#these WENT OFF thank you morg

[imtryingbuck]

Green paint

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Summary: babysitting Morgan with Steve gets a little bit out of control.

Word count: 1,637

Warnings: fluff

Masterlist

“The number for the hotel is this one, the number for the restaurant we’ll be at is here, and this is her physicians numb- Y/n are you even listening?” Pepper asks as she notices you staring off.

“Yeah you said the number for hotel, restaurant and the morgue is on this nice fancy piece of paper”.

“You’re hilarious you know?”

“I know, look Pep it’s not the first time I’ve had the pleasure of babysitting Carly so don’t worry”

“Who the hell is Carly?” Tony asks as he walks in with your boyfriend, Steve.

“Umm your daughter, Pep sorry to tell you this but your husbands losing his mind”

“Doll stop winding them up” Steve chuckles coming over to you.

“I can’t help it, anyways I say this in the most nicest way possible but you two leave, eat food that cost way more than my apartment and top it off by having mind blowing s-“

“Alright alright we’re leaving Jesus Christ” Pepper practically shouts.

Tony hands Pepper her coat and purse as he calls for Morgan to come and say goodbye.

“Be good and we love you” Pepper says kissing her daughters cheek.

“Who me or auntie Y/n?” Morgan asks with her eyebrow slightly raised.

“Both.” Tony laughs.

The moment the door closes Morgan grips your hand in hers and drags you to her play room, talking a mile a minute.

“-then we’ll play dress up and then we’ll play with my dolls and-“ 

“Morg slow down sweetie” you say chuckling at the six year old.

“-and we’ll have nuggets and fries and…where’s uncle Stevie?”

“I’m here sweetheart, I was getting your juice for you”. He says and sure enough he had a juice box and a drink for the two of you.

“Thanks uncle Stevie”

“You’re welcome, so what’s the plan tonight then girlies?”

As Morgan retells her plans to him you stand and watch as the six foot super solider holds a pink bunny teddy in his hands, getting ready to hold the elephant teddy as Morgan hands them to him. You couldn’t help but take your phone out of your pocket and snap a few photos of him.

“What are you doing pretty girl?” He asks you after being handed the elephant and now crocodile teddy.

“Oh nothing pretty boy” winking at him as his cheeks start to turn a little shade of red.

Playing dress ups were done after 30 minutes as Morgan got bored of it.

Then you three played doctors, it was your turn to be the patient. You only went to the pretend hospital with a really bad tummy ache and left with an amputated leg. Thanks to Doctor Morgan and her assistant Steve - I wouldn’t recommend going there, ever.

Playing with her dolls was over with pretty quickly as all the dolls were tired and needed a nap.

Steve left Morgan’s playroom - which looked more like a toy store - to make dinner for the three of you, leaving you and Morgan sitting on the very comfortable bean bags.

“Auntie Y/n can I ask you something?”

“Of course pudding”

“When will you and uncle Stevie have babies?“

Ah the good old question your asked constantly now you’ve been dating Steve for five years. Explaining to adults was easy, it mainly consists of you telling them to mind their own business - not necessarily that politely - but explaining it to a six year old? That’s new territory, she’s never asked it before.

“I’m not sure sweetheart” is all you can say.

“Do you like babies?”

“No”

“Why?”

“Because they’re smelly”

“I wasn’t smelly” she laughs.

“Morg you was the smelliest baby in the whole world!”

Her cheeks puffed out as the smile grew more and more “no I wasn’t”

“I’m not lying to you”

“Auntie Y/n, where do babies come from?”

Oh boy. This whole conversation was throwing you off.

“Aliens” you even winced at your own reply.

“Aliens?” She raises her eyebrow reminding you so much of her father.

“Yep. Aliens come and drop off babies to parents”

“How do they make them?”

This girl was killing you.

“Magic?”

“Magic.” She gives you a deadpan look as you nod.

The second you heard Steve call for you two, you practically ran out of the room.

During dinner Morgan told Steve all about where babies came from and how they were made, his eyes looked over at you and with a straight face you nodded, agreeing with the girl.

“Auntie Y/n uncle Stevie” Morgan’s voice trailed down the corridor.

“What’s up?” You asked as you walked down to where she was.

“It’s time to paint”.

“Oh sweetie I don’t think that’s a good idea” Steve says softly.

It wasn’t. The last time you three painted together things…kinda got a little out of hand. Paint was everywhere. All over the floor, walls and even the ceiling.

Tony and Pepper weren’t happy.

“But please uncle Stevie!”

“Maybe if we do damage control it won’t be as bad as last time?” You asked, the pleading in Morgan’s voice chipped away at your heart.

“Babe, we said that last time”

“It’s okay uncle Stevie. I’ll sit in the corner” you both watch as she walks over to the corner and sits down with a huff.

“I’m not giving in Y/n!”

“Nope neither am I…but she looks so sad”

“Alright fine! But the moment things get out of hand we put everything away okay!”

“Yes yes thank you uncle Stevie your the best”

Steve places a kiss to her forehead and watches as she goes to her paint stand, pulling tub and tub out. “I was talking to you too doll”.

“I’ll behave, scouts honour”.

The three of you had been painting for well over an hour, showing each other your paintings after you finished them.

You were adding the last little bit of detail to your latest masterpiece when you felt something splattering across your face.

“Was…that…what…I…think…it…is” looking up from your work to Steve and Morgan who both sit there trying to contain their laughter.

“I won’t ask again you two”

“It’s paint auntie Y/n” Morgan bursts out laughing.

“I’m sorry doll but she told me to do it”

“Yo-you threw paint at me? Steven!”

“Oh oh you’re in trouble” Morgan sings looking towards Steve.

“Babe, Morgan told me to d-“

You cut him off with flicking your brush at him, leaving pink splashes of paint on his face.

He actually had the audacity to looked shocked whilst you smirked.

Morgan’s laughter filled the whole room but she too falls victim when you and Steve flick paint at her.

All three of you come to a stand-off. Eyes bouncing from one another. Armed and ready with paint. Silently daring each other to be the first one to make a move.

Morgan’s the first one to attack.

Brushes were long gone as hands were going into the larger tubs so you can get your next victim easier.

The screams and laughter fills the whole penthouse.

You stalked towards Morgan who was laughing whilst pleading for you not to get her, you was about to reach out for her when her eyes went wide, bouncing from you and behind you. Her arms went out and she started muttering.

Deciding to look behind you, you see your ever so loving boyfriend smiling at you.

When you see his hands it becomes your turn for your eyes to open wide like saucers and you’re moving away from Morgan.

His hands are dripping in green paint.

"Do not touch me!" You speak lowly.

“I wasn’t”

“I mean it Steve do not touch me!”

“I wasn’t!”

“Back up. Now, Steve!”

Morgan stands there eyes still wide and in fact they somehow grow even more. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She’s finding the whole situation funny, her aunt and uncle slowly moving around the room - her auntie trying to escape her uncle whilst he tries to catch her - at six years old she’s smart, she knows that if her uncle puts his green hands on her auntie it’s going to take her auntie forever to get it all off.

“I’m not doing anything baby!”

“Morgan…give me some more paint” Morgan listens and finally moves, going straight for the pink paint. “Thanks sweetie”.

“Babe you’re overreacting, I wasn’t going to do anything”

“Ov-overreacting? How dare you!”

Morgan watches as her favourite auntie and uncle move closer to each other now that Y/n had more paint to her hands. Even though she’s six years old she knows, she knows that after tonight she won’t be seeing the pair for a few weeks.

You and Steve were about to pounce on each other when you feel cold liquid drenching the pair of you.

Shocked you look to the side where Morgan stands with a grimace on her face. The now empty tub of green paint tightly held in her hands. 

Before anyone can say anything the door comes open and a scream breaks the silence.

Pepper.

“Oh my… I think I’m having a heart attack!”

The three of you had gotten so carried away with the battle you were in that you didn’t realise how much paint was getting everywhere.

It was so much worse than last time.

So much worse.

“That was so fun auntie and uncle, we should do it again next time”

You, Steve and Morgan are in different parts of the room. Scrubbing and cleaning up all the now dried paint off.

“There’s not going to be a next time” Tony’s voice says but looking around the room you don’t see him. “Top left corner” you could practically hear the eye roll he did.

And that’s when you see it. The camera.

“Back to work!”

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

[esters-notepad]

In which Zeus goes to the club and is confronted by a bunch of nerds

Inspired by some recent discussion on @irishironclad's tumblr. Thanks to @catkin-morgs-kookaburralover for coming up with the deciding plot twist!

The Sky-Father, Optimus Maximus, the Hospitable, the Protector of Armies, the Protector of Friendship, he of the Rains, the Storms, the Thunder and Lightning (commonly known as Zeus) yawned and stretched his shoulders. He felt like he had slept for a long time. Years, even. He checked the time, and promptly shot bolt upright. One thousand four hundred years??? That couldn't be right... except it was. At least his follower count was up to a four-digit number again. More than enough to get out of bed and perform some minor miracles. He'd beat that usurping half-godling yet. Zeus snuck a glance at his nagging old battleaxe Hera, but she was still deep in a coma, follower count so low that she was actually slightly transparent. Ha! Nobody loves a party pooper. Time to go out and have some fun with the mortals.

Marina had been dancing for several songs, when she suddenly noticed another dancer following her. He looked like a classical statue with his curly hair, elegant nose and buff body. His colours were perfect too: hair so dark it bordered on violet, skin olive-brown and clear, teeth white as snow. She threw herself into the beat, relishing the experience of having such a beautiful and skilled partner. The people around them even drew back a little, forming a circle for them to show off in. When the song ended, she made a flourishing curtsey, overdone to Gibraltar and back. He returned the favour as a small, ironic bow. Marina looked towards the bar, feeling out of breath. As if he could read her thoughts, he grabbed her elbow and steered towards a quiet corner where one could drink and talk. "That was awesome!" Marina said. "Are you a professional dancer, or something?" The unknown man looked almost affronted. "Certainly not! I employ them! ...or I used to." "You must be older than you look, then." He drunk deep from his wine glass instead of replying. Marina sipped her mojito, slightly uncomfortable with how openly he was looking her over. Sure, she had a good body and she knew it. Yes, she had made an effort to look sexy before coming to the club. But he didn't have to be so crass about it! "Who are you?" he asked abruptly. "Eleni", Marina lied with practised perfection. "And you?" "You can call me Dias." "All right, Dias, it was fun dancing with you." Marina left her half-drunk mojito on the table and went for the dance floor, trying to lose Dias in the crowd. Somehow, he stayed right beside her. The man seemed positively incapable of taking a hint. Marina danced her way back to the bar - not the quiet table of before, but the middle of the main bar, in plain view of everyone - and took out her cellphone. Before she could even pull up her sister's number, there was a small electrical shock to her hand, and the machine died. Marina looked up. Barely an arm's length away stood Dias, smiling cruelly, lightning playing around the fingers of his right hand. "Who are you?" Marina said breathlessly, without expecting an answer.

Stavros moved around nervously on his seat. Something was different tonight, he could feel it. Something was making it difficult to concentrate. Konstantin and Dimitrios seemed distracted, as well. Thomas was reciting their usual evening prayer, but without the usual presence of spirit. At the point where they would normally have segued into the Lord's Prayer, Thomas instead said: "Holy Spirit, please guide us. Holy Spirit, please lead us. Holy Spirit, please show us the way." Outside, Stavros thought. That back alley two blocks away. Something's wrong there. "The back alley behind the club," Konstantin said. Dimitrios stared at him: "You felt it too?" "Me too!" Stavros almost shouted. "We should probably go there," Thomas concluded. "Holy Spirit, keep guiding us. God, keep us safe. Amen. Let's be careful."

The summer night was hot and oppressive, with a hint of upcoming thunder. Stavros hung a little back, content to hide his slight form behind those of his brawnier friends. Neon signs flashed. Taxi cabs cruised the street. People walked by, most in flashier dress than their little boardgames-and-prayer-group, most talking and laughing out loud in the grip of intoxication. The little back alley seemed deserted by comparison. Closed and locked doors, shuttered windows, parked cars, some overflowing garbage bins. Directly behind the club was an unhealthy-looking oak tree, and beneath it they could see a man kneeling over a woman, pushing her down on the ground, lifting his hand as if to rip her dress off. "Stop!" Thomas called, and his voice seemed to echo between the walls of the narrow alley. The assailant didn't let go of his victim, but he twisted around to look at them over his shoulder. Pure beauty, Stavros thought. Pure hate. Pure evil. He immediately scolded himself: no human being is purely evil, just as nobody is purely good except Jesus. But his impression remained. "Get lost," Thomas said. "Leave her alone." The assailant sneered. "And who are you to command me?" he said. "I am Thomas, a servant of the Lord Christ," Thomas said simply. "I am Konstantin, a servant of the Lord Christ," Konstantin repeated. Dimitrios added his voice, and Stavros hurriedly stepped out of the other's shadow to face down this ancient evil would-be rapist. A corner of his mind insisted that he and his friends were being ridiculous, that they should attack the guy or call the police or something, not recite corny lines. Stavros repeated it anyway, and the guy fell back a little, as if he'd been struck. The woman took the opportunity to wiggle out and run away. Stavros didn't blame her. "And by that name you command me to be gone," the man said mockingly. "You said it," Thomas said calmly. "By the name of Jesus Christ, we command you to be gone." "Damn your Lord to Hell, and you with him!" "He's been there," Thomas said. "Now he rules it," Dimitrios added. The man in front of them let out a frustrated scream. Lightning struck the oak tree, and Stavros jumped back in surprise. When he'd recovered, the unknown man had disappeared. "Where did he go?" Stavros asked. "Behind these cars?" Konstantin suggested. "No, he's not here. Strange. He must have gotten away somehow." "Guys, that was wild," Dimitrios said. "We faced down a bad guy, and won. Woo!" "Where did the woman go?" Thomas said. "We should make sure that he doesn't catch her again." "I don't think he can," Konstantin said. "She ran past us towards the street, right? And he could hardly have gotten past us - he must have gone deeper into the alley." "And even if he got past us..." Stavros said. "Even if he did, she had time to get away into a taxi, or a restaurant, or something." "You're probably right," Thomas said. "All right, I know it's late, but how about we all go back to my place anyway? Have some more tea, give proper thanks to God, calm down a little. What do you say?" "Best idea you ever had, man," Dimitrios said. Stavros just smiled.

[sentientcave]

WIP WEDNESDAY - 141 Paranormal Investigators

BEST TIME OF THE YEAR EVERY WEEK. WIP WEDNESDAY BAYBEE Had this silly idea for a fic where the lads are like, youtube ghost/monster hunters who get accidentally stranded in a weird American town. I haven't been working on it very much because I really want to get Impound done next but this is such a fun concept I really want to revisit it soon.

I have a lot more plotted out for it than I do for Impound but I'm not really a planner so who knows what I'll keep and what I'll toss. But feel free to ask me about it if you've got questions! I went on about this with everyone's favourite black cat, Morg, for like a full afternoon so I have a lot to say.

“— And while we didn’t find any sign of hauntings in this forgotten corner of Washington state, we did get to see some truly facinating peices of America’s history during the Gold Rush.” “Thanks for watching! Don’t forget to like and subscribe, and follow us here and here for more updates on our Great American Roadtrip!”

“Not bad, Si,” Gaz said, closing the laptop with a satisfied snap. “Once we get to the motel we can upload it.” “Do ye always have to use such unflatterin’ shots of me?” Johnny asked, pouting a little in the backseat next to Gaz. “I didnae do all that much yellin’, but from tha’ ye’d think it was all I was ever doin’.” “I’m jus’ givin’ the people what they want, Johnny,” Simon said, eyes laughing. “And it’s you wet, shirtless, scratched up and screamin’ bloody murder.” “I wasnae screamin’,” Johnny protested, running a hand over his shaggy mohawk. “I was just expressin’ myself.” “Loudly,” Gaz added, helpful as ever. “And in a very high frequency.” “Awa’ an’ bile yer heid, ye fuckin’ roaster. I wasnae screamin’.” “Sounded like screamin’ to me,” Price said, giving the two younger men in the backseat a stern look through the rearview mirror. “Now settle down. I’m not listenin’ to six more hours of this.” “Might be more’n tha’,” Johnny said, leaning forward, hooking a brawny arm over Simon’s shoulder, blue eyes scouting the valley below as they crested another bump in the road. “Traffic ahead. S’never a good sign when there’s vehicles lined up in the mountains.” “Bloody hell,” Price grumbled. “Why’s this country got to be so fuckin’ big?” “Where’s that bloody map?” Simon asked, yanking the glove box open. “Maybe there’s a way around.” “Might no’ be a good idea,” Johnny said uneasily. “We could get lost easy.” “You want to sit in fuckin’ inchin’ traffic for twelve hours?” Simon asked. “There’s a road off here—” He held up the map and jabbed his finger on a side road off the main highway. “Just before that bloody mess. It’ll be on the left— Take us up and around, looks like.” “Why is no one else takin’ it then?” Johnny asked, voice gaining the extra burr it always did preceding an increase in volume. He wasn’t shouting yet, but all three of the others knew the signs to look out for. “No one uses physical maps anymore,” Gaz said soothingly. “Maybe it got unlisted. Private road? If someone stops us we can always turn around.” “I’m takin’ it,” Price grunted, turning off of the paved asphalt road and onto the narrower gravel one. “I’d rather be movin’, at least. If I wanted to sit in traffic I’d drive around London.” “Oh suit yerselves.” Johnny pushed himself back into his seat and crossed his arms. “Don’t listen to the fella that actually grew up around anythin’ bigger than a hill. Noo, wouldnae wan’ ta do tha’.” “Relax, Soap.” Price used his stern teaching voice, the one that could command a rowdy hall of college students (most of whom only took his class because they thought it would be an easy credit) to be quiet and pay attention. “If we get lost you’ll get to gloat about bein’ right, how about that?” “Rather no’ get lost, but Ah suppose it’ll do.”

[cammie-morgan-goode]

Hello i'm new here, can you pretty please make a blurb/prompt on how Zach "went crazy" looking for Cam? Thanks!!!!!!!!

The moment the words left Rachel Morgan’s lips was the moment that my world tilted on its axis. (Had Liz not reminded me by saying that the world was still in fact spinning at roughly 460 meters per second, and that it was in fact not tilting on its axis.)

I stared at her. I really stared at her, sitting across from me at the table of a safe house. What did she mean that Cammie wasn’t here? Wasn’t safe in her room? What did she mean she wasn’t here with her? With Bex, Liz, and Macey? With me?

“What do you mean?” I said. The words felt like they got stuck in my throat.

Rachel Morgan folded her arms across her chest and looked at the table. I noted how tired she looked. Her hair was a mess and even though she looked fine, every good operative could tell that she was anything but. She took a deep breath and then continued. “Cammie didn’t check in. She just… Rebecca was the first to inform me. I know just about as much as you. She left a note and a CoveOps report from last semester and…” Headmistress Morgan blew out a breath.

“She’s gone, Zach…”

And the only thing that kept repeating in my head was that she was gone.

And she didn’t take me with her.

•••

I tug my jacket tighter, wandering the streets of the small town of Roseville Virginia. There’s shops and families wandering around, the bustle of a small tight knit community. I watch as a mother picks up a small child and kisses him on the forehead. The father laughs and pushes a stroller. I frown.

I never knew my father. And my mother… well. I wonder if Cammie is there, wherever my mother is. The thought makes my stomach turn. I had gone to her usual hiding places and counterparts but I knew that if I got too close, Catherine Goode would not stop until I was “home.” Home being the Blackthorne Institute for Boys. Home being a prison facility training assassins. Turning boys into cold blooded killers. Like Joe. Like me.

I keep walking and find myself at a fork in the road. A crossroads if you will. To my left, I would find myself heading out of Roseville. To my right, I would find myself going deeper into the sleepy town.

I knew then that I had two options. I could go to the Gallagher Academy and practically beg Rachel Morgan to allow me to help look for Cam… Or I could try to find her myself.

I didn’t give it a second thought.

•••

2 weeks later

My feet hurt, my body aches, and I feel as though my head could burst if someone so much as touches me. I know I look ragged. I can’t remember the last time I had a proper meal or a proper haircut and I know for a fact that I probably smell as though I lived in a dumpster. But I walk up to the giant school anyways.

I consider trying one of the secret passageways that Cammie told me about but I know that Rachel probably upped the security of the school since her daughter left. I probably shouldn’t risk it.

I take another step and watch as the doors fling open. My heart leaps in my chest thinking it’s Cammie. But it isn’t. And I try not to wonder if that day will ever come.

“Zach,” Bex says, throwing her arms around me. The sudden movement throws me for a moment but I regain my composure. A small smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. I hug her back and Bex let’s out a breath I didn’t know she was holding.

And then another set of arms wrap around my waist and Liz rattles off something at the speed of light. (Obviously not really) Her tiny body seems like it’s even tinier. I’m suddenly afraid that if I move, I’m going to break her.

She pulls away and I look up at Macey. She has her arms wrapped around herself and she looks angry. She stares at the ground and doesn’t make any move towards me. Macey McHenry looks at me as if she wants to kill me. And I know she could do it. And I probably wouldn’t put up a fight.

“Any news?” I ask, knowing the answer before I even asked.

Everyone shakes their heads.

Rachel Morgan ushers me inside and it’s nothing short of protocol. Bex is with me the entire time. She seems eager but utterly pissed off too. Macey is worse. But Bex… she’s just itching to do something. Anything. Deep down I know she’s upset even though she hides it well.

I get debriefed and once that’s over, Rachel offers me a place here. And so does Bex. I want to be out there looking for my girlfriend but I know I won’t be any use to her if I’m dead. So I comply.

It feels like I’m going crazy. It feels like I’m losing my mind. It feels like the world is coming to an end. But I know that if roles were reversed, Cam would do everything in her power to make sure I came home safe.

And that’s what I was going to continue to do.

For as long as it takes.

Until she’s safe in my arms and with the people who love her most.

(Written by: @cammie-morgan-goode)

[ask-your-fav-spiderling]

Shit. Fuck. I completely forgot to come by last night, Morgs, I'm sorry. Tonight's a two-in-one now, I guess.

First present: a collection of cool shirts I found the last time I went thrift shopping. They're mostly button-downs, which I know aren't really your thing, but I figured you could wear them as overshirts or something because the patterns seemed really your style. There's this one that looks like a bowling alley carpet, an orange one with tiger stripes, one that looks like a topographical map, and this one that I'm pretty sure is modeled off of that one sign in The Great Gatsby? This one's a T-shirt, though. I already took the time to tailor all of these so they're your size, so you don't have to worry about that.

Second present: It's been a couple years since I've had both the time and the money to use Aunt May's brisket recipe, but I finally got to do it this year and I'm giving half of the finished brisket to you. May's recipe is overall pretty traditional, don't expect to be, like, hit by a curveball here--but she borrowed a few ideas from pastrami, so the flavor is a little smoky and peppery. I hope you like it as much as I always did.

-@ask-spider-man-61610

LET'S GOOOOOOOOO

truly truly can never go wrong with more shirts, i have like five pairs of pants but with enough shirts you can't even tell when i wear the same pair for a week straight. and absolute worse case scenario where i don't wear them, j.j. definitely will. we're the same shirt size it's frankly a miracle. but yeah!! HELL YEAH thank youuuu for shirts and also for tailoring them??? king i don't even do that i've been wearing my thrifted shirts raw that's so sick

ALSO ALSO this brisket bangs. banged. it's gone now because we three in the miller-branstetter-jameson household are absolute animals and beasts so to be frank it didn't stand a chance. absolutely fantastic specs thank you SO so much

[psylockexs]

A starting point Pt 2

Caution: Explicit picture included 🤭

Olive led the trio to a hatch in the floor which had a small ladder. One by one, they filed into the tiny room. In the center, there stood a table and chairs and to the side was an everchanging sigil. Olive clicked her fingers, causing the sigil to change color. At the same time, her outfit seemed to change completely.

No longer was she wearing her casual clothes, but she was showered in jewels. Her marks were on display, and her eyes bore a weighty look to them as if she was seeing much more than just the people in front of her.

Morg: Whoa, you look different 😮.

Olive: My divining form. Come, sit.

 They all sit down at the table 

Lore: Wait, won't Nyon join us as well?

Olive: No. This is too advanced for his low skill level. He may be talented, but he can't stretch beyond what he can handle.

Lore: Fair. So. How does it work?

Olive: her deep brown eyes seem to swirl Hmm. Your mother seeks interesting interesting people. Tell me, Morrigan. Has your mother told you about any of them?

Lore: shakes her head Sadly no. Even though she promised to share info, which never happened.

Olive: Well then, let's look at them, shall we?

Olive then projected the images she could see in her mind's eye to the others. It was almost as if they walking in Olive's shoes. Right there, observing 😮.

Olive: Ahhh. Aphrodite has a sister, huh.

Min: Aphrodite? Like the woman of myth?

Olive: Fun fact: Aphro in human myths was actually a witch! How about that? And this young lady is her sister.

Morg: She looks so...normal.

Olive: Beyond that. She's much more. She is capable of using crystals like cards.

Lore: Distributing her power in the crystals. Ingenious. Is Aphrodite around then?

Olive shows the next image.

Olive: She is. Here she is, in all her glory.

Min: Urgh, why all the pink?! 😦

Olive: Heh, that's just how she does it. She is a witch of love, after all. Same as Mikhail, but not as devious. And she deals with all aspects of love, not just the carnal side.

Lore: Their faces. They're from the South?

Olive: Correct. La Ciudad. Nice place, actually.

Morg: Who else are we looking for? Min-ho mentioned a guy with blue hair.

Olive: I know who you speak of, but I can't trace him. He's as good as you are at tracking, Min-ho nods in Min-ho's direction. He knows how to hide.

Min: Damn.

Lore: Fine, then. Niko and Mikhail. Where are they?

Olive's lips curled up in a mischievous smile. Lorelei did not like that one bit...

Lore: Don't smile like that. What is it?

Olive: Well...it's just that they're probably not in any way to be found. 😏

Lore: I don't care! The world is kinda depending on them! So, where are they?!

Olive: Well then, don't bite my head off...but it seems their alpha has an interesting way of welcoming her new mates. 😏

Everyone groaned as Olive laughed her head off. It wasn't her fault. She did warn Lore that they weren't available but Lore wanted to see anyway. If she wanted to swim in dangerous waters, who was Olive to stop her? 😆

Lore: Was that really necessary?!

Olive: Hey now. I did say they weren't decent, but you insisted. So 🤷‍♀️.

Lore: I didn't insist shit! And why are you divining on them if that's the case then?!

Olive: I can't choose where the trail will lead. It's up to me to pursue it or not. Are you going to sit here and question my morality, or will you pick up these threads?

Lore: just sighs, annoyed but she knows Olive is right

Morg: If this is the case then, I think you've given us enough to continue the path. I, for one, would like to get this started right off the bat.

Min: Agreed. Though, I'm really only support. Someone's gotta do it.

Lore: Alright. Well, in any case, thank you for the leads Olive.

Olive: You're welcome. Best of luck.

The trio exited Olive's house, bidding farewell to Nyon as he opened the door for them. The kid went to see his mother as she took a moment to regain her energy.

Nyon: Will this work, Mother?

Olive: It has to.

Nyon: Are you sure you can trust them with this?

Olive: I have no other choice, son. This is something that must belong only to us. It will be a painstaking process, but it must be done. They are our only hope.

Nyon: I hope you're right, Mother. If our lives are teetering on whether cards are to be found...

Olive: It is indeed grave. A human must not find those cards. There will not be a second Hunt. Not on my watch.

Back in San My...

Min-ho went over everything in his head. There was a lot to take in; tarot cards, divining, necromancers. Hemomancers! Too much! And what was that slip of the tongue from Olive earlier? Olive didn't seem like your typical crazy caster, but there was no way she didn't mean something by what she said.

Min: Was it true?

Lore: What?

Min: What the lady said. Daydreaming about sleeping with me. Did she mean me, or Morgyn? 🤨

Lore: What does it matter?

Min: It matters, Lorelei. It might seem insignificant to you, but it's important to me. If we're gonna be doing this, I'd rather not be second guessing anyone.

Lore: Ok. Well, why does that matter? At least from her mouth, anyway. She might be a necro-wielder, but doesn't mean she's right. Maybe she just said that to cause havoc.

Min: No one says things like that without it having meaning. 🤨

Lore: Well, it doesn't mean anything...I think.

Min: Hm. Anyway. Good night, Lorelei. walks off

Lorelei walked back, shrugging off the whole conversation. She had no time to thinking about such trivial things when there was much to be done. Olive had given her the locations of the others she needed. It was more than she could ask for at this juncture, so she had no time for other things.

But...maybe some of Olive's words rang true. I mean, anyone would be a fool to deny Min-ho looked good. Morgyn's not too bad himself. In fact, when we look at it, Lore is literally surrounded by hunks. She is so far the only girl in the pack! Damn, what a crown to wear! But what good is that if their existence is depending on pieces of cardboard being found by the superhumans first?

One thing was true. This is not a walk in the park. It could take days. Months. Years. Centuries. Maybe Lorelei isn't meant to do this 'mission' alone. Maybe it's to be spread across the ages. She hoped it wouldn't take that long, but something in her mind brought her attention to the mailbox. The mailman certainly didn't come by at that time of night, so who the hell was it?

'In order to seek what you're looking for, and put an end to Maria's schemes, you must settle in Ravenwood. Find the deck, Morrigan. A human must not decipher those cards. Not even one. Nyon Specter.'

And so it begins...

[missautumn]

"Well, aren't you doll? Thanks " Simon laughed as he shook his head before having a sip of wine, anything but offended then when Morgan confessed she used his name to get in the premier he threw his head back as he cackled. "I'm glad my name was of help. It's not like I'm really popular. Anyway..." He bit his lip as once again they went back to the Morgan's invitation. "Sounds fine by me, I don't mind the B&B. And if your family really don't mind, I guess I can take some much deserved time off." He smiled. "Thank you for the invitation, Morg." He said in a soft tone, finding some comfort he hadn't felt in a while, it might have also been the early champagne and the wine he was having now but he was having troubles looking at something else than Morgan's face.

“Dude, I’m 26. Anyone over the age of 30 is ancient to me. Those are like the rules,” Morgan teased back. Letting out a laugh she shook her head, “Nah I just really like slasher movies. Remember last year when I couldn’t work late because my sister was in town? Yeah we were going to the Scream 6 premier. It’s like the only time I’ve dropped your name for something.” At least for something personal. She was quick to do it if Simon needed something, it was why she was so good at what she did. “There is one B&B in the whole place, it’s not a big city. But I can get my brother to check if there’s availability. Otherwise my dads are definitely preparing for us all to bring friends home with us. It’s weird how much they love entertaining– and how much nicer they are with other people around.”

[nightmaremp]

Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch6: True Colors of fur

 After Nora talked with her sister, Hannah, she went to Runyon Canyon to talk to Zedd. It goes well. She got him to help with the album and Animal showed up out of nowhere. As Nora tries to catch her breath, she gets text messages from Penny who was at the hospital, waiting for Nora to pick her up. “Come on, Animal” she said. He follows her. 

“Oh! I’m supposed to be picking up Penny!” she said before running down the hiking trait and back to her car. When her and Animal show up at the hospital. “Hi, I’m looking for Penny Waxman.” Nora said to the lady up front. Moog comes up to the two. “Nora, you’re here.” he said. “Moog?” she asked. “JAnice is gonna be so happy to see you.” Moog replied. 

“Wait, Janice?” asked Nora. In Janice’s room, she was laying on the bed out cold. Her heartbeat was good. Everyone was around her, worried for her. Floyd was holding her hand. Animal comes in with Nora and Moog outside of the room. “Oh no,” said Nora.  

“What have I done?” she asked herself. “Oh, come on, now. You had nothin’ to do with it.” replied Teeth. “This is all Morg’s fault,” replied Zoot. “It's Moog and again, I am so sorry” Moog replied. “Yeah, you should be. Lying to cover up your goopy eye” replied Floyd a bit ill. “Janice is lucky to be alive,” he added. 

“It’s not Moog’s fault,” said Lewis. Teeth turn to his son. “Son, what do you mean? He lies and looks where Janice is!” he replied. “Dad, I can tell by looking at Moog. He is a pure soul who wouldn’t hurt us for anything.” the ginger haired boy replied. He turns to Nora. “Is the wolf going to take off the sheep’s clothing and tell the truth?” Lewis said to Nora. “Lewis!” hissed the doc. “Sorry,” he said to Nora for his son’s words. 

“No, he is right. None of this is Moog’s fault.” she said. “It’s mine,” she added. “You? Why would you lie?” asked the good doctor. “You’re a high-ranking music executive,” he added. “I’m not,” the black haired female replied. “I don’t have big-time producers calling me.” she added. 

“I didn’t book you at The Hollywood Bowl.” Nora said. “And I have deep issues with your creative process.” she added. “It’s just the worst” the black haired female said. “But it’s me.” she added. “I’m the lair, the wolf in sheep’s clothing” Nora said. 

Janice suddenly sat up and gasped. Everyone looked shocked. “Wow, I feel amazing,” said Janice with a soft smile. “This room feels amazing.” she added. You all look amazing.” said the blonde female. “Oh, baby, you came back to me.” replied Floyd with tears in his eyes. He kissed her cheek. 

“Yeah, Floyd, she sure does, and all because the Label Lady told the truth about all of them lies.” replied Lips as the group slowly looked at Nora. “Classic Lips calling it out.” replied Dr. Teeth. “Because she told the truth about all those lies,” he added. “All this time, Nora, we thought you believed in us.” the doc said. “Yeah” replied Floyd. Annie touches Janice and the blonde female picks her up.

“I do,” Nora replied. “That part was true,” she added. “Hard to know what to believe now.” replied the red haired male. “Bye-bye, Nora,” said Animal with a growl that sounded like a dog’s growl. “How do you feel?” asked Teeth to Janice. “I feel good," she replied. Nora turns and leaves the room. “So good to hear your voice again.” replied Zoot. “Thank goodness, right?” replied the doc. Annie snuggles to Janice to comfort her.

“Lips said you died,” said Floyd. “Yeah, I thought you were dead.” replied the trumpet player. “No, I’m good,” Janice replied. Nora waits for Penny to come out. Penny groans as the male nurse pulls her wheelchair. The black haired female walked over to her boss. 

“Penny?” asked Nora. “Well, it certainly ain’t Madonna,” she replied. “But I get that a lot” Ms. Waxman added. “Listen. Sorry I’m late” replied Nora. “It seems all I do lately is let people down,” she added. “You sound sad. Are you sad?” asked Penny. “I can’t see if you’re sad or not,” the pink haired female added. “I was gonna yell at you, but if you're sad, it lessens the experience.” said Penny. 

“Yes, I’m sad” the black haired female replied. “I lied to the band, betrayed their trust, almost killed Janice.” she added. “And I was just tryna fake it till I made it.” the black haired female said. “Instead, I just made a giant mess,” she added. “Fake it till ya make it?” asked Penny, confused. “You think that’s how I got to be where I am?” she asked. 

“I mean, yeah. Doesn’t everyone?” replied Nora. “No! I did it with brutal honesty” Penny replied. “That’s the secret to success, kid.” she added. “You gotta be real. Always be yourself” said Penny. “What if the real me isn’t good enough?” asked Nora. “Shut up! You’re wonderful!” replied Ms. Waxman. Nora smiles. “Is this medication talking?” she asked. 

Penny chuckles. “You bet I am.” she replied. “I’ll take it,” Nora replied. Her boss chuckles again. “Whoa!” she said as Nora started to push her wheelchair. “Who’s that pushing me? Is that you, Barry Manilow?” Penny asked. 

Later at night, at the Shack, the full moon lights up the darkness of the night. The band were out back in their wereforms. “Man, I’m just shook.” said Teeth as he chewed on a bear’s hip bone. “All this time, we thought showbiz was a trusted haven of truth and honesty,” he added. “Yeah, yeah, Yeah” said Animal before Floyd threw a stick for the drummer to fetch. 

“Thank goodness we’ll always have used-car salesmen and politicians.” replied Zoot as Annie bites his ears. Everyone agrees. “You know, I’m just happy that Janice didn’t perish in Nora’s spider web of lies” replied Floyd. Lips was untangling a bunch of wires as Janice held her guitar. “Although spiders are our friends. They’re nature’s knitters”  replied the doe. “Too true, too true” replied the good doctor. 

“But I just can’t figuralize why Label Lady lied to us like that,” the Cheshire smilodon added. Nora came in through the front door and looked through the house, she was about to head out back. “Sorry to barge in, but I’ve been banging on the front door for an hour,” said Nora. “We know,” replied Dr. Teeth. Nora noticed that his voice sounds…deeper. 

“Can I come in?” she asked. Zoot carefully takes a picture of Nora without her seeing his weresloth form. “Got it” said the sloth. “No, just stay where you are. I don’t want you polluting Janice with your toxic lies.” replied the pink fur werewolf. The black haired female took a deep breath.

 “Okay, look.” she said. “The reason I lied and pretended to be someone I’m not is because I didn’t think I was good enough for you guys.” Nora said. “Truth is, growing up was complicated, okay?” she added. “My mom was a hot mess and after my dad was gone, I had to take care of my sister and “ Nora stopped herself. 

“I’m saying too much.” the black haired female said. “No, no. Please, go on.” replied the cheshire smilodon. “But back then, even when things got so crazy, I could always just blast my music.” Nora said. “And sing and dance around my room until everything just felt better.” she added. “You know” the black haired female said. “That’s why I always wanted to do this,” she added. 

“Because music was the one thing that was always there for me.” Nora said. “Right on” replied Teeth. “Yeah” said Floyd. “Nora,” added Animal. “The problem is, I got such a late start.” replied Nora. “Now, I’m just making it up as I go along.” she added. “But I know one thing” the black haired female said. “I am working with the greatest band in the world.” added Nora. 

“You got Jimmy Jam and the Flimflammers?” asked Zoot. “No, Zoot,” she replied. “I got Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem” said Nora. “I mean, sure, you’re not playing The Hollywood Bowl yet, but I promise I will do everything I can to make it happen because I believe in you.” she said. 

Floyd turns and looks up at Janice. “Feeling sneezy or queasy?” he asked. She shakes her head. “Nope. This is the real Nora.” the deer said as she got up. “Opening her heart to us.” the doe added. “And like, wow! You’re just shining.” said the blonde female. 

Janice starts to sing “True colors” to Nora. Floyd joins in. Lips plug in the wires and everything lights up in beautiful colors. The whole mayhem, even Lewis joins in. Nora starts to cry a bit. Janice lets Label Lady into the backyard. Her eyes get wide to see the mayhem as huge wereanimals. “Nora.” said Animal as his tail wags with happiness. 

“Thank you” Nora said with tears in her eyes. The huge doe smile. “I have a question though. What are you guys?” she asked. “We are, like,  wereanimals” replied Janice. “I’m a weredeer, Floyd is a werewolf, Animal is a werenewfoundland, Zoot is a weresloth, Teeth, Lewis, and Annie are werecheshiresmilodons.” replied the doe. “Okay, I can work with this,” replied Nora. “Good. Can you keep this a secret and never tell anyone?” asked the doc. “Yes,” she replied. “Good or if you tell this to anyone who we don’t want to know, off with your head” He hissed. “I understand,” Nora replied, scared. 

In the morning, after Nora talked to her sister that night after leaving the Shack, Everyone was walking up on a mountain in the area. A little hiking trip in the burning hot sun. “Ah. fresh air. Soothes the soul.” said Janice. Floyd was behind her with a hiking stick in his hand. “Now, I get why my doctor said I should be doing more healthy activities,” he said.

 “Ain’t that right, doc?” asked Floyd to teeth who was painting more than a dog in a desert. “I suggest you get a second opinion on my opinion.” replied Teeth as he pants. Lewis walks with Lips and Zoot, Annie was in his arms. She was somehow asleep in this weather. “We’re almost there.” said the blonde female. “And, like, it’s totally easier on the way down.” Janice added. Dr. Teeth looks at her as if she is crazy. 

“This isn’t down?” asked Zoot. “No, this is up, papa,” replied Lewis with a chuckle. Lewis calls Zoot papa and Lips Daddy because one, they are dating his dad, Teeth and two, they are good parents to him. “How is this better than holding up a toilet to my face?” asked Hannah who was tired from all of the walking. 

“Hang in there, Han. It grows on you” replied Nora who was walking next to Moog. He was holding the rope to the goat. “Wow, never would have pegged you as a hiker,” said Moog. “I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve been doing this since Tuesday.” she replied. He laughs. “You know what, I like getting to know the real Nora” replied the black haired male. “Yeah, same here” Nora replied. 

“Hey, next time, I’ll try listening to your advice.” she said. “I’ll settle for you listening to my demo.” Moog replied. “Wow. You do not quit, do you?” replied Nora. “I do not, no.” he chuckles. “And now, you’re getting to know the real me.” Moog added. The goat suddenly pulled Moog away, almost to the ground. “Oh, snap!” he shouts. 

“Bye-bye, Darren,” said Animal. “There goes my lunch” chuckles Teeth. Janice smacks him. “Quit it!” she said. Hannah walks over to Nora. “So, it looks like awkward guy is growing on you, huh?” she asked. “Moog? No, he’s not my type.” replied Nora. Hannah gives her sister the side eyes. Janice sneezes. “Bless you!” said Nora. 

The two sisters catch up to the group. They all look at the beautiful view. “Transplendent, isn’t it?” asked Janice. “Wow” replied Hannah. “As much as I love a green screen, this is something you can’t fake,” she added. “Yeah” replied Nora. “Neither is managing these guys,” Label Lady added. “I’m just hoping this honest thing actually pays off,” said Nora. 

“I believe that’s called karma” replied Janicee with a smile. Lips’ phone starts to ring, he gets it out and answers it. “Mahna-mahna” said the trumpet player. “Hey!” He said in a laugh. Lips mumbles a bit. “Huh?” he asked. “Oh, yes, just a second,” replied Lips. “Oh yeah, Nobu,” said the blonde male as he looked up to Nora. 

“What? For me?” she asked. Lips nods his head. The black haired female takes the phone. ‘Who is it?” Nora asked. “I believe that’s karma calling,” replied Janice. “No way!” said Nora in shock. “Hello?” she asked as she put the phone to her ear. 

[gwynbleiddyn]

MIOOOOO: Let’s see Hierophant, Hanged Man, Devil, and since what you talked about earlier, Moon?

For Kve let’s have Justice and World!

fuck yeah let's deep dive

maahes

05.  the hierophant  :  what are your muse’s morals / ethics ? do they follow their moral code strictly ?

he's classed as a true neutral alignment, on a technical level, and that's probably pretty accurate -- i think his moral code is largely driven by what he perceives to be pelor's guidance, understandably due to his oath, with a generous sprinkling of sehanine's wisdom. in faelethris, they are both largely neutral entities (iirc, subject to DM correction if i'm off kilter) whose domains don't adhere to any kind of morality in the traditional sense. you probably wouldn't win mio over by playing to any guilt derived from his apathy, in the same way that you wouldn't really gain anything from making him feel like a bastion of moral principle. he truly doesn't care; pelor's goals and his own goals always outrank other people's.

also, i've spoken about it before, but there's a lot of imagery around the sun in mio's life and it's intentional for several reasons, but specifically one of those reasons is that the sun itself is a neutral body. it's just a star. it has no bearing on what it's doing to our world, but our world thrives on it as much as it has to survive under it. that's kind of the position of the king in akhenaton, in a sense.

tl;dr he's not all bad, but he's really not all good either.

12.  the hanged man  :  how open is your muse to new opportunities ? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way ?

mio enjoys making connections that could lead to opportunities. there's a reason he defaults to charm and platitudes with most new people, and it's because he never wants to close the door on a potential ally that could owe him a favour. it's a habit he learned from his upbringing for sure, following his father in matters of court and council only opened his eyes to the opportunities that could come his way if he just made the right impression.

i don't think i could say he actively seeks them out, but if he gets wind of connections or alliances that could prove beneficial, he will try to pursue them. i think it's probably a part of his newfound friendship with zin, in all honesty -- which i love. he does genuinely enjoy their company, i have to say, but i think seeing the feywild and seeing zin's real influence definitely had a factor in that shift for mio.

15.  the devil  :  is your muse addicted to any substances ? is there anything that could possibly make them quit ?

money??? fame???? adoration????? he would never give that up actually im sorry

i do have an idea what would be a worst-case ever scenario for mio that would absolutely derail him and send him into a spiral of insane transformation where he abandons these things but i don't want to accidentally manifest it so it's staying in my head

18.  the moon  :  what does your muse long for ? is it a realistic desire ?

THIS IS COMPLEX.

i think more and more he's seeing himself as a suitable replacement for khenum on the throne, but he's definitely viewing it in a way that's like "i'm saving him by taking his place which i was meant to do, and he can live whatever life he wants" which, yk, in itself is not a terrible concept but i do not for one second believe akhen's troubles are going to be resolved so simply, let alone khenum's.

in any case he wants to go home, and he wants 'home' to be what he remembers it being. how realistic is that? i have no idea, but mio would do anything to get it to that point. he's thinking of a future for the first time in a long time, one that extends beyond 'go home' -- it's about what he'll do there, how he'll fit in, and the duty of blood that comes with his lineage.

kveða

11.  justice  :  does your muse find it easy to be impartial in emotional situations ?

he's pretty fuelled by emotion - we joke that he should be a barbarian because nearly all of his emotions inevitably get funnelled into rage which he takes out in pitfights, bloodbaths, and various other morbid means of therapy. so he definitely finds it hard to be impartial and it's very much why he does not do the talking in the group unless it's specifically to bite somebody's head off for looking at his friend the wrong way.

21.  the world  :  is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish ? what will they do when they complete that goal ?

not a mcfucking clue my dude he's an aimless ball of buried emotions with 398475349 axes at his disposal and the one thing keeping him going is the notion that there will be an end to it all and it will be glorious

[wtfevenismypage]

Curiosity Killed The Cat

request: request. i’m not sure if you’re comfortable with writing it but it’s worth a try the team is always teasing spencer saying “he’s definitely a virgin” and he’s like “wtf no i’m not” one day they’re like ok well then y/n can see for herself, y/n is like “😳i didn’t sign up for this” and long story short they come back to the bau and the team is like “ ok soooo?” and y/n is like zoning out mumbling “you were wrong”

Warnings: SMUT (Penetration, oral (female recieving), spanking, over-stimulation, choking, degrading kink)

A/N: YO SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, I am going to start publishing fics again, but updates will be very very slow. They’ll increase eventually, but for now, they are slow. Love you all!

The night began at work. A late night with the team at the office, stacks of files mounted on all of your desks and you’re all gathered around to keep each other awake.

“Ugh. This is too much work. Seriously. Can’t killers ever take a break?”

You whine, spinning in the swivel chair and holding a file in the air. Morgan chuckles, staring at his own file before speaking.

“I need a drink after this.”

“You and me both Morgs.”

“I told you to stop calling me that Girly.”

You chuckle, stopping your spinning and standing up to stretch. It feels nearly impossible to stay awake. Not necessarily because you’re tired, but you’ve been staring at similar files all day and it’s getting boring and tiring.

 “I’ll do refills on coffee. Gimme your mugs.”

You say, letting them pile different sizes of cups and mugs in your arms. You saunter over to the coffee machine and set them on the counter.

You set the pot for a lot of coffee and quickly dash to Hotch’s office, where him and Rossi are.

“Yo, I’m making coffee, y’all need refills?”

They shake their heads and you shrug, returning to the coffee machine and pouring the coffee in the mugs before adding cream and sugar.

“How much sugar tonight Reid?”

You ask, turning to the tall doctor with a smirk. Luckily, you and your team are the only people left in the bullpen so you can be as loud as you want.

“A lot.”

You snort, grabbing the box of sugar and piling it in, almost emptying it before putting it on the shelf and making a few trips to distribute the coffee.

“Here you are Spencer, sugar with some coffee on the side.”

You chuckle, sitting in your chair again and picking a new file up, only to find that this was the last file.

“Oh. Anyone else wanna give me files? I’m on my last one.”

Morgan and Emily immediately run up to you with files, dropping them on your desk and thanking you. It made you laugh, watching smiles grown on their faces.

“Okay team. We’re almost finished. Just a little bit more now.”

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A few hours later you, Spencer, Rossi, and Hotch are finished with your stacks, waiting for the other three with Penelope, discussing bars to go to.

“Oooo there’s a new one downtown, we should go there.”

“Can you guys hold back your alcohol talk until tonight please? I just wanna get out of here fast and maybe get lucky tonight.”

Emily pleads, making you and the other women go “oooo” while the men groan.

“Oh boy you are right Em. I haven’t gotten laid in so long. Too long.”

You say, leaning back in your chair and looking at a flabbergasted Penelope.

“How long?”

She asks, staring at you in disbelief. You were a very beautiful woman (Don’t you fucking dare say otherwise) so people often assumed you had sex often. You weren’t private about it either. So what if people judged you? Sex is natural and anyone who says otherwise is selling something.

“Since my first time in middle school. I had a delusion that sex was gonna be this amazing thing and then it was actually terrible. I gave up all hope and never slept with anyone ever again. So you know, it is what it is.”

Everyone looked at you in shock, confused as to how you went your whole life without sex.

“Wait really?”

Morgan questions, his attention dropping from the files to you in an instant. Spencer simply stared at you in disbelief, his expression suddenly making you nervous.

“Y-yeah. I haven't had sex since middle school. It isn’t a big deal.”

You defend, but Penelope wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Oh honey I’m definitely finding you someone to take home.”

“Hey, at least you had your first time, unlike pretty boy over here.”

Morgan teases, messing with Spencer’s hair. Spencer was often teased for being a virgin, but none of you knew what to believe. He said he wasn’t, but refused to tell even Morgan about any of his times.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys, I’m not a virgin!”

“Then tell us about one time.”

Morgan says, a wide smirk on his face at the disheveled state of the genius doctor. Poor Reid just wanted to be left alone but Morgan will not let this go.

“Morgan. Not all of us are public about our sex lives like you bud. Sometimes I wish you were as secretive as Reid. None of us want to hear about how you “got it on”.”

Morgan grimaces, and Spencer looks to you thankfully. 

“C’mon Y/N, you aren’t even a little curious?”

Emily asks from her desk, finally finishing up the last file with JJ. You shrug, playing with your hair briefly.

“Of course I’m super curious, but, unlike you lust goblins, I stand with Hotch and Rossi and don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”

Various groans come from the team as you fist-bump Hotch and Rossi, laughing at their defeat.

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When Morgan finally finishes, you all head to the new bar downtown, smiling at the flashing lights of the dance floor and immediately going to a small table with the rest of the team.

“Oh hells yes! This place is already fun!”

Penelope squeals, waving a worker over to get food. Morgan sits next to you, Emily on your other side and Spencer is next to Morgan and Hotch. 

“Alright my baby’s we are partying until Y/N gets lucky!”

You chuckle at Penelope’s words, raising a glass of water to your lips and taking a big swig of it before looking around. The people in there were definitely attractive, but your mind never swayed from a certain genius.

You meant it when you said you were curious, your mind had always wandered to certain images when you went to sleep, constantly imagining what he would be like.

You’re mind was so easily destroyed by him. All of your thoughts contorted by him. To the point where you can’t imagine sleeping with any of these other people, but you’re scared to ruin your friendship with him by trying to sleep with him.

“Ah guys. I’m fine. I don’t want to sleep with someone I don’t know.”

Morgan groans, nudging your side and making you laugh.

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A few hours later, Spencer has abandoned ship and went to the bathroom, leaving you alone with the rest of the team as you eat some wings.

“Oh my god I know how to figure out if Reid’s a virgin or not!”

Penelope shouts, you look at her excited face, just smirking as she squeals.

“And what is your plan?”

“One of us hooks up with him!”

You all choke on your food and drinks, staring at her in shock.

“I’m sorry what? Did you just say-”

“Actually that’s not a bad idea.”

Hotch cuts you off. You turn to his smirking face in shock. Never in a million years would you have thought that Aaron Hotchner thought one of you sleeping with Reid is a good idea.

“Hotch! Wouldn’t that like, mess with work or something?”

He shrugs, turning to you and smirking.

“What can I say? I’m curious too.”

You sigh, chuckling a bit and shaking your head.

“I say Y/N does it.”

“What?”

“Yeah! Y/N is single and hasn’t gotten laid in a while, it’s perfect!”

“Guys no I-”

“Oh my god you’re right! Plus there’s plenty of sexual tension between the two of them.”

You sigh, knowing they won’t let up until this happens. When the team wants something, they make it happen.

“Okay guys, I didn’t sign up for this, I’m not your test dummy.”

You say, putting your wings down on the plate in front of you and looking around at them all.

“Please girly? Pretty please?”

Morgan begs, clutching your hand tightly and shaking it up and down like a child who wants a toy.

“Y/N, I will make sure you get a raise in your paycheck.”

You stop and think about it for a second.

It could ruin your relationship with him forever, then again, he’s the type to forgive and forget when it comes to his friends.

And if it did work out, then things could be awkward between the two of you for a long time, or worse, he’d regret it. And like all the things he regrets, he’d ignore you until you disappeared.

And the worst you can think of, you take his virginity. Not someone he loves, not his girlfriend or wife, you. His bestfriend and co-worker. 

But still, just that small percentage that everything might go completely right and you might even get a second time with him makes it feels like it might be worth it.

“Okay fine. But I don’t want a raise. If I’m doing this it’s because I want to.”

They all cheer and you just smile, taking a swig of beer before motioning for Morgan to switch seats with you so that when Spencer comes back he’ll be next to you.

Within a few minutes Spencer returns and you feel a heat travel up your neck as you look at him. He turned to you and smiled, sending shivers up your spine as you smiled back.

“Why’d you switch places?”

He asks, you turn to Morgan for help, pleading him to come up with a fake story.

“Emily kept poking her so she told me to switch.”

He says, you practically glare daggers at him, but you go with it, turning back to Spencer and nodding with a smile.

“Yep, so now, you are stuck with me.”

You joke, trying to ease the dusty pink on your cheeks, and nudge him gently in the arm.

In a few minutes you muster up the courage to let your hand travel off of the counter and onto Spencer’s thigh, feeling your entire face go crimson at the feeling of the hard muscle.

He choked on his water briefly before looking at you, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your red face. You were trying to hide any emotion you felt out of embarrassment. 

He didn’t say anything though, you’re hand felt warm against the cool breeze of the bar, and he wasn’t opposed to your touch whatsoever.

Everyone continued talking and laughing as your hand inched upwards, and you could feel his body tense up every once in a while, and every time he did, you paused, giving him a moment to push your hand away or tell you to stop, but he didn’t. Not even when you began massaging and squeezing the muscle in your hands.

In fact, he at some point grabbed your hand and positioned it right above his own cock. You weren’t touching it yet, just hovering in slight fear.

He wants this.

You thought before slowly lowering your hand, your eyes widening at the feeling of his semi hard and fairly large cock. What the hell were you getting yourself into?

You glance at him quickly, only to find him staring straight back at you with lust lidded eyes. They were intimidating, almost scary. Usually you would have hated to be on the receiving end of this glare, but in this context, it made you feel like a match had been lit inside of you and you were just left there with a lit match inside of you.

The moment you squeezed your hands just slightly, he abruptly stood up, your hand falling from his crotch. Everyone looks at him in shock as he yanks you up.

“I need to talk to you.”

Is all he says before dragging you away. You only had a split second to turn and see the teams faces, but they were all pretty much the same. 

A shit eating smile with wiggling eyebrows.

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From the moment you were yanked into the private room with Spencer, you were super nervous. It had been years, you were inexperienced. What if he didn’t like it? What if he left because you were bad at it?

He seemed to notice your panicked state and sat you down on the bed, crouching in front of you and taking your hands in his.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this. As much as I would love to prove to you that I really am not a virgin, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. But if you say yes, I will pillage your body to the point that you can’t walk next week.”

Well shit, now you were fully convinced and super turned on. You had thought he was vanilla, or maybe even a bottom, but oh wow you were so wrong.

“Do it.”

Those were the only two words needed for Spencer Reid to pounce, and your plane of vision was knocked over, now laying on your back as he traps you under his body. 

His lips are everywhere. They’re on yours at first, but they travel to your jaw, your neck, and his lengthy fingers work at the buttons on your dress shirt rapidly. 

“Shit Spencer...”

You whine out as he works his hands across your body. They feel like fire against your skin. His lips are wet and messy, kissing and marking your neck for the world to see.

You grip his shirt, tugging at it and opening your mouth to speak, but a moan slips out instead. You shut your eyes in embarrassment as you feel his lips curl upwards on your collarbone, the suckling feeling feeling so warm and tingly.

“What is it baby? You want me to take my shirt off? huh?”

You nod eagerly, chest rising and falling quickly as he raises his body off of yours, and you open your heavy eyes to see him strip off his shirt. He isn’t muscly, but he’s perfect, he looks perfect.

“What do you want baby?”

You stumble over your words, your mind already fuzzy somehow by just his lips.

“You. I want you. Please Spencer I want you.”

 You beg, your hands travelling up his torso and feeling his soft skin. He leans down again, towering over you and smashing his lips on your while his hands work on getting your pants off.

His lips were safe, careful. Not aggressive, and his tongue that tasted the inside of your mouth was warm and loving, savoring your taste as you whined into his.

He was smiling so widely against your skin, his pride booming at the way you reacted to his touch. He never once thought he could get you to react like this.

“You just wanted to see if I was a virgin huh? You curious?”

You nod and shake your head, confused on why you were doing this as well. You wanted this so much it almost hurt, you’ve wanted this since day one. You were also really curious as well though.

“You know what they say.”

He leans into your ear, kissing your neck and biting your ear.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

You felt his fingers rub at your clothed pussy, your black cloth panties preventing him from fucking you with his fingers. His fingers rub against your clit, the cotton creating friction on it as well.

 “Please Spencer! Please please please!”

You beg, feeling his breath land on your cold skin in a way that felt so raw and rigid. He tugs at your panties, freeing your cunt as a finger rubs against your clit, the bundle of nerves jolting you up.

A loud moan escapes your lips as he continues circling your clit with his long fingers, His lips kissing your open ones.

Two fingers probe into you, scissoring themselves inside of you. You groan into his mouth as they curl upwards into your wet cunt.

“Shit!”

He moves his head between your thighs, licking a wet stripe up your clit, flicking it around as you moan at the sensitive feeling. It feels like electricity lighting up the sensitive nub.

A pressure builds between your legs, a spring coiling in your stomach as he suckles on your clit, fucking you fast with his fingers.

“Spencer! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it.”

It hits you like a fiery clap of thunder, the feeling so extreme and hot it almost makes you scream and you can only hope no one heard you over the music outside.

Your breathing is labored as your high dies down, but Spencer doesn’t let up, he flips you over onto your stomach, dragging you to your knees by your hips. 

“Wha-”

You get cut off by your own moan of pain, the tip of his cock slowly being pressed into your tight and wet cunt.

“It’ll get better baby, I’ll go slow, I promise. Just tell me when you want me to go, and when you want me to stop. Okay?”

You nod against the pillow under your face, tears slipping out of the corners of your eyes. A hand lands on your ass, making you yelp at the rough feeling.

“Words baby.”

You moan, palming the sheets with your fists as he pulls out completely, leaving you to feel empty.

“Okay! Please Spencer! Please I need you!”

You could practically feel his pride rolling off of him as he pushes into your sex slowly, filling you up fully. 

It’s a stinging feeling, as if you were being torn apart. But he waits, he let’s you adjust to his girthy size before moving. He really was gentle. You hadn’t expected him to be rough exactly, but he was shockingly gentle and patient.

Eventually, you got used to the feeling, it felt so satisfying as well. The feeling of being so full and warm was so pleasuring, it sent little jolts of pleasure up your spine and out your mouth, making Spencer smirk.

“You’re so tight for me. You so curious you let me fuck you huh? So eager?”

You nod, burying your face into the pillows. You want him to move, to fuck you until you break, but words won’t come out, so you move your hips forwards, letting part of him slip out of you before moving him back into your dripping cunt.

A loud groan escapes both of your lips at the feeling, his hand lands on your ass again, reddening it before taking the hint and thrusting into you carefully.

“Oh... Holy crap!”

You moan out as he continues to clench your hips, surely leaving bruises tomorrow. His thrusts remained slow and deep, but it felt just right. He let his hands wander, travelling up and down your body.

His fingers find your bra, unclipping it and letting it fall off. Your breasts move to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Faster... Please Spencer faster!”

“What’s that my little slut? You want more? You gonna be a greedy little slut?”

You could feel your cheeks become a dark crimson color, slightly embarrassed at the degrading language he was using, but you nod nonetheless, wanting him to pound into you shamelessly.

“Very well. What a dirty slut wants, she gets.”

His pace quickens suddenly, each thrust into you sharp and hitting into you just right. Loud moans escape both yours and Spencer’s lips, the room becoming sweaty and sticky quickly.

“This want you want you whore? You just want to be fucked like a cheap whore?”

Pointless babbles fall out of your mouth, quiet “Yes” and “I’m your cheap whore” being mumbled as he pounded into from behind. 

A gasp escapes your lips as he lands another smack to your ass, leaving a burning sensation that felt so damn pleasurable after the initial sting.

A familiar pressure builds up between your thighs again, Your legs trembling under the Thunderous feeling of your orgasm washing over your entire body.

You had thought that two orgasms would have been enough for him, but he doesn’t let up, even flipping you back over and thrusting into you harder. 

“S-Spencer!”

You gasp and squirm as his fingers find your sensitive and swollen clit, pinching and rubbing it with his thumb and index finger. It felt like a wave of nerves jolting every bone, your back arching off of the cushion underneath you.

He continues pounding into you mercilessly, admiring the way your tits bounce at his pace, the way you so desperately panted for mercy, but your body betrayed you.

If you really wanted him to get off of you, you would have made it much more clear, you would have been pushing him off more, but you were more just clutching him closer than anything, wriggling your body around.

You couldn’t form any words at this point, chasing after your third orgasm endlessly. You manage to spot the hand that isn’t abusing your clit snake its way up your body, playing and pinching your nipples briefly before wrapping itself around your neck. 

Soft squeezes are delivered to your throat, making you whimper and whine, your own hands reaching his wrist for support, feeling up the vein-y muscles.

“Spencer! Spencer I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum!”

You whimper out, his hand tightens around your throat and his fingers rub your clit faster and harder, abusing the already raw nerves. 

Everything felt so overwhelming. Your body was shaking aggressively each time he rubbed your swollen nub, and the feeling of him pounding into your wet cunt repeatedly slamming your sweet spot mercilessly and choking you out at the same time was so raw and powerful. 

It felt unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. And with a broken moan, you came all over his cock, clenching around him and pushing him over the edge as well. 

He came right inside of you, riding out his high while slowing the rubs delivered to your clit. Your insides were twitching like crazy around his sensitive cock, making him groan while watching your entire body shake.

Soon after you both came, he pulled out, letting his cum drip out of you and onto the bed, pulling your body to sit up.

“Well, did I pass your test?”

You lazily nod at his question. You panted heavily, trying to chase after your breath.

“Holy shit Spencer... That was... Wow.”

He chuckled, grabbing your clothes off of the floor and placing them next to you.

“Need help cleaning up?”

You shook your head, meeting his starstruck eyes for the first time since he choked you. They were so bright, so in awe. 

“Alright, well I’m gonna head home so I don’t have to face the others. See you at work?”

“See ya.”

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Twenty minutes later, Spencer had gone home and you had finished getting all of his cum out of you, and now you were fully dressed, making your way back to the others in a shell shocked state of mind.

Everyone else was trying their hardest not to laugh at the sight of your shaky legs when you stumbled into your chair, red hickies all over your neck. You sat with a blank stare in your eyes, chugging your water.

“So?”

Morgan asked, knowing the answer already but just wanting to hear it anyways.

“You were wrong.”

You managed to mumble out. Everyone broke out laughing, even Hotch and Rossi.

You continued to eat your wings, The memory of what just happened stuck on replay in your brain.

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Vaincre

part v

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cw: homophobic encounter.

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November

November shadows, 

shade November change

November spells sweet memory, 

the season blue remains

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“Lo!” Finn called. “Guess who just got traded to the Rags.”

Cool dread spun its way into Logan’s chest at full force. He felt the point of one of his hips knock against the counter. “Quoi?”

“Marshy and Morgs!” Finn said, and the appeared around the corner into the kitchen, red hair a mess. “Like, together. Like us.”

“These were Harvard teammates, yeah?” Leo asked, spooning sugar into Logan’s coffee.

“Like us?” Logan said. “They’re dating?”

“Oh, no,” Finn laughed. “I just meant together, like, at the same time. Around the same time, I guess I should say.”

“Wow,” Logan nodded, which prompted Finn to imitate the way he said wow, drawing out the W’s. Logan smiled, lifting his cup to his mouth. “We could visit them over the next free weekend maybe.”

“Damn, that’d be a blast to the past.”

“What are they like?” Leo asked, leaning into Logan’s side.

“You’d love Will. Will Morgan, Morgs,” Logan said. “Really level-headed, probably the nicest person I know. Marshy…”

“Percy Marshall is one crazy motherfucker,” Finn said, and poured his own cup of coffee, black.

Logan leaned into mock-whisper to Leo. “And Finn gets insane when they’re together.”

Finn shot him a look, but continued. “Best way to say it. He’ll party until the sun, he’s crazy superstitious—worse than Cap and Loops combined—and he’s also,” Finn slid onto a stool. “One of the hardest working guys you’ll ever met. Probably the hardest working.” Finn’s smile was one Logan’s favorite one, made even more so by the fact that he got to see it directed at Leo. “Until I met you, that is, Nut.”

Leo let out a pleased laugh and let Logan brush a hand through his hair. “Well, they’re in our division now. I’ll get to meet them.”

“Oh, man, we’re in for a fucking treat when we play New York next,” Finn grinned. “Gonna hit the town hard.”

Leo snorted. “You guys might.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Finn pressed a kiss to Leo’s cheek. “I know everyone we need to know.”

“And I can finally tell you,” Logan began. “That the first time you dragged me around New York knowing ever person you saw, I loved you.”

Finn blushed a little and let Leo pull him to settle in the V of his legs from where he was leaning back against the counter. “Well, it’ll be nice to see them.”

Logan nodded, but part of his chest pulled. He cleared his throat. “Ouais. Also…”

When he paused, Leo tapped their socked toes together encouragingly.

Logan shrugged and looked down into his coffee. He thought of Finn’s quick breaths when they took the Cup back to Harvard. He thought of kissing him in their old room. He thought of everything before. Percy and Will were a part of all of that. Not directly, maybe, but Logan knew what seeing them again would do.

“Memories,” Finn said, and Leo nudged him.

“Don’t say it for him.”

“Oh, right, sorry.”

“Memories,” Logan agreed. “Good and bad.”

~

Remus missed the net three times in fifteen minutes, and only barely managed to keep himself from breaking his stick against the boards. He would be embarrassed afterwards if he had, but could it really be so much worse than the way that he felt now?

He accepted Thomas’ fist bump as he passed him going into the locker room and sat down heavily in his stall. The game had been close, but the Devils had won out in the end. He glanced at some of the assistant coaches, who were murmuring together. There was no guarantee it was about him, but it still felt as thought it was. Sirius was talking with Evgeni, Evgeni’s loud laugh warming up the room. Remus stripped out of his sweaty uniform quickly and was headed for the showers with a towel around his waist when someone slapped him on the back.

“It’s decided,” Logan’s accent came from beside him. He wasn’t bothering with his towel, which was slung over his bare shoulder. The fleur-de-lis tattoo on his hip—and everything else—was on full display. “Me and Talker are taking you out tonight.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean exactly?”

Logan just smiled. “No boyfriends. No hockey. We have a day off tomorrow, so no pressure. Just some drinks.”

“And some pool, maybe,” Thomas said, coming up to Remus’ other side. “What do you say, Loops? Fun, eh?”

“Okay, one of you is butt-naked right now and the other is in a three-piece suit. I’m going to say yes and shower, all right?”

Thomas gave a whoop, and Remus couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face as he dropped his towel in the change room and turned on the hot water. He felt like a sling-shot lately, being catapulted one way, and then in the opposite direction. He guessed he should feel thankful that his friends could pick him up like that, and he did, but another part of him caved in beneath the sheer affection.

I’m letting you down.

He scrubbed his hands through his hair, and looked over his shoulder when he felt a gentle, quick kiss against the back of his neck.

“Bonsoir,” Sirius said with a soft smile, and went to the shower head beside him.

“Hi,” Remus smiled back. “Beautiful goal tonight.”

He watched the water lace over Sirius’ tan skin, darkening his hair further as he pushed it back, away from his face. “You’re beautiful.”

“Hey, Olli,” Finn called across the showers, making Olli look over at him. “You’re fucking beautiful, man.”

Olli just squeezed shampoo into his palm. “I know that, Harzy.”

Sirius’ laugh echoed through the showers, joined by others, and Remus let it warm around him like the steam.

“Apparently Tremz and Talkie are taking me out tonight,” he said to Sirius as they walked back into the locker room.

“Tremz,” Sirius called over to him. “Ouch.”

“Pas de capitaines,” Logan waved him off and went back to looking at whatever Leo was showing him on his phone. Sirius laughed and looked back to Remus.

“Sounds perfect,” he said. “Wake me up when you come in if I’m asleep.”

“And go to bed without a kiss?” Remus glanced down at the towel slung low across Sirius’ hips, then back up to his bright silver eyes. “I’d never.”

Sirius smiled and kissed him, but Remus felt the unspoken settling between them. Sirius had stopped bringing up wanting to help with Remus’ shortcomings on the ice. Remus knew he had brought that upon himself with refusals after refusals to talk about it, but now it felt more like a thing. An object. An ugly vase in the corner of the room.

Maybe he really did need to go out tonight.

Thomas settled in his stall beside Remus. “We’re gonna go to Red’s, yeah?”

Remus nodded as he pulled his gray t-shirt over his head. He held up his dark jeans. “I can wear this, right?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m not wearing this thing,” Thomas picked at the lapel of his suit. “Noelle already screen shotted the snapchat I sent her. Why keep it on now?”

Remus just laughed. “All right, Talkie. Lead the way.”

Red’s bar was shoved up against the side of a larger block of buildings in Gryffindor. Remus glanced up, one or two stars were poking through the increasingly cooling loud cover. Inside it was warm, though. Foggy in the way some rooms get when there are lots of happy people in them. Logan had chosen a long-sleeved, dark gray cotton shirt, so thin that Remus could see each ridge of his defined muscles and his necklace, too.

“What the fuck happens when that thing gets wet?” Remus snorted, plucking at it as they waited for their drinks at the bar.

“I’ll pretend we had a fight,” Thomas said. “Throw a drink on you, find out.”

Logan just eyed them suspiciously as they leaned against the bar. “You guys are strange.”

Thomas just flagged the bartender, stretching the white material of his thin knit sweater. He ordered a whiskey, Logan a rum and coke, and Remus opted for a lighter gin and tonic. They still had a game on barely 72 hours. Not that anyone was that much of a light weight, but he didn’t want any assumptions being made, any photographs taken that could put him in a worse light than he already was.

“I know what this is, you know,” he said after Logan and Thomas’ intense COD debate had gone on too long. They both looked over at him, the picture of innocence. Remus rolled his eyes. “I’m fine.”

“Media’s a bitch,” Thomas said. “That’s all this is. Hockey’s hard. You can’t help that you live with Cap, who makes it all look like a piece of cake.”

Logan laughed. “I think Cap would disagree. He stinks after games, mon dieu.”

Remus and Thomas shared a look. “And you don’t?”

“Finn likes it,” Logan smirked. “Gets him going.”

“Are you sure its the stench and not the muscles?” Thomas raised an eyebrow.

Logan waved him off. “I’m not talking about this with you two. We’re here for Loops.”

Remus groaned. “Guys…it’s not…I mean every player goes through this, right?”

They both nodded.

“Sure,” Thomas said. “But it doesn’t help that some people—“

“Assholes,” Logan amended.

“Right. It doesn’t help that some assholes don’t think you deserve to be here.”

Remus tilted his glass towards him. “Yeah.”

“We just think…” Logan began uncertainly, tongue poking out to wet his full bottom lip. “Look, I love Cap. He’s like a brother. But he’s intense. For him…sometimes hockey solves hockey.”

Remus wavered. “Yes and no.”

“We just thought you might want some other ears,” Thomas offered a smile. “I mean we can’t offer a feel good night of lovin’ to make you feel better…”

Remus snorted. “Right. You know, Talkie, that’s exactly what Sirius calls it.”

Thomas cracked up, too. “But we can offer drinks. And, you know…”

Logan raised an eyebrow at him, amused. “Ears?”

“Right,” Thomas nodded. “Look at Tremzy over here, finishing my sentences.”

Remus let his smile die down a little. “I…thanks, guys. I mean, I love talking to Sirius, but I also…he is the Captain. He’s a representation of all of us. I feel a little…” Remus took a slow breath, not sure if he was even ready for the words to come out of his mouth. “I feel a little like I’m letting him, and you all, down sometimes.”

“Aw, Loops,” Thomas said, voice softened.

“I know,” Remus sighed. “It’s just…it creeps in sometimes.”

Remus watched Logan swallow. “I get it. If there’s anything I can understand it’s guilt.”

“Tremz,” Remus said comfortingly. “I guess I should listen to my own advice here, but it’s not your fault. I can be ears, too, you know.”

“Is this…” Thomas said quietly. “Carrot?”

They both stared at him. “Carrot?”

“Code names,” Thomas whispered, even though the tables were noisy and the bar was somewhat empty.

Logan laughed a little, and nodded.

Remus waited. Logan gathered thoughts slowly, carefully. Interrupting, he’d learned while talking with Leo, tended to scatter them. He was also happy that the spotlight wasn’t entirely on him anymore.

“I found him at Harvard,” Logan began, swallowing dryly despite the drink in his hand. “And I was a mess. And then we spent that year apart, and I was a mess. And then I found him again, in Gryffindor, and I was a mess. I fell in love with Leo and I was a mess.” He looked at them, eyes pleading, then back down at his drink. “I am so, so happy now. It worked out. I can’t believe my luck. I wake up so fucking happy every morning. Every little look at them, my life with them, is incredible.”

Remus and Thomas waited some more. Thomas sent Remus a half smile across him, then leaned his cheek on his fist.

Finally, Logan finished. “But I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t a mess without them.” He closed his eyes, exhaled a frustrated breath through his nose. “That doesn’t make sense.”

Thomas nodded. “Yeah, it really does. Tremz, I get it.” He tilted his glass, making his ice cubes stir the liquid inside. “You’re someone when you’re with who you love. But you gotta be your own someone, too.”

“Ouais,” Logan was already nodded. “Right, like…Re, you’re you, no matter what. Leo, he’s the same way. Finn, too.”

Remus sighed. “I’m not so sure right now. But I think what you’re saying makes sense. Tremz, you’re allowed to want that for yourself. It’s not a slight to the boys. At all.”

Logan laughed, still laced with frustration. He rubbed at his eyes. “But I don’t even know what I’m asking for.”

Remus smiled. “Hate to break it to you, but you’ve got a pretty level-headed duo in your corner. I mean, Finn’s Finn.”

Thomas snorted. “Might take him a second.”

Logan smiled and it was fond. “Yeah.”

“But Leo…” Remus snapped his fingers. “He’ll get it. They both will.”

Logan narrowed his eyes at the bar. “I’m not asking for space. I don’t want space. I don’t want anything to change I just want to stop feeling like I’ll crash and burn by myself.”

“Me too,” Remus admitted. “Maybe in a different way, but…me too.”

“I don’t know if I feel like I’m gonna crash,” Thomas said thoughtfully. “But hey, life’s tough sometimes.” He smiled and raised his glass. “Friends.”

They clinked their glasses together, laughing, the conversation turning to organizing a pick-up game in the park that weekend—if it didn’t snow. 

“Gotta use the big WC, gents,” Thomas said after a while, picking up his crutches. “Then pool?”

“Who the hell calls it that?” Remus snorted.

“Me,” Thomas called over his shoulder, politely excusing his way through the crowd with his charming smile and causing a few longing looks to follow him at his back.

Logan drained the last of his rum and coke. “You don’t feel like Cap’s putting pressure on you, do you?”

Remus looked at him, eyes widening for a moment. “God, no. No, he’s been nothing but supportive. It’s mostly me, I think. He even wants to talk about it. Sometimes I just…can’t.”

Logan nodded. “Good. No, good, I just thought I’d ask. When I first met him, he’d get like that with me sometimes. Wanting to run extra drills or talk through tape. I snapped at him for it a bit. This was before he was really who he is now.”

“Parents were lingering in him,” Remus nodded. “Yeah, I remember.”

A man came to lean against the bar beside Remus, then, and Remus shot him a smile that he hoped looked friendly rather than uneasy. The guy was really in his space. He shared a look with Logan, who’s shoulders were rounded a little in alert, green eyes narrowed in on the guy.

“You’re Lupin, eh?” the man said.

Remus sighed softly, looking down at his now watery drink. He should’ve known.

“Yep,” he replied, and looked at the man. He had two friends, hovering a little ways back.

“What’s going on this season, huh?”

The worst part was that the man was smiling, as if he thought this conversation was going to go well.

“I mean, I know you’re with the Captain and all,” the man said. “But, I mean…come on. Some of us care about how the team does.”

“Excuse me?” Remus replied.

The man tilted his head, looking mockingly regretful. “It’s not just about you.”

“Okay,” Remus said, keeping his voice flat.

“What he do to get you there?” the man asked, leaning in like they were friends. “I mean, like…some type of reward, or does he already give you those at home?”

Remus flushed. “I think we’re done talking.”

At least his friends had the decency to look a little nervous.

The man narrowed his eyes. “I’m just saying.”

“Fuck off, man,” Logan said in a low tone.

“What,” he sneered. “You got yourself a boyfriend, too, Tremblay?”

Logan was on his feet then, stools screeching back, taller than the man, stronger. Remus’ arm shot out against his chest, keeping him and his balled fists back. The man’s friend stepped forward, too.

“Whoa, Mike,” one of the friends said, hesitating. “That’s not why we…that’s not what this is.”

“Oh,” Thomas scoffed, announcing himself as he made his way back to them. He somehow made his crutches and boot look threatening. “Wrong type of harassment for you, my guy?”

The fans’ eyes went large. “Talker…”

Thomas just stared at them, and Remus watched him go from Thomas Walker with his friends to Thomas Walker on the ice, defensemen. Enforcer. “Only my friends call me that. Sit down at your own table or get out.”

Thomas shouldered through them, one crutch landing briefly on Mike’s shoe, who only just bit back a groan. Thomas was all bright, sharp grin as he sat down, leaning his crutches against the bar again. He waved the bartender over, then looked at Mike who was still standing there.

“Do I have say it again for you?” Logan snarled. “Trust me, you don’t want me to.”

Logan sat down slowly as the three men backed up and turned away. Remus pressed a thankful hand to his shoulder, also meant to calm him down a bit.

“Well, that was fun,” Thomas sighed. “Jesus. We take you out to forget about it and those three show up.”

“It’s fine,” Remus said, though his heart was pounding. “I’m surprised that was the first time it happened. Had a close call at the grocery store the other day.”

“Another round?” Logan asked. “Then pool?”

“Ouais,” Remus smiled, in his best impression of Sirius.

~

Most of November passed without change. Remus felt the stagnant ball of frustration in his stomach. He and Sirius cooked together, slowly mastering more and more recipes. Remus lived for the triumphant look on Sirius’ face when a dish came out just right. He went out with Logan and Thomas, with James and Sirius, Finn and Jackson and Kasey. He never felt more at home than when he was tucked against Sirius’ side at a team dinner, watching Logan toss food into Finn’s mouth from across the table, hollering when he caught it and then ruffling an embarrassed Leo’s hair, who was shushing them.

The weather had officially turned to Gryffindor winter, biting harsher and harsher with each night. It got to the point where Marlene started bugging them all about the Christmas video—for the fans, she kept insisting. Come on guys, it’ll be fun!

Evgeni seemed to be the only one who was truly game for it.

Remus wasn’t unhappy, but the media was growing more and more aggravated with him, the fans’ patience was running thin like ice, and now Arthur had started sending him glancing looks until, finally, he pulled Remus into his office as the boys were packing up.

The ball rolled around Remus’ ribs, fighting for space with his heart, and he sat in the leather chair across from Arthur’s desk.

Arthur took off his glasses, which was a bad sign. He didn’t say anything for a long time and Remus didn’t have the courage to make him.

“I know,” Remus finally said, and then his throat choked up. “I’m…”

“I don’t want any apologies,” Arthur said. “And, God, Lupin, I didn’t bring you in here to yell at your so get that look off your face.”

Remus blinked through the scarce relief and looked down at his hands.

“Media’s being real tough, I know,” Arthur sighed. “I know. I just want to make sure you’re all right.”

“I’m fine,” Remus said. “I’m just…it’s not connecting, I…I don’t know. Maybe I could put in more time one-on-one with one of the coaches. Or ground work with the trainers. I know we’re about to go on the road. Maybe tomorrow morning before practice.”

Arthur hesitated, then nodded. “If you’d like. But overworking yourself isn’t gonna help if that’s not the issue. Frankly, I don’t think skill is the issue. You’re a beautiful skater out there. You’re wicked fast and can misdirect hits like I’ve never seen. But…”

“No net,” Remus mumbled.

Arthur looked regretful. “No net.”

Remus nodded. “I’m working on it. I’m doing everything I can.”

“I don’t doubt that, Remus. Really. Don’t think I do. I’ll be seeing you at the Dumais Thanksgiving, yeah?” Arthur asked.

Remus nodded, spared a smile. “Of course.”

Arthur smiled back and rose. He clapped Remus on the back as he opened the door to his office again. “Good. Try and relax over the break, okay? I know it’s short, but sometimes its less work that pays off. It doesn’t always have to be more.” He looked up. “Ah, another young rascal I’ve had to say that to.”

Remus looked up to see Sirius’ smile, his dark hair curling against his neck, but otherwise tucked under a thick black winter hat. Every muscle in Remus’ body eased at the sight of him. He wanted to wrap himself up in Sirius, tuck himself inside of his winter coat and never leave.

“Cap,” Arthur gave him a nod. “See you for Turkey. Who you’ve got for the big game?”

Sirius just shrugged. “American football. Who cares?”

Arthur made a wounded noise—and another one came from Leo and Thomas down the hall as they were bundling up for the cold. Evgeni was holding Thomas’ crutches for him as Jackson helped him into his coat. Remus cracked up and took the warm palm Sirius held out. They walked down the hallway that smelled familiar and warm, under toned by the scent of carpet and cleaner that, had it been any stronger, would have been unpleasant, but it just added to the familiarity.

The garage door rattled shut behind them as Sirius unlocked their back door, letting them into their warm kitchen. Remus shook out of his coat, hanging it in the closet and rubbing his hands together. With his coat and bag, he tried to drop everything else at the door. This was his and Sirius’ space. This wasn’t a rink, or a locker room, or the press room. Theirs. The word was warmer than the heat Sirius had set to come on a half hour before they got home.

“I’m starving,” he said. “What do you feel like? I maybe want pasta.”

“I feel like you,” came the reply from behind him.

Remus’ smile was slow and he turned to see a glint in Sirius’ eye. “What is it, the cold weather? You’ve been all riled up after games lately.”

Sirius just grinned, hands squeezing Remus’ hips. “I love watching you out there.” He pressed a kiss to Remus’ cheek, his neck and his nose, between each phrase. “I love your face, I love your feet, I love your shoulders, and the way you bite the finger of your glove while you watch the game between shifts.” The kisses got considerably more heavy, lingering and accompanied by the the brush of a tongue and teeth. “I love the way you cradle a puck and the way you tape your stick. The way your hair sticks to your neck.”

Remus just smiled, eyes closed. “I’ve been playing like shit.”

“Nu-uh,” Sirius said, and Remus whined a little at the next nip, letting Sirius rock him back against the kitchen counter. “Slumps are normal. You play amazing. Just no points. Shit and slumps,” Sirius said, and Remus’ mouth went dry as he was lowering himself to his knees. “Shit and slumps are different.”

Remus let out a laugh. “Aren’t those the words to turn a guy on.”

Sirius just grinned and bit at his pants zipper. “I love you.”

“Better choice.”

Sirius carefully pulled Remus’ zipper down. “Can I? Here?”

Remus only reply was tugging Sirius’ hat free to get at his hair, the thick strands weaving between his fingers. He could already feel himself getting interested, pressing against the slip of his boxers by Sirius’ proximity alone.

“Sirius Black,” Remus sighed as Sirius nuzzled against him.  He stroked over his hair, overwhelmed with how much every part of Sirius meant to him. “I love you.”

Sirius took one of the hands Remus had in his hair by and kissed the inside of his wrist.

Remus let Sirius’ mouth fuzz his mind out, moaning softly at his hollowed out cheeks, laughing at the gentle nips to his hips and thighs. After, Sirius kissed him against the counter until both of their stomachs growled. Remus pressed his mouth against Sirius’ flushed hot cheek.

“I feel like a million bucks, thanks, baby.”

Sirius just smiled, tucking himself away.

It was true. Remus felt home. Settled. Almost as if he could forget the conversation today. Maybe even like he wanted to go down the the basement rink, just for fun, which he hadn’t felt like in a while.

“D’accord,” Remus sing-songed. “We have pasta or chicken or both.”

Sirius grinned. “Both.”

They were mostly quiet as they cooked, bumping hips, iPhone playing softly through their speakers. Remus watched the way Sirius kept his fingers carefully curled away from the knife, like Remus’ mom had taught him that summer. His tongue peaked out of the corner of his mouth, the same way it did when he was carrying a puck up the ice.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sirius asked softly as Remus minced garlic.

Remus glanced over at him, then kept his eyes on his fingers, so close to the sharp blade. “Um. Coach says it’s not my fault. He says I’m playing well. It’s just…pointless.”

“C’est pas—”

“No, not like pointless, like, pointless. Like I’m not getting net.”

“Ah.”

They smiled at each other, Remus’ a little shakier.

“Yeah.”

I feel like I’m letting you down.

“I feel…” Remus began, and the words caught. “Um. I mean, it’ll get better. It has to.”

Sirius’ expression flickered, but he nodded. “Mhm.”

“Do you feel like a white sauce?” Remus asked, turning to the refrigerator. “Go well with the chicken.”

“Sure,” Sirius nodded. “Sounds perfect, mon loup.”

Remus took a long breath as he opened the refrigerator doors, maybe taking longer than necessary to find the half & half. He was angry at himself. He didn’t know why the words were sticking to the back of his throat. He didn’t want pity, he supposed. He didn’t want Sirius to feel like he had to comfort him. Remus closed his eyes.

He’d do better.

~

Leo and Finn had their shoulders pressed together, each with their own book in their hands, when Logan opened the apartment door.

“Got the cream,” Logan raised the shopping back, and Leo all but leapt from the cushions.

“Yeah you do,” Finn said without looking up.

“Thank you,” Leo slid on his socks in his rush to get to Logan. He pressed his palms to Logan’s cold cheeks, kissing him in a quick burst. “Thank you, thank you, I love you.”

Logan smiled as Leo scurried back into the kitchen to finish making his part of the the American Thanksgiving dinner Pascal was hosting.

“I can’t believe I ran out,” Leo said, stirring something on the stove.

“It’s fine, Le,” Logan said, shrugging out of his jacket and following him in. “Happy to get you whatever you need.”

Leo turned, a touched pout on his face, and Logan beat him to it this time with a slower kiss of his own. Leo tasted like the caramel he had had them all taste test earlier and Logan licked into his mouth eagerly.

“I love you, too,” Logan mumbled.

Leo’s expression softened in the way it always did when one of them said that. Maybe Logan wasn’t the only one who couldn’t believe his luck.

“Want to peel sweet potatoes?” Leo asked with a hopeful grin, and Logan laughed.

“Sure, soleil.”

Finn gasped from the couch, eyes on his book, glasses on his nose. “They kissed. I fucking knew they would.”

Leo gasped, too. “No. Harzy, spoilers, you’re faster than me.”

Logan looked between them. “Are you guys reading the same book again, like, next to each other?”

“Sorry,” Finn said, but he was gripping the book like another secret might spill out. “And yes.”

Leo pressed a peeler into his hands with another kiss, this one fast and skittering across his cheekbone.

“I love both of you,” Logan sighed as he picked up the first potato. “You’re weird.”

Finn closed his book without marking his place and heaved himself up with a groan, cracking his back. He came to sit at the bar counter across from where Logan was peeling.

“Thanks for the help, Harz,” Logan said.

“I don’t like it when my hands smell like potato.”

Leo laughed. “Sweetheart, how’d you ever survive on your own?”

“Take out,” Finn and Logan answered at the same time.

“And catering,” Finn added. “I think the NHL is used to boys who can’t cook. Marlene just slid the caterer’s card into my hand without a word.”

Leo just shook his head. “She tried the same thing on me. Honey, please.”

Logan and Finn shared a smile, both turning to gaze at Leo’s back.

“How much time do we have?” Leo asked.

“Like, two hours, babe, you’re good,” Finn said.

“Do I have time to ravish you in your glasses?” Logan asked.

Finn raised a teasing eyebrow. “Oh, these old things? You want to wear them?”

Logan dropped his peeler and walked around the counter. He spun Finn to face him on the stool and Finn’s feet hooked around his calves, holding him there. “Non.”

Finn smiled, leaning forward to nip at Logan’s bottom lip and pull.

“Tremblay, potatoes.”

Logan groaned and Finn gave his butt a firm slap as he pulled away. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

~

“Uh, hey dad,” Cole cleared his throat. “It’s me. I just um. I’m in Pascal Dumais’ house. Can you believe that? Uh, I just wanted to say…you know, happy Thanksgiving, and all that. Maybe you can come out to a game soon? Yeah…let me know, I can get you tickets. Okay. Okay, see you. Merry—or happy Thanksgiving. Yeah, okay. Bye.”

Cole sighed as he put his phone down and looked around the Dumais’ sitting room. It was tidy, with food laid out every table, ready for guests. Cole, after that phone call, already felt tired.

There was a knock on the doorframe and he turned to see Layla, smiling at him hesitantly. She held out a glass of a deep colored wine. “I thought maybe you’d want some.”

“Oh, I can’t, uh…” Cole began.

Layla snorted. “Me neither, but…” she glanced around the tall-ceilinged living room. “Who’s gonna tell? Dumo? Please.”

Cole laughed a little and took the thin stem from her fingers. “Thank you.”

Layla nodded, bending for a cheese and cracker. “That sounded a little tough. If you don’t mind me saying.”

Cole pocketed his phone. “It’s not really. Well…maybe now it is. But I don’t think of him that way, of this that way. He’s a good father.”

He sounded defensive even to himself and sighed. “When he decides to be.”

“He hard on you?” Layla asked. She took a seat on the couch and Cole glanced around before settling on the ottoman of one of the fat leather chairs. “About all this?”

“Hockey?” Cole said, then laughed. “No. No way, he doesn’t give a shit about ice hockey. My mom got me into hockey. My dad still hopes I’ll be, like, I don’t know…I don’t know what.”

Layla frowned. “It’s not like you could’ve been a money-bags doctor and chose to paint watercolors instead?”

Cole cracked a smile. “Yeah…Yeah, he sort of skipped around a lot before I actually started getting good.”

“Oh,” Layla said softly.

The doorbell rang. And then rang again and again, like someone was jamming their finger into it repeatedly.

“Tremzy!” he heard Katie shriek a moment later.

Warm voices filled the hall.

Cole rose and, after a moment, offered Layla a hand. She smiled, letting him pull her up. “It’s not as sob-story as it sounds.”

“I get it,” Layla nodded. “My older sister skipped altogether when I was little. Still don’t know why. I know it’s not the same but…”

“I’m sorry,” Cole said.

Layla just smiled, one of her bright ones, and wrapped her hand—gold rings and all—around his arm. “Come on. Shit’s about to get wild.”

“And delicious,” Cole said, turning towards the smells coming from the kitchen.

Layla laughed, and Cole wanted to hear that sound twenty more times.

[swfteverlqrk]

He looks good with kids.

Bucky x female!reader

Warnings: Kids. Jk, none, pure fluff.

Summary: Yn heart can't love more Bucky, but it can when she sees him with kids.

A/N: I gave a warning that i wanted to just write about domestic/Dad bucky. Is just the first of a thousand of bucky's fic's :)

You arrived with your hand holding Bucky's.

"Aunt yn!" a little girl ran to you. 

“Hey mor!” you let go of Bucky´s hand and hold the little girl. “how is my princess doing?” 

“I dont want to be a princess anymore!” she said with a frown, you put her down. 

“Why?” you tried to not laugh. 

“Because if i want to be a queen, im gonna have to get married... with a...” she made a long pause, trying to say the next words. “boy! ew!” she said with a repulsive expression. 

that was something you loved about the kids, their honesty, saying everything uncensored, you saw Bucky trying not to laugh next to you. “Morgan, say hi to Bucky, dont be rude.”

“Hi, Mr Barnes.” she was shy, and added a little wave, without leaving your side. 

“Call me Bucky.” he winked at her, which made the girl blush, who could blame her?. 

she nodded and then her mother appeared “Morg, go play.” the little girl obey and got inside the house. “Im so glad you could make it” she greeted huging you and gave your boyfriend a warm and friendly handshake. “But please come in”.

you took Bucky´s hand again, and got inside the house, it was such a warm and really normal and familiar house, you wouldnt guess it was Tony Stark place, it wasnt a big mansion as he used to, it didnt have any  technology gadget, and they had a yard, more like a yard it was a private forest, where all the avengers were. 

“Im going to say hi to Natasha” you said, seeing her in the distance. 

“Ok, i´ll go with Steve and Sam.” you nodded, Bucky kissed your cheek and headed to Natasha. 

“Hey you!” your friend hugged you with one arm, cause she was holding a two month baby on her free arm, her daughter “Hey Thea, im your aunt, yn.” 

the baby girl smiled at hearing your voice. “Can i hold her?” 

“Of course!” she handed you the baby, when you took her in your arms, Nat sat down, glad that her arms could rest for a while. “Where´s Bucky?” 

“Over there with your husband and Sam” 

“It´s dangerous when they get together” you chuckled, giving her the reason, the baby start to cry. “Oh, let me” 

“No,Nat, i can, dont cry Thea.” you rocked her and started singing to her. “ Hey Dorothea

Do you ever stop and think about me?

When we were younger

Down in the park”

“Doesnt she looks gorgeous with kids?” Bucky asked his two friends, they rolled their eyes. 

“Uncle Bucky!” a boy approached. 

“Hey kids!” they high five, smiling, it were AJ and Cass wilson, Sam nephews. 

“Did you brought us what we asked for?” the soldier nodded, they went to his car, where he let out some water guns. 

“Cool, thank you!” the younger one hugged his uncle and ran after his brother. 

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!” Sarah shouted at him, oops. “WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?, YOU GAVE MY BOYS WATER GUNS!" 

Nat noticed bucky´s scared face while Sarah continued shouting at him. “Yn, your boyfriend is in trouble.”

“What?” you turned to see Bucky in the entrance. “I´ll be back.” you gave her Thea, and walked. “What´s going on?” 

“James gave my kids water guns!” 

your eyes opened surprised. “Why?, Bucky what...?”

“They asked me to, they texted me!” he said innocent. 

“If something happens, they are your kids” Sarah said at Bucky and left, she was a good mom, she wanted what was best for her kids. 

you went to sit with Bucky, saying hi to Thor and Jane, until three little girls, Morgan Stark, Cassie Lang and the younger who was Alice Quill walked there. “Auntie yn, can you come play with us?” Morgan said with a small pout. 

“I´ll love it, but im going to help Sam, Sarah and Vision, to get the food ready. 

“I can play with you.” Bucky said letting go of your hand. “If you want to.”

the three girls looked at you, where you just nodded. “Go, he is funny!” your boyfriend got up and walked. Morgan took the initiative and took Bucky´s hand. 

“So, prince, which is your first decrete?” Cassie Lang said laughing, it been thirty minutes and the girls were comfortable now with the ex soldier, hugging him, holding his hands. 

“That i get a bigger crown.” he took his princess crown off, which was hurting him, making the three girls laugh. 

“Hands up! We are taking him”  The older Wilson said, pointing with his water gun.

“He is our prince, you cant take him.” The little Quill said, trying hard to hold to Bucky. 

“We can!” Billy Maximoff said, he took A.J gun and got Bucky back wet. 

‘i see why Sarah hated me for the water guns’ bucky thought to himself. 

The boys were shooting water to the girls, and them throwing grass and toys, your boyfriend got up and tried to run. 

“He is leaving!” Billy said, and all ran after him, you wouldnt guess that the weight of 7 kids could make a super soldier fall to the ground. 

“Is little yn in love?” a girl voice said, Carol Danvers. 

“Hey, Danvers” you turned and hugged her. “How are you?” 

you started catching up, she telling you stories about the space, once in a while you turned to see Bucky in the ‘jail’, that was a playpen, where all the kids put him.

“You know his wife, will come to rescue him, right?” Morgan said to A.J while having a tea party.

“What wife?” 

“Yn, duh.” she said as it was the only option. 

“They arent married” the boy said. 

“yes they are.” A.J just shooked his head. 

“Kids, the food is ready!” Sam shouted and the kids ran, Bucky got up from the playpen  that they took from Thea, he approached you. 

“I was expecting you to come to my rescue"he said resting his chin on your neck.

"Oh no, did you saw them? They had guns" you teased him, turning around to see him.

"Yn! You can stop time!" He said like a little kid, maybe an hour with 7 seven kids was more than enough.

"Here, you hamburger" You just said handing him the plate, with the bun and meat.

"Thank you, where we'll sit?"

You looked around searching for an empty table. "There" you pointed. "I was thinking of telling Sarah and Sam to sit with us".

Your boyfriend nodded, and taking your hand, you walked to the table, you were going to start eating when three girls approached the table.

"Aunt...yn... Can we, sit here?" Morgan Stark said shy, with Cassie and Alice by her side.

"Uh..." You looked at your boyfriend who with his look, he told you it was fine. "Sure, come."

"Guys, they said yes!" Morgan shouted and four more kids appeared.

"i thought it was only you three" Bucky said, trying not to laugh.

They sat, Morgan between you and Bucky, the food was delicious, and the kids were a good company. Bucky went for Soda, and coming back to his place he kissed your cheek, making you blush.

"I told you they are married!" Morgan said to A.J, biting her food.

"W-what?" You almost choke with the soda.

"Morgan thinks you two are married, but I've been telling her, you are just boyfriend and girlfriend" A.J said tired of the same argument.

"We are not married, sweetie" you cleared to the little Stark, who frown her eyebrows, confused.

"Then, why you kiss?, My mom and dad told me only married people do that." She looked at you, waiting for an answer, she was really confused, Bucky just smiled a bit.

"Because...umm..." You made a pause thinking what to answer, all the kids look where on you in that moment.

"We are going to get married, we're engaged." Bucky finally said, the most serious he could, not making notice it was a lie.

"When?" Cassie asked excited.

"Soon, in a few years, right yn?" You nodded, you let out a relief sigh, until two boys voices started arguing.

"Hey, Billy, Tommy, what is going on?"

"He took my chips without asking!" Tommy answered, looking at his brother wanting to kill him.

"But Tommy doesn't wants to share!" They started arguing again.

"Don't fight. Billy, we asked for things, and Tommy we have to share" they rolled their eyes, knowing their were being scolded. "Now Tommy, apologize"

"B-but."

"Tommy!" You looked at him, really serious. He took air and apologize, same with Billy. "Now both of you, go for more chips." They got up and murmuring they said something like 'she acted just like mom'

The food time was over, you and Bucky played hide and seek with the kids, when it was the soldiers turn to found you, Alice was the only one who hided with you, but when you had to find them, you knew wherever was Bucky you'll find at least a fifty percent of the kids. The time passed quickly hiding, and laughing.

"Who wants dessert?" Pepper said to the kids, whose eyes opened wide.

"Come on, Uncle Bucky!" Morgan took one hand of his and Cassie another, and walked together, but Alice started to cry.

"Um, Buck, you left something here." You said while Alice was on your arms.

"Sorry, baby, come on" he pointed his back with his head, and you put the little girl there. "Hold on tight" She did, putting her little arms around Bucky neck, while walking to the food area.

Once they got their dessert, including Bucky, all went to sit and start playing charades, you only heard kids real laughs, making you smile.

"Kids, why don't you go for yn?, she loves to play this, but it's to shy" Billy and Cassie nodded and went to grab you while you were with Tony and Steve.

"Come play with us, aunt yn!" Both making a pout. "Uncle Bucky said you like to play!"

"He did?" You gave a killing look to the blue eyed man, who just lift his shoulders innocent. "Fine, let's go"

You left Tony and Steve, and went play, you sat next to Bucky, his arm around your shoulders, that pose didn't last, because when you got up to play, Morgan took your place next to Bucky. 'Oh, so Bucky is the new favorite' you thought seeing him surrounded by all of them.

The day was over, after saying bye to Gamora, Quill and Alice, you helped Pepper to clean a bit.

"You know something, yn?" She said serious.

"Mhm?" You were picking up the plates and cups.

"All this afternoon, i saw a girl with Bucky, you should be more careful."

A girl? Which girl? All of the avengers girls were taken, you thought for a few seconds, but no one came to your mind, until Pepper told you to turn, where it was your boyfriend and the girl who wanted to steal him, Morgan, watching the Sunset, she was in his arms, one arm on his neck, while he was talking to her, not being to able hear, but seeing him with kids, to see his sweet and soft side made your heart melt.

"So, you see, the sun loves the moon so much, he goes to let her shine for hours." The girl's eye opened wide at the story.

"Morgan, they have to go." Her mother said walking to her.

"Stay to sleep, please?" Morgan said with a pout, without letting go of Bucky.

"We are going to stay at the Roger's, baby girl." You told her, which made her sad. "But, if you behave, we can make a sleepover next week at my place!"

Her eyes shined, and a smile appeared. "Really?"

"Of course, beautiful, but you have to be nice, ok?" Your boyfriend told the little girl putting her down.

"Mom, he calls me beautiful! He doesn't calls yn that" she tried to whisper but failed, Pepper just nodded, taking her hand, getting inside of the house"Bye guys." Morgan shouted before entering the house.

"what?" Your boyfriend noticed you looking at him.

"nothing..." You chuckled softly, and got into the Rogers car.

A few days later.

You were making breakfast, when your phone rang, the contact name was Tony Stark, it was a FaceTime. What if something had happened to him? Was he okay? You answered nervous, but when the camera opened, you saw Morgan, making you feel relieved.

"Hey Morgan!" You greeted her.

"Hi, aunt yn!" You could tell her she was trying to see the house, looking for something. "Are you alone?"

"Yes?"you said confused" But one friend is coming over."

"Oh, is not uncle Bucky there?" You chuckled, of course she wanted to see her 'uncle'.

"No sweetie" you shook your head, making Morgan eyes sad. "He went to help uncle Sam with something, he'll be back at night."

"Oh okay, I'll call him then! Bye." You were going to talk but she hang up.

The night came and your boyfriend went to your place to say hi and having dinner.

While eating dinner, you said to him about the morning call.

"I received a weird call today"

"What?, From who?" He asked looking up from his dumplings.

"A girl you know." You said serious, like you were mad.

"come on yn, it was Wanda? Or Carol, or Natasha?" You shook your head.

"Morgan Stark" He laughed.

"Wait, why?"

"She wanted to talk to you, you should call her" your look went back to your noodles.

"Are you jealous that she prefers me?" He teased you, making you laugh.

"No..."

"Yes, you are." He pointed his fork at you, making you let out a good laugh.

"Just call Morgan!" You said playing you were angry, after dinner he did, you heard how Morgan told him all about school, and her toys, and dolls, all that she could ever think about, and he was paying attention, gasping every minute about something she said or showed.

Your heart melted again. 'He looks so good with kids'.

[princessphilly]

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CW: soft smut, mentions of miscarriage, fucked up doctors. 

This is definitely it. Sid and Nina’s story is over but you will see them in the other fics of this universe, including a huge part of Plain Jane

Nina stared at the boxes. It was time to pack but at the same time, she couldn’t do it. 

They were so excited. A baby so early in their marriage had seemed scary but Sid and Nina were ready. They had picked out colors, a room for a nursery, and had begun to discreetly pick up supplies. 

It was nineteen weeks; still early but they were getting ready to announce. Then there was the blood in the toilet three days ago when Nina woke up and went to the bathroom. And now, their first, a girl, was gone. 

The doctor was sympathetic, and said it happens a lot. Most pregnancies never make it to birth, she said. But it hurt that their girl was now an angel. Nina sniffled as she packed the pack-and-play back into the box. 

“Hey, why are you doing that? You’re supposed to rest!”

Nina looked up, tears in her eyes. Sidney rushed to her, lowering himself to the floor. Gathering his wife in his arms, he soothed, “Pretty girl, we’ll have more.”

“But-but-“

Nina’s tears turned into sobs as she relaxed in her husband’s arms. Her momma had a history of miscarriages: what if that meant that there would never be a child?

As if he could read her mind, Sidney replied, “it doesn’t matter, I love you no matter what.”

**

Nina was sleeping, finally getting some rest. Matthew was napping on Sidney’s chest, his little boy still red but much calmer. 

It hadn’t been an easy birth for Nina. This was their third pregnancy but first child to make it past the 2nd trimester. And Matthew decided to come out three weeks early, November 26 instead of his due date of December 17. 

The door opened and Matthew stirred a bit before settling back down. Sidney looked around: his mother was curled into a chair, reading a book while Tracy was scrolling her phone on the couch. The proud grandfathers had gone out to get lunch for everyone. 

Walking in, the doctor said, “The nurse said Nina is healing nicely but we will have to do some stitches. Your son is a big boy.”

Sidney gave him a tentative grin. Matthew was 9lbs, 4 oz and 22 inches long. He was on the bigger side. The doctor continued, “When I stitch her, I can give her a husband stitch, if you like.”

“What is that,” Sidney asked, wrinkling his nose. 

Trina interjected, “Don’t you dare, Sidney.”

In a soothing voice, the doctor said, “it’s an extra stitch to make your wife as tight as she was before she gave birth.” He winked at Sidney. 

Sidney looked at his mother before responding, “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“No,” Nina managed to say, opening her eyes. “I heard about that stitch and I will sue if you do that to me.”

“You heard her.”

Sidney gave the doctor a hard look as he shrugged, preparing to give Nina only the necessary stitches. Passing his boy to his mother, Sidney said, “I’d like a different doctor.”

“What, I’ve been-”

Sidney took out his phone, ready to start making some calls. The doctor left, grumbling under his throat. Nina gave Sidney a grateful smile before dozing off again. 

**

One of the hardest things for Sidney was the fact that it was best for his boy not to grow up in Canada. As a proud Canadian, that rankled him. He wanted Matt to be more Canadian than American. But when a video of 2 year old Matt skating and hitting a puck dead center into the net made major news, Sidney knew he had no choice. He wanted Matt to have more of a childhood than him, to not feel like he had to be the next one. 

So, his family spent most of the year in Pittsburgh and summers in Cole Harbour or on different vacations. Sidney knew that his son was still “famous” but Matt was still treated as a kid. With Nina’s extended family, there wasn’t any preferential treatment. His kids were the same as their cousins in Nina’s family, giving his children normalcy Sidney never had as a child. 

Sidney raked a hand through his silver hair. As much as he wanted Matt to go his own way, it still freaked him out that his son chose to be a *goalie* out of all positions. He winced as he heard a shot hit the post. Then Matt made a glove save and Sid clapped.

“That’s not the talent I expected but he’s already showing signs of being a better goalie than center, Sid.”

Sidney turned to his longtime mentor and now close friend, Mario. Shrugging, he replied, “I just want him to be happy. He’s happy, I’m happy.” 

Sidney smirked. “Plus, Chloe is going to be the best woman’s hockey player ever. She’s 8 and she’s already playing with 10 to 12 year old girls.”

“True,” Mario conceded. “You’ve transitioned from pro to hockey dad.”

“Eh, can’t forget Aja and Morgan. I’m a hockey, figure skating, soccer, and dance dad. Not bad for a fifty year old washed up player.”

“Who’s washed up?”

Sidney grinned as his wife bumped him with her hip. His baby girl was holding Nina’s hand, her hair pulled up into a dancer’s bun. Chloe was right behind her, still clad in her hockey gear, Aja trailing behind with a book in her hands. 

“I am,” Sidney drawled. 

Chloe piped up, “No you’re not, Daddy! You’re still the best hockey player ever!”

“Yup,” Morgan added while Aja nodded, absorbed in her book. 

“No, you’ll be the best hockey player ever, Chlo’,” Aja stated, closing her book. “Daddy will be the best men’s hockey player.”

As Aja firmly nodded, Sidney and Mario laughed. 

**

Nina let out a breath. It was crazy how just one touch from Sidney made her hot, even seventeen years later. His lips were trailing down her neck, one hand cupping her breasts. “Can you be quiet for me, pretty girl?”

“Uh huh,” Nina breathed out. Sidney’s other hand was exploring her folds. She was getting wet but menopause was finally calling so Nina knew they would need some help. Leaning away from Sidney, she pulled out the lube from the drawer. 

“Thanks, pretty girl, but I’m more interested in burying my face in your pussy,” Sidney laughed. 

Nina replied softly, “No problem. You know my mom just came back from her cruise so the girls will go find her first this morning.”

“Even better. Spread your legs for me, pretty girl. You know what daddy wants.”

Nina let out a giggle that quickly turned into a muffled moan as she felt Sidney’s tongue gently lick through her pussy, his nose nudging her clit the way she liked it. He ate her slowly, bringing Nina close to the edge but never letting her go. Then Sidney stopped, kissing his way up Nina’s body before kissing her, letting Nina taste herself. 

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Nina urged, “Please, Sidney,” managing to keep her voice at a whisper. Before he could answer, they heard some girlish giggles and they both paused. 

“I locked the door last night,” Sidney whispered into Nina’s ear. Nina giggled then moaned as she felt Sidney’s fingers spread the cool lube over her pussy. Then he entered her, nice and slow.

“Love you, pretty girl,” Sidney whispered as Nina arched against him. She was clenching around his cock; he wanted to go slow and savor it this morning but Nina had different ideas. 

Nina whispered, “Love you, too,” her fingernails digging into his back. Then she squeaked as Sidney withdrew, turning her onto her hands and knees.  

**

“Momma, you promised to make breakfast today.”

Nina straggled into the kitchen, her robe wrapped tightly around her body. “Morg, it’s 9:30 in the morning on a Saturday, it’s still morning.”

Chloe piped up, “You’re usually up before us everyday, Momma.”

Nina shared a look with Sidney who squelched a laugh. He had planned to just go one round with his wife but it turned into three to start off the day right. 

Sighing, Nina grabbed bowls to prepare waffles. Morgan added, “Mimi made waffle batter already, Momma.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Nina sincerely stated. 

Tracey shrugged. “I figured I’d give you a break since I’ve been gone. You know I love my grand girls.”

Matthew yawned as he walked into the kitchen, his hair sticking up all over his head. “Hi,” he sleepily said before going to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of Gatorade. 

“It’s too early for energy drinks, Matt,” Sidney chided. 

“Sorry, Dad.”

Matthew was about three weeks from turning twelve and the whole teenage era was coming fast. Now, he was sleeping in and staying up late. Nina sighed, it was too early for one of her babies to grow up. 

“I would have woken up earlier but these girls had to jump on my bed at 7am, Dad,” Matthew complained. “They said your door was locked. Why do they always have to bother me?”

“Because we love you, Matty,” Aja said with a mischievous smile. “And some girl sent you messages while you were asleep.”

Matthew glared at his little sister. “Girls are ugly. Especially girls like you.”

Sid and Nina shared a look. Sid just had “the talk” with Matthew and they were both happy he still saw girls as ugly, at least for now. Tracey said, “Oh baby, that’s no way to talk to your little sister.”

“I’m sorry, Mimi,” Matthew said, giving his grandmother a kiss. “Momma, can we have blueberry waffles today?”

“Plain waffles,” Nina said firmly. “You can add blueberries, strawberries, or peaches as a fruit topping.”

“No chocolate chips?”

Chloe and Morgan gave their mother their biggest puppy-dog eyes. Nina shook her head. They then give Sidney the same look, saying together, “Daddy, can we have chocolate chips with our waffles?”

Sidney laughed as he picked up two of his girls. “You two already know the answer to that!”

Chloe pouted as Morgan laughed at the silly faces Sidney was making. Sidney added, “It’s Saturday so you know today is ice cream day after dinner. Did anyone feed Maddie?”

Nina giggled as she turned on the grill. At the mention of her name, Maddie, their dog, ran into the kitchen. Pharaoh, their cat, followed Maddie in, stretching before walking around her legs. As her family noisily talked, Nina sighed in happiness. She loved her family, life was perfect.

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If your requests are still open, I would like to request more Micah please? I LOVE ALL YOUR STUFF, BUT RAT MAN IS JUST TOO MUCH FOR MY HEART AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT ❤️❤️❤️

Maybe...... Maybe the girl he is sweet on gets shot and is brought back to camp by her horse (like Arthur after being kidnapped by the O'Driscolls).

He finds her at the camp entrance and catches her before she falls, taking her to her tent and barking at Grimshaw and Hosea to get over and help. He's never told anyone how he feels, but this is it.

'If anything happens to her, I will burn the world to the ground. Just fix her, Hosea. Please.'

Naturally he stays with her until she regains consciousness, and he then tells her everything about his feelings and how much she means to him.

Thank you please?

OMG I LOVE THIS REQUEST AND I WENT WAYY OVERBOARD!! ITS SUPER LONG BUT I REGRET NOTHING.

thank u for asking this off me, i'm in a micah kind of mood and throw some angst in there for a perfect mix of softness. I really hope u enjoy this ilysm <3333

(yes i use this gif for almost all my micah fics i do not care lmao)

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It’s just another normal night for Micah, sharpening his knife on the edge of camp like any other day. And no, it’s not guard duty that would mean he’d admit to doing work other than just recklessly robbing stagecoaches at the first chance he can get his hands on one. No of course its not, Micah is simply looking for a way to keep busy while his only friend in camp is gone for a job.

Gosh, he hates how much of a sap he’s become because of you but even more, he hates how lonely he feels when you’re not around. He loves the way you smile at him in the mornings, offering him a coffee after a rough night, he loves the way you come to him first if you need a partner on a job and he loves the way your head rests on his shoulder after a long day.

Micah loves everything about you and yet he’s terrified of the way you make his heart skip a beat every time you’re near. He used to take such pride in being the biggest jerk around camp and now the thought of disappointing you seems unimaginable. Of course he still generally avoids the rest of the camp but when he sees how upset you look after another punch up with Bill, something inside of him breaks. You’ve stolen his heart already…

A chuckle leaves him, amused at how soft he’s gotten because of you but he couldn’t really hate it. Just the thought of you makes him smile down at his knife gliding over the whetstone, equal amounts anxious and excited to see you return to camp. It only gets bigger when he sees your horse riding into camp.

That smile doesn’t last however when he sees you clutching at your horses mane. The closer you get, the more he realises you’re covered in blood and bruises, barely clinging on and a wave of panic washes over him.

Frantically, the knife is dropped to the ground below him as he rushes forward to get you. Your last bit of energy is used to hoist yourself into a sitting position.

“Micah…”

Your words are so fragile and weak, barely above a whisper before your eyes are closing and you’re falling from your horse.

The part of Micah’s brain that isn’t worried sick about the sight in front of him is able to act fast enough to catch your fall. His arms come to hook under your knee and carry you bridal style with your head tucked under his chin. He’s holding you tightly against him, probably too tight for someone with that many injuries but he’s afraid that if he lets go he might just lose you.

“Just hold on darlin’ gonna get you all fixed up— just hold on for me.”

Micah knows you can’t hear him but the silence is killing him as he carries you into the centre of the camp. When he yells at the top of his lungs for Grimshaw to wake up he can’t help but wince at yelling too close to you. However, the colour only drains from his face when he sees you haven’t moved an inch in his arms.

“Give her to me Mr. Bell, she needs urgent medical attention. Mr. Morgan will you help me carry her.”

Micah literally growls at Arthur who tries to approach you, there’s no way in hell is he letting you out of his arms— especially not to someone like Arthur who he despises so deeply.

“Piss off Morgan, you ain’t gonna lay a hand on her.”

Arthur goes to protest, opening his mouth to argue his case that he was not only your close friend but he could help save your life. He’s only stopped when Hosea comes to place a hand on his shoulder and signals with a small head nod that Arthur should indeed let Micah be the one to carry you.

It seems Hosea, as wise as ever knew that the bickering and arguing could wait.

“Common now, let’s get her to her tent.”

Micah reluctantly places you down onto the cot of your bed, taking a knee beside you to brush some of the hair from your face which has been stuck down to the side of your head by dried blood.

“Mr. Bell I know you’re very worried about her but I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait outside of the tent.”

Ms Grimshaw does her best to usher Micah out of the room but of course in his panicked state he wouldn’t give up so easily.

“Mr. Bell if you don’t get out of the way I may not be able to save her…”

With a defeated sigh and a heavy heart Micah finally leaves your side, knowing deep down that he needed to just let the others take care of you. He leans down and places a kiss to your forehead, narrowly missing the gash you have there before making his way out of the tent. Just before he goes however, he glances back to see Ms Grimshaw cleaning and wrapping your wounds and something in his mind tells him you’re not going to make it.

-

Somehow when he exits the tent, the cold night air washes a wave of anger over him. The initial terror of losing you has been masked by the absolute rage he feels towards the people who’ve hurt you. His teeth grind together as he angrily paces back and forth around the entrance to your tent.

Eventually Hosea arrives holding an array of tonics, herbs, medicines and bandages that would assist Ms Grimshaw. The only problem was Micah who in his heightened state of panic and rage, can’t see he’s just trying to help.

“I assure you Mister Bell I am only doing what is in the best interest of saving her life, now please step aside so I may do just that.”

‘I swear if anything happens to her, I will burn the world to the ground with you and everyone else in it.”

“Micah your anger will only worsen her condition when she wakes— don’t put her through more pain and stress than she’s already going to be in. Please, for your sake and hers, take a walk before you see her.”

At Hosea’s calming and slow words Micah’s anger seems to leave him, only for the panic to return. He’d take offence to Hosea trying to boss him around on any normal day but the thought that he could make your situation worse has his stomach twisting uncomfortably.

“Just fix her, Hosea. Please…”

-

For once, Micah actually takes Hosea’s advice without arguing. It seems someone has clearly had a word with the rest of the gang because they leave him to pace the outskirts of camp in silence, making sure to leave lots of space between themselves and him. The whole time he’s pacing frantically, his eyes remain glued to the entrance of your tent.

The whole time his mind is racing with the terrifying thought of losing you. The bottle of whiskey probably didn’t help him but it wasn’t enough to get him drunk. No, right now he needed to be alert, wouldn’t allow anything to happen to you but he needed something to dull his nerves. It also helped to fiddle with the label.

It took a few hours but eventually Ms Grimshaw and Hosea leave the tent and Micah is there before Susan can even dust her skirt down.

“Try not to pester her too much Mr.Bell, she needs lots of rest and water if she wakes and do not for the love of God bombard or overwhelm her. Its the last thing she needs.”

With an eye-roll, Micah pushes past the two of them so he can kneel beside your cot again. He’s only mildly comforted by the fact the blood has been wiped from your face or that your breathing has definitely evened out into a much steadier pace.

He takes his hat from his head and places it on the bedside table next to the glass of water waiting for you and gently takes your bruised hand in his. Your hand is slowly lifted to his face where he places a soft kiss to the bandages wrapped around your palms.

“Got me real scared there sweetheart— thinking for a moment there, ya might not wake up.”

Micah’s voice is filled with fake confidence, trying to convince himself more than anything that you’re awake and talkative. Like he didn’t just watch you collapse at the camp entrance and nearly bleed out.

The sickly feeling in his stomach has only grown to make him feel nauseous as his voice dies in his throat.

“Please darlin’, ya gotta wake up for me soon. Don’t care how long it takes… just wake up.”

-

It’s two painfully long days before your eyes crack open slowly and not once did Micah leave your side. The only exception was to refill your water even though you never drank it and to bring you a bowl of stew that sat for hours until it went cold and Micah brought you another one.

He hadn’t meant to fall asleep but the adrenaline that kept him going was gradually turning into exhaustion meant his head came to rest the cot beside your hand. That, and the silent tears he’ll deny he shed over you during the late hours of the night. It probably didn’t help either that he was sleeping half on the crate he’d sat on and half on your cot.

It wasn’t until a soft hand was gently rubbing on top of his hair did he finally lift his head to see you smiling at him.

“Hey there sleepy. Didn’t— didn’t mean to wake you.”

Micah can only shake his head, of course you’re the one to worry about him even as you’re coughing from the dryness of your throat and grimacing at the pain of your injuries. Micah had learnt over the past few days that you most likely had a broken rib and two bullet wounds; one in your thigh and the other grazed your side. That didn’t include the various other cuts and bruises as well as your gash in your hairline.

The robbery must have really gone bad.

“Ain’t nothing to feel bad for darlin’, just happy to see you’re alive.”

As Micah’s talking he helps you into a sitting position, doing his best to avoid any of your wounds before bringing the glass of water to your lips. Micah moves to sit on the edge of the cot, letting you lean into his shoulder as you slowly sip at the water. It stays like that, a comfortable silence as you regain your strength and Micah takes some security in seeing you conscious again.

“What exactly happened to ya any how?”

The water has eased the pain in your throat, allowing you to take a deep breath through your mouth.

“O'Driscoll’s found me, tried to clip the earnings after I finished off the homestead. ’N by the looks of me, they did an alright job of it too.”

Suddenly, all that rage from before is coming back and he wants nothing more than to find those O'Driscoll boys who dared lay a hand on you before gunning down every single on of them.

He probably would have if it weren’t for the fact your head was still resting on his shoulder, your breath tickling at the ends of his hair that rested against his neck. But he’d never leave your side and so he gently tilts you to lie back down again.

“You know once you’re healed I’m gonna kill every single one of them O'Driscolls. Even Colm if I have too— God do you know how worried I was, thinking you’s were gonna die on me for three days? Darlin’ you’d don’t know what I’d do without you, I- I can’t be alone like that again, I can’t lose you now that I—“

Your hand comes to weakly hold Micah’s own, you have no strength to squeeze it in reassurance and you’d risk popping the stitches if you did but you slowly rub your thumb back and forth.

“I know Micah… I know.”

You knew what Micah was trying to say, you could see it in his eyes. You’ve seen it everyday for the past six months. The way his eyes beam when you smile or bring him coffee, how his whole body perks up if you ask him to accompany you on a job and the way he blushes under his hat when you fall asleep against his shoulder. He loves you, he just has no idea how to say it.

“— I ain’t ever been so scared to lose someone before.”

“Micah come here.”

Your soft but gentle command seems to snap Micah out of his own mind and he leans down close to you and your noses brush together.

In your weakened state you can only manage to tilt your head to the side and kiss his cheekbone. It barely qualifies as a kiss but in this case neither of you mind and it leaves both of you smiling against each other.

“I love you too.”

-

Micah spends the rest of the week nursing you back to health— changing your bandages, bringing you stew and helping you eat it, making sure you’re never short of water and peppering all your bruises in kisses.

He doesn’t leave your side even after you’ve left the tent and helps you walk and get back on your feet. It’s clear you’re a couple by the way your hand is in his pretty much the entire time while you recover and by his hand that sits around your waist in case you fall. Of course, that’s really his excuse to cuddle up to you but it’s Micah Bell you’re with, he’d never openly admit to anyone other than you that you’ve well and truly stolen his heart.

[spencessmile]

Gone

Requested? Yes 

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Summary - Hi! could I request a piece where the reader and team are solving a pretty tough case and you find out some bad news. Knowing that you have to finish the case, you don’t say anything but you just end up breaking down. Thanks. 

Warnings - None 

Word Count - 2k

And all imagines/fanfics/blurbs are written solely by me so please don't steal my work and/or post it without my consent. 

Feedback and Comments are welcome. Happy reading! 

Requests are CLOSED!

** 

“This feels weird,” You look up at Emily as she looks up from her paperwork. 

“It does feel a bit strange, doesn’t it?” You nod. 

“Are you sure it's been three weeks?” 

“Yup.” 

“Wow.” 

“I feel so fidgety sitting here and doing paperwork,” She said grabbing her empty cup and taking yours as well. 

“Me too,” You follow her to the kitchen, grabbing a granola bar. 

Spencer and Morgan walked into the kitchen as well. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Emily looks over at Morgan. “And what’s on your hands?” 

“It’s black ink,” Spencer answers before Morgan can. 

“Why do you have black ink all over your hands?” You ask. 

“We work for the FBI, we do a shit ton of paperwork for every case we ever work on, you’d think they would have a functioning printer. You would want them too, right?” He asks and you slowly nod. “Well, they don’t! Instead, they have the piece of crap in there that they call a printer. It doesn’t do shit!” 

“Morgan’s right,” Emily agrees. “That thing is garbage.” 

“Maybe try to not beating it up every time you print something and maybe it’ll start working better,” You suggest. “Then again I wouldn’t know because I have my mini printer,” You say, smirking. 

“Oh that was so well played with Hotch, I still can’t believe you got away with that bullshit and ended up getting a printer for your desk.” 

“I had a broken leg Morgs,” You reminded him. “Besides Hotch was the one who asked if I needed anything.” 

“Anything yet?” Reid asks, pouring coffee and handing a cup to Morgan. 

“Nope,” Emily sighs. 

“Are we this desperate to catch a serial killer?” You ask. 

“This is the longest we’ve ever gone without being called on a case. Hotch is probably in his office trying to figure out which case to take on," You chuckle at Morgan's response. 

Just then Garcia walks in, holding several files. 

“I’m giving this case file to Hotch but grab your go bags, the jet is running, brief on the jet.” 

“Oh,” Emily quickly grabs it. “Finally,” You all drop your cups and run to grab your bags and head towards the elevator. 

** 

It’s been almost two weeks and you all were nowhere near to solving this case. The victimology and MO of the unsub made no sense to any of you. 

Anytime you’d think you have something, you’d connected it with what you already have and it just wouldn’t make any sense. 

“It’s late,” Hotch said. “Let’s head back to the hotel, rest up and start again tomorrow morning.” 

“When I asked for a case I didn’t mean one that makes absolutely no sense,” Emily said, dropping her head down on the table. 

“No case is ever solved in a day,” Rossi says. 

“We've spent the last however many days in this boardroom and we haven’t got much Rossi,” You said pointing to the evidence board. “Our unsub killed two people before we got here in the strangest way and now has gone awol.” 

“We spent the last 336 hours going through this case,” Spencer corrects you as you chuckle. 

“They’ll strike again,” He responds. “They always do.” 

“Oh my god,” Emily groans. “What time is it?” 

“Almost 8 o’clock,” JJ says, looking down at her watch. 

“I need tequila!” 

“I’m so in,” Morgan said. 

“I’m in,” JJ said. 

“I’m buying. Aaron you in for a couple of drinks?” Rossi asked. 

“Sure,” Hotch replies. 

“What about you two love birds?” Morgan looks at you. 

“Nuh-uh, I’m so sleepy,” You said.

** 

As you and Spencer got ready for bed, you can’t help but have a strange feeling forming in your stomach. Something was nagging at you but you couldn’t tell what it was. 

It was making you feel sick, almost. 

“You okay?” Spencer asked. 

“Yeah, I miss sleeping in our bed. Hotel beds just aren’t that comfortable.” 

“Me too,” Spencer said, kissing your forehead. “Come on,” Spencer turns off the light and he pulls you closer. 

An hour passes as you twist and turn but you still couldn’t get that awful feeling in your stomach to pass. You carefully get up and pour yourself a glass of water. You pull at the blinds a little, which reveals the moon. You stare at it for a while until you hear shuffling. 

“Babe?” Spencer sits up rubbing his eyes. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” You responded. 

“Then why are you up?” 

You sigh, sitting down beside him. 

“I just can’t sleep tonight,” You tell Spencer honestly. 

Spencer could tell you were anxious about something. He turns on the lights and takes your hands in his. 

“Talk to me please,” He said softly. 

“I jus-” You take a deep breath before continuing. “I just have this bad feeling about something.” 

“Bad feeling about what?” He asks. 

“I don’t know.” 

“How long have you felt like this?” 

“Not long,” You reply. “It sort of started when we came back to the hotel and were getting ready for bed.” 

“You let me go to bed when you were feeling like this earlier?” Spencer asked, concerned. 

“I thought the feeling would go away but now it’s making me feel sick.” 

“Tell me how I can help you?” 

“I want to sleep.” 

Spencer lays back “Come here,” You lay down next to him as you place your head on his chest, you can hear his heartbeat as his hand moves to your back, softly rubbing your back. 

Before you realize it, you slip into slumber. 

** 

“How are you feeling?” Spencer asks the next morning as you're getting ready to head back to the station. 

“I’m better.” 

You lied. 

You didn’t feel good, if anything you felt worse than last tonight. The nagging feeling was eating at you even more. You were pushing the feeling aside but the more you did the more you wanted to throw something at a wall or yell into a pillow. 

“Good,” Spencer said, kissing you. “Come on, the team is waiting for us downstairs.” 

**

As this case was getting nowhere you decided to step out aside and get some fresh air, outside. 

You quietly sat on the bench, closing your eyes as you took in the light breeze and warm sun. The moment didn’t last long until you jumped at the sound of your phone piercing through your ears. 

Your heart started racing when you looked at the caller ID. 

** 

“We need to re-deliver the profile,” Hotch says. 

“Alright,” Morgan replies as he realizes that you're not in the room with them. “Pretty boy, where is y/n?”

Spencer turns to face Morgan as he realizes that you weren’t in the room. Spencer wouldn’t be concerned when he doesn’t hear from you in a while because often when the wheels in your brain were turning you tended to be quiet and focus on your thoughts. 

“I thought sh-” 

“I’m here,” You say, gripping your jacket with your hands. “So-sorry, I went out fo-for some air. Where are we?” You ask, walking past Emily to stand next to Spencer. 

“We’re about to re-deliver the profile,” Your hands were shaking, no matter how much you tried to control your breathing, you couldn’t. 

You felt like you might pass out but you quickly grabbed Spencer’s hand as he put his hand over yours. 

“You okay?” He whispered and you nod. 

“Absolutely,” You flash him your fakest smile, as you and him both know that it didn’t reach your eyes. 

** 

No matter how much you tried to drain your thoughts with the voice of Hotch speaking your mind wouldn’t let you. 

You had no control over how your body was reacting; your hands were shaking, you kept fidgeting, all your body height was on your left foot and you were swaying side to side. Your eyes were glued to looking out the window on your left-hand side. 

You don’t how long passed until you realized the room was quiet, as you peel your eyes away, all the officers and the team were looking your way. 

“Agent Y/n,” You looked down at your feet not wanting to look at Hotch but you felt someone’s hand on your back.

“What’s wrong?” 

Rossi. 

No, no, you can’t do this here. You're doing your damn job this can’t be happening right now. 

No, please. 

You felt Rossi pull you aside. “Kid, what’s going on?” You felt the tears pressing your eyes as your breathing was picking up again. 

It was happening; you were starting to feel it. 

You looked up at Rossi, as water threatened to spill out of your eyes and you shook your head. 

“I jus-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence without wanting to fall into pieces. “I don’t kn-” 

“It’s okay,” He reassures you. 

You look past Rossi’s shoulder and see Spencer standing there and that completely did it for you. 

“I’m sor-sorry, I can’t,” You push past Rossi, Spencer, and the team, heading back into the conference room. 

You shut the door, leaning against the table as you feel an overwhelming sense of emotions. You try to hold back the tears but the more you did, the worse you felt. So you let them fall and you let yourself feel weak and hurt. 

**

“Y/n,” There was knocking on the door but you didn’t flinch, or turn around to see who it was. “Can I come in?” 

Without turning around, you nod. You hear the door open and close. 

Spencer. 

“Please talk to me,” Spencer didn’t come near you but he stood by the chair. He patiently waited for you to say something. Spencer being in the room once again made your tears fall and made your insides yearn for someone you’ll never see again. 

You turn around to face him and his face softens seeing your tear-stained face. He walks up to you but stops enough to see your face. 

“What’s wrong?” Spencer’s voice made you crumble more inside. 

You all you did was look at Spencer and it was almost like he knew what you were going to say. 

You know you had to say it.

Say it. 

Say it.

Say it so you can be okay with it. 

“He’s dead.” 

As soon as Spencer’s arms wrapped around you, you completely broke down. You gripped his sweater with your hands and dug your head into his shoulder as you held onto him tightly. 

“He’s dead,” You repeated, feeling yourself falling apart. Spencer supported you by holding you close as he let you fall apart in his arms. 

“It’s okay.” He whispers coddling your head. 

** 

The next couple of hours were a blur to you. Spencer and you made it back to the hotel. Spencer helped you change into comfier clothes, ordered some food, and quietly sat with you until you were ready to talk. 

“I’ll never be able to go back to that park,” You spoke up. “It’ll remind me of him too much.” Spencer squeezes her hand. “I’ll never be able to tell him that I love him or we’ll never be able to go and get ice cream ever again. I won’t ever be able to call him and ask him for advice, and that I’ll never hear him crack one of his lame jokes. I’ll never be able to hug him again.” 

Spencer knew you were hurting and he wanted to say something to soothe your pain but nothing he would say, would ease your pain. 

“He’s gone Spencer,” You started tearing up again. “My brother is dead.” 

“Hey, look at me,” Spencer wipes your tears. “He may not psychically be here anymore but now he’s always watching down on you. He’s your guardian angel.” 

“I never told you but he’s been calling me for the past two weeks and been asking when I would introduce you to him. He was so excited to meet you. He had this huge list of things he wanted to do with you. He was so ecstatic when I told him about you,” You turn to face Spencer, laying your head in his lap. You looked up at him as his fingers ran through your hair. 

“I guess it wasn’t meant to be.” 

You hated that it wasn’t mean to be, you wanted your brother to meet the man that pulled you out of your darkness and pushed you towards the light. 

“You would have loved him, Spence,” A single tear rolls down your face. “He just had so much life to him. He has always up for a challenge and the love he had for books is just insane. He would've loved to share his books with you. He once told me that he so excited to play a game of chess with you and absolutely crush you.” 

Spencer lightly gasps. “Nobody can beat me in chess.” 

“Oh, he would have ended you in five moves.” 

There was a long pause, as Spencer just stared down at your features. “I believe you.” 

“I played so many games with him but I never found a way to beat him.” 

Spencer loved the way you talked about your brother, the way your eyes would shine, and the way your smile would light up your whole face. 

“This is exactly how your brother would want you to remember him, by all his good memories. He wouldn’t want you to be upset.” 

“I know,” You sigh, rubbing Spencer’s hand. “I love you and thank you for being so patient with me.” 

“I’ll always be here for you. I love you.” 

** 

To live in hearts 

We leave behind 

Is not to die - Thomas Campbell 

[psylockexs]

A starting point Pt. 1

While Mikhail and Niko went on their small visit, Lorelei tried to sort out things on her end. It was already hard enough that looking for Mikhail took over a month. Now, things were made harder with the fact that Lorelei didn't have any leads on what to do. She'd gotten Mikhail and Niko to see the bigger picture at least, but that was it. She had no idea how to contact the other people Maria had been scouting. Lore was truly at a loss 😮.

Knock, knock. Lore finished turning on the washing machine then went to answer the door. Min-ho stood there with a smile on his face.

Lore: nods for him to come in Did you smell my blood boiling with confusion?

Min: Kinda. walks in I could probably hear you thinking from here.

Lore: Well, you're right. Wanna think with me?

Min: I think better with music. You got something to play?

Lore: Hmm, would you like what I listen to?

Min: We'll see. Surprise me 😉

Lore puts on the player https://youtu.be/18zTOaTENLA?si=4W9hNS-OfsXBHUn4

Min: Ok I can definitely think with this.

The pair start dancing while chatting.

Min: So. What's on your mind?

Lore: I thought you'd be at your club at this time.

Min: Heh. I do have caretakers, you know. The break is appreciated.

Lore: Fair. So. We're here, home alone and bored. Sure you don't have any tricks up your sleeve? 😏

Min: Should be asking yourself that, heh.

Lore was trying to focus on dancing, but she couldn't take her eye off Min-ho's moves. Maybe cuz he was a club owner, he'd learnt some moves. Either that or he had training, but damn he could move. She hoped he didn't catch sight of her licking her lips 😬.

Min: Earth to Than! You there?

Lore: Oh, yeah. Sorry, your tats are just so interesting. Or I guess they're marks, right? Min: Haha, yes they're marks. You keep staring at them.

Lore: Ok, sorry pokes her tongue out

Min: Ha. shakes his arms out a bit So, you found the other people your mum herded up?

Lore: Sadly no. I could ask you to help but I don't know what they look like.

Min: That's too bad. So I guess you're stuck until inspiration hits?

Lore: Yeah- ding! Lore checks her phone. It's a text from Morgyn to meet at a set of coordinates. Well, maybe Mr Goody-Two-Shoes Caster will offer some insight.

Oh, he could offer way more than insight. Morgyn ported them to a house in an interesting region. It had the same vibes as the Forgotten Hollow, but a little lighter. Or at least this side of the world was lighter. A mature woman opened the door of the house whose coordinates were in Morgyn's text.

https://on.soundcloud.com/4NHnCwGy2YP29seEA

Woman: Mr Ember, thank you for agreeing to see me.

Morg: The pleasure is mine, Ms...?

Woman: Specter. Olive Specter. But please. There is no need for us to be so formal.

Morg: Heh, fair. As I mentioned in my message, I believe you could help me...or all of us...regarding our plans to keep Maria Erwin from secretly wiping us out.

Olive: Yes, so I've heard. This is the first time my goals have aligned with someone else's, let alone a Morrigan. looks to Lorelei with awe and respect

Lore: What, what about me?

Olive: You are hoping to foil your mother's plans, are you not? Well, I am also seeking something that must stay out of human hands. Our goals are the same.

Lore: So...

Olive: Please. Allow me first. Lore nods, then Olive continues What do you know about Tarot cards?

Min: Tarot? Don't psychics use those to render their visions into understandable words?

Olive: Very astute of you. But it is not only for psychics. Witches can use those cards to enhance or distribute their power as well. The deck that I seek is called The Deck of the Reaper. It's a deck of cards that were scattered to prevent humans from finding it...

Lore: But, given that humans are looking into supernatural things more than ever, the deck can be found?

Olive: Precisely. This deck is something that mustn't fall into human hands. A human could not begin to fathom the power of these cards.

Lore: But what does a deck of cards have to do with ruining my mum's plans?

Nyon: speaks with an accent similar to Lore's The last time I remember, Morrigan, your mother's plans and these cards are connected.

Lore: The last I remember, you look like you failed all your math exams 🤨.

Olive: And yet, he can divine several possibilities with a simple deck of cards. Don't underestimate this issue. In fact, I understand you need help with another piece of this puzzle, don't you?

Lore: Well...yes...I guess?

Olive: Well then. You can either daydream about bedding the hemomancer all day, or you can talk to me about these cards and how we, as a whole, need to find them.

Lorelei spluttered at Olive's choice of words. 🤭

Lore: WHAT? What are you talking about?

Min: Huh? What does she mean?!

Nyon tried his hardest not to laugh at Olive's words, but the latter fixed him with a hard stare. He still couldn't hold it. Here we are, with a terrible situation on our hands, and Lorelei is only thinking how hot the tattooed guy is? Hilarious!

Morg: Urgh. Ms Specter. The cards?

Olive: Ahem. Yes. Please follow me. leads them to a secluded room

🤔