

- "Don't say that, dad. I'm sorry I slacked off."

- "You know, you could ask (Y/N) for help,"- Spencer suggested, but Tori just rolled her eyes, annoyed- "She has a master in the subject..."

- "Dad, please don't force me to talk to her."

- "I'm just saying... you don't have to be her best friend, just ask for help when needed, especially when it comes to school. Besides, it's clear she isn't a bad person if she brought you here today."

- "She just wants to win me over."- Tori mumbled and crossed her arms on her chest. But she knew her dad was right in one thing: (Y/N) had done a pretty good thing taking her to see her dad and letting them spend time together on their own.

Victoria thought she was losing her mind after three months had passed and her father was still in jail. It didn't matter that (Y/N) took her every Saturday morning to visit, played her favorite music, and bought her all the pastries she loved. She needed to live with her father again and do all the small things they loved: making breakfast together, playing scrabble, taking long walks in the park, eating ice cream. Tori even missed her father's annoying habits. She missed his rambling and how he always had an answer for everything, even for the things she didn't want to talk about with him.

Spencer was an amazing father, no questions asked, and Victoria Reid knew she couldn't ask for a better dad than him. She just wanted him back.

But things weren't going to improve soon.

When the team found out Diana Reid had been kidnapped, (Y/N) had to take a minute and lock herself in the bathroom to cry her heart out. She felt bad things were never going to cease, and she didn't want to tell Victoria. The girl had already been through so much, adding the abduction of her grandmother wasn't fair. Tori was just twelve. She shouldn't be going through all that.

- "Victoria?"

Prentiss decided she was going to be the one to tell the girl what was going on, and (Y/N) offered herself to look for her. She was in Rossi's office, reading a book curled on his comfy couch. That poor kid almost lived at the BAU by then.

- "My homework is done."- she replied, not taking her eyes from the page she was reading.

- "That's good. And what are you reading?"- Tori sighed and showed her the cover- "Something Wicked this way comes," I love that book"- (Y/N) smiled and took a look around.

- "Figured my father forced you to read it."

- "Actually, I read it when I was ten, and it's one of my favorite books."- (Y/N) looked at Victoria, but the teenager kept pretending to read, ignoring her- "Emily needs to talk to you."

- "And why are you here? Why didn't aunt Emily come? Are you her secretary?"- there was something about Victoria's attitude that reminded (Y/N) of Reid.

- "I wanted to see you, see how you were doing, and take you to the conference room"- Tori sighed and stood up. She hoped Emily had good news about her father, 'cos she was honestly going insane.

But of course, Prentiss didn't have any good news.

- "I'm sorry, Tori, but... you are going to have to stay here tonight"- the girl frowned, confused, and looked at the whole team around her. Everybody looked like they hadn't slept in days. Which, by the way, was very accurate.

- "Why?"

- "'Cos we are going to have to..."- Emily paused and held her breath, staring at her niece's eyes.- "I'm sorry, Tori, but this is the truth: the woman who framed your father has kidnapped Diana, and I'm scared she might try to get you too. So until we catch her, the safest place to be is here, at the BAU. With us."

Tori gasped and covered her mouth with both hands as tears filled her eyes in a second.

- "Nana? Is she ok?"

- "We don't know yet, but we are working to bring her home safe as soon as possible"- JJ caressed Tori's arm and tried to hold her, but she pushed her away mad frowned.

- "You keep saying that, you keep telling me you are working to bring my family home safe, but so far, you haven't done anything!! I am still alone! Dad is in jail, and everybody knows he is innocent! And now nana is gone too!!"

- "Baby, we know it is hard, but..."- Emily wanted to explain to Victoria everything was more complex than they had expected, but the girl covered her ears and shook her head, yelling as she stormed out of the room

- "I don't wanna hear you!! I want my dad!!"

It was painful to hear those things, 'cos the team was doing the best they could for Reid and his family, but they could understand the frustration and, most of all, the fear that little girl felt.

- "I'll talk to her,"- (Y/N) said and turned to Emily- "You guys continue what you were doing. I'll try to calm her down."

- "Are you sure you wanna go?"- Emily asked and cut (Y/N) a short smile.

- "Yeah, for once, she is mad at all of us, not just me."

The young SSA walked to Garcias's office, where Tori was hidden underneath a desk, crying.

- "Hey."

- "Leave me alone."

- "I know I'm the last person you wanna be with right now, and I am sorry I can't do anything to make you feel better. I can only promise you this: we are doing all we can to bring your dad and your grandmother back home safe." - (Y/N) whispered as she walked slowly towards the girl, who sobbed, whipping off the tears from her eyes.

- "Just leave me alone. I want to be alone,"- Tori mumbled and wrapped her arms around herself, sobbing.

- "I'm not gonna leave you alone, Tori. You are not alone here with us."

- "I am alone!! I want my daddy!! I need my daddy!!"- the girl continued crying her eyes out, hidden underneath the desk. (Y/N) kneeled next to her and sat on the floor.

- "Come here"- it was a bold move, 'cos (Y/N) knew the girl was going to reject her, but she didn't care. She couldn't deal with her sadness, and it scared her to think how bad the child was feeling. So, (Y/N) opened her arms and moved the teen closer to her.

Surprisingly, the girl didn't reject her. Instead, she cried against the fabric of (Y/N) 's sweater and sobbed, shaking, as (Y/N) caressed her hair carefully.

- "I swear, we are not gonna rest until he is free and until Diana is home."

- "I want my family back,"- Victoria mumbled and sighed.

- "You'll get it. I swear, I'll do everything I can to bring them back to you."

That was the first time since (Y/N) started dating Spencer that Victoria let her close. In the middle of the mess they were all lost into, it felt like a little break of peace. Another small victory for the young woman.

(Y/N) didn't mind spending the whole night awake going through an endless pile of files if it meant there was a chance to bring Spencer back home. Tori stayed in Rossi's office, where she made something that looked pretty much like a fort on the couch, with blankets and pillows, to hide from the rest of the world.

It was heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time, looking at the girl hidden there, trying to read, trying to draw, trying to do anything to take her mind from reality. Penelope brought her something to eat, but she rejected it, saying she wasn't hungry. Emily and JJ had tried to talk to her, but Tori kindly said she wanted to be alone. Even Morgan had called her and announced to her he was taking a plane from Chicago to help the team looking for Diana.

None of that cheered Victoria up.

- "I bought you this,"

Around ten, (Y/N) opened Rossi's door and walked in, holding a box of frosted chocolate donuts with sprinkles.

- "They always cheer your dad up, so I'm counting they will do the trick with you too"- the young woman tried to joke but found Victoria crying quietly insider her fort.

- "Please, just leave me alone,"- she whispered and hid her face with both her hands. (Y/N) didn't pay attention and sat with her inside the fort.

- "Not a chance."

- "I really don't wanna do this now, just leave me alone,"- the girl sighed, defeated, and continued crying.

- "Come here, I told you, you are not alone."

- "I am alone, (Y/N)! My dad is in jail, my grandma is kidnapped, and my mother left me 'cos she didn't love me!"

- "No, baby, don't say that"- (Y/N) wrapped her arms around Tori and kissed the top of her head.

- "I know my mom didn't want to have me, and maybe she was right... maybe I am cursed, and all this is my fault."

- "Victoria Marie Reid, you are talking senseless" (Y/N) held the girl's shoulder and looked into her eyes.

- "You are an adorable young girl who deserves the best in the world. Why did this happen? I don't know, bad shit happens in life, and we must try to learn something from it. That's it. There's no reason or cause. Shit happens, baby, but we must raise stronger than before. You are an incredible young girl, and I know your dad is proud of you. I am proud of you, 'cos you've been so courageous and brave."

- "You are just saying that 'cos you are with my dad."

- "No. I would say that even if I hated your dad. You know why? 'Cos I am not lying, you are awesome, and I love you, get that into your head. And you are not alone, 'cos I am here, see?"- (Y/N) ran her thumb on Tori's cheek, whipping off a few of her tears- "I'm here even when you don't want me to be, so I don't know if you can tell, but you are doomed, you can't get rid of me now. I'm like a disease, but a good one... I don' know if there's a good disease. I'm sure your dad would have the answer for my random comment right now."

Both Victoria and (Y/N) chuckled at the same time, and the girl nodded.

- "He definitely would..."

- "He would also lecture me why I shouldn't give you sugar after dinner, but he is not here, and I am not telling him, so please don't tell him 'cos he is going to be mad at me... and at you."- (Y/N) handed Tori the box of donuts, and the girl smiled.

- "I won't tell him."

- "Great, we have our own little sugary secret. Eat all the donuts you want; I'm going to be with the team in the conference room. Emily has a meeting early morning with the judge."- (Y/N) kissed the top of Vitoria's head and stood up.

- "If you need anything, I'm across the hall."- the SSA said, and the girl nodded, chewing a donut.

- "Thank you, (Y/N)"

By the next day, the miracle had happened. Victoria couldn't stop crying when (Y/N) announced she was taking Spencer back home. Tori stood in front of his father's girlfriend and felt how the tears filled her eyes in less than a minute. Happy tears, for once.

(Y/N) smiled at her, glad to know the young girl was going to have her life back. It surprised her when Tori hugged her, wrapping her arms around her tight. (Y/N) stayed still for an instant, trying to understand what was happening. She hugged Victoria and kissed the top of her head. The child was crying, and suddenly, so was she. The nightmare was over. At least a part of it. They still needed to find Diana. But the fact they were going to have Reid back was already giving everybody the peace of mind they needed to finish the task.

(Y/N) held Spencer's hand tight all the way from the prison to the BAU. He kept his eyes locked on their hands, fingers tangled together. He couldn't believe it was actually happening. He couldn't believe he was a free man.

- "How's Tori?"- he whispered and turned to his girlfriend. Penelope and Luke were in the car with them, but somehow, Spencer could only register the presence of his girlfriend. Not because he didn't care about his friends, but because he could only take just a small amount of information at the time. It was all too much for him at that moment.

- "Good. She has been incredibly strong."

- "Did you tell her about mom?"- Spencer was afraid to ask but needed to know what was going on with his daughter. (Y/N) nodded and sighed.

- "We decided it was better if she knew what was happening, we had to keep her at the BAU, and she was going to get suspicious she couldn't go to Penelope's... sorry."

- "Don't be. You did what was best for her."- Spencer turned to his girlfriend and smiled at her for a second. It was a short, sweet smile. Almost shy. But it was enough to warm her heart and wake the butterflies in her stomach. She was so in love with Spencer Reid, everything he did fluster her.

Victoria thought her heart was about to burst as he waited for her father to arrive. Spencer looked at (Y/N) one last time, and she squeezed his hand kindly, smiling when the elevator door opened, and all he heard was:

- "Daddy!!"- Tori yelled and ran to hug Spencer as soon as she saw him. He couldn't even step out of the elevator when his daughter nearly tackled him, wrapping her arms around him tight.

- "My baby!"- he whispered and spun her in the air a few times- "Are you ok?"- he held her face with both hands and took a good look at her. She was crying but smiling as she nodded.

- "I'm so happy to see you, dad."

- "I missed you so, so much"- Spencer kissed the top of her head and sighed. (Y/N) smiled, and whipped off the tears from her eyes as she stared at the scene. Garcia and Luke stood next to her, enjoying a brief moment of happiness and peace.

- "Me more,"- Victoria whispered and hugged Spencer again- "I swear I'm never going to fight with you again."

- "I'm taking a mental note of that,"- he answered and felt her body shaking as she giggled. Spencer hadn't heard his daughter laugh, giggle, or even watched her smile in the three months he had spent away from her. And that sound was sweet and warm, like a balm to his soul.

- "I'm sorry, Spencer... but, we have to..."- Emily interrupted the moment and smiled at her friend. They all knew they still had to do one more thing before celebrating. They had to take Diana Reid back home safe and sound. Victoria let her father go and smiled at him.

- "I love you, dad."

- "I love you too, princess."

And as the team walked to the conference room to brief Spencer about the case and update him with the latest information, (Y/N) felt someone hold her hand.

- "Thank you,"- Victoria whispered and cut her a smile that warmed her heart.

- "Come here,"- she answered and turned around to wrap her arms around her for a second. Spencer looked at them, and for once, he didn't know what to say. Victoria and (Y/N) just stood in the middle of the hall, hugged for a few minutes, and Reid couldn't believe it. It was so heartwarming and emotional; he really didn't know how to react.

- "Come on, dad!! You are going to miss the movie!"- Victoria yelled and set the popcorn on the coffee table.

- "You can pause it!"- Spencer yelled from his desk, where he was finishing writing a letter for his mother.

- "Or you can hurry!"- Tori answered and sat on the couch.

- "Here's your tea, your highness"- (Y/N) walked to the girl holding a tray filled with cups and more snacks- "Come on, honey! We are not waiting for you!"

Three months after prison and life had never been so good for Spencer, Victoria, and (Y/N).

- "I had never seen you so eager to watch a Marvel movie, since when are you two fans of Thor?"- Spencer walked to the living room, hearing his girlfriend and daughter laugh.

- "Always, huge fan."- (Y/N) smiled and tapped on the couch. Reid sat between his two women and sighed.

- "I can smell the sarcasm in the air."

- "No, honey. We love Thor, right Tori?"

- "Yes! Big fans, huge, the biggest fans"- Spencer looked at his daughter and raised an eyebrow.

- "Ok, I'll buy it. Let's watch the movie."

(Y/N) and Tori giggled at the very same moments like they were sharing a secret joke Spencer couldn't understand, but he didn't really matter. He was happy, his heart was content, and there was nothing more perfect that minute, 'cos his family was all on the same couch, watching a movie, enjoying an afternoon together. Like he had always dreamt of.

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