#sitting there not talking when I am normally annoying and loud. hoping I don't get called on

[smarterthantheaverageloser]

In the class straight banging it. And by it I mean. My head against the wall

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Kinktober Day 21: Teasing

What Happens in Vegas

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, public sex (kinda)

Word Count: ~1.1k

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It's not the first time you've been out with Elvis, but it's the first time you've brought him to the hotel in Vegas where you normally dance. You've taken the week off to be with him, but he wanted to go to the show and he isn't really a man to be argued with. 

You first sit at a table side by side, but people keep bothering you for pictures, so you move to a smaller table sitting across from each other in a darker part of the room. From here, he can see the dancers, but no one can really see him. That’s fine by you until you realize how much he is watching the other girls. You know better than to expect that you're the only girl he's seeing. He's Elvis Presley. But you had kinda hoped that when he was with you, he would be with you, so when he's openly ogling the dancers on stage, you start to get a little annoyed. 

The first thing you do is order a drink with a cherry in it. When he finally does look at you, you roll the cherry around on your lips and tongue as he talks. He quickly loses his train of thought, stuttering and stumbling over words. But before too long he's back to staring at the girls. 

You think to yourself that it's time to switch tactics, so the next time he looks at you to speak, you settle your breasts against the table and squeeze your arms together. Your dress is sinfully low cut and doing this pushes your breasts up so high that he can almost see the tops of your nipples. This time he stops talking completely and has to remind himself to close his mouth. 

“Honey, what are you doin’?!” You look at him with your eyes wide and innocent. 

“What do you mean?” He groans and looks away again, but you're not about to be discouraged. You look around for something else to tease him with and then realize the table is small. You can easily reach him with your foot. 

Slipping off your heel, you snake your stocking-covered toes up his leg to his thigh. He whips his head around to you and gasps, speechless at first. When your little foot finds his clothed member where it always is against his left leg, he damn near screams. 

“Honey?!”

“Oh, I'm sorry, am I distracting you from watching the girls?”

“Little bit. What do you think you're doing?” He whimpers as you start to stroke him with your toes. He’s already pretty hard from your earlier antics and the stage full of half-naked women. “Baby…”

“You want me to stop?”

“Yes.” He mutters half-heartedly as his eyes are closed and he's biting his bottom lip. It doesn't look like he really does. You continue to move your toes on him where he's fully hard now. 

“That's too bad. You should've been paying more attention to me.”  

He whimpers as you stroke him with a little more pressure. You know he loves your feet. He's said it about a hundred times and it's not the first time you've had your toes on his cock.

“Honey, please. I'll s-stop. Just… oh…” He moans softly as you squeeze him a little. 

Just then, the waitress comes by to check and see if you need any more drinks. He answers in a strained voice as you move your foot on him a little faster. 

“Nope! We're doing just… fine…” He says the last part through gritted teeth and she looks at you both strangely before walking away. 

“Damn it, honey, if you don't stop-”

“What? What will you do?” He groans loudly and leans his head back with his eyes closed. The people at the next table glare at him for making such a loud noise. He smiles at them awkwardly and gestures that they should look back up at the stage. 

“Honey!! Goddamnit stop!” 

“You gonna stare some more at the bouncing tits on stage?” You pout and use the space between your big toe and second toe to pump him. 

“No! I'm gonna look at your tits and yours alone.” He hisses. 

“You sure about that?” You're moving your foot on him pretty good now with the perfect amount of pressure and speed. Sweat droplets have started to form on his forehead and he's biting his knuckle to try to stay quiet. 

“Yes, now please, stop!” You click your tongue and shrug. 

“Oh, I dunno, this is fun.” His dick twitches between your toes and you smirk. Then his hips buck and he looks at you in a panic. 

“Fuck. Honey. If you don't stop right now I'm gonna cum right here at this table.” You can tell by the look in his eyes that he's not joking or just trying to get you to stop. You've pushed him too far and it's already almost too late. 

He can't very well walk out of there with a cumstain on his pants, so you look around the table frantically as he whimpers. You'd stop, but it might actually be painful at this point, so instead you toss him your napkin. He grabs it, rips his pants open under the table and cums hard into the black cloth. You try very hard to suppress a giggle as he leans all the way forward and puts his forehead on the tablecloth. 

“Fuck, honey.” He grumbles, grunting. 

“I'm sorry…” You whisper, trying to keep the laughter out of your voice. He sits up and looks at you with his eyes wide. 

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this now?! I can't leave it here?!” 

“Oh, shit.” You look at each other in stunned silence for a few seconds before you hand him your purse. “Put it in there.”

“Really?” 

“What choice do we have?!” It's just then that the absurdity of the situation dawns on him and he starts laughing as he takes your purse and stuffs the napkin inside it. 

“Oh, honey, that one kinda backfired on you, didn't it?” He can't stop laughing now as he hands your purse back to you. 

“Oh hush.” You crinkle your nose and look at your little bag. “You owe me a purse.”

“Don't worry, honey. After that, I'll buy you ten purses. Let's get out of here. I'm tired of these girls anyway.” You smile at him as he stands up next to the table. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You're the only one I really wanna look at anyway. You and those pretty little feet.”

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[limbuscompanysituations]

Would love to hear how the sinners are when they are hungover?

(Totes not asking because I am nursing my own hangover rn)

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I hope you have healed from your hangover, raccoon pal!

Faust: she is never hungover, pft. What? You think a genius such as her would ever succumb to something as silly as a hangover? She knows her limits. She is definitely not hungover, she's only a little slower than usual because she's deep in thought about some complicated experiment. And those five aspirins she took in one go are also part of that experiment. Stop asking silly questions.

Yi Sang: He threw up the moment he woke up. He threw up after taking painkillers. He drank a little bit of water and threw up again. Right now his face is greenish pale. Maybe they should take him to a medical office... The others try their best to keep him hydrated so he can heal from that pesky hangover. It still takes him an entire day to go back to normal.

Don Quixote: She never wakes up hungover. She's as loud as ever and it kills the other sinners who are nursing their own headaches. Couple hours after she woke up it finally hits her and she collapses somewhere and sleeps for six hours straight. Then she wakes up as thirsty as a camel.

Ryoshu: She's prone to great violence at the smallest noise. Everybody's walking on eggshells the moment they see she has a hangover. She doesn't smoke for a couple hours and is much quieter than the usual.

Ishmael: She's miserable the whole day, even after her headache has gotten much better. Her upset stomach doesn't let her eat much. She takes it easy.

Heathcliff: He's cursing people left and right, and just like Ryoshu, he's prone to violence at the smallest noises. It's all bark and no bite though, picking up his bat makes his headache worse for some reason. Completely forgets he needs to hydrate so it gets better and ends up spending a whole day hungover.

Meursault: Knows he has to hydrate, takes painkillers and controls what meals he will have through the day. Heals in a matter of a couple hours and is back to being a productive member of society. Everybody is jealous of him.

Hong Lu: He said that you only get hungover if you stop drinking and tried to take a shot of liquor at breakfast. The other sinners stopped him and made him sit down, eat a light meal, take painkillers and keep hydrated. He pouted through it all but resigned himself to his fate. Secretly loving being pampered a little bit, even if everybody is annoyed at him.

Outis: She's so cranky she sounds like an old woman... wait, she is an old woman. Everybody is annoyed at her and wants her to quit yapping, but she will yap at the slightest mistake. The sinners are secretly waiting for Ryoshu to get annoyed at her enough to cut her tongue or something. Nobody wants things to turn to violence, of course, because it's always a bother when it happens. However, for this one case, they will make an exception.

Sinclair: As unexpected as it is, he doesn't really have much trouble with hangovers. An aspirin, a bottle of water and a little peace and quiet and he will be back to his anxious usual self.

Rodion: It takes a lot for her to be hungover. When she finally hits that limit, the next day she will be quieter than usual and will keep asking everybody to talk less. She will also complain about how loud the entire bus is, and even ask Charon to turn the engine off for a second. She will steal the nearest person's aspirins and water and justify it by saying she needs them more.

Gregor: Oh he's so miserable. He leans back on his seat with his eyes shut tight, occasionally groaning when the bus goes through a lump on the road. He's absolutely out of it. Don't even try to make him get into a fight. He's taking double aspirins every hour or so and hasn't touched a cig the whole day. The water bottle is his best friend right now.

[tearsofmilfs]

Stone Cold.

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Summary: You and Emily have been dating for over 2 years but that all ends when out of nowhere she breaks up with you. This is your journey of trying to get over her and finding out the reason for the break up in the time of around 2 months. 

Warnings: angst, little to no comfort, bad writing, swearing, 

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x Gn!reader, Emily Prentiss x JJ, platonic!Penelope Garcia x Gn!reader

Word count: around 3k words

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes or if this moves too fast I am fairly new to writing. 

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Stone cold, stone cold

You see me standing, but I'm dying on the floor

After Emily broke up with you, you were a wreck for days. You asked Hotch for some time off and he, unhappily, gave you two weeks off without pay. You knew that he didn’t like being a member short especially if you had a case, but it was an emergency. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Everything was going fine until a month ago when she became distant, not answering your non-work calls and texts. It confused you to no end. Ever since you and Emily started dating she always made sure to text you back, to come check on you after work, and to go out for lunch with you. 

All of that was gone, and at first you didn’t think much of it, or maybe you were too scared to ask in case your overthinking thoughts were right this time. 

Then one day, one particularly hard day after a long and tiring case Emily Prentiss showed up at your door. You were confused, but relieved, maybe it was going to go back to normal? Maybe she came to explain her behavior and apologize? Boy were you wrong.

“We need to talk.” Her expression was stone cold, you couldn’t read her. Hell you hardly could on a normal day, but today it was extra hard.

“What-” You cleared your throat when you heard your voice crack. What is it?”

“Better for you if we sit down.” With that she walked into your small apartment, the memories of your happy relationship came flooding into her head. 

As you sat down on the couch you noticed her linger next to the photos of the two of you on the beach, during your vacation. A soft smile gracing her lips made you less worried. All thoughts about her needing to break up with you left you, and you sat there waiting on her with ease.

“This is not something that is easy to do, and I hope you don’t hate me…” Emilys voice faltered at the end of the sentence. Picking up her gaze from the floor she eyed your face with guilt. 

With a small smile you let out a chuckle. “I’m sure I won't, love.” 

“And I’m sure you will.” Echoed in Emilys’ head as she let out a breath, sitting down next to you. “I… I don’t love you anymore.”

Your heart rate picked up as you stared at her with your eyes wide open, both in shock and hurt. You didn’t know what to do exactly, do you cry? Scream? Beg for her to stay? Get angry with her? No one prepared you for this moment, and without any pointers you weren’t sure how to act.

“Oh.”

“Oh? I thought- I thought you’d be mad!” She stood up quickly, her face changing from guilty to annoyed. 

“Well what do you want me to do Emily? I can’t control you. You’re your own person.” Shrugging, you kept your eyes on the spot that she had just been occupying. You didn’t hear a reply from her, instead you heard a loud banging sound, notifying you that she had left. 

When you couldn’t hear her angry footsteps anymore you broke down. The love of your life just left you after admitting that she didn’t feel anything for you anymore. 

That day you cried the whole time, you don’t think there was a moment where tears weren’t streaming down your cheeks. 

Stone cold, stone cold

Maybe if I don't cry, I won't feel anymore

When the second week of your temporary leaving started to come to an end you decided to stop. Stop crying. Stop obsessing over Emily. Stop caring. 

You got out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen, wanting to make yourself a good and healthy breakfast. 

After that you took a long and steamy shower, you loved the way it made your muscles relax and temporarily helped you forget about your ex. Your plan was to go out for a run, test your limits, test your drive, your power. 

And that is exactly what you did. You ran 21 kilometers, a half marathon. Which took you around an hour and forty minutes, give or take. By no means were you shitty at sports, but you weren’t really keen on them. Yes, you did work out a lot, but that was only due to the fact that you were obsessed with being in a good shape.

Successfully you managed to not think about Emily Prentiss and her good looks for a whole day. And you started to think that maybe you can do this, maybe you can get over this obstacle in your life and be happy again.

Stone cold, baby

God knows I try to feel

Happy for you

Know that I am, even if I 

Can't understand, 

Finally you were able to go back to your job that you loved dearly, even if a certain person’s name left a bitter taste in your mouth. You were ready to move past that and continue saving lives and kicking ass. 

Just as you stepped into the office you were attacked with a “Welcome Back!” banner and Garcia running towards you with a tray full of colorful cupcakes. You loved her baking, sometimes it could even match Rossi’s, which was a huge compliment. 

“OH! EM! GEE! You’re back my lovely, little pumpkin!” With one hand around you and one hand still holding the pastries, she jumped up a little, not being able to hold in her excitement.

She has been calling you pumpkin since last Halloween when you decided that the best idea is dressing up as a pumpkin. “A hot pumpkin” as Emily said it. Speaking of Emily, your eyes searched the office area but you couldn’t find her. Weird. 

“I heard about everything, and I wanted to apologize that I wasn’t there for you, but we had a big case and it took a toll on me and you said to leave you alone and I did but I wanted to –”

You cut her off by engulfing her into a deep hug, having to lean into her more since you were taller. She was truly one of your best friends, in work and out of work. You wouldn’t know what to do without her.

Clearing your throat you pull away, being back face to face with Penelope handing you the plate with the cupcakes. “I know that you don’t usually eat unhealthy food like this but I think moments like these call for stuff like this. Y’know?’ 

“Thank you babes, you’re an angel. Did y’know that?” Kissing her on the cheek you walked further in, setting all your belongings on the desk, Garcia following you.

“There is something you must know.”

“What is it?”

“Em –”

But she was cut off by Derek yelling out your name from the entrance, his sunglasses on top of his head and his arm around Spencer. The two men smiling widely at you, you guys were close but not as close as you and your little hacker girl.

“It’s been so long, why didn’t you come in sooner?” As per usual Reid looked at you with a very confused gaze, his eyes traveling towards the cupcakes. “Are these yours? You don’t usually eat stuff like this, is everything all right? Did someone die?”

The sweet concern in his voice made you chuckle lowly, standing up as you went to greet the both of them. “Dr. Reid! No one died. I’m just going through some things, nothing major though.”

He nodded and Garcia gave you a knowing look, one that informed you that Emily didn’t tell everyone about the two of you breaking up. Which was so not like her. 

“Hey, have you seen Prentiss? She’s usually one of the first ones here.” Hotch asked while walking towards us from his office, Rossi close behind. The latter gives you a sorrowful look.

“Mmm nope, haven't seen her.” Derek was the first one to speak up, quickly followed by the rest that denied seeing her. 

“Okay well we can’t wait for long, we have a case.” 

Nodding we all walked into the briefing office, sitting down in our seats we waited for JJ to walk in with the remote to the TV while giving us the run down of the case. Seeing as she didn’t appear, Hotch told Pen to present for us. 

After we were done he was basically fuming, with the two girls gone we were down two agents on field and that was a dangerous situation for us to be in. 

“Does anyone know where the hell –”

Loud and happy laughter from the entrance drowned his words out, all of us turning to see who it was. Your heart shattered for the second time in the past month, seeing them so happy, so free. Without any care they stride into this place, arms around each other with visible lipstick marks on the others lips. It all made sense now, and you were a fool for not seeing it earlier.

Either that, or you were so scared that you didn’t want to see it.

I'll take the pain

Give me the truth, me and my heart

We'll make it through

If happy is her, I'm happy for you

“I just want to know how long.”

“How long what?”

“Don’t act dumb Prentiss.” Her name rolled off your tongue with pure venom, your eyes narrowing down at her. “How long have you had feelings for that homewrecker?”

“Don’t.” Rolling her eyes she made a move to walk out of the small room but you stopped her with a small shove.

“No, you don't get to just walk out after you broke my heart. I deserve answers Emily.” You kept your voice a mere whisper but every new word came out with more pressure. 

She sighed heavily, grabbing her head with her hands. You knew that she felt even more guilty than she did that night, but you couldn’t care less. She broke your heart, so she’s in no position of denying you answers. 

“It was… Probably two months ago.”

“Two- Two MONTHS AGO?” 

“Keep your voice down.”

With a scoff you pulled your hand away from her reach as she tried to get a hold of you. “Look, I would’ve understood if you broke up with me the minute you figured out you loved another. But you– you waited two months. Two fucking months Prentiss.” 

Looking at her with disgust you shook your head, not believing any sorry ass excuse that came out of her mouth. “I hope that you’re happy with her.” This time, you left her.

Stone cold, stone cold

You're dancing with her, while I'm staring at my phone

Penelope told you that going out for drinks with the team would brighten you up. But she must’ve forgotten that if she meant team, she also meant Jennifer And Prentiss. So you told her no a million times but finally caved in after she told you that the first two rounds were on her.

“I am going to get laid tonight.”

“And how do you know that?” The blonde looked at me from her seat as she sipped her sweet drink.

“Well it hasn’t been even five minutes and that dark haired woman over there has been eyeing me up and down.”

Pen giggled and looked over where the mentioned girl was sitting. Gasping, she looked back at you and nodded eagerly. “Oh you’re so getting that pussy Pumpkin.” 

“Who’s getting who’s pussy now?” Derek’s deep voice came from behind you which made you jump in surprise. “Sorry.” He patted you on the back as you began to lightly choke.

“Now back to my question, who’s getting laid?”

“This charmer over here.” You blushed while rolling your eyes softly. 

“Eh, it’s not even certain. It’s just that this lady has been staring at me like I’m a piece of meat.”

Derek whooped quietly as he said something along the lines of going to get a drink and find Spencer. 

“I’m telling you, if the doctor won’t hit it, I will.” You laughed at her words as you fell into small gossip in your own, two-person bubble.

Which burst when she left to order another round for the two of you. As you waited, you scanned the small club, your eyes lingering at the woman near the bar that seemed to be now occupied with someone else. Well there goes your choice. 

Moving on your gaze falls onto the dance floor, seemingly being pulled onto the blonde and dark haired woman dancing together. Dancing like there was no tomorrow, moving their bodies like they’re one, not ones to shy away from an accidental intimate touch.

Clenching your jaw, you could feel tears welling up in your eyes. You knew this was a bad idea, and that just proved it. Standing up you brought one of your hands to your eyes to wipe them away as you walked out of the noisy place. Breathing in the fresh air you told yourself that she wasn’t worth it, that you deserved better. But you’d be lying if you said that you believed those words. 

Stone cold, stone cold

I was your amber, but now she's your shade of gold

You noticed that ever since they got together Emily has been so much happier. She’d always come in with a bright smile and two coffees in her hand, sometimes you’d even look up hope stirring in your eyes, thinking that one is for you and all of this was one big nightmare, that is until she walks towards JJ and gives her a quick kiss along with her coffee.

Since the day she broke up with you, you counted that your heart broke approximately fifty-four times in the span of two months. Which is probably not a healthy amount, especially since you told yourself that you were moving on, that you were going to forget about Emily.

It’s easier said than done, because every day when you see the two of them you imagine yourself in her arms. That it’s you who’s making her laugh, causing her to blush profoundly and stare at her phone while biting her lip, cheering her up after a long and tiring case, that it’s your shoulder that she rests her head on. Not her.

Sometimes you couldn’t sleep longer than most nights. And it was only because of one question. One simple question that you never got the answer to. “Why her not me?”

Is she prettier? Funnier? Bolder? More confident? Would she prefer if I had a good up-bringing like JJ? Was she embarrassed of you? Disgusted by you? 

All these questions made you more insecure than before. You started to hide your body more, even on hot days you’d cover every inch of your skin. No one questioned it and when they shot you a look of concern you’d simply look away. If Emily didn’t see you as something beautiful like a diamond or gold, then it meant you weren’t and you had to accept it. 

You would always be simple amber to Emily Prentiss

Unlike Jennifer Jareau who was her gold.

Don't wanna be stone cold, stone

I wish I could mean this, but here's my goodbye

You softly ran your finger across the picture that had the whole team on it. A smile was gracing your lips but your eyes couldn't stop the tears from flowing. That's how you ended up sitting at your desk, crying like a baby. You were so deep into your meltdown that you didn’t hear the frantic feet that moved closer and closer towards you. 

You didn’t recognize the person until they leaned in, your nose catching the perfume you once loved. Emily. 

Pulling yourself up, you wiped the tears that were left on your cheeks as you looked up at her with a fake smile. “Can I help you with anything agent Prentiss?”

“Uhm– Are you okay? You were literally crying not even a second ago.” Before you could reply she gave you a stern look that shut you up. “And don’t even try and lie to me, I know all your tricks.”

“It’s nothing. Really.” You held up your hands when you saw her narrow her eyes at you, giving you the famous “Prentiss when she knows you’re lying” look. Sighing while you put the picture in a box, keeping your head down.

“I requested for a transfer and they agreed. The only person who was supposed to know was Hotch, but I guess you caught me in a bad time.” laughing lightly you tried to steady your breathing, knowing that having another breakdown in front of Emily was not something that you wanted to do. 

“What? What the hell? Why did you do that?”

“What do you mean why? I can’t go to work without being reminded of you, I can’t stand the two of you always snuggling or sharing secret kisses here and there. Always caring for each other even when the moment doesn’t call for it. I–” Taking a deep breath you finally looked into her eyes. “I can’t stand to see the love of my life with another. So this is a goodbye.” 

You stood up slowly, grabbing the box and leaning it against your left hip. Your gaze traveled back to the dark haired woman, catching her already staring at you. Not really knowing what to do, you leaned in planting a soft and brief kiss on her cheek. 

“Goodbye Emily Prentiss.” 

If happy is her. If happy is her. I'm happy for you.

[knizai]

I saw an event from you and decided to write you a request.

I honestly don't know where to start. But I want to say that my name will be "Freya", because I feel a little uneasy when I see my real name and and in general to see myself as an mc in story.

In short, can I ask you to make a mini-fanfic with Fukuzawa, because I really miss him in my life(((

Freya and Fukuzawa have been friends since they were 13 y.o. (+there was also Fukuchi, but that's not important). And, obviously, they have experienced a lot together and seen each other through all their begginings. (btw, they are that one duo where one is energetic, sarcastic and clingy, and the other is sullen and quiet)

The events unfold on Fukuzawa's birthday, in which the Agency decided to throw a corporate party in honor of their director. And everything was going well until Fukuzawa decided to leave the office for a while and go to his own office to do his own business and so on. This is how he ran into Freya, who had just entered the agency building and wanted to give him a gift.

Surprisingly for Fukuzawa, Freya was quite quiet considering her annoying 24/7 personality. They're having a normal conversation. Freya gives him a gift and gives him the typical congratulations until she talks about their paths in life and tells Fukuzawa that she's glad that he was able to change his life for the better. And then she kisses him on the cheek (and then there's a lipstick mark left).

Then you can think of and add more to suit your own taste and color.

Their trope shortly is "friends to lovers." But in reality, they're friends "with benefits" who are on the verge of lovers, but they're like brakes.

P.s I AM VERY ASHAMED OF THIS REQUEST, SO YOU CAN FEEL FREE TO NOT ACCEPT IT

Roses 'n' kisses DIS IS SOOO KYUTE!!! I am so honored to write this for you omgieee! There is no need to be embarrassed ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I love how detailed this is ! It's amazing! I hope this lives up to your standards! Also congrats on being my first-ever request ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

Fukuzawa walked the halls of his agency building, the sound of his footsteps echoed through the halls while people walked back and forth through the door. It was rare for him to get some time alone. The sound of chatting and giggling echoed throughout the halls from the office he had left minutes ago. Soon, he reached his office door, opened it, and entered the room. There, he saw a figure and stopped to stare, not expecting anyone to be there. He soon recognized the person as his longtime friend, Freya, with her lips pursed into a small smile. But Freya was silent, this was unusual as she was normally a very loud and eccentric self. It took a moment for him to notice how different she was, her usual lively and talkative nature nowhere to be seen, her eyes fixed on him. Fukuzawa paused for a second, his thoughts racing through his mind about why she was being unusually silent. "Freya, what brings you here?" She gave a gentle smile while clutching a gift, but her expression still seemed different. For a brief moment, her eyes seemed almost sad, yet she spoke with a gentle voice. "Can we chat?" Fukuzawa stared for a moment as he walked to his desk and sat down. "Of course, we can.." he replied calmly, even if he felt a little unnerved by her sudden change in demeanor. He was used to her energetic, chaotic nature, and her silence worried him. She walked closer, sitting down in the chair across from him, placing the gift on his desk. She took a breath before looking at him again, her eyes conveying emotions of sadness, even if she did her best to mask it. Fukuzawa stared, noticing her sadness even if she tried to hide it. He stayed silent, not wanting to interrupt her, and waited for her to speak, staring at the gift she placed on the desk, guessing it was for his birthday that everyone was partying about downstairs. She sighed again and looked down, her hands clenched in her lap as if to stop herself from fidgeting too much. Her lips trembled for a moment before speaking again. "We've been friends for a long time, right?" Fukuzawa paused, the sudden question catching him slightly off guard. He was concerned for her, considering her unusual behavior, but he replied, "Yes.. we have. We've known each other since we were teens. Why do you ask?" She hesitated for a second, almost as if she couldn't find the words for it, but looked up to meet his gaze. "I… wanted to say that I'm proud of you for how you've changed.." Her voice was barely a whisper almost, but her eyes conveyed sincerity as she spoke. His expression of worry slightly eased, her words touching his heart deeply, the sincerity in her eyes comforting him. He nodded and gave a gentle smile. "Thank you.." he replied softly. Her expression still conveyed a sense of sadness as her body tensed. She looked away for a moment before looking back at him, her words soft and vulnerable "Fukuzawa…I wish something more happened between us, you know?"Fukuzawa's expression shifted to a mix of surprise and something else he didn't quite understand. His gaze lingered on her, her sudden vulnerability affecting him. He couldn't deny the years of friendship between them, the bond they had grown. He leaned forward a little, the silence hanging in the air before he replied. "Freya…I've thought about it too.." She suddenly leaned in, and gently but nervously, kissed him on the cheek before pulling away. The light pressure and the feeling of her soft lips on his cheek lingered, the faint red mark left behind by her lipstick a reminder of the brief, unexpected gesture. Fukuzawa froze for a moment, taken aback by the sudden kiss as the air around them grew a little tense. The lipstick mark still remained on his cheek, a small reminder of her emotions. He reached his hand up to touch the mark, his gaze locking on hers. The room was silent, neither of them speaking, the weight of the kiss on the cheek lingered in the air. Freya broke the silence, her voice hushed. "I… I feel really strongly about you.." her expression still conveyed her hesitation. Fukuzawa slowly processed her words, feeling.

[gaybananabread]

(Hi again) Srry- can u do a lee!Nezha and Ler!Mei I got them mixed up arry, have a good day :>

Mmmm I love this show! Nezha got so much screentime recently, I can finally get a good feel for his character! It's a bit short, writer's block has come for me. (-_-) Hope this isn't too OOC, Enjoy!

Lee: Nezha

Ler: Mei

Summary: Nezha is brooding, as per usual. When he makes one too many quips towards Mei, she takes things into her own hands to cheer him up.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

Nezha, as per usual, was grumpy. His signature frown on his face, he stared out the window, mulling over the plan in his head. He knew Wukong was crazy, but this... They have a very real chance of dying. That, as much as he hates to admit it, scares him. He almost died in the last fight, and he had the Jade Emporer's army assisting him. Now all he has is this... rag-tag band of friendly newbie-heros and their crazy mentors.

Mei walks in on his brooding session, sighing when she sees him. This boy can never just relax, can he? She walks over, speaking loudly to get his attention.

"Hey princy, why're you brooding?" Nezha huffed when he heard her voice, closing his eyes. Goodbye, relative peace.

"Why must you always be so nosy?" She gasps dramatically, feinging offense. It was rather noisy, in his opinion. "...And loud?"

Mei crossed her arms, expecting the annoyed answer. "I don't know, maybe because I care that you're upset, and that nobody is just naturally that grumpy. I'll ask again, what's bugging you?"

His response is snarky and curt, keeping his eyes on the window. "You're 'bugging' me with your incessant yapping. I'm **fine**, dragon horse girl. I am Nezha, the third lotus prince. I need no help, especially not that of a nosy mortal."

She scoffs, sitting down beside him. "Listen, Nezha. I know too many people with issues to believe that you're fine. It's okay to have emotions, but it's not okay to bottle them up. You'll feel better if you talk about it."

Nezha rolls his eyes. The girl might have a point, but he's an immortal being. He has lived her lifespan many thousands of times over. How could she possibly help him?

"I'd feel better if you *stopped* talking about it. Actually, just stop talking all together."

"Oho, that is *it!*" Mei launched herself at the prince, being mindful of his wounds. Due to the surprise and injuries, she had him pinned in seconds.

He thrashed around, not able to move much due to the injuries. He also didn't want to hurt the girl, as much as he might vocalize it. Wukong would kill him. "What the- get off me, mortal!"

"Neh, I don't think I will. You're all crabby and broody, way more than normal. I think you need an attitude adjustment." She brought a hand to his torso, tapping her fingers on his belly. He huffed, trying not to flinch at the gentle touch.

Not this fuzzy nonsense. Wukong had shown him this crazy mortal ritual before. It was unfortunately very effective on him. He yanked at his arms, feeling a nagging pain in his side when he did so. So much for the mighty lotus prince...

Mei saw the pained expression and relaxed her hold, just enough for him to move but not escape. "I'm not gonna be mean, Nezha. You need to smile man, all this moping is getting sad. I'll go slow, okay?"

The prince scoffed, but didn't say no. He was honestly feeling pretty bad, it would be decent to laugh it off. He hoped the girl would take the hint. The feeling is mildly unpleasant, but he needs to forget about the mission for a moment.

She took his silence as a yes. With a chuckle, Mei gently skittered across his belly, carefully avoiding his injuries. Anyone with eyes could tell he needed a distraction. Lucky for him, she knew exactly how to help.

At first, Nazha bit his lip, refusing to make any noise. He agreed, but that doesn't mean he would make it easy for her. He has a reputation to protect, after all.

It doesn't phase her, she kinda expected him to be a challenge. More fun for her. Keeping her promise, Mei took things slow, moving her hand to lightly scribble at his uninjured ribs.

This broke him. Small, poorly repressed giggles slipped past his defenses. The lotus prince squirmed, knowing it wouldn't do him any good. He slowly let his guard down as more giggles bounced out of him. "Mhmehehe! Noho!"  His cheeks gained a pink tint as he "fought" the feeling.

Mei tried not to coo at the sight, keeping her teasing to a minimum. He's injured, best not to kill him. She smirked down at him, speeding up the tickling. "You're actually pretty cute when you aren't sassing me."

"Qu-quihihiet, mohortal!" Nezha started to squirm more, acting like he was against the tickles. Who he was pretending for is unknown. He doesn't mind the feeling exactly, and it was helping to keep his mind off the upcoming battle.

It was quite the sight. The ever-grumpy Nezha, squirming and giggling while pinned down by a mortal. Mei wished she had her phone on her.

As much as she was enjoying the giggling, Mei had yet to hear actual laughter. Inching her hand upwards, she slowly made her way to his armpit. Before she could get there, Nezha yelped and tried to twist away from her fingers. Bingo.

She had found his sweet spot. Right under his armpit, at the top of his ribcage. Nezha, who had been strangely unresponsive this whole time, started to babble out protests. Mei promised to he gentle, but a few seconds on the spot wouldn't kill him...

"Wahait- nononohOHOHOHO!" The prince kicked and squirmed, the sudden intense feeling more than he could ever prepare for. Loud, almost happy laughter poured from his mouth, nose scrunched up and eyes shut tight. Anyone who walked in on the scene would have melted at the sight. He looked... like he was enjoying himself, to a degree.

Mei allowed herself to coo this time, smiking down at him. "This is actually adorable. I should've done this way sooner, who knew you'd be so ticklish!" The word sent a flurry of butterflies loose in his stomach, bouncing around with the laughter and shocks to his nervous system.

Nezha's mind was practically goop. And, if he's being honest, he didn't mind it. It felt nice to just let himself go, to stop worrying about all little details of everything and just laugh. He trusted Mei, and could finally relax a bit.

This continued on for a few minutes. Mei scribbling along his ribs, drilling in on that dreaded spot every so often. Nezha just existing in the moment, enjoying the odd comfort the feeling brought. It was a nice way to unwind before the big fight.

Unbeknownst to them both, Wukong sat up in the rafters, taking plenty of pictures. He wouldn't be cruel, but a quick text to the right people would help the broody prince relax in the future. Maybe he'd even crack a smile every once in a while. Only one way to find out...

[incendio22]

FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Chapter 14: A Cold Shoulder

I don't know what to expect from our relationship after last night's kiss in the Forbidden Forest. Neither do I know how to act around him. However, I did not expect to see him laughing with the gorgeous Ravenclaw-girl clinging onto his arm. As I enter the Charms classroom I have to control myself in order not to let my jaw drop to the floor.

I sit down next to Ominis without saying a word. I can't take my eyes off Sebastian, who seems to be living his best life and has completely forgotten about our evening together. As class starts, I can feel his eyes burning on me. I don't understand what's going on. First he doesn't even look my way and now he can't take his eyes off of me? I start writing on the assignment and do not even care to try and catch his stare. Ominis seems to notice how upset I am.

''Everything alright?'' He asks in a soft voice.

''Yes, why wouldn't it be?' I ask him back.

''Your energy just seems off.'' He tells me kindly. ''You're normally the kind of person who lightens the mood, but not today.''

''I'm just stressed over the assignments. And nervous before my first quidditch game on Saturday.'' I tell him, trying to lighten my mood but hoping that he can no longer sense how upset I am.

''Ah, Slytherin versus Hufflepuff. It's going to be an easy win.'' He smiles kindly. ''So this has nothing to do with Sebastian and Milena?''

''Who's Milena?'' I ask him, suspecting that he's referring to the girl from Ravenclaw.

''The girl from Ravenclaw who loves spending time with him.'' Ominis explains. ''However, I don't think he's enjoying her company as much.''

''Why's that?'' I ask him.

''I've known Sebastian for a long time. He is the oldest friend I have, so I'd say I know him pretty well.'' Ominis sounds as if he's going to tell me a secret. He lowers his voice. ''And trust me when I say, that man will not stop talking about you. Frankly, it's rather annoying. No offence to you, but I'm growing rather tired of hearing about you constantly.''

It's almost as if my heart lights up. The dark cloud that was hanging over me earlier seem to have disappeared within the blink of an eye. I cannot blame Ominis for being annoyed with Sebastian, but me on the other hand, is absolutely thrilled to hear that he actually talks about me. Despite all of our conversations and events that have happened, I cannot get rid of the feeling telling me that it's all in my head. That he's just being a good friend. That my feelings are one-sided.

The weekend arrives and it's time for the quidditch match. The only time I have been more nervous lately was when I was meeting Sebastian for our first date. It's snowing and the frost has bitten the nature all around the quidditch field. It looks dreamy afar, but for someone who needs to be out in the freezing nature its dreaminess fades. The sun is shining, making the thin cover of ice on the Black Lake shimmer.

''Our practice will not go to waste!'' Imelda is trying to give the team a pep talk as we're approaching the quidditch field. ''Do you hear me?''

Everyone responds 'yes' in a choir, terrified of what might happen if we stay silent. She turns around, facing the team, before the gates where we are supposed to enter.

''I understand that you're all nervous, but we must win today.'' She says with a serious tone. I have never seen Imelda looking this serious, yet put together. Her aura is screaming confidence. ''We are better than Hufflepuff. Their team has nothing on us. Just keep your nerves together, and are going to have the celebration of the year in the common room tonight. Do you hear me?''

She actually makes me feel more confident. As we mount our brooms and I check out the Hufflepuff seeker, I realize that this match is going to be an easy victory. Ominis was right. We fly a lap around the pitch and wave at our Slytherin friends, who are cheering extremely loud as we pass them. I catch a glimpse of Sebastian and I'm convinced I saw him wink at me. It could just have been his eye twitching, but I decide for myself that he was winking at me.

Hufflepuff manages to score a few goals, but not nearly as many as Slytherin. After a good couple of hours I see the golden snitch catch some rays of sun, almost making me go blind from the brightness. I ignore everything going on around me, diving for the snitch. Everything around me ceases to exist. Just like when Sebastian kissed me. And I catch the snitch. As I get off my broom, the entire Slytherin team hugs me and the noise from the bleachers are deafening. I know Slytherins love to win, but this is more than I expected. I hear them screaming my name and the feeling is indescribable.

Later that night the common room turned into a full blown party. Everyone has gathered by the windows facing the Black Lake, loud music is playing and everyone is cheering. The sensation is immaculate. When my fellow housemates see me approaching, they start cheering my name. People whom I have barely spoken to before tell me how good I did in the field. I feel proud and go up to the table with drinks to get one. Imelda catches me with a drink in my hand.

''I knew you were the right seeker.'' She says in an incredibly satisfied tone. ''This win is yours, take it all in. These are your hours of fame.''

I smile at her and agree with her. This evening belongs to me. As the evening proceeds the younger Slytherin students start heading to bed. At this point there are only 6th and 7th years left in the common room. I'm standing by a window chatting with a couple of 7th years who were really impressed by my play today. I feel hands on my shoulders and turn around. It's Imelda.

''Are you ready for a real Slytherin party?'' She asks and gives me a cheeky smile.

''Never been more ready.'' I tell her, as I glance around the room trying to catch a glimpse of Sebastian. He is nowhere to be seen.

[ratcatcher0325]

Hey Alexander it your partner in crime again. The one who told you to rickroll Natalie. You have made it clear that you wake up before Natalie. 😏

When Natalie is asleep connect the phone to the Bluetooth speaker and play the song 'baby shark' ON FULL BLAST.

Trust me it's worth it

Your partner I'm crime ,

Anon

My god, you devilish trickster of an Anon, you!

I think we are becoming thick as thieves! I would delight in nothing more than to startle my human counterpart awake. Do you have any idea how many times I've been awoken during a peaceful midday slumber by her clumsy fingers knocking something over or simply stomping around the room like some irritated elephant?? Humans have no idea just how unbearably LOUD they are. If you could all just speak at about half your normal volume, it would do much to cure the almost constant ringing in my ears.

Okay, Baby... Shark, you say? I'm not sure what sounds infantile sharks even make, but perhaps that's not relevant here? Why a shark? Why not a traditionally cute animal? Don't you dare even THINK I'm cute, I WILL KILL YOU. Ahem, sorry, now that we've got that important message out of the way... Okay, this dumb looking video with children in pajamas dancing in front of a green screen? What is this? Why do you suggest the strangest human music? Oh well, if it will annoy Natalie to no end, then I'm on board. I hope it's not to catchy though, I'd hate to have it stuck in my head all day long as some sort of karmic payback for what I'm about to do.

You see, I waited to respond to this ask until she was asleep and I was nearby the desk where I had access to the devices I needed, and, here we are. She's been getting very little sleep between classes and exams, so she just flopped on the bed about twenty minutes ago and immediately passed out. She didn't even bother taking her shoes off... which, I find rather reprehensible. Do you humans just think you're too big to be susceptible to germs?? Don't you know it's bad hygiene to rub your dirty soles all over your bedsheets? Disgusting. Anyway.... I'm going to hit play now, let's see just what happens...

My god, Anon! She hated that more than the Rick... (Riding?? Roving? Some sort of R gerund, I know!) thing! She immediately bolted upright and just started grimacing, "FUCK! NO! NOOOO! WHO KEEPS TELLING YOU THESE INTERNET SECRETS? NO! WE ARE NOT GETTING EAR MURDERED BY BABY SHARK TODAY. GODDAMMIT, ALEXANDER!" Oh, oh she's crawled over the bed and is headed straight for the desk, I have a feeling I'm about to be plucked up and given a stern talking to....

Hi, hello, it's been several hours since the previous events transpired. I'm still chuckling to myself at the image of her absolutely wild mane of bed-tangled hair as she woke up shouting obscenities at me. That was delightful. It's evening here, now, and I'm supposed to be asleep but I've unlocked her phone just sitting there on her nightstand beside my bed. If she didn't want me to use it why would she put it so nearby, hm? Hopefully the light from the device won't wake her. In any case, yes, she snatched my up in a fist and tapped the pause button perhaps a bit too aggressively. But I think her utter exhaustion made her more loopy than truly upset, because she just held me and started to laugh and shake her head muttering under her breath "Why, little nightmare, why do you love torturing me? I am so tired, my dude. Stop taking advice from the internet. I love you, but you're gonna be the death of me, especially with people egging you on. You're too powerful now...." Why did she call me dude? I am not, nor will I ever be a dude. How grossly informal.

Well, anyway, that was delightfully fun, even though I absolutely have that egregiously repetitive tune now bouncing around inside my skull, so thanks for that. I think, in spite of herself, Natalie got a good laugh out of it too. Here's to arming me with wonderful human insider knowledge to baffle this poor woman beside me.

Yours truly,

Alexander

[embossross]

hi ross! hope you’ve been doing well <3 I’ve finally had the chance to sit down and send in an ask for fhmth! you’ve been spoiling us w the updates recently! I’ll try to keep this short because I don’t wanna be annoying lol but I’m sorry in advance.

I remember being really excited to read the new chapter because you mentioned it was gonna be in hanma’s pov, and- omg. It did not disappoint AT ALL. Blew my mind when I first read the surfing part and then everything else made perfect sense, like now that I think of it - a person like him would be perfect for surfing. I bet writing it from his pov was hard, trying to pick at his brain would be so annoying lol but you really did so well with this one! The waves were hanma’s best opponent. ‘Doctor’s unconventional treatment style entails lots of screaming, but she really lets you in all the way, deep as you can go,’ god I laughed out loud when I read that line 😭. The banter and dialogue is always so fun to read between them, it’s like they’re playing an endless game of tug of war heh. You really did his character SO well in this, everything about him made perfect sense. Especially the whole murder conversation. I really love the reader because she picks apart his character and analyzes him to the point where he gets frustrated with her sbxskajsnk we love a girlboss. He is so horny this chapter oh mygodsjsksnk. I really liked how we got to peak into how old toman was like, and how hanma talked about the past but was also careful w what he says lol. Every time they bring up Haitani I literally get anxious because im excited to see how it’s all gonna go down. And- god. The smut. The DDLG makes me have heart eyes and the way he speaks to her like he’s taking care of her?? *slams hands down on table* literally makes me look away from the screen cause I’m blushing like an idiot! If I speak anymore about the smut I could get blocked so I won’t LMAO. But … you do it so so good every time it blows my mind. She *finally* spoke out (+ i wonder where this desire will get her 👀) and I bet hanma feels like a king right now lol. ‘’Imagines a world where every last piece of you has been stripped, examined, and discarded.’’ - ‘’no more dignity, no more independence. You can stay by his side, until he bores of you, and only then will you realize how much you gave up for a taste of him.’’ So cruel but so like him! I wonder if he’d change the way he treats her now that he’s gotten what he wants. Ahh I think that’s all? Im sorry if this got too long, sometimes I do feel like I’m just fangirling and not saying anything insightful lol you can tell me to shut up aisbhsb - but I loved It so much!!! thanks again! - jay <3

thank you i am so happy to read you fangirling in my ask box!

hanma was such a bitch to write this chapter, i swear, so i am so so glad you liked his pov. the lines you quoted were added during editing, and i think they really make the chapter tbh, make it hanma we're dealing with, and not just a nice, normal, horny guy.

the surfing idea was lowkey inspired by the movie point break, and i love the way everyone's receiving it! i was really looking forward to this one :)

i don't know how to talk about my own smut without blocking myself lol, so i'll just say that i'm glad it's meeting your expectations!!

[erijonarexhepis-blog]

ARE YOU THE MOLE?

SEASON SIX, EPISODE NINE

Masterlist

"I CAN'T FIND MY KEYS," Michaela complained. April, who was standing the closest to her, turned to look at her.

"They're in your hands." Michaela chuckled when she looked down and saw that she was holding them. They were wearing their graduation gowns and caps.

"Hello, is the FBI in there?" Connor called out.

Michaela finally managed to unlock the door. "That joke wasn't funny the first time," she told Connor, annoyed.

Michaela opened the door. "Everyone chug," Asher said. He gave the orange juice to April as they walked in. They were hoping the organs juice would sober them up— they were high.

"Why do we want this feeling to end?" Oliver walked in last and closed the door. They were carrying grocery bags.

"I just want to feel normal," Michaela muttered, taking the orange juice from April. Her phone started ringing.

"FBI?" Connor asked. He was no different now than when he was sober, except now he was thinking out loud.

"Unknown caller."

"Maybe it's Peyton ready for round 2." They went to the kitchen. Michaela declined the call.

"April did give Peyton my number instead of her own." Michaela looked over at April with a slight glare.

April was sitting by the counter. She shrugged. "She's lucky I didn't knock out her fake teeth."

"Only 'cause I stopped you," Asher said.

"Can we talk about what happened right after that?" Oliver asked. He was the most out of it.

"No," Michaela deadpanned.

"Why don't you just say yes?"

"I'm high, not insane."

"Ouch," Connor muttered. Michaela's phone started ringing again.

Michaela looked at her phone. "Now they're FaceTiming me." They all glanced at each other, wondering who this could be. "I'm just gonna answer."

Connor stepped forward. "Michaela, no."

But Michaela didn't listen. And she answered the call. "Hello?" The phone was glitching. The rest gathered to see who this person was.

They were shocked when the phone stopped glitching, and a face appeared. "It's me, Michaela."

"Laurel?!"

"Oh, my god," Connor mumbled.

"Are we hallucinating?" Oliver questioned.

They hadn't seen Laurel in a very long time, and she was calling. "Just— okay, listen."

"Are you the mole?"

"No! It wasn't me, I swear," she told Michaela. "I would never turn you guys in, okay? But, obviously, someone else did."

REWIND; 10:03 am

"You're all wondering why I called you here today," Annalise started. Her students on their seats, paying attention. "You passed your final exam. Tomorrow, you graduate. But I had to say something before we part way for good."

"I know that you all ask yourselves why I'm still here, teaching, considering the hot mess my life has been the last three years. Well, the answer is simple— you."

"No one should be falsely accused of crimes they didn't commit. But it happens to people far worse off than me. And here's where you come in. I teach so that some of you will make sure that the Justice system lives up to its name. Even though I know that most of you will sell out and do corporate, some of you— the brave ones— will forge your own path, a path that doesn't put money or greed or glory first, but your clients."

"So think hard about who you want to be because, in 24 hours, you graduate, and you'll be free of me... free from Middleton... free from your families. So, whoever you decide to be, make yourself proud."

"That was a drunk speech," Connor muttered. They entered the house.

"Yeah," Michaela agreed. "That was a get lost and be nothing like me because my life's a huge disaster speech."

"Annalise gave a speech?" Oliver asked. He was sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Yeah," Connor replied. "She basically told us to go out into the world and be good people."

"Drunk speech," April added. "A good drunk speech."

"On that note, I have gifts." Oliver handed each of them a small box.

"Oooh! Tiny puppies?" Asher gushed.

"No. It's better. Open up."

April opened her gift, and she was surprised by what she saw, especially because it was from Oliver. "Wow," she chuckled. "I was not expecting this."

"What is it?" Michaela asked, confused.

"Are we taking a cooking class, Oli?" Asher asked Oliver.

"They're shrooms," Connor stated.

"They're psilocybin mushrooms that can heal psychic wounds— you know, like, from the last three years," Oliver informed.

"Or unlock all of the deeds that we've worked very hard to bury."

"Okay, which is it?" Michaela asked, glancing between Oliver and Asher.

"Asher's wrong. I'm right. It'll be fun...gi." Oliver chuckled at his own joke.

Connor didn't seem to like the idea. "We're supposed to meet my mom for dinner soon."

"I texted her and told her I was taking you out for dinner, and she should just meets us here tomorrow before the ceremony."

"Looks like you've got it all covered," April said. She was holding the mushroom. "Are we doing this or what?"

"Yes, that's the spirit!" Oliver cheered.

"Screw it!" Michaela declared, wanting to do it as well.

"Yeah, what the hell?" Connor mumbled. A little wouldn't hurt.

"Bon voyage."

꧁ ꧂

"YOU CAN'T FIND HER?" Michaela was standing with her arms crossed, gazing at Bonnie and Frank. They were all in the living room of the house.

"She went to the dean's party," Frank replied.

"Or she took off," Connor muttered. He went to stand next to April.

Bonnie seemed frustrated, and they couldn't really blame her for that. "Annalise is the one with her name spread all over the news. If anyone gets to panic here, it's her."

"How do we know she's not the informant?"

Frank quickly shut the idea down. "Shut the hell up." He knew Annalise more than the students did.

"She gave a cheesy goodbye speech this morning."

"This could be anyone." Frank was not happy that Connor was trying to put the blame on Annalise. "Xavier's making crap up."

"Gabriel?" Michaela asked.

"One of you?" Bonnie shot back.

"It's obvious who it is," Asher spoke up. "Laurel." Frank narrows his eyes at him.

Oliver let out a laugh, quickly covering his mouth with his hands. They all looked at him. "Oliver," April scolded him.

"I'm sorry," Oliver laughed. "I know it's not funny."

Frank frowned. "What's wrong with him?" He pointed at Oliver.

"He took mushrooms," Connor stated.

"We all did," April added.

Frank gave them a look of disapproval. "Morons."

"They're not working on the rest of us," Connor said in an attempt to defend himself.

Michaela was holding her head. "Not true." She sighed. "Oh, no. I think the panic sped up the digestion, and, yeah, it's working." She took a seat. "And I don't like it. I don't like it at all. I hate you, Oliver."

Oliver was still laughing. "Just— stay here," Frank ordered them and turned to leave with Bonnie.

April followed them to the door. "Why didn't you guys tell me about Miller?" She could feel the mushroom starting to take effect.

Frank and Bonnie glanced at each other. "You've been through enough already," she told April.

"What's done is done," Frank added. "Go back to your friends." He then left along with Bonnie.

꧁ ꧂

"ALRIGHT. BUDDY SYSTEM. No man left behind." Asher waved his arm, letting the other walk past him in the aisle. They were at the store, looking for something sweet to eat.

April and Michaela were looking for candy. "This." April grabbed a small bag of sweets. "My favorite." She smiled brightly as she opened it right there.

Michaela laughed as she watched April struggle with opening the bag. "Aren't you supposed to be a genius?"

April laughed with her. "I am?" The laughter soon died down.

"Oh, my god." April and Michaela straightened up and saw Peyton standing there. She looked surprised to see them.

"Oh, my god," April mocked her.

"Sorry, I just... well, I thought you all might be somewhere else," Peyton explained with a shrug. "Like jail."

April gave a fake chuckle, approaching Peyton. "For what?" Her smile dropped. "For beating your ass?"

"Hey, there's no need for that." Asher pulled April back. "We're all friends here."

Peyton ignored Asher. "I'll tell Gabriel you said hi." She turned and left.

April growled and stepped toward her but was stopped by Asher. "Okay. No, no, no. We're not doing that." He pulled her back to the group, and she started eating her candy again, calming down.

"I'm high, not insane."

"Ouch," Connor muttered. Michaela's phone started ringing again.

Michaela looked at her phone. "Now they're FaceTiming me." They all glanced at each other, wondering who this could be. "I'm just gonna answer."

Connor stepped forward. "Michaela, no."

But Michaela didn't listen. And she answered the call. "Hello?" The phone was glitching. The rest gathered to see who this person was.

They were shocked when the phone stopped glitching and a face appeared. "It's me, Michaela."

"Laurel?!"

"Oh, my god," Connor mumbled.

"Are we hallucinating?" Oliver questioned.

They hadn't seen Laurel in a very long time, and she was calling. "Just— okay, listen."

"Are you the mole?"

"No! It wasn't me, I swear," she told Michaela. "I would never turn you guys in, okay? But, obviously, someone else did."

"How do you know about any of this?"

"I saw the news."

"How?" Asher asked, still shocked. "W-where are you?"

"Listen, I can't say in case my brother's listening."

"Laurel, you ruined our lives."

"I'm sorry, okay?" Laurel told Michaela. "But someone who knows everything turned on you. And I swear on Christopher's life, it wasn't me."

Oliver was unsure. "How do we know that Christopher's still alive?"

"He's right here." Laurel pinned the camera down, revealing Christopher.

"Oh, my god," Michaela muttered under her breath. Laurel put the camera back on herself again.

"How do we know that the FBI didn't put you up to this?" Connor questioned.

"They didn't."

"But they're who helped you disappear, right? Y-you're in witness protection?"

"No."

"Christopher didn't crawl out of this house on his own. Someone had to help you do all this."

"I did," April stated. They turned to her, shocked by the revelation. "Tegan and I helped Laurel disappear."

"It's true," Laurel told them. "They helped me. And I'm not the informant, I swear. Okay?"

"We don't believe you!" Connor snapped at her.

"I love you all." Laurel hung up.

"Tegan's not answering." Michaela put her phone away.

"Maybe she's the mole," Asher stated. "Or Laurel."

"It's not Laurel," April told him, starting to get annoyed by that theory. She had always been loyal.

"It's probably Annalise," Connor said. "The goodbye speech, the whole Snow White and the murderous dwarfs exam. It's her. She's the informant."

"It doesn't make any sense," April argued. "I mean, everything would lead back to her. It would make her a bigger suspect to the police and the FBI."

"It makes more sense that it's Tegan," Asher said, somewhat siding with April. "Or Gabriel. Or your mom," he said to April.

"Gabriel doesn't know anything."

"Neither does my mom," April added after Connor. She was looking at Asher, just like Michaela was. They both thought he was acting weird.

"It's Annalise," Connor went back to that. "She's doing what she should've done the night with Sam."

"Fine," Asher gave in. "Maybe you're right," he told Connor. "Maybe it's AK."

"It's not Annalise," April stated. She was staring at Asher. "But you knew that."

Michaela spoke up, siding with April. "It's why you didn't take the mushrooms. You were probably scared you'd reveal something."

"It's not me," Asher insisted.

Connor seemed to believe April and Michaela. "You do keep pointing your finger at everyone else."

"This is how these stupid leaks work. They get us all paranoid, so we turn on each other. And then all the hard work we did to have each other's backs, to be loyal, to trust each other— that goes out the window the second we all turn on our own, okay? We're family. You're my family. I would never... I wouldn't...," he trails off.

April crossed her arms. "Tell us the truth, Asher." Michaela seemed especially hurt by this. She was tearing up knowing one of her closest friends turned on her. "It's you."

Asher seemed regretful. Taking his time to answer because he knew how they would react. They were not going to trust him anymore. He ruined the relationship he had with the people closest to him. "Yeah," he breathed out— confirming their theory.

"And I know that Karen has been working with them too. That's why she was released early. Look, the good thing is, I-I haven't given the FBI anything concrete yet," Asher cried.

April looked at him, feeling betrayed. And maybe that was why she was tearing up, or perhaps it was the mushrooms. She didn't know, but the feeling of betrayal or overwhelming.

"That's— that's why they haven't arrested any of us. Everything we saw on the news about— about them thinking that more than one person was involved in Sam's murder? That's all stuff that they suspected before. I promise, I never got anyone on record saying anything—" Asher was cut off mid-sentence when he was hit in the back of the head with a fire poker. This knocked him unconscious— his body fell to the ground.

"Why did you do that?" Michaela asked, freaked out. Oliver was standing by Asher with the fire poker in his hand.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know."

"Someone check if he's dead."

April kneeled next to Asher and checked his pulse. "He's fine." He was bleeding from his head. She was keeping an eye on him, trying to ignore the arguing coming from the other three in the room.

"Guys!" April interrupted their bickering when she noticed Asher opening his eyes.

Michaela kneeled next to him. "Asher?" Oliver kept apologizing for what he did. "Are you okay?"

Asher blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. "I'm calling an ambulance."

"No, no, no, no," Asher protested. "I'm good." He touched the back of his head. His hand got stained with blood, and he wiped it on his shirt.

"Get a towel," Michaela told Connor, who left to get one. "It's probably a scalp wound. Those— those bleed a lot."

April got up. "Excuse me," she mumbled before leaving the house.

Connor and Michaela walked out to the porch and saw April sitting there alone. She looked calmer, and the mushrooms had almost passed through her system. They sat next to her.

"Maybe he's right," Connor said after a brief pause.

"You think so?"

"What choice do we have?"

"I'm not making this decision on shrooms."

April then spoke up. "We have at least two hours before we have to line up."

Connor and Michaela turned to her. He looked at her with a frown, not understanding why she was bringing that up after what happened with Asher. "Are you kidding me?"

April turned to them. "I don't know about you, but I'm graduating."

Michaela nodded, siding with April. "Me too. That's who I am— a brilliant, come-from-nothing badass boss who's not going to let some stupid boy or the FBI get in her formidable way."

"Asher?!" They heard Oliver yell. The three got up and went back inside, wondering what was happening. "Asher?!"

"Where is he?" Michaela asked, running over to Oliver.

"I went to get a fresh towel, and he's gone," Oliver explained. The back door was open.

Oliver had cleaned the floor. "See? Clean as a whistle, like it never happened."

"It happened."

Michaela made her way down the stairs. "We're not talking about that today." 

"Right." Oliver looked at his friends, who were all ready to graduate. "You look great."

"We look like ass," Connor deadpanned.

"Looking like ass is better than not graduating at all," April stated. She was sitting on the couch, still thinking about Asher. She looked tired. There was a knock on the door. "Great."

"Pam's early. Twenty bucks says her first question is where is Asher?" Connor went to answer the door, and it was not Pam.

"Are you Connor Walsh?" The woman at the door asked. April went and stood next to Oliver and Michaela.

"Yeah."

The woman walked past him with two men behind her. "Michaela Pratt and April Coleman?"

April and Michaela glanced at each other confused. "Yes," they replied.

"You three are under arrest for murder." The students started arguing with them— why were they under arrest? Why was this happening now?

The woman put cuffs on April— Connor and Michaela were also being handcuffed. "Wait! Who died?!" April demanded. She looked the woman dead in the eyes.

"Asher Millstone," the woman answered. The answer shocked them. Asher left the house alive, so why were they being arrested? April was speechless.

"This is a big misunderstanding!" Oliver called out after them. The students were dragged out of the house by the agent and the officers.

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FLASH FORWARD

There was memorial service sometime in the future, and there was a big crowd. A woman was standing in front of them, sharing kind words about the departed. A man, who resembled Wes to a T, made his way through the crowd. He wanted to be at the front and perhaps share a few words.

[avochele]

hi there, i can make a request? of P1Harmony reaccion when they make you cry during a argument because they said you something wrong? if you can do it let me know <3

These days

Request: Their reaction to making their s/o cry in an argument

Warnings: yelling, jealousy, frustration, crying

Pairing: P1harmony x gn!reader

Tags: angst/fluff (i don't really know)

note: i kinda had a hard time thinking of a reason of why they could make you cry, so it got a little messy... but still i hope you like it :) also if i forgot a tw please tell me, thank you :)

Keeho

It was one of those days that were just bad and every little tiny thing could be the last drop to break you. The only thing you wanted to do right now was falling asleep in your boyfriend's arms. “You're home,“ he says and smiles. Under normal circumstances this smile would have made you melt away in seconds. But instead you stare at him blankly and don’t answer. “Are you okay?“ he asks, coming towards you. “Yeah sure I am totally fine.“ you say a little more annoyed than needed. He tilts his head. “If this is about the dishes I didn’t wash, then I’m sorry I forgot and didn’t have time.” Keeho says now a little annoyed himself. You didn’t look at him. Instead you watch your reflection in the window glass. You look back at Keeho. He was standing a few metres away from you, his arms crossed. “You know you're being really bitchy right now not answering.” A choked sob comes out of you. You put your hand over your mouth trying to hide your face from him. As soon as he notices you starting to cry his eyes widen and his hand moves towards your shoulder, stopping a few metres away from you. “I’m sorry, whatever I did or said I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.” And then you were in his arms sobbing hard. He rocked you from side to side, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “I’m sorry”

Theo

You don’t know how you ended up in this situation. You didn’t even know what you were fighting over. It was probably something small, something that wouldn’t matter in a few days. But right now you both were almost yelling at each other. Theo was angry, he was getting louder. And you weren’t able to say something different about yourself. So when you didn’t know what to say anymore, partly because you forgot what your point was and partly because you felt a knot build in your throat. Soon you felt tears making their way into your eyes and a sniffle escaping your throat. Theo stopped yelling and finally looking at you. His eyes widened. He stands there, not quite sure what to do. You cover your mouth and turn away from him, you didn’t want to look at your boyfriend. After a few moments of silence, you felt two hands on your shoulders. “Hey” his voice suddenly sounds soft, the complete opposite from the loud yelling before. You look at him still having tears running down your face. His hands move from your shoulders up cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears with his thumb. Not one word was exchanged because you both knew neither of you was at fault. You shuffle closer and hug his middle, him holding the back of your head, making you slowly calm down.

Jiung

The reason you were standing in the middle of your bedroom having a fight was that you forgot the date you and Jiung had planned. So now you were standing in front of him and didn't know what to say. You didn’t understand what the problem was. Jiung also forgot some dates or canceled them but now that you forgot one it’s suddenly a problem? It’s not like he is the only one with a lot of work. You were quietly standing in front of him, Jiung was sitting on your shared bed and talking loudly about you forgetting the date. You drowned his voice out and watched him. And even if you had wanted to say something you didn’t know what. He wouldn’t give you a chance to speak up anyway. You didn’t notice that he stopped talking. He got up taking your right hand. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t talk to you like that. I’m sorry, please stop crying.”You didn’t even notice you were crying until he said that. Jiung reached up, wiping your tears away. He pulled you to your bed making you sit down. He sat next to you, hugging you and trying to calm you down, while whispering apologizes.

Intak

You never really had a big fight with your boyfriend. But right now you were yelling at each other and by now it was more about who was right instead of trying to understand each other. “Well maybe it would have been better if I had never met you!” That's when he realized what he had said. You were shocked, you didn’t expect him to say something like that and before you knew it tears were streaming down your face. Intak was speechless. He didn’t know what made him say that and he regretted saying it the moment he saw your tears. “I’m sorry.” It was merely more than a whisper, but you heard it. You knew he didn’t mean but still, it hurt. He takes you in his arms, hugging you. You hug him back. None of you is saying a word to the other. The rain drumming on the window had stopped.

Soul

You were fighting over something small. Something that didn’t matter at all. The only problem was that you didn't understand each other and that got you more and more frustrated by each second passing. Your Japanese isn’t perfect and so is his korean. So when you were in the middle of the fight. both of your vocabulary started lacking, and you both were getting more and more frustrated. So when he asked you: “Why are you so egoistic?” You snapped and the tears started to roll down your cheeks. Soul was clearly confused as to why you were crying, and he clearly didn’t know what to do. So he slowly walked towards you, taking you in his arms. His hands wander to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him. He kisses you on your forehead, then your nose, both of your cheeks and lastly on the lips. A light giggle comes out of you and you hold him closer.

Jeongseob

You knew why he was angry. You paid more attention to another guy than to him the past week. And maybe that was true, but that doesn’t mean that you did anything else than working on the project you were assigned to do. Jeongseob didn’t like that. He thought you spent too much time with him. So now, when you came back home from his place he confronted you about it. And when you tried to defend him he got even more jealous. You weren’t supposed to spend so much time with him. He couldn’t do anything against the words that spilled out of your mouth. “Why don’t you just leave and go to your great friend.” That hurt. It feels like he doesn’t want you here. He probably didn’t mean that, but it hurts hearing something like that. It wasn’t a surprise to you that you started crying. He immediately saw it, his eyes going wide after realizing that you were crying because of him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” He comes towards you, cupping your cheeks with his hands and kissing your forehead. “Please forgive me.”

[sunnflowyyr]

heyo! first of all i LOVE your writing, I aspire to write as well as you one day <3 I wanted to request some headcanons with the rise boys w/ a gn reader who’s mute!! please don’t feel like you have to answer this, feel free to ignore/delete!!

aaa, hey there !! first of all, thank you so much for your kind words !! i'm sorry for taking so long to get to your request, but i've thought about your idea since it popped into my inbox so i'm excited to finally put it all into this post. i am my own critic and i bully myself until i like my content; so i took a while with this one.

quick disclaimer: i do not have a lot of knowledge about mute individuals, but i did some research during the writing of this fic to try to be as respectful as possible and to also educate myself; however, my comprehension skills aren't the greatest. if i have inaccurately represented this community with misleading information (or if i have misunderstood mutism as a whole), please let me know and i'll correct my work to reflect accurate information. it is never my intention to hurt or offend anyone. - much love, sun

i hope you enjoy !! <3

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rise!turtles with a mute reader

Raph

i imagine april introduces you to the turtles and that he doesn't really clue into you are being mute at first

mainly because he didn't read the group chat message where april tells the turtles you're mute (he never reads the gc, smfh)

so he always feels bad when he talks to you and you just kind of smile or blink

since he doesn't realize, he just overthinks about why you don't answer back

maybe you don't like him? is he annoying? too loud?

can you smell his "I'm Nervous About Meeting New People" stink?

so when he tells his brothers and they clue him in, it just clicks for him

it makes him feel closer to you because he grew up mute

(i saw a hc once that raph was mute as a kid and no, i will not be convinced otherwise)

you might notice a slight behavior change

he'd normally be a little awkward or stiff in conversation before, but now he finds a way to communicate with you!

even if you don't talk, he'll find a way to keep you in conversation

especially because he can talk a lot if he thinks no one is annoyed by his rambling

the longer he knows you, the longer he picks up on your nonverbal cues and you both find an easy way to communicate with each other

he can't sign very well (just because of the lack of fingers) but he knows how to interpret ASL so you can communicate with him !!

Leo

honestly doesn't notice it from the first time he meets you

also doesn't read the group chat

mainly because he talks so much that he doesn't pay attention to how quiet you are

though when he does notice, he might ask about it?

not to embarrass you, though; he might tease people about a lot of things, but even he knows his limits on that

we love a respectful king

he's just curious about the details, but definitely doesn't push you into telling him about it

he's a nosey mf he can't help himself

all of the brothers (him included) will speak up for you

if you're comfortable with that, of course

"hey, they said no pickles."

he might be sassier about it though, just because he's leo

but he'll do it a million times over

he's also pretty good at picking up on nonverbal cues and body language (because of raph being mute and donnie having nonverbal moments)

if you're uncomfortable? tired? excited? overwhelmed?

leo is here for you

Donnie

knows immediately because he actually reads the group chat

like the others, he knows how to communicate with you

especially with sign language, because he actually knows it and can sign really well?

he actually finds it nice to communicate with you this way as well, especially during some nonverbal moments

and sometimes he can really ramble on; even more so if it's about his interests and superior tech

so signing helps him slow down (because he wants to make sure you can interpret his signing; having three fingers can make it difficult) and watch for your replies

there might be days where you both sit in a comfortable silence (or he just watches you if you want to communicate), or he's really verbal

he can either ramble or keep it short and simple; it really just depends on his mood

but he quietly appreciates the understanding between the both of you

he can see how excited you are about everyone talking about something you're interested in; you wanna join, but it's hard to keep up with their voices and it can be overwhelming

what's wrong, (name)? - donnie asks in ASL

when you tell him he immediately finds a way to stop the conversation

"(name) has something to say about that."

ALL of the brothers look out for you, but he would the most

Mikey

"knows immediately because he actually reads the group chat": the sequel

this boy will do all of the verbal talking for the both of you

he's not necessarily over-talkative, but enjoys having conversations

i'm projecting in the next headcanon but hear it out okay

when mikey was a kid, he grew up with a speech delay

it wasn't until his he was between age 8-9 that he began to improve in his speech

because of it however, he relied heavily on gestures and used very little words unless he was unsure of how to express himself

it was a frustrating for him as a kid; not being able to communicate as well with his brothers

excluding donnie from that cause he taught himself ASL, then taught mikey some words to help him

he wants to make sure you feel heard and that you're comfortable

be prepared because if he knows you're fine with it, he'll rope you into group conversations like donnie does

he understands ASL pretty well, but he won't sign back most of the time; he just has a hard time with it

like leo, he's also pretty good at noticing your body language

i mention reader knowing ASL a lot (aligning it with the fact that i hc the turtles knowing it), but if you don't use it to communicate?

the turtles value your friendship and will adapt any form of communication so you can talk with them!!

you just write on a small whiteboard? mikey's got plenty of supplies for you in his room

if you use a text to speech program? they wait patiently for your reply

as i said, they value you as an individual and welcome you into their little family with opens arms <3

[azurelyy]

Headcanons for team 7 x fem! reader in a love traingle??? love square?? Idk what it's called sjdksjkd (during post war arc)

Okay, this has been in my inbox for legit like a month and I am so sorry! I hope you're still around to see it. 🥺

~ Team Seven Crush Headcanons ~

Naruto Uzumaki:

Always the first to volunteer to help you with anything. Chilly? Here, take his sweater. Hungry? Oh, he'll go to Ichiraku's with you!

Always really loud - louder than usual, even. He stutters a lot when he talks to you and fiddles with his hair and scratches his cheek. His heart pounds and his voice tends to crack whenever he makes you laugh.

He stares at you, intently. And he does NOT look away when you catch him, he just gives a thousand-gigawatt smile and laughs.

Much to the rest of the team's annoyance, he squeezes himself in-between you and whoever is sitting next to you. Grumbles and shouts of aggravation be damned, Naruto will do whatever it takes to be as close to you as possible.

Naruto's obliviousness makes flirting an impossibility. Whenever he tries, you look at him, and his poor brain can't handle the way your eyes strike him down. It usually ends with him walking into a trash can with a chuckle and an awkward "O-Okay, s-see ya later!"

Sasuke Uchiha:

This man is a complete enigma. One day, he's smirking at something you said and the next he is totally deadpan. He takes a few weeks before he says hi to you, and when he does, his expression is pure pain. It actually looks like being in your presence hurts him.

But he likes you. A lot.

Much to his chagrin. Sasuke doesn't get crushes. He gets crushed on - not the other way around.

He scoffs more than usual, but no longer at you. Now it's at his other idiot teammates, who are so obvious with their affections. The most annoying one is Naruto. Sasuke can't believe you haven't caught on yet with how obviously in love with you Naruto is, but deep down, he's grateful that it means he may still stand a chance.

Not known for being verbose, Sasuke takes a different approach from the rest of his team - he hovers. He starts to train closer to you. He sits next to you during team outings and tells Naruto off when he tries to squeeze in-between the two of you.

Most shocking, he notices the little things, and actually points them out. Styling your hair differently? He likes it. New jewelry? It looks good on you. Did you forget to bring your coffee that day? Sasuke is asking if you want to go get something with him and if you had enough sleep the night before.

Sasuke will tease you. If you say something cute, or make a grammatical mistake, he is the first to point it out. He finds everything you do endearing and adorable, and he wants to comment on it, but he of course has to hide why he wants to talk about it behind flirtatious teasing. And he's good at it, too.

Sai:

The complete opposite of Sasuke. He is not afraid to be blunt and direct with you, about everything.

At first, though, he isn't sure what he is feeling. So he does what he does best: researches it.

He quickly learns he has a crush on you from reading love stories and watching romcoms with Sakura and Ino. And he isn't afraid to ask them about it, either.

"Ah, I see. So you like them too, Sakura?" He asks. "Well, I guess they will just have to pick who makes them feel the same way we both feel about them."

Sai is good at detecting emotions, and he can tell there is a tension between himself and Sakura now, but he isn't sure why. Isn't it normal for crushes to form? Shouldn't him and Sakura both want what is best for you?

It doesn't take long until Sai starts striking up conversation with you. He starts out awkward at first, asking you personal questions that make your cheeks heat up. He points it out every time with a crisp laugh, like autumn itself lives within him, as he squeezes your hand.

"Don't be embarrassed," he says. "I think you're... cute."

Sakura Haruno:

She is shy at first around you, but it is apparent to everyone it's because she has a crush. She often asks for your opinion with a giggle, and will touch your shoulder or lean forward when you talk to her about something.

Over time, she becomes more confident. She hugs you - often. She reminds you to get home safely, and offers to walk you home when she can as well.

Really, she just wants to spend more time with you.

She starts bringing you small presents after she learns more about you. A flower she found on her walk over, a book she'd heard you mention wanting to read. Sakura listens intently to everything you say and makes a point of showing you that you're heard.

She becomes a bit clingy, but does her best to read your body language. If you seem averse to her affections, she will give you space - but when you return a touch, or rest your head onto her shoulder, she feels content.

Who will you choose?

This was really cute! 

[vinc3nnt]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢

summary: Xiao takes a liking to a visionless mortal who is awaiting to their trip to Fontaine!..

Setting: Wangshu Inn Time: Definitely way before the Traveler's arrival.

angst-ish?

I DON'T HAVE EXPERIENCE WITH WRITING ANGST, THIS MIGHT BE BAD LOL

Why were you so special to him? He didn't understand it himself. It's as if you stand out to him, but.. you're just a normal mortal just like the rest. What makes you so.. you?

"Good evening, Xiao." You smiled towards him, as he stored his spear away, sitting down on a table as you give him a plate of his favorite Almond Tofu.

"You're not injured today, are you?" You curiously asked, sitting down with him as he ate the almond tofu.

"Of course not. Its nothing you need to worry about, mortal." Xiao continued to eat his almond tofu, not even bothering to look into your eyes.

"I see.. are you sure?" You asked again, slouching over the chair, resting on the table.

"Adepti are immortal.. It'll heal eventually." Xiao said, finishing his almond tofu as he stood up.

"Xiao.. you need to be more careful." You said, noticing the bruise on his arm.

"I said, it's nothing you need to worry about, mortal." Xiao said, looking away from your worried expression.

"Xiao.. I'm worried for you, y'know." You took out bandages from your pocket.

"...whatever." He finally stopped resisting, and sat down to let you do your work on his arm.

"Xiao, maybe you should rest for a while.. your injuries get worse the more you fight.." You silently said, but loud enough for him to hear.

"The adepti don't need rest. I shall continue to do my job as part of the contract." Xiao simply said, not bothering to add anymore to his stupid reason.

"Everyone needs rest, Xiao. You need rest, despite that contract!" You felt quite annoyed that he kept using his contract as his only excuse to everything.

"Mortals like you shouldn't butt in with the contracts." Xiao looked away, with a visible frown.

"Just.. take a little break. Okay? My trip to Fontaine's coming soon, I hope you don't overwork yourself while I'm gone.." You said, worryingly.

Xiao's head was just whispering to him of despair.

'Are they going to leave me like the rest? Am I being too harsh? I.. I want them to stay. But.. they've been looking forward to their trip to Fontaine for months, what if I ruin their trip to Fontaine, just because of my selfishness?... I.. don't want to be alone again.' Xiao kept overthinking a little too much, despair really is coming over him.

"Xiao, are you okay?" You tapped his shoulder.

"I'm fine.. will you come back?" Xiao asked, for reassurance.

"Of course I'll come back! I'll miss you. And, count that as me checking up on you! You better take care of yourself.. don't overwork yourself, adepti!" You softly grinned, finishing up wrapping his arm with the bandages.

He slightly hissed as you tightened the knot.

"Sorry. Is it too tight?" You asked, as he shook his head a no.

"How long is it till your trip to Fontaine?" He asked, as you wiped off a little bit of sweat off your forehead.

"Hm.. I think its in a week? Why?" You said, dusting off your outfit.

"I see. Nothing.. was just wondering." Xiao stood up, and walked off to the balcony of Wangshu Inn.

"And that leaves me to.. get ready for Fontaine!" You felt excited, but also felt quite hesitant. You didn't really want to leave him.. but you've been looking forward to Fontaine for your entire life. Which one should you prioritize..

Maybe, you could just visit Fontaine, and come back to Liyue right after. Nothing can go wrong, can it?

—skip—

"When's Xiao gonna come back.. It's almost time!" You whined, pacing around back and forth, already fully dressed in your adventurer's uniform.

"Xiao comes late at night, does he not?" Verr Goldet said, watching as you walked in circles.

"Ehh! Should I just write him a letter? I'm in a hurry.." You talked to yourself, pulling out a sheet of paper.

"Dear Xiao.. blah blah.. I'm going to my trip to Fontaine today if you haven't forgotten, um.. expect me to come back in a few months or so, maybe.. I don't know, all I know is that I come back in a few months, It won't reach a year, I promise! I'll come back, just you wait!" You whispered to yourself as you wrote.

Folding the paper into a smaller rectangle, you handed it over to miss Goldet.

"Miss Verr, please give this to Xiao if he comes back, I'll be off!" You waved a goodbye towards Verr Goldet.

—slight skip—

Xiao returned back to Wangshu Inn, but.. something wasn't right.

He couldn't find you anywhere..

"Where are they. The mortal." He asked Verr Goldet, slightly desperate for your whereabouts.

"Ah, I see you've finally returned. They wanted you to read this." Verr Goldet slid it over to Xiao, as he unfolded the letter.

"..They.. left?" Xiao felt a little.. no, not a little. He felt saddened with your departure.

"They'll come back eventually."

—another skip, once the traveler reaches Fontaine.—

"Hey, Xiao." The Traveler called his name, receiving his full attention.

"This letter was commissioned for you." The Traveler handed over a letter, in a worn old envelope and with an Anemo stamp that sealed it shut.

"Dear Xiao..

If you're reading this, then I've had a bunch of luck to have someone accept the commission! I've made sure to have a bunch of rewards for it. Since, you mean a lot to me and I really need to get this across. I don't think I can come back there any time soon. I'm sorry. Really. If I find out that I can come back, I'll come back immediately, I promise! just, for now. Please forget about me. Oh, and have I told you that I'm doing somewhat well? and, I found my parents too! how have you been? oh, right.. don't bother writing back to me. I might not even answer.. Oh, stay safe for me, okay? or if its just for yourself! you don't want to feel the despair of overwork or pain, even if you adepti are immortal. Oh, and a little fun fact, Verr goldet told me your birthday! so I'm hoping this reaches you on the same date.

from yours truly!"

Xiao read, he felt a little bit.. no, not a little bit. he felt deeply saddened that you weren't coming back anymore. And you've even acknowledged his birth date. Why was he feeling this way? You were just a regular mortal with a passion for adventuring. That was all you were, but why did you feel so special for him?

Xiao stared at the letter for quite a bit, he felt saddened, but he couldn't cry.

He soon tucked the envelope away, somewhere in Verr Goldet's table.

All he could do, was wait till you could come back for him.

It.. felt like centuries, but he knows you'll come back.. right?

abt time i finished this lol

ANYWAYS ITS NOT THAT GOOD SINCE ITS MY 1ST TIME WRITING ANGST SOB

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Ok, I was thinking that the reader "suffers" from the same parasomnia I have; it's called REM-sleep behavior disorder and basically it means that you "live" out your dreams on occasion when you sleep. Normally the part of the brain that controls the body is resting when we dream, that's why we stay in bed, but with RSBD, it doesn't. So sometimes I end up running in bed when I dream I'm running to catch the train. Or I karate kick the bedside table because I dream that I fight someone. Or scream bloody murder because I have a nightmare. Anyway, I thought, the reader has that too, and that she's in relationship with either Eddie or Steve, and friends with the other, and whoever she's friends with notices that she's suddenly got a lot of bruises and gets scared that she's being abused, but in reality it's because bf has to hold her when she dreams, and it shows out when the friend comes by late at night thinking to "catch" the bf, and reader is asleep but suddenly she's screaming from the bedroom like she's being murdered, and the boyfriend is like "yeah, she has a nightmare".

Warnings; Some angst, fluff.

@slightlyvicked hope you like this.

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"Shh, it's okay baby, I've got you. I've got you" Eddie soothes her and holds her gently to his chest.

She wakes up, her legs in a tangle around the sheets, sweat on her forehead. Eddie's gentle tones relax her and she winces, her legs ache a little, she had a dream that she was running and that resulted In her running in her sleep.

Due to the parasomnia she had sometimes, she would live out her dreams. Like running in her sleep, sometimes she would scream in her sleep and scream out loud due to nightmares.

It was called a REM-sleep behaviour disorder or RSBD and it was due to the part of the brain that is meant to be resting when we dream, with RSBD it didn't rest.

Eddie was amazing when she went through and he was always there for her, holding her tight, speaking to her soothingly and kissing her hair.

"Thank you for being here Eddie," she says and cuddles into him and his scent soothes her, Old Spice and cigarettes, it calmed her down every time.

"Always princess".

❤

Steve was on a mission with Robin.

"Dingus, this is Eddie we are talking about there is no way in hell that he would ever hurt yn". Steve nods.

"Look, deep down I know that but she still has bruising on her arms and I can't think of a reason that it would be there like that, it looks like finger-shaped bruising Robin".

Robin quitens.

"She's one of my best friends and I need to make sure she is okay, which is why I am going over to her house, with you and see what's going on".

A mix of anger and nerves were building in his stomach because if Eddie was hurting yn then there would be hell to pay.

He rings the doorbell to her house and Eddie answers, he smiles.

"Hey Harrington, Robin" Robin gives Eddie a little wave but Steve cuts to the chase.

"Where is she? I want to see yn! She has bruises on her arms Eddie, finger-shaped bruising and if I find out you've hurt her...

Eddie gapes then grows annoyed.

"What the fuck! I would never ever hurt my princess, she's my world".

Steve frowns.

"Then why does she have the bruises then? I don't understand" at this point they all hear screaming and Eddie jumps into action.

"Shit" he races upstairs with Steve at his heels and Robin following.

Eddie enters yn's bedroom and Steve is anguished as he sees her thrashing around on the bed screaming and crying.

"Shh, it's okay sweetheart, I'm here" she slowly wakes up and throws her arms around Eddie who kisses her forehead.

"Eddie? Why are Steve and Robin here" Steve steps forward and explains his theories and she softens.

"Sit down Stevie, I'll explain everything" she does, she tells him about RSBD, how she lives out her dreams while she sleeps, and how Eddie holds her tight to him.

Steve is immediately apologetic but she doesn't mind. It was sweet he was protective.

"It's okay Stevie" Eddie kisses her forehead.

"Hey while you guys are here maybe we could have a movie night or something?" Eddie suggests and Robin beams.

"Ooh, I have a few suggestions if that's okay?", Yn gets up and gently kisses Steve on the cheek.

"Come on Stevie. I have Oreos with our name on them and hot chocolate" she cuddles into Eddie and they all head downstairs for movies and popcorn and cocoa.

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[babymetaldoll]

"Victory" (Spencer Reid/ Reader)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Spencer's daughter hates her father's girlfriend. But when he is in prison, life pushes them to finally get along.

Warning: Cursing, a little angst, a mean teenager, and fluff.

Word count: 5,4K

A/N: Hello, pretty people! How are you? I've missed you! Life has been a little messy and filled with angst, so writing hasn't come easy in the lastest weeks. Hope you like this story, and I hope I can bring you a new one soon 😉

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Spencer's daughter hated her dad's new girlfriend. And she wasn't subtle about it. She hated that her father was now dating, 'cos she didn't want to share his love. So now she didn't even want to be around him anymore 'cos he was so happy, it was annoying.

It wasn't that she hated her father, 'cos she loved him. But she was never going to face the fact she was jealous. She didn't want to share Spencer with anyone because he was all the family she knew, and they were a team.

Victoria Reid was twelve years old. She had grown up alone with her dad 'cos her mother had ditched the two of them soon after she was born. Spencer had tried to explain to his daughter her mom had left 'cos she wasn't ready to deal with the responsibility of being a mother, which was true. He, on the other hand, was happy to know he was going to be a father, and he repeated over and over again she was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

That was true.

When Spencer and his ex found out they were going to be parents, he was ecstatic. He couldn't wait to hold his baby in his arms and watch them grow. He didn't know his girlfriend had other plans, though, and soon after Victoria was born, she had left the two of them and never looked back.

Spencer wasn't going to lose the chance of being a dad. Even when he knew he was too young, Reid was ready to raise that baby on his own and give her all the love he had.

That's why he and Victoria were so close. Spencer was the only parent she had ever had. He was her world. And though Spencer was only 24 when Tori was born, he had given her his best.

Tori was the BAU's baby girl. Everybody in the team was a part of her life because she had grown up with them. Penelope was her best friend and godmother. Victoria would spend a lot of time with her while her dad was away on a case. Derek was her cool uncle. He helped her train to get into the basketball team and taught her how to dance. JJ was the closest to a mother figure in her life. Tori would spend time with her after school, playing with Henry. Spencer always said JJ was like a sister for him, and that's why they were all like family. Tori actually called Henry and Michel her cousins.

Emily was like her best friend. They could talk about anything, and at least twice a month, they would go out together shopping, just the two of them. Spencer always respected his daughter's relationship with his friend 'cos they were their little extended family. Tori called Rossi "Nono." He had taught her himself, and she loved going to his mansion, 'cos he always had new video games to play with her.

But then came (Y/N). She had joined the team when Victoria was only six years old, and for the first five years, they got along just fine. (Y/N) would come along shopping with her and Emily, sometimes she took Tori out for some pastries, and talked about bands, boys. Victoria loved her.

That until the incident.

She hated (Y/N) after the incident.

Victoria refused to talk to her after THE INCIDENT.

It was a warm spring afternoon, Spencer and (Y/N) had the afternoon off, and they were at his apartment... heavily making out on the couch. That's why they lost track of time.

(Y/N) and Spencer had started dating a few months before. They had been in love with each other for years. Still, neither of them had acted on it until Rossi's birthday party, when they had a little too many drinks and finally confessed their feelings. They wanted to take things slow, but when you make out in front of the whole team, it might be a little harder imagined.

But they had decided to wait for the right time to tell Victoria. But, unfortunately, the right time didn't come soon enough.

- "Dad!! I'm home!!"- Victoria opened the front door and froze in shock at the scene going on in front of her. The twelve-year-old had asked her best friend's mother to drop her home earlier when Penelope told her Spencer had already gone home. In Garcia's defense, she had no idea what was going on in Reid's residence, and if she had known, she would have never let Victoria know her dad was home.

(Y/N) widened her eyes and quickly grabbed a pillow to cover herself. She was shirtless, sitting on Spencer's lap. She still had her bra on (thank god), but anyone could tell that scene was leading to the bedroom in a few seconds.

- "Shit!"- Spencer whispered and closed his eyes as he realized what was going on. (Y/N) held her breath as she stared into the young teen's eyes. Victoria didn't know what to do or what to say, so she simply ran to her room and slammed the door.

- "Ok... so I think Tori knows about us"- (Y/N) tried to ease the mood and smiled at her boyfriend as she put on her shirt. But Spencer sighed and covered his face with both hands- "Oh, come on. It doesn't have to be a bad thing. Let me talk to her."

- "No, (Y/N), let me talk to her first."- Spencer stood up and kissed (Y/N) 's nose- "I know she is mad, and I should be the one dealing with her anger."

Reid knew his daughter well enough to anticipate her behavior. People had often told him he could be a little passive-aggressive when he was upset. And his daughter was just like him.

- "Victoria, open the door!"- he said and waited a few seconds after knocking.

- "Go away!"- the teenager yelled, laying on her bed. She felt betrayed and confused. But most of all, she felt angry that her father had decided to have a girlfriend. He had no right to do such a thing. He had to take care of her and her grandma. No one else.

- "Victoria, we need to talk about this!"

- "You seemed too busy with your girlfriend to talk to me, dad. So go away!"

- "Victoria Marie!"- Spencer knocked on the door but got no answer from his daughter. (Y/N) heard it all from the couch and tried to think of a way to fix things with the young girl.

Sadly, it wasn't going to be easy, and in the months that followed, everything was far from being normal again.

- "I hate her!"- Victoria huffed and left her book aside. Spencer was trying to explain to her why (Y/N) would stay with her and Diana while he took a short work trip for the weekend. But the girl didn't want to hear a word about it.

- "You used to get along with her just fine until we started dating."- Spencer tried to dialogue with his daughter. Still, it was honestly getting harder and harder each time they touched the subject.

- "Used to. You just said it. I have the right to change my mind about people. Why can't I stay with auntie Penelope for the weekend?"

- "Because I want you to make an effort and try to get along with (Y/N) again. Victoria, we've been through this before. I love you, and that's not going to change just because I am dating (Y/N)."

- "This is so unfair! I hate you!!"

Spence tried to stay calm, but after over four-month having the same argument almost every day, he was losing it. Victoria stormed out and slammed her bedroom door behind her back. Maybe it was better not to push it, Spencer thought, defeated, and called Penelope to ask her if his daughter could spend the weekend with her, 'cos he had to travel. Maybe Victoria and (Y/N) weren't going to get along if he forced them to spend time together.

Everyone had already tried to talk to her about what was going on: JJ, Emily, Penelope. But Victoria wasn't ready to give in. She wanted to hate (Y/N), and nothing was going to change that. Or so she thought.

The day Penelope showed up in Victoria's school and announced her something had happened to her dad was engraved in the girl's memory forever as the worst day of her life. Her father had been arrested in Mexico, but Garcia had assured her, the whole team was working to bring him home safe. Meanwhile, she would stay with her in her apartment (she was already there anyway), and Diana would stay home with her nurse.

Victoria's heart was broken. She was basically alone in the whole world. Her father was her anchor. Her protector. Her superhero. Her best friend. And now, all of a sudden, he was gone, and though everybody told her it was going to be ok, she knew it wasn't.

- "Hey,"- (Y/N) walked into Penelope's office and found Victoria doing her homework- "Pen told me you were here, and I thought maybe you'd like one of these."

The young SSA said and handed the girl a box of fresh chocolate frosted with sprinkled donuts and a strawberry milkshake. Her favorites.

But Victoria didn't reply. Instead, she looked at (Y/N) right in the eyes, not moving a muscle, and then returned to her homework.

It had been two weeks since Spencer had been accused of murder, and he had been transferred to Virginia. But the team was far from solving the case.

- "Ok, Tori, please stop this. I know you don't like me dating your dad, but this is not the right time to fight. I know..."- (Y/N) made a short pause and took a deep breath before resuming her idea- "I know how you feel."

- "No. You don't."- Victoria Reid's voice was loud and clear, like thunder, hitting earth with anger. So clear, in fact, (Y/N) widened her eyes when she heard her.

- "You have no idea how I feel. Your dad ain't in jail accused of killing some woman in Mexico. You have no right to tell me that!"

- "My boyfriend and best friend in the whole world is in jail right now, and it doesn't matter if I work myself to death 18 hours every single fucking day; I still can't find the way to help him. I feel lost and alone, and most of all, scared, 'cos I've come to realize I have no idea how to live without him anymore. I'm guessing that's very close to what you feel."

(Y/N) poured her heart with complete honesty to her boyfriend's daughter, fighting the tears back, though you could feel the desperation in her voice. She didn't know if it would be of any use, but she had to take that from her chest. She missed Spencer so much she felt she was going insane. She had no idea what to do.

Victoria stared at her, furrowing her eyes and pouting. She didn't want to cry in front of (Y/N) 'cos she didn't want her trying to console her.

- "Just because you are dating him doesn't mean you have to take care of me. I can take care of myself."- Tori said and looked at the donut. She was hungry, they looked delicious, but the teenager didn't want to accept any gift coming from (Y/N).

- "I am not here because you are my boyfriend's daughter. I thought you were a cool kid way before I fell in love with him."- (Y/N) tried to calm herself down and sat across the table from Victoria- "And I am not trying to steal him from you. I just wanna... make him happy."

- "We were happy,"- the teenager's comeback was like a slap on (Y/N) 's face, but she did her best not to take it personally. She knew it was useless fighting with a teenager.

- "I have a visit scheduled for tomorrow. If you'd like, we could go together."

Tori held her breath. She hadn't seen her father since he left for Mexico. Of course, Victoria wanted to see him and hug him. It was all she wanted in the whole world. But... she didn't want to be friendly with (Y/N).

- "If I go... it doesn't mean I like you."- the young girl whispered.

- "I know"- (Y/N) nodded, feeling already triumphant.

- "And it doesn't mean I'm ok with you dating him."

- "I understand. I just know you miss him, Tori. I really know how you feel, and I'm gonna help you whenever I get a chance."- Victoria didn't answer; she just sighed and grabbed a donut. (Y/N) tried not to smile, feeling she had a small victory.

Spencer couldn't believe it when he saw his little girl waiting for him sitting next to (Y/N) instead of his lawyer in the small grey room. Victoria stood up and ran to him the second the door opened and wrapped her arms around her father as tight as possible.

(Y/N) looked at the guards, thankful neither of them had tried to stop the teenager.

Spencer kissed his daughter's cheek a few times and whispered how sorry he was to put her under those circumstances. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He was speechless. A part of him hated the idea of his daughter visiting him in jail, but he also missed her too much to argue with (Y/N) for bringing her over.

- "I'll go fill a few forms. Be right back"- (Y/N) whispered and saw Spencer's warm smile as he mouthed "Thank you," still hugging his daughter. She whispered, "I love you," and walked outside the room. She knew Victoria would appreciate a few minutes alone with her father, and she didn't want to take that away from them. She really wanted to make Spencer and Tori happy, and spending time together was what they needed.

- "I know this is hard, peanut, but we'll get through it. I'll be out in a few weeks. I promise"- Spencer held his daughter's hands as they sat across the table.

- "I miss you"- her voice was a soft whisper, as she kept trying not to cry anymore. She didn't want to make him feel guilty, sad, or anxious.

- "Me too. How are you? How is living with aunt Penelope going?"

- "Ok... we watch a lot of movies."

- "And school?"- Tori shrugged.

- "Ok, I guess."

- "Victoria..."

- "I got a C on my history paper."

- "Baby..."

- "I know, I know, I should have tried harder, but I really didn't want to do it."

Spencer was torn between lecturing his daughter for getting a bad grade and actually telling her it was ok, 'cos they were going through a rough patch. It was obvious she might get bad grades, all things considered.

- "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you"- it was all Spencer managed to whisper.

- "Don't say that, dad. I'm sorry I slacked off."

- "You know, you could ask (Y/N) for help,"- Spencer suggested, but Tori just rolled her eyes, annoyed- "She has a master in the subject..."

- "Dad, please don't force me to talk to her."

- "I'm just saying... you don't have to be her best friend, just ask for help when needed, especially when it comes to school. Besides, it's clear she isn't a bad person if she brought you here today."

- "She just wants to win me over."- Tori mumbled and crossed her arms on her chest. But she knew her dad was right in one thing: (Y/N) had done a pretty good thing taking her to see her dad and letting them spend time together on their own.

Victoria thought she was losing her mind after three months had passed and her father was still in jail. It didn't matter that (Y/N) took her every Saturday morning to visit, played her favorite music, and bought her all the pastries she loved. She needed to live with her father again and do all the small things they loved: making breakfast together, playing scrabble, taking long walks in the park, eating ice cream. Tori even missed her father's annoying habits. She missed his rambling and how he always had an answer for everything, even for the things she didn't want to talk about with him.

Spencer was an amazing father, no questions asked, and Victoria Reid knew she couldn't ask for a better dad than him. She just wanted him back.

But things weren't going to improve soon.

When the team found out Diana Reid had been kidnapped, (Y/N) had to take a minute and lock herself in the bathroom to cry her heart out. She felt bad things were never going to cease, and she didn't want to tell Victoria. The girl had already been through so much, adding the abduction of her grandmother wasn't fair. Tori was just twelve. She shouldn't be going through all that.

- "Victoria?"

Prentiss decided she was going to be the one to tell the girl what was going on, and (Y/N) offered herself to look for her. She was in Rossi's office, reading a book curled on his comfy couch. That poor kid almost lived at the BAU by then.

- "My homework is done."- she replied, not taking her eyes from the page she was reading.

- "That's good. And what are you reading?"- Tori sighed and showed her the cover- "Something Wicked this way comes," I love that book"- (Y/N) smiled and took a look around.

- "Figured my father forced you to read it."

- "Actually, I read it when I was ten, and it's one of my favorite books."- (Y/N) looked at Victoria, but the teenager kept pretending to read, ignoring her- "Emily needs to talk to you."

- "And why are you here? Why didn't aunt Emily come? Are you her secretary?"- there was something about Victoria's attitude that reminded (Y/N) of Reid.

- "I wanted to see you, see how you were doing, and take you to the conference room"- Tori sighed and stood up. She hoped Emily had good news about her father, 'cos she was honestly going insane.

But of course, Prentiss didn't have any good news.

- "I'm sorry, Tori, but... you are going to have to stay here tonight"- the girl frowned, confused, and looked at the whole team around her. Everybody looked like they hadn't slept in days. Which, by the way, was very accurate.

- "Why?"

- "'Cos we are going to have to..."- Emily paused and held her breath, staring at her niece's eyes.- "I'm sorry, Tori, but this is the truth: the woman who framed your father has kidnapped Diana, and I'm scared she might try to get you too. So until we catch her, the safest place to be is here, at the BAU. With us."

Tori gasped and covered her mouth with both hands as tears filled her eyes in a second.

- "Nana? Is she ok?"

- "We don't know yet, but we are working to bring her home safe as soon as possible"- JJ caressed Tori's arm and tried to hold her, but she pushed her away mad frowned.

- "You keep saying that, you keep telling me you are working to bring my family home safe, but so far, you haven't done anything!! I am still alone! Dad is in jail, and everybody knows he is innocent! And now nana is gone too!!"

- "Baby, we know it is hard, but..."- Emily wanted to explain to Victoria everything was more complex than they had expected, but the girl covered her ears and shook her head, yelling as she stormed out of the room

- "I don't wanna hear you!! I want my dad!!"

It was painful to hear those things, 'cos the team was doing the best they could for Reid and his family, but they could understand the frustration and, most of all, the fear that little girl felt.

- "I'll talk to her,"- (Y/N) said and turned to Emily- "You guys continue what you were doing. I'll try to calm her down."

- "Are you sure you wanna go?"- Emily asked and cut (Y/N) a short smile.

- "Yeah, for once, she is mad at all of us, not just me."

The young SSA walked to Garcias's office, where Tori was hidden underneath a desk, crying.

- "Hey."

- "Leave me alone."

- "I know I'm the last person you wanna be with right now, and I am sorry I can't do anything to make you feel better. I can only promise you this: we are doing all we can to bring your dad and your grandmother back home safe." - (Y/N) whispered as she walked slowly towards the girl, who sobbed, whipping off the tears from her eyes.

- "Just leave me alone. I want to be alone,"- Tori mumbled and wrapped her arms around herself, sobbing.

- "I'm not gonna leave you alone, Tori. You are not alone here with us."

- "I am alone!! I want my daddy!! I need my daddy!!"- the girl continued crying her eyes out, hidden underneath the desk. (Y/N) kneeled next to her and sat on the floor.

- "Come here"- it was a bold move, 'cos (Y/N) knew the girl was going to reject her, but she didn't care. She couldn't deal with her sadness, and it scared her to think how bad the child was feeling. So, (Y/N) opened her arms and moved the teen closer to her.

Surprisingly, the girl didn't reject her. Instead, she cried against the fabric of (Y/N) 's sweater and sobbed, shaking, as (Y/N) caressed her hair carefully.

- "I swear, we are not gonna rest until he is free and until Diana is home."

- "I want my family back,"- Victoria mumbled and sighed.

- "You'll get it. I swear, I'll do everything I can to bring them back to you."

That was the first time since (Y/N) started dating Spencer that Victoria let her close. In the middle of the mess they were all lost into, it felt like a little break of peace. Another small victory for the young woman.

(Y/N) didn't mind spending the whole night awake going through an endless pile of files if it meant there was a chance to bring Spencer back home. Tori stayed in Rossi's office, where she made something that looked pretty much like a fort on the couch, with blankets and pillows, to hide from the rest of the world.

It was heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time, looking at the girl hidden there, trying to read, trying to draw, trying to do anything to take her mind from reality. Penelope brought her something to eat, but she rejected it, saying she wasn't hungry. Emily and JJ had tried to talk to her, but Tori kindly said she wanted to be alone. Even Morgan had called her and announced to her he was taking a plane from Chicago to help the team looking for Diana.

None of that cheered Victoria up.

- "I bought you this,"

Around ten, (Y/N) opened Rossi's door and walked in, holding a box of frosted chocolate donuts with sprinkles.

- "They always cheer your dad up, so I'm counting they will do the trick with you too"- the young woman tried to joke but found Victoria crying quietly insider her fort.

- "Please, just leave me alone,"- she whispered and hid her face with both her hands. (Y/N) didn't pay attention and sat with her inside the fort.

- "Not a chance."

- "I really don't wanna do this now, just leave me alone,"- the girl sighed, defeated, and continued crying.

- "Come here, I told you, you are not alone."

- "I am alone, (Y/N)! My dad is in jail, my grandma is kidnapped, and my mother left me 'cos she didn't love me!"

- "No, baby, don't say that"- (Y/N) wrapped her arms around Tori and kissed the top of her head.

- "I know my mom didn't want to have me, and maybe she was right... maybe I am cursed, and all this is my fault."

- "Victoria Marie Reid, you are talking senseless" (Y/N) held the girl's shoulder and looked into her eyes.

- "You are an adorable young girl who deserves the best in the world. Why did this happen? I don't know, bad shit happens in life, and we must try to learn something from it. That's it. There's no reason or cause. Shit happens, baby, but we must raise stronger than before. You are an incredible young girl, and I know your dad is proud of you. I am proud of you, 'cos you've been so courageous and brave."

- "You are just saying that 'cos you are with my dad."

- "No. I would say that even if I hated your dad. You know why? 'Cos I am not lying, you are awesome, and I love you, get that into your head. And you are not alone, 'cos I am here, see?"- (Y/N) ran her thumb on Tori's cheek, whipping off a few of her tears- "I'm here even when you don't want me to be, so I don't know if you can tell, but you are doomed, you can't get rid of me now. I'm like a disease, but a good one... I don' know if there's a good disease. I'm sure your dad would have the answer for my random comment right now."

Both Victoria and (Y/N) chuckled at the same time, and the girl nodded.

- "He definitely would..."

- "He would also lecture me why I shouldn't give you sugar after dinner, but he is not here, and I am not telling him, so please don't tell him 'cos he is going to be mad at me... and at you."- (Y/N) handed Tori the box of donuts, and the girl smiled.

- "I won't tell him."

- "Great, we have our own little sugary secret. Eat all the donuts you want; I'm going to be with the team in the conference room. Emily has a meeting early morning with the judge."- (Y/N) kissed the top of Vitoria's head and stood up.

- "If you need anything, I'm across the hall."- the SSA said, and the girl nodded, chewing a donut.

- "Thank you, (Y/N)"

By the next day, the miracle had happened. Victoria couldn't stop crying when (Y/N) announced she was taking Spencer back home. Tori stood in front of his father's girlfriend and felt how the tears filled her eyes in less than a minute. Happy tears, for once.

(Y/N) smiled at her, glad to know the young girl was going to have her life back. It surprised her when Tori hugged her, wrapping her arms around her tight. (Y/N) stayed still for an instant, trying to understand what was happening. She hugged Victoria and kissed the top of her head. The child was crying, and suddenly, so was she. The nightmare was over. At least a part of it. They still needed to find Diana. But the fact they were going to have Reid back was already giving everybody the peace of mind they needed to finish the task.

(Y/N) held Spencer's hand tight all the way from the prison to the BAU. He kept his eyes locked on their hands, fingers tangled together. He couldn't believe it was actually happening. He couldn't believe he was a free man.

- "How's Tori?"- he whispered and turned to his girlfriend. Penelope and Luke were in the car with them, but somehow, Spencer could only register the presence of his girlfriend. Not because he didn't care about his friends, but because he could only take just a small amount of information at the time. It was all too much for him at that moment.

- "Good. She has been incredibly strong."

- "Did you tell her about mom?"- Spencer was afraid to ask but needed to know what was going on with his daughter. (Y/N) nodded and sighed.

- "We decided it was better if she knew what was happening, we had to keep her at the BAU, and she was going to get suspicious she couldn't go to Penelope's... sorry."

- "Don't be. You did what was best for her."- Spencer turned to his girlfriend and smiled at her for a second. It was a short, sweet smile. Almost shy. But it was enough to warm her heart and wake the butterflies in her stomach. She was so in love with Spencer Reid, everything he did fluster her.

Victoria thought her heart was about to burst as he waited for her father to arrive. Spencer looked at (Y/N) one last time, and she squeezed his hand kindly, smiling when the elevator door opened, and all he heard was:

- "Daddy!!"- Tori yelled and ran to hug Spencer as soon as she saw him. He couldn't even step out of the elevator when his daughter nearly tackled him, wrapping her arms around him tight.

- "My baby!"- he whispered and spun her in the air a few times- "Are you ok?"- he held her face with both hands and took a good look at her. She was crying but smiling as she nodded.

- "I'm so happy to see you, dad."

- "I missed you so, so much"- Spencer kissed the top of her head and sighed. (Y/N) smiled, and whipped off the tears from her eyes as she stared at the scene. Garcia and Luke stood next to her, enjoying a brief moment of happiness and peace.

- "Me more,"- Victoria whispered and hugged Spencer again- "I swear I'm never going to fight with you again."

- "I'm taking a mental note of that,"- he answered and felt her body shaking as she giggled. Spencer hadn't heard his daughter laugh, giggle, or even watched her smile in the three months he had spent away from her. And that sound was sweet and warm, like a balm to his soul.

- "I'm sorry, Spencer... but, we have to..."- Emily interrupted the moment and smiled at her friend. They all knew they still had to do one more thing before celebrating. They had to take Diana Reid back home safe and sound. Victoria let her father go and smiled at him.

- "I love you, dad."

- "I love you too, princess."

And as the team walked to the conference room to brief Spencer about the case and update him with the latest information, (Y/N) felt someone hold her hand.

- "Thank you,"- Victoria whispered and cut her a smile that warmed her heart.

- "Come here,"- she answered and turned around to wrap her arms around her for a second. Spencer looked at them, and for once, he didn't know what to say. Victoria and (Y/N) just stood in the middle of the hall, hugged for a few minutes, and Reid couldn't believe it. It was so heartwarming and emotional; he really didn't know how to react.

- "Come on, dad!! You are going to miss the movie!"- Victoria yelled and set the popcorn on the coffee table.

- "You can pause it!"- Spencer yelled from his desk, where he was finishing writing a letter for his mother.

- "Or you can hurry!"- Tori answered and sat on the couch.

- "Here's your tea, your highness"- (Y/N) walked to the girl holding a tray filled with cups and more snacks- "Come on, honey! We are not waiting for you!"

Three months after prison and life had never been so good for Spencer, Victoria, and (Y/N).

- "I had never seen you so eager to watch a Marvel movie, since when are you two fans of Thor?"- Spencer walked to the living room, hearing his girlfriend and daughter laugh.

- "Always, huge fan."- (Y/N) smiled and tapped on the couch. Reid sat between his two women and sighed.

- "I can smell the sarcasm in the air."

- "No, honey. We love Thor, right Tori?"

- "Yes! Big fans, huge, the biggest fans"- Spencer looked at his daughter and raised an eyebrow.

- "Ok, I'll buy it. Let's watch the movie."

(Y/N) and Tori giggled at the very same moments like they were sharing a secret joke Spencer couldn't understand, but he didn't really matter. He was happy, his heart was content, and there was nothing more perfect that minute, 'cos his family was all on the same couch, watching a movie, enjoying an afternoon together. Like he had always dreamt of.

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