#not tagging JJ cause I don’t wanna piss anyone off

[maxiemumdamage]

Aaaand Snarly (my mother) has gotten to the Rostelecom Cup! This is the one I’m most excited for, just cause there’s so many new characters.

TIS THE SEASON FOR YURI PARALLELS

She laughs when Yuri calls himself the Ice Tiger

She was very worried by the Grandpa’s back giving out at the fly tackle, and distressed when Nikolai worried about if the piroshki were good.

“Say they’re delicious you little bitch!”

Cringed when I told her “Sala” is a mistranslation of Sara.

She GASPED when Seung-Gil Lee was being rude to Sara.

She snorted at JJ’s little finger guns. And then I told her it was his initials.

She’s worried for Phichit, since he might not make it to the final. And it’s not like he has plot armor to guarantee it — he’s a minor character in the end.

Laughing at the Nishigori triplets antics.

“Is it racist for a South Korean man to skate to some Mexican bullfighting kind of song?” (Right off the bat when Seung-Gil starts skating)

Snarly found the discussion of sexual performance inflation funny. I think. She snorted, at least.

She was so worried when Seung-Gil fell! I get the feeling she hates seeing any of the skaters fail.

Re: Emil — “Why does he have the beard? It’s pubic hair.”

She loved Viktor being cold to JJ.

During Michele’s skate:

“Am I getting weird incest-y vibes with these super close ups?” (About the Crispinos. She’s totally right.)

“VILE.”

“Oh god he’s hateful.”

She did like the note about Michele doing his sister’s signature combination jump. She also gagged when he said they would ‘be together forever.’

She liked Sara talking about how Mickey needed to be able to fight on his own.

She was so sad when Yurio realized his Grandpa wasn’t coming.

She got sad when she saw Makkachin by himself staring at the buns. I don’t know how she’ll cope cause it gets WORSE.

Reiterating the point about the Nishigori triplets being Nara characters.

She loved Yuuri’s little dramatic flirting moment with Viktor.

“Well if he doesn’t if he doesn’t advance to the Grand Prix, the shows over.” (When Yuuri thinks about how he needs fourth place at minimum)

She loves Lilia’s “supervillain lady look.”

She’s SO SAD about Yurio not having his Grandpa there. Constant wailing or whimpering on his behalf.

“What are we gaping at?” (When Yurio comes out in his costume)

“Oh gross” (When Viktor does the skate kiss)

“It’s good that we’re invested in more than one character.” “So you like Yurio??” “I didn’t say I like him, I’m just invested.”

Though when he fell on the axel she said “oh, baby.”

She thinks the animation is better in closeup.

“Aw, kitties!”

When JJ make the ‘ladies first’ crack to Yurio she called JJ a “homophobic fuck.” Here, here!!

She laughed at Yurio’s little pouty stance.

And at all JJ’s inane drama about his “aesthetic.”

Mocking the lyrics to Theme of King JJ. It grew on me, but it really is ridiculous the first time you hear it.

“I keep hoping he’ll skate into a wall.”

Gagged when he kissed the ice. “I hope it’s like licking a pole and his tongue gets stuck there.”

“OH NO” when we find out about Makka.

“Why would they tell him? What can he do about it now?” (I reminded her about Vicchan once it ended. She was even more distressed.)

She laughed at their collective shock and horror at the idea of Yakov coaching Yuuri.

And for episode nine:

She thought it was cute when Viktor said to hug Yakov if he needed help.

She already thought the Grandpa was sweet before she saw the Katsudon pirosky. She thought it was so cute!

“Maybe not now???” (about Sara’s intervention with Michele)

“Her timing is not great”

Michele: *Yuuri looks like a closet pervert* Mom: “He’s one to talk”

She HATES the sibling incest. She said “I might have to hide in the other room.”

She likes Mila’s hair

Eyerolls at the sibling incest.

“They both have purple eyes. Anime logic.”

Michele: *this is goodbye, Sara* My Mom: “She’s your sister. You will see her again.”

“Whats with the sparkly gloves?”

“Ew, girl!” (At the start of Sara’s conversation with Mickey)

She really likes the smash cuts from skaters being super serious to the food plates. She thinks it’s funny

She likes Yurio’s hairdo and his skate decorations.

“Nice! …I can’t believe I’m commenting on this like it’s an actual skater.”

“Oh, no!!” (when Yurio says he’s tired)

She thinks the Katsudon nickname is very funny.

I started learning a little Japanese since my first watch of the show, so now I can appreciate just how dickish it was for JJ to call Yurio “Yuri-chan.” But that’s for another time.

“Put in your earplugs, dude” (to Yuuri)

She’s so worried about Yuuri throughout the performance. She said she agreed with him sending Viktor away, since he’d be so guilty if he didn’t, but clearly it had consequences.

“Is he doing good?”

Laughing at Yakov’s glare. A lot of faces made at Yakov’s scary lecture though.

She thought the hug was cute though!

She guessed JJ’s “king” line before it happened.

“It’s kind of funny having the bad guy be Canadian. No one makes Canadians the bad guys.”

Me: He’s the token straight along with Georgi. (My mom: “who?”) Me: the crying one with the eyeliner.

“Please fall. Please fall. Please fall.”

Laughing like crazy at Yuuri’s hugging rampage, but also some cooing.

“It’s funny seeing Yuuri wearing a mask, since this was made pre-pandemic.”

She laughs at Yurio’s little raging, but thought him comforting Yuuri was adorable. And the Katsudon pirosky!

She was relieved that Makkachin lived.

“In real life that dog would be jumping on them.”

She got worried when Yuuri asked Viktor to coach him until he retired, saying “but what if he wants to skate again?” OH HONEY. Can’t decide if I should remind her Yuuri wanted this to be his last season…

“THERE WE GO!!” when Makka leans in on the hug.

Overall really positive reactions to this one! Snarly loved the skating, and the new characters and relationship development are so strong.

She had pretty much the exact same reactions to the Crispinos and Yurio’s development and to JJ that I did when I first watched the series, so I figure she’ll enjoy seeing how the latter develop further in Barcelona.

I’m so excited for her to watch the next episode—since the power imbalance about Viktor being Yuuri’s coach is the main thing she dislikes about their relationship, I’m hoping the episode ten reveal will change her mind.

[harrysbbby]

Don’t Forget Where You Belong -  JJ Maybank x Reader - Part Three

A/N: new part!!! feedback is always appreciated and please let me know if you’d like to be tagged

Part 1

Part 2

“Okay. So, um... we didn't see anything,” Pope said clearly stressed. “We need to have total and complete amnesia.”

“Actually, Pope's right for once,” JJ piped up. You shot him a confused look. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘and what about it, “See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny,” JJ continued to yabber on.

“Guys, we can't keep that money,” Kie said.

“Okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara,” JJ shot back at her.

“We really should give it to Lana Grubbs. Technically it was her husbands.” You spoke, raising your hands defensively as JJ shot a glare at you.

“See,” Kie said gesturing towards you, “Otherwise, it's bad karma.”

“Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too,” Pope spoke directly and with conviction. He kept his head down.

“Pope…” you started but he cut you off.

“We gotta go dark.” He said, lifting his gaze to look around at all of you.

“If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree,” JJ settled. You went to open your mouth to say something, but John B’s voice cut you off.

“I don’t agree,” he said to JJ. He moved to the centre of the porch and began explaining as if he was giving a Ted Talk,

“Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady-White? Just sayin'.”

“It is a little odd,” you said in agreeance, leaning back on your chair and nodding up at John B. He nodded back as if to say, ‘thank you’ and then turned to the rest of the group who still didn’t look quite as convinced.

“I don’t know…” Pope trailed off. Looking around at you all. He stood and grabbed a fishing rod from the side of the doorway and made his way out to the pontoon. JJ grabbed the other and followed. The five of you made your way out to the water, perching yourselves along the wooden structure. The boys launched their baits into the water as John B started up again.

“All right, so think about it, Pope: How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?” he asked. Pope didn’t even look up from his line as he deadpanned,

“Prostitution”

John B shook his head in disbelief, “Square groupers, bro. Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean?” He looked around at the rest of you. You and Kie just shrugged as John B sighed, “JJ?”

“They were straight smugglin'.” He answered

“Smuggling, really?” you asked.

“Yup,” John B asserted, “And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband.”  

“Hell, yeah,” JJ hooted. His line gave a sharp tug and he struggled to keep control as he reeled in it. “Fish on!”

The group decided that it would be a good idea to throw a kegger in order to “lay low”. Somehow this always seemed to happen, but regardless you helped Kie carry the red solo cups onto the beach and placed them next to the keg. You felt an arm rest again your shoulder and when you turned your head your eyes met JJ’s

“Hey hey,” you said to him, moving your arm to wrap it around his waist, “who will be your claim tonight? Pogue or touron?”

JJ was notorious for accumulating at least one hook-up from each of the Boneyard parties. You were able to hold your own every now and then managing to find a cute boy to occupy you for the night, but it wasn’t quite your thing as it was JJ’s.

“I don’t know, think I’m getting kinda over it,” he said shrugging avoiding your gaze. You head did a double take as you whacked his chest.

“JJ Maybank, over hook-ups at keggers? I think the world is ending!” You spoke melodramatically, placing the back of your hand against your forehead and pretending to faint onto him. He let out a small laugh as he grabbed your body that had fallen across his. You stood up again smiling back at him.

“Yeah, think I just want something… I don’t know, different?” in said in a questioning tone. You furrowed your brows at him. You could see the look on his face was stone-cold serious and it confused you. In all the years you had known JJ he had never spoken about relationships like this. You ruffled his hair as you joked with him to lighten the mood again,

“My little boy’s growing up!” you giggled as he picked you up off your feet and tossed you over his shoulder, a joking ‘piss off’ escaping his lips.

He placed you on your feet again before running off to give John B and Pope the drinks he’d originally come to the keg for. As watched him swagger away juggling the three drinks, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to the thought of JJ wanting that relationship with you. Although you met John B first, he was more like a brother, you had always seen JJ differently. Like when he’d run a hand through his hair to put his cap on backwards your breath would catch in your throat. Or when you could feel your skin spark when he would grab your waist as he picked you up to toss you in the water. Or when you could feel your stomach drop and heart sink every time, he would get close to another girl.

You had always had a thing for JJ, but you knew the rule: no Pogue-on-Pogue macking. But it was killing you. You huffed as you took post next to Kie on the log, taking a huge gulp of your beer.

“You good?” she asked at the sight of your clearly distressed demeanour. “Let me guess, JJ?”

“Shh,” you shushed her placing your hand vigorously over her mouth. “Be quiet, I told you that in confidence.”

You and Kie, being the only two girls, would go to each other for anything that even entered the realm of emotional. The other boys just didn’t understand the need to articulate one’s feelings. You had told Kie about your crush on JJ a few months prior, and she had listened like a best friend should. But she agreed with you when you expressed your concerns about ruining your friendship. As much as you liked him, your friendship with him and the other Pogues was something you had to consider if you decided to risk it on a potential relationship.

“But yes, it is JJ. He said something super weird about not wanting to hook-up with anyone cause he wants something “different”.” You said, emphasising the different and looking at her with a bewildered expression. She hummed as she sipped her drink, clearly mulling over the information.

“That’s good though, right?” she asked, “he might like you too then?”

You shook your head at her,

“No, he said “different”, Kie. I’m normal, someone he sees every day. We’re routine.”

“I guess,” she shrugged. As you remembered what had been playing on the back of your mind, you perked up.

“Although,” you dragged out looking at her with pure excitement. She raised her eyebrows at your tone, “what we really need to talk about is you and John B,” you said nudging her with your elbow.

She looked down shyly, “what’s there to know?” she said playing dumb.

“Oh, come on Kie! You kissed him!”

“I did not,” she said sternly, “I only kissed him on the cheek,” she said flipping her over her shoulder.

You kept your eyes trained her as you narrowed them. She looked at you expectantly before she rolled her eyes.

“No! Y/N, god no! I don’t like him, okay? Not like that.” She said giving you a shove which made your coy smile slip slowly from your face. “I’m just worried about him.”

She looked over to where John B was chatting to a girl with long blonde hair. You nodded, accepting her answer as you felt a body sit beside you. You turned to see the usual mop of blonde hair that was usually in your face. Kie smiled as she slid her sunglasses off her face and onto your nose. You laughed as she did, saying she was going to go chat to John B.

You slyly turned around to JJ, the red, love heart sunnies on your eyes. As you did you slid them down your nose and popped your elbow on your hip, giving him a pout.

“What do you think?” you asked him cheekily.

“I mean you’ve looked worse,” he joked.

“Oh, shut up JJ!”

***

You heard the sound of fist hitting skin, followed the commotion of yelling. You looked up from your conversation with Pope to see Topper tackling JJ. You and Pope ran to the front of group that was forming. By the time you were there JJ was out of the equation and John B was shoving Topper.

“We’re supposed to be incognito remember?” Pope yelled. Sarah was trying to break up the fight, but Topper landed a punch on John B face. JJ went to go forward, but you put your hands against his chest.

“Nuh, uh.” You said holding him back. You looked down at your face with an aggressive expression but relaxed once he met your eyes. He lightly shoved your hands off his chest, huffing as the two of you turned to watch the scene unfold.

“Hey, John B, don't make me drown you like your old man, all right?” you heard Topper growl. JJ held your shoulders as he saw your body go to move forwards, as rage heated your insides.

“Fight, fight, fight!” the crowd kept chanting as John stayed crouched in the water. John B grunted as he tackled Topper into the water.

“Stop you guys!” you heard Kie yell as the boys continued to wrestle. John B nabbed a punch straight into Topper’s face.

“That's what I'm talking' about” JJ jeered.

“Come on!” “You wanna go?” “Come onnnn!”

The boys were yelling viscously at one another as they sized each other up. Topper landed a sharp blow to John B’s nose making him stumble back into the water.

“Stop!” the scream ripped from your throat. It hurt you to see someone doing this to John B.

“Come on, Topper! Let’s go!” John B yelled at him, fire in his eyes as he pounded his chest.

Topper flipped John B into the water and pinned his face down. John B’s arms flailed as he struggled.

“He’s drowning him!” Pope said, distressed.

“I know,” Kie replied with an equally amount of anxiety laced in her voice.

“We need to do something!” you looked around helplessly.

You saw JJ move from beside you and lift his hand up to Topper’s hand brandishing something black and sleek and metal. You heard it click. Oh no.

“Yeah, you know what that is,” JJ spoke menacingly, pushing the barrel further to Topper’s head, “Your move, broski.”

“Chill dude!” Pope called.

“JJ,” you said warningly, stepping towards him both arms outstretched.

“Put the gun down,” Sarah said calmly. JJ didn’t even move to face her as he fired back,

“Did you say somethin', princess?”

“We're good. We're good.” Topper said, his arms raised in surrender. “All right? Come on, man!”

“Y/N can you check your psycho friend, please?” Sarah yelled gesturing to JJ. You moved towards him as he pushed Topper to the ground. You placed your arms on his shoulders “JJ, please” but he pushed you aside as he charged forward.

“Okay, everyone, listen up!” his voice billowed across the boneyard, “Get the hell off our side of the island!”

He fired the gun into the air twice.  

“Are you crazy?” “You idiot!” “It’s not worth it!”

Pope and Kiara were screaming at JJ. “I was saving his life okay?”

Topper and Sarah had bolted once the gun had fired. You turned to see John B struggle to rise up from the water, only to slump and fall back in, water gushing over him again.

“Guy!” you called to them, but they were still yelling – “You're gonna jeopardize everything” – and you knew you couldn’t move John B alone. You grasped his head to keep his head above water so he could breath as you shouted again, “HEY!” there was gravel in your voice as you used all your might to get their attention. The three of them instantly pivoted towards you, taken aback from your uncharacteristic show of aggression towards your friends, “help me.”

You all managed to get John B back to the Chateau. Between the four of you, you managed to carry him inside and lay him on his bed. You had been silent the whole time, all of you, not daring to be the first to speak.

Pope, the often peace maker piped up first, “I think I’m gonna head home.”

Usually after a kegger you would all pass out, still mildly drunk on any surface at John B’s, but after tonight’s events, none of you wanted to stick around much.

“Me too. I’ll drop you,” Kie said. She gave you a small smile and wave as she and Pope exited the room. You were standing in the doorway of John B’s bedroom, observing at his passed-out body. He was breathing fine, just exhausted. So, you came to the conclusion that he would be fine, just needed a decent sleep. You could see the bruise forming on his face, so you made a mental note to check on it and make sure he iced it when you inevitably saw him the next morning.

JJ was sitting on the end of the pull-out couch. He watched the back of your body as you leant against the door frame. He did not dare to say a word to you before you spoke to him. By the glare you had given him as you gathered everyone’s things as he and Pope lugged John B’s body home, he knew you were furious.

He looked like a wounded puppy when turned around to face him.

“Want a ride?” you asked. All he could do to answer was nod.

You drove in silence all the way to JJ’s house. Usually you would just have him stay at your house. Your stepdad was usually oblivious to your actions and your mum didn’t really care what you did as long as you were safe, so JJ was always welcomed. But not by you tonight, not after what he did. No matter how much you wanted him to stay and not have to be in a house with his dad. You needed time to cool off.

You switched the engine of your car off as you pulled into the grassed drive of his house. You sighed as you ran a hand through your hair.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said keeping your eyes trained forward.

“Y/N…” JJ started but you cut him off.

“No,” you said holding your hand up in front of him. His brows were furrowed together, and his eyes were glassy, and it made you feel terrible. But he needed to hear what you had to say, “what you did tonight was so fucking stupid, JJ. I hate Topper as much as you do but you could have killed him.”

JJ went to open his mouth, but you raised your hand before he could speak.

“I know he was drowning John B, but you didn’t have to pull a gun on him. Word of this is gonna spread, and there’s gonna be consequences to that. I don’t want to see you get hurt,” you looked him directly in the eyes. You could see an emotion flash over them, was it guilt? It was something you definitely hadn’t seen before. You felt some tears well up in your eyes. “You’re just so reckless sometimes JJ. You’re gonna get yourself killed! So please, just think a little more next time okay?” you begged him as a single tear slipped from your eye. You hastily wiped it as he nodded.

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms as far around his torso as you could from across the center console.

“S’okay, I just worry about you.”

“I know,” he said pulling back. He kept one hand outstretched on your arm, rubbing small circles with his fingers. “Please don’t cry.”

You laughed as you sniffled and wiped your nose with the back of your hand.

“You know I get emotional, especially when I’m drunk,” you laughed. He joined with you, but it wasn’t quite genuine as it usually was. He sheepishly looked forward, avoiding your gaze, “but thanks for the most awkward hug of my life.”

This grabbled a candid cackle from the back of throat as you smiled.

“Yeah remind me to not try and have a moment over the gear stick of a car again,” he said locking his eyes with yours.

“Ahaha, yeah…” you said, holding his stare.

“Yeah,” he responded still looking deeply into your eyes.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that. Time moved differently with JJ. Eventually, he cleared his throat and opened his door, triggering the inside light. You cringe at the brightness after having stared at JJ eyes in the dim for so long.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked standing in the door, crouching down to make eye contact.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you affirmed. JJ shut the door with a solid thunk and wandered inside his shack.

You took a deep breath as you pressed the start engine button. You rested your head against the steering wheel as you groaned: what was this boy doing to you?

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[iamvegorott]

Undercover Love Ch 27

The Last Secret

“Bing, Google, try to track their location. Host, see if you can figure out anything without hurting yourself. Edward and Henrick, make sure he doesn’t hurt himself. Jackie, Wilford, JJ, Bim, and Yandere, go to the vault and grab every weapon that you possibly can because whoever the bastard that took my husband and child is going to rue the day they fucking pissed off this gay man!” Marvin was now rapidly pressing buttons on the control panel and line after line of code began scrolling on the remaining screens.

Dark was paralyzed, eyes wide and fixated on the screen that had Anti and Chase on it.

Was this a sign?

Should he have never thought that it would ever happen?

Was this his fault?

“Do you have any idea of anyone that would do this?” Bing asked.

“The bigger question is, who’s capable of doing this?” Google added. “Someone managed to trap a literal virus and a bulletproof man. They have to be like us to some degree.”

“I honestly have no idea who they are, but they won’t be alive much longer when we get them back,” Marvin stated.

“Anti…” Chase’s voice came through the speaker.

“We have sound!” Bing announced.

“It’s okay, we’re gonna be okay...right?” Anti was twitching, shaking as if struggling to keep still.

“Shit, he’s anxious.” Marvin’s voice was heavy with fear.

“I mean, understandably so, but why are you making it sound like a death sentence?” Edward asked.

“He glitches,” Marvin said. “Phases in and out of this world and the one online.”

“The bomb on his neck,” Henrick added. “If he glitches too much…” Henrick had his voice trail off, knowing that it didn’t need to be said.

“Surly Anti can handle an explosion easily,” Edward said. “Or glitch away from it.”

“Chase can’t.” The room went dead silent.

“Anti, get out of here,” Chase said.

“If I glitch out of this thing will go off.” Anti protested.

“I know.” Chase’s voice was barely a whisper.

“You’re bulletproof, not bomb proof.”

“I know.”

“Chase!” Anti snapped. “Don’t you dare!”

“It’ll be okay, you have the others and-”

“No, no it won’t be okay!” Anti cried out. “It won’t be okay without you!”

“I’ve had a good life and...I have a good family.” Chase swallowed thickly.

“I am not leaving you to die,” Anti said with gritted teeth. “I need you.”

“Marvin will be there for you and Henrick and Jackie and Robbie and JJ...and Dark.”

“They’re not you, Chase. No one can ever be you.”

“After what those monsters did to my kids, I never thought I’d be a parent again. To have someone look up to me, to need me and for someone for me to care for.” Chase’s head slumped over, a sniff filling the room.

“Chase...please.”

“I know I’m not actually your parent, hell, I didn’t even have anything to do with your creation and you came out of it as a full-grown man but…” Chase blinked and a tear fell from his eye, landing on his jeans and creating a darker spot. “I know I did a damn good job at making sure you were happy, even though there were flops and mistakes that we both made but in the end I know that I did the best that I could.”

“Stop talking like you’re not going to make it out of this.” Anti could feel his body trembling, his emotions running high.

“It’s okay, Anti. Get home safe, please.”

“I’m not going, I’m not.” Anti shook his head. “I’m not letting you die!”

“Tell me that one of you has something!” Marvin cried, looking at Bing and Google, both who just refused to meet Marvin’s gaze as they kept working.

“Host, you’re bleeding,” Edward said as Henrick gathered up bandages.

“Host will not be useless.” Host stated.

“You’re going to kill yourself if you keep pushing yourself,” Edward warned.

“Anti and Chase will die if Host doesn’t!” Host slammed his fist into the top of the control panel, brows going up when he heard a click.

“The communicators!” Marvin exclaimed, going through the opening and counting what was there.

“Dark, you haven’t moved,” Wilford said in a whisper. “Are you okay?”

“You know damn well why I won’t leave you!” Anti had tears flowing down his face as he tried to yell some sense into Chase.

“Dark?” Wilford tried again.

“There’s one missing!” Marvin scooped up all of the devices and ran over to the other side of the control panel with them. “If we can figure out which one is gone, we should be able to track it.

“It’s not gonna be on them,” Jackie said.

“But one of the bad guys might have it.” Robbie bounced a little. “We can find them!”

“Host! Fuck!” Edward cursed when Host collapsed on top of him. “Henrik, get fluids! Jackie, help me get Host to the couch.” Edward didn’t have to wait long for Jackie to do his part.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.” Anti sobbed as little parts of his body started to look blurry. “Mom, please.” He begged. “I don’t want you to go, I don’t. I love you, mom.”

“Dark, you’re going gray.” Wilford looked around to make sure no one else was looking. “Dark, your eyes.”

“Model, 2-B-5-4-R-S-T!” Marvin watched as Google and Bing both perk up and typed even faster than before. “Hurry!”

“I love you too, Anti,” Chase said, a soft beeping following.

“No.” Dark finally spoke, his entire body vanishing in a cloud of black smoke.

“Found-” Bing slapped his hands over his face when there was a loud explosion, the image becoming static.

“No! No!” Marvin cried at the top of his lungs. “No! No God, please! No!”

“Ant…” Robbie fell to his rear, hands over his face as he sobbed into them.

“Don’t take them, please!” Marvin begged towards the screen. “Don’t take them away from me!”

“Oh, God.” Yandere whimpered before hiding her face into Bim’s chest, crying into it while Bim held her, crying as well. Edward and Henrick both stared at the screen, stunned as their mouths were frozen open with Host still unconscious next to them. JJ went over to Wilford and held his arm, Wilford adjusted them so he was fully embracing JJ, feeling the silent sobs against him. Bing cried into Google’s shoulder while Google just shook his head in disbelief. Jackie has his hands at his head, pressing them hard against it as he fought his own tears and losing that battle quickly.

“No...no...no…” Marvin’s voice got softer and softer as he fell to his knees. “Please.”

“What the fuck?” The curse made Marvin almost break his neck from turning his head so fast.

“Chase!” Marvin cried out and scrambled to his feet, immediately hugging the other man. He covered Chase’s face with kisses, getting a chuckle from him. “I thought I lost you!”

“Love you too, dad,” Anti said with a little smile, yelping when Marvin was now on him and making sure he wasn’t hurt. “I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“I thought you couldn’t glitch with other people?” Jackie asked.

“I can’t,” Anti answered.

“Then how did you…” Everyone followed Anti’s glance as he looked at Dark, who’s skin was now a dull gray and an aura of red and blue surrounding him.

“I was not expecting that,” Chase said.

“No. Understand.” JJ signed, shaking his head.

“I knew something was off, but…” Henrik was at a lost for words.

“Dark, what are you?” Anti asked.

“I’m not human either.” Dark finally admitted. “I don’t know what I am exactly. Dark took several steps, heading over to the fallen bouquet. “Most call me a demon, so that’s the title I go with. I used to formless, a simple consciousness that seeped in from another realm and found a house known for trouble.” JJ felt Wilford stiffen. “The woman wanted to find me, to contact me, to know if I was the cause of everything happening in the house...sadly she didn’t know I wanted a body.” Dark slowly bent down and picked up the flowers. “She’s dead, along with her brother and I took over the body of the brother and while their souls are gone, their energy is what keeps me whole.” Dark started an attempt to fix the bouquet. “But the house had gotten used to my own energy and with me gone, it broke, shattering everything...and one inside of it.” A look over at Wilford told the Septiceyes what they needed to know. “Wilford found me and I found him. I knew what I was and what I will always be. A killer.” Dark faced Anti, flowers between them. “A monster.” Anti took a small step towards Dark. “A monster without feelings, a heart, anything that could be related to actually being a living thing.” Dark took in a shaky breath. “I don’t know I actually thought for a second that I could have anything that would make me...human.” There was a shared silence between Dark and Anti. “I-” Dark didn't get to continue before Anti grabbed him by placing both hands on his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss.

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Criminal Minds-The Good Ol Days

Chapter 7-Sweet Nothing

Just a collaboration fic with @princesswagger15​

Tagging: @marvelfanlife, @itsmeedee, @cynbx, @jaqren, @gabriellewritermua, @princesswagger15, @screaminginbi, @tleighstone12, @cosmicmelaninflower

Note: It’s been a while since I’ve written smut as well as @princesswagger15‘s first so please bear with us. We did what we could and worked so hard on this chapter. I hope you all enjoy. 

Matt catches his breath as he looks around to see everyone staring at him, including his friends, all of whom are worried that he could be getting himself into some trouble.

“Hey guys, what’s going on?” Emily asked JJ and Will as she and Tara looked up to see Derek getting out of his seat.

“Oh my god, Matt.”

“Someone needs to stop them before it gets worse.” Garcia whispers.

“Looks like Derek is gonna cover that.” Elle says as she sits up a bit.

“Kyle……..I’ll give you one last chance to apologize to Kristy and leave her alone, unless I’ll have to force you in doing so. And trust me.” He walks over to Kyle. “You don’t want to make things worse, do you?”

“Or what? You fucking sissy. You gonna try to punch me? Now move dickbag, I’ve a pretty girl waiting for me.” He pushes him to the side and makes his way towards Kristy, who was currently huddled up near a corner.

“I said don’t touch he-” “DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, YOU ASS!” He punched Matt, causing him to fall over, only for Luke to catch him as they look on.

Kyle chuckled. “That’s what I thought, you little pussy. Go stay with your momma.” He gives him a little wave just to mock him and turned around.

Everyone looks at Matt as he starts to move towards Kyle again only for Derek to stop him.

“Let me handle this Matt.”

Matt then moves to the side as Derek walks up to Kyle saying, “Hey man, just back off. The girl isn’t interested in you. So why don’t you just make this peaceful for everyone, and walk away.”

“Why don’t you just shut the hell up and mind your own business?” Kyle says as he pushes Derek in the chest.

“Why don’t you just listen to him and quit making this hard for yourself?” Both Kyle and Derek looked to see Hotch come out from the crowds after seeing that Haley’s roommate and his friend are in trouble.

“Wow, you’re the one to talk.” “Hey, I don’t like it when people can’t take no for an answer. So how bout you just leave my friends alone?” He then walks besides Matt as the two of them and Derek surround Kyle. Distracted, Kristy then stood up and runs towards Elle and Marissa, whom she and Reid looked on to see the encounter.

“Oh my god, my friends. I gotta go help them.” Said Reid.

“Reid, please be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I won’t. I’m just gonna try to ease the tension going on.”  Marissa then nods as he then walks to the scene, in which Kyle continues to mock his friends.

“Really, you think all three of you are trying to scare me? Please, I can smoke all of you bitches apart.”

Kyle and the guys were ready to fight just as they crack their knuckles. Before either of them could attack, Reid pops in right in between the two sides.

“H-Hey guys. There’s no need to fight here and cause a scene. We can all just walk away right now and-”

Just then, Kyle pushes Reid onto the floor as everyone watched. Reid groaned as he tried to push himself off the ground.

“You think you can try to talk me out of this? Why don’t you just go home to your mommy pipe cleaner.”

“SON OF A BITCH!” Marissa yells.

Just then Marissa walks up to all of the guys and pushes Matt, Hotch, Derek, and Reid out of the way. Marissa then gets to Kyle and just as he was about to say something, Marissa punches Kyle into the table behind him and kicks him in his knee, as Kyle screams and falls to the ground. Marissa then grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls Kyle closer to her.

“Look here fucky the fucktard, my friend is not interested in you, she has a wonderful boyfriend. And these four guys gave you an opportunity to leave quietly, but you didn’t. And you pushed my boyfriend and called him a pipe cleaner. SO YOU LISTEN TO ME, If i see you, hurt or harass that girl, my boyfriend or ANYONE ELSE, I will squeeze your fucking nuts like grapes until they fucking pop. Now go home and cry to your mommy, bitch.”

“Gah uh-uh! Okay! I’ll stop” Marissa then lets go of Kyle, who collapsed to the down and crawls back, fleeing from the kitchen. Once he was out of sight, she then walked over to help Reid up.

“Reid, are you okay?”

“Y-yea, I’m okay Marissa. This was nothing.” Reid tries to shrug it off as Marissa and Derek helps him up.

“Are you sure? I can still chase him down if you want.”

“Yeah, I’m fi-ah!” He touched the side of his lower abdomen. “Man, I should’ve worn my sweater vest.”

“Don’t worry Reid, it’s just a small bruise. It’ll go away.” Said Derek as he analyzed his friend’s face. He then noticed that he had a little bruise on the side of his bottom lip. “Dammit, he even bruised you there. Well, at least he didn’t mess up the entire pretty face of yours, otherwise I would’ve really went after him.”

“You and me both.” Marissa adds.

“Well, I’m fine now. Thanks.” Derek and Marissa smiled back as the three then took their attention to Kristy, who was shaking as she sat down in a chair with the group.

“Kristy, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“I swear the next time i see Kyle I will-”

“You’ll do nothing because I got it covered Matt.” Marissa says as she sits next to Kristy.

“Do you want some ice or anything Kris?”

“I’m okay.” She continues to rub her wrist, which was bright pink.

“I can’t believe he would do this to you.” Haley looks on.

“Well, Kyle Hodges is nothing but a sexless pig who targets vulnerable girls and treats them like trash.” Elle adds. “Good thing he never cross paths with me, otherwise I would’ve ripped his goddamn balls off.”

“Same here.” Marissa adds. The team continues to look on as Kristy continues to look down and rubs her wrist.

“You know what? I don’t feel comfortable staying here. I wanna leave.”

“Okay Kristy, I can come with you.” Haley suggests.

“No, I-I wanted Matt to go with me, if you don’t mind Haley.”

“Uh no, I don’t.” She then looked over to Matt. “You don’t mind taking her back to the dorm, do you?”

“No, not at all.” He then grabs his jacket and wraps it around Kristy, helping her up as she stands. “Come on, let’s get outta here. Goodnight everyone.”

“Goodnight!” Everyone said. They all looked on as the couple leaves the party. Just then, Hotch looks over to Haley, still expressing concern for her roommate.

“Don’t worry Haley, she’ll be alright.”

“I know. I just worry about you sweets, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I am. I’m fine, you guys can stay here and enjoy the rest of your night.”

“Hmmm. Is it okay if I just stay with you?” She then moved up close to Hotch, prompting him to blush.

“Uh sure.”

Outside, Matt was escorting Kristy out of the party, still pissed at Kyle for ruining the night for them as well as hurting his girl.

“Alright Kristy, we’ll take a quick walk to the dorms and-”

“Well actually Matt, I was wondering if we can go to the mountain you took me to on our first date.”

“Oh.” He raised an eyebrow. “Y-you sure about that?”

“Yeah.” “Oh okay.” He looked down to see Kristy lend her arm out for him and gently touches her hand. He then pulls out his keys. “Alright, let’s go.” The couple then walked away, as they head to the car. At the same time, Reid and Marissa have also decided to ditch the party.

“Well, so that was a dud.” Marissa jokes.

“Really? I’ve never been to so many parties but this one didn’t seem so bad.” She raised an eyebrow at Reid.

“Okay, look here, when at a party of any kind, a fight will always kill the mood for the whole party. I wouldn’t be surprised if half the people in that party walked out. But the plus for me, was that I never saw Meadows aka The Bitch.”

“Yeah, whatever happened to her? Considering that she was the host for the party. I wondered if she saw the whole fight?”

“To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if the bitch saw it and did nothing about it. But I also wouldn’t be surprised if she was in her room, with a guy passed out drunk.”

“Guess so.” Reid then rubs his stomach as Marissa watches, whom they hear his stomach rumbling. “Also, despite the stomach pains, I’m kinda in the mood to grab something to eat. If only I gotten something at the party before we lef-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got food back at my dorm and then we can do whatever you want.”

“Oh okay, that sounds cool.” The two decided to head to Marissa’s dorm, hopefully to get a bite or more after the mess that was at Meadows’ party, while everyone else were trying to enjoy their night despite the fight that just happened.

Will then offers JJ a can of soda as she sat down on a couple of stairs.

“Thanks.” “No problem.” Still, he could notice the long face his girl was having. “Don’t worry, you’re friend and his date will be alright. At least they managed to leave this mess.” “Yeah. I wonder what they’re doing right now?”

Will shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Hopefully, it’s better than what happened here an hour ago.” “Yeah.” She then looks up to him. “You mind if we leave?” “Uh sure. Besides, this party was getting boring anyway.” She chuckled. “Yeah, it has.”

      Somewhere, Matt parks his car near the top of the hill where Kristy and Matt can see the city lights.

“This looks nice.” Said Kristy, admiring the view.

“Yeah, it does.” Matt nodded as he looked over to see his girl staring at the view, though he still couldn’t help but notice the stiff posture she had during the drive, along with her still rubbing her wrist and cheek. He could still tell that she was still a little worked up about what happened and felt bad because he and Kyle are both jocks.

“About what happened over there, I-”

“It’s okay Matt. Don’t blame yourself, we got out of there, that’s all that matters.”

“I know. It’s just, I still can’t believe he’d hurt you like this.” He then took notice of where Kyle slapped her, as it starts to turn bright pink. “That son of a bitch.” He muttered. “He’s gonna regret laying a single finger on yo-”

“Matt, I’m fine, really. Relax hun, it could’ve been worse.”

“Yeah, I know.” He then laid back against his seat as they continue to look at the view. “It’s quite relaxing. Just enjoying the view.” “Kinda like our first date.” He chuckled. “Yeah. Exactly like our first date. Except that I didn’t get punched by Kyle Hodges on our first date.”

“Yeah.” She chuckled back. Just then, she removed her seatbelt, leaning close as she took notice of the the little bruise besides Matt’s lip. “You know something?” “What is it?” “I always assume that you were a lover, not a fighter.” “Oh, the bruise. Well, I’m both.”

“Well, which one would you say you’re more of?”

“W-well, call me cliche, but I’d rather be a lover than a fighter. A lover who’s not afraid to fight when the person they loved gets hurt.”

“Good answer.” “Yeah.” Kristy continues to caress his bruise as Matt took notice of her wrist that was brightly pink. He gently rubs it and placed a soft kiss on her wrist. She then smiled at the simple gesture and caress his face, leaning over to kiss him by the cheek and again on where Kyle punched him. Matt smiled back in return.

Kristy and Matt look into each other’s eyes, eventually she leans in and kisses Matt on the lips and puts her hand in his hair. It didn’t feel real at first, but the next thing they knew, they couldn’t stop.

He felt his hands brushing back and forth against her back while she grips the back of his head. She then slides a hand against his body, till she she felt the leather belt from his skinny jeans, unbuckling and pulling the belt from it’s loops, never breaking the kiss.

Just then, Matt gasps as he breaks the kiss, much to Kristy’s confusion. He looked away in shame.

“Matt, what’s wrong? D-Did I do something?”

He shook his head. “N-no. It’s not you. I-I don’t know, but it doesn’t feel right, not after what happened at the party and what Kyle did to y-”

“God Matt, don’t worry about it. Just don’t stop, I-I want you.”

“I-I” Before he could say anything, he felt a finger press against his lips.

“Shhhhh, I want you.” She whispered, giving him a lustful gaze. He nods back and kisses Kristy once again, only this time, he was no longer holding back. The kissing starts to intensify as Matt pulls slightly on Kristy’s hair and Kristy moans into Matt’s mouth.

She then gets on his lap, and takes off her shirt. She then leans over as Matt kissed her neck and shoulder. Kristy then kisses Matt on his neck and chest as she pulls off his shirt over his head. After discarding the shirt, he then pulls her close, kissing her harder and deeper, as their chests rubbed against each other. She moaned as she felt Matt’s hand slide up her skirt.

 With their clothes discarded to the front seats, the two kept going, as Kristy straddles him  despite the lack of room and awkward leg positions inside the car. There was only one thing on their minds, one hot, and intense thing going on and neither of them wanted to stop. Kristy continues to straddle Matt just till he slips his hands under her skirt and took it off and laid Kristy on her back and kissed her neck. They can feel the sweet, sweet pleasure building up as they skid against each other faster and faster while moaning and groaning each other’s names.

 Back at the campus, Matt and Kristy weren’t the only couple to be fucking, as Reid and Marissa were at her dorm after a rough time at Meadows’ party. The two decided to ease their distress through some snacks. A couple snacks and minutes in and the room was already filled with laughter as Reid started to tickle Marissa.

“Oh stop it Reid, stop it!” Marissa playfully squealed as Reid tickles her on her stomach

“Why huh? Why should I stop?” He teased as she continues to laugh.

“Because my stomach hurts and- HAHAHAH!- Reid please!” Marissa beggs as she tries to roll over.

“Fine, but you owe me a coffee tomorrow morning.”

“Whatever you say, bad boy.” Reid rolled his eyes as he lift his hands off from Marissa’s stomach, moving back as she lift herself up from the ground.

“Marissa, can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah sure.” She then readjusts her blouse.

“Why is it that you hate Meadows so much, if I may ask?”

“Oh hun, there are so many reasons of why.”

“Can you tell me a reason?”

“Well, it was our freshman year of high school and it’s semester finals. We both had Geometry together and she told me she needed major help. I was the smartest student in the class so of course I’d do it because at the time, she was my best friend. Now we take the finals and I help her cheat, but then we go on winter vacation, and we get our test results back. I got a zero and in the gradebook it said I had cheated on the test. We come back from vacation and I find out that Meadows lied and said cheated off of her. So that’s just ONE reason of why the Bitch can go die in a fire and fall off a tall cliff.”

“My god.” Reid responds, shocked that someone like Meadows would do something cruel to his girl. “I didn’t know. Had I knew what she did to you, I wouldn’t have accepted her invitation.”

“Yeah well I saw how excited your friends were and i thought maybe we could just have some fun, but I should’ve know. Anything within a five mile radius of that girl immediately loses all things pure inside it.”

“Well yea. My first college party ended with me getting punched by Kyle Hodges.”

“Which is exactly my point haha.”

The two continue to laugh just as Marissa took notice of the little bruise right by Reid’s lip.

“I’m so sorry for what happened to you babe.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like it could look any worse.”

“I still feel like I could’ve stepped in sooner, maybe he wouldn’t have hit you or Kristy.”

“No, I think you did a great job taking care of him, especially when you threaten to rip his genitals off. That would piss his pants from then on.”

“Haha! Well what can I say, I'm good at what I do.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, you are.” Just as they laugh at the thought of Kyle wetting his pants, they suddenly leaned close together as if something was drawing them close to each other. They almost had that hypnotizing gaze in their eyes.

“S-so.”

“Yes?” “I-I, you know what? I-think I forgot what I was going to say.” “Me too.” Reid’s eyes continues to linger on Marissa’s. He felt tired, on the verge of closing his eyes. He wasn’t so sure if the party party made him all worn out or if he was just full from the ice cream they just snack on. He blinked for a moment and the next thing he knew he felt his lips press against hers. Marissa dropped her bag of chips and let herself get lost in the kiss as she ran her fingers through his hair. They slowly pull away from the kiss as Reid looks down on the carpeted floor.

“Uh-uhm, about that, I-”

“Don’t worry about it. But i want to keep going, only i-if you want to.”

Reid nods in response as he leans over to kiss Marissa once again. He then placed a hand over the exposed skin of her waist as they passionately kiss. Marissa then slides her hands under Reid’s shirt and lightly grazes his skin with her nails, causing Reid to giggle a bit. The couple lifted themselves up from the floor and onto the edge of the bed where Marissa pulled Reid on top of her. The two stand upright on their knees as Reid placed both of his hands on her waist. He then slid his hands up Marissa’s shirt, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the side.

“L-like what you see?” She murmured into his lips, taking notice of the pink laced bra she had on, as well as the soft curves on her body.

“Yeah, I do.” He whispered, caressing the soft curves as he nips down to her neck and chest.

Once again Marissa puts her hand under Reid’s shirt, only for her to unbutton it and pull it off of his arms. Discarding his shirt, Marissa gently brushed her hand against Reid’s bare chest. “I get it, I don’t have the defined abs that other guys have.”

“I don’t care, I like you for you.” The two smiled on as they continue to kiss, feeling the sweet pleasure coming on as they start taking off their pants.

 At, the same time, Will roamed around the inside of the campus pools as he and JJ decided to ditch the party in favor of taking a late night dip in the swimming pools. Though Will was having second thoughts about it.

“Jennifer, are you sure about this?”

“Yea why not! It could be fun!”

“I know, it’s just that it’s pretty late. Besides, what if we get caught?”

“Everyone is asleep in their dorms, relax.” JJ stripped into her bra and underwear before diving into the pool, hopping up and down into the water as she playfully splashes the water. “Come Will, jump in. Unless you’re scared.” She teases, giving him a wry smile. Will was silent for a moment, though after a little encouragement, he then starts to strip down into his boxers, and jumps into the pool, much to JJ’s delight.

  Back at Meadows’ party, Garcia was sitting on a couch drinking a beer, listening to the thumping of the music when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Courtney, is that yo-”

“Hi Garcia.” Says Luke as he sits next to her.

“Oh, it’s you.” She pouts. “Whatever happened to your date you were talking to earlier?” “Oh, well after everything that happened earlier, she decided to go back to her dorm.”

“Oh, I see. You didn’t want to go with her?”

He shook his head. “Nah.”

“Oh, it seemed like you REALLY liked her.” Luke then chuckled at her response. “What, what’s so funny? Don’t you like her?”

“I mean she’s fun to hang out with, but i don’t really like her like that.”

“Oh, I see. So why are you here?”

“I figured that you might need some company with everyone else gone. Whatever happened to your friend who was with you?”

“She got tired, so she left.”

“I see.” The two look on as they see several people slow dance on the dancefloor, including Tara and Emily.

“Umm, I really came over here to ask you to dance with me.”

“W-what?”

“Would you like to dance with me?”

“I-I, uh sure.” Garcia then grab Luke’s hand as they make their way on the dancefloor. She then rest her head on his shoulder while they dance and smiled.

[thorne93]

What Are We Gonna Do? (Part 16 - FINAL)

Prompt: Imagine that you’re Spencer Reid’s wife, and you get the news of his arrest in Mexico. But you’ve been keeping something from him and the team. How will it affect Spencer?

Word Count: 1163

Warnings: Language, violence, anger, drama, angst

Notes: This picks up right at the beginning of Season 12, episode 13. Spoilers from here till then. Thanks to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​

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Waking, you were in the hospital. Spencer was right next to you as you woke up.

 “Hey,” he said gently.

 “Hi.”

 “Look, Y/N,” he started but you glared at him.

“You wish it were yours? You wish she was your wife? Really? Are you fucking kidding me?” you asked, enraged. Your memories were quickly coming back.

 “Y/N, it’s not true. You know that.”

 “Do I? These last three months have been a god damn nightmare, Spencer. And do you know why?”

 “Because I went to Mexico?”

 “Because you lost faith...You lost faith that your mom would be okay, you lost faith in me, the justice system, all of it. And I had to pick up the slack, all of it. All by myself.”

 “I know, and I am so sorry you had to deal with that.” He leaned forward and held your hand but it didn’t feel right. “I’m going to do everything I can to make it up to you.”

 “How can you possibly make any of this up?” you asked.

 He pursed his lips. “First off, none of that was true. And me impregnating Cat wasn’t real. So, tell me what’s left. Please? I know I was horrible while I was in prison. But...Maybe we can move forward.”

 “How?” you asked desperately. “How can we possibly move past all of this? You danced with her, you let her wear the watch I gave her, you played her game a little too well...” You huffed a sigh as you stared at him.

 He thought for a moment. “Before I left for Mexico, did you love me?”

 “Don’t be stupid,” you said angrily, crossing your arms.

 “Y/N,” he chastised, wanting you to just answer the question.

 You sighed. “Of course I did.”

 “And after, what changed?”

 “You were in jail.”

 “But why?”

 “For getting your mom drugs to help her.”

 “And what was I charged with?”

 “Nadie Ramos murder? Spence, what does this have to do with anything?”

 “My point is, the only thing that changed was false accusations towards me. Now, that day you saw me in Mexico, that very first day, you were hysterical and the angriest I’d ever seen you.”

 “And? I was pissed for what they were doing to you. You didn’t deserve it. I knew you were being framed.”

 “Exactly. And now, is anything different?”

 Reluctantly, you admitted, “Nothing.”

 “Precisely. The only thing that’s changed is your perspective on me. Please don’t let what Cat and Lindsey did to you and me destroy us, otherwise they win.”

 You nodded. “You’re right. I love you.”

 “Thank you.” He leaned up and kissed you.

 “How is the baby?” you asked suddenly, your hand on your stomach. It just dawned on you that he’d never touched the small baby bump. This was the first time he had a chance to.

 “Well, we don’t know,” he admitted. We’re waiting on the doctor.”

 “Oh,” you said, worried instantly. “So we don’t know if it’s okay?”

 Spence frowned and shook his head. “But I’m sure everything is fine,” he assured.

 “You didn’t see me for three months. I barely ate, I barely slept, I didn’t eat healthy. I wasn’t exactly good on this baby…” Your hand ran on your stomach, terrified that you’d lost it. What if your behavior caused you to lose your first child? You’d never forgive yourself.

 Just then, a doctor entered the room.

 “Oh, look who’s awake! Hello Dr. Reid, I’m Dr. Thomas.”

 “Hello, Dr. Thomas,” you greeted as you shook his hand. “Is my baby okay?”

 “Well that’s what I came into tell you. It isn’t perfectly fine. It looks like it’s been malnourished and it’s a little behind in its growth.”

 “But...it’s okay?” you asked again.

 “We’re going to keep you for a while and give you a feeding tube and constant IV fluids to get the little one’s growth back to where we’d like it. We’re also going to inject some prenatal vitamins daily, as you didn’t seem to have any in your blood stream.”

 “And after all that, it’ll all be okay?”

 “Yes. I think within a week, you’ll be okay to return home. You’re very lucky.”

 “Thank you, doctor,” you said quietly as he left and turned to Spence. “I’m so sorry, Spence,” you said, tears spilling over. What had you done to your baby?

 “Hey, shh, no you’re fine!” Spence got up and kissed your forehead. “You’ll be fine. The baby will be fine.”

 “But...you heard him, they’re malnourished. I’m going to be an awful mother. I already am.” You started sobbing.

 “No, you were thrown into an awful situation,” Spence tried.

 “I bet Cat’s baby is healthy,” you remarked, pissed off.

 “Cat has nothing to do but sit in a cell all day. She doesn’t have someone she loves in jail.”

 You smiled at him sorrowfully. “You’re not mad?”

 “No! I could never be mad at you, my love.” He leaned up and kissed you.

 After a few hours, Spence gave the greenlight to let everyone into your room. Everyone poured in at once. Garcia and JJ both had flowers and balloons. Rossi had liquor for Spencer and a spa gift card for you to use when you got out. Emily brought in some food. Walker and Luke brought in teddy bears.

 “How's the baby?” “Are you alright?” “How are you feeling?” “Have you thought of a name?”

 Questions were hurled at you as you and Spence laughed.

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A year seemed to escape you and Spence. After one week in the hospital, you were released to go home. The FBI gave you medical leave for the stress put on you and your baby and Spence, so you got some much needed alone time. You re-hired a new live in nurse for Diana and she was doing better. Once the medical leave was up though, you weren’t sure you wanted to return. You loved the FBI. You loved your job. But now, with the little one almost here, your life was about her. After what happened to Spence, you realized your child didn’t need two parents with scary jobs. You decided to quit the FBI and go into therapy full time, of course, that was after one year off with the baby.

 Aurora Rose was born at a healthy 8 lbs and 2 oz. The team had given you a proper baby shower while you were first on medical leave from the FBI, getting more than you needed from the team.

 As for you and Spence, you were better than ever. Aurora Rose was just two months old but he took off paternity leave for a few weeks and the time home with you and the baby was amazing. It was just what the doctor ordered.

However, you did have a score to settle. Shortly after Aurora Rose was born, you made a visit to the women’s correctional facility.

“Hello, Cat,” you greeted as you sat down. Somehow, your anger was entirely in check. You didn’t want to bash her face in the metal table…too much.

“Dr. Reid,” she responded with a blank face. “What do I owe the pleasure? Wondering why I’m still in your husband’s head? Does he say my name when you make love and you wanna know why?” She leaned forward and you just smiled at her.

“No, Cat, my husband doesn’t give you a second thought. I know that must eat you up inside. Knowing that you lost twice to him. Knowing that you don’t occupy a thought in his head. Knowing that he won.”

“You know, this is bold. I got to him twice before, I could do it again.”

“Well, that might be true. It would be quite hard to find a guard or another inmate willing to help you, but on the off chance that could happen, you won’t get that far.”

“Why is that?” she wondered.

“Because, I have a daughter now, and after the hell you put my family through, I won’t let you do that again.”

“And just how would you stop me?”

“Well, first off, if you were even successful, if you did win another game, it would be two for three for us, and even if you won, it would still devour you inside out that you lost twice in the first place.”

She just stared at you, a glint of anger flashing in your eyes and you swallowed it as if it were air to you.

“Secondly, you were able to do your dirty work outside the prison, what makes you think I can’t do the same from the outside?”

“Hah, you couldn’t do that, you’re a fed. No one would help you.”

“I’m not any more,” you answered with a bit of a grin.

“Doesn’t matter, you couldn’t kill anyone.”

“Oh, I can’t? I think you’re mistaking me for my husband. See, he’s always morally upstanding, and I love him for that. Me? Not so much. If I have the chance to put a bullet between someone’s eyes, someone's psychopathic, twisted mind like yours, I wouldn’t hesitate.”

“You couldn’t kill me. You might think you could but you can’t.”

“Are you absolutely positive about that?” you wondered with a daring look. “Are you absolutely sure I haven’t paid one of the workers to slip something extra in your food? Are you sure I haven’t promised freedom to one of the inmates if they beat you until you bleed from your eyes? Are you sure I haven’t pushed for your freedom, just so I can come to you when you least expect it and kill you with my own hands?”

“You don’t have it in you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, dear. You hurt people because it’s fun to you, it’s a game. And people who play games always tire of them, at some point, eventually. Me? I’ll hurt someone because I fucking need to,” you said with a dark tone. “If I even think that you’re going to come after my husband, me, or god forbid, my child, you won’t live to see the light of day. Just know, I can get to you inside or outside of these four walls. You’ll live the rest of your days wondering when it will happen...when your last day will be.”

She smirked as you stood up.

“I was wrong, you know,” she suddenly said, as you back was turned. “You’re more like me than I could ever imagine, I thought it was Spencey, but I was wrong.”

You turned and smiled at her. “Why do you think he loves me? We’re so much alike, you and I. It’s no wonder he played your game and worked with you, was okay seducing you...It was like he was working me.”

The look on her face was satisfaction enough.

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Life was good. You had your mother in law, your newborn baby, with bittersweet feelings you left a stressful job to help people in a few months, and your husband was supportive, patient, and perfect. Whenever issues arose though, you often found yourself still asking, “What are we gonna do?”

 But Spence always answered, “What we do best, face it together.”