#sweetest boy in the world. only 8 years old

[carolinanadeau]

did some bird flap its wings over in Asia?

did some force take you because I didn't pray?

every single thing to come has turned into ashes

[percygranate]

Hey, so I usually don't ever ask people for money, but I am kind of at the end of my abilities and cried too much today to care about it anymore:

My dog, who I rescued in Croatia in 2017 after he was found eating dirt in the forrest, Lu, is turning 8 years old next mont. He is the sweetest and softest fur baby, and look like an ice bear. He never ever has been in a fight with another animal and thinks everyone, no matter the species, is his best friend.

He is also my best friend, and I initially adopted him after starting therapy after moving out of home for Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Agoraphobia, and C-PTSD, which had me not leave the house for years. He is my best friend in fur and helped me to get back out into the world again after it had been nothing but awful to me.

I fixed myself, fixing Lu, when nobody wanted him and nobody wanted me.

For two months now he has been dealing with severe hip and back issues. It started abruptly, with him no longer wanting to play and be on long walk, suddenly struggling to get up, and as something our vet called “just a little muscle inflammation” and a one-week medication treatment that cost us 150€.

Lu felt better for 1 1/2 weeks and even started playing a little again before the pain came back. This time, we paid 100€ for a milder medication as the vet did wanna put him again on those string monster pills he was on before as it would’ve damaged his system. I gave him those pills every day (he, by now, is such good boy at taking them) and he did again better for a 1/2 week without daily medication.

Again, he couldn't get up, started crying at night, is no longer is able to sleep in my bed, no longer lay on his back, and he only lays on the floor, trying not to get up and walk around as he is in pain, he no longer plays… So we went to the vet again.

This time, we paid 80€ for a few of the strong medications he got in the first place. Diagnosis: “Old boy. Arthritis. Inflamed hip.” We were meant to give him two of those pills on days he is struggling more than the by now basic.

Two days ago, I was on a walk with Lu, just leaving my apartment complex, when he collapsed for the first time and fell down in the middle of a crosswalk. There was no chance of him getting up. Car drivers hated us, and I bagged for minutes that he would try getting up.

After I nearly started crying, he finally forced himself up, walked a few meters, and fell again. It was like his hips just couldn't carry him anymore. Watching him to try forcing himself up but struggling so badly is something that kills me every time I see it, but I am used to it by now, sadly.

He finally got up after 30 minutes and we walked home. I gave him his pills and after a nap we ran around pretty well, even the next day he was doing so much better. I should've not thought this was over.

Today my boyfriend took him on a walk. The same thing happened, but this time Lu screamed out in pain first. This time there was no getting up. Even after my boyfriend called me and I ran over in my pajamas as Lu is known to be a mama’s boy.

We called our vet, who told us we needed to go to the animal hospital. The animal hospital told us they would charge us roughly 2500€ for an X-ray and have Lu there overnight and treated.

The secretary from the animal hospital told us we were not allowed to pay it back at monthly rates when we asked.

We asked why it was so expensive; she replied, “We are the only ones doing this in the city, so we can choose our prices as we see fit.”

We asked how other people could afford that, crying in the middle of the street as our dog still lay there, unable to walk or even get up, and she told us, “Everyone can afford that.”

When my boyfriend told her he needed to talk to me about it, she replied, “Yeah, sure. Just call us if you actually need and want our help.”

I am disabled, suffering from Hypermobile Ehlers Danlos Sympton, am in the middle of getting a POTS diagnosis, and have Autism and ADHD. I am physically due to the chronic pain not able to work. I don't have that kind of money to just whip out like it is nothing.

For my boyfriend, this kind of money is more than his monthly loan.

There is no worse feeling than when your pet is in pain and needs to be medically treated, but you can't get them the help they need because YOU do not earn enough.

We cried and tried to get up Lu for an hour before calling my mother, who I am low contact with as she emotionally abused my for decates and is part of the reason I have C-PTSD. She drove us the a Animal Hospital outside the city, as they were the last suggestion our vet could give us and the told us they would charge less for the same kind of help and work.

There, we were prepared to pay the 300€ to have Lu no matter how, even if we needed to/manage to have my mother borrow it to us.

The vet was amazing, seeing the problem the moment Lu finally stood up and walked for the first time.

His hips are fucked, probably the back too, and he has Arthritis. But right now, they can't do any of the X-rays because first his fever and inflammation need to go down.

Today we paid 100€, Lu got a big shot, and for the first big pain and fever, starting tomorrow, he will regularly take two of those initially given strong pills once a day so he hopefully can have the x-rays next week.

My dog was mentally a puppy jumping around like a little deer until this started. He always wanted to play, always ran around and did something. This took all the joy in life for him.

I’m asking for help to pay for the X-ray and whatever treatment will follow for Lu after.

https://www.paypal.me/percygranate

UPDATE:

Today we had the X-Ray appointment and paid 352€

Hips and back are okay.

BOTH OF LU’S KNEES ARE FUCKED.

Cruciate Ligament Rupture & the knee joints are fucked.

The operation will be a two timer and cost us 4000€

I am currently not able to tell you how I am going to pay this. I barely managed to pay the X-rays today.

I amcurrently not even in possession of a life insurance that could help my dog if I kick it. /ifywim

Again:

I am BEGGING, if you have even a euro or dollar or whatever to spare, please help me.

https://www.paypal.me/percygranate

(paypal also uses my deadname, so please ignore that)

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

Prologue before the Chorus begins | OHSHC x Male Reader

Prologue time!! Enjoy!! My Wattpad and Quotev!

Description: Of A Melody there once was

Prolouge:  Prologue before the Chorus begins | {You are here}

Chapter 1: An introduction to the first note

Chapter 2: The joining of notes to create a nostalgic song 

Chapter 3: Violin of Harmony

Chapter 4: Remembering the screeching tune in the memory | TBR

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WARNING: implied death

Everyone had surrounded the young boy in the suit that fit his stature. His eyes so bright and full of life as he stood in the middle of the crowd. He loved having everyone's eyes on him. His lips had moved rhythmically as each note, each lyric, dripped out of his mouth like honey. 

With the last word he had sung, there was a pause. All the guests there had clapped and cheered. This was young Y/n's life, and he was used to it. It wasn't a big life or an important one, but it was his. As his mini concert had ended, Y/n stepped toward his mom playfully. 

“How was that mama? Did I do the notes right?”

The young boy's mother stared down at him with a kind smile. She had picked up the boy to flaunt to her friends as they complimented him. She wasn't avoiding the question, just needed to show the young boy she held in her hands how much of an impact he had on everyone around him. The young boy was a charmer, there was no doubt about that fact in anyone's mind.

This was not intentional. Every time he had tugged at the heart stings of his audience, it was all unintentional. Y/n was oblivious to this all the time, and it left him in an ignorance that was sort of a blissful one. His mother and pulled him in front of her while she held him close.

"You did beautifully Y/n! Everyone was enchanted! Taken to the world as your melody played through your voice."

The little boy in her arms had sparkles in his eyes. He was so proud his mother thought so highly of him. He was only 7 years old, but people saw a great future in him. He was not of wealth or fame, not of big fame that is, and of moderate wealth. His family was having a small party with friends, and this was all just to get Y/n to sing his melody to the friends of his parents.

They sometimes used the boy as a way to brag or bring some praise to them, but it brought so much joy to see everyone enjoy his melodies and songs. His singing was not the only musical talent Y/n had. 

The singing was only one of many acts he was going to do for the guests in front of him. He was very well versed in many musical instruments, but Y/n did have his favorites. Even though they were of cliché choices, Violin and Piano were his favorites.

They were the sweetest out of the most, and delicate. Much like the boy who played them. He never understood how someone could make these instruments sound so aggressive, but he always made them delicate and soft, even with the songs of an aggressive tone. It may be because the instrument matches that of who plays them. 

Before the second act, Y/n went to go find his closest friend. It was the only other child who was invited, and this is because this child was polite and of a nature that matched that of grown-ups. But with Y/n the two acted as any child would. 

Y/n had found his brown haired friend after a minute of searching. It took longer because he was stopped by all the guests he passed to get a picture with them or to talk to them. It was mostly chatter of asking if he remembered them, which he didn't most of the time. 

"Haru-chan! I'm over here!"

The brown eyed child looked at her friend with a blank stare. Y/n had run up to her with a big hug and spun her around. The two had gone to school together, and they lived pretty close, even if Y/n lived in a small house.

 Y/n was really fond of Haruhi, she had made him happy and stood by him when no one would. Even if the two were only 7, they were really close with each other. They had been friends since they were 3.

"Did you like my song?"

Haruhi had nodded slightly as a response before her gentle voice had spoke.

"Mhm, it seems everyone else did too. I do have a question."

Y/n perked up at the thought of Haruhi having a question for him. She rarely did because she had the little boy figured out so quickly. But one thing had stumped her about his character.

"Why do you sing?"

Y/n had giggled at the question, but not in a way of being mean. No, it was in a gentle, childlike way. 

"Because my melodies bring everyone so much joy! After each note of a song, people seem to be smiling!"

After that, the two played with each other. They played pretend mostly. Y/n was always the prince and Haruhi the knight or someone that would protect the prince. She never liked the gender roles of being the princess, and she saw herself more of a protector. 

Haruhi had made it her duty to be Y/n's protector in a way since he was so popular for his singing. But sadly, this would have been one of the last times he would have sung for a group of people.

……………………………………………………………………………………..

Stuck in a white hospital, with his dad, Y/n was sitting ideally. Curious as to why they were here. Was Y/n sick? He didn't feel sick. He hadn't realized his mother was not with them. Y/n was only 10, he was more focused on the thoughts of curiosity of the surroundings.

He also wondered why he was not in school. Right now, he would have been studying with Haruhi, and making her panic a bit with his lack of knowledge on some things. 

The two had cared for each other as if they were siblings, and some thought their relationship would be deeper than what they showed. They were only children, however, and only ever saw each other as siblings. Y/n had tugged on his father's sleeve. 

"Dad, why are we here? Do I need a check-up? Are you sick?"

His father seemed to be stuck in his own mind as to what to tell this innocent child of his. He had not realized how much this would hurt his father. 

"Y/n, my sweetest child of mine. Your mother is very sick right now. They might need to keep her in the hospital."

His father looked away with sadness. Y/n's eyes were shocked. His mother sick? No, it couldn't be his mother. His mother wasn't sick. Y/n was stuck in a loop of denial. 

This poor boy was so sucked into his thoughts that he didn't notice he buried his head in his father's sleeve, crying. Y/n's father only patted him on the head, joining his child in the crying. 

"Not my momma! She's gonna get better, right? She'll be okay and come back right, papa?"

The boy's father did not answer, only bringing his child closer to him. The nurse at the reception desk looked at them both with sympathy in her eyes. She could only imagine what their future would be like. 

A year passed and Y/n's dearest mother was not doing any better. Haruhi and Y/n had visited her as much as they could, and Y/n even sang her songs. But Haruhi had noticed that after each visit, her friend grew more and more timid. Y/n's mother was his lifeline, so of course he was lower than he was before. Y/n had always thanks Haruhi for joining and comforting him whenever he cried.

This week was especially hard because Y/n's mother was in a comatose state. Haruhi only ever had empathy for her friend during this time. She recalled the time when her own mother had died and all the time Y/n used to try to make her feel better. 

All the songs he had sung for her. Y/n even joined Haruhi when she would pray to her mother. She greatly appreciated Y/n for this, and intended to do the same. 

"She's not getting any better. No matter what song I sing, she never smiles at the end. Am I doing a bad job, Haru-chan?"

Haruhi felt a pang in her heart for the young boy she stared at. Even though his goal for singing was a sweet one, it was one of the worst. This is because even if one person did not smile at the end of one of Y/n's melodies, he would feel saddened. 

"It's not your fault, Y/n. She's just really tired right now, and needs to rest. Come on, let's go get some ice cream. My dad said he could take us to the small shop you like so much."

Y/n cheered up at this for a bit, but it didn't cure his full sadness. He enjoyed his time with Haruhi and her father. He loved her dad, he always thought Ryoji was funny. He even liked his job and thought it was a cool job to have. 

Ryoji counted Y/n as one of his own sons because of how much time the boy spent with the small family. And during the last year, Y/n's father had asked them to take care of him while he worked. 

After the week had finished, Y/n got the dreaded news he never wanted. Y/n's mother had passed on, and the once joyous boy was solemn and sad. Haruhi tried her best to cheer the poor boy up, and it worked a couple of times, but never fully. 

Y/n's father was always busy, so he was left either alone or in the care of Haruhi's father. It made Y/n sad because he desperately wanted his father to comfort him. 

After another year had passed, Y/n's father decided to move to America. He wanted a fresh start and leaving the past of his dead wife. Y/n was apposed to this because he would be leaving his dearest friend behind. His father understood, but said that Y/n could visit whenever he wanted. They had said their goodbyes, and luckily Y/n had a means of still talking to Haruhi.

But after they had left for America, Y/n's melody had stopped. He still sang, but never for others. It was more for himself to remember his mom. He still played, but it was for his mother. Everything he did that involved music was for the remembrance of his mother. 

After every song had ended, he would end up a teary mess. The tears had stopped happening a couple of years later, but the songs still left Y/n sad.

His father had signed Y/n up to become a singer prodigy, but Y/n refused. However, Y/n still did it. Y/n had become a mini celerity within his area, but it wasn't something he wanted. He only wanted the fame if his mother was there. But even with his melody dying out, it never did stop. 

With high school nearing close for Y/n, his father had gotten a letter of recommendation from the Ouran school chairman himself. His father was reluctant to enroll his son, especially back in the area he had left behind. But Y/n's father had given him some thought and called Ryoji. They both agreed that Y/n could stay in the apartment next to them and that Y/n could return to his old home. Y/n's father told him about the news and right after he got it, Y/n bolted for the airport right away.

Y/n had made some decent money being the mini celerity he had become, but he was still considered of the lower class. So Y/n was left with a scholarship, but luckily enough was able to afford the uniform. Though when he arrived, Y/n was so focused on trying to prepare for school, he didn't get a chance to meet back up with Haruhi the way he wanted.

In fact, Y/n didn’t even realize he was moving in right next to Haruhi. This was a detail his father left out, but it wasn’t purposeful. He did say Ryoji would check up on Y/n, but nothing about Haruhi. 

Little did Y/n know, he would see her. The first day of school at the new school he was going to attend. And he had opted out on wearing the uniform the first day. 

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[hvartofglass]

𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙄𝙉𝙂 ... 𝖡𝖠𝖤 𝖸𝖴𝖭𝖧𝖤𝖤 ( 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖫𝖠𝖢𝖪 𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪, 2019 )

wait till you hear about this next nominee: BAE YUNHEE, born on the 10th of JULY, 1997 and bears a striking resemblance to KIM YERIM. they’re a FIRST year BACHELOR OF MEDIA & COMMUNICATION STUDIES student and HER INFLUENCE AS A SCION OF THE HEO FAMILY AS WELL AS HER PROMINENCE IN VOLUNTEERING AND SOCIAL ACTIVISM — impressed yet? rumor has it they’re hoping to be the HEAD OF PUBLIC RELATIONS OF THE GRAND ELYSIAN GROUP, but personally, i think they should aim a little higher — something like the king’s club, for one. now, that suits them a little more, don’t you think? guess we’ll just have to see if they’ve got the talent for it in our upcoming recruitment round.

happy belated opening day! so sorry to everyone who's been waiting for me to reply messages, but i wanted to make sure i put out the intro first so we could go straight ahead with plotting once i put up enough information! not to mention i still have to work on my pages for yunhee. anyway i'm fae ( 22+ years old, she/her and gm+8 ) and here's my little black rook, who used to be the sweetest angel now turned into the cruelest demon. warning : this is a really long read ahead because i somehow can't help myself. anyway just drop a like and i'll be running into your dms to start plotting! ( either tumblr ims or discord at your request )

SUMMARY

HERE'S HOW HISTORY BEGINSㅤ:ㅤ although it is true that the heo family's nouveau empire has only just risen to modernity, the family has already amassed a fortune ten times greater in a fraction of the time it took ancient dynasties — the whole legacy built by a self-made hotelier owning a chain of the most luxurious and opulent resorts and hotels around the nation under his own luxury hotel conglomerate, the grand elysian group.

but in spite of their rise of power in modernity, the heo family was still a family that followed the archaic hierarchy. in other words, its old age misogyny : where sons are to be raised as future leaders, whilst daughters are more likely to be trained as potential brides so they could be traded off for business merges and contracts. and being the youngest daughter of the youngest daughter, bae yunhee was quite frankly doomed from the beginning.

being the youngest of four children and the only daughter, yunhee had already been deemed useless in the eyes of her mother from the moment she'd drawn her breath in the world. her mother had only ever wanted and needed sons so they could be raised, trained to fight for her honor in the never-ending civil war for the throne of the grand elysian group. daughters were thought to be too weak for her goals, so her mother didn't hesitate to pawn yunhee off in the care of the nannies.

bae yunhee was undoubtedly the black sheep of the family, growing resentful of the family's obvious favoritism towards her brothers whilst she'd been left in the dust. for the longest time, she desperately yearned for even the slightest silver of attention and affection from her family while also longing for their acknowledgement for her achievements. but no matter how hard she tried, it was just never enough. and yunhee wondered if she was cursed to live in the shadows.

AND THEN CAME HIM.ㅤnoh hyungseo, the golden boy and the gilded heir. yunhee herself can’t begin to tell the tale of how she managed to catch his attention and his heart, for all she knew was that he wanted her and he wouldn't stop chasing her until he had her. not like she could deny him in the first place. after all, noh hyungseo was every girl’s fantasy of a charming prince.

safe to say that noh hyungseo had invested everything into molding yunhee into becoming his ideal woman. he had given her everything she had ever asked for and more. her family had been more than ecstatic when yunhee of all people started dating hyungseo; so much that they actually began paying more attention to her than ever before — especially her own mother.

all of a sudden, she was given the opportunities she'd only ever seen given to her older brothers. finally becoming on par with the rest of her relatives when she started to gain media attention for her beauty and perfect mannerisms whilst joining the many philanthropic activities and attending many fundraising events. she's now the face of the family's philanthropy, the very paragon of virtue for the whole world to lay their eyes upon.

bae yunhee may be many things, but she's no fool. she knows that the reason her family is giving her the attention she'd long sought after was because they were betting on her relationship to foster businesses connections with hyungseo's family, hoping for a union between the forgettable daughter and the blue blooded real estate heir that would have their businesses entwined forever.

yunhee had always known the truth. she may have been more in love with the idea of noh hyungseo than the flesh and blood beneath the veneer of him. but even so, she would still claim it to be love. the world had made way for hyungseo, the way it did for emperors, kings and conquerors. is it really so bad that she wants to be the chosen queen to rule by his side once hyungseo have ascended to his rightful throne to his empire?

BUT HERE'S WHEN THINGS STARTS TO REALLY FALL APART.ㅤwhen she had only just adjusted to a new life at SNU, yunhee had suddenly been approached by a chessmaster and was given an exclusive invitation to join the king's club, which only left the girl stupified. there's no real use in having her around, especially when her second oldest brother was already an alumni of king's club a few years back. still, it was a coveted invitation that people would do absolutely anything for to have it. and yunhee would be foolish if she were to reject such golden opportunity.

for most part, she had only followed her boyfriend's lead during her days as an initiate even despite knowing too well that hyungseo was her competitor for the position. but yunhee never really cared for the club the same way that hyungseo did. frankly, the only reason she'd even joined the club in the first place was to make sure to reign hyungseo in and never allow his eyes wander to any other woman, especially cxd7. she wasn't about to let any women take a chance at her boyfriend, not when she had worked so hard to keep him to herself.

she should have reigned hyungseo in harder, kept his behavior in check. perhaps then the darling wouldn't have had to lose him to a stupid ritual and a stupid lake, all because hyungseo was simply too egotistical and overly confident.

bae yunhee was absolutely devastated by the loss of her boyfriend. even moreso, when hyungseo in death wouldn't be given the courtesy of justice. she was nearly hysterical when she'd been forced to kept her mouth shut and had to follow the script along with the rest of the members so they could hide the club's existence from the police and the public. her conditions only worsened during the funeral when she'd gotten in an argument with one of the chessmaster and was downrightly humiliated when the chessmaster cruelly exposed the reason for her invitation in the first place was because of her late boyfriend.

and this was the starting point of her resentment towards the king's club.

ALL EYES WERE ON HER.ㅤespecially when she gained so much media attention as the grieving girlfriend and beloved high school sweetheart of the late noh hyungseo. the world had pitied her for her loss and in turn, yunhee saw a chance. yunhee found weaponry in the attention surrounding her and didn't waste any time to utilize it to the best of her abilities. which is why after graduating from SNU, yunhee had established a charity foundation in the name and honor of her late boyfriend which only skyrocketed her likeability towards the public to the point she had been hailed as their beloved darling.

life had become beautifully effortless for bae yunhee, especially when she began working in the family's business in the public relations department before her promotion as the grand elysian group’s  head of public relations .

but even with her bright future ahead of her, yunhee had never forgotten her hatred and resentment towards the king's club, wanting to do nothing more but to burn it down to a crisp. especially knowing that she only became an official member of the club because her late boyfriend was dead.

she blames everyone in the club for his death, even herself. because in her eyes, she's no better than rest of them. especially when his shadow haunts her still, looming across every facet and reflection of the lives and future they could have built together.

PERSONALITY.

they say the loveliest angels makes the cruelest demons. and perhaps they were right. 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖻𝖺𝖾 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗁𝖾𝖾 was the living example of such statement. once upon a time, she'd been the sweetest girl to have ever lived — with her delicate and gentle disposition, along with a heart of gold that she wears upon her sleeves to match. emphatic and kind to a fault, yunhee had been once the type to never hesitate to lend a hand to others. she admittedly sees the world in a rose-colored view, often finding beauty in everywhere she could. but that doesn't mean she's a stranger to the rather more noxious side of emotions, especially envy and jealousy as she'd grown to be extremely resentful of her family's favoritism. and due to her longing for attention as well as her desperation for validation, yunhee had been very malleable to influences if it meant any way that she could be loved and desired. but after the incident and herself suffering both a broken heart and a broken pride, yunhee began to change herself for the worst. she became more guarded, more distrustful of the world around her, and absolutely resentful than she ever was before. she was now a mosaic of once beautiful broken pieces, a collection of everyone's worst nightmare. mercurial and manipulative, she makes it a point to everyone and anyone to never ever underestimate her again.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

I very much prefer brainstorming but i do have a lot of ideas we could expand on, such as : the chessmaster senior who she had an argument at hyungseo's funeral and is now considered enemy number one because they humiliated her during the worst times of her life, a very small group of friends who she sincerely trusts, people who genuinely mourns over hyungseo, potential allies during their initiation days ( people who just didn't want hyunseo to become an official member so she's the next best thing ha, ), enemies/frenemies, a long list of men that she constantly flirts with in front of hyungseo just to spite him and invoke jealousy out of him ( even better if they were friends with hyungseo or hated hyungseo, because ya girl is messsssyyyy ), people who suspects her for being the informant ( because lets be honest, she doesn't hide her vitriol and resentment towards the king's club at all after what happened )

[boldlyvoid]

No Longer Alone Together: Part 8

Part 8 | Masterlist

December 24th:  

Once the kids are all asleep, they each gather all their presents for the other person and meet downstairs in front of the tree. She has just one box full of things that she wrapped and he has all her gifts individually wrapped inside a Christmas bag. 

The only year they missed this tradition was when they had Atlas, they had to wait till boxing day to open gifts with their tiny little baby in the bassinet beside them. This year they’re alone again, Atlas went down to bed last, so very excited for tomorrow because he can’t wait to give his dad his present. Not because he wants to open everything Santa brought him… he just wants to give people things. He’s the sweetest boy in the world, maybe even the whole universe? 

“Okay, you first,” Spencer announces as he hands her the first little box. “I got this one in Chicago…” 

“Are they all from your trip?” 

He nods, “I got some before I left but there were so many new stores I’ve never seen before and even when I was travelling all over the county for work, I never had the time to just shop… so I got you anything and everything that reminded me of you.” 

“You’re too sweet on me, Dr. Reid,” she teases, slowly peeling off the wrapping paper to find a jewelry box. She hasn’t worn a ring at all during their entire “marriage” which makes her wonder if thats what this is… “Spence?” 

“Just open it,” he doesn’t want to do any explaining until it’s open. 

Much to her surprise, it’s a bracelet that she finds inside the velvet box. “Oh my god?” She picks it up delicately and stares at all the little charms. 

“There’s the earth for Atlas, the moon for Luna and Jupiter for Noelle because she just gives me that energy,” Spencer explains, “the sun is for you and here,” he hands her another tinier box. “This one has the other planets in it so you can pick one for me and one for our new baby…” 

She wraps him up in a hug, arms around his neck as she holds him tighter than ever, “I love it, I’m going to wear it to Florida in March and everything.” 

“That’s what I hoped,” he rubs her back gently before she pulls back. “I have a bunch more for you, I kinda went a little crazy…” 

“that’s okay, so did I but they’re nothing major,” she pushes his box towards him. “They’re not individually wrapped either, I didn’t have the time.” 

“I don’t mind,” he says as he rips the paper off the box and opens it slowly. The first thing he see’s is an empty notebook with blank paper, it’s not even lined. “What’s this for?” 

“You’ve been doodling on the inside of your story notes so I thought you’d want your own sketchbook,” she explains with a sweet smile. She loves Spencer’s little doodles and the freaky people he draws. It’s very Tim Burton… 

“And there’s some new pencils and art stuff,” she can’t help but smile back at him. “I was getting the art stuff for Luna and thought you’d like to draw with her over the break…” 

“You know I will,” Spencer assures her. “This is perfect, thank you… here,” he pulls out a big, flat square that looks a lot like a wrapped-up calendar for the year. 

She starts unwrapping it to see it’s not a calendar… it’s a vinyl record. “We don’t have a vinyl player?” She’s confused but happy, she really wanted this copy of her favourite artist's new album, it’ll be nice to just look at it even if they can’t play it.

“I’m still waiting on it to arrive,” he smirks. “The big winter storm pushed back the delivery.” 

“No way,” she can’t believe it. So abundantly happy, they were finally going to get to play her mom's old Christmas albums on vinyl for the kids and enjoy that old crackling sound alongside the fire every Christmas from here on out. 

“I love you,” she gets right into his lap and holds him tight, resting her chin on his shoulder with a small smile, trying so hard not to cry already. 

“I love you,” he whispers before kissing her cheek. “That’s the one you wanted right? The blood moon one?” 

She nods, “yeah, I love it.” 

“It’s signed inside…” 

She pulls away with wide eyes, “what? You found one of them?” 

He nods, “I actually got it through Jimmy Fallon… he called it in for me, it arrived at my hotel the day before I flew home. Open it up.” 

She hurries to grab the record and open it up, finding a photo card inside the sleeve where the lyric booklet is. She takes it out carefully as to not cover it in fingerprints and almost sobs. “No fucking way, Spence?” 

On the front, it’s just her signature over a photo of herself, but on the back, thats where the sweetest message is. 

Y/N, 

Your Lover is one of a kind for having someone reach out and find this for you… I looked him up and loved his books, tell him I think we’d make a wicked No Body No Crime thriller together, don’t you think? Call it what you want, but from everything I’ve heard about you, from your Christmas Tree Farm adventures to falling in love while your parents were in Paris, I can tell that you’re soulmates. Have a wonderful Christmas, hug the kids for me, and enjoy 5 tickets to bring them to the Eras tour in Philly on May 13th ♡ see you soon! 

Taylor

She’s sobbing as she reads it, it’s unbelievable. She knew Spencer met some amazing people on his book tour but she never expected Taylor Swift of all people to be one of them. She holds it close to her heart, having listened to Fearless and Speak Now so much during her divorce and breakup, then Red all year before she met Spencer… they got 1989 the year they had Atlas and Reputation when Noelle was about to turn 2. Lover not even a month before Luna was born and now Midnights has a sound for every memory from every era of her life inside of it too. 

“I love it, Spence,” she assures that the tears she’s shedding are happy just as Spencer reaches out to wipe them off her cheeks. She holds the photo to her chest in a hug, “this is so thoughtful.” 

“I’m not done yet,” he reminds her. “I have like 9 other presents to give you…” 

“Come here,” she stands up with his hand in hers, taking her phone out of her pocket to puts on Lover just for good measure. “Having you home with me is all I wanted for Christmas.” 

At a volume the kids won’t hear, but it’s perfect for them, they slow dance in the living room under the Christmas tree lights. She can’t always go where he goes, but they’ll always be this close. 

“You’re my, my, my, my… lover,” Spencer sings along in her ear, memorizing every word she listens to in the house when he’s working and she’s cleaning and the kids are off at school or Uncle Wills. 

This is one of the songs that will always make him think of her when he hears it. 

She loves him more than she would ever be able to explain, no gift is good enough to show him… this is as good as it’ll get. Holding him close to her heart, dancing along to one of the most beautiful love songs there are, promising forever to him without ever needing to wear a ring to prove that she’s his. No marriage will hold their love in, no court document can make what they have any more real… 

Their home is their chapel, and his heart is her god. they’re married in every way that counts to them. 

He kisses her cheek and jaw and then down her neck, “I love you, so much.” 

“I love you,” she cups his face in her hands and pulls back to look at him. “And as much as I’d like to take this where ever you’re going, we still have to set up their presents and stockings.” 

“And then we can screw in the empty present room?” He teases, but it’s less of a joke and more of a question, he really wants to. “Please?” 

She nods with a cheeky smile, “yeah… I’d really like that.” 

December 25th: Christmas Day 

They don’t get much sleep, they finally get into bed around 1 but then they can’t stop talking about how fun the morning is going to be. They finally fall asleep around 3, only to be woken up at 5:30 because the kids want to go downstairs. 

“No…” Spencer groans, spooning Y/N, he buries his face in her neck and holds her tightly, “we’re sleeping.” 

“Come on,” Luna pesters him, poking his back while her siblings are on mom's side of the bed, looking at her while she keeps her eyes closed. 

“It’s too early, guys,” she agrees with Spencer. “Get in,” she lifts the covers, letting Noelle and Atlas cuddle into her while Luna got in on Spencer's side. “We’re going to sleep a little longer okay, the presents aren’t going anywhere.” 

“But it’s exciting,” Luna complains, “I can’t sleep!” 

Spencer rolls away from Y/N and onto his back so he can pull luna into a cuddle, “you’re going to have to try, we were up all night waiting for Santa… how else do you think he gets in when we don’t have a real fireplace?” 

“You met him?” Noelle can’t believe it. 

“Oh yeah, so many times,” Spencer exaggerates.

“Not like the fake mall Santa right?” Atlas doesn’t believe him. “The real one?” 

“The real one,” Spencer repeats. “I went up to the north pole with the team once and everything… Santa had a break-in at his workshop and we caught the thief for him.” 

“Wow,” they all believe it because he’s a good storyteller and an even better liar. “What’s it like?” 

“Just like the Tim Allen Santa movie,” he teases, “it’s magical… and Mrs. Clause is lovely, she’s just like your mom. She makes the best Christmas cookies.” 

“We are just like them,” Y/N can’t help but sleepily smile as she listens along. “We also got married on Christmas Eve…” 

“You did?” Atlas asks, “but you don’t wear a ring?” 

“You remember at the end of Santa Clause is coming to town, the claymation one? They got married just in the forest, alone? Me and your mom said some vows all alone and that’s why she calls me her husband to everyone now, even though legally, we’re not married,” Spencer explains. “We loved each other so much we couldn’t wait and then never went and made it official.” 

“We should have a wedding,” Luna suggests. “In the backyard… or uncle Daves!” 

“Maybe,” Y/N doesn’t say no. 

Spencer turns to her, amazed and wide awake now, “really?” 

She sleepily nods, two kids cuddled into her and one pushing against her bladder inside of her now, so much time has passed, she isn’t the same person who said no all those years ago. “Sure, why not?” 

“Okay then,” he settles back into his pillow with a smile. 

Luna is kneeling by his side, her knees digging into his hips while she leans over him with all her weight on his chest. “Are you awake now? Can we go downstairs now?” 

“No,” Y/N answers again. “We need to make a rule, it’s not Christmas till the sun comes up.” 

“The sun comes up around 7:45 in December,” Atlas remembers from one of his books. “That’s in 2 hours and 15 minutes.” 

“Exactly, so why don’t you take your sisters to your room and read them some more facts while we sleep?” Y/N explains, “please? The baby needs me to sleep a bit more or I’ll be sick and I don’t want to throw up on Christmas morning…” 

They love their sister already, so of course, they listen. 

“Okay,” they all say as they hop down off their bed and head out. 

“Thank god,” she rolls over and into Spencer, closing her eyes again. “I’m exhausted.” 

“You want to marry me?” He can’t get off the topic. Genuinely surprised that she’d say yes now of all times. 

She lets out a deep sigh, “yes, Spence, I would like to marry you, just, let me have a few hours of sleep first I don’t want bags under my eyes in my wedding pictures.” 

“Okay,” he chuckles lightly, soothing his hand down her back and kissing the top of her head. “Go back to sleep my, love.” 

She falls back asleep quickly, taking that extra 2 hours and running with it. Spencer has to shake her back awake at 8am when the kids are ready to go downstairs and the sun is coming through the blinds. The 3 of them stand in the doorway with matching smiles and Christmas pyjamas, waiting for both their parents to be ready to open presents.

She gets dressed and grabs a snack from her snack drawer, having to eat as soon as she gets up or else the baby got mad at her. She munches on some crackers while Spencer uses the bathroom and then they’re all ready. 

“Remember, we’re taking turns,” Y/N calls as they run out in front of her and down the stairs. 

The shout and cheer at the sheer amount of presents surrounding the tree in the living room, they spread out almost into the main hall. Mom gets them all to sit on the couches while dad turns on the electric fireplace and the tree lights to make the room really feel like Christmas. 

She walks around the tree and looks at all the presents as if she wasn’t the one to set them up. “Wow, Santa really likes you guys…” 

“Because he knows daddy,” Luna cheers, taking Spencer’s story this morning to heart. 

“Should we start with Santa presents or family presents?” Spencer asks, standing beside Y/N and wrapping an arm around her. 

“Can I give daddy mine first?” Atlas asks, putting his hand up while he sits nicely, almost like school has trained him too well to be patient and polite. 

“Sure, why not?” Y/N doesn't mind, “you remember the ones we wrapped for him before he came home, right? Daddy go sit down,” she moves Spencer over to the couch while the kids all scatter to sort through the presents and find the ones for their dad buried at the back of the tree. 

They come back to him with an assortment of wrapped goodies, making his heart fill with glee. “Oh wow, really? All this for me?” 

“Mine first,” Atlas hands him the bag from the Christmas market, it’s been under the tree for what feels like forever to him, and he’s so excited to see his dad open it. 

“Okay,” Spencer takes it from him and carefully removes the tissue paper before he reaches in. He pulls out the cardigan with a genuinely shocked face, “Woah? Bug, this is so nice?” 

“Put it on!” He starts jumping up and down, too excited to stay still. “Do you like it?” 

He slips his arms into the sleeves and buttons 2 of the buttons up, “I love it!” He pulls Atlas into a hug and squeezes him tight, “I’m going to wear it all day today, do you think it’s fancy enough for the party tonight?” 

He nods, “with suit pants, maybe?” 

“And a green shirt, purple tie,” Luna adds, very opinionated about his outfits. 

“Of course,” Spencer agrees, he would’ve picked that anyway but he validates her opinions anyway. “What next?” 

“Here,” Noelle hands him one that she spent a lot of time on. 

It’s easy to find a seam and open it with her newly acquired wrapping skills… he tears into it to find a bunch of socks. 

“I miss matched them for you,” she explains. “See dolphins and diamonds and then flamingos and flames, it all makes sense this way…” 

“I love it,” he wants to cry, it’s so thoughtful and it’s just socks. “Thank you, I’ll wear them today too.” 

“Here’s mine,” Luna places it on his lap, getting closer so she could help him open it. 

He lets her pull on the paper and start opening it for him, they tear it off together just for him to see it’s a box. The tape is easy to peel back and inside the box is all his favourite candy. “for your writing jaw in your office, it’s empty…” 

Another thoughtful gift that he wouldn’t have even thought of asking for but his kids knew him really well. He gives them each a hug and a kiss as he thanks them, whispering something to them about getting mommy’s presents next. Y/N had no idea that he took them all out shopping one afternoon after school while she was still at work. 

They scurry away from him and come back with a big box that takes Atlas and Noelle to carry over… more like push it over. It glides over the hardwood floor easily until it’s right in front of her. “That big one was for me?” 

“Open it!” They all cheer, gathered around in case she needs help. 

She takes the bow off first, ripping into it slowly. “What the heck is this?” She asks, under the wrapping paper is just a brown box. 

“Remember you said you wanted to be able to make s’mores in our backyard like we do at Daves?” Spencer explains as she tilts the box back to read the words “gas-powered outdoor fireplace.” 

“No way!” She can’t believe it, “this and the record player?” 

“Christmas is about giving,” he reminds her. “You can’t spend all season giving us things, you have to get some good gifts too.” 

The kids grab a few more gifts for her, placing them on top of the box, “we got you these…” 

“Oh wow, thank you,” she’s overwhelmed to get all these presents before they even get to their Santa presents. 

Atlas got her a pretty shirt, Noelle got her a scarf to go with her winter coat and Luna got her some more of her favourite makeup. They’re 3 simple gifts but they also mean the world to her. 

“Okay,” she stands up before she gets too emotional thinking about it. “Each of you picks one present with your name on it and sit back down…” 

They each run to the tree and grab the biggest present they can find, “this one says Luna,” Atlas announces, handing the present to his sister. He finds his own next and Noelle finds one for herself easily. The three of them sit back down together and wait for their mom to give them the go-ahead, she simply smiles and nods. 

They rip into their presents quickly, all gasping when they realize what they got. Luna screams the loudest, “MY DOLLHOUSE!” 

Both her siblings smile at her, happy she got what she wanted. “I got the book set I asked for,” Atlas announces, bringing to peel the plastic off so he could flip through the pages. 

Noelle is almost speechless as she flips the box over a few times. “Is this… this is a skateboard?” 

“It is,” Y/N can’t stop smiling, she gets down in front of the Christmas tree and hands her a few other gifts. “These go with it, Santa said…” 

While she tears into the presents, Y/N finds a few more to hand to Luna and Atlas to make it even. Luna gets some dolls, Atlas gets a few more science kits and Noelle gets knee pads, elbow pads and a helmet, all in the same green her cast used to be. 

“I’m going to teach you some tricks once the snow is gone,” Spencer teases, “but we’re going to do them without breaking an arm this time.” 

“You know how to skateboard?” Noelle can’t believe it. 

He nods, “it’s just physics…” 

“Ugh, science is everywhere,” she complains, everyone around her was too smart for their own good, she knew that. 

“That is is,” Spencer ruffles her hair and kisses the top of her head. “I think it’s time we give you guys your big gift from us…” 

“Are you sure?” Y/N gets excited, so ready to share these big plans with them after knowing about it alone for so long. 

He nods, “it's in your stockings,” he points at the 5 socks hung over the fireplace. He helps them take them down one by one and sit on the floor once more, “okay, start emptying them…” 

Luna goes right for the fidget toys, bypassing the headband with Mickey-mouse ears and the paper saying they’re going on a trip. Atlas is the first one to unfold it and actually read it. 

“What does this mean?” He holds up the printed-out boarding pass, “is this another NASA thing?” 

“no… thats a real flight we're going on, those are your tickets,” mom explains. “Can you see where we’re going?” 

“we’re landing at… Orlando, Florida?” He reads the ticket fully and then his eyes widen. “Are we going to Disney world?” 

“Are we?!” Noelle breaks a window with how loud she screams. 

“Shh, yes, oh my gosh, yeah, we are,” Y/N can’t help but laugh, pulling the kids into a hug when they just want to jump around with excitement. 

Spencer explains when it is, who they’re going with and most of the itinerary for the trip. They’re going to Disney world, lego land and the Kennedy space centre, making sure each kid had a special interest to indulge in. They’re over the moon, barely even thinking about the rest of their presents, it’s too exciting. 

They manage to have breakfast together before opening the rest of the presents. They got little things like clothes and colouring books, accents for their rooms and necessities for school. It all happened so fast, all they are left with is a pile of each kid's gifts on the couch and a mountain of trash once every toy was opened and freed from its box. 

The kids all go to the playroom, setting up their new toys and setting aside old ones they want to donate into the box that once held their mom's new fireplace. She takes a seat beside Spencer once everything is all said and done, laying her head on his shoulder while he wraps an arm around her. “Another good one for the books…” 

“The last one as a family of 5,” Spencer sighs, happily. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too,” she tries not to cry again but then she decides fuck it. She cries, experiencing the moment the way her body wanted to. “This is my favourite one yet…” 

“And we have so many more to go, how will we top it?” Spencer teases. 

She shrugs, “they’ll find a way.” 

—

Penelope spent her morning at the airport, waiting for Derek, Savannah and Hank to get off their plane. They got in around 11, they had lunch all together and then headed straight to Rossi's place for the annual All-iday party. They were the first ones there this year, waiting for every other family to start showing up too. 

The Simmons show up next, all 5 kids running straight to the playroom designated to them on days like today. Rossi didn’t need all that space at his house for fancy things, so they got a whole room just to be kids in. 

The LaMontagne’s are next to arrive, all dressed up like they are every year, JJ dressed to the nines and Will looking handsome as ever. And Sandy Jareau comes with her emotional support dog, Ozzy, a fluffy golden retriever that all the kids loved. 

Emily and Laura debated if they wanted to go this year, with a brand new baby and all the kids being in different schools and Derek being on a plane that day, that was a lot of germs gathering in one place… so day of, they call out, not ready to venture out into the world with little May yet. Y/N offered to pack up some of the leftovers and stop by with them later, and whatever presents people bought for them too. 

Rossi’s daughters show up too, it’s the first year Portia is celebrating Christmas without her mother, it’s hard, but having this extended family is good for her. Joy comes with her husband and Kai as well, now living in DC, it was a lot easier for them to join. 

When Spencer and Y/N arrive with their kids, the party is already well underway. Diana and Liam weren’t too far behind, just finishing the festivities at their retirement home before heading over. The kids run off right into the playroom with the others, leaving all the parents in the kitchen where the food and booze was. 

Tara comes with her girlfriend and Luke comes all by himself but migrates to Penelope’s side and stays there like he has for the last few years. He’s helplessly in love with her, everyone can see it, but Penelope hasn’t given into him yet. She’s fighting his love for some reason, and everyone in their group can't wait for her to surrender, wave the wire flag and just kiss him already. 

In the kitchen, Spencer rushes Derek and wraps him up in a hug, as if he didn’t see him in Chicago last month. “Where’s my little man?” Derek asks, looking past him for Atlas. 

“With your son in the playroom,” Y/N teases, taking Spencer’s place against Derek's chest for the next hug. “How are you?” 

“Great now,” he kisses the top of her head before she can pull away. “I hear congratulations are in order?” 

She nods, “oh yeah, you’re getting another little niece.” 

She’s congratulated by everyone in the room, many of them hearing it for the first time as Laura and Will really knew how to keep a secret. Everyone has either a glass of wine or champagne, Y/N pours some ginger ale into a champagne flute and celebrates with the others, all over the moon for her and Spencer. 

“So do you have any names picked out?” Sandy, JJ’s mom, asks, loving Spencer’s kids as if they were her own grandkids too. 

Spencer shakes his head to say no but Y/N shrugs, “I kinda have one…” 

“You haven’t told me this?” Spencer is shocked, “what is it?” 

“You said her birthstone would be a Ruby and I think Ruby Reid sounds cute…” 

Some of the others repeat her name with a swoon, holding their hands over their hearts. “You have to name her ruby now,” Penelope chimes in. “That’s perfect?” 

Spencer purses his lips as he thinks about it, “yeah, I can see her name being Ruby, too…”

She smiles, leaning in and stealing a kiss from Spencer right in front of everyone, they were a lot more used to Spencer's PDA now than that first Christmas… it was refreshing to see their love never dwindled and it looked like it never would, either. 

Those lonely years of her life feel like such a long time ago now. Being alone together felt just as far away from where they are now… okay, sure, they’re no longer alone together, but they wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[vampyr3wife]

Do you have any lore for your cats?

Oh do I! I actually have a full Peanut lore deep dive here …

This is gonna be very long .

Cleo lore is pretty sweet :3 when I was tiny I was OBSESSED. With cats. Every single cat. Every kind of cat. I mean obsessed… not that much has changed. But I didn’t have a kitty of my own. I begged my parents for a cat for 4 years.. My mom would walk in on me crying in bed about cats LMAO. I would sneak all of the neighborhood strays into my house.. one time my grandma almost got me a kitten for Christmas and my dad said no… HATER. But I was dreaming up a special kitty in my mind. I have vivid memories of visualizing a kitten in the sky waiting 2 be born just for me. Finally the day came when I begged my way into a petsmart kitty visiting room. Cleo was the first kitty I met and even at 8 years old I knew in an instant that she was my baby. That night we watched Pinocchio together on my little vcr and since the kitty Figaro is a boy I decided to name her Cleo after the pretty fish.. they’re both cute n bubbly n sweet! though I entertain the idea that her full name is Cleopatra since she’s so fancy. I always wonder about her life before, she has a broken crooked tail tip and a skill for opening doors. In fact, certain handle styles I have to install lock chains on or she will get out literally just to go to my bedroom window and cry for me like a baby. She doesn’t do it much anymore though, she knows if she cries I’ll open it for her lol. She is incredibly smart. She’s a very sassy girl and there’s only a handful of people she won’t show attitude to. She’s like a sweet little ragdoll with me, I can grab her n cuddle her up like a baby whenever but .. she can get pretty scary with other people n won’t let them pet her for long. She gets very jealous as well, of people and other cats. She has so many lovely little quirks, she loves when I talk in a super high squeaky voice, it makes her go crazy… she’s obsessed with the 90’s my little pony toys, she will grab them from my room and start rolling in their hair and licking it like it’s her baby.. she loves butt pats the most and always comes when I call her name. We never go long without having giant cuddle fests.. she loves 2 get all up in my face and paw at me. She’s actually cuddled up purring next 2 me as I write this :D she is my baby.. she is my soul.. my blood.. we are one.

I found The Boy, the only boy in the world, my baby baby boy, Loki boy when I was 13 at a little rescue event where they bring the kitties out. I saw his little red nose and how shy n sweet he was with the other kitties and I just fell absolutely in love with him. So again I begged. Like I was begging for my life. I even got in contact with his foster mom behind my parents backs to keep getting pics of him and find out when the next events were. Through her I learned that he was found abandoned in a box with his 2 sisters inside of a barn. He’s the bestest big and little brother ever.. he’s also the most mischievous playful boy ever. He has always reminded me of a little kitty Peter Pan but I didn’t rlly want to call him Peter so I named him after the Norse god of mischief.. Loki! I wish I could somehow show u how wonderful his heart is. He definitely has some kitty anxiety but he loves everyone and everything. He rescues Cleo whenever she’s stuck in a room by alerting me, he talks to Peanut through the door, he greets my guests, n he has had playdates with kittens. He cuddles with his toys and he loves being tucked in under blankets. He has the sweetest funniest Siamese like meow and is VERY talkative. He has an array of noises, sighs, and purrs the easiest out of all the kitties… n he gets the tail shakes when he’s excited :3 He always jumps up on his hind legs to reach my hands and he LOVES to spoon. He DEMANDS to be little spoon nightly. He’s my little wolf cat. Rabbit hearted deer hearted baby. You know that one post that’s like “the relationship between a girl and her boy cat is akin to Mary and Jesus”

[catsofcalifornia]

Liam from Women United For Animal Welfare in Los Angeles, California

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Hi! Meet Liam! Liam is the sweetest most affectionate Flame Point Siamese kitty! He is approx 6-7 years old, neutered, vaccinated, vaccinated. Unfortunately Liam tested positive for FIV but negative for Felv. Fiv can be managed with a healthy and safe environment along with proper nutrition. It is not a death sentence. It is only transmittable through deep bite wounds through fighting however Liam is not a fighter so he could go to a home with an FIV negative cat. We rescued Liam from the shelter where he was medical listed due to his eyes needing surgery. We provided the entropian surgery he needed and he is doing much better now that he can see better! Liam must have lived on the street for a long time as he also had a badly broken jaw at one point that has already healed. Our vets recommended that we do not surgically fix it as he can eat just fine and it doesn’t seem to cause him any pain. He does however have a crooked smile! Liam is such a sweet boy who deserves the world! He loves to be in the mix and greets everyone at the door when they come in. Liam gets along fine with cats but doesn’t like dogs so it’s best he goes to a home with no dogs. Liam also became good friends with a tiny 8 week old female kitten named Sherman who he would love to go to a home with but it’s not absolutely necessary.

[rayniscatstatue]

The order of my top 10 characters with reasons-

10. Fitz Vacker- shut up, I believe that Fitz did nothing wrong. He is just a teenager with teenage feelings. You really can’t blame him. He is also a complex character when you think of him other then just the love interest.

9. Jensi Babblos- I miss him and he is underrated. He is also so sweet I just love him. I want to give his a kiss on the head and a hug. The sweet boy will probably die tho. It scares me.

8. Biana Vacker- She is a girlboss that was vibing in the background the recent book. She could step up her game tho. Also girlie is stronger then she looks. Being the youngest child and living up to the world’s standards. She holds up well.

7. Keefe Sencen- He just needs to stop running away. Like I love you but stop. It kills me. It also kills his now girlfriend sooo. He just needs to be loved. Let him go to a wreck room and see how that ends. I am paying for it too.

6. Marella Redek- Her sass. She is snarky and I love it. She totally gossips with Fintan. I but love her because of her sass and how she is a lovable character. I mean fight me but I will be a Marella stan until the day I day.

5. Linh Song- I miss her old self but the angst we got. She lowkey deserved to snap in Stellarlune. She is also just the sweetest. Carrying Neverseen to Legacy on her back. Like she is a girlboss that floods cities in her spear time.

4. Sophie Foster- She is an absolute girlboss in Stellarlune. I cannot say how much I loved her new attitude. And how she immediately decided to confess to Keefe. Like how is this girl that we followed since she was a scared 12 year old.

3. Dex Dizznne- He deserves the world. He is a little cinnamon roll. But he also deserves to fight things. Let him snap at the council with Sophie. But yeah the best friend of the character we followed through 9 and 1/2 books.

2. Tam Song- An emo that most pay no attention to. He lives in my Heart because of how much he cares about Linh. He also stopped Sophie’s panic attacks multiple times. Like he is the best and it was hard between him and Rayni.

1. Rayni Aria- I know we only met her recently but. She is a girlboss and Stellarlune would be nothing without her. How she doesn’t regret being in teh Neverseen. Also the spotlight in her reveal. She is dramatic and I am living for it.

[my-feelings-and-thoughtsx]

8 years.

in 10 days it’ll be 8 years since you made the worst decision of your life, you ended it. I dont think in any world i could fully heal from this. i was 13 years old when i saw you lying in a casket. you were only 17. im turning 21 this year and none of this feels like it shouldve happened without you. you’d be 26 this october.

i cannot fathom a life that goes on year by year, day by day without you, and yet i live it every day.

every year we inch closer and closer to it being 10 years since you left. that one will destroy me.

knowing not only did i live longer than you, but there are 8 years worth of people who will never experience your angelic smile. 8 years worth of experiences that i have to go through without you.

some people forgot about you. some people have to forget that you existed, to cope with you being gone. i’d love to be a person that celebrates life and doesnt mourn death, but i cant help but to think this was a mistake. you shouldnt be gone.

the universe made a mistake.

8 years.

8 years and i still have so many questions.

why did you leave?

why didnt you leave a note?

did you not know you were loved?

did you not see a future?

i cant make sense of why the smartest, sweetest, most loving boy on the planet could even think about taking that away.

you deserved so much more. there were people here who wouldve killed for you.

nothing about this will ever sit with me in a way that i could even begin to understand.

if i ever see you again, i wont be able to stop the explosion of my feelings. i wanna punch you, i wanna kick you, i wanna hate you for what you did.

but most importantly, i just wanna ask you why.

was it worth it?

8 years.

[grecoisms]

title: diamond in the wound

pairing: aemond targaryen x helaena targaryen

rating: M

summary: "If one catches a wintermoth in a jar without holes, the insect will most likely suffocate in six hours."

“Do the gods light this fire in our minds? Or does each man’s dreadful desire become his god?”

— Vergil, Aeneid IX.184-185

8.

„It’s such a long fall” Helaena says to him on the morning he turns nine and ten. „Do not fly too high.”

Aemond has been flying Vhagar for at least five years and not once have they flied low. A man like Aegon would have laughed at her while a man like Otto would have pretended to listen but let the words go.

A man like -

But he is neither. So he humours her, turning his head from the light of the window so she might see his untouched side, his right side.

„Why?”

„Gaomagon daor sōvegon tolī eglie” Helaena repeats in Valyrian, words soft and flat. No emotions. Some late autumn light escapes into the room, onto her face, cobwebbing her paleness so that she is both light and dark; a contradiction.

There is no catching her, defining her – even her gaze is fixed on a point next to his head, escaping. Sometimes, when he is flying or dreaming, Aemond imagines cradling his sister’s head in his hands very tenderly and looking into her eyes properly, so that he might see what she sees – some unbearable beyond that one couldn’t name without incoherency. A madness of the mind, an old maester once called it. Aemond wanted to cut his tongue out. He doesn’t quite remember whether he did.

„I cannot promise that” he finally says, his smile a sharp thing. „But thank you for the warning.”

That is when she steps closer and Aemond goes rigid, as one would on the training grounds or a battle. Why this fear, he thinks suddenly, almost laughing at his fright. It’s only Helaena.

Having stepped close to the window, her face is all sun, blinding. It hurts to look at her, even with one eye open.

„It is no warning” she says, and for a bare moment, she looks at him. „Happy nameday, brother.”

She doesn’t kiss his cheek. In a strange, inexplicable way, he is very grateful.

2.

If one catches a wintermoth in a jar without holes, the insect will most likely suffocate in six hours. The moth, ethereal being as it, does not protest, it accepts its fate and waits. Its suffering is at first inaudible – the same way its body would become (is becoming? has long become?) immortal, trapped in amber and the encompassing jar around it. A trap. A world.

When Helaena was fourteen, she asked her mother why humans would not endure as much.

„Humans aren’t insects, sweetest.” she said, somehow sad, not looking at her. It was striking, how tired her mother could be and not show an ounce of it to the outside. People must see us, be us, she overheard her saying it to Aemon once, even when we’re not.

Helaena cannot be what she isn’t. In the mornings, she barely knows how to be herself. She couldn’t draw her own face, even (especially) if ordered. She senses how her mother is afraid of her or for her – at the end of the day it doesn’t really matter. They keep her time in court minimal, afraid some would call her simple.

„Well, she is simple” Aegon replies at the table when Otto explains why the boys have to attend the knighting ceremony and Helaena may stay in her room.

„She isn’t.” her mother says with a finality promising something brutal if poked further.

„What matters is what she seems” Otto adds, much, it seems, to Alicent’s dismay. They are sitting next to each other, her grandsire and mother. So often nowadays. So much green, Helaena thinks, green, greed, agreed. „Not what she is.”

It’s like she isn’t there. Like a grasshopper in the grass. Green on green. She snickers to herself, suddenly light.

Alicent’s mouth turns downwards before Aegon can even think of rolling his eyes.

„Eat your breakfast and get ready. Quickly.”

Aemond throws his spoon at him when Otto doesn’t look at them.

„You are the simple one, you twat” she hears him whisper angrily.

It will always be like this.

7.

He gives her an empty bee nest as a wedding gift.

„For luck.” he says coldly.

In exchange, she tears the necklace from her dress and gives him her the pieces of sapphire.

„For pride.” she answes, happily.

Next to her, Aegon, mouth open, ogles the pair of them like a fish.

Worst, in the far corner, Otto watches them like a hawk.

5.

There is no denying it: the scar is unseemly. Horrid, if one would quote her mother. Most of the time, he tries not to heed it, not to dwell on it – his anger is tangible enough, he doesn’t need to cry over that is now the past. It happened. He paid the price, a fair one. But the first time he rejoins court after a long, long time (and they sure took their fucking time, Ser Cole even took him and Aegon for a tournament in Redfort just to stall and stall)  –

Some whisper. Some turn away. Some point. He is pretty sure he can see some of the Lannister girls gagging, too. They all whisper. The eyepatch doesn’t seem to help, well, for one because the reddened lines of the rest of the scar left an imprint, a sign – and well, two: the eyepatch begets imagination. How monstrous could it look that it has to be covered?

In court, Aemond bits the inside of his cheek till its bloody. He is very proud of the fact that he shows nothing. He only wishes he would feel the same way.

The commotion today is about some minor lords’ dispute of a hereditary issue. He couldn’t care less. His grandfather is residing at the throne today, standing instead of sitting. And though he doesn’t look their way (Aegon is talking to a said Lannister girl), Aemond knows he will ask them to retell the issue in the evening. A toll. A test.

And when the hearings are finally, finally over, he is the first to go, not quite running, but definitely leaving in haste until he reaches the first door he trusts.

„Fucking…”he says, already reaching for his eyepatch and throwing it to the far end of the room, uncaring what it hits. It is only a piece of cloth, after all. There is something in his remaining eye, but he dares not touch lest it is a tear. Foolish.

„You will feel no shame, only pride” singsongs a hoarse voice. Aemond hurls, quick and feeling foolish he didn’t care to check the corners.

It is incredible, how instinct overrides fear.

He ran into Helaena’s room.

„Gaomas ziry ōdrikagon?” she asks, not looking up from her sewing. Does it hurt?

She looks different than before, although, he thinks somehow bordering on fond, Helaena has  always been different.

„The scar?” he shakes his head, attempting a grin. „No.”

„Their faces.” she adds, and he feels his joyless smile turn to ashes and something bitter, like contempt.

He should lie. But Helaena’s feet are bare on her rich rug and she looks ethereal and soft, and when she looks up not quite seizing him up, not wanting to look him straight into his eyes, he finds he cannot.

„Yes” he says, feeling timid. He wants to hide his face.

Helaena fidgets and grasps at her neck, almost looking uncomfortable. But her voice remains solemn.

„Their faces are empty. Yours is full.”

It is sudden, the sinking of his heart. For there, there, there, on her neck, she is wearing a betrothal necklace, a heap of sapphires.

1.

There are three children by the sea. And many more yet. The clean stench of seeming and death and grief sits heavy in the air.

Helaena has been taken by a fit on the way to the isle and she hasn’t been able to shake herself of it, mumbling incessantly under the makeshift royal tent. The silver of her hair hides her crouching form.

Aemond pities her. Aemond admires her.

"I would perform my duty if mother had only betrothed us.” he says, but his words are washed out by the sea, crashed by the waves.

9.

A fortnight before the wedding of Aegon and Helaena, his grandfather asks Aemond to accompany him on a walk.

„I am an old man in need of company.” he smiles. „Help me out, will you?”

This is a farce. Otto Hightower does not need help. He is the one offering it but of course, with help comes the price, and with help comes the opportunities which overstep the thousands. He is never without a plan and he wouldn’t want to walk with him unless he means to give a lecture or a chance.

As he meets him in the rotunda of the garden, he is ready for both and hides his own intentions as well and deep as his knife on his heart and his hip.

„Aemond” his grandsire says, stepping with care and ease. „As you know, in two weeks, your siblings will gain an uppermost stature in court and in the lands around us. Their importance will be unwonted and it would do them no good if there was some strain between them.”

Lecture it is then. The fact makes him want to laugh in his face.

„Strain?” he asks, all polite, unblinking. „Not between Aegon and Helaena… that would be, of course, unthinkable.”

He can see how Otto honestly cannot tell if he is sarcastic or not. And if he cannot tell, he cannot call his bluff.

„I wish it remained so” he adds.

„So how can I be of service?” Aemond smiles and smiles and smiles. He smiles so wildly his teeth ache from it. „What can I do?”

„You must do nothing.” Otto states. „Helaena will wed Aegon and you will congratulate them. You will smile when they smile and nod when they dance and cheer when they kiss. And after we dined and we drank, you will help the other lords undress Helaena and see her off to her wedding bed without a single glare and a single sigh. Is that clear?”

Silence. The hush of the Weirwood tree’s leaves are the only sound in the night-face of the garden imitating the rush of blood in the empty caverns in his heart. Now it is empty, now it is full. Seems he’s been careless.

„Was it the sapphire?” he asks with a curious smile. The gem has long been in his eye, since he received it, sitting snug-smug in its place. A gift is also proof. He should have known.

„Is that clear?” Otto repeats, evading his questions.

„Of course” he breathes and thinks of his sister’s moth, sitting in the jar, helpless. „Always.”

Before he leaves him, his grandfather stops at the entrance, his figure as dark, as heavy as the bloodtree behind them. Remember: People must see us, be us –

„It was your giving of a gift.”

4.

„Why don’t you set it free?” asks her father when Helaena goes to his room of dreams with her cabinet of wonders. They rarely understand each other but when they do, it is on painless, sunny days, when the boys are far and the queen is away. And when they do, they do so absolutely.

She looks up to the king’s weakening finger aimed at her moth amber. His eyes must be closed yet again.

„It is already dead.” It was dead the moment I touched its wings, she thinks. Dead and she didn’t need to will it.

„Why did you trap it in a jar?” his voice is not unkind.

„It is safer inside.”

He laughs, coughs, laughs. Must be the incense.

„Whatever you mean?

„It might have died before its time. It would have vanished from the face of the earth. In the jar, it could die in peace, in its bound time. No rush.”

„What if it lived to be old?”

Helaena shakes her head, enjoying how the smoke flutters at the movement. All smoke, all fog. She feels like Dreamfyre.

„The maesters told me that no moth lives to be old.”

„There are exceptions, no?”

She looks at the curtains, the light, the carpet. Her eyes wonder on the tapestry with figures whirling into each other from all different directions, merging into one. She wishes to run her finger all throughout it. And she wishes, no, she wants -

„Growing old is not the problem” she says at last. There is a woman in the middle whose mouth is open. She seems to be in something more than pain, something bordering on divine. She is more than her body. Out of her body. No glass would hold her in her place. „Not being immortal is.”

6.

At first, he surpasses their mother. Then Ser Cole. Then Aegon. Aemond grows tall and lean and sinewy. His face sharpens, his voice deepens and stranger still, in Helaena’s mind-eye, his brother grows teeth everywhere. His one eye is ever-open, even when the other is ever-closed; his shoulders and smile both tense-taut, and animal ready to strike, waiting for an excuse to tear anything, everything.

She finds his moods mercurial and that his face changes with it, but the face he wears on the grounds and in the court and within the hall is not his, not really. It is a face on a face, a carefully crafted mask just for the others. He doesn’t let anyone in. He rarely lets her in. This saddens her deeply.

On a morning like this, she looks up at her jar of living and dead, and wonders. Wonders. Then moves.

„Princess, where do you think you are going?” Daella asks. Helaena knows for a fact she is her grandfather’s spy but she herself isn’t sure what she wishes to, but she cannot stand to stay in her room today, she must go, she must. Something great is about to happen.

„Training grounds” she says nonchalantly, standing, trying not to heed her vertigo, trying not to be dragged into the nigh-future, the neverwere. Leaving her hair half-done and covering her robes with a fur, she runs. Even with several layers, she feels nonexistent, like air to be breathed.

I’m here, I’m there, I’m everywhere.  

She giggles. Daella shouts - it’s but a background buzz.

At least she has shoes on. They are a bit large.

Outside, it is cold and hard, like the men in the mud before the spectators. When she appears, most of them bow (she has really been on her best behaviour these past few years). More surprising, some remain bowed. She finds that a bit stupid.

„Go on, go on” she says with a wave of her hand. „There is a fight down there.”

It is a magnificent sight. She knows (no, she feels) what is about to happen before it happens.

A dragon is about to devour a man.

Her brother is about to best Ser Cole for the first time.

He turns and twists, careful so as to avoid having the knight in his blind spot – Cole is stronger, but it seems to her that Aemond is much quicker, a knife rather than a man, and when the blade hits Cole’s shield, the weapon sings. She needn’t cover her ears. It is a beautiful sound.

Aemond jumps behind him and before Cole can retract or elbow him, it is over. The sword at his chin glints with a feral light, all even, all straight. Time seems to slow and for some reason, she desires nothing more than to walk down, take the blade from his larger than life hands, and peel his mask so that he and she could talk eye to eye, heart to heart, limb to limb, body on body.

„Princess” a squire shouts next to the people gathered outside, downside. She is dragged back in. Some kneel, not fearing the dirt of the mud. Then all kneel or bow – nevertheless, all hide their faces as if she was a constellation to behold, except for Aemond.

He looks straight at her.

Into her.

No warning.

10.

Hands will be joined soon, she knows.

There will be too many people, she knows.

There will be too much food eaten and too much wine drunk, she knows.

She knows all of this as they braid her hair and paint her lips and put her into a ridiculous dress full of gold and green and some black, but black is mostly forbidden, so she dares only imagining it. Keeps the thought of it close, like fire.

She thinks of her moth in the jar, silent and suffering. Barely surviving.

„Dearest” this is her mother, as she floats in and out of her vision, her clean smell overpowering the incense in her room they fashioned as a preparatory of some sort. So many candles. So small of a space. She feels as if she is in one of the smaller chambers in the grand sept. She feels like she is going to suffocate. I won’t burn if there is no air. More than knowledge. How do you call it?

Instinct.

„This need is an instinct.” she says to no one particular, aloud. Several servant girls exchange looks.

„Dearest” her mother touches the hem of her elaborate cuffs, tentative and almost sorry. „You must be brave. Can you do that for me?”

Can you do that for us?

She doesn’t quite trust herself to speak so she nods, just a little.

„You know how Aegon can be – just this evening, just this once, let it be. It will be over quickly.” she touches her chin. „I promise.”

„I promise” she repeats.

„Wait here.” her mother orders. „Say your prayers. I will send Ser Cole to fetch you when we are ready.”

This is a blur. Wait. Pray.

She turns and she is alone in her room which is not hers anymore. It is no ones. Everyones.

The window is slightly open, the sky is rose-colored, purple and orange – as if celebrating the day. The irony. The tragedy. She doesn’t want this. It’s inaudible.

She wants to fly higher than ever before.

Fly and fall.

There is a knock.

„Who is it?” she asks, touching an ornament in her hair as if she could defend herself with it. It might have a sting. Like a bee.

„It is I.”

It is done, she knows that too now. Her heart sinks.

„Aemond” she hums as he steps in, straight like an arrow but somehow strange. Wrong. He walks as if he was wounded. „Gaomas ziry ōdrikagon?”

Does it hurt?

He barks rather than laughs, a sharp, irate thing.

„Where does it hurt?” she asks again, gathering the length of her robe onto her hands and tiptoeing closer to him. So clumsy. So human.

„Mirre” he says and places his hands on his heart. His breath is warm and sweet – she can practically taste the wine on it. Or is it something stronger? He doesn’t look drunk; not when his eyes are so alert, not when his eyes are so –

„You will wish we were the ones dancing.” she says, suddenly.

And because Aemond never fails to humour her, he asks back.

„How do you know?”

„I saw” she says, all sincere, looking at his chest. „I see.”

There is a touch at her neck then, first soft, then commanding – the touch of Aemond forcing her to look up in his face which is so close that she can practically taste the heat in the dark apple of his eyes.

„Helaena” he sounds as if he is choking on his words out of all that want. It pulsates through his hands onto her neck. Breath to breath. Blood to blood. „How long of a fall?”

The grip on her neck is like a rope and she can feel the outline of his body, all feverish and hard around her chest and her lap.

„It will happen” she hums, touching his face on both sides. Aemond hisses when her thumb brushes the tail of his scar. „It is already happening.”

„Whose fall?” his hands wander then, almost reverent and she instantly knows he won’t tear this time. He will only push.

She reaches for the eyepatch, aware she is the only one who can do so carelessly. Could. Will be able to. Time is a shroud on her mind so she decided to focus on her body, this solid mess.

They sink onto the ground and when Aemond covers her body with his, she can feel his heart storming in its cage. A glassjar for her to see. Amber forever freezing time. Here. Here. Here. There is a rustling of clothes, then his hair falls like a curtain around them. This close, she can count the myriad of smaller scars on his face, see the knife-glint in between his teeth and see both his eyes as if he was whole.

„What do you see, Helaena?” he whispers and before she can answer, he is already filling her, and he gasps (or is it her sometimes she cannot tell) and her spine bends and their body merges and he is already moving, moving, moving, and she grabs his hair to pull and he swears and the heat is unbearable for both of them, they are like a flame, ablaze and finally he closes both his eyes and his mask breaks. She shifts her legs and hips to be wider and then she says;

„Both of us – falling down.”

„Please” Aemond pleads and she clasps her legs around his hips and he comes.

(or is it her sometimes she cannot tell)

[bbgem329]

Where’s My Love?—Chapter Three

Pairings—Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary

Two years ago, you and your husband built a life for your growing family at a safe camp during a world wide apocalypse. Everything is good until Bucky catches wind that a rival group is out to dominate the rest for their own gain.

What happens when, one day, the most capable men and your husband are out on a hunt when the camp is attacked? Will you be able to get your children and your heavily pregnant self to safety? Will Bucky find you before it’s too late?

Warnings

MINORS DNI!! 18++. Language. Explicit Violence. Death. Gore. Mentions of trafficking. Reader is a badass, mama bear. Apocalypse. Zombies. Did I miss anything?

Notes

Have a bit more of Bucky and Reader’s past and their journey at the beginning of the outbreak. Forgive me for a few beloved marvel character deaths but I promise I’ll make up for it in the end.

Series Masterlist

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“Momma… Mom!”

Your eyes fluttered open to meet a familiar pair of wide, bright cerulean ones.

“Momma,” Jamie leaned forward to squish his nose against yours, his little hand brushing through your hair. “Is it true that there used to be planes in the sky?” He paused, eyebrows furrowing and bottom lip trapped between his teeth, “Like all the time?”

You blinked, willing the sleep from your brain as you struggled to process his words—to process this situation.

You couldn’t remember falling back asleep after Bucky left, and you definitely didn’t plan for it. You’d originally told yourself you’d just rest your eyes when you’d snuggled back into bed. The kids wouldn’t be up for an hour or two more and as far as you knew, you didn’t have anything in particular to do today, but you should’ve known your tired body would cave. You were thirty six weeks pregnant for god's sake, you could always do with a few more hours of sleep and clearly you must’ve needed them.

But that wasn’t what was really tripping you up.

Oh, no.

It was the way Jamie was combing his fingers through your hair, brushing it softly out of your face with so much tenderness and adoration. It was scarily similar to the way another man you knew did—a man whose literal mini clone was standing just before you now.

God, you and Bucky really needed to watch yourselves around the kids. More specifically your son, who adored his father so much, he copied literally anything and everything he ever witnessed him do.

Including caressing your hair to wake you up, you supposed.

“Momma?”

You couldn’t wipe the smile that split across your lips even if you tried. Your baby boy was just the sweetest little thing. You and Bucky had worked so hard to keep some sense of normalcy when the world changed, to raise your babies right despite all the death and darkness lingering just outside the fence.

And all your efforts hadn’t gone to waste. Jamie was everything you wanted him to be, and more. He was selfless, sensitive, attentive, and although a little strong willed at times (something he most definitely inherited from his father), he understood there were rules and he listened fairly well to them.

Maybe you were a little biased, but he was absolutely perfect in your eyes.

“Yes, my love.” You chuckled, lifting a hand to cradle his cheek as you leaned forward to press a silly kiss to his nose and then a soft one to his forehead. “Planes used to fly around all the time. You even rode one when you were a really, really little baby.”

“Really?” Jamie gasped, eyes wide and jaw slack, “Where did we go? Was it the most awesome time ever?”

You laughed, sliding your legs out from under the covers and over the side of the bed before hauling yourself up to sit, “We went to visit your Uncle Sam, his sister Sarah, and her two sons, AJ and Cass.” You spread your legs, tugging him to stand in between them as you snatched a comb off the side table and began working it through his hair. “You were only 8 weeks old at the time and slept on daddy’s chest for the whole ride but yes, it was the most awesome time ever.” You laid a quick kiss on the top of his head before continuing to work out the knots at the end of his long, chestnut locks, “Planes are so cool. Did you know daddy knows how to drive a jet, called a quinjet?”

“Daddy does?” His head whipped back to look at you, eyes even wider than before and an expression of pure shock on his cute little face. “Was he a pilot?”

“Not exactly.” You chuckled, gently forcing his head forward, “Can I braid your hair today so it’s up and out of your face?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, rocking back and forth on his toes until you set your hands on his shoulders and steadied him, “Two, please.”

“Daddy used to fight bad guys.” You offered, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth. “So sometimes, he and his friends had to take the quinjet on a…mission. They went really fast so they used them to get where they needed to be quicker.”

“Like a superhero?”

“Yeah.” You smiled proudly, “Your daddy was—is a superhero.”

“That’s so awesome.” He exclaimed with a delightful little giggle, “Is uncle Sam a superhero too? Daddy doesn’t like to talk about him as much as Uncle Steve but he said he was his friend.”

You inhaled sharply, your heart clenching painfully in your chest. You weren’t sure what happened to Sam or the rest of the Wilson family. You and Bucky had left New York with every intention of ending up in Delacroix to weather the outbreak out together. It wasn’t but a few days into the journey that you’d lost contact with Sam when all service went out and your phones were no longer of use.

“It’s not working.” You croaked out, clicking furiously at your phone screen, attempting to get the GPS back up and running. “I don’t understand, it was just fine a few seconds ago.”

“What do you mean it’s not working?” Bucky asked, a rising edge of panic evident in his voice.

“Nothing is sending either.” Your heart dropped, stomach rolling at the sight of the ‘VPN’ in the top right corner of your screen and the red ‘X’ beside your unsent text message. You lifted your gaze to meet his own, your eyes wide and expression crestfallen “My service went out.”

He reached over to snatch the phone from between your fingers, clicking on Sam’s contact before pressing the ‘call’ button. You watched with a baited breath as he brought it up to his ear, not even a second later you heard a long beep and the call cut.

“Try mine.”

You exhaled a shaky breath, trembling fingers swiping his phone from where it rested on the center counsel. You could feel your own panic rising deep from within with every unbearably silent second that passed. You knew he was trying to remain calm and keep his cool for you, but you didn’t miss the clench in his jaw, the faraway, anxious glint in his cerulean eyes, or the way he was white knuckling the steering wheel.

You stole one last hesitant glance at him before you unlocked his phone. You ignored the flashing ‘Searching for Service…’ in the corner and opened his call log, pressing Sam’s contact. You didn’t even get the chance to put it on speaker before a long tone sounded and the call cut.

“Fuck.” Your husband breathed out, “Fuck.” Before you could even blink, he swerved the car off to the side of the barren road and came to a sudden stop. As soon as the car was thrown in park his elbow snapped back and his flesh hand met the steering wheel with an echoing smack. “Fucking Fuck.”

You startled at the sudden boom in his voice, eyes flickering back to your two year old son strapped in his car seat, sleeping soundly with Boscoe’s head resting across his lap as Bucky pounded at the steering wheel, loud, frustrated curses spilling feebly from his bitten lips.

“It’s okay.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you reached out to brush a tender hand down his back and across his tensed shoulders. “It’s okay. We’ve made this drive enough times, we’ll find our way. We don’t have much to go anyways, we’re an hour out from the Louisiana border and Sam knows we’re coming.”

He seemed to relax under your touch, head thumping limply on the top of the steering wheel as he curled forward in defeat, his heavy panicked pants sounding throughout the silent car.

“I’m sorry.” He choked out, lifting his head to scrub a hand down his flushed face. “I’m sorry if I scared you.” He shook his head, reaching over to cup the back of your neck and guide you closer. “I just…”

You shushed him softly, sliding over to wrap an arm over his shoulders before pressing your forehead to his. You grabbed his vibranium hand, holding his palm to your swollen belly. Hoping the feeling of his daughter's flutters and steady heartbeat would sooth his growing panic and racing heart.

“You don’t need to explain yourself.” You whispered, nuzzling your nose against his, “I understand. It’s okay to be worried or scared. You’re only human and you’ve done such an amazing job at getting us out of the city and to safety. We wouldn’t be here without you.”

He breathed out a slow, shaky sigh, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek as his heaving chest slowed and his breathing evened out.

“You’ve been so strong for us. It’s okay to fall apart sometimes.” You mumbled, voice soft and light as you brushed your lips across his cheek and down to his lips, fingers combing through the short locks at the nape of his neck. “I would never hold that against you. Never fault you for it.”

“I love you.” He croaked out, flesh fingers skimming softly down your back as his vibranium fingers traced over the curve of your belly. “I couldn’t have done this without you. I can’t lose you. I’ll fall apart.”

“You won’t.” You interjected, tone louder than you intended it to be, “I love you so much, Buck. You won’t lose me. I just know it.”

He pressed his lips to yours in a soft but desperate kiss and you reciprocated it with just as much, if not more, enthusiasm.

You knew he needed it—to feel you, taste you, hold you, by the way he let himself get lost in it. His hands trailing over every curve, touching anywhere and everywhere he could reach, his pillowly, plump lips not once parting for yours.

You eventually pulled back, gasping for air. Your entire body was buzzing, the need for him blazing like a forest fire through your hormone loaded body. He never failed to get you going, especially in your current state, but now wasn’t the time and it took every ounce of discipline inside of you to drag yourself from his embrace and settle back in your seat.

“Let’s go find Sam, baby.”

The rest of the drive seemed to drag on and when you were awake, you tried to keep Bucky distracted with a few CD’s you’d found for him from the forties' or some old audiobooks you had stored in the glove compartment.

Finally, a day and a half later, Bucky was pulling down the familiar dirt driveway that led to the Wilson’s home.

“Stay in the car.” He ordered, eyes trained on the eerily silent house as he slipped off his seatbelt. “And lock the doors behind me.”

Your head snapped in his direction, eyes wide and jaw slack, “What?” You unfastened your own seatbelt, shaking your head. “Why-”

He leveled you with a stern glare as he reached down to pull out one of the many gun’s stashed beneath his seat, “I mean it, Y/N. Do not get out of this car, unless I tell you too. No matter what.”

Your mouth snapped shut at the finality in his tone and you swallowed down any and all protest as he leaned over the center counsel to press a quick kiss to your lips before shoving open the door.

You felt your heart clawing its way up your throat as you watched him click the locks in place before slamming the door shut behind him. He offered you one last forced smile, more for your assurance you were sure, and positioned his gun out in front of him before trekking slowly up the front steps.

He didn’t spare you a glance as he pushed open the front door and slipped inside, disappearing from your sight.

You shifted in your seat, turning to steal a quick glance at Jamie in the mirror hooked to the back of the seat, chatting contently with himself as he fiddled with a plush, toy fire truck. Beside him, Boscoe was on high alert, attention trained intently on the door Bucky vanished through.

The only warning you got was a string of Boscoe’s low growls before something slammed into the passenger’s side door. A scream bubbled up from your throat before you even had time to stop it, head snapping over to find it wasn’t something but someone, throwing itself into your door.

You couldn’t even process, eyes wide and an endless stream of screams spilling from your lips as you scrambled back into Bucky’s seat, putting as much distance between you and the bloodied being clawing and pounding at the window. You were only acutely aware of Boscoe’s barking and Jamie’s screeching cries, attention focused solely on the mindless creature attempting to reach you.

“Oh, god.” You croaked out, hand slapping over your mouth as you took it in, watching helplessly as it banged its face into the glass window over and over, unphased by the pain or the darkened blood pouring from its forehead.

But it wasn’t just anyone. This one was familiar.

Your stomach twisted, heart thumping rapidly in your chest as you took in the thick, black hair falling from a braid and a familiar gold hoop hanging from one ear.

Sarah.

A pained sob spilled from your lips, tears falling rapidly down your cheeks as the reality of what you were witnessing hit you like a freight train.

This wasn’t Sarah.

Your friend… Bucky’s friend was gone. This thing—this disease, had taken her from you and now she was nothing but a mindless creature out for your blood.

Your mind flashed to the many summers spent in Delacroix—grilling out after a long day on the boat with Sam and the boy’s, big glasses of wine and girl talks with Sarah once they boys were put to bed, and all the many good memories you made.

You remember how welcoming and sweet Sarah was when Bucky brought you down here for the first time. You’d only been dating for a few months but she’d made you feel like this is where you had always belonged with her bright smile and warm chocolate eyes.

And now…

Now, looking at her with blood dribbling down and over her gray, dull skin, bloodied teeth barred, and her dark eyes now wild and lifeless as she threw her entire body against the car, tore you apart.

She didn’t deserve this.

Even if she was long gone, her body deserved to rest peacefully too.

Before your mind could catch up, you leaned down, fingers wrapping around the pistol nesselted beneath the seat.

“I’m sorry.” You choked out, crawling across the center counsel to kneel in your seat, “I’m so sorry.” You wiped at your eyes, struggling to stop the tears blurring your vision as you clicked the safety off, double checked the bullets were in place before raising it to the top of the window. It was moments like these when you were thankful your husband had taken the time to teach you how to properly work a gun.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” You whispered, more to yourself than anyone else, as if you were trying to convince yourself that you were doing the right thing. “You’ve suffered enough. You deserve better.” Your trembling fingers pressed down on the button on the door, cracking the window. A choked sob bubbled up your throat and Boscoe’s growl heightened at the sound of the inhuman growls and snarls spilling from Sarah’s bloodied lips. “Forgive me.”

You couldn’t look. You wouldn’t be able to handle it. With one last deep breath, you clenched your eyes shut and your finger found the trigger.

Before you even got the chance, a grunt sounded, followed quickly by a heavy thump. Your eyes flew open to find Bucky towering over Sarah’s prone form.

You watched helplessly, sobbing loudly from the safety of the car as Bucky raised his gun with a mumbled, solemn apology and pulled the trigger before she even had the opportunity to get back up. The bullet landed straight between her eyes and she fell limp, lifeless on the ground at his feet.

“Bucky.”

He didn’t respond, instead he fell to his knees before her body and you swore your heart split in half. You were quick to act, unlocking the door and hopping out of the SUV before racing to his side.

As soon as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, he fell apart. He turned to press his face to your swollen belly, arms wrapping around your thighs, and his body trembling with every broken sob that racked through him.

You’d seen him cry a number of times—the day Jamie was born, when he was told he was going to have a daughter, or when Steve had passed in his sleep last year, but never had it been like this.

This was the cry of a completely broken, devastated man.

You wished so badly you could erase that day—forget the pain that still lingered as if it were just yesterday.

A part of you was thankful Jamie wasn’t old enough to understand but a bigger part of you was beyond devastated that your children would never know their Uncle Sam, Aunt Sarah, or AJ and Cass.

Bucky didn’t tell you much about what went down in the house that day but from what you’d gathered it was a gruesome, bloody mess.

Just last year, he’d finally admitted that he never actually found Sam, nor Cass. He’d had to put AJ and a few other unrecognizable walkers that were roaming the halls down, but not anyone that even remotely resembled his best friend and his oldest nephew.

And although you’d never admitted it, out of planting false hope in Bucky’s mind after it had taken so long for him to accept that they were gone, you couldn’t help but feel like Sam and Cass were still out there somewhere, searching for you and his best friend.

You exhaled a soft breath, tying off Jamie’s second braid with a small plastic band, “Yes, lovey. Uncle Sam was a superhero too and one of your daddy’s very best friends.” You let him turn around between your thighs, wrapping his little arms around your middle before he pressed a gentle kiss to your protruding belly. “He was Captain America.”

Jamie’s brows furrowed, “I thought Uncle Steve was Captain America?”

“They both were.” You explained, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you tucked a fly away behind his ear, “Uncle Sam took over when Uncle Steve retired.”

He hummed, lips pursed quizzically as he gazed up at you with narrowed blue eyes, “I guess that makes sense. Did he carry a cool shield too? Like in the pictures daddy showed me?”

“The exact same one.” You chuckled, cradling his face before pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. “Except Uncle Sam had wings with his suit. He liked to fly.”

Jamie gasped, a familiar cheeky grin splitting across his lips, “That’s so cool. Did-”

He was cut off by his baby sister barreling through the curtain on chubby, wobbly legs.

“Momma.” Becca screeched, a big smile plastered across her face as she squeezed in next to Jamie between your thighs and made grabby hands up at you.

“Good morning, baby girl.” You cooed, reaching down to hoist her up on your hip, pressing a sloppy kiss to her chubby cheek as you rose to your feet.

“Hungry.” She declared with the cutest little pout on her lips as she patted her little belly.

“Yeah?” You chuckled, brushing her hair from her face, “Should we go get some breakfast?”

“I’m hungry too.” Jamie piped up as he slid up next to you, pressing himself into your side, arms wrapped around your thigh. “Do you think they’ll have pancakes?”

“Why don’t we get dressed and go check it out, hmm?”

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All throughout breakfast, you couldn’t help but feel like something was off.

You didn’t know why but as soon as you plopped down at the table, flanked by Jamie and Becca on either side, and Ruth cradling her six week old daughter, Rosie, slid in across from you, your appetite vanished. At first you blamed the churning in your stomach on the baby, it wasn’t uncommon to feel the lasting effects of morning sickness throughout the entirety of a pregnancy but you hadn’t dealt with that since, what you assumed, was your twelfth week in. Then you decided it was just the usual unease of being separated from Bucky, especially with the rapid approach of your due date and your departure tomorrow evening.

Jamie and Becca did well to distract you from it with their playful antics and silly stories and you managed to scarf down a plain pancake and finish a glass of OJ.

“Any plans for today?” Ruth spoke up, drawing you attention from your two energetic children. She shot you a soft smile when you met her gaze and you watched as she carefully positioned the baby over her shoulder, hand lifting to gently pat the sleepy Rosie’s back.

You offered her a small smile with a little shrug of your shoulders, “Nothing in particular. I should probably do some laundry though.”

Ruth chuckled, tucking a strand of her flaming red hair behind her ear, “Me and you both. It’s been the last thing on my mind the past couple of weeks.”

“That’s understandable.” You giggled, fingers absimindetly nestling themselves in Becca’s dark curls, twirling the thick stands comfortingly between your digits as she scooped a big spoonful of applesauce into her mouth. “It’s just part of having a newborn. Daily tasks get pushed aside and long forgotten. If you want I can do a few loads for you, I’m sure the kids won’t mind a little extra time down by the river.”

“Oh.” A bashful smile split across her lips, bright blue eyes widening in surprise, “I mean, if you’re of-”

Her voice was cut off by a scream, followed quickly by a round of gunshots.

That definitely wasn’t target practice.

And it was far too close to be anywhere outside the fence.

You jumped up, snatching Becca from her seat and hooked your hand through Jamie’s tugging him quickly towards the back entrance of the mess tent as the people around you scrambled beneath tables and made a break for the front entrance.

You shoved yourself through the frenzy of bodies, ignoring the cries, screams, and shots ringing out behind you, Ruth hot on your heels. The only thing on your mind was getting your children to safety and all you could hear was the rapid beating of your own heartbeat echoing loudly throughout your ears.

“What’s going on?” Ruth croaked out, stumbling after you through the flap of the tent.

Your hand snapped out to yank her around the corner of another tent just as a man dressed in all black and wearing a ski mask over his head walked by, his gun poised as he checked between each and every tent.

“Hellif.” You hissed, pressing a hand over Becca’s mouth to silence her sobs as Jamie buried his face in your side, clutching onto your overalls for dear life. “We have to get to my tent. It’s at the edge of the camp. We’re gonna get our bag and from there we can slip out through the fence.”

“What?” Ruth choked out, voice trembling as tears gathered in her eyes, “Why can’t we just leave right now?”

You peeked out from behind the tent and when you found it was all clear, you rushed forward, swerving through and around tents. “We have supplies. We won’t last out there without something to defend ourselves and we need something to cut the fence with. Bucky keeps tin snips in our tent.”

“What about Bucky and Ted?” She cried quietly, “They’ll be back tonight. Shouldn’t we wait for them?”

You stole a glance back to make sure no one had followed you before dragging her to a stop and forcing her to face you, “Listen, you need to get it together, okay? This isn’t about them right now. If we don’t get out of here, there will be nothing for them to return to. Hellif won’t think twice about taking us and if we don’t comply, they’ll kill us.”

Ruth nodded, bottom lip trembling and tears running down her cheeks.

“They will find us. Bucky and I always had a plan for if something like this happened.” You paused, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. You didn’t have time to deal with this right now, no matter how bad you felt or how desperately you wanted to console her. “It’s your choice to come with me or not. But I promise you that you and your baby will not survive if you don’t.”

“I don’t wanna die.” She whimpered, cradling her crying daughter closer to her chest. “We’ll go with you.”

“Good.” You nodded, grimacing when your voice came out harsher than you intended to be, “Then put your fear aside and help me save our kids.”

You popped your head out, scanning the path and when you found it barren, you gave her a short nod before sprinting across the grass. She followed, maintaining quiet steps as the two of you weaved through a couple more tents to reach yours.

“In here.” You pulled the flap aside and ushered her inside. With one last glance around to make sure the coast was clear, you stepped in behind her.

“Okay.” You set Becca back on her feet, grabbing the four lightweight jackets and the two baby wraps off the makeshift table across the room. “You can use the pink wrap, it’s a little smaller. I’ll help you put it on in a second.” You easily tied the wrap over your body before helping Becca into her yellow jacket and then into the sling across your back. “Jamie put your jacket on, baby.”

“I’m scared, momma.” He whimpered, tears rolling down on his cheeks as he took the jacket from your hands and slipped it on as you asked. “I want daddy.”

“I know, baby.” You mumbled, running a hand down his cheek as you squatted down to zip his light green jacket up for him. “But it’ll be okay. Just stay close to mom.”

“I don’t need that. I’ll just carry her.” Ruth declared quietly, handing you back the sling as you rose to your feet.

“That’s fine.” You slung it over your neck before handing her your light pink jacket. “But at least wear this. I’ll wear Bucky’s.”

She accepted it, carefully slipping the jacket on as you pulled Bucky’s blue one over your back, zipping both you and Becca up in it.

“Okay. Bag.” You snatched the worn black backpack out of the wagon, hooking it over your shoulders. “And guns.” You rushed to the tote at the end of your bed, pulling a few knives and three guns out before sticking them in various pockets.

The gunfire and screams were getting closer now.

“We need to leave, Y/N.”

“I know.” You huffed, digging through the tote to find the tin snips. “I got it.” You cried out, snatching the tool from beneath a couple of shot guns before hurrying back to the entrance of the tent, “Here. Take this.” You handed Ruth a pistol, “The safety is off so it’s ready whenever you need it.”

She swallowed thickly, the color draining from her face as she wrapped her trembling fingers around the butt of the gun.

You placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “It’s gonna be okay. Just remember it’s their lives or ours.”

She managed a quick nod in response, tightening her grip on the gun, finger hovering over the trigger, at the ready.

You grabbed Jamie’s hand, pulling him into your side, “Stay close, J.” Your eyes flickered over to Ruth, “You ready?”

She cleared her throat with a little nod, “Y–Yeah.”

You pulled the flap back, poking your head out to find your path was clear. You didn’t hesitate, breaking into a run in the direction of the fence. It wasn’t a far distance but you could feel your heart racing and your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath with the added weight of Becca on your back.

“Watch my back.” You called back, dropping Jamie’s hand as you came to halt before the back corner of the fence and positioned the tin snips between your trembling hands. One by one you cut the links of the fence as quickly as you could. You wouldn’t need much room to squeeze through and no more than ten snips seemed to do the trick.

“Go on.” You pulled part of it back, urging Jamie through it. Once he was safely on the other side you dipped through after him before turning to push it open for Ruth. “Here hand Rosie here.” You crooked an elbow towards her and she placed the wailing baby in your arms. “Alright, now-”

A shot rang out before you had time to act and you watched helplessly as a bullet lodged itself in Ruth’s head, her blood splattering unceremoniously across your face and chest before she crumpled to the ground in a heap.

You froze, heart nearly beating right out of your chest as you locked with the man in the mask. You swore you would never forget the upturn of his lips as he stalked slowly towards you, cocking his gun with such arrogance it made you sick.

You didn’t give him the chance. You wouldn’t ever.

Your adrenaline kicked in, pumping furiously through your veins and you spun on your heels, snatching a sobbing Jamie up under your free arm and took off through the woods.

Praying to whatever God above, he didn’t come after you as numerous shots rang out behind you.

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Hit me Baby, One more Time (Wrestler Loki x Female Reader)

Read chapter 22 here

Chapter 23

Summary : Frigga invites you over for dinner at her house and you meet a certain giant sexy wrestler you once knew.

Warning : Mentions of Domestic abuse, Child abuse, Loki being Loki

Frigga. Loki Friggason. His mother's name is Frigga. Now it was entirely possible that it's some other Frigga, but you had a feeling she is his mother. You remember the picture you saw in his locker, the same woman, the only difference is she was standing in the picture, and she looked younger. 

"Uhh that's a unique name" you told her and she smiled politely "Ahh I get that alot" she said to you and another woman ran towards her soon after "Sorry it took me so long, you okay?" She asked him in a worried tone and frigga answered her quickly "Don't worry Martha, I almost got in trouble but this sweet lady helped, btw y/n this is my caretaker Martha, Martha this is y/n" 

She brought her hand forward to shake your hand so you did it awkwardly "Thank you y/n, her son would absolutely murder me if something would have happened to her" Oh he definitely would. You didn't doubt that.

"Marthaaa" frigga gave her the eyes and then she smiled at you "My son is a little protective but he means well" she told you and you smiled.

 "Oh I know" she tilted her head in the same manner Loki often did whenever he was confused and you had to get out of there before you say anything else.

"I should leave, I have to go practice" you told her and they both gave you a polite smile "Ahh dear? Wait a second" she said to you and she asked Martha to pass her a paper and a pen then she scribbled something on it and gave it to you

"I would like to know about your audition, so give me a call tomorrow? You don't have to if you don't want to, no pressure, just a thought" she passed you the note and you took it from her 

"Sure, I will, thank you so much, so nice meeting you, you're very kind" she gave you a smile as she heard you and you got your snacks and checked out of there as soon as you could. You took a deep breath as you got inside the car with Mack "Are you okay?" He asked you and you shook your head in yes.

What are the odds? That you met her out of all people, it hasn't even been two hours since you got here in LA, so this is why he visited La, she lives here? Thor doesn't know that? she has been hiding in plain sight, how is it possible?

"Frigga that girl y/n, I think it's the same girl you had suspicion about, the one loki followed on his instagram" Martha told frigga and she smiled "Oh I know, someone told me, I recognised her as soon as I saw her, and I think she recognised me too, which makes me think that Loki told her about me? He never does that, he always hides me from the world, I think she could be the one to bring my sweet boy back to me" 

Frigga told Martha and Martha sighed "Well to be fair, he's nothing but sweet to you, it's people like us facing his wrath" She told frigga as they came out of the store "He wasn't always like that martha, he was the sweetest boy ever" she whispered as she thought of a particular memory.

"Mama mama mama look, look I'm pretty like you" Frigga looked up from the book she was reading as she heard her 8 year old son Loki's voice and she smiled, he had gotten his hands on her makeup kit it seemed "Oh my little mischief" 

She lived for her sons Thor and Loki, her husband might have changed but her sons would always be there to bring a smile on her face. She opened her arms and called him to her, so he ran towards her and he sat down on her lap "You did it yourself?" She asked him and he shook his head enthusiastically.

"I see you when you do it, I learned mama, I learned, I did good?" she giggled as she heard his voice, then she teared up "You're perfect sweet boy" she got up and brought her camera from the bedroom. She set it up on a stand and timer and then she stood next to him, her arms around his shoulder, she had to take a picture of her son being so mischievous. 

She did lose that picture somewhere though, it got missing from her album, she didn't know that it ended up in his locker. As a reminder that his mother seemed truly happy once, as a reminder of the innocence he lost.

When Odin caught him with makeup on his face, he dunked his head in the bathtub and made him scrub it off, told him that real men don't do such feminine things, told him that he looked like a back alley whore. Used words for him he didn't even understand at his age. The day Odin took him to train for the first time and it was the day he lost his boyish purity.

"Heimdall, where is Odinson these days?" Loki asked heimdall as they were going through the security checking on the airport "He's in New Jersey" Loki raised his eyebrows as he heard "What the hell is he doing there?" He asked curiously

"I don't know, I'll find out" He told Loki, what is Thor upto now he wondered. 

You couldn't stop thinking about Loki and meeting his mother just now. Next day during the auditions you felt so nervous, but he was still somewhere there in your head, after your routine the judges told you and mack that you have cleared the selection process and taken into the next round. You couldn't have been happier but you had no one to share the happiness with except your parents and mack. 

You both have been preparing several routines in advance for the next round so it wasn't an issue, Mack decided that it would be best to take a day off and enjoy the nightlife of LA, but you just wanted to go back to your room and rest, you two also needed to find a room or something, if you make it to the next round after the second one, you'd be here for a long time.

After much consideration you decided to call frigga and told her that you cleared the audition, she sounded happy for you and then she asked you if you'd like to come for dinner at her place. Somewhere in Beverly hills.

"Uhh are you sure, I don't want to intrude in case you have family over" you asked her to enquire about Loki, you didn't want to face him at all, but you didn't want to hurt Frigga either, she seemed lonely.

"Ahh Don't worry it's only me and Martha and some staff workers, I would love to have a new company as well" Frigga told you and you sighed, you didn't know what to wear, so you put on a pair of black jeggings with a dark green shirt, it was new and no you didn't think of loki when you chose to wear that. You obviously didn't.

"Mama you can't invite a complete stranger here you know that right? What if Thor sent her to pry on you?" Loki asked frigga, and she shook her head "She's harmless I can promise you that" she told her overprotective son and he sighed 

"Yes because you're a very good judge of character right?" He snapped on her, he wanted her to have a new company but he didn't like her being so careless, there could be several reasons why a strange woman would try to get close to his mother, she glared at him as he used that tone with her and then she teared up,

"That's how you would talk to me now?" She asked him and he felt his heart breaking instantly, he sat down on the floor and placed his head down on her lap "I won't do it again mama I promise" when he looked up his eyes were red from the tears so she leaned down to kiss his forehead "Go get ready, and fix your hair" she ruffled his hair and he smiled as he got up. She seemed happy and that made him happy.

When you reached the address she gave you, you were shocked to say the least, you knew he was rich but you didn't know that he owned a freaking mansion in LA, there were guards who asked for your ID and your entry timings were recorded then they checked you for any weapons and such and also took your pepper spray.

"You'll get it back when you leave" one of the guards told you as he took you inside. Dear lord.

Once you got inside, she greeted you. She was in a full length dress and had a thin fabric wrapped around her shoulder, her light brown hair in a bun, she looked like a queen. You leaned down to hug her and she hugged you back "Did you have any trouble getting here?" She asked you and you shook your head in no.

"Where is Martha?" You asked her and she smiled at you "She's upstairs, oh by the way, my son arrived just recently, but he won't be a bother" She told you and your eyes widened, Oh no! you had to make an excuse and get out of there before he could see you but what would you say to her?

"Your son?" You asked her as you thought of excuses and you followed her towards the living room "His name is Loki" she told you and you were panicking more and more with every passing second. 

She asked you to sit down on the couch but you were a nervous wreck "Ahh there he is, loki meet y/n, the girl I told you about" you scrunched your forehead but you finally turned around to face him, he was a pale looking man in general but right now he seemed as if he had seen a ghost.

"Loki" you mumbled and he walked closer to you as he looked at his mother then you, then her, then you again "Birdy, I mean y/n, what are.. you..what are you doing here" frigga smirked as she heard him calling you birdy. She knew he wasn't talking about his pet birdy that day.

"You two know each other?" She asked, acting to be confused and you looked at her "He used to date my roommate Tonya in New York" you gritted your teeth and Frigga gave you a sly smile "Not a date, didn't date her" he glared at you at your bold statement and you glared back at him.

He was wearing a green t-shirt matching yours and a sweatpant, that's no way to dress up when a guest is over. Mannerless.

"I had no idea, this is even better, I thought it would be awkward with you two but good to know that you know each other from New York" 

She asked you to sit down again and you did. Then she asked Loki to come sit next to you but he sat on the couch in front of you "I'll check to see if the dinner is prepared" she wheeled out of there and you have never felt so awkward in your life.

He couldn't believe this, you were here in LA, in his mother's house, It's been more than three months since he saw you last, you look so pretty, but so pissed off at him as you should be, why did you come here? It was already hard for him to get over you "Before you think that I stalked you, she told me that you were not here" 

He smiled and then he smirked 

"So you knew she was my mother and still came here?" He asked you and you wanted to slap that grin off his face "She invited me, I didn't want to offend her" you told him the honest truth and he walked in over to you to sit next to you, you scooted over to the side as he sat so close, you could smell him, he smelled divine. An Aphrodisiac.

"Thanks for helping her in the store, she told me" he said to you and you looked at him "You don't have to thank me for being a human" your voice sounded shrill, he could tell that you wanted to murder him "I do, they are rare" he chuckled and you wondered why she was taking so long to come back

"What are you doing here? In LA I mean" he asked you and you looked at him.

"The audition, we got selected" you told him and he smiled. He was so proud of you "Congratulations" 

You took a deep breath as Frigga wheeled in again, this time with Martha by her side and she took you both to the dining area. Frigga and Loki sat on one side of the table, while you sat next to Martha on the other side facing them "So how well do you know each other?" she asked you both and you smiled politely,

"I thought I knew him but I don't" you muttered under your breath and he almost choked on his Chicken salad "Did you say something dear?" She asked you and you cleared your throat before you spoke again. "Not that well, he used to spend nights at my apartment, with my roommate" you glared at him again and norns he wanted to take you to his room and punish you for being so mouthy. 

"Is this girl, her roommate I mean, your girlfriend, little mischief?" Frigga asked him and your pupils dilated as you heard the nickname, that's why he was so taken aback when you called him that. 

"Not a girlfriend mother, just someone I hung out with a few times" she glared at him as he told her about Tonya. Frigga asked you how long you have been dancing for, and other things about your life and you kept the conversation going. You did feel his foot touching yours under the table and you glared at him to stop, but he didn't, he took his shoes off instead and you felt his thumb rubbing against your shin.

After the dinner she asked you to stay over, no wait, she insisted you to stay over and then she took you with her to get changed. You couldn't deny her, she was overbearing, but she meant well it seemed. Plus it would be nice to have someone in a new city. Now only if she wasn't Loki's mother, then it would have been perfect.

Seeing him again brought all those feelings back that you have been trying to push away, why he looks so good and smells so good, you wanted to kiss him and touch him but you remembered that night and how he left you after that, and no his little explanation over the text didn't make you feel any better.

Frigga gave you one of her old nightwear to put on so you can sleep comfortably, and then she showed you your room.

Loki couldn't stay still, you were here? What were the odds that out of all people you bumped into his mother yesterday? He needed to go see you and talk to you, he didn't know what he would say but he had to hold you and hear from you. And Kiss You

When he went to the guest room, frigga was showing you an album, probably from his childhood and he cringed at the thought. "That's birdy, unfortunately she flew away because of-" she was going to say something but she looked at Loki and the look he gave her made her stop "She's cute" you giggled as you looked at the cutest white cockatoo, must have hurt to lose her, Loki also looked so cute as a child, but then you saw one of his pictures as a baby and he was all naked, his little weenie made you giggle.

Loki smiled as he heard you giggling, thankfully he didn't know why you were giggling "She is cute..she was I meant" 

You glared at him, no you won't let him be cute with you again after what he did. No. Just no. No matter how adorable he looks when he's flirting with you. Just no.

"Oh dear I'm worn out from the day, I have to get my sleep, I'll see you in the morning" she hugged you and you returned the warm embrace. And then she left you with her giant sexy son.

"Goodnight to you I guess" you told him as you walked over to him, he was standing in the doorway and you wanted to close the door "I know you are upset" he held your chin with his fingers and made you look at him "That would be an understatement, I hate you" he made an tch sound as he heard you, you can't hate him.

"You should" you teared up as you heard him and he tilted his head then he leaned down to kiss you, you didn't seem opposed to it, you kissed him back, god you have missed him. He always made you so impulsive and careless.

"I have missed you little thing" he whispered as he cupped your cheeks and he got inside the room and closed the door. You pushed him against the door and tiptoed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hair as soft as you remembered, you didn't let go of his lips and he didn't either, he brought his hands behind you and grabbed your hips to pull you closer and then he picked you up and turned you around swiftly to press you against the door.

"You are an asshole, live with that" you mumbled and he stopped kissing you as he chuckled "I know I am but you came here little thing, it's not my fault" you rolled your eyes at him and he gripped your hair in his fist

"If I knew beforehand you were here I wouldn't have" he snickered as heard you, you have missed him too he could tell by the way you rubbed your hands against his chest. 

 "You got a mouth on you now huh, what did you do with my good girl?" He asked you and you snickered "You killed her when you left"

He smiled as he heard you, he knows you're pissed off but that doesn't make you any less adorable "That's a tad dramatic birdy" he mumbled and then he kissed you again "Gotta say, the fact that you're wearing my mother's outfit is really off putting, how about i take you out of these and put you in mine?" He played with the strings of two piece nightwear and you teared up again.

"Yeah you want to play with your toy again? What happened to your one fuck rule?" He grabbed your chin and he kissed you furiously as he heard you "You're not a toy birdy, I never intended to treat you like one, not outside of bedroom" he told you as he kissed on your neck and you felt his hips bucking into your core.

"Well That's how you made me feel that night" 

"I told you it wasn't your fault that I left, do you not listen to me?"

"I did that's why it hurt, I thought you cared about me, but you treated me like rest of your women" 

"They're not my women birdy and I do care about you, that's why I left" 

"That makes no sense whatsoever"

"I know but I don't think I can explain" 

"Well then get out, I'm not interested in your mind games" he put you down as soon as he heard your hurt voice and then he got out of there without a word. Okay you weren't expecting him to listen to you for once, you didn't want him to leave.

You felt used by him and he never wanted to make you feel that way, everyone he fucks once, they always know what they want from him and he always wants just sex, but you made the situation complicated for him. He was addicted to you and even three months away from you didn't make him grow out of these feelings he had.

After you threw him out of your room he went straight to the only woman he knew could get him out of this predicament, so he knocked on her door. He heard his voice asking him to come in as she was already in bed, so he went inside. As soon as she looked at his face she knew something was wrong "What's wrong Little Mischief?" 

"Mama I need your help" 

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[h0tchner]

go team hotchner!

pairing: dad!aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: aaron is coaching jack’s soccer game & reader is in the crowd! aaron & reader are happily married, but another woman’s mean comments and blatant flirting makes the reader jealous. fluffy shenanigans ensue!

word count: 2.5k

includes: FLUFF, jack hotchner is the sweetest, you & aaron are married, jealous!reader, kissing, family planning, & AARON IN A GREY T-SHIRT

rating: 18+ (for VERY brief mentions of sex and a little smidge of cursing)

a/n: i wrote this for @ssahotchswife​’s soft hotch saturday! this is my first published fic, so i hope y’all enjoy. PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

“Atta boy, Jack!” Aaron yells from the side of the field, clapping his hands as his son scores another goal.

Beaming, you holler from the benches along with the crowd. You watch as your husband jogs up and down the sidelines with ease, keeping up with Jack’s soccer team. It’s a stunning Saturday morning and you are thrilled to spend every moment of it with the Hotchner boys. Your Hotchner boys.

When they asked Aaron to coach the team, how could he say no? After losing Hayley, he promised himself that he would do everything in his power to be there for Jack. When you first started dating, Aaron was hesitant to introduce you to his son. It wasn’t because he didn’t want you in Jack’s life, but rather he didn’t want to scare you away. You were a 26-year-old NCIS agent and he was a 40-something FBI agent. You knew he had a son, you knew he was a widow, and you knew he was older than you: but you didn’t care. You loved him. It took a little coaxing to get Aaron to open up to you about his fears, but once he did, you assured him then and there that you weren’t going anywhere. He introduced you to Jack the very same day. Four years later, you and Aaron are stronger than ever.

The ref blows the whistle, calling a break. Aaron motions for the kids to huddle in. He squats on the floor to get on their level, enthusiastically whispering, walking them through the next play. Your heart swells watching him talk to the group of children. Aaron Hotchner, always the hero, the role-model, the leader. Gentle yet powerful: he was intoxicating.

Your eyes dart over his crouched figure; the soft, heather grey of his t-shirt clings to his broad shoulders. You draw in a breath, a memory of last night flooding your senses, remembering how you held on to those shoulders for dear life as he pounded you into the bed. You feel your cheeks blush red, and you look up to the sky, shutting your eyes to collect yourself. Damn. Even just the thought of touching him gets your blood up.

You open your eyes, letting your gaze travel back to Aaron’s body, admiring how good his butt looks in those black Adidas track pants. You bite your lip a bit, feeling overwhelmed with joy, knowing that beautiful man, inside and out, was all yours. God, what you wanted to do to...

“Damn he is HOT. Way hotter than the old coach. I think his son is on the team?” A woman’s voice rings out from behind you.

“Yeah, I think so. Did you hear what happened to his first wife? So sad, lost her when his son was little. Apparently he’s shacked up with some 20-something-year-old now.” A second woman’s voice chimes in.

“No way. Him? Married to that? He needs a real woman, not some child. A man that experienced should be with someone his own age. I’m gonna talk to him after the game, see what his deal is.” The first woman replies, voice dripping with venom.

“I think you should!” Agrees the second.

“Oh, I will. I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse.” Snickers the first.

They both laugh as you sit frozen in your seat, blinded by a wave of anger and sadness.

Some child? Someone his own age? Their hurtful words pierce right through your heart as you furiously blink back tears.

The ref blows the whistle, and the team scatters back onto the field. The ladies cheer behind you as the game starts back up. It takes all your strength not to break down under the crushing weight of their conversation. You take in some deep breaths, mulling over their comments. You weren’t “some child!” You were a grown-ass woman! You had a job! You were a federal agent! You loved Aaron and Jack: they were your whole world!

As you continue to give yourself a mental pep-talk, the hurt begins to dissipate as you realize how stupid those woman sounded. They didn’t even know you, or Aaron, or anything about your relationship. In that moment, you tell yourself that instead of wallowing in self-doubt, you would stand up to them and make it known that you were the only one for Aaron.

Just like that: you begin to feel a bit better. You focus all your attention on Aaron and Jack, letting the game fly by. You ignore the ladies gossiping behind you, and, by the time the kids are lining up to give the other team high-fives, you had pulled yourself together and come up with a plan to put these ladies right back in their place. You just had to wait for the right time to make your move.

“Wish me luck!” squeals the first woman. You can feel her getting up from the bleachers behind you.

“Go get him, girl!” sasses the second.

You watch as the woman walks down the aisle, her straight blonde ponytail swishing as she goes. She’s wearing blue-jean shorts and a white lace top: an outfit you’ve seen before on a hundred women who looked just like her. In any other circumstance you’d applaud her efforts (girls supporting girls, right?) but this was your man she had her sights on. No way. Not a chance. She wasn’t going to lay a single pink manicured finger on him.

Aaron is talking to the ref and the other team’s coach when she taps him on the shoulder.

Oh HELL no. You think, frowning.

He turns around and gives her a small, polite smile. You can’t hear the exchange, but after a few moments, she sticks out her hand to shake his, laughing. Aaron curtly returns the shake and turns back to finish up his prior conversation; but, this time, the blonde woman puts a hand on his arm again, lightly pulling him away. Your blood begins to boil. She gestures to the pack of kids, now getting drinks and snacks from the fold-up table next to the bleachers. Aaron nods, pointing over to where Jack is standing, sipping on some lemonade. She puts her hand on his arm again and tilts her head.

You decide it has been long enough. It’s go time.

You walk down the bleachers, picking up the hem of your baby blue floral sundress so you wouldn’t step on it as you descended.

The woman is still all over Aaron, clearly flirting. Aaron’s arms are crossed over his chest, lips in a terse smile. It didn’t take a profiler to know that his behaviour screamed “get me out of here.”

You fluff your hair a bit, letting it fall loosely around your face. With confidence, your feet hit the soft grass and you head towards your husband.

“Aaron!” you call out, waving and smiling as you near him, shooting daggers at the blonde woman by his side.

The moment he sees you approaching, you watch his entire demeanour change.

“Y/N!” he grins, excusing himself from the woman.

She whips around to face you with a vengeance as Aaron scoops you up, tanned arms firm around your middle. He spins you around as you laugh, surprised, looking down at him with pure elation.

He sets you down and, before you have a chance to say anything else, grabs your face in his hands, crashing his mouth into yours. You throw your arms around his neck and card your fingers in his hair, kissing him with the same fervour.

You can practically feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. It’s hot and dominating: something about winning a game makes Aaron primal and giddy. You certainly aren’t complaining.

He breaks the kiss and lets his hands fall to your waist, squeezing lightly.

“Congrats on the win, Coach Hotchner.” You smile as you brush a lock of sweaty black hair off his forehead.

“Couldn’t have done it without my favourite cheerleader, Mrs. Hotchner.” He winks, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“Oh yeah?” You prod, cocking your head, looking into his gorgeous hazel eyes. “Who would that be?”

“Hm.” He pauses, looking up pensively.

He wraps his arms even tighter around your middle and dips his head down, whispering one word in your ear: “You.”

You laugh, swaying with him for a moment, capturing his lips in another kiss. As you pull apart, out of the corner of your eye you watch as the blonde woman stands frozen to the same spot, mouth agape. You smirk, feeling satisfied and self-assured knowing your little scheme was a success.

Then, like a rocket, you see Jack running towards you with a mile-wide grin on his flushed face.

“Y/N! Did you see? Did you see me make two goals?” Jack exclaims.

“Yeah buddy, I saw the whole thing!” You capture him in a bear hug, kissing the top of his head. You ruffle his hair and kneel down, looking into his soft brown eyes.

“I’m so proud of you. Did you have fun?”

“Yeah! I love soccer!” Jack nods.

“You did a great job Jack.” Aaron says, helping you stand. He wraps an arm around your waist and looks lovingly down at his son.

“You’re our soccer superstar.” You add, glancing between Jack and Aaron with unbridled joy. “Now go! Go back to your friends!” You laugh, shooing him away, back to the group of sweaty 8-year-olds and their snacks.

You stand there with Aaron, snaking your arm around his back to match his around yours. You both watch as Jack bounds off. A quick glance to the side shows that the blonde woman is long gone, probably stomping back up to her friend to whine and call you more names.

“Is she gone?” Aaron murmurs into your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

You stutter, “How... how did you?” You trail off in disbelief.

“Oh please,” he smirks, “I had to stop you from practically biting her head off when you walked over.”

“Aaron!” you yelp, mocking upset. “You should’ve let me at her.”

He chuckles, lips twitching into a smile as he quirks one eyebrow up. “I couldn’t have my wife fighting with the aunt of one of my players. It’d reflect poorly on me.”

“She called me a child. Said that you should be with someone your own age. I think that warrants a free pass.”

His joking manner stops abruptly at your declaration. “That’s ridiculous and you know it,” he furrows his brow, shaking his head lightly.

You reach up and run your fingers over his scrunched forehead, soothing the lines into something softer.

“I know,” you nod.

Aaron pulls you into his side, wordless. Fingers tracing lightly over your hip. You knew he was thinking the same thing: no matter what they said, you knew in your heart that you and Aaron were meant to be. Age be damned. He was yours and you were his: forever. Simple as that.

“Mmm,” you sigh, taking in the beauty of the moment. You smile at the clear sky, the fresh air, and the feeling of the man you loved, right by your side. You two watch Jack as he talks and laughs with the other kids. He looks so happy to be surrounded by them: a natural conversationalist. You can’t help but start to think about how he would be the best big brother in the whole world. It makes your breath hitch in your throat a bit.

“What is it?” Aaron gives your side a squeeze.

Of course he could sense when your thoughts began to wander. Aaron was a man of many talents.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You look up at him with a reassuring glance, returning the squeeze.

“Y/N...” Aaron trails off, hazel-brown eyes searing into yours.

Damn your gaze, Hotchner.

You look away, letting your arm drop from his waist and move to step away a bit: he grabs for your hand instinctively, keeping you next to him. His big hands engulf your small ones, fingers entwined.

You know he is still staring at you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him yet. Your eyes refocus on Jack.

“I was... I was thinking,” you begin. “I love you. I love you so much, no matter what anybody else says. And I love Jack like he’s my own.”

You breathed in, prepping yourself mentally for what you were about to say next.

“Jack is so good with other kids.” You continue, “He loves being social, being a teammate.”

You gather the strength to meet your husband’s famous glare.

“And watching you coach these kids? You’re so good with them, Aaron. You make every one of them feel special. You give 110% of your heart, and I am so lucky to be your co-coach in life.” You tell him in earnest.

“Aaron,” you carry on, emboldened, “I think it’s time we added a new member to the Hotchner team” you finish, searching every inch of Aaron’s face for recognition.

You watch as he takes in the information. After a few beats, it clicks.

“Y/N,” his expression softens, “Do you want to have a baby?”

You bite your lip and nod, eyes wide and hopeful.

Aaron nearly explodes with happiness; his eyes crinkle as he smiles down at you, unable to speak. And then, his warm body envelopes yours, solid but soft: unmistakably Aaron.

You let out a shaky laugh and bury your head in his neck, breathing in the smell of cologne and light sweat.

He pulls back a little, one hand tilting your chin up to look at him.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Does that mean yes?” you ask, in a small voice.

Aaron laughs again, letting out a sigh. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger on your cheek. You lean into his touch.

“Yes,” he says, giddy. “Let’s have a baby.”

The sound of children laughing fills your ears as you grab the back of his head and pull Aaron into a soft kiss. The kiss is full of promise: a gentle pact, sealing the deal. You and Aaron were going to have a baby. Jack was going to have a little brother or sister.

You pull away, arms still around his neck.

“I love you, Aaron.” You breathe out.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers back.

Nobody on this planet could shake the bond you and Aaron had. Suburban soccer moms be damned.

[blouisparadise]

We frequently get asked what our members favorite fics are, so for today’s rec list, we asked each member of BLP to choose FIVE favorite fics for this list - no repeats allowed. Please keep in mind that this is not a complete list of our favorites - there are so many amazing BL fics out there that we all have a lot more than this! Still, we hope you enjoy. Happy reading!

1) Take Off Your Business Suit | Explicit | 3082 words

“Yes, let me get another chair.” Louis said, leaning up off of the desk. He stood up but before he could leave the office to get another chair, Harry was grabbing his hand.

The words that came out of Harry’s mouth made Louis’ knees weak and heart beat quicken. “Just sit on my lap.” Harry said. Whatever he said afterwards didn’t make it into Louis’ ears as he was moving quickly over to Harry and placing himself on Harry’s lap.

Louis would take anything Harry wanted to give him; hand touching, lap sitting, all of it. Louis hadn't realized he was holding his breath until it came out in a quiet sigh. “Okay so th-this one will be slightly different right?” He asked as he pointed at the sheet of paper in front of him.

2) Quietly Our Hearts Beat | Explicit | 7539 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis and Harry in the universe of ‘A Quiet Place’.

3) A Love Reaction | Explicit | 9968 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis’s staring up at him, head tilted slightly back, and his blue eyes are glassy, locked with Harry’s in an unblinking and gentle gaze. He looks ready to do whatever Harry says, to please him whatever way.

4) To Love Without Reason | Explicit | 8854 words

“Come on in, soldier,” Louis pats Harry’s chest and walks away, leaving Harry to follow behind.

Harry stands in the living room, looking around at Louis’ dwelling. Family pictures placed high on a shelf, certificates of Louis’ practice, and other trinkets that make Harry entirely too nostalgic.

“I have to warn you,” Louis says as he puts the kettle on, the water droplets from his hair trickling down the golden skin of his back. “The door jams if you lock it so you'll have to leave it ajar.”

Harry acknowledges with a soft hum, too entranced by Louis’ glistening skin to form a coherent reply.

5) No Good Unless It’s Real | Explicit | 17021 words

Louis is a very busy farmer who’s just trying to make it to his next nap and Harry’s the new hot vet that’s determined to infiltrate every area of his life.

6) A Springtime’s Wilt, An Autumn’s Bloom | Explicit | 20593 words

Harry is Louis' personal chauffeur, and although he hides his feelings for his boss behind a wall of rigid professionalism, Louis still manages to squeeze through the cracks.

7) Ready To Fall | Explicit | 21220 words

“Ninety and rising,” Nick says triumphantly, as though making Harry’s heartbeat pick up by thrusting an obscenely attractive person in front of his face is any kind of success. “Louis Tomlinson has just walked into our control room and suddenly our dear Harry Styles has lost all ability to speak. Could this be some kind of strange coincidence?”

“I hate you,” Harry hisses, forcing his eyes back into Nick’s direction, uncaring that the mic must have picked it up. “I thought we agreed that you were going to play fair.”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Nick denies, except he’s holding up a picture of Louis’ face now, sharp cheekbones prominent, soft lashes nearly sweeping against his cheeks as he looks down, and his fucking mouth –

“A hundred and two!” Nick crows, all but clapping his hands together in glee. “The highest it’s ever been!”

“To be fair, I did bend over the desk on purpose,” Louis’ voice comes crackling in the headphones. Harry practically breaks his neck whipping his head around at the sound of it, gaping at him through the glass panel. “You can’t really blame him for getting a little excited about that, can you?”

8) Written In The Stars (That’s You And Me) | Explicit | 22632 words

Louis pushes himself up on one elbow and stretches enough to just barely trace his fingertips over Harry’s jawline. Harry’s eyes drop to track his movements as he does it again. “D’you feel that?” he whispers.

To him, it feels like all of the universe’s magic lives just beneath his skin when he touches Harry with intent. It feels like something special. Louis watches Harry’s lips part and wants to touch that too. He almost does, but then Harry shakes his head. “Feel what?”

9) Middle Ground | Explicit | 23561 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry moves to a new town for work where he meets the enigma that is Louis Tomlinson.

10) England Has My Bones | Explicit | 24087 words

The next time Harry thinks about calling, it’s 4.14 in the morning on a Parisian hotel balcony.

11) Like A Siren In The Night | Explicit | 24868 words

“There is an infestation in my home,” Louis hisses, righting himself quickly and pushing his way past Harry, heading directly for the kitchen. He’s rather haphazardly dressed himself, a coat thrown on over a loose flannel shirt and black pants, slippers on his feet.

Harry resists the urge to sigh, closing the door and trailing behind him slowly. “What kind of infestation?”

For all he knows, Louis is going to claim that there’s a ghost infestation. Harry has no idea what the end game is here – all he knows is that Louis has found at least three complaints a week to bring up since he’s been living on Harry’s property, and he’s been living here for six months.

It’s way too many fucking complaints, is what Harry is saying. Especially when most of them are ridiculous to start with.

12) Hold Onto This Heaven (Of Yours) | Explicit | 25213 words

An ode to being too young, too sad, and too in love.

13) The Devil’s In The Details | Explicit | 25372 words

He squeals when Harry smacks his bum as he bends over to pick up his bag, swinging it over his shoulder. Harry smiles smugly at him, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “When are you going to start calling me professor?” He asks.

“When you actually are one,” Louis says with his hand on the doorknob. He cocks his head to the side in curiosity. “Isn’t that how words work? You did study English, right?”

Louis’ quick to slip out the door before Harry can smack him again, his laugh echoing through the hallways as he makes his way to his next class with flushed cheeks and a bright smile.

14) A Trail Of Honey Through It All | Explicit | 27086 words

The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

15) You Fit In My Poems (Like A Perfect Rhyme) | Explicit | 27598 words

The one where Harry works in an old bookshop and Louis is the pretty stranger that ends up stranded there in the middle of a storm.

16) Where The Lights Are Beautiful | Mature | 31170 words | Sequel

The accidental bonding A/B/O fic.

17) Once Upon A Dream | Explicit | 33319 words | Sequel

Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

18) Stuck On You | Explicit | 33983 words

Louis’ life revolves around his stickers. Harry’s life revolves around his job. The universe has decided their worlds should revolve around each other.

19) Coeur De Pirate | Explicit | 34207 words

He tilts his chin up as the Captain strides across the deck, his footfalls falling loudly against the planks. The crew watches them from afar.

Stepping into his space, the Captain wraps an arm around Louis’ waist and pulls him in. He lowers his head to breathe his words against Louis’ cheeks. “I won,” he whispers, “I’ve come to claim my prize.”

20) What This World Is About | Explicit | 34472 words

An eighties American high school AU; there are first times, football games, and feelings.

Alternatively titled: the beginning.

21) Close To Nowhere | Explicit | 34589 words

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

22) Before We Knew | Explicit | 39830 words

Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed onto his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

23) The Space Between | Explicit | 39917 words

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why.

Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

24) The Sweetest Incantation | Explicit | 40580 words

Harry is a witch who's still working on developing his powers and Louis is a werecat who falls into his life and turns it upside down.

25) Worth Dying For | Explicit | 44906 words

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Louis says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. In the center of the table, a set of three glossy photos stares up at him, mocking him.

“A security detail is non-negotiable, Louis, you know this,” his mum reminds him, tapping the middle photo with two fingers.

Louis doesn’t look back down at the pictures, gesturing towards them wildly, over-dramatically. “This is not a security detail!” he protests. “This is a lanky college student. In what world do you hire someone like this kid to protect me?”

26) Tastes Like Summer, Smiles Like May | Explicit | 47519 words

A cold prince, an alpha with nothing left to lose and a kingdom with a secret.

27) Love’s Truest Language | Explicit | 48195 words

The first part was meant as a joke. He didn't really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.

“Where's your order forms, then?”

“I don't want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.

Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”

28) Through The Wheatfields And The Coastlines | Explicit | 52855 words

The one where Louis needs inspiration, and a certain cowboy and his lamb are the perfect distraction.

29) Latibule | Mature | 54322 words

A Spirited Away AU of sorts where Louis just wants to heal and be left alone, only for all his plans to be destroyed by the hands of an infuriating British God.

30) Warming Up To You | Explicit | 56227 words

Prompt 111: Louis and Harry are strangers that somehow got stranded during a blizzard. They find themselves in an abandoned cabin and have to cuddle for warmth. Cuddling leads to much more.

31) Feeling Borrowed, Always Blue | Explicit | 68214 words

Louis has been dreaming of his wedding since he was young - he just never expected it to happen like this.

32) Curly Bun Man | Not Rated | 68597 words

I just paid for these Doritos but they're stuck in the vending machine and I know you've been waiting but I am not going to let you buy something until you help me. AU.

33) Waiting On You | Explicit | 76584 words | Sequel

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

34) Through Struggles, To The Stars | Explicit | 80582 words

Louis is a Starfleet captain trying to find his place in the universe. Harry is a prince just trying to do what's right.

35) I Want You So Much (But I Hate Your Guts) | Mature | 83648 words

AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. He is determined to make it big in the football world, though, and he can't do that bound to an Omega team. With the help of a faked doctor's certificate and some pretty strong suppressants he is ready to fight for his dream.

That Harry Styles (Alpha, second year and youngest football captain of the A-B team in ages) doesn't seem to like him complicates matters, though.

36) Where You Lay | Explicit | 86038 words

When Louis's upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates' best mate, Harry Styles.  Harry reluctantly accepts, and together the two navigate a strange friends with benefits relationship that quickly turns complicated.

37) And Down The Long And Silent Street | Mature | 86090 words

Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis' past finally catches up with him.

38) Swim In The Smoke | Explicit | 101778 words

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

39) The Galaxy’s Edge | Explicit | 113921 words

Things never quite go as they are planned during a simple rescue job.

40) Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices | Explicit | 126057 words | Sequel (WIP)

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they're forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

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[dramioneden]

do you know of any fics where there’s a pregnancy scare or Draco accidental gets hermione pregnant?

Dramione Unplanned Pregnancy Fic Recs 

Hi Nonnie, Sorry it has taken me soooo long to reply to this ask. To answer your question, yes I have a few (76) “accidental”/unplanned pregnancy Dramione fic recs to offer - because Draco and Hermione seem terrible at planning pregnancies. So I’ve broken this down into ones I’ve read & recommend and ones on my TBR you might want to give a try. I also categorized the fics into Teenage Pregnancies, Wartime Pregnancies, “Adult Draco and Hermione forget contraceptive” Pregnancies, Marriage Law Pregnancies and “Hidden” Pregnancies. So here is the ultimate guide to Dramione Accidental Pregnancy Fics, hopefully there is something on this list that will satisfy your ask. Happy Reading!

Teenage Unplanned Pregnancy:

Recommended Fics

Snow Storm by kblynne

8th year Post-war healing coping, Head Boy and Head Girl, teenage pregnancy.

Always Mine - A Dramione Fanfiction by SamadiW

8th year, Head Boy and Head Girl. The unplanned pregnancy is more of a secondary/later arc. Main arc on development of relationship between Hermione and Draco. Mixes the right amount of angst with the right amount of sexy.

Fics on my TBR that you might want to try:

From Venice with Love by jamieblye

In Private by acro acro

Locked In by goldhorse

His Sweet Dream by Supernerd22

I Didn’t Know by TriDogMom

Of All the Idiot Things by Lady Imara

Unbreakable by cleotheo

What Happened After The Canaries by Silver Lioness

Wartime Unplanned Pregnancy

Recommended Fics

Broken Chains by Leave It At That

Another Dramione, where Harry and Ron escape, but Hermione is left behind. As Draco and Hermione are forced together by a very perverted characterization of Voldemort, they realize they must rely on and trust each other to survive Voldemort’s demands. Forming a tentative trust and rare magical bond, together they set about playing the roles expected of them until they can find escape.

Resistance by GracefulLioness @graceful-lioness

Very well written, 7th year divergent. Instead of spending the war camping with Harry and Ron, Hermione spends it camping with Draco after they escape a battle together.

The Importance of Breeding by Jessiy  @jessiyl

Interesting twist on “what both sides of the war decide to do about the dwindling wizarding population”. Voldemort comes up with a “perfect mate” spell - guess who Draco’s perfect mate is?  

Manor of Conception by psiphifan

Harry and Ron, escape without Hermione. As punishment to the Malfoy’s for letting Potter get away, Draco is given Hermione to “breed”, thereby sullying his pure blood line. As dark as the set up is, Draco and Hermione adjust to their predicament quite adeptly. A “wartime subversion” read that hurts a bit … but climaxes a lot).

Fics on my TBR that you might want to try:

The Gift of Joy by biscuitsforpotter @biscuitsforpotter 

I Spy by gnrkrystle

The Power of Love by cleotheo

The Edge of the World by phlox

Balaur by two_ff

Tergeo by LadyKenz347 @ladykenz347

Consequences of War by NJ Coffee Queen

The Letter by RN2017

Haeres Genitus: The Begotten Heir by little miss moonlight

“Adults who forgot a contraceptive” - Future fic Unplanned Pregnancies

Recommended Fics

Precious Things by herbeautifullie @herbeautifullies

Beautifully told in a series of vignettes that take place every Christmas over a number of years. The author conveyed and developed Draco’s introspection as he falls in love with a family he never expected or wanted. Well written, emotional character/relationship study.

Liking by Ladyoneill

An adult affair between Draco and Hermione leads to adult conversations (with some input from Narcissa).

Fics on my TBR you might want to try:

A Year and a Day by Mistrus

Best Laid Plans by persephone_stone @persephonestone​

Careless by wish123

A Series of Very Bad Decisions by damnedscribblingwoman @fearsometinywit​

Unexpected Gifts by cryptaknight

Unintended Consequences by rainsrabble @rainsrabble

Knocked Up by dolphinroxy

The Side Witch & The Gift and My Witch & Her Gift by SeptimaBode

Once Upon a Night by longdistance

Ordinary People by inadaze22 @inadaze22

Surround Me by Taintedembrace

The Sweetest Downfall by xXBeckyFoo

A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy by Countess of Abe @countessofabe

Beautiful Mistake by pinayflava90

One Night Stand with Consequences Series by ruthy4vrsmoaked @ruthy4vrsmoak-ed

Constellations in Flourish and Blotts by MarshmellowMcGonagall @marshmallowmcgonagall

Gasping, Talking, Screaming, Crying by Gette

Heaven Forbid by empathaique

In the Heat of the Storm by xxDustNight88 @xxdustnight88

whispered through the trees by notawitch2580

Back to You by NJ Coffee Queen @mnem85

Circle by wanderlustfaery

Freedom’s Consequence, Rapture’s Reward by CelticSass

Marriage Law (but still unplanned) Pregnancy

I read and recommend all three fics in this sub-genre:

Desperate Marriage by x.Chrissy.x

Nice twist on the Marriage Law trope. After breaking up with their current fiancés when they find them cheating (Ron x Astoria), instead of letting the Ministry choose their spouses for them, they choose each other. Note: I don’t want to give spoilers away, but I think it should be noted that though it’s not tagged, be aware that a couple loses a pregnancy in this. As someone who has lost a pregnancy before, I was not put off by how it is handled, but found it emotional and relatable. There is an HEA and there is a happy healthy pregnancy and I did enjoy the fic completely even the emotional part.

Ninety-Five Percent by HufflePuffMommy @hufflepuffmommy

Draco and Hermione are 95% compatible - who would have thought? ;) I really enjoyed this marriage law fic - has courting quality to it, through all the tension and angst (and denial).

An Unconventional Escape by Ariel Riddle @ariel-riddle

Loved this twist on the “marriage law”. Voldemort has won and his wizarding world is facing population problems due to infertility of purebloods. He enacts a new law that purebloods can choose captive muggleborns as spouses. The only muggleborn for Draco is Hermione - and she’s suspicious, but clever enough to figure out his dastardly persona is more pretense for show.

Secret Child/Hidden pregnancy trope: Not only was the pregnancy an accident, it was kept a secret from Draco.

Recommended Fics

Amongst the Mango Trees by ViolaMoon @violamoonfanfic

Post-war, while in a happy affair with Draco, Hermione discovers his family has him engaged to Astoria, hours after she finds out she’s pregnant. She decides to leave and start over in Australia with her parents.

Breathe by RZZMG @rzzmg

In spite of a loving affair with Hermione, Draco feels obligated to see through his engagement with Astoria. But when he runs into a pregnant Hermione months after they break-up, he must dig deep to be his own man and not his father’s.

Seven for a Secret by Musyc @willhavetheirtrinkets

Anonymous sex during Beltane, has Draco putting pieces together when he encounters an 8 year old spitting image of himself.

Unspoken Words by LilithShade @lilithshadefanfic

Post-war, Future fic. Hermione and Draco have a one night stand. Nine months later, Hermione shows up at St. Mungo’s in labor. Draco is the doctor on duty.

Always You by Emerald2402

When there is trouble in paradise between Ron and Hermione, Draco just happens to be in the right place at the right time with a shoulder for her to cry on. A couple years later, the child she brings to St. Mungo’s with a fever, bears a striking resemblance to him.

The Trouble with Love Series by bentnotbroken1 @bentnotbroken1fanfiction

8th year Hogwarts setting. Accidental pregnancy is secondary arc, post-war coping/healing and Dramione affair primary arc. Note that the first in the series: The Pitfall is complete, but the second in the series is still a WIP (as of time of post 11/2020).

Fics on my TBR you might want to try:

Consequences of War by bentnotbroken1 @bentnotbroken1fanfiction

Aparecium by LadyKenz347

An Awfully Big Adventure by NJ Coffee Queen @mnem85

The Best of Me by MrsRen @mrsren

Choosing Destiny by AkashatheKitty @akashathekitty

Let There Be No More Curse by lexiatel @lexiatel

Nowhere Left to Run by FallenInDreams @fallen-in-dreams

Rose by longdistance

Second by LadyAlinor @ladyalinor

Seventeen by smithandbarrowman @smithandbarrowman

The Silver Dragon by KittenShift17 @kittenshift-17

Webs We Weave by mayghaen17 @mayghaen17

What’s in a Name by ImSlytherinatHeart

Full Body Control by lun27

Growing by the Minute by lozlol

Heartbreak and Horntails by AtHomewithWords

The Taste of Honey by Buzzy

[drprettyboyspence]

Beach Day

Dr. Spencer Reid/reader 

Summary: Spencer Reid doesn’t understand the appeal of going to the beach so when Garcia plans a BAU outing, he honestly debates whether or not he should go. Turns out, when Y/n is at the beach, Spencer totally understands the appeal after all. 

words: 2.8k 

warnings: seriously none to my knowledge! a lot of fluff :) 

a/n: Since its getting so warm out where I live and I’ve recently been watching season 8 (where Spencer says he doesn’t like the beach), I imagined what it would be like if Spencer went to the beach with his coworker who he has a crush on, I hope you enjoy! :) 

“Come on pretty boy! We’re gonna be late and you know what we’re in for if we keep my babygirl waiting.” Derek Morgan playfully yells at Spencer Reid. It’s ten past 12 p.m. on a hot and sunny August day in Virginia, and the two boys are late for a carpool with the one and only Penelope Garcia. 

“Morgan, why can’t you just go without me, no one will miss me anyway and I hate the beach.” Spencer replies in a frustrated manner. Garcia had been planning this for weeks, after the team had come back from an especially long case she thought what everyone needed was some good old day-at-the-beach fun. Through Spencer’s eyes however, you can’t exactly call an overcrowded area filled with unhygienic birds, sweaty, sunburned people, and sand that covers every inch of your belongings fun. 

“Reid, what’s wrong with the beach? Just bring a book if you really want to, but we really have to get going man.” Derek asks, automatically regretting it when Spencer replies, 

“Sandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly the drug-resistant bacteria spread by sea gull feces.” Spencer replies with a straight face, completely unaware that most people aren’t worried about the spread of sea gull poop or anything like that. 

“Alright, kid, I’ll give ya that I guess. Fine, I’ll go without you, but I know one FBI agent in particular who’s gonna be awfully disappointed when you don’t show.” Derek says slyly, sure his evil plan will work. Spencer looks up from his bookshelf where he’s organizing his collection of 15th century literature from his mom, a slight blush forming on his cheeks. 

“Y/n?, Morgan she won’t care if I don’t come to the beach today. Number one, why would she care about me? Number two, who wants to see me at the beach, my body isn’t exactly my most desirable trait.” Derek’s teasing face softens significantly, realizing the more real root of Spencer’s aversion to the beach. 

“Alright kid, you have no reason to be insecure, I’ve heard chirps from a little birdie named Penelope Garcia that our very own Y/n has quite a big crush on you. It doesn’t matter if you have a six pack or not Reid, you have the sweetest heart of anyone I know and the biggest brain as well obviously, I don’t call you pretty boy as a joke, why wouldn’t Y/n like you? Come on, it’ll be fun, I promise.” Spencer feels awkward, not knowing how to react to Derek “lady’s man” Morgan’s motivational speech, he doesn't want to get his hopes up. To be honest, Spencer has liked Y/n since she joined the bureau almost a year ago now, she’s smart, honest, brave, and the most beautiful girl in the world in Spencer’s opinion.

“But Morgan, I don’t own shorts, I don’t have anything I can wear to the beach.” 

“Well lucky for you kid I sorta assumed that, so I brought you a bathing suit, now can we PLEASE get out of here, I’m really not trying to be Penelope’s personal slave for the next 6 months.” Spencer reluctantly takes the bathing suit into the next room and puts it on, hating the way his skinny limbs look in shorts and an FBI tee-shirt, feeling as if he looks like a pre-pubescent boy. Even so, his desire to  spend the day with Y/n persuades him to anxiously pack his bag with a few books he’ll surely need before following Derek out the door. They make it down the stairs and out the door of Reid’s apartment building before they’re greeted by the dulcet tones of Garcia yelling at them through the open window of her car.

“Derek Morgan! You are very lucky you are so handsome and delicious, I’ve been waiting here almost twenty minutes! I almost had to hack the parking ticket database to make sure I wouldn’t be charged, now get in! This is going to be the best day ever!”

“Sorry babygirl” Derek says, getting into the car and pulling Garcia into a greeting hug, “the kid here was feeling anxious, but I told him his little girlfriend would be devastated if he chose not to show up, so lover boy pulled through.” Spencer scoffs and Garcia squeals in joy, loving the idea of the two babies of the team falling in love.

The three of them get out of the car at the beach and Spencer automatically puts his sunglasses on, the sun beating down on him harshly, high in the sky and nearly at its peak of strength for the day.

“Well well well, it’s about time you three! We were expecting you to be no-shows!” Rossi teases from the spot on the beach the team has chosen. Spencer awkwardly tries to walk across the lumps of sand, the grains sinking through the holes in the sides of his signature converse sneakers, already regretting his decision to come here, like he says, he really hates the beach. 

“Spence, you made it! I have to say I’m surprised, how are those sneakers working out for you?” JJ says in a teasing manner as well, knowing that when it comes to the beach, Spencer is one of the least prepared people she knows. 

“Hi Spence, I’m glad you’re here.” Spencer hears from behind him, the shy voice of Y/n automatically brightening his mood. 

“Y/n, I’m glad to be here.” He replies, the rest of the team looking at each other in bewilderment, not believing the sentence having just come out of Spencer’s mouth. Emily and Rossi had brought extra chairs so Spencer sits down and pulls out a book on understanding the theorems of quantum physics, having not read it since he was a teenager. He looks up from reading when he hears the familiar laughing and sounds of his two favorite kids, Jack running up from the ocean with Henry following closely behind, always looking up to his older friend. 

“Hi Jack! Hi Henry! How’s it going guys!” Y/n says, causing Spencer to blush as he briefly imagines Y/n with kids of her own, their own, woah Spencer calm down, don’t go there, quantum physics, focus. 

“Y/n! Will you come swim with us, please! please! please!” Jack says, the boys love Y/n because during the times the team hangs out, she can’t say no to them. 

“Spencer, swim? please?” Henry says, walking over to Spencer and grabbing his hand, cold from being in the ocean. Spencer’s heart warms at the sight of his godson and he finds himself saying yes, not realizing the implications, he now has to take his shirt off and swim with Y/n, what has he done?  

“Really, Spence? You’ll come swim with us! Yay!” Y/n responds, seeming so genuinely excited that Spencer finds himself getting less nervous. He hesitantly peels his shirt off, feeling surprisingly relieved to be rid of the sweaty fabric. He glances at Derek who is smiling at him, raising his eyebrows as if to say You got this player. Jack and Henry are getting impatient so Y/n takes her dress off leaving her in a bikini. Spencer automatically feels very awkward, averting his eyes to avoid blatantly staring at her, overwhelmed with how gorgeous she is, she’s truly the most beautiful girl in the world. 

“Uh, s-should we g-go?” He asks, the rest of the team giggling at his obvious nerves. He remembers once Emily told him his IQ turns to 60 when he sees a pretty girl, maybe she was right because he feels, in this moment, he wouldn’t be able to read a single word of text. Y/n nods and they walk off with the two boys towards the ocean, Spencer hearing the remnants of the rest of the team surely gossiping about the clear tension between them. They reach the ocean and Henry and Jack run into the waves, splashing and tackling each other, getting water on both adults. Spencer shivers despite the hot sun still beating down on his now bare shoulders and back, trying not to think about his chances of developing skin cancer which are surely growing exponentially each moment he stays out in this sun. 

“You cold Spence?” Y/n giggles, grabbing his hand and pulling him further into the water, his legs following even though the idea of being submerged in the cold water is not appealing whatsoever. Or maybe cold water would be better if Y/n doesn’t let go of your hand soon, the devilish side of Spencer’s subconscious whispers. 

“Yes a little, water temperatures around the Washington D.C. area in August average in the low 80s, but I suppose the contrast between the 95 degree day to the cold water causes me to feel cold, funny how that works isn’t it?” Spencer replies, always trying to be more conversational, especially around Y/n, therefore less statistics. 

“Yes Spence, now come on, it’ll be less cold if you just jump in.” Y/n says warmly, always finding Spencer’s statistics charming and adorable. 

“No Y/n I don’t think that’s a- ah!” Spencer yelps as Y/n whispers something to Henry and Jack, causing them to splash him simultaneously, very quickly drenching him completely. Spencer can’t find it in himself to be mad, hearing Y/n hysterically laughing and high-fiving the boys in joy. 

“Alright Y/n, you asked for it.” Spencer says, starting to laugh too despite himself. He somehow finds the courage to pick Y/n up bridal style and walk deeper into the ocean, dropping her in. She’s under the water for just a moment before Spencer begins to worry, statistics of drowning automatically filling his brain. He feels a tug on his leg and falls into the water himself. Y/n and Spencer now both in the water up to their necks, they look at each other and laugh awkwardly. All of a sudden realizing how close they’ve become, they both look away and focus their attention on the two boys still playing in the water, making sure they don’t get too far away. 

“Can we play chicken? Please!” Jack says and Spencer looks at him with a confused look on his face. 

“Chicken?” 

“Come on Spence, this will be so fun!” Y/n says excitedly and once again grabs Spencer’s hand, pulling him toward the boys. Y/n kneels down in the water and motions for Spencer to do so as well, he follows, still confused as to what is about to happen. Henry climbs on Y/n’s back and Jack on Spencer. 

“Okay, now what?” Spencer says, laughing at what the team must be seeing up on the beach. 

“Now, we fight!” Jack says from Spencer’s shoulders. 

Y/n and Spencer walk further into the ocean to more safely allow Henry and Jack to play. They hit each other and Spencer and Y/n find themselves suddenly chest to chest, Spencer trying everything to distract himself from his attraction to the woman in front of him. Finally Henry and Jack seem to get tired, asking if they can go back to their parents. 

“U-uh, so that was f-fun!” Spencer says, trying to break the awkward tension that had followed him and Y/n since they had gotten so close in the water. Chicken, who knew? 

“Yes it was Spence, thank you for coming in the water, I know you don’t like the beach that much.” Y/n says softly, smiling up at the taller man.

They make their way back up to the team, ignoring the knowing looks on their faces. Spencer sits down in his chair once again, suddenly noticing his stomach rumbling. 

“Spencer, do you want to share this peanut butter and jelly sandwich?” Y/n offers. Spencer laughs, how did she know he was hungry at the exact moment he realized it too? He nods and she scoots closer to him to hand him the half. They joke with the rest of the team as well as the boys, trying to separate themselves from the horror they usually find themselves facing together. Spencer knows there is no science to the old phrase time flies when you’re having fun, but he thinks today might be an exception, soon it's getting late, JJ and Hotch opting to take their tired boys home, exhausted from the day in the sun. 

“Spencer, before we leave, can you come with me to get an ice cream?” Y/n asks shyly, Spencer quickly agreeing before the anxiety of being alone with her can hit him once again. They sit together facing the setting sun while eating ice cream, Spencer knows he doesn't react the best to dairy but he can’t help it, he loves dairy, and honestly, he thinks he might love Y/n as well which is a terrifying thought. They sit and watch the sunset in relative silence, but it isn’t an awkward silence, it’s comfortable, Spencer wishes this moment would last forever. Too soon the sun dips below the horizon and their ice cream is long gone. 

“Okay love birds time to go, it’s getting really dark and we should be getting home.” They hear from behind them, both of them flushing in the night air at the nickname and teasing done by Derek. 

“Thanks for today Y/n, it was fun, see you at work on Monday.” Spencer says before following Derek and Penelope to the car, Y/n waving back before following Rossi, having car pooled with him and Emily. The drive home is silent on Spencer’s part, mostly spent looking out the window and ignoring the constant prying from his two nosy friends in the front, eager to know what happened between him and Y/n during the day at the beach. Garcia then drops Derek off at Spencer’s apartment as Derek lives closer to Spencer. 

“Goodnight kid, I hope you had fun today.” Derek says before turning in the direction of his own home. 

“Hey Morgan?” Spencer says quietly, so quietly Derek almost misses it, but turns around nonetheless. 

“Ya kid?” He replies. 

“Thank you for convincing me to go, it was really fun.” 

“No problem pretty boy, anytime” Derek replies smirking before watching Spencer walk into his apartment building. 

That night Spencer is lying in bed in severe pain, his fair skin blistering from the day in the hot sun. He knows he shouldn’t have been so stupid and reckless, allowing himself to become this burned. He was honestly having too much fun to stop and think about it. His phone buzzes and he grimaces, already expecting the worst, a new case, but instead, he sees a text from Y/n. 

“Hey, Spence, are you still awake?” Spencer begins to text back but before he can he sees an incoming call. 

“Uh, hi Y/n! Is everything okay? It’s pretty late do you need-”

“Spencer, I’m fine! Don’t worry, I’m sorry I’m calling you so late. How are you?” Spencer relaxes into the pillows on his bed when he hears Y/n say she’s okay. 

“Aside from the sure to cause skin-cancer, painful sunburn covering my back in blisters, I’m doing great! How about you? Is there something you need or do you just want to talk?” 

“Ouch that must hurt, you should have put sunblock on silly! I actually wanted to ask you something and I figured now is as good a time as ever. So um, Spence, I had a really good time today, and uh- I totally understand if you don’t want to, but would you want to go to dinner with me sometime soon?” Y/n’s heart is racing out of her chest as she anxiously waits for Spencer to answer. 

“Like a date?” 

“Yes- I mean not necessarily it doesn't have to be, we don’t actually have to go out at all if you don't-”

“Y/n, I would love to go out on a date with you.” 

“Really? T-that’s great! Okay I should probably let you get to sleep now, I’m sorry again for calling so late. Goodnight Spencer.” 

“Goodnight Y/n, see you Monday, can’t wait.” Spencer says before Y/n hangs up the phone, he finds himself missing her voice already. He looks at the clock, seeing its already nearly one am, now understanding Y/n’s multiple apologies for the late call. Spencer turns off the light next to his bed, noticing his sunburn doesn’t feel so bad now, ah, the psychology of love. Maybe, Spencer thinks before he closes his eyes, with Y/n by his side, a day at the beach doesn’t sound so bad.