#my station is basically all mine

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annual realization where this gas station’s operations and my life owe it all to visualive i’m serious

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So this nail tech course says you can show up with zero experience but I can’t help but think no. I can’t

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day six: not so home for christmas | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x fem reader

oscar and y/n are having their first christmas in monaco because of a snow storm, unfortunately this also means they're now hosting most of the grid as well.

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yourusername

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yourusername: thanks a lot snow storm :( i guess it's our first ever christmas here in monaco

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user1: yall global warming might just be real

user2: you're only just realising it now ?

charles_leclerc: you kids and your complaining - a white christmas in monaco, what more could you want?

yourusername: a christmas at home with our families?

charles_leclerc: families? when you're in your adopted father-in-law's home city, i'd watch your tone if i were you

oscarpiastri: if you think of your kids as often as you say then you should be worried that your aussie son is going to FREEZE to death :(

charles_leclerc: if it's the bbq you crave, you can still do that?

yourusername: it's snowing? and he is NOT bringing our bbq inside

charles_leclerc: okay jeez, not much christmas spirit here i see

oscarpiastri: we miss our families, sue us

user3: wait... if they couldn't get out of nice... who else couldn't

user4: the storm kicked in like a day ago right?

user5: based on instagram activity, my guess is that max, lando, ollie (idk why he was in monaco anyway), kimi (i think he's attached to ollie), alex (and lily) and george

user6: i know it would never happen but wouldn't it be so cute if we got a grid christmas dinner

yourusername: please don't give them any ideas

oscarpiastri: i only just got rid of them 😩

landonorris: so, just out of interest, is y/n still free to maybe wrap my presents for me?

yourusername: do i look like the christmas fairy to you?

landonorris: well i know for a fact that oscar's ass was not wrapping those presents

oscarpiastri: well y/n actually likes doing things for me soooooo

landonorris: PLEASE Y/N I'LL HAVE TO RESORT TO USING TIN FOIL

yourusername: tin foil... please you are a 25 year old man

landonorris: does it look like i'm a man who has sellotape in his house?

yourusername: no.

user7: y/n is like a full time mum to a load of men all older than her

user8: she better get ready to cook for them at christmas because none of these men can cook for themselves

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: i'm not sure how this went from our lonely christmas away from both of our families to babysitting half of the grid but what the hell, sure

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user10: i personally blame all of you for this

user11: and what??? i'm so excited

user12: i hope they post nothing more just to spite your ass

charles_leclerc: i’m kinda offended no one thought of coming to mine :/

maxverstappen1: you’re shit at cooking

charles_leclerc: how would you know?

maxverstappen1: i saw it in your vlog

charles_leclerc: you watch my vlogs???

maxverstappen1: NO?

yourusername: okay queens stop flirting and get back to your stations in the kitchen

charles_leclerc: can we flirt there?

yourusername: if you're still peeling - knock yourselves out

user13: y/n basically confirming lestappen? wow christmas DID come early this year

user14: the real question is why she would let those menaces in the kitchen?

yourusername: i have seen how much these people eat, i need help even from the useless

yourusername: also if they want certain dishes from home they have to help

maxverstappen1: i am CORING AS MANY APPLES AS I CAN I PROMISE THE APPLE BEIGNETS WILL BE WORTH IT

oscarpiastri: i know they will be, y/n is making them

maxverstappen1: okay buddy, i don't see you helping

oscarpiastri: i am keeping everyone else in line, that's a full time job as well

user15: who made the youngest couple in charge of these fools?

user16: a comedic genius

yourusername: they're annoying but i'll deal with them for you

oscarpiastri: you make such sacrifices for me, i love you

yourusername: i love you more

alexalbon: we're really not that bad you guys are being dramatic

yourusername: george walked up to our mantle piece, pointed at my baby picture and said "ugly. my condolences" ?

alexalbon: that's george ? he's mean to everyone

yourusername: HE'S IN THAT BABY'S HOUSE

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olliebearman: first christmas with my big brother :))))

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user17: yall be on oscar about him holding onto the leclerc family joke but the real enemy is ollie

olliebearman: i think it's cute

olliebearman: and it's NOT a joke

user18: you know what? yeah i'd also keep going with the joke i need to get in that leclerc family

olliebearman: the real catch here is y/n she's going to teach me to crochet :)

yourusername: we can make little bear mans !!!

user19: the grid dad stuff was cringey... but grid brother well that's hitting like crack i fear

charles_leclerc: grid dads are cringey ??? count your days

user19: sorry?

charles_leclerc: i (and my family) will NOT tolerate sebastian vettel slander. not now not EVER

fernandoalo_oficial: and me?

charles_leclerc: i couldn't give a fuck about you old man

fernandoalo_oficial: excuse me

fernandoalo_oficial: i'll have you know i am just as much oscar's father as you are

charles_leclerc: and how have you come to that OBVIOUSLY WRONG conclusion

fernandoalo_oficial: WELL i don't know maybe his REAL grid dad is actually mark webber who i have a well documented homoerotic relationship with and therefore oscar and most importantly Y/N are my children

charles_leclerc: what a load of bullshit

charles_leclerc: if grid children were based on homoerotic tension then i'd be father to all of the red bull juniors and max would have custody of the FDA

maxverstappen1: well....

pepemarti: hi !!!

dinobeganovic: hey.....

yourusername: what happened to the original plot of the movie

user20: i think the cabin fever is getting to them

lilymunhe: no they're like this all of the time it's exhausting

yourusername: tell me about it

olliebearman: but not me :(

yourusername: no we love you

oscarpiastri: you are the least annoying one

olliebearman: omg thank you :3

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yourusername: not so home for christmas but with family nonetheless

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user22: what was the dress code here?

landonorris: what we had left? all the dry cleaners are closed because of the storm

yourusername: you take ALL of your clothes to the dry cleaners?

landonorris: why wouldn't i do that...

yourusername: yk what, whatever !

user23: omg of course leo was there as well

yourusername: we only invited charles for him

charles_leclerc: excuse me?

landonorris: he was invited ????

oscarpiastri: well he was staying in monaco anyway and you guys all invoked your squatters rights in my house so what was one more

landonorris: i am not squatting? my ass is already big enough as it is

yourusername: i know your ass is big because YOU'RE ALWAYS SAT ON IT

oscarpiastri: god i love you

yourusername: i love you even more

oscarpiastri: nuh uh not possible

yourusername: i love you so much i'm not even that angry about half of the grid crashing our christmas

oscarpiastri: i love you so much that i personally barged a child out of the way to get you your eras tour merch

yourusername: i do love my merch.... but not as much as i love you

oscarpiastri: you're so romantic

georgerussell63: right that's it, i am SICK of you people pretending you are not enjoying our presence

yourusername: did i or did i not say family ???

oscarpiastri: george i'd appreciate if you didn't talk to y/n this way

maxverstappen1: yeah back the fuck off

georgerussell63: why is max here?

maxverstappen1: ummmm y/n busted her ass to make apple beignets for me so i had some netherlands with me at christmas so i would die for her. i am somwhat fond of oscar as well

maxverstappen1: so fuck with them, you fuck with me

maxverstappen1: and you seem to like doing that recently

yourusername: awwww thanks max!

oscarpiastri: we are fond of you too buddy

georgerussell63: how did i lose this?

user24: max out here getting wags on his side

maxverstappen1: that's my ma

maxverstappen1: wait that makes my homoerotic tension with charles incest

maxverstappen1: that's my home girl

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: y/n absolutely smashed our makeshift grid christmas and she said she'll accept thanks in qualifying tows or easy passes on track 👍

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user25: oh they want me dead

user26: i would do questionable things to get a slice of that cake

user27: drop the recipe please xxx

yourusername: oh babe i be following the tiktoks like the rest of yall - i'll repost it

user28: woman of the people

yourusername: babe i don't really remember saying those exact words...

oscarpiastri: PLEASE ! they don't say no to you now you've filled their stomachs

landonorris: he's not wrong

maxverstappen1: you're in my will now

charles_leclerc: you're now my favourite daughter in law

yourusername: i'm your only daughter in law?

charles_leclerc: idk kimi and ollie are pretty attached with their weird tension

landonorris: like father like son

charles_leclerc: huh?

landonorris: huh?

oscarpiastri: ^^ see !!!! y/n please !!!

yourusername: fine.

yourusername: thank you all for coming, i hope you enjoyed dinner and your time with us. i loved spending time with you all but if you wish, i will be accepting thanks in the form of qualifying tows and easy passes for oscar or pornstar martinis from any hospitality

yourusername: happy?

oscarpiastri: yes

oscarpiastri: YOU HEARD THE WOMAN GUYS

maxverstappen1: oh i love y/n but i'd rather put you in the wall than let that ugly orange car past without a fight

georgerussell63: @fia i told yall

yourusername: are you ever gonna give that up ?

georgerussell63: no? and i KNOW IT WAS YOU WHO SAT ME NEXT TO HIM AT DINNER

yourusername: you'll never prove it :P

user29: oscar is such a sassy man

yourusername: he gets it from his momma

oscarpiastri: and you :)

yourusername: i will say your ability to watch my reality tv with you is a big factor in how much i love you

landonorris: is that why oscar once woke me up the night before a race by shouting "get her ass lisa" ???

oscarpiastri: we watch real housewives together on facetime :)

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charles_leclerc: i made the right choice in son and most importantly daughter in law

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user31: okay the cinnamon buns have thrown me over the edge now

user32: i NEED to know who asked for them

alexalbon: guilty 💅 and they slapped thanks y/m

oscarpiastri: we've been dating for years? like when i was still in f3?

charles_leclerc: semantics

oscarpiastri: no i met and charmed y/n all on my own thank you very much

charles_leclerc: because she saw the future and the potential of our prosperous family !!!

oscarpiastri: at this point, whatever you wanna hear old man

charles_leclerc: relegated below ollie

olliebearman: score !!!

user33: oh these people are never letting this joke die are they

user34: i think we're stuck with it

charles_leclerc: are you people sick of whimsy ???

charles_leclerc: i am ALLOWED to flex my son's amazing choice in women, especially a woman who will make me a swiss roll on demand

yourusername: he does have amazing taste

oscarpiastri: thank you :3

yourusername: as much as you guys were somewhat annoying, we had an amazing christmas xx

oscarpiastri: please do not bother us until march

charles_leclerc: fine. but we're still on for the double date in melbourne?

charles_leclerc: (maybe triple? idk ollie can just bring kimi)

kimiantonelli: score !!!

yourusername: we would love to !

oscarpiastri: i guess you could meet my actual family ?

charles_leclerc: not now oscar, let me enjoy chritmas with you all before you remind me of that

oscarpiastri: okay?

user35: y/n and oscar actually have the patience of saints because if these clowns crashed my christmas i'd be on the news

yourusername: any christmas is perfect with him

oscarpiastri: with y/n, i can get through even the most annoying people

user35: okay yall didn't have to flex on me that hard damn

fin.

note: here's day six! i'm not sure if you guys saw my update post but this series won't be done by christmas day but will stretch to NYE because unfortunately my cat has to be put down :( i've had him for nearly 19 years and it's really hard to think about him being gone so i'm just spending as much time as possible with him atm. anyway, i hope you enjoyed !! xx

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She's my wife

Main masterlist | The Rookie masterlist

Tim Bradford x wife!reader Fandom: The Rookie

part 2

Summary: You are Tim's wife and join him to the station for the day, looking for a Metro recruit.

Fluff

A/N: I loooove this, I start to love writing fluff. Thank you for this request. I have so many ideas and I don't know where to start. Also, I'm looking forward to your requests. Thank you for your support and your feedback is more than welcomed and appreciated! Have a wonderful day, bubs and enjoy this story! Lots of love

Warnings: None, pure fluff, not proofread yet

Requested: Yes! Words: 3.8k Photo not mine, credits to the owner @renegadesstuff !

The familiar scent of stale coffee and printer ink hits you as soon as you step through the doors of the station. It's been years since you last set foot in that place, but the memories come rushing back with startling clarity. The station hasn't changed much—it's still a hive of activity, with officers rushing to and fro, phones ringing off the hook, and the occasional burst of laughter echoing through the halls.

As you make your way through the bustling room, you can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. This place holds so many memories for you—the late nights spent poring over case files, the adrenaline-fueled chases through the city streets, the quiet moments of comradery with your fellow officers. It feels like a lifetime ago, yet the memories are as vivid as ever.

You pause for a moment to take it all in, your gaze sweeping over the familiar surroundings. The bullpen, with its rows of desks and cluttered bulletin boards, holds a special place in your heart. It's where you once stood as a training officer, guiding rookies through their first days on the job.

Tim Bradford was your favorite and a handful from the start—a troubled rookie who struggled to follow orders and grasp the basics of the job. You remember the frustration of trying to teach him the ropes, the countless hours spent drilling him on the rookie book, only for him to push back and resist at every turn.

You remember the determination in Tim's eyes, the way he refused to give up even when the odds seemed stacked against him. And despite his rebellious nature, there was something about him—a spark of raw talent and an unwavering sense of loyalty—that set him apart from the rest.

But amidst the nostalgia, there's a sense of purpose driving you forward. You're here on official business, after all— you were sent there to find a new recruit to join Metro. And while part of you wishes you could stay lost in the memories of the past, another part knows that you have a job to do.

You're greeted by familiar faces at every turn. The joy radiating from your former colleagues as they see you again warms your heart, and you can't help but return their smiles with genuine affection.

Among the crowd, you notice Tim watching you from across the room, his expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. You shoot him a reassuring smile, silently promising to explain everything later.

Lucy stands beside Tim, a look of bewilderment on her face. "Who's that?" she whispers to Tim, nodding in your direction.

Tim's brow furrows for a moment as he studies you, then he turns back to Lucy with a shrug. "That's Y/N," he answers simply. "She works with Metro."

Lucy's eyes widen in surprise, her gaze darting back and forth between you and Tim. "What's she doing here?" she asks, her curiosity piqued.

Tim gives a nonchalant shrug, trying to downplay the situation. "No clue," he replies, though a hint of curiosity lingers in his tone. "Maybe she's just passing through."

As Tim watches you from across the room, a wave of warmth washes over him. Seeing you here, in the midst of his workplace, brings back a flood of memories—of late-night patrols, of shared laughter, of the bond you forged as rookie and TO. Despite the hustle and bustle of the station, his attention is drawn solely to you, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of your beauty.

It's an understatement that he adores you. He loves you with every breath, every heart beat and he couldn't get enough of you. Since you were recruited for Metro, he missed you every shift, longing for you to make his duties more bearable.

There's a softness in his eyes as he approaches, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Despite the secrecy surrounding your relationship, seeing you there fills him with a sense of comfort and belonging. In that moment, surrounded by the chaos of the station, all that matters is the connection you share—a bond that transcends the boundaries of your professional lives.

"Hey there," he greets you warmly, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing him there, in his element, reminds you of the journey you've taken together—from a rookie and his training officer to partners in both crime and love.

You return Tim's smile with one of your own, your eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, you know, just thought I'd drop by and say hi," you reply casually, purposely avoiding his question. "How's your day been?"

There's a twinkle in your eye as you meet his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the love and understanding that binds you together. Despite the complexities of your situation, there's an unspoken agreement between you—a shared understanding of the sacrifices you've made for the sake of your relationship.

Tim chuckles at your playful evasion, rolling his eyes. "Smooth as always," he replies, though there's a hint of amusement in his tone. "But seriously, what are you doing here?"

You feign innocence, batting your eyelashes at Tim with exaggerated sweetness. "You know I can't tell you." you tease, knowing full well that your response will only fuel his curiosity further.

Tim lets out a mock sigh, shaking his head in amusement. "Fine, keep your secrets," he says with a playful grin. "But just remember, I know where you sleep at night."

You laugh at his playful threat, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Wouldn't dream of it," you reply with a wink, before turning your attention to Lucy, who's been watching the exchange with interest.

A curious expression played on her face as Tim takes the opportunity to introduce you. "Officer Chen, meet Y/N," he says, gesturing to you with a fond smile. "She's a pain in the ass sometimes, but if you ignore her, she's ok."

"Nice to meet you, Lucy," you say, your tone friendly and inviting as you offered Lucy a warm smile, extending your hand in greeting. "I've heard so much about you."

Lucy returns your smile, her curiosity piqued. "Nice to meet you," she replies, shaking your hand. "How do you know Tim, if you don't mind me asking?"

You glance at Tim with a mischievous twinkle in your eye, a playful smirk playing at your lips. "Oh, you know," you reply cryptically, earning a raised eyebrow from Tim. "We go way back. Let's just say he owes me a few favors."

Tim lets out an exasperated sigh, knowing full well that you're enjoying teasing him. "Don't listen to her, Chen," he says with a chuckle.

"You should listen to me if you want to survive him." you winked at his rookie " I created the monster and I'm the only one who knows how to defeat him."

Tim's eyebrows shoot up in mock indignation, his lips curling into a playful smirk. "Hey now, watch it," he retorts, feigning offense. "I'll have you know, she doesn't need any help from you."

You laugh at Tim's exaggerated reaction, shooting him a knowing look. "Oh, I'm sure Lucy can handle herself just fine," you reply with a wink, earning a chuckle from Lucy.

"Wait–" the rookie began as realisation hits "You are Tim's TO?"

You glanced at your husband, smiling brightly as he put his grumpy expression on, "Guilty as charged."

As Lucy's eyes widen in shock and excitement, she can barely contain her enthusiasm. Her mind is racing with questions as she tries to process the realization that she's standing face-to-face with the legendary training officer.

The rookie turns to Tim, her expression incredulous. "You never mentioned her before!" she exclaims.

Tim crossed his arms above his chest, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice. "Because my life is none of your business, Officer Chen," he retorts.

She faced you with a barrage of questions, her enthusiasm didn't wane, "What was Tim like as a rookie? I heard he wasn't so keen on following orders, is it true?"

You smiled at her, starting to like her more and more. She's definitely giving Tim a hard time. What you know from Tim and seeing her so curious and exited, you knew she has what it takes to be a successful cop.

Before you can respond, Tim interrupts, his irritation growing by the second. "Alright, that's enough, Chen," he barks, his tone firm and commanding. "Shop, now!"

"Yes, sir."

Lucy's excitement fades as she reluctantly obeys Tim's orders, shooting you an apologetic look before hurrying off to prepare for the patrol. As she disappears from view, Tim lets out a frustrated sigh, the grumpiness lifting slightly as he turns back to you.

"She seems nice," you comment, nodding towards where Lucy disappeared. "She's a good kid."

Tim sighs, running a hand through his hair as he considers your words. "Yeah, you're probably right," he admits, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

You reach out to gently squeeze his hand, a reassuring smile playing on your lips. "I know, and I know that sometimes a little kindness goes a long way," you say gently. "She'll appreciate it in the long run."

As Tim gazes at you, a mixture of admiration and gratitude flickers in his eyes. He's more than just a grumpy, hard-to-please man—he's a devoted husband, a dedicated cop, and a man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. Despite his tough exterior, there's a vulnerability in his gaze.

The sun filters through the windows of the station, its golden rays dance across Tim's face, casting a warm glow that accentuates his rugged features. He appears even more handsome in this moment, his chiseled jawline and piercing gaze illuminated by the soft light.

His sandy blonde hair catches the sunlight, creating a halo of golden warmth around his head. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, soften in the gentle light, revealing a depth of emotion that takes your breath away.

As Tim searched your face, you're bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, the sunlight highlighting the delicate contours of your face and the warmth of your smile. Your eyes, a mesmerizing shade, sparkle with mischief and warmth, drawing him in like a moth to a flame.

He peaked around at the officers, everyone minding their business, before he leaned in, his warm breath caressing your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His hand gently cups your cheek, his touch tender yet possessive, as if he never wants to let you go. You feel the soft brush of his lips against yours, a gentle yet insistent pressure that ignites a fire deep within your soul.

As the kiss deepens, you feel his other hand slide around your waist, pulling you closer until there's barely an inch of space between you. His touch is electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as you melt into his embrace.

His lips move against yours with a hunger that matches your own, each kiss a testament to the love and longing that burns between you. There's a raw intensity to his touch, a desperate need to be as close to you as humanly possible.

For a brief instant, time seems to stand still as you respond eagerly, your heart racing as you lean into the kiss, savoring the warmth of his embrace. Despite its brevity, the intensity of the moment leaves you dizzy with desire, longing for more even as you reluctantly pull away.

Before the moment can linger, Tim's attention is drawn to something behind you. With a quick glance over your shoulder, you realize that Lucy is watching from afar, a curious expression on her face, sided by her mouth forming an "o" shape filled with surprise.

Tim's lips curl into a wry smile as he leans in to murmur in your ear, his voice barely above a whisper. "Looks like we've got a little shadow," he says, amusement dancing in his eyes. "She's gonna be a pain in my ass all day!"

You laugh softly at Tim's comment, shaking your head in amusement. "Well, you did sign up for this when you became her TO," you tease, a playful glint in your eyes. "Just be nice, okay? She's just curious."

Tim rolls his eyes at your advice, but there's a hint of affection in his gaze as he gazes at you. "Fine, I'll try to play nice," he concedes with a grin. "But no promises if she starts asking too many questions."

As your husband heads off for patrol with Lucy, you find yourself seated across from Sergeant Grey in his office, the familiar surroundings offering a sense of comfort amidst the chaos of the precinct. His office is tidy yet lived-in, with stacks of paperwork neatly organized on his desk and a few personal mementos scattered about—a photo of his family, a commendation plaque from his years of service.

Wade offers you a warm smile as you settle into your seat, "Y/N, it's been a while. Think the last time I saw you was at your wedding?"

You nod in agreement, "It hasn't been that long. But you know Metro, it keeps me busy."

"Well, it's always a pleasure to have you around." Sergeant Grey's words of praise for your time as an officer at the station warm your heart, "You were one of the best we had," he continues, sincerity evident in his tone. "It's a shame to lose you to Metro."

As the conversation progresses, you take a deep breath before broaching the subject of your visit. "Sir, I'm here on official business," you explain, your tone serious. "Metro is recruiting, and I'm here to find the best officer for the job."

Grey nods in understanding, "I see. And do you have anyone in mind?" he asks, leaning forward slightly.

You hesitate for a moment before responding. "Actually, I do," you admit, your gaze meeting his. "I think Officer Bradford would be the best fit for Metro."

He considers your words for a moment before responding. "I have to say, I agree with you, Tim would make an excellent addition to Metro."

There's a hint of hesitation in your eyes as he speaks, and you can tell that he senses there's more to your recommendation than meets the eye. "Is there something else on your mind, Y/N?" he asks, his tone gentle but probing.

You paused, choosing your words carefully before responding. "Well, sir, it's just... I'm not sure if it's appropriate for me to recommend Tim," you admit, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "I don't want it to seem like a conflict of interests."

You found yourself grappling with a mix of emotions. There's a deep-rooted sense of pride your work, coupled with a genuine desire to see Tim succeed in his career.

"Trust me, Y/N, Officer Bradford's qualifications speak for themselves." he leaned back on his chair, "Don't worry about it. I'll handle it from here. We both know you and Tim keep your private life apart, and I'll make sure Metro knows this decision is based solely on Tim's achievements."

Sergeant Grey's words sink in, a rush of relief floods through you, washing away some of the anxiety that had been gnawing at your nerves. It's comforting to know that your integrity as an officer won't be called into question, that your personal connection with Tim won't overshadow his merits.

With a grateful smile, you nod in appreciation, the knot of worry in your stomach loosening with each word he speaks. "Thank you, Sir."

"Now go find your husband!"

In the dimly lit interior of the shop, the tension between Tim and Lucy was palpable. Lucy's curiosity burned bright, fueled by suspicions and unanswered questions.

"So..." Lucy ventured, breaking the uneasy silence. "I saw you and Y/N kissing, back at the station. Is she your girlfriend?"

Tim's jaw clenched at the inquiry, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "That's none of your business, Chen," he shot back, his tone gruff.

Lucy persisted, undeterred by his dismissive tone. "Come on, Tim," she pressed. "You can't just brush this off. I obviously know there's something going on between you two."

But Tim remained stoic, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. "I said it's none of your business," he repeated, his voice terse.

Lucy gaze lingered on him, studying his face. She couldn't read anything but irritation caused by her intrusion into his private life. She searched his hands, no sight of any ring, so the possibility of you being his wife dropped.

"Do you like her?" she insisted.

"What's the proper procedure for securing a crime scene?" he replied to her question, avoiding giving any details about you.

"Come on. You can't avoid this forever. Are you and her just colleagues, or is there something more?"

Tim's irritation simmers beneath the surface, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. He had hoped to avoid this line of questioning, to keep his personal life separate from his professional one. But Lucy's relentless curiosity had pushed him to his breaking point.

"What's the recommended procedure for securing a firearm during an arrest?"

She couldn't shake the feeling of defeat, knowing deep down that Tim wouldn't give her the answers she sought. Despite her best efforts to uncover the truth about Tim's relationship with you, she found herself hitting a dead end.

"I saw the way you look at her. You have feelings for her?"

"When searching a suspect, what areas of their body should you prioritize for pat-downs?"

"Fine. I'll shut up."

Confusion clouded Lucy's thoughts as she struggled to make sense of the situation. She couldn't understand why Tim was so guarded about his personal life, especially when it came to someone who seemed to hold such significance to him. It left her feeling unsettled, a nagging sense of curiosity gnawing at her.

As he focuses on the road ahead, he can't help but feel annoyed by Lucy's persistence. He knows she means well, but he's not ready to share the intimate details of his relationship with the woman he loves. He just wants to focus on their job, to keep their partnership strictly professional.

As lunchtime approached, the bustling street food area near the station came to life with the sound of chatter and the aroma of sizzling food. Amidst the crowd, you found an empty table, enjoying the inviting atmosphere, with colorful umbrellas providing shade from the midday sun as you waited for Tim.

Your husband approached the table where you were seated, a sense of defeat hung heavy in the air, exhausted from all of his rookie's questions. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, a tangible reminder of the connection you shared.

As the conversation turns to you, Tim leans in with a curious glint in his eyes. "So, what were you doing at the station earlier?"

"Metro sent me to find a recruit," you confess, your gaze meeting Tim's.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "And did you find one?"

Angela rises from her seat, flashing a smile, "I hate to break up the party, but duty calls. I'll catch you guys later."

You nod understandingly, bidding her farewell with a wave as she heads off to resume her patrol.

You return your attention to Tim, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yeah. You."

Tim's eyes widen in disbelief, his expression a mix of shock and excitement. "Me? Are you serious?"

Nyla's figure blended into the bustling crowd as she disappears down the street with her rookie, leaving you and Tim alone.

You give him a knowing smirk. "Dead serious. They've been considering you for a while. Sending me down to the station was just a formality—a test, to see if I was ready for a promotion or something."

"You're getting promoted?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's awesome, babe. I'm proud of you."

As the lunch break comes to an end for Tim, he and his rookie prepare to go on patrol again. They stand by the patrol car, gearing up for their shift.

"Lucy, you're driving," Tim says, tossing her the keys with a grin. "Show me what you got."

Lucy's eyes light up with excitement as she catches the keys, nodding eagerly. "You got it, Officer Bradford. Shotgun!"

While Tim is in the shop, double-checking some equipment, you lean over the car door, catching his attention. "Hey," you say softly, a hint of concern in your voice. "Be safe out there, okay? And have a good time."

Tim gives you a reassuring smile, placing a hand over yours on the door. "Always am, love. Don't worry about me."

Just as the car starts to move, you lean in closer, your voice barely a whisper against the noise of the street. "And Tim... I'm pregnant."

Tim's eyes widen in surprise, his heart skipping a beat at the unexpected news. You placed a playful kiss on his cheek, before the car pulls away, you watch Tim drive off with a mixture of excitement and fear.

You were scared of his reaction, delivering him the news this way gave you time to process and turn all the possible scenarios upside down.

He meets your gaze one last time before the car disappears down the street, a rush of emotions flooding his mind—joy, excitement, and a touch of nervousness. But above all, there's a deep sense of love and gratitude for the life you've created together.

"Did you get your TO pregnant?" Lucy asks, her tone a mixture of surprise and incredulity.

Tim's jaw tightens, a flash of irritation crossing his features at the inappropriate question. He takes a deep breath, gathering his composure before responding firmly.

"She's my wife," Tim states, his voice leaving no room for further inquiry. "Now, shut up and drive."

He reaches up to where his uniform shirt collar meets his neck, pulling out a small chain with a wedding ring and some dog tags hanging from it. It's a subtle gesture, but one that holds immense significance—a symbol of the most important moments of his life, from fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan to marrying you.

Lucy's eyes widen in realization, a flush creeping up her cheeks as she realizes her mistake. Without another word, she focuses on the road ahead, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Tim sits back in his seat, his mind still reeling from the unexpected turn of events. Despite the initial shock, a sense of pride and excitement fills him at the prospect of becoming a father. And as the patrol car speeds through the city streets, Tim's thoughts are consumed with thoughts of the future.

[bidisasterevankinard]

Part 1 of this fic

The knock comes after lunch. Bobby’s just ended the report about their morning call, when it happens and after the knock he sees the head of curls looking inside.

“Can we talk, Cap?” Buck asks and Bobby nods on the chair near his table, writing the last word and being satisfied with his job done for now.

“What’s wrong, Buck?”

“Eddie c-comes back in two weeks,” Bobby nods with a smile, but being surprised how not enthusiastic Buck seems. “And R-ravi is yet to think about coming back to B-shift especially because it's p-packed.”

Bobby nods with a frown not knowing where Buck leads with it.

“Yes, and?”

“And it means there’s no space for Ravi and Eddie at this station.”

That …. is a good reasoning. B shift liked their latest temporary member and, as Eddie hadn’t yet seemed to decide about actually coming back, they took them as constant team members. And now Eddie comes and Bobby can’t just kick Ravi, but Eddie is …

“But they will have if you will sign this,” Buck pushes the papers Bobby hasn’t actually seen yet. His eyes basically fall when he sees what it is. PTO request and request for station switch. With Buck’s name on it.

“Buck. what… I?”

“I-I want to be a Lieutenant and even put myself in the list for the testing in two months. But before Eddie said he’s coming back I wasn't sure how it could work. Didn’t want to make you try and find another person for a team, or left you understuffed. And I d-don’t want to take the promotion from Hen when you will retire again,” Buck smiles at him, but Bobby feels freezed under it, not warm like before. “It’s y-yours and her station.”

Not mine is so loud yet unsaid and Bobby feels how his heart sinks. What does Buck mean by it’s not his station?

“But Buck…”

“I-I have already decided everything. I found a new apartment. It’s really close to T-tommy and close to the 122 and 156, who need L-lieutenants. I’m going to talk to the captains during the PTO to decide. A-and I’m going to study all that time, even though I ace all the previous years tests I do at home.”

“Buck, certainly, you can think more about it, not make the impulsive decision,” Bobby starts again, but again Buck interaps him.

“I registered for the test 6 months ago.”

That hits hard. How did Bobby never think Buck actually was interested in a career change so soon? How did he miss it all?

“You never said anything. Never asked for help,” he says carefully, not loving the idea that Buck was doing it alone. Without him to advice.

Buck just shrugs and it again feels cold.

“I d-didn’t want to. I w-wanted it to be my decision,” Buck turns away from him, smirking, “and I didn’t want to hear that I’m not ready. Or impulsive. Or any other shit you could say to try and get me to stay,” it sounds so cold and angry and Bobby tries to deny it, but nothing leaves his tongue. Because it's true. That’s all what he wants to say even now.

“I’ve learned everything I could from you, Bobby. I don’t need more. I need new experiences, not stay here.”

That… hurts. And Bobby feels like he doesn’t even know what to say to try and make Bucks stay. What can he say to the man who doesn’t need him in his life anymore?

Buck looks back at him, “I love 118, but it’s time for me to get away from it.”

WIth that Buck gets up, going to the door, but before opening it, he turns back, “and yeah, I’ll t-tell everyone on my last shift. N-not before,” the blue eyes pin him to the place and for the first time in years Bobby actually sees how older Buck got. “And don’t dare to tell anyone, Bobby. E-except LAFD HQ, of course. Don’t make me call them and ask about my PTO and station requests through your head.”

The door closes. 

Bobby wants a drink. He texts Athena.

Now I know what you felt when May moved out of the house

[lilimaginebean]

jjk men in highscool (fem!reader)

characters: geto, gojo, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, itadori, megumi, yuta

🎋 masterlist

suguru geto is known for his politeness and calm demeanor. he is a member of the literature and debate club, and is the president of the student council. consistently ranking among the top three students in the final exams. he earned a scholarship to attend a private high school.

you met him in the library while you were searching for new authors to read

he noticed you and offered to recommend some of his favorites books. you recommended him too your favorites authors.

he became interested in you when he discovered you shared taste in literature

after several weeks of discussing literature, he invited you to join the literature club, which you accepted since you weren’t part of any clubs yet

from now on, he treated you like royalty, always saving you a seat beside him, getting your favorite meals from the cafeteria when you were late, walking you to the station...

rumors of a romance between the two of you spread quickly

at the winter festival, when it was his turn to speak to the students, he used that moment to confess his love for you

"from now on, you are going to be treated as the queen you are. you will be my queen"

satoru gojo is known for his cockiness and charm, making him the most sought-after boy in highschool. he is the vicepresident of the student council, a position suguru convinced him to take by promising he could skip classes. though he pretended to be a slacker, he worked hard and always got in the top 10 of his class

you've known gojo since childhood, as your mothers were best friends

friendship blossomed into love during adolescence

sadly, your parents enrolled you in an all girls private high school; while satoru attended a diferent private school (good both of you were neighbors)

he always tried to pick you up from school and walk you to your home

being cheesy in public so everyone knew you were taken

despite his playboy image, he remained loyal to you, avoiding interacions with girls, leading students to believe he was unattainable or gay

everyone was shocked during the winter festival when he openly held your hand and proudly showcased you to those around him, revealing he was happily taken

"look at her, but not that much, she is all mine"

kento nanami is a student who prefers to stay under the radar, despite being hard to overlook as an emo blonde dude. he attends a public highscool and serves as the treasurer of the student council. in addition, nanami is the president of the cooking club.

you met him in the cooking club, where you joined to improve your cooking skills. sadly, on the first day, you burned three pans.

nanami was amused by how bad you were at cooking. however he soon discovered that while you struggled with casseroles, you excelled at baking

you taught him baking and he taught you cooking

you both decided to spend time together after classes and club meetings

using groceries shop as excuses for dates

on the last day of school, you decided to confess your feelings by by cooking him fried squid in garlic oil, while he planned to confess too by baking a cheesecake

both dishes turned out terrible, so you opted to go to a restaurant to have your first official date

"i don't mind if it tastes horrible, you cooked it, and that's what matters. Let me eat it"

choso is a student loved knows for his sweet nature and helpfulness, despite his emo appeareance. he attended a public highschool and joined the volleyball club to prevent it from closing due to a shortage of active members.

you were the manager of the volleyball club, at first you feel intrigued by Choso

one time he was practicing spikes he hit you

he nearly had a panick attack and apologized everytime he saw you for the rest of the week

you thought he was cute and decided to help him improve his volleyball skills. you taught him the basic of volleyball and he quickly got it thanks to his great physic

when choso asked about your favorite volleyball position, you told him you preffered opposite hitter

later, when the other members asked him in what position he wanted to play he chose opposite hitter

after winning the first match (it took 5 matches), choso decided to confess his feelings

"next time, i will spike the ball better, trust me, you will be proud of your boyfriend"

toji fushigiro is a teacher's nightmare. he rarely attended classes and whenever he did it, he always escaped by jumping out the window. he studied at a private highschool due to his wealthy family and serves as vicepresident of the tabletop games club.

desesperate teachers assigned Toji a tutor, and you were the chosen one

he agreed to work with you simply because he found you pretty. however, during your tutoring sessions, he often ignored you or stared at passsing girls

"how am i supposed to pay attention when you are so close to me, doll?"

frustated with his attitude, you decided to play along. one day, you entered his club and proposed a bet: if you won at poker, he would take seriously the tutoring; if he won, you would leave him alone.

you won undeniably and for the first time someone beat Toji at poker

true to his word, toji fullfield his promise. when exams came, he actually put effort and ranked in the the top 50 students of all highschool. he felt satisfied with himself and thanked you.

he asked you to keep helping him and you accepted it. by the end of the month, you became study partners, he even helped you whenever you didn't understand something.

by the end of the school year, he decided to proposed you a bet: if he won, you would have a date with him and if you won, he would do whatever you asked him too. you won the bet again, what he didn’t expect was that you asked him to be your boyfriend

sukuna ryomen is surprisingly an outstanding student, excelling in exams. his academic success is why teachers overlooked his violent behavior and malicious actions. he served as the president of the student at his public highschool and is considered the king for giving prestige to the highschool.

you met Sukuna when you approached the student council to propose a new club

while he acknowledged your paperwork, he asked if the club would be financially beneficial for school. when you denied it, he rejected your proposal

in retaliation, you ran for the vacan president position in the next elections

sukuna thought it was amusing and believed you wouldn't be a threat. nevertheless, your ideas were appealing to the students.

though he won the election, he invited you to be his vice president, recognizing your rationality as an asset to elevate the school's prestige

as a peace gift, he let you had your club (he became a member of it too, being the most invested one)

"Look at you brat. You have taken my power in the student council and drained money for your non-profitable club. What is next, stealing my surname?"

yuji itadori is the athlete every sports club desires, however his interests are different. his helpful attitude and sweetness more than make up for his avarage gradesm earning him the affection of teachers. he is also a member of the paranormal occult club, which focuses on a watching horror films.

you and itadori have been classmates since you two were seven. he always wanted to get closer, though he was unsure how

after seeing you practicing for the 200 m race one afternoon, he fell in love with the passion you put in. for him, it was a clear confession of love to him

next day, he showed up to your training, requesting to join the club. the president was hesitant but agreed to accept him if he could beat you in the 200 meters

although you ultimately won, yuji's impressive speed, despite his lack of technique, conviced the president to let him join the team

you helped yuuji improved his technique and he enjoyed your company, often talking to you

yuji dedicated every win race to you

"Although I have won many races, the greatest reward would be if you would give me a chance to take you out on a date"

megumi fushigiro is respected by all his classmates and known as the Defensor for standing up to bullies who explot the weak. he consistently earns above-average grades and has no interest in joining any club

megumi knew you as his sister's gorgeous friend and felt a strong desire to get to to know you better

however, when he learned you had a boyfriend, he chose to step aside

that changed when he overhead his sister mentioning that you were in a toxic relationship

the next day, he spotted you at highschool with your boyfriend , who was being overly agressive. He intervened, confronting him under the pretext of protecting a vulnerable girl.

you frowned and insisted you weren't weak, proving it by kicking your boyfriend in the chest and then the neck while calmly breaking up with him

watching you stand up for yourself in that moment, made Megumi fall for you. as his father told him, he should find a woman with attitude like he did in his highschool year

"Sorry for understimating you, you are even tougher than i thought, would you forgive me if i invited you to a coffee?"

his sister Tsumiki nearly fainted when she found out you were dating her younger brother

yuta okkotsu was the new student at your private highschool, and rumors about him quickly circulated due to his sinister appereance, characterized by pale skin and dark under-eye bags. he joined the kendo club.

your teacher asked you to show Yuta the high school and you agreed

despite being an introvert, he opened up to you, sharing that he lost his closest friend to a car accident. his parents thought the best idea would be to change of environment

after a month, he gained popularity by winning a kendo interhigh competition. a competition the highschool hasn’t won in 20 years. while everyone sought his company, he always chose to be with you

slow burn romance; both of you liked each other, but you feared that confessing your feelings might ruin the beautiful friendship you had built over the years

he decided not to confess his feelings to you since you could get uncomfortable around him

you attended his kendo matches and he came to your art exhibitions, always praising your pantings and giving you a bouquet of flowers

you always accompanied him when he went to visit rika’s grave. he would always thank you with a big smile on his face

on graduation day, yuta asked to meet you in the back garden, before the ceremony. when you arrived, he was waiting with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Every small moment with you has led me to this confession: I am irrevocably a sucker for you"

[fuctacles]

No escape

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

@genderthings Stobin at Work: Radio Hosts 413 | T | platonic Hellcheer and Stobin, pre Steddie and Buckingham | smoking weed, pining, wanted to give Steve another song to play but apparently metal wasn't a popular thing to air in the 80s huh, stobin is larry from gumball btw

Chrissy has dismissed every single tape from his glove box, determined to fiddle with the radio instead. Eddie doesn't mind because he gets to hog the joint for the time being, sprawled on the front seat.

"Told you you won't catch a station here," he says, puffing out a plume of smoke. "It's probably the trees."

They are parked as far as the van could go, opting for a lazy afternoon out. They have weed, snacks, swimsuits if the mood hits to take the short trip to lover's lake, and Eddie's guitar if the boys take their open invitation and want to jam.

"There's the local radio though, we should at least catch that," she protests, moving through static, stopping when she hears a song and then moving on again when she can't make it sound clear. 

"Hawkins has a radio?" Eddie raises his eyebrows. 

Chrissy throws him a look like he's stupid.

"What?! They probably play the most basic shit anyway," he waves his hand dismissively. "And small stations have even weaker signal, don't they?"

"Maybe." Chrissy shrugs, but focuses on her task again when a clearer sound comes from the speakers again. She adjusts the dials until Kate Bush can be heard in all her glory. She motions for the joint since her task is now done and Eddie passes it to her with an approving nod. At least it's not Duran Duran.

They sit and smoke until the end of the song and then look expectantly at the radio, awaiting the next track. 

"And that was "Running up that Hill" by Kate Bush for our dear friend Max. Hope you're having a great day!" the voice of the host comes on instead and Eddie inhales the smoke too abruptly. He starts to cough violently, his eyes watering. Chrissy grabs the joint away and pats him on the back.

"You're listening to Robin and Steve's lunch hour, where we air whatever we want!"

"Because it's our show!"

"And not yours!"

"What the fuck," Eddie wheezes out as they both stare at the radio in horror, the truth dawning on them. Their crushes are following them even through the radio waves.

"This song was super hard to get my hands on, so you better appreciate it. This is "Master of Puppets" by Metallica, for a good friend of mine," Steve announces.

As the song starts playing, Chrissy hands him the joint, but he raises his hand. 

"Keep it, I'm gonna light another."

tags: @blasvemous @wheneverfeasible @phantomcat94 @eyehartart

[specterllaw]

F@cking the boss - Harvey x Reader Part 2/2

Summary: after weeks of being sexual with Harvey he catches you trying to get with a guy after he flirts with thousands of females, Harvey immediately reminds y/n who she belongs to.

Warning: S M U T.

It had been three amazing weeks of being with Harvey Specter, the bizarre surprises, the midnight sex, the office sex, everything about it was amazing, but something was bothering you. Harvey never called you his girlfriend, never said it was exclusive, so you went out to the club with Lisa, someone you met on the firm, you ended up getting a little too drunk and had what you thought was an amazing idea at the time. You called Harvey's driver to bring you home, you attempted to bring a guy home with you but the driver refused, so you drunkingly apologized and flopped in the seat.

You woke up on your couch, your head was pounding, you had no idea how you got inside from the driver's car and you still felt tipsy and why was all of the lights off except for one? and why were there legs hanging off the chair in the corner? Sitting up straight you tried to blink the drowsiness and alcohol away as you stared at the person in the corner "Harvey?" You questioned as you noticed his bag and suit jacket laying on the counter. "My driver called." He huffed "How did I get inside?" You asked groaning as he flipped on the living room light "I was the one who picked you up." He stated "You were too drunk to realize and so was Lisa. I'm disappointed in you both. and you trying to take home a gas station clerk? really?" He asked, you felt like every defendant you heard him question on the stand in his trials. "I..You!..In my defense Harvey you've never stated what we were! You always flirt with girls so I thought it was a casual boss and receptionist deal" You huffed crossing your arms "Cut the bullshit Y/n" He said sharply standing up, you looked up at him raising your eyebrows "You have commitment problems, Harvey" You challenged, it was dangerous when you two argued, it either ended up in Jessica being mediator to make you two get along or it ended in rough make-up sex where Harvey refuses to say he's wrong, you both were hard headed and stubborn and both fought to get whatever you wanted.

"Stand up" He ordered, you stood your ground, not giving in "You kneel, Harvey" You ordered back, he glared, narrowing his eyes towards you, you were both glaring before finally Harvey took a large stride forward grabbing your top pulling you to your feet "You wanna be with me? Let's do it. You wanna ride my dick? Go right ahead princess. You wanna make this a real thing? let's do it" He said pulling you closer before resting his hands on your hips. You looked at him nodding before jumping up, wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands immediately coming up to rest on your ass. You leaned forward kissing his neck while he walked forward until he hit the closest wall like thing near you both, the large windows of your apartment that were only giving you privacy by the shitty curtains that didn't even reach the bottom of the curtains. As your back hit the wall you let your head fall back, you could feel his hot breath on your neck as he slowly moved one hand to your hair to tug lightly "Do you want this, Princess?" He whispered, you nodded whimpering and mentally crumbling because of the nickname. "Good. Because I've had a feeling I need to show you who's mine" He grunted as he pulled your hair more causing you to look fully up, You gasped as all of a sudden you felt him press himself against you while kissing your neck and squeezing and twisting your nipple. As fast as it started though, it was just as fast stopping, Harvey watched as you basically held onto his shoulders to keep yourself from sinking to your knees in desperation. "See? See how fast I can take this all away?" He grunted before holding your hips pulling you towards your room pushing you onto the bed, slowly pulling off your dress and coat, you smirk at him thinking he's going to continue whining and groaning as you saw him start to put on your sleep shorts and tanktop, only now do you take in his bed head, his nightpants and t-shirt that was lazily thrown on, and the time, three-twenty-six AM. Harvey woke up and came and got you? Then stayed? All when he has a deposition tomorrow morning at nine AM, Maybe he did love you.

You woke up again at Six that morning to Harvey climbing out of bed. "Harv?.." You whispered watching as he tiredly turned around to look at you, resting a hand on your cheek "hmm?" he hummed softly in curiosity "I love you" you whispered "I love you too" He whispered tiredly kissing your forehead before going to take a shower. You took the to plan.

The office was closed, everybody but a couple people left a bit ago and you took your opportunity to hide under Harvey’s desk, waiting for him. It only took a couple of minutes before you saw him take a seat and scoot forward, you slowly started undoing his belt. “Y/n. What’re you doing? You’re not suppose to be here I gave you the day off” he questioned holding a hand over one of yours, stroking his thumb over the top of your hand “came to thank you for taking care of me..for waking up and doing all of that for me..and for loving me” You whispered looking up at him as he scooted back to see you.

“Oh really?” He asked “who says I love you?” He questioned teasingly “shut up, jerk, you said so this morning” you grumbled smacking his hand playfully “I’m kidding, I love you” he smiled leaning down to peck your lips “go ahead my princess, but don’t get caught”

You smirked as he scooted his chair forward again helping you undo his slacks and belt, you smiled leaning in to give a playful bite to his thigh, he grabbed your hair tugging a bit “gentle” he demanded taking his suit jacket and vest off, leaving him in his shirt, tie, and slacks, his dick being pulled out between his boxers and slacks. You took your time, taking in the sight before licking your hand a couple of times, wrapping it around his dick and starting to motion your hand up and down. You changed your pace, from fast to slower, you were listening to Harvey’s breathing, how it’d pick up and relax. “Get to work, slut.” He grunted growing frustrated with your half-ass teasing, you smiled peeking up at him through the small crack between the desk and his torso, he had a rough glare directed towards you. He raised his eyebrows as you gave him a swift nod, allowing him to grab your hair and lower your head to where you were taking his dick in your mouth. You immediately took over swallowing around him as you moved your head up and down, he kept a hold on your hair trying to focus on keeping a straight face as the late night workers passed by.

You could feel yourself getting wet in your thong but you didn’t really care at the moment, you slowly brought your tongue up the shaft and around his tip before Harvey pushed your head down farther making you take his dick down your throat. You whimpered a bit as you swallowed around him hearing the door open and close “hey Harvey, I’ve got those Briefing done for you a day early I’ve also gotta talk to you about a case” Mike said standing in the middle of the office “thank you mike. Leave it on my desk and we can talk tomorrow” Harvey demanded dismissing him “but I really think these need to be handled tonight” he protested “Ross! Go home! Get rest!” Harvey snapped watching the kid rush out towards his office then the elevators.

Harvey tugged your hair pulling you off before scooting back pulling you up to sit on his lap, you could feel his erection between your legs, and just by the look he was giving you, you knew you were about to have to be carried home. “Take em off.” He whispered in your eye watching you push your thong off out from under your skirt, he helped you position yourself over his dick and lap before you slowly lowered yourself feeling his dick enter you and stretch you out to his size and liking. “I had to wake up at one in the fucking morning” he grunted as he thrusted up against your hips, you immediately jerked forward feeling his tip hit your cervix as you dug your nails into his back “come pick up your drunk ass. Had to run off a guy you were trying to let fuck you.” He growled thrusting his hips more often forcing you to bite his shoulder to stay quiet. “Then deal with having to see you in the hottest fucking lingerie I’ve ever seen on your amazing body, and yet the only thing I could think of- god Damnit it” he huffed before lifting you up with ease carrying you to his couch before laying you down pushing his dick back inside of your pussy. You whimpered wrapping your legs around his waist “-was you wearing it for some other guy. Whenever you belong to me. You’re my fucking slut. Only mine” he grunted starting to fuck you a lot harder, wrapping his hand around your throat squeezing lightly. You whined tightening your legs around him as he took his tie off shoving it into your mouth to keep quiet “now be quiet while daddy fucks your brains out and reminds you that you’re mine.” He whispered to you before using his other hand to start rubbing your clit, your back arched immediately as you turned your head to the side, between his finger work and fucking you it was too much. He was too much. He was too good. “Fuck princess. Good girl, you’re such a good slut for me” he huffed in your ear as he sped up his thrusts. You whimpered attempting to close your legs whenever you heard the elevator ding, meaning someone was just a couple feet from Harvey’s office, he smirked, and you could swear you saw a devious glint in his eye. He pressed his hips further into you making your back arch and you gasp. He slowed his pace making you try and push your hips back to feel him fill you up again but he stayed before grabbing your hips pulling you up making you sit on his lap to ride him. “Ride my cock, slut.” He demanded “you want me to know you’re sorry for trying to fuck someone else? Ride me until I say we’re done.” He demanded watching you bite your lip and nod “such a desperate slut” Harvey growled using his thumb to slowly go over your clit as you slowly rolled your hips making both you and Harvey moan. You immediately started to bounce your hips after that, loving the feeling of him holding your hips and directing your moves as you rode his cock. “F-fuck Harvey” you tried to groan through his tie, he ripped it out of your mouth as you pulled his torso closer, never failing the motion of your hips as he started kissing your neck and exposed cleavage. “My desperate Slut. Nobody can fuck you like this and I’m gonna make sure you know.” He grunted in your ear, you whined tightening around him making him halt his movements as he started to cum inside of you making you whine and moan moving your hips, Harvey quick to keep your hips still as he finished “Pleaaaase daddy” you whined as he slowly pulled out crawling down between your legs.

Harvey gave your Clit a solid lick making your hips jolt and your hands get entangled in his hair. You moaned and thrived around as he started to show no mercy against you or your pussy. By the fifth time you came your legs were shaking like crazy and you had tears going down your cheeks from pleasure. You watched as he slowly leaned up wiping his mouth with his thumb before popping it in his mouth sucking any flavor left off of his thumb. You whimpered watching him before he slowly pulled your thong back on your body, he fixed himself back into his slacks before lifting you up ready to help you out to the car “that’s just go one, princess..we’re going again when we get home” he whispered in your ear making you squeeze your legs together in anticipation and whine holding his hair tightly in your hands.

[smoochi-march]

Sunkissed - Aloe

Fields of Mistria | March x F Reader

Summery | A flustered March get's accused of earning his fair share of sunburns, in reality, it may be a mixture of minor burns along with his inevitable embarrassment.

Warnings & Content | Overly Fluffy!

Word Count | 2632

“…I’m convinced you have no clue what you’re doing.”

March grumbled, sat at his work desk begrudgingly with the usual scowl adorned. Brows furrowed, he’d bite his lower lip impatiently. Stealing glances towards you, his knuckles dig into his cheek while leaning over his workstation inside, the space impressively tidy. Sat with his arm propped up on the top of his desk, this position allows him to steal subtle glances in your direction without show his entire face. Seeing the blur of your figure moving on the floor in his peripheral vision,

“…and I’m convinced you have no faith in me.”

You’d argue playfully, sorting through several pieces of equipment in your bag. Tossing some odds n’ ends aside, clearly in search of something specific.

“I don’t… can I continue my work? If you haven’t noticed already, I have a routine that you’re interrupting.”

March hated waiting, how’d he end up here, to begin with? Why was it he could never argue against you? He had remained the very definition of all bark, no bite. With you specifically, and it frustrated him to no end. It was always you. You, you, you. He hated to admit it, but he was wrapped around your finger.

Before this whole situation, he had been hammering away at his station…

It was significantly brighter today where most would rush towards Mistria’s beach in their favorite swimwear. He didn’t have the time for that, no matter how much he desired to lay off the work and relax. It's not that he disliked his job, it was anything but that. Left with a stockpile of requests, the mass majority being boring small projects such as bolts and nails, that was the problem. Tools to sharpen, all basic level blacksmithing. At this point, he’s itching for a harder task, something to test his unmatched skills… all the trophies in his bedroom prove that fact is more than a self-claim.

“Good morning, March! I’m about to head out for the mines, is there any ore in specific you’d like? Copper? Iron? Silver?”

A familiar voice beamed from behind him, halting any further action as he snapped out of his previous thought process. He’d immediately recognize the voice, after all, it was you. You, you, you. How much he'd give to see that smile of yours by his side at night, not just these brief mornings before you part ways.

“Morning.”

He’d respond nonchalantly, lifting an arm to his forehead to block the incoming rays of sun from his eyes. Turning his body around, he’d noticed just how close in proximity you had been to him.

“W-What the hell?- what’re you doing?”

He’d lean back against the anvil, glaring at you as you’d suddenly lift both your hands to his cheeks. Delicate hands cradle his face sweetly, so light it could be mistaken for a pair of feathers brushing over his inflamed skin. He made several attempts to create some distance between the two of you, but you seemed insistent on whatever you had intended to do. Your eyes analyzing him closely,

“…have you been working all morning? You’re pink.”

Your voice was nothing more than a whisper, so close he could feel your breath fan against his face. Further fanning the flames beneath his skin,

“Of course I was. Is there a problem with that?”

You’d raise your chin with furrowed brows, you always were the one unafraid of their expression, huh? Those cute expressions of yours… -He'd catch himself on these thoughts, clearing his throat to focus on the initial task.

“Yeah. You shouldn’t be working outside in this heat, look… you’re burning up!”

He’d turn his head away, only for your hand to guide him back to face you once more. Glaring daggers at you only to lose that sharp gaze, faltering, he’d let out a defeated sigh. Eyes closing before shifting to relocate anywhere but in your own, when had you gotten so beautiful? Or perhaps you always have been. Either way, he’d allow you to follow through with your concerned actions, not without his grunts or grumbles of disapproval. You knew better than to trust his words, his body language giving him away.

He may end it all if a single person catches wind of this interaction,

March was used to experiencing higher elements of heat, ignorant towards the clear sign of his skin losing its battle against the sun. So caught up in his work, he now had your hands brushing over his cheeks, before lowering down his neck... trailing towards his shoulders, and lifting his arms for him to take note of his burns. Fingers tracing his biceps.

"March, look.”

…

“…Please? You're burnt.”

You'd realize your words may have been too firm, softening quickly after to smooth over any misunderstanding. He always took care of himself, his brother, and those around him. But found himself needing the help this time,

"You're making this a bigger deal than it has to be, you act like you haven't had a burn in your time working on the farm."

Sparing you a disapproving look, he'd then take in the true tenderness you held. He didn't mean to concern you, he'll have to take better care of himself to avoid you getting in a position like this again... Your eyes glimmer, only to be overcome by a passing cloud beneath the sun. Your face naturally flushed as a response to the heat, those lips of yours so close and parted ever so slightly. Drawing him in.

"Get inside, I'll be back."

Your thumbs gently caress his skin absentmindedly, hesitating to let go, he'd notice this. Hesitant to pull away as well, the couple now stare away from each other bashfully, unable to let go. They were left at a stalemate.

He's unsure exactly how long he stood there with you in silence, being the one to wear his signature frown.

"What about your trip to the mines?"

You'd raise a brow, tilting your head as you step away from him. Pivoting on your foot, ultimately hiding your expression from his gaze. He then notices how your hands clasp each other behind your back, fidgeting nervously. What caused this anxiety? Was it him? The idea of work?

"It can wait, be right back! You better be inside once I've returned, if I catch you breathing next to that anvil of yours I'll nag you all summer."

March rolled his eyes, using the spare back of his hand to feel the warmth in his cheeks, rivalling a fever. It may have started as sunburns, his sun-kissed skin rosy like the flowers you had first-ever gifted him when you situated in town.

"...you already do."

He learned to love that about you.

"Ah ha!"

You'd exclaim with a sense of accomplishment, lifting yourself and waltzing towards March who behaved like an unimpressed teenager. Eye scanning over your body, landing on the tiny bottle in your hand.

"What is that?"

This question wouldn't receive an immediate answer. Watching you squeeze the bottle, popping the cap off... a green gelatin substance now pressed against your palm.

"Aloe Vera. I bought some the other day from Balor,"

Before he could speak, you'd ask another question. He didn't hear what you said. Lost in his world the closer you got, it was pathetic. Biting back his tongue, he'd nod his head to whatever you said. Gaining a smile in return, you'd rub your hands together, spreading the Aloe in your hands. Soon reaching to grasp his face again, making him flinch at the cool temperature.

"-I thought you'd put up more of a fight, y'know. I appreciate it, March. You know... for all you do at the forge for Mistria."

Voice rendering as uncharacteristically mother-like, his eyes shut with ease. Finding pleasure in your fingers working the aloe into his skin, rubbing his cheeks in a circular motion. His face had begun to cool down in a matter of seconds,

"Don't mention it, there's no need to concern yourself over trivial matters like a slight burn."

March huffed, eyes fluttering open when he'd feel your motions stop at the bridge of his nose, upon hearing his words. He couldn't tell whether or not he enjoyed the contrast in temperature, a battle between the soothing gel against his flustered face.

"Your health is not trivial! Take that back, ...Idiot."

You'd pinch his cheek, making him hiss in pain, and smack your hand away from his face lightly.

The tingling sensation of Aloe is evident as ever on his skin, this felt strangely... intimate.

He's had Olric help him apply sunscreen when he was young where he couldn't reach, but, never a woman so generously offered to ease his pain with such a substance... he still didn't believe it was important, while allowing you the satisfaction in helping.

"Tch. Yes ma'am."

The small talk would come to a close, his eyelids weighing down. He'd feel your body shift next to him. Your hands met his broad shoulders, beginning to massage them with newly applied gel. Small groans escaped the man in response, fuck it felt good.

Your hands were like magic, his body melting at your wake, finely shaped like putty in your hands. His tension was immense, you wished nothing more than to help. Stretching out his muscles, You were no professional, but he enjoyed your actions thus far.

The silence was comfortable, time slowing with each pressure applied by your steady hands.

“This should help with your recovery, want me to leave the Aloe with you? I’m sure you could use it for future use.”

Your voice fissured a crack in the silence, bringing a smile to his face. Faint, a mere ghost of what it could be. Hidden from your sight,

“Sure.”

March would hear you hum in response, tilting her head back in an attempt to make eye contact with you. Only for those eyes to widen with your face hovering directly above his. Both party’s eyes were wide, unable to look away from the other this time. The way your hands were situated on his bare shoulders, your face hovering above his… it all felt right. Tilting his head further back, he’d raise an arm. His hand makes its way towards your cheek, hesitant, but progressive.

“…why go through all this trouble?”

March's voice held a share of his vulnerability, an expression masked behind his nonchalant attitude for far too long. Here, marks the beginning of an end. Or, so the two of you can hope. Old habits are a tough pill to swallow, to process, and to accept. To embrace.

“Trouble? I see no trouble in supporting the one I…”

You’d begin, struggling to continue your original sentence. Was this going a step too far?

“-the one you..?”

He’d inquire, no sign of his previous smile. Rubbing it off to hide beneath a mask once more, unable to express himself openly to you comfortably.

March’s attempt to lower his hand from your cheek results in failure, due to the sudden grasp of your hand on top of his. Holding it in place, your eyes shimmering like the beautiful jewels you’d donate to the museum… perhaps this is how Balor felt about those perfect jewels. March losing himself in your own,

“The one I care for, of course.”

March felt his heart flutter, observing how your body language evolved. His hand trapped against your cheek, he couldn’t help but feel a subtle blush rise to his face. The aloe stood no chance in keeping him cool at this rate,

“I- I see.”

Silence.

He couldn’t bear it much longer, unsure whether or not they had been crossing the line between comfortable silence or a tense air.

You couldn’t help but press your cheek deeper within the palm of his hand, it was large, calloused, and long due for an easy day's work. Something you were capable of granting him if only he’d allow it.

“I like you.”

What?

“Like, I like you, March.”

It was all so sudden he could hardly process all you had said. Silenced by your lips that pressed themselves against the back of his hand. It was as if his eyes were opened, he watched as all the colors surrounding them became significantly more vibrant. Hyperaware of the position you put them in, sounds around you both silenced.

The unwillingness to leave him be, despite such a common injury… the lack of materials on hand to venture through the mines in your bag. Had this been your intention all along? Did you lie about the mines, could that be why you were fidgeting before? Using it as a segue to get closer to him? He’s never experienced such a scene. Not just anybody was confessing, no, it was far greater. It was…

You.

“T-Think about it, kay’?”

You’d lend him a toothy grin, your blush rivaling his burnt cheeks. You had finally done it, you confessed to him. With all the anxiety rushing through your veins, you brush his bangs out from his eyes, feeling his thumb caress your cheek you forced him to hold. His expression was more visible than ever before, no longer safeguarded beneath his bangs, all due to how he sat on his stool, neck craned back as he looked up at you from a flipped perspective.

“…say that again?”

His voice was quiet, uncertain. However, you wrote that off as your imagination. Your eyes admire his body, the way his skin shines after your massage, the Aloe glistening with each curve of his muscle. His fluffy red hair lost some of its color while the black roots made themselves clear, he'd no doubt dye them again this coming Saturday.

“I like you, March.”

Following through with his request as you would any other time,

“…again.”

Again. He requested, and you delivered. A gentle smile permanently embedded on your face, allowing his hand to fall from your cheek.

“March, I like you-“

Willing to stroke his ego, you wrap your arms around him. Leaning against his back, your chin resting on his shoulder, not applying too much pressure. Worried you may harm him by pressing on the burns,

"If this is a joke, I swear I-”

He’d grumble, feeling you rest your head aside against his. Listening to the comforting sound of your breathing, losing the ability to speak.

“…of course not. For someone as confident as you are in your achievements, you sure are insecure. Not that I mind, I'll remind you that nobody holds a candle to you March...”

Following your words with proof of your legitimacy, you’d sneak your way closer to his body, your breath brushing against his cheek sending a shiver down his spine. You begin pressing your lips against his sun-kissed cheek, a featherlike attack directed toward his heart.

"...Y-you aren't so bad yourself. I guess... no, you're actually... never mind, forget it. Quit it, we'll never hear the end of it if somebody walks in on us."

He'd find the strength to press a hand against your face, forcing your lips off his body, tensing up as you'd soon follow his words up with a hushed whisper in his ear.

"-Can we take this to your bedroom then? If the idea of getting caught is all that concerns you..."

You'd ask genuinely, laughing as he'd struggle to look in your direction. Feeling as if you'd tighten your embrace around him, returning your nose back in the crook of his neck.

"...shut up."

Neither of you would say a word afterward, basking in each other's presence. Receiving that long anticipated, and oh-so comfortable silence. Satisfied with his reaction to your kiss, you sigh one last time. Replaying the events in your head.

He loves you. You’re convinced.

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sour candy - sam x reader

AN: enjoy part two ! if you enjoyed this one ;)

The choice wasn’t yours, but the foot was down. No if, ands, or buts. Angry at the world and parents, you glared at the fleeting world that was moving swiftly past you on the drive to La Push.

Something had to be done. Your older cousin Emily, gladly taking you in. You hoped and hoped to the universe to let her come up with an excuse not to let you stay with her, but you cursed at her natural niceness.

Everything was lame. Finishing the last year of school here was going to be lame. Being held back by one year due to slacking off, you were already 18 turning 19. You already missed your friends, but your friends are what got you in trouble. The phone call from the police station was the nail on the coffin.

“It wasn’t mine. I was just holding it for a friend.” you tell your parents on the phone.

“Bullshit! You got yourself in there, now get yourself out!” your father says to you.

You don’t know what the judge saw in you, but you had to stay out of trouble or else you would get a harsh punishment. You guess the steady good grades that you had gave you a better chance. Your parents knew the slap on the wrist wouldn't suffice, so they sent you with family.

Looking at your surroundings, you sighed with annoyance. Dreary, rainy weather. You wanted to cry. You miss the sun and the shine in your city.

Emily brought you into a hug, the excited chatter was buzzing in your ear and you tried your best to be nice.

“It’s not much, but hopefully this will do.” she says to you and points at the small room.

You grin without showing any teeth, “Thanks.” you tell her.

“My boyfriend isn’t back yet, but I’m making dinner.”

“Alright.”

That’s all she kept talking about on the phone whenever you would talk to her. Samuel this, Samuel that.

Unloading your luggage, you dreaded the following Monday. Starting a new school was something you were not looking forward to. You had to introduce yourself to the world all over again.

Hearing muffled conversation, you figured the Sam guy was home. You decided to show your face.

Coming out, an older, tall, tan man was standing in the room. He turns from hugging Emily from behind and takes a look at you.

“You must be Y/N.” he says in a deep smooth voice.

“You must be Samuel.” you say back and he does a quick singular nod.

Sliding into the seat at the dinner table, you take slow bites of the food. You planned to really explore tomorrow.

“I know some boys who are going to the same school as you are. I can tell them to look out for you.” Emily says as she picks up her fork.

“It’s fine. I can look out for myself just fine.” you say to her in a dead tone. You pick your plate up and set it in the microwave, “I’m full, but I will eat later. Thank you.” you tell her.

She smiles and says, “You’re welcome.”

Gladly it wasn’t raining when you woke up the next day, but just from looking outside, it was still dreary and cold.

A heavy jacket kept you warm as you walked through the streets of La Push. Walking past family owned shops, an empty park, and a beach, you huff at your options. You missed the vibrant city that your home provided you. Everything was painfully slow here, you missed the rush of the fast life.

Coming back in, with plans to listen to music, your face is met with a warm chest. Lips accidentally swiping from the accidental bump.

You step to the side, “Sorry.” you mutter.

“You’re alright.”

You watch as Sam leaves out and closes the front door. Emily comes from her room and her eyes lights up from the sight of you.

“Hey, where’d you go?”

You jerk your head to point to the door, “Just walked around for a bit.”

Monday came too fast. The blaring phone alarm brought you back from your dreamland. Not even bothering to look too impressive, something basic lies on your body. Getting your schedule from registration, being walked to your first class, was all a drag. The people in the school and hallways stared as if they never seen a person before.

Taking a look around, you decided on: no new friends.

Eating lunch alone, silently doing the assignments, all in your mind, you just wanted to do what you had to do to go back home.

Walking out of the building, you were expecting to see Emily waiting for you like she said she would before you left out of the house.

Instead, Sam was in the driver seat and you slide into the passenger seat.

“Where’s Emily?”

“She volunteered to do favors for Sue so I told her I would just pick you up.”

You nod and set your bag in between your feet. You notice he’s not moving the car and you both are still in the school parking lot.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

He just gives you a knowing look, “Put your seatbelt on.”

You give him an indescribable look as you click it in.

“I know all about you, what do you know about me?” You ask him when the road is moving ahead.

He chuckles and says, “How would you know all about me?”

You shrug, “That’s all Emily talks about.”

“Well, I only know your basic information and the little bit of trouble that you’ve gotten into.”

“So..what? You’re going to give me a lecture?” you ask him, preparing yourself for the same used words.

He instead surprises you with a low laugh, “I’m onto you. You’re nothing but sour candy.”

“What?” you say raising a brow.

“There’s something sweet under that sour shell of yours. I’m not going to lecture you. I will help you only if you decide to come to me.” Sam says and keeps his eyes on the road.

The week was pretty smooth. Out of the five days, Sam picked you up 3 times. You liked it when he picked you up. Usually people were too stern but you found yourself enjoying his company.

“You didn’t make any friends? No weekend plans?” he asks as you both sat at the table eating an after school snack. You shake your head.

“You have to make friends.” he states.

“You’re my friend, right?”

He pauses before nodding and smiles, “I feel honored. I thought you would tear me down.”

You scoff at the fact. He was nonjudgmental and that’s what you needed right now.

Emily was still at work, you move into the sitting room, “Want to watch something?” you ask him. He agrees.

A slasher film catches both of your attention. Poking fun at the cheesy film, both stomachs are sore from the laughter. Thank god for his sense of humor. It was killing you that nobody seemed to take a joke these days.

At night, you had a vivid dream. A dream that seemed very real. You actually thought it was indeed real. You woke up in a sweat, heart beating wildly. You were mad at your family right now but you would still feel horrible if something bad happened to them.

You open your bedroom door late into the night, the shine of the tv is seen so you move into the living room. Sam is sitting on the couch, watching a rerun of an old sitcom.

Rubbing your eyes, he whispers to you, “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep? You have school in a couple of hours.”

“I had a bad dream.” you say as you sat close to him.

“You were scared of the movie after all.” he pokes fun and you nudge him on his shoulder with your hand while he has a quiet laugh.

He puts an arm around you and says, “I’m just joking. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. I don’t want to speak it into the air. Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” you say.

“My day is actually getting started.” he says. You didn’t know what that meant but him soothingly rubbing your shoulder felt nice. You let your head fall and lay on his chest.

You look down at his hand, he didn’t mean to, but his thumb brushed the side of your boob. You decide not to say anything.

After school, you go with Emily to get food for dinner. She runs into someone she knows and gives them a hug.

“Paul, this is Y/N, my cousin.” Emily proudly introduces.

You give him a polite hello, his greeting is subtly flirty but polite. You take a look at him, the same old song. Very handsome guy. You knew about guys like him from a mile away due to dealing with them from back at home, so you weren’t remotely interested.

Sam came home to a cooked dinner and complimented Emily. Emily smiles at you as you turn and say proudly to him, “I helped.” Sam gives you a smile and says, “Oh! Well, let me start over. Thank you Emily and Y/N.”

You rushed out of school, due to it being Friday. You didn’t have to deal with the school system for two whole days.

Emily picks you up and you both fall into light conversation.

“We should go to the beach this weekend.”

You look at her as if she was crazy, “It’s cold.”

She just laughs, “We’re not swimming or anything. We hang out there. Plus, a certain somebody is going to be there.” she says.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, “Who?”

“Paul.” she says as if she couldn’t believe that you forgot.

“Oh.” you say with boredom, “Yeah, i’m not interested.”

“What?! Come on, Y/N. You’re fibbing.” she asks in disbelief.

This makes you chuckle, “I’m not! He’s cute, yes, but I’m not interested.”

“You should’ve seen the way he looking at you in the store.”

You playfully roll your eyes, “Yeah, I know. I was fully aware.”

Sam found all of this amusing as Emily explains her disbelief at the dinner table.

“You might be the first girl to turn him down.” he tells you when he’s done laughing.

“Because the girls here haven’t seen anything that has more depth. There’s lot of guys in the city that look and act similar. Not interested.” you tell him and eat some more food.

“Good.” he simply says and this makes you take a quick glance at him as he asks Emily about her day.

Saturday, Emily still wanted to go. You did not. Sam thankfully comes to your rescue, “If she doesn’t want to go, please don’t force her.”

Emily eases up and gives you a playful pout, “You’re missing out, Y/N.” she tells you.

“See ya.” you say and she chuckles as she leaves out of the door.

“You’re not going?”

“Nah. It’s just going to be girls and Paul.” he states and goes into the living room. You follow him.

“So, this beach trip was to get me to be around Paul.” you state to him, giving him the opportunity to agree or disagree with you. He agrees.

Plopping down next to him, “What is there to do other than go to the beach?” you ask him.

“Well, you might like Port Angeles, it’s kind of like the city.”

You nod at that information.

Watching a classic movie, you’re sitting very close. You both make conversations about the movie. You don’t know why you did it, the intellectual words came out of his mouth and your lips touch his jaw. He jerks back, looking at you in slight disbelief, “You can’t do that.”

“I’m sorry.” you tell him and scoot further away from him on the couch.

“It’s okay…I-“ he starts but he couldn’t find the right words, “I won’t say anything but just don’t do that again.” he tells you. You just nod, not wanting to look at him.

Emily comes back and tells you about the fun she had and said, “He even asked about you.”

You just throw her a thumbs down which makes her laugh.

Sam showed her extra affection that night. Throwing your headphones on, you did not need to hear the faint sounds of the headboard banging in the other room. The lyrics to the singing didn’t help. All it did was bring out feelings that you tried to suppress.

Under the covers, your mind trails off to how smooth Sam’s skin was. You thought about touching yourself but you knew the shame would come soon after you were done.

Sunday morning, Emily left out to visit Sue Clearwater. Sam was fast asleep on the couch and you couldn’t help but take your eyes over his bare chest, watching it rise and fall.

You leave and go into the kitchen to try to not make any mistakes. You instead watch cookies bake in the lit oven.

Sam’s tall figure was now standing in the kitchen, his eyes showing signs of his previous slumber.

“Mmm cookies. Are those for me?” he asks and you laugh lightly, “No, they’re all for me.”

You give him a plate of stacked cookies. With him sitting down, eating them, you place two hands on his shoulders.

“So, you never gave me your verdict.” you tell him.

“Um…They’re good.” he says after dramatically pretending to deeply think about it. You smile and before you could stop yourself, you gently message his shoulders, relishing the warmth and smoothness of his bare skin.

“Y/N.” he warns.

You move to the side, with one hand still on his shoulder, “I’m just trying to be nice.”

He chuckles, “There’s a thing of being too nice.”

“What if I want to thank you for allowing me to stay here? This was your house first right?” you ask the older man.

He was lost for words for a second but he recoups words to say, “Right...Now, I don’t want you to make a mistake that you can’t come back from. Okay?” he gently says.

You lick your lips a little and grin, “I don’t look at it as a mistake. They’re happy accidents right?”

He gets up and you watch him rise from his seat. He takes both of your hands, “Y/N, I’m with Emily. Maybe, you should give Paul a chance. He's more your age and your alley.”

You shake your head, “But I don’t want to. He doesn’t own a house and he’s not mature like you.”

Sam sighs, not knowing what else to do. You pull him, while he still holds your hands and tell him, “I have to show you something.”

He stops in the door way of your room with folded arms as you move in your room and face him.

“What do you need to show me?” he asks.

You don’t say anything but take your top off, your breasts pointed and hard at the sight of him. His eyes widen as he breaths out your name.

You take his arms to unfold them and pull him in, but he’s resisting.

“Y/N, put your clothes back on.” he tells you firmly.

You don’t listen, instead dropping your pants and your panties down, kicking them to the side. Standing before him, bare like the day you were born.

He tries his best to look away, but he’s seen everything, “Please just…Jesus would you just put your clothes on?” he asks you. You take his hand that’s trying to cover his eyes and you finally get it to feel on your breast.

The act was sinful, you allow your body to be close to him to feel the soft tissue.

He just whispers your name out in desperation.

“She’s not here. She doesn’t have to know. Just this once.” you seductively whisper to him and stand on your tippy toes to give him a peck on the lips. You pull back to look at him with innocent eyes.

He was battling the temptation in front of him, the hooded bedroom eyes you gave him didn’t help either. You help his hand move on your boob, letting his fingers trace the hardened bud that poked out. You look at him as you give him a soft satisfied sigh.

“Please, Sam.” you whisper to him as you place a soft kiss on his chest.

His pants were tightened so tight, that he thought they would pop off. You notice this as you feel on the front of his bulge, massaging his hardness as he unwillingly groan. He’s matching your soft pants and you slowly unzip his zipper, only for him to spring out.

You’re deeply excited as his size, giving him soft strokes with your hand. His hand is gripping the door frame as you gently pump his hard flesh. You finally get him to move closer into the room, you move away from him and lock the door. You turn to find his shorts gone, with him pulling you into a deep tongue filled kiss. You both moan into each other's mouths, you continue to stroke him as he glides his fingers down your bare back and gently grips your ass.

You soon find yourself laying flat on the bed, without him detaching from your mouth. His kisses soon trail down, giving each breast his time with the swirling of his tongue, even gently grazing the nipples with his teeth. Your hands never leave his hair, your eyes are closed, bathing in the feeling.

Boys your age never gave you this much satisfaction. They just stuck it in and went to town like a jackrabbit. Sam was here driving you crazy with both of his hands filled with your breasts, kissing down your stomach to the wetness in between your legs. A surprised sigh comes when his tongue coats you, gliding in-between the moist lips. Slight shaking comes as your mouth falls open, listening to the wet sounds and his deep moans. You hold onto his head as he lapped and circled the sensitive nub with his index and middle finger, as you arch your body to him and ride out the mind blowing orgasm that made you pant his name in the process.

Letting you catch your breath, you catch him slipping his shorts back on. Before you could form words, he leaves out and closes the door behind him.

You came out of your room from getting dressed from your shower. As if nothing happened, you watched the scenery. Emily was prepping dinner while Sam was getting recaps of her day out.

She catches sight of you and greets you as any other.

"Would you like to help me?" she asks.

You just nod, not trusting the words that would fall from your mouth.

"I'll leave you two girls to it." Sam announces before leaving out.

As silence threatened to fall as you and Emily work side by side, "You weren't too bored without me here, were you?" she asks you with humor.

You try your best to return the emotion, softly grinning, "No. Not at all." you tell her.

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Something angst with Subspace x reader plz??

ok so this might be mid . scratches my neck im trying

summary - subspace x reader angst, no happy ending

misc - warnings for unrequited love, implied death, gore, and generally just. not good things. reader has amnesia and is described as having severe physical trauma

-you couldn't recall the exact details of what had gone wrong. you couldn't remember the exact details of much, to be entirely honest. much of what you knew now was just what other people had told you about, which, in of itself, wasn't much. most often you were left to piece things together through news paper clippings and bits and pieces of conversation.

-you had been a scientist for blackrock not too long ago, and a prolific one at that. you were one of the leading researchers in their nuclear department before abruptly falling off the face of the earth. an attendant had told you it was because of 'an incident you had,' which landed you here in your blank-walled room, with no real hope of returning to your former station due to your current mental state.

-you were stable enough health wise, more fragile than they'd like to see but you could still perform basic tasks and recall standard information before you overworked yourself. it wasn't a terrible spot to be in by any means, you didn't have too much to worry about but it still didn't feel like a real life.

-you were cared for and had some materials to busy yourself with, receiving enough attention in the form of biweekly check-ups, typically in the form of questionnaires revolving around your memories and abilities. you didn't have many visitors, though. you had a few nurses you could remember the faces of, but no family members, the only exception was another researcher, subspace t. mine.

-apparently, he was also an important scientist. he'd told you as much after a month or so of visiting, once the shock of you not recognizing his name had worn off. it came off as egotistical to you- sure, he was a big deal, but you had other things to worry about. one random guy escaping your knowledge isn't the end of the world. you'd let that bitterness slip in a little mutter under your breath, one that he'd seemed to hear. you'd expected him to shoot up, play up his image and demand your respect, but he didn't. he'd just stared at you a little more hurt than you were expecting, like he couldn't believe you didn't know him as a person and not just a figure.

-you figured out at some point that you two did know each other, but you didn't know how close you were. he talked about who you were before 'your incident,' but never let on anything about your relationship. you figured you must just be acquaintances, as any time he began to talk about the two of you together he'd trail off and stop talking. there must not be much to say. there must not be much he wants to tell you.

-while he usually just came in to talk, he'd prod at you every now and then, grab at your face and arms and turn them this way and that to examine you. on one specific occasion he'd gone to examine your horn. you'd seen it in the mirror plenty of times but you tried not to look at it too much, it made you feel a little sick. as opposed to the smooth surface he and the attendants had, yours was rough, the inner bone exposed and cauterized tissue spilling out. there were holes in the surface, ranging from small dots to divots large enough you could (but wouldn't dare to) stick your finger through. it was the topic of many examinations, being the biggest indicator of your fragility.

-his claws on the surface didn't hurt, you could feel his hands shake with how careful he was being. he didn't seem to be looking for anything in particular, just analyzing, logging the damage done. he didn't speak at all, just frowned and held his breath. at some point or another the touch began to burn and you'd just pulled your head away, slipping out of his hand quickly enough you'd briefly wondered if you'd scratched him in the process, as he'd just as quickly yanked his own away, staring at you like you'd burned him (or like he'd snapped it off). he never spoke about any of the deformities that littered your body, the welts and scar tissue and gashes seemed too painful for him to do more than stare at.

-he'd brought you a replica of your gear once, not nearly as powerful, according to him, but a replica nevertheless. you'd held it a few times, even carried it around your room while you were alone, but it never resonated. it felt natural in your hands but the power never sunk deeper than a layer under your skin, out of sync with your heart. he never asked where it went or why you didn't keep it around you. the first time he'd noticed (rather quickly, you thought) he'd been quieter than normal, just sitting in silence across from you and staring at the space between the two of you.

-he'd continue to visit you, progressively switching from memories of you to the mundanity of his day. he couldnt brag to you the way he did others. it felt wrong. he may have been rotting but you were an entirely different case. he still had the luxury of his identity where you'd been stripped of everything and dumped into a cell equally deprived of character. nothing was coming back. your horn was slowly rotting and chipping right out of you. there was only so much delaying that could be done.

-what do you do when the person you love is destroyed and the person replacing them will be destroyed all the same?

-with every passing month he would keep looking you over and talking about something meaningless to grasp at time and with every passing month you would grow wearier and wearier, slowly but surely.

-he'd broken once, held tight to you and hid his face over your shoulder, whispered about a life you couldn't call yours and a love you didn't have a part in and you'd stayed motionless there, hands limp. you couldn't return the affections, they were meant for someone else before you.

[marisatomay]

online buddy of mine (born in 2004) said “i strongly suspect the vast majority of ‘I'll always remember where I was on 9/11’ stories are not true. I simply don't believe that 75% of people were watching the news live at 8:45 in the morning on a Tuesday when the strangest thing happened.” and like. okay. we can talk about the aftermath in the 22 years since 9/11 and the horrific and evil jingoism that ruined countless lives in decades-long wars all we want. but i cannot overstate enough that 1) we still very much had a monoculture in 2001. most americans would watch either the today show or GMA. 2) as soon as that first plane hit every news station in the country was covering it. schools and businesses and break rooms turned on every tv. every radio. anything that had the ability to broadcast the news. (smartphones weren’t a thing. cell phones and the internet existed but they were new and fragile. unreliable. your best bet was still to sit there and watch. or listen.) and we all sat there and watched the second plane hit and the pentagon hit and the towers collapse and flight 93. so, yes: basically everyone who was alive and old enough to form lasting memories in 2001 remembers that day and the coverage. even people who weren’t near a tv or radio in real time remember where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news. they probably even remember the reason why they didn’t hear about it in real time. i was 5 years old in my first week of first grade and i remember it. it was like. the biggest thing to happen in this country since fucking. pearl harbor. bigger. there’s no need to downplay that.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Sneaking Through The Citadel To Meet With Jack

Praetorian Jack X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suggestive themes, steam, lots of kissing, basically over 1,000 words of pure self indulgence (no I'm not sorry)

Word Count: 1.4k

(A/N:) I went to go see Furiosa Friday....now I'm obsessed! Especially one character in particular, so I had to write something for him! Cause I have no control over what the idea worms bring to eat at my spastic brain! So fellow fangirls that watched Furiosa please enjoy this little indulgent creation of mine! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Mild spoilers below!!

The sun setting behind the rocky horizon of the Wasteland's left a dusky orange haze painting The Citadel. Majority of the residences were beginning to settle down for the evening, except for several War Boys taking the first watch of the evening. You waited patiently in a darkening alcove, pressed tightly against the wall. The thin clothing you had to wear barely fought back the chill and the terror of getting caught had you fighting shivers and breathing softly. Getting caught wasn't an option as it would have you in serious trouble all around. Not just for yourself but the man you were sneaking around for. His death would be inevitable if he was spotted with you. A couple War Boys walked by, talking about the possibility of heading out to battle soon. You sucked in a breath, pressing further against the wall. They walked by, not even giving a glance in your direction. This was the hardest part, waiting for the darkness to deepen so you could further make your way out of the well guarded halls.

While the whole place had started to settle hours ago, you didn't move until you knew the moon was high in the sky and the watchmen had become lax in their duties. Not many people were stupid enough to challenge Immortan Joe, so the War Boy's didn't take the night watch seriously. On light bare feet you stuck close to the shadows and quickly made your way to a hidden part of The Citadel. Your heart hammered in your chest and you clutched at your fluttering wrap. Though you had done this several times, you just knew you'd eventually get caught and thrown out into the horrible outside world. Then mere moments passed, though it felt like a lifetime, you squeezed into a hidden opening of an abandoned alcove. You sighed in relief when hands wrapped around you, one on your hip the other across your mouth. Your muffled surprise was silenced when you caught a familiar glimpse of dark hair and a scarred lip.

"Don't do that," you seethed when Jack removed his hand.

"Always so nervous," he chuckled sitting back against the cold natural stones.

"You know what happens if we get caught," you glared. Jack just shrugged and you huffed.

Praetorian Jack, The Citadel's greatest warrior and the man who kept the War Rig running. His team was known as the best and all the War Boys fought for a chance to ride for him. He was the first man to show you an ounce of kindness when you arrived at The Citadel. Sold to Immortan Joe in exchange for food, the man who you thought loved you, dumped you at his feet and never looked back. Being barren saved you from the fate of one of his wives, you found yourself doing any chores that was deemed worthy of your station. Thrown to the feet of Jack, you had become his problem for a short while until you were drug to another part of The Citadel for other tasks. That short time with the quiet gruff man had something grow between you, hence the sneaking to see one another.

Jack offered out his hand, knowing that you were losing yourself within horrible memories and he worried about you. These were the few times that made life worth living. You shook your head taking his offered hand and he lead you closer to him. You sat down between his legs, resting your back against his warm chest. He had forgone his leather jacket, leaving his rough clothing to catch against your linen garments. His presence and scent also soothing your nerves, as he held your hand, rubbing the top of your hand. His hands calloused and scarred but tender and kind. His nose brushing against the back of your neck, leaving you shivering. He kissed you gently, careful not to leave any marks. You leaned in backwards, staring up at him. Jack gave you a small smile, kissing your forehead causing you to giggle quietly. His fingers tangling with yours, he pressed another kiss to your forehead, before his stare became heated. You sat still letting him litter you with attention. He kissed your temple, cupping your cheek as he kissed your nose, cheek, before pausing above your lips. Your head still leaned back he took in your features before capturing your lips in an searing kiss. The upside down kiss awkward, but making your bare toes curl.

He released you to turn you around, slipping you back down onto his lap your legs wrapped around his waist. Cupping your cheeks with both hands, he pulled you back into his embrace. His stubble scratching against your soft skin, but you sighed into his mouth, your arms resting on his shoulders as you played with the long dirty strands of his hair. Jack deepened his kiss, tasting you in a more passionate way. You melted, unable to keep yourself upright. He released your cheeks, wrapping strong arms around your body and holding you tightly against his body. Air became a necessity too quickly and it had you both parting against each other. Warm puffs of air brushing against your wet and kiss swollen lips, Jack pressed his forehead against yours. You traced his features, your fingers soft against his rough face. He shivered in delight kissing and nipping at the digits. When he pulled away, he noticed some of his remaining war grease had smudged against your forehead. He licked his thumb cleaning it away.

"I don't want this to end," you said.

"Maybe one day it doesn't have to," Jack replied.

You stared at him with a curious look. He lost himself, staring at you deeply. You were an oasis in the desert. No amount of fighting and driving could give him a jolt of adrenaline like you did. It was these few stolen moments that he truly lived for. He didn't care what Immortan Joe wanted, if it gave him you then he would do whatever it took. He remembered those tearful fearful eyes of yours, when the War Boys had thrown you at his feet. You had lost everything and you didn't know what to expect. But when he held out that dirty, blood drenched hand you took it. Raising yourself from the floor and then it ended for Jack. He had to protect you and learn more from you. Your story, like everyone else's was filled with sadness and tragedy. He longed to make you forget all the horrible and hard times. And these fleeting times, hidden away from the watchful eyes of The Citadel and it's overlord he got to make that promise come to fruition. Stolen kisses, quiet sighs, and warm embraces. It was all here, that oasis for his soul.

"I will find away to save you," he promised. But he didn't want you to answer, to protest. So he kissed you, hard, fiercely, silencing any protests immediately. You held tightly, trying to keep up as Jack laid you gently back onto the stones. You threaded your fingers through his hair. He was all you could see, all that mattered as he leaned over you. Releasing you once more he laid down beside you. Tucking you into his side so you both could look up at the stars. A dusty haze always above your heads, but not enough to darken the night sky. You reached up, like you could scoop them up. Jack slid his hand up your arm his hand cupping the back of yours as his fingers also reached to the sky. Like you both could grab destiny together that played amongst the stars. You pulled your gaze from up above, looking towards the gentle man beside you.

"Let's save each other," you replied with conviction.

"You already have," Jack held on tighter. You searched for any sign that he said that just to make you feel better, only to see truth staring you in the face. You grasped his hand pulling it down to your chest. He felt your heartbeat thundering against your chest and Jack knew that he would give up anything to protect that kind heart. He held on tightly, not wanting to let any second pass him by in your presence. Even when time ran out and you both had to part ways, he held you against him. Taking you with him no matter where he was. And every time he looked up at the sky he could see you gazing back at him. You pushed him onwards and you held your ground. Knowing that the promised moments together were worth fighting for.

[babymetaldoll]

Are you mine? - Chapter fourteen: "A pearl in my head"

Summary: Spencer and his wife are trying to deal with their issues, but things are more complicated than just a few silly arguments about dirty dishes. Spencer plans to go to Mexico by the way...    Word count: 10.871 Warning:  Criminal Mind spoilers S12 Ep 21 and 22, plus smut, angst, fights. This chapter has is all. It even has Cat Adams.  A/N: I'm sorry I didn't update in the last few weeks, things haven't been easy here. Hopefully I can make it up to you with this chapter.  

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(Y/N)’s point of view

There are no words to explain how hard life was at that moment. Living with Diana was, for the lack of a better word, “challenging.” Spencer took some extra time off to help Diana transition and get used to Nurse Cassie, to trust her, and to basically not yell at her every waking minute of the day.

The nights were a little better. She would take her medicine and sleep at least nine hours straight. She would wake up a little lost, sometimes scared, a few times screaming. That wasn’t helpful around the children. Raven was fully aware her Memaw was sick. Of course, she didn’t understand her disease. We constantly discussed whether we were doing the right thing for Raven and Vincent. Diana wasn’t gonna hurt them, or so we hoped. They really didn’t get to see her much, only under our supervision, which meant my mother was taking care of them a lot those weeks.

I couldn’t stay at Quantico. Emily had required me to travel with the team, which I understood. She tried to keep me at the police station though, working with families and making geographical profiles. That was probably the smartest thing to do, a part of my brain stayed at home with Spencer each time we had to go to a case out of town.

And I could see the state he was in each time I laid on the bed next to him, how he couldn’t sleep. He was restless, trying to find a way to help his mother. It was an obsessive thought that hunted him day and night. He wanted to find a way to help her get better. I tried to tell him a few times that spending time with her and enjoying the good moments was the best way he could help her. But no. He wanted to find the cure for Alzheimer's and dementia, and have enough time to cook dinner I guess. It was crazy and absolutely unachievable.

After two more weeks, my husband returned to work. Diana was getting along with nurse Cassie, though she still had moments of severe confusion and paranoia. During that first day out of the house, while we were stuck in traffic, I asked him if he was sure he wanted to return.

- “Maybe you could still help from home. I don’t know if having you away will help your mom.” - I explained and looked at him. His eyes were stuck on traffic in front of us, and his hands gripped the wheel.

- “No, chipmunk. I need to focus on something else for a while at least. My conscience will be working on the case and my unconscious will be able to think of ways to help my mother.”

My first reaction was to laugh, but I didn’t, thank god. ‘Cos I knew my husband was serious about his delusion, and I couldn’t just break his heart like that.

- “I just don’t know if staying at home with Cassie will be good for her. We could try to find a place here in Washington that could be good for her. We would be near and could visit three times a week or more.”- I suggested innocently.

- “Mom needs to get to know Nurse Cambell, I can’t be there all the time.”

I dropped the subject there and started rambling about Raven. Our little girl was going great in preschool and my mom had recently taught her to jump the rope, something that obsessed our daughter. That brought a smile to my husband’s face and that made me feel a little better. I could see Spencer’s struggle and how he was still keeping things from me, probably not to worry me. The fact he still felt like he had to deal with things on his own to protect me made me so sad and angry. I just hoped things didn’t end as badly as they had when Emily was supposed to be dead.

We had to go to Santa Monica that week to solve a very gory case. Torsos were showing up around town. Men who had recently broken up with their significant others were the unsub’s target. While we were away, Spencer called nurse Cambell and talked to her about Diana’s health many times. I took a step aside ‘cause I didn’t want to be pushy. I knew he would tell me what was on his mind when he felt ready to talk.

And he was ready when we caught the unsub: the murderer was ready to kill his own husband when we got to him. When the police took the killer, Spencer stayed behind to talk with the victim and then with Prentiss, who knew there was something wrong with my husband but didn't have the time to talk directly with him until then. I stared at them from a distance, trying to figure out what was gonna happen when we got home.

- “Spence has been under a lot of stress lately.”- JJ stood next to me and rubbed my arm.- “How are you holding up?”

- “We deal with it. We try to enjoy the good moments, and manage the bad.”- I replied and cut her a short smile. I really didn’t want to ramble with her about how messy our lives were at the moment.

- “I’ve been trying to get a minute to talk to Spence. I feel like he needs a friend right now.”- I slowly turned and looked at JJ. She widened her eyes and started gesticulating and explaining.- “Not that you are not of any help, of course! It’s just that sometimes you need an outsider’s point of view, someone who isn’t in the middle of the whole situation. You know, to get some perspective of the problem.”

I just nodded and stared at her, raising an eyebrow. JJ was clearly uncomfortable talking to me, yet she had been the one to approach me and bring Diana into the dull conversation we were sharing. If you can call that a conversation.

- “Chipmunk.”- Spencer stood a few feet away from me after a short talk with Prentiss, and I walked towards him.

- “How are you feeling?”- I asked and held his hand as we walked a little farther from the team.

- “I got the feeling this isn’t working.”

And my heart stopped. I turned to him nearly in shock and though it took him more than a second to realize what was happening, my husband finally explained.

- “No! No! No! That’s not what I meant! I mean my mom!”- Spencer explained and placed both hands on my shoulder.

- “Never say that again! You nearly killed me!”

- “I’m sorry! Sorry, chipmunk!”- Spencer kissed the top of my head and I sighed at his touch.- “I meant everything that’s going on with my mom.”- he paused and looked into my eyes, keeping his hands on my shoulder- “I feel like I made a mistake.”

- “It hasn’t been easy, I'll give you that. But I wouldn’t call it a mistake.”

- “I’m thinking about flying to Houston. Maybe I can talk to Dr. Stanfield. I asked Em for some more time off.”

I nodded as I heard him, thinking how strong my husband was. He kept trying to find ways to help Diana and make her happy, beyond her disease. So I nodded and fought the tears that hunted my eyes, and he hugged me tight.

- “I’m sorry hun.”- I whispered and wrapped my arms around him.- “I just… think this whole thing is so unfair for you.”

- “Don’t worry, ma cherie… it’s not your fault”

- “But I wanna make you happy, and life keeps getting in the way.”- Spencer kissed my temple and I took a deep breath to put myself together.

- “You make me happy, and you are my life. Never think otherwise.”

Spencer’s point of view

I lied to my wife. Again. I wasn’t planning on going to Texas. I wanted to go to Mexico and talk to Dr. Nadine Ramos, maybe get more of her natural medicine to help my mom. I knew that would stabilize her. Why couldn’t I tell (Y/N) the truth? I don’t know. Probably ‘cause I felt like I was doing something wrong. It all had started behind her back and I was so embarrassed to tell her I, the most pragmatic man on earth, was trusting homeopathic medicine, and risking my job in the process, just to make sure I was covering all the grounds helping my mom’s Alzheimer's and schizophrenia.

The day I was leaving started off. Raven didn’t want to eat and she was running a little fever, so (Y/N) asked her to stay in bed and sleep a little longer. The weird part was watching her do as told, considering she was always eager to get out of bed and play. But sadly, that wasn’t it. My bag was next to the door and I was just about to call a cab when Vinny started puking and crying. He was running a fever as well.

- “Where did you get that ring?”- my mom yelled suddenly, as (Y/N) held Vinny and tried to clean him and herself from all the vomit.- “That’s my grandma’s ring!! Why do you have it?”

And before I knew it, mom was on (Y/N), trying to rip the ring she gave me to propose to my wife. She didn’t mind Vinny was on the way, she was out of herself, and (Y/N), covered in puke, could only try to cover our baby son from his Memaw.

- “Mom! Mom! Calm down!”- I ran and wrapped my arms around my mother, pushing her away from my wife, as she kept kicking and screaming, out of her mind.

- “She is a thief! You can’t trust her, Spencer! She is gonna steal everything we have!”

- “Mom, I need you to stop yelling! you are scaring Vincent!”

- “Why do you worry so much about a kid you can’t even be sure it’s yours!!”

It was as if the whole world froze. Mom had had episodes, she had been crazy, and violent with me and some caregivers. But never with my wife and neither with my kids. And that was the one thing that gave me peace of mind. But that day, it was an eye-opener.

I was not going to be the husband who left his wife alone with two sick kids and a mental mother-in-law. So I canceled my flight and held Vincent so (Y/N) could take a shower. I also gave my mother a sleeping pill and asked her to lie down for a bit. Surprisingly, she didn’t fight me. For a brief minute that afternoon, my mom cooperated. That didn’t make our weekend any easier, though. Raven got the hand, mouth, and foot disease, which meant Vinny most probably had it as well. We got the pediatrician to come home and put an eye on them, there wasn’t much we could do but give them something for the pain, disinfect the entire apartment, and wait around ten days for the virus to go away.

We didn’t sleep much the following week. Between sick kids and disinfecting every toy in the house, we had our hands full. I had those days off, but (Y/N) had to go to work. Luckily, she didn’t have to leave town for a case.

- “Let me hold him a little, darling.”- Mom stood next to my wife and raised her arms, to hold Vincent.- “You look like you could use a nap. Let me help you two.”- my wife didn’t hesitate and handed her our baby son. Moments like those were the ones keeping us sane. Mom smiled and kissed Vincent’s forehead.

- “He is still running a little fever.”- (Y/N) whispered and stared at the two of them from our couch.

- “Yes, he still feels a little warm, but he is looking better. Look at those eyes wide open, staring at the world. I remember when Spencer was this small. I could tell he was meant for big things. And he didn’t let me down.”

I looked at my mother from our dining room table, where I was drawing with Raven, sitting on my lap. Yes, those were the moments that gave me hope. But I couldn’t live in those fragments, ‘cos they weren’t our entire reality.

So I called doctor Dr. Stanfield, and tried to get mom back into the Houston facility, but it was impossible. I should have seen it coming, it was a place with a very high demand ‘cause it was top on their field. I just never imagined things would go so wrong with her at home. When I took her out I was sure she would live with us until she got better. (Y/N) was the one of us who was still mainly positive, I don’t know how. She said I could call Las Vegas to the mental facility she had been in for years. It made sense, mom had said she wanted to “go back to the place she was before before,” and she still talked about her friends there. But no, they couldn’t take her back. It was heartbreaking when I heard their decision, and though I tried to change their minds and literally beg, there was nothing they could do.

There wasn’t much left but to start looking for a new facility for my mother, which somehow made me feel selfish and like a failure.

We took our time looking for a new facility, and Cassie was of much help because she knew most of the centers in the state. There was one last tiny problem: the one we liked and that could accept my mother asked us to wait for another two months to take her in, ‘cos they were building a whole new center and were about to move.

- “It’s just two months, honey.”- (Y/N) whispered as we cuddled in our bed after putting the kids and my mother to sleep.

- “A lot can go wrong in two months.”- I replied under my breath and felt my wife’s kiss on my cheek.

- “I know you are scared, but are not alone. You’ve got me and our friends, and my parents. We are all here for you.”

It wasn’t the first time my wife reminded me that I wasn’t alone. But like every time she did, a few tears filled my eyes and my heart raised inside my chest. I couldn’t reply. I just melted in her embrace and sighed, decided to, for once, not overthink things.

Of course, easier said than done. Those two months were hell. I had never had many fights with my wife, but those weeks were a build-up of so many little things that were driving us nuts. It really wasn’t our best moment, and it was not what we wanted to have our married life based on: arguments.

I missed Morgan. I was sure he would know what to say. We would go out for a drink and have a heart-to-heart. He would laugh and call me kid and then drop the best advice I could ask for. I did call him once, but it just wasn’t the same as having him there, knowing what was going on in my life. After he moved back to Chicago with Savannah and little Hank, we struggled to keep up with our lives. As it usually happens with adulthood, I guess.

But in the absence of Morgan, I still had friends in town.

- “You know what you need?”- Frank sipped his beer and looked at me from his seat at the other side of the table. We were at the same bar where I had asked (Y/N) to marry me. Me, Frank, and Mikey eating a burger and having a beer after work.- “You need a weekend to decompress from all this bullshit.”

- “We can’t take more time off work.”- I replied and sipped my beer shaking my head. But Frank kept explaining his idea.

- “I’m not saying go out on a cruise. You could actually even stay in town and go to a nice hotel, get some couple’s massages, maybe a nice dinner with candlelight. All that shit Nugget loves.”- Frank grabbed a bunch of fries after he finished talking and I simply sighed.

- “It’s not that easy. We have two kids and we still have my mom at home.”

- “Exactly why you should do it.”- Mikey said and supported Frank’s plan.- “We could take care of the little rascals.”

- “And you have a caretaker that will keep your mom company.”- Frank added as he kept chewing.- “It’s either that or wait another three weeks for your mom to get to the medical center, and I don’t think your marriage can wait that long. Can it?”

Were things that bad? Yes. We were arguing about the silliest things, ‘cos we were both so exhausted we couldn’t even think. We were always tired and busy and never seemed to have a moment to be together until late at night, and sometimes not even then, ‘cos Vincent was sharing a room with us since my mother was living with us, so we were pretty much always around someone.

I don’t mean to sound hormonal, but I needed to be alone with my wife and get some couple’s time and real rest. Frank’s advice made sense after all. So I talked to Emily about it.

- “Trying to get some romantic time with your wife?”- she asked and winked. - “Ready for baby number three?”

- “Definitely not! Vinny is just one year old, and we are barely making it with two.”

Maybe my confession had been too straightforward 'cause Prentiss frowned as I sat on the couch in her office and sipped my cup of coffee.

- “I just need Friday off so I can take my wife away for the weekend.”

- “Of course…”- she stared at me in silence and sat by my side, holding a cup of hot beverage of her own. - “We haven’t had time to talk lately. JJ told me she is worried about you.”

- “We haven’t had time to do much in the last few months. That’s why I think Frank convinced me taking (Y/N) on a romantic getaway will help us get through the last weeks before Mom moves out.”- Emily nodded and didn’t say another word for a moment.

- “Are you sure you are ok? You look exhausted.”

- “I feel exhausted. I know we both do. It’s been more challenging than we both expected. And trust me, we knew this wasn’t going to be a day at the beach.”

- “That reminds me, Rossi has a house in Kent Island. Maybe you guys could go there.”- but I shook my head right away

- “I don’t wanna bother him.”

- “He would be thrilled to help you.”- I continued telling Prentiss not to ask Rossi, but she kept arguing it was a good idea. And we were just bickering about it when (Y/N) knocked and opened the door.

- “Sorry to interrupt. Here are the files you asked for, Em.”

- “You are just in time, Reid. Help me convince your husband Rossi would be pleased to lend you his beach house.”- Em chuckled as she spoke, but my wife frowned, totally lost.

- “Why would he do that?”

- “For your romantic getaway.”- Emily stated matter of factly. (Y/N) looked at her and then looked at me, crossing her arms on her chest.- “The one Spencer clearly hadn’t told you yet. I’m so sorry…”

- “I was just asking for Friday off to… well… have a few days to relax on our own.”- I whispered as I walked toward my wife and watched her staring at me… upset?

- “You could have asked me first.”- she muttered under her breath.

- “I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you when I had everything ready, so you didn’t have to worry about anything.”

- “What about the kids?”

- “I talked to your mom. She said she could take care of them, and your dad will help.”- my wife nodded, but still scowled at the idea.

- “My dad has been using the kids as an excuse to be around mom a lot lately.”- I chuckled at those words and simply answered.

- “He just wants to be helpful.”- (Y/N) sighed at my words and turned to Emily.

- “Tell me more about this house in Kent Island.”

(Y/N)’s point of view

Leaving the kids with my mom seemed like the most selfish thing to do. There were so few weekends we got to stay home. So little time we were with them, ‘cos work and Diana were killing us. And yet, we did ‘cos we needed a break from life.

Mom said she was happy to help, and Spencer was right, my dad was gonna help the entire weekend. He was considering retiring soon, and he was already getting used to having a few days off. My husband thought he was sure my mom and my dad were gonna have a second chance. I wasn’t so certain, though I always dreamed of them getting back together.

- “Think about it, chipmunk. They never really moved on. They never had a serious relationship after they broke up.”- he had told once after we dropped Raven with them.

- “You don’t know how they were when they were together. Trust me, those two are not getting back together.”

But they were amazing grandparents, and they were always there to have fun and take care of our kids. So, we dropped Raven and Vincent with them, left Diana with Cassie at our apartment, and drove all the way to Rossi’s place in Rose Haven.

I don’t know why I thought he had a humble, small, beach house there. Of course, he didn’t. It was Rossi after all. The place was ridiculously expensive and big. As soon as we walked in, I was sure someone was going to show up to tell us we were trespassing.

- “I don’t know why I thought about an actual cabin.”- Spencer said and left our bags in the master bedroom.

- “Me too…”- I looked around in silence until I finally looked at my husband.- “I’m glad you dragged me here.”

- “I didn’t drag you, chipmunk. You wanted to come.”- he replied with a smug smile as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my lips.- “And I’m glad we are here, we deserve some mommy and daddy alone time.”

- “That’s true”- I whispered and kissed him one more time. - “I love it when you make "daddy and mommy" sound so dirty when we are alone.”

- “You see through me, ma cheriè”- Spencer’s hands traveled down my back to my ass and gripped me tight.

- “Do you think Rossi knows we are gonna do it in his place?”- I had to ask, and my husband groaned against my lips as he stopped kissing me.

- “I didn’t want to think of that!”- I just laughed at his reaction, still holding him against me.

- “Like that’s not the sole purpose of this trip!”- I love teasing my husband.

- “I brought you here to relax and stop arguing about dirty dishes and laundry and who forgot to do what.”

- “And to fuck me in every single room of Rossi’s house.”

- “That too.”- he replied and rubbed his lips against mine, making me sigh.

- “And considering everybody back at home knows it, I think we should get started, doctor.”

Spencer laughed when I jumped and wrapped my legs around him, straddling him. He grabbed my ass and kept me steady as he deepened the kiss and my hands quickly moved to his hair, running through his curls.

- “I love your hair like this.”- I whispered and moved my lips to his neck as he walked us to the king-size bed behind us.- “You look so hot. Such a hot daddy.”

- “Hot daddy?”

- “That’s what all the teachers at Raven’s school are saying.”- I whispered and felt the weight of his body as he lay on me.- “You are her hot dad.”

- “Are you jealous, ma cherie?”- I felt his hot breath on my neck as his hands moved freely underneath my t-shirt

- “No…” - I paused and opened my mouth, already nearly moaning as his lips moved from my neck to my chest. Spencer raised his eyes and stared at me, knowing I was lying.- “Maybe… fine, yes. Yes, I am a little jealous of those women staring at you.”

- “You should be proud.”- he replied softly and rolled up my t-shirt, the one I quickly took off along with my bra, and his tongue immediately found my nipples, teasing and licking. The only things coming from my mouth now were moans and mumbles.

- “Maybe you should mark me, and show me around like yours, ma cherie.”

- “Mine.”- I whispered, arching my back and moving my hips upwards to find his erection. I needed some friction, anything to help me handle the heat. I knew I was already dripping wet. It had been too long. I was ready for my husband and I wasn’t even naked yet.

- “All yours. What are you gonna do with me?”

- “Fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.”- I replied, unzipping his pants. Spencer smiled and continued licking my breast, making me moan harder. He slowly made his way back to my lips and our mouth collided. I grabbed his dick in my hands and felt him groaning against me. Those are the things I like the most when we are together.

- “Someone is eager.”- he whispered in a cocky tone.

- “Your dick is dripping, that means so are you.”- I replied and he just kissed me harder. I knew he needed me the same way I needed him, and neither of us could wait any longer. I guided his hard cock to my entrance, just the sensation of the tip of it made me moan, I just wanted to feel him slipping into me slowly. Which is exactly what Spencer did next. I kept moaning and whimpering as he entered me slowly. Very, very slowly. I could feel every inch filling me.

Spencer rested his forehead against mine as he started moving inside of me. I kept staring at him, as he did the same, and my hands on his back kept him as close as possible.

- “You feel so good.”- Spencer whispered, his cheeks flushing and his voice trembling.- “Shit, I missed you.”

- “Me too.”- I managed to reply as he kept thrusting into me, hitting all the right places. We kiss heavily, and Spencer whispers he can hear how wet I am. I tell him that’s how he makes me and he curses a few times. I know he is close. So I am. It’s been too long, trust me, and my whole body is burning with each one of his thrusts.

- “Hon, I’m…”- I can’t even speak when my orgasm hits me. I’m scratching his back as I raise my hips and move so he is even deeper in me. He’s gasping loudly, coming with me, hiding his face on my neck, swearing, and losing control.

After a moment, still on top of me, trying to catch his breath, Spencer chuckles.

- “I had a more romantic plan than fucking five minutes after we got here, I promise.”- and his words made me laugh as I play with his hair and feel him rolling to the side, and rolling with him, so I’m laying next to him, still feeling the warm of his body and his arms around me.

- “This was actually my plan.”- I said and stuck my tongue to him.- “I needed to get under your belt as soon as possible or I was gonna murder someone.”

- “Really?”

- “SAA turned into an unsub due to the lack of sex. That would be a great movie.”

- “Write it down, I’ll produce it.”- Spencer kissed the top of my nose and stared at me.- “I love you, ma cherie.”

- “I love you too, honey.”- I whispered and sighed, enjoying every second of that moment.- “I’ve missed you so much. Just being with you not thinking something is gonna happen or that we have to do something.”

- “Me too. I’m sorry…”- but I placed a finger on his lips right away.

- “There is nothing to apologize for. I love you, we are together at this. Taking a break from the routine was a great idea.”

- “Frank’s idea, actually”- Spencer confessed.

- “Remind me of getting him some of his favorite beers when we get home.”

Spencer’s point of view

The whole getaway idea was brilliant. Me and my wife were enjoying every second of it. We had lunch out and walked to the pier and took a bunch of pictures, then we drove back home for a nap and some more lovemaking. When we woke up, we looked for a nice place for dinner, but before we headed out, I called home to talk to Cassie and know how my mom was doing, while (Y/N) talked with her mom and asked for our babies.

- “Yeah Mom, everything is ok. We are gonna have dinner now. I’m glad you and dad got everything under control. Let me know if anything happens.”- I stood by my wife as she wrapped up her call with Sofia.- “Spencer says hi.”

- “Can you ask her if she has seen my mom”- my wife stared at me confused

- “Wait, Mom. Spencer wants to know if Diana has stopped by today. Yeah, thought so. I don’t know. I’ll call you in a bit, ok?”- of course not. I don’t know why I asked.

- “Cassie ain’t picking up the phone.”- I announced, trying not to sound as freaked out as I was.

- “Did you try her cell?”

- “Yeah, and the apartment. Nothing.”

- “That’s weird.”- I nodded and stood next to my wife.- “What do you think might have happened?”

- “I don’t know. Maybe they are out for a walk.”- I suggested, but added right away - “But it’s too late for that.”

- “Wanna ask someone to stop by?”- (Y/N) suggested, but I really didn’t want to bother anyone.

- “I don’t know. Am I being too paranoid?”- I asked ‘cos I was in fact worried I was overreacting.

- “I don’t think so. I’d be more at peace if we knew everything was ok.”- my wife looked at her phone and asked.- “Want me to call Prentiss? Maybe she could stop by.”

- “Yeah, that’d be good.”- before (Y/N) even dialed, I just kept talking.- “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

- “Me too… but it might be due to exhaustion.”

- “I don’t know. In the last few days, I got the feeling I was going insane and kept waiting for something bad to happen. Maybe you are right, it could be just exhaustion.”

- “Maybe, maybe not.”- (Y/N) looked at me like there was something she wanted to add but didn’t want to worry me.

- “The other day I was sure our down-the-hall neighbor was that girl from a case like ten years ago…”- I confessed and my wife widened her eyes.

- “Lindsey Vaughn?”- there was no way she could have guessed that. We had worked on a thousand cases together.

- “Yeah, how did you know?”

- “I had the exact same thought the other day when I was getting home. I was almost sure I saw her walking down the street.”

We looked at each other for a second without saying a word. There was something off about the whole situation.

- “Prentiss, we need your help”- my wife said as soon as our friend picked up and put her on speaker.- “We need you to stop by our house. We think something happened to Diana.”

- “What are you talking about?”

- “Cassie ain’t picking up.”- I said and turned to my wife.- “We are going back home.”- and she nodded, then started gathering our things.

- “No, Reid. Stay there. It’s probably nothing.”

- “She ain’t picking up her cell and neither our apartment’s phone.”- (Y/N) yelled from the other side of the room.- “We are not gonna take any chances!”

- “Maybe she is with Sofia and the kids…”- Prentiss suggested.

- “Already called her. She hasn’t seen her. And there’s something else. We are both sure we saw Lindsey Vaughn in our building this week.”- I started explaining, but Em didn’t even know who I was telling her about.

- “Lindsey who?”

- “From a case in Chula Vista! She was kidnapped ten years ago, and her father was a hitman!”- I nearly yelled, already too nervous and upset to stay calm. Prentiss didn’t say anything for a few minutes. I knew she didn’t believe me and I was starting to lose it.

- “Reid…”

- “You remember, right? Her father, that case, April 2007? Her father's Jack Vaughn, a former hitman for the Irish mob. He and Lindsey were in Witness Protection. Lindsey and her friend Katie were abducted, Katie was killed, and Jack murdered the unsub in front of me.”- my voice was getting too high as I kept spitting facts from the pass to my unit chief, who most likely thought I was acting crazy.

- “Ok. Maybe you think you saw her…”- Emily tried to find a reasonable excuse, but my wife stopped her in her tracks.

- “We both saw her at two different times on our own. We just never talked about it because we thought we were being crazy and exhausted. But it can’t be a coincidence, Em. It never is.”- there was a short silence and our friend sighed.

- “I’ll stop by your apartment. I’ll call you as soon as I get there.”

- “Thanks Prentiss. We are getting into the car as we speak. Talk to you later.”- I dropped the line and sighed. (Y/N) had our things ready.

The hour-long drive back to Washington was hell. It didn’t get any better when Prentiss called us back and told us no one was home. She used the spare key we gave her a few years ago. We had all exchanged apartment keys as a way to make sure we always had each other’s back. And to keep Morgan from kicking our door down.

- “There’s no sign of an entry. Nothing seems off. The place doesn’t say abduction, but we can’t rule it out, all things considered.”- Prentiss explained as I accelerated and (Y/N) placed a hand on my leg to comfort me.

- “We’ll be there in an hour. Is there any way Garcia can help us track my mother?”

- “I’ll call her. Rossi is on his way to the BAU and I’m meeting him there.”

- “Thank you Emily.”- my wife remembered how to be polite in a minute where all I could do was to feel guilty about leaving my mother alone so I could have some romance with (Y/N). - “It’s not your fault.”- she whispered that very same second, and I bit my lips. I felt too guilty at the moment to say anything coherent. I just caressed her hand on my leg for a moment and locked my eyes on the road.

When we got to the BAU, the entire team was gathered in the conference room: Lewis, Alvez, Stephen, Garcia, JJ, and Emily. They turned to us with sorry eyes as soon as we walked in, and JJ immediately walked to me and hugged me tight. I wrapped an arm around her as she whispered and kissed my cheek.

- “We are gonna find her, Spence.”

- “Thank you.”- I replied and moved to have a seat at the table.- “What do we know so far?”

The team had covered the background of Lindsey and her father. How they had stayed in the witness protection program after the case that crossed our paths. Until that minute the only thing we knew was that my mom, Cassie, and her car were missing.

- “What about Cassie’s phone?”- (Y/N) asked and opened the case file on the table. Lindsey’s picture came up on the first page. It was the same woman I had seen in our hall. I felt sick to my stomach just to think what could my mother be going through as we sat at that table to theorize about her location.

- “We don't know. Her phone goes straight to voicemail. She's not returning texts, either.”- JJ explained, and my wife didn’t even turn to look at her, she just nodded and asked.

- “Garcia, did you ping it?”

- “I tried, munchkin, but the battery must be dead. The GPS was turned off.”

- “Fuck!”- my wife muttered and closed the file.

- “What about Cassie’s car?”- I asked and Prentiss turned to Penelope.

- “Garcia, where are we on that APB of her car?”

- “I don't have anything yet.”

- “Ok. Also, search recent traffic in and out of the Reid's apartment. If she was around, the cameras must have got her at some point.”

- “Copy, copy”- Penelope replied and kept typing on her laptop as fast as possible.

I stood up and walked around the room, trying to make my head work and be useful. But I was too scared, too angry, too out of myself to even get my facts straight.

- “I’m gonna get us some coffee.”- my wife whispered and left the room. JJ walked to me and hugged me one more time.

- “We are gonna find her, Spence.”

- “Thanks.”- I hugged JJ back for a moment, neither my head nor my body was there. I was anywhere else trying to find a reason why Lindsey would abduct my mother. The whole team stood up to get to work, but JJ kept her arms around me.

- “I know a marshal that can help cut through WITSEC's red tape.”- I heard Luke say as he walked toward the door with Lewis.

- “Yeah, I'm friendly with some people at Homeland Security.”- she added and grabbed the phone. I put my hands on JJ’s shoulder and moved her away from me the second Rossi said.

- “I got a buddy at the DOJ, lost a lot of money to him at poker. He owes me.”

- “Is there anything I can do?”- JJ asked me, standing in front of me as I slowly pushed her body away from mine. I shook my head. How could I tell her to just do her job? I know it sounded cold, but I needed everybody to put their heads on the files in a way I couldn’t do: with a cold head and open eyes.

- “Thank you.”- was all I managed to whisper as I stood in the conference room with teary eyes and shaky hands. JJ held my face with both hands and opened her mouth to say something, but I was just greeted with silence. She froze before saying anything and moved away from me quickly. I turned around to see what had shocked her so much and met my wife’s eyes staring back at us as she stood in the hall outside the conference room holding two cups of coffee.

(Y/N)’s point of view

I knew it wasn’t time to start acting jealous. We were busy, my mother-in-law was missing, my family was broken, and JJ was… whatever the fuck she was trying to do to my husband. Spencer stared at me, confused and upset. Not with me, but with everything around him. I sighed and walked to his desk, leaving his cup of extra sugar with some coffee on his desk.

Instead of staying at my desk, in front of his, I walked to Garcia’s. Spencer needed some room I guess, well so did I. I called my mother there, and explained what was happening. She nearly lost it. I was glad my father was there with her. He wanted to go to the station, but I managed to convince him it was better if he stayed put.

- “Right now, from where I’m standing, a psychopath kidnapped my mother-in-law. We don’t know if she is going for our babies now. It’s better if you stay there with them. I’d give me so much mental peace right now.”

- “Of course, peanuts. But please, call us as soon as you know something.”

- “I will dad. Love you.”

Penelope held my hand during that entire phone call and hugged me the second I hung up. I started sobbing in desperation, giving myself the time to lose it for a couple of minutes, before I wiped off my tears.

- “Ok, enough of this shit. Now I need to put my hands on this bitch!”

- “It’s ok to cry, munchkin. I know how you are feeling.”

- “I know Pen. But I’m so tired right now. No matter what I do, I can’t catch a fucking break!”

- “My precious baby, it’s been a shitty year!”- Pen hugged me tighter as I fought the tears back into my eyes.

- “I think everything has been shit for so long… I need a long vacation from any serial-related thing.”

- “I know it looks shitty now. But we are gonna take Diana back home and then we are gonna plan your vacation, ok?- I just nodded as Garcia kissed my cheek and moved a chair closer for me. - “Now, let’s get to work.”

Police found Cassie’s car and Luke was out on his way there in no time. Prentiss asked me and my husband to stay out of the case, which was… harder than I imagined it’d be, to put it in gentle words. I didn’t want to deal with JJ or Spencer after whatever had happened in the conference room between them. Was I jealous? Always had! Never dealt with it. Did I trust Spencer? Of course, I did! I trusted him with my life. But I hated knowing he could get comfort from JJ instead of me. Random? Yes. Petty? Definitely. True? Sure! But I was not dealing with it at that moment. It wasn’t the time or the place. So I played it cool, stayed with Penelope, locked in the bat cave, and heard Luke calling from Cassie’s car.

- “Garcia.”

- “What do you need? I’m here with Mrs. Dr. Reid by the way.”- I knew she said that to stop him from dropping any fact that might be too much for me to handle. It was sweet and stressful at the same time.

- “Metro P.D. found Cassie's car and called it in immediately. No signs of her or Diana. No foul play. There are... There are 3 visible cameras. One nearby and two down the way.”

- “I can tap into them, see what I can find.”- Pen was starting to type the location of the cameras when her phone rang.- “Oh, oh, uh, uh, Walker and JJ are calling in. You want me to patch you through?”

- “Please.”- I kept pacing across Garcia’s office as I overheard the entire conversation, biting my lips as I tried not to open my mouth. I couldn’t say a word.

- “Walker, JJ, you're on with Alvez.”

- “Hey, Luke, no luck finding Cassie or Diana.”- Stephen said, it sounded like he and JJ were already in the SUV.

- “All right. Well, I'm at Cassie's car right now.”- Luke announced- “Forensically, it's a dead end, but, uh, behaviorally we might have something.”- Luke whispered the last words as if he was focusing on something going on at his end.

- “What is it?”- I asked as soon as the silence became too much for me.

- “Hey Reid!”- he greeted me and sounded happy to hear me- “Her car is parked down the block from a high school.”

- “A high school is where Jack Vaughn killed Lindsey's abductor in front of her and Spence.”- JJ pointed out. I just kept walking around the office, hearing them talk.

- “Well, placing the car there could be a taunt at us.”- Walker suggested. I nodded along ‘cos I agreed.

- “That's what I'm thinking.” - and clearly so did Luke.

- “I can look into that. I can... Oh!”- as soon as Penelope gasped, I jumped and stood by her side.

- “What is it?”- I questioned staring at the screens not getting a shit.

- “Garcia?”- JJ asked from the other side of the line.

- “Oh, uh, uh, per Emily, I was supposed to look at the recent foot traffic in and out of the Reids’ building. There is no sign of Lindsey, but a Jaime Lamantia keeps popping up. She lives in unit 26 down the hall from the Reids. She paid 6 months of her rent upfront in cash, and there's been not a peep from her since.”

- “How's Jaime connected to Lindsey?”- JJ asked and I replied before Garcia could even think.

- “Wake up, Jennifer! There’s no Jaime, come on! They are the same fucking person! And bitch rented an apartment right down the hall from us!”- I hit the desk and stormed out of Garcia’s office. I wanted to cry, to scream, and to break a wall with my fists.

A psycho had been living down the hall from my babies for weeks and I never even noticed! What kind of SSA could do such a thing? What kind of mother was I? I was never going to forgive myself if something happened to Diana.

- “Chipmunk! Wait!”- Spencer’s voice came from somewhere around the bullpen as I kept pushing the elevator’s door as if it might actually force the doors to open sooner.

- “Not… my best moment, hon.”- I managed to say and bit my lips. Spencer held my hand and walked with me into the elevator, no questions asked. We got to the first floor in silence, and I walked outside. I needed some fresh air, to stay away from people. I wanted to wake up from that nightmare.

- “Lindsey rented the apartment at the end of the hall from us.”- I told him after a few minutes. Spencer opened his eyes and mouth but didn’t say a thing. His brain was going a thousand miles per second, and mine was blank. I felt useless.

- “Yeah.”- I added, crossed my arms on my chest, and simply walked in circles in the front of the building.- “I feel so stupid. So blind!”

- “Me too.”- he whispered and sat on the front steps of the building. His head hung down as his hands rested on his neck.- “I feel useless now and I can’t shake the thought this whole thing is my fault. But I can’t think about anything that might have done wrong against Lindsey and her dad ten years ago! What did I do wrong that was worth kidnapping my mother right now!”

- “I don’t think you did anything wrong, hon. She is a fuckin psycho.”- I stood in front of my husband and watched the state he was in. I don’t think I had ever seen him like that. It broke my heart to think I didn’t know how to help him.

- “It just doesn’t make sense.”- he whispered- “Why here? Why now? Why mom?”

- “I’m sorry honey. I… I just don’t know.”- my chin quivered as I broke into tears one more time, feeling useless and dumb.

- “Oh chipmunk.”- Spencer quickly stood up and wrapped his arms around me.- “I don’t expect you to fix it on your own, I’m sorry.”

- “I’m sorry... I just… feel no good for anything! I should have seen this coming!”- my voice was muffled against his shirt, yet I knew he understood what I had just said ‘cos he grabbed my face and forced me to look into his eyes.

- “Don’t say that.”- Spencer whispered and kissed my forehead. - “Please, don’t say that.”

- “I’m so sorry! This should go the other way! I should be comforting you! But I can’t even do that right.”- tears fell from my eyes as I stared at his own eyes getting damp.

- “No, ma cherie.”- my husband held me even closer to his body and kissed my cheeks and forehead several times.- “It’s you who I want by my side this entire time. I wanna comfort you, hold you. Just knowing you are by my side this entire time is the only thing keeping me sane right now.”

I closed my eyes and felt him resting his forehead on mine as we just held onto each other, trying to keep each other sane and safe. Spencer didn’t mention what had happened with JJ and I didn’t want to bring it up. It didn’t feel right at the time.

Spencer’s point of view

JJ and Walker had found Cassie’s body in Lindsey’s apartment in our building. She had been shot once, execution style. It gave me an odd sense of peace to know she hadn’t suffered. She wasn’t tortured. She just… died at the hands of a psychopath only because she worked for me. I was never going to forgive myself.

Along with Cassie’s body, there were pictures of us, (Y/N), me, the kids, and Mom. Walking into the apartment, getting into the car. Playing in the park nearby. Dropping them in school, visiting Sofia. Lindsey knew everything we did, everywhere we went. I knew I shouldn’t have access to all that information, but even when Prentiss kept asking us to leave the BAU and go home with our kids, we couldn’t just stand aside and let them do all the work. We were the target, there had to be something we knew or did that triggered Lindsey.

When the ballistics results came in, we were with JJ, Rossi, Tara, and Garcia in the conference room. They confirmed the bullet that killed Cassie was the same gun Jack Vaughn used when he was a mob enforcer in Boston.

- “It's because she's a daddy's girl.”- I said and held yet another cup of coffee between my hands, as my wife, who sat right next to me, added.

- “The gun is an odd touch of sentimentality for an otherwise logistical killer.”

- “Yes, but she took the gun because she's a daddy's girl because they were inseparable.”- The team stared at me and nodded. I couldn’t help but think about my own daughter. We were a team. We would do so many things together. We had our Saturday mornings just to be together, go to the library, or to the park. We visited museums and had smoothies. I wondered what I was teaching her. Was I making it right? Would she hate me when she is older and she realizes her parents spent most of her childhood catching serial killers instead of being there for her when she was scared and when she was happy. When she had to sing in the talent show in school.

(Y/N) squeezed my hand and took me from my thoughts at the right time: seconds before I fell down the rabbit hole of self-hate and doubt.

- “I think we should go home.”- she whispered.- “I know the guys already investigated the scene, but we live there. We’d know if anything was off.”

- “Worth the shot to ask Prentiss.”- I murmured and nodded.

- “Ok. I know it's a different agency and all, but couldn't someone have told us that Lindsey left WITSEC?”- Garcia

- “No. It's for her own protection.”

- “The marshals stay away unless you're in trouble. Even our own case agents aren't told about their member status.”- Lewis explained and Garcia sighed, defeated. Prentiss walked into the room and turned to us.

- “How many times do I have to ask you to go home?”

- “Until you give up trying.”- (Y/N) replied and I was about to ask our unit chief to let us go to our apartment when Penelope announced.

- “More ballistics literally just came in on Jack Vaughn's gun, and, oh, my goodness, Lindsey has been a busy evil bee.”

- “How busy?”- Lewins asked as Pen shared the info on the big screen so we could all see.

- “That gun has been involved in 15 murders in the last 5 years.”- Garcia pointed out and we could trace her path of murder on the map. She had been in fact very busy and mostly worked down the Mexican border.

- “Single shot to the back of the head with a modified hollow point.”- JJ said, confirming the same MO she had done on Cassie.

- “That's our Lindsey.”- Rossi pointed out.

- “You guys see the geographical pattern? All of the kills are along the U.S-Mexico border.”- JJ commented what I had already noticed but couldn’t say, ‘cos we couldn’t work the fucking case.

- “And each of the victims has apparent cartel ties.”- Pen added as I kept taking mental notes.

- “So.” Tara sighed and stated the facts- “Lindsey's been a cartel hitwoman ever since she left the program.”

- “Ok, but why is she using her dad's gun? That helps us, and it's risky for her.”- Garcia questioned and I knew the answer, I was just hoping someone would say it.

- “It's an impulse. It's not a choice.”- JJ explained and I nodded in silence from the couch.

- “I wonder if Luke and Walker will get to talk with Lindsey’s dad.”- (Y/N) murmured as we kept our eyes glued on the screen, trying to see a pattern.

- “I hope so, or we are fucked”- my reply was honest, I couldn’t lie to her under those circumstances.

- “Guys, please go home.”- Prentiss begged the second we set foot in her office. She was talking with Rossi and looked at us with the most concerned and upset look I had seen from them.

- “That’s what we are here to talk about. Maybe we could be of use.”- I started explaining

- “No guys, you can't be part of the investigation.”

- “We know that, but we can put an eye on our apartment. Maybe you overlooked something.”- I proposed and (Y/N) nodded.

- “We are the owners, we have the right to be there. And if Lindsey touched or moved anything, we’d know.”

- “It’s not a bad idea.”- Rossi supported us but Emily just sighed and shook her head. Luckily, her phone interrupted her and gave us some extra time to argue back.

- “Luke.”- she got our attention as soon as she said who she was talking to. We were all waiting for feedback from him and Stephen after talking with Lindsey’s dad, Jack.

- “Ok, we’ll talk about it when you get here. Thanks, Luke.”- Emily’s face changed. Her eyebrows were lowered and drawn together, and her lips were pressed together.

- “What is it? I can read the anger and the fear all over your face.”- I said, knowing she was not supposed to tell me anything.

- “Jack said Lindsey was looking for a contact for scopolamine and sevoflurane. The same drugs Scratch uses.”

All I could feel was cold, like water running down from my head to my toes, soaking me with desperation and freezing fear. My heart was beating hard on my chest, and I could actually feel it in my throat. (Y/N) grabbed my arm and gripped it. It wasn’t what we were expecting to hear. It was worse than I had ever imagined. If Mr. Scratch was behind my mother's capture, who knew how he was torturing her, messing with her already damaged mind.

- “What are we gonna do?”- I asked Prentiss and missed the tears in my wife’s eyes. - “We need a plan! We have to get to our apartment! We…” - I know I was nearly hyperventilating, and losing it slowly. But I couldn’t remain calm and logical all things considered. I felt (Y/N)’s hand losing its grip on my arm, but I never noticed when she walked out of the room. All my mind could focus on was the fact Mr. Scratch was gonna hurt my mother the way he had hurt Aaron, Jack, and Tara’s brother.

- “(Y/N)!”- Prentiss called my wife, but she stormed out of the office. I stood frozen on my spot for a few seconds, waiting for an answer.

- “What are we gonna do?!”- I ended up yelling, and Rossi held my arm, trying to calm me down.

- “You should take your wife home and get some sleep, kid. We’ll come up with a plan as soon as Luke and Stephen are back, and we’ll keep you posted.”

- “David, we can not step aside now!”- I argued, I was seeing red and kept feeling like a prisoner in a cage.

- “That is exactly what you have to do if you want us to get your mother back. Trust us. Please.”- Prentiss’ voice was calmed, probably trying to soothe me while I could feel my blood boiling.

- “How could I… just sit and wait?”- I struggled with the words ‘cos I was too furious to think straight.

- “You can start by comforting your wife.”- Rossi suggested and tapped my shoulder.- “She needs you more than the team does right now. Get some sleep, and rest that brain. We could get you to your apartment tomorrow.”

I wanted to argue, but my head was overwhelmed by all the information. And my heart felt heavy in my chest.

- “We’ll call you if we know anything. I promise.”- Prentiss hugged me and I couldn’t reciprocate it. I was still on fire inside. But I was defeated, so I sighed and walked out, ready to find my wife and take her home.

(Y/N)’s point of view

I was sick of crying. Tears kept rolling down my cheeks, and I kept whipping them out with my sleeve as I sat in Garcia’s office. My friend had gotten me a glass of water and hugged me for what felt like hours as we just sat there in silence.

- “I…”- Garcia whispered after a few more minutes. She caressed my cheek and looked into my eyes, trying to put herself together for me.- “I don’t know what to tell you, munchkin.”

- “It’s ok, Pen. You don’t have to say anything.”

- “It’s just not fair.”- she murmured and I nodded.

- “It never is. That’s what this job has taught me.”- I sighed and tried to smile at my friend, but failed massively.

- “It hasn’t been easy lately.”- Pen started rambling.- “It never is here, you are right about that. But lately, it feels like…”

- “Life has been kicking us on the floor and just won't let us go.”- I added and she nodded.

- “Exactly.”

- “I just… keep thinking about what we do every day and how it always turns against us. And I can’t help but wonder why am I still here.”- I confessed and Pen’s face didn’t even flinch. I thought she might freak out, but it shocked me when she didn’t. Instead, she agreed with me.

- “I wonder the same sometimes. How much pain can I handle?”

- “Exactly. And I keep feeling this job is taking pieces of me every day and in the end there won’t be any left of myself. And it’s awful 'cause it was exactly what I was afraid of when I first joined the BAU. That I would lose who I was due to this job.”

Garcia stared at me and just held my hand tighter. Neither of us said another word. I felt like it was not needed. She knew how I felt ‘cos she felt it too. And I couldn’t be more grateful for her friendship at that minute.

- “Garcia, have you seen Spence?”- JJ stormed into the office suddenly and Penelope and I nearly jumped. JJ just stared at me, wide-opened eyes, like she wasn’t waiting to bump into me there.

- “Do we have a lead?”- Pen asked her immediately.

- “Eh, no. I just wanted to check on you two.”- JJ excused herself and walked toward me.- “We haven’t had much time to talk, and I wanted to know how you are dealing with everything.”

I stared at her, trying to read her, wondering if she really meant it.

- “Just tired.”- that was the best I could reply without telling her exactly how I felt. I didn’t want to share my feelings with Jennifer at that moment. It didn’t feel right.

- “And the kids?”

- “With my mom. We should go put them to bed soon.” - just on cue, Spencer walked into the office, still looking upset, but more together than earlier.

- “Hey.”- he whispered, locking eyes with me.- “Sorry, I lost it.”

- “It’s ok, Pen kept me company. What did I miss?”

- “Couldn’t change their minds.”- I sighed and nodded as my husband kneeled next to me and held my hands, just as Garcia had done before.

- “It’s ok. I was just telling JJ we should go put the kids to bed.”- and just then, Spencer noticed JJ and Pen were there as well. He cut them a smile and stood up.

- “Ready to go, chipmunk?”

I gathered my things from my desk and walked to the elevator with Spencer. Garcia hugged us and promised to call in case anything happened. I wanted to trust her, but I was sure she wouldn’t. She couldn’t, after all. We were supposed to stay out of the case.

The drive back home felt eternal. I decided to get behind the wheel because I needed to focus on something that wasn't in my head for a little while. Besides, it felt like Spencer could use some time to think before we had to face my parents and our kids.

- “Mommy!!”- Raven ran to us as soon as we opened the door. It was already past her bedtime, but according to my mom, she wouldn’t go to sleep as soon as she heard we were going to be home. She wanted to see us.

- “Hey there, Birdy!”- I hugged my daughter tight and kissed both her cheeks.- “Are you having fun with Nana and Pop?”

- “Yes, they showed me pictures of you when you were little. And they said sometimes you were naughty and didn’t eat your greens.”- my daughter giggled and looked at me with a sweet smile. I fought the tears as I held her, and Spencer moved closer to us and kissed Raven’s head.

- “Come on in, kids. Dinner is ready.”- Mom whispered from the kitchen’s door. Dad looked at us, holding Vincent, who was clearly asleep already.

- “Want me to put him down to bed?”- I asked him as I still held my daughter in my arms, but he shook his head.

- “I don’t feel like letting go.”- and I knew exactly what he meant.

That night, my husband and I barely slept. We were cramped in my old bed, holding our kids tight and just going through the night getting as little rest as expected under the circumstances. At a certain point, I felt Spencer’s hand on mine, and I turned to look at him. Tears kept falling from his eyes as he intertwined his fingers with mine. Raven was softly snoring between us, basically clinging to Spencer’s pajama, while Vincent kept kicking my ribs as he dreamed by my side.

I held Spencer’s hand tight and kissed it. He cut me a short smile and sighed. I whispered “I love you” and he replied with the same words. My whole world was in that tiny bed and I wanted to wrap my babies in a bubble to keep anything from hurting them.

Around two in the morning, we got a call from Prentiss, the team was waiting for us with news: they had gotten a secondary address for Lindsey late at night, she had a house in southeast DC. They needed us asap. It was so hard leaving our kids alone in bed that morning. It made me feel a little calmer knowing the police force was protecting my parent’s house.

I woke up Mom, left the babies in her bed, kissed them goodbye, and walked to the car. I just hoped we could get Diana home that day. I needed my family all together again.

However, it felt like things could only get worse because the second we stepped into the conference room, we were met with the awful truth. It wasn't Mr. Scratch who had gotten Diana.

It had been Cat Adams all along. 

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[altraviolet]

Give us some Mirage and/or Skywarp headcanon you have that hasn't made it into a fic yet. :3

ooohhh... a very indulgent ask! thank you! :D

I don't think I have any hc points that haven't made their way into fic yet, regarding them individually or together 🤔 I've always thought it made the most sense for their relationship to have started before the war, that Skywarp could see Mirage when Mirage is invisible, that if they activate their powers at the same time it causes physical harm, that their relationship suffers from lots of things (war, class issues, brain intrusions, etc) but it's characterized by a strong, unwavering, intense love. Mirage has a face made of something other than metal. Skywarp is an angry boy.

You see those points in most of my fics about them, give or take :D

I doooo haaaaaaaaave some info I can share about TEG Mirage/Skywarp, which wasn't delved into in TEG itself.

In TEG, Mirage says this:

"He [Skywarp] recognized the benefits to himself of pairing with me. Though he was not taken by firelove, it did not take him long to love me"

I know exactly when Skywarp felt safe enough to love Mirage :D

So going back to 2938 Cybertron, it's a society deeply divided by class. The upper class live in the underground caves and the lower class does the mining/labor and lives above ground. The class lines can generally be drawn across alt modes, with fliers preferring to be above ground for obvious reasons.

Mirage is, as based in his traditional characterization throughout the franchise, upper class. Skywarp is not.

The concept of firelove is known and understood throughout society. Firelove strikes regardless of class, so it's not unheard of that an upper class mech would fall for someone below their station, or vice versa. But it's also the case that lower class mechs could fake it - fake great and fawning love - for an upper class mech to improve their own status. AND it's the case that upper class mechs of particularly cruel tendencies do the opposite: pretend to love someone lower than them, so that when they reveal it was all a lie, they can laugh and lord over the pain they've caused.

Both of these 'false firelove' situations are well known in society. They're explored in stories/plays/general societal awareness, and they do sometimes actually happen.

So when Skywarp asks Mirage if he's taken by firelove, he's initially very pleased to hear that. He knows that being fiercely loved and wanted by someone with more money/resources means good things for himself.

But then he thinks about the cruelty of false firelove.

And he has a friend who was fooled by an upper class mech, who suffered very greatly emotionally.

So Skywarp has no idea if Mirage actually loves him or not until they get close enough to have physical relations. He's afraid to feel anything for Mirage. He goes along with courting, because hey, why not, but he's reticent to fall in love. As it goes along, though, well, it's hard not to. But he's afraid. Until things finally build up to Finding Out For Sure.

Since this is tumblr and it's also like 6am, I'll spare the details 😄 but there's a point in their style of interface (basically spike-valve) where the valve mech can dictate whether to complete a connection, or not. Refusing to complete the connection is a rejection of sharing yourself wholly with another - and also denies the other a great deal of pleasure. This is the place where an upper class mech reveals they do not have good intentions. It's instantly apparent that the firelove was a lie, and all the feelings and hope the other mech had are rejected cruelly and outright.

So when Mirage completes this connection and Skywarp is flooded with the overwhelming and whole love Mirage has for him, he knows it's the real deal, and he's not afraid to fall in love with him.

I think this would make for a good and entertaining fic. I'm not opposed to writing it someday, but it needs some framework around that central question [is the firelove real?], and I don't have the brain for it at the moment. But I always have this tidbit hanging around the back of my head.

thanks for the ask! 💙💜

[vaguely-concerned]

Silly Garashir ficlet, Teen and Up-ish, mostly banter! CW: copious amounts of blood but like. Purely in a comedy capacity (don’t worry none of it is Garak’s)

“Good god,” Julian breathed, unable to do anything but stare for a moment. 

“Oh, don’t worry, none of this is mine,” Garak said, dripping puddles of crimson onto the floor, calm blue eyes the only thing peeking out from the solid layer of blood covering his face and upper torso. “The gravest injury has been to my wardrobe, I assure you. As you might have gathered, I encountered our suspected evildoer as they sought to make their escape.”

“From the looks of things, I’d hazard it’s more accurate to say that they encountered you,” Julian said. He shook himself out of his momentary petrification and raised the medical tricorder to make sure Garak’s reports of being unharmed hadn’t been greatly exaggerated, as would sometimes be the case with him. 

“However you would prefer to frame it,” Garak said, dipping his chin modestly and blinking globs of blood from his eyelashes. “I’m sorry to say I couldn’t ascertain many details about them, neither in terms of species or other identifying details. They were masked and coming at me with a knife at the time, which in the moment tends to blot out other considerations in one’s mind.”

Despite himself, Julian grinned at the performative airiness of Garak’s tone. He did seem to be basically fine. “I think that’s understandable under the circumstances, Garak. Odo’s probably going to track them down pretty quick, if they’re leaving a trail of blood across the station. Do you, er… want a handkerchief or something?” 

“It’s very kind of you to offer, but I don’t think that’s going to do the job in this case.”  

“No,” Julian had to admit, “no, you’re — probably right. I’ll let you go for a thorough sonic and peace and quiet once I’m done with this. I’m sure Odo will want a word with you later, though.”

Garak parted his lips to say something, and grimaced. “Ugh. Well, if it’s any help in figuring out the identity of our culprit, that’s definitely the taste of Napean blood. As you mentioned there will of course also likely be other clues, like them bleeding profusely as they sprint across the Promenade, but I always strive to be helpful wherever I can.” 

“Garak!” Julian yelped, shooting him an alarmed look and continuing his inspection of the tricorder readings with renewed worry. 

“Hm? Yes? You can run whatever tests you want on it to be sure, of course, but I am quite certain in my conclusion. There is a… distinctive tang to —”

“That’s so medically unsafe, you can’t go around ingesting —” 

“Well, I hardly meant to ingest anything, Doctor, but it did end up all over my person in a way that makes it hard to entirely avoid,” Garak snapped, though he tolerated Julian going in for a second, even more thorough examination without complaint. “Maybe if this person hadn’t so rudely insisted on venting the contents of their arteries straight into my face during our tussle — ”

“Yes, yes, I understand, sorry, I wasn’t suggesting you did it on purpose or anything, but it does mean I really do need to monitor you for any allergic reactions or bloodborne… wait, wait, hang on, how do you even know what Napean blood — ”

Smiling in a way that aimed for beatific and missed it by way of too many bared teeth, in a manner that would probably be quite unsettling if Julian wasn’t so used to (so fond of, whispered a treacherous little voice in the back of his head) Garak’s face, Garak dabbed daintily at the worst of the blood dripping off his nose with his sleeve and said: “Do you really want to know, or is this your outsized curiosity running ahead of your better judgment again?”

“I’m going to be wondering about it all night, but no, I don’t think I want to know, actually. If I come back in a week and still can’t put it out of my mind, feel free to tell me, though. Or use that time to come up with a good story, I don’t mind.”

“Never any but the best for you, my friend,” Garak said fondly.