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âď¸Mild arcane spoilers âď¸
Miiight ruffle some feathers.
Not EVEN going to lie, unnecessary ship wars aside, the fan base has developed such a deep love and understanding for these characters (because letâs be honest, there are some pretty intelligent people giving eye opening analyses) that after the finale, it appears that we have a better understanding of them than the actual writers.
We deserved better as the audience after all the hype over the years, all the waiting, even after some episodes got leaked a while ago, most of us remained respectful and waited to see what this season would bring us. The core characters ABSOLUTELY deserved better as well.
It felt as if I was watching all of the charactersâ development be erased in real time, or become sidelined and nearly mute after being propped up to appear as if they were going to have a significant arc.
With the amount of episodes we had, it felt like they were trying to cram a bunch of different storylines into one 9 episode season and that left us with annoying plot holes and rushed sequences.
And Iâm just gonna say it.
If a certain relationship needed to be sacrificed if it meant that other characters had the proper development they needed and DESERVED, then I would have preferred that much, MUCH more than that undercooked finale.
Donât. Even. Get me started on that caitvi scene. In the cell? Right after that conversation she had with her sister? Donât give me that nonsense about how itâs vi reclaiming her power or something. (An actual weird ass statement from Amanda Overton in a Q&A video about how that was Vi reclaiming and working through her trauma in that cell).
No apology? No groveling for forgiveness? That little argument they had lasted like five seconds and didnât even address the earlier conflict that happened in the show after cait left vi. And before any of you say âcait apologized with her actionsâ
I donât care. Two things can be true at once, she can and should have apologized directly as well as displayed that with her actions.
Moving on to Mel??? We did not nearly have enough time to explore her new abilities as a mage, her armor, and her connection to the black rose. As I said, the storylines this season should have been more refined so we could focus on a central group of characters. They did nothing but hint at her armor from the end of season 1 all the way up until now.
Also maybe Iâm hallucinating, but did we ever find out what happened to the firelightâs tree?? Thatâs one of the main reasons Ekko and Heimerdinger went to the lab isnât it? HELLO?
Next on my list, Jinx. This girl has suffered to no end.
- Lost her whole family except for Vi.
- Almost died once and was brought back to life.
- Tried to end her life several more times
And you slap us all in the face by writing her off?
âOh but she may not be GONE gone, look at the glitching at the end!"
I. Donât. Care. Itâs the principle.
Iâm sick and tired of seeing characters that struggle with mental health and keep having one bad event after another happen to them, never receiving a proper ending. What messages are the writers sending with this? That death is basically the answer because thereâs no hope for them? Cool. That was not an honorable act of self sacrifice, that was plain insulting.
Instead, if they still really wanted to have a Jinx redemption arc and a chance to rekindle her relationship with Vi, having her tap into engineering for the betterment of Zaun would have been the better route.
We should have gotten an extra extended episode since this is last season for the Piltover/Zaun region, and for Jinx and Vi's story. I really want to blame Riot for being greedy and possibly becoming too cocky with the popularity of Arcane that they think anything would suffice because It's Arcane.
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But I'm a Creep
⥠âKidnapper! Choso x reader
author's note: I'm an idiot and accidentally deleted this so now I'm having to repost it. warnings: non con. dub con. kidnapping. tied up reader. sub choso. smut. gagged reader. 18+ MDNI
You whined as he wrapped his mouth around your abused nipple, tears spilling from your eyes at the painful sensation. It had been pleasurable at first, about an hour ago when you awoke to him fondling you but now your nipples were sore and tired from the constant sucking and licking being inflicted on you from your kidnapper.Â
Kidnapper. The man that had abducted you. Someone that you barely really knew except from passing encounters at work.Â
Choso Kamo was the last person you had expected this from.Â
So he was a bit strange according to your co-workers. And there were a few rumours that you had heard about him through mutual friends. But you chalked it all up to him just being a little different, a bit of an introvert compared to yourself.Â
From the moment he was hired five months ago, Choso had been a hard nut to crack. He barely talked, only offering you a small head nod as he strolled into the store. He preferred to keep himself to the stock room rather than help out front. It wasnât till you had seen some girls from campus clearly staring and giggling at him a few weeks into the job, that you actually had your first proper interaction with him.Â
The girls were being cruel, you could see in the way they stuck up their noses and eyed him out of the corner of their eyes. All while Choso was simply trying to fix one of the display stands.Â
He clearly noticed them, fingers trembling as he fiddled with the stack of DVDs in his hand. But you could tell he was just trying to ignore them, hoping theyâd possibly get bored and walk away.Â
You couldnât just ignore them, not when your blood boiled at the mere sight of what they were doing. Before you even realised it, you were standing in front of them, blocking their vision of Choso with a tight smile spread across your face.Â
âCan I help you?â You asked, eyes flickering between each of the girls.Â
They grew quiet, amusement dropping from their faces as they looked between each other.Â
âWell if you couldnât find everything today, I do apologise. But we are closing for the day.â You motioned to the door with a pointed glare.Â
They all scrambled out of the store, muttering things under their breath that you didnât care to hear before you turned to Choso.Â
You crouched down to where he was still fumbling with the DVDs, noticing the tinge of pink that covered the tops of his ears.Â
âYou okay?â You asked, reaching out to place your hand on top of his.Â
He snatched his hand away, finally turning to you with a flushed face.Â
âSorry.â You smiled at him, taking your hand back.Â
âI-Iâm fine,â he nervously laughed, nodding his head.Â
âDid you know them?âÂ
âUh-them?â He pointed to where the girls had been standing and you nodded. âUm-no. I-I guess maybe in passing.â He swallowed, eyes meeting yours for a second before flickering away.
âTheyâre dicks,â you told him, hoping to lighten the mood. âBest to just ignore them.âÂ
âY-yeah,â he agreed, before returning to what he had previously been doing.Â
You hadnât really expected a change in your relationship after that but Choso seemed to warm to you. But the next day, he actually spoke your name, greeting you with a small smile before he went into the back.Â
You and Choso had small interactions after that, but nothing that would make you think he would do this.Â
The guy could barely speak two words to you last week. His eyes barely ever directly looked into yours and he nervously stuttered every time you thanked him over a simple task. The only conversations you had consisted of two words from him so to think he could do this? That he had harboured some sort of crush on you.Â
The possibility had never crossed your mind. It only seemed reality as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, licking at the subtle skin he had spent time marking up.Â
It was only hours ago he had offered you a lift home from work and now you had found yourself with your wrists tied to his bed, completely naked underneath him.Â
âPlease,â he whimpered, sucking at the skin of your neck. âI need you so bad.âÂ
You barely registered what he was saying, too focused on the way his fingers were sliding over your soaked folds. He clearly knew what he was doing, making you a wet fucked out mess before youâd even been able to cum. It had you wondering if he had been with a girl before, if the way he acted in the store with you had all just been some sort of act.Â
The thought was pushed away as soon as he whimpered again, pressing his wet cheeks into your neck. âI need you to need me,â he said, almost on the verge of sobbing. âY/N.âÂ
The mere mention of your name had you peeling your eyes open, only to find yourself fighting off shutting them again when his fingers pressed into your clit. You hissed at the sensation, trying to bite down the noises that were stirring in the back of your throat. But it was near impossible when his fingers prodded at your entrance, threatening to force them into your walls.Â
You tried to protest against him but your screams were muffled through the cloth placed between your lips and with your hands tied there was nothing you could do.Â
Your toes curled when he forced two fingers into his entrance and even though you cried against the cloth, you knew he could feel your walls sucking him in. Especially when you felt him smile against your skin, lifting his head so he could look at you.Â
âYou like this,â he questioned, curling his fingers inside of you, eager for a reaction. âGot to tell me, baby.âÂ
The moan was lost in your throat and even though your pussy was leaking all over him, the confirmation clearly wasnât enough.Â
It was only when another noise of you was strangled between the cloth did he poke at it, knitting his brows together as he asked, âNeed me to take this out for you?âÂ
You nodded frantically, practically begging him.Â
âYou canât scream.â He narrowed his eyes at you, clearly questioning whether it was a good idea or not. âSukuna said I shouldnât.âÂ
You knew that name, his older brother, you remembered. He was the one that had got Choso a job in the first place. You hadnât met him, he had left the store long before you started but to think he knew you were in here and he didnât care. It was sickening.Â
âItâll be better for you if you donât try and scream. I donât know what heâll make me do to you if you do.â There was an uneasiness to his tone as if he was scared at the possibility and you hated the idea that Choso could do something worse to you. âDo you understand?âÂ
You gave him a small nod, hoping that would be enough for him.Â
Thankfully it was, feeling his fingers pull at the cloth he had jammed in your mouth until it was all the way out.Â
He watched you cautiously as he did so, waiting with his hand against your cheek in case you did try to scream. You didnât though and you werenât sure who it took more by surprise, you or the man hovering above you.Â
âYou okay?âÂ
It felt genuine the way he asked you, wide wet eyes looking down at you with some sort of concern. You couldnât understand it and you werenât sure if you really wanted to.
You gave him the faintest of nods, too fearful not to answer him with the way he stared at you, like he was desperate for an answer.Â
It was only when his fingers delved deeper into you, did you realise what you unknowingly agreed to. You couldnât help but moan as he slipped a third finger in, clawing at the restraints that bound your hands together. With each drag of his fingers against your spongy walls you felt the lines of consent begin to blur.Â
He had brought you here against your own will, you reminded yourself. But had there been something that you did that eluded him to the idea that you wanted to be here? That this was right?
Choso wasnât like the other guys at work, the horn dogs that drooled over anything with two legs and a hole they could slip it into. You could see it in the way he watched you now, his gaze darkening, the brown iris barely visible with how badly his eyes dilated. His lips parted and all that seemed to escape him were shallow breaths, as if he was enjoying this more than you. Like he was simply getting off on seeing you overcome with pleasure.Â
Your body trembled at the idea of it, terrified and almost⌠excited? You couldnât deny how close you were teetering towards your oncoming orgasm. Yet you were still fearful of the man on top of you, not entirely sure what he could be gaining out of this.Â
âYou want this,â he hummed, bringing his lips to rest against yours. âDonât you?âÂ
You couldnât deny him, not with how his eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to spill against your skin. So you agreed once more, lips moving against his as you squeaked out a small, âYes.âÂ
He grinned at that, nudging his nose against yours as he connected your lips into a needy kiss.Â
You whined into it, feeling his thumb circle your sensitive clit. You clenched around him instinctively, feeling your hips buck into him for more in which he was eager to give you. He didnât waste any time, pressing his thumb into you while his fingers thrusted and curled into you, nudging against a sweet spot that had you moaning into his mouth.Â
You were overly glad for his lips pressed to yours when you came, muffling the screams of pleasure that tore through your throat. Your thighs clamped around him, trying to push him away rather than keep him in. But Choso was an immovable object and you knew you just needed to come to terms with that.Â
âChoso,â you yelped, squirming underneath him.Â
His eyes widened at that, worried that you might begin to scream for release.Â
You didnât though but instead, breathlessly pleaded with him to stop. âPlease, no more.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â he hushed you, pressing feather light kisses to your face as he distracted you from pulling his fingers from your walls. âYouâre okay.âÂ
You werenât entirely in agreement with that, feeling your walls still flutter with the after effects of the long awaited orgasm. But you were in no state to fight him on the matter either.
âYouâre okay, right?â He lifted his face to look over you with that sad puppy look.
âIâm okay,â you told him, between a shaky breath.Â
He seemed happy with your response, bringing his lips against yours once again. This kiss was sticky and desperate, Chosoâs tongue sinking into your mouth as he explored it. He whined when you didnât reciprocate, moving his tongue so deep into your mouth that you had to push it away with your own, or youâd choke on it.Â
It had him smiling, your tongue finally moving against his even if it was in an attempt to fight back. He didnât seem to care, or maybe he just didnât realise, living in some sort of delusion that this was completely consensual, that this was what you wanted.Â
He was eager for your confirmation, you finally realised. Desperate for it.Â
âChoso,â you whispered, breaking free from the kiss as you twisted your head away. âChoso, can you-â You stopped yourself, turning to his face with a small pout.Â
âAnything,â he responded, without even hearing the full question.Â
âMy hands.â You wiggled them underneath you, pressing your lips together as you jutted out your bottom lip. âThey hurt.â You swallowed and whined, âPlease.âÂ
He nodded, hands reaching over you to fumble with your restraints that had you tied to his bed. It only took a few seconds before your wrists were freed and you could pull your hands back to your side. It also wasnât long before you began to use your new found freedom to slip away, only to be caught instantly with a hand wrapped around your wrist.Â
You winced as Choso applied pressure to the fresh bruises, and yanked you back underneath him.Â
âTry that again and Iâll have to tie you up again,â he warned, jaw clenching as he glared down at you. He quickly dropped his glare, eyes softening at you as he tried to mask his anger. But it was still there, you could see it in his rigid form that kneeled over yours. âI donât want to hurt you. You're the last person I want to hurt, Y/N.âÂ
A chill ran over you as he ran a finger over your cheek, sliding it down your neck as his eyes followed the movement. He stopped once he reached your breast, swallowing at the sight of the abused flesh and licking his lips.Â
âPlease, donât do that again.â His eyes flew back up to yours, his jaw tightening as he waited for your response.Â
âI wonât do it again,â you told him, feeling unnerved by the way he stared at you. âI promise.âÂ
Relief seemed to wash over him, his body relaxing once again as his eyes fell downwards. âGood, good.â He licked his lips, cheeks darkening to red at the sight of something.Â
You followed his gaze, widening at the sight of him in his boxers. The material clung to him, his bulge and the wet patch practically staring at you. You were so stuck on the sight of him, you barely noticed his hand dragging yours towards him, not until he was slipping it inside the article of clothing with a sigh.Â
It was a sticky mess inside, cum coating your fingers before your hand found his cock. You werenât really thinking, gripping it slightly in your hand as if you were entranced by it. You moved your hand over it, dragging it up and letting your fingers slide over the tip. It was only when he gasped at the touch, did you snap back to reality, snatching your hand back.Â
You held it in front of you, slightly amazed at the sight of the cum that coated your fingers. Had he been touching himself this whole time? It wasnât possible, both hands had been at you the whole time. But surelyâÂ
âI know I shouldnât have,â he said, eyes flickering towards your gaze. âNot before you anyway but-â His body folded over yours again, till you could feel his leaking cock touching your leg, the piece of clothing over it doing nothing to hide it. â-you donât get how you make me feel. It just happened.âÂ
You swallowed at that, watching him as he leaned further into you. You knew what was going to happen and even though you knew some part of you wanted to fight against it, there was another sicker part that thought itâd be easier to succumb to it instead. That part had you widening your legs, making more space for him as he pressed his body against yours.Â
âIâll make you feel so good, I swear,â he whispered, rutting his hips against yours. âI promise.â You bit back a moan as he repeated his actions, feeling his bulge rub against your overly sensitive clit. âMake you feel good.â
âOkay,â you whispered.Â
He stopped, eyes meeting yours again as if he didnât quite hear you.Â
You werenât even sure you could quite hear what you were saying either, the words didnât even feel like your own as they fell from your tongue. âMake me feel good then.âÂ
You had no time to act when Choso descended upon you, slipping his boxers down all while he kissed you. It was your turn to whine when you felt his cock slide against your folds, hissing into him as it ran over your clit. He seemed so content in just doing this, rubbing his cock between your folds as he mixed your juices with his. You were sure if you didnât say anything heâd cum like this and be done with it, or feel the need to still take you again.Â
âChoso,â you called, sliding your hand between your bodies. You found his cock, hard and wanting, finally grabbing his attention. âInside me.â His eyes snapped towards yours. âI want it inside me.âÂ
His eyes widened as he withdrew from your lips, swallowing nervously as he peeled himself off of you slightly.Â
âChoso?â You knitted your brows together, looking up at his flushed face.Â
âI-uh-â he shifted, blinking as he looked down again.Â
âItâs okay.â You comforted him, sliding his cock against yourself until you lined his tip up with your entrance. âJust push it in.â You guided him, bringing your hips up a bit so he partially slid in. âLike this.âÂ
Choso followed, pushing his hips into yours, groaning as he filled you to the hilt. Once he was all the way in, there was no stopping him. He was suddenly hooked on the feeling of being inside you, thrusting his hips back and forth continuously. He was so lost in it, sinking his face into your neck with such a deep whimper that you werenât entirely sure youâd be able to break him from it.Â
All you could do was take it and take it you did.Â
You matched his moans with your own, wrapping your legs around him as he fucked you into the mattress. There was no denying it, everything felt right with Choso inside of you. You felt full to the brim. Your walls snugly wrapped around him, squeezing him, begging for more.Â
âFeels so good,â he whispered into your ear, licking the shell of it. âI want to go deeper. Deeper.âÂ
You werenât completely sure what he was talking about until his hands brought your legs up, folding them between your bodies.Â
Oh deeper.
You swore you could feel him in your stomach at the angle, and the sensation had you mewling out his name.Â
You werenât at all surprised at how fast both of you were brought to the edge. You could feel your brain turning into mush at how well his cock was rutting itself in and out of you and you could feel Choso tightening his grip onto you, as his pace began to pick up.Â
âSo good.â He repeated the phrase over and over again, the sound of his moans vibrating through you as he did so. So good. Until your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you felt yourself gushing all over him, your orgasm washing over you. So good. Until he was spilling inside of you, gasping at the feel of your walls milking him for all he had to offer.Â
You were spent after that, the aftershocks still coursing through your body as he slowed himself to a stop. You werenât even surprised when he didnât pull himself out of you, collapsing on top of you and keeping himself buried inside you instead. He seemed satisfiedâ sedated as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck with a deep sigh.Â
He seemed so content, body fully relaxed on top of yours that you didnât want to break him away from it. But as you came back to the reality of your situation, you found yourself needing to say something, only too scared to break the silence you both rested in.Â
Luckily for you, it wasnât your words that broke the silence but a sudden knocking on Chosoâs bedroom door, followed by a voice you could only imagine was Chosoâs older brother.Â
âKid is out for another hour before you both need to shut up.âÂ
Choso didnât seem to react, only sighing as he kissed your subtle skin.Â
You parted your lips to speak, but you stopped yourself realising it might be better not to know. Not to understand.Â
Instead you closed your eyes, sinking into his touch as he began to lick at the column of your neck and trace his fingers into your sides. You didnât know what was going to happen after this but for a moment you were too tired to care. You just assumed youâd have to let him decide.Â
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Could you write âHow would Viktor does when reader has depressionâ.
Of course! Thanks for the ask pookie :)
These r a little short because I am still ill (and my head is literally killing me as I type this) but Viktor is more important than getting well!! (Also bawling my eyes out after act 3, even though I'd still love Viktor nonetheless, machine or not, he's getting it)
WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO: Mentions of Depression (obviously), GN!Reader, sweet Fluff, Viktor has no clue what he's doing in all honesty, he tries (and succeeds) to be sweet
2 Stories - One more casual/not yet dating and the other is established relationship
You've been off lately, Viktor had noticed. Isolating yourself bit by bit, looking more tired and overall acting just weird. You've had your phases before, but this one was too long. It wasn't like you at all. You've barely even spoken to him or Jayce, when usually you'd yap both their ears off about whatever topic you had learned about the previous night. Now, the lab was silent. Jayce was away on some Council party, and god knows Viktor would never start a conversation on his own while working. Though, he couldn't focus tonight. He mindlessly tinkered with small parts that laid around his desk, his thoughts clouded with the question of what was bothering you. Whatever it was, it bothered him as well. He'd never say, but he missed the cheery and chipper way you'd usually be.
"Are you... alright?" He questions after a while, clearing his throat slightly. This was already too awkward for him, but he did care. Totally just because the atmosphere of the lab would suffer if you weren't your usual self. He noticed the way you shifted uncomfortably as he glanced over to where you were sitting, like you were pondering how to answer. He wondered why you'd need so long to think of an answer, as if you couldn't tell him the truth. "I'm fine. Just a little tired, I just haven't been sleeping well." You answer, a soft, akward chuckle slipping from your lips. Viktor doesn't like that answer. You're different from how you are when you're just tired - not that he actually paid attention to that, but you weren't on your fifth cup of coffee yet. Actually, you hadn't had coffee at all today, another unusual happening. He sighs softly, and you immediatly know that he's gotten into questioning mode - he was a scientist after all. He really couldn't help it. "You can talk to me, you know? We don't have to be lab partners and nothing else, we can be friends." He speaks, his voice softer than before. "What's bothering you, hm?" Viktor adds, turning his chair around to look at you properly. It's your turn to sigh, letting your head hang slightly. "I've just been... feeling off. Like, actually tired but in a mental way? I don't know how to explain." You mutter, awkwardly averting your gaze from him. "We should take a day off, then. Do whatever you want instead of working." Viktor answers casually. "I don't want to miss important stuff in the lab Viktor, I can't take a day off." You throw back at him. He huffs, a slight chuckle filling the room. "Not you. Us. Maybe all three, if Jayce is willing." He clarifies, already noting it down in his notebook to make sure that day off actually happens.
Viktor noticed the moment he woke up next to you. You'd fallen into another slump. He could tell just by the way you didn't just not want to get up - it was a physical challenge for you. He's seen you like this before, though usually it didn't last too long, at least not that he's noticed, maybe only a day or two at most. But by now, it's been almost a week, and you haven't spoken to him about it. You've been more abrasive, have started caring less about your personal hygiene, and while Viktor doesn't mind, he always hated when you didn't take proper care of yourself. He wanted you to feel good, not fall into a depressive hole. He offered to take a shower or bath with you, to make a game out of brushing your teeth, but you had shut everything down. It wasn't because you didn't think the ideas were sweet, but more because you didn't think you even deserved that much effort. Viktor had to helplessly watch you get worse, and he couldn't even do anything to properly help. It was absolute hell to him.
He'd had enough, wanted to be mad at you, even, but he couldn't blame you for it. He could, however, force you to stay cuddled up in bed with him. You liked staying in bed anyway, and cuddling with him was always one of your favourites. So, here you two were, snuggled into the covers of Viktors way too confortable bed. "You know that I love you, right?" Viktor mumbled, his accent more heavy with sleep. He didn't say it enough, at least that's what he thought. "I do know..." you answered, just as sleepily. "I know you can't control this.. but let me help you, please? I know it's hard, trust me I do, but I hate having to watch from the sidelines as you get worse..." He sighs, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "Let me just be there for you, yeah, my dear?" Viktor adds, pulling away slightly to look at you. "Alright.. I'll... I'll try, I promise." You answer, scooting back towards him so you could press your face into the crook of his neck, basking in his warmth for a little longer.
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Pairing: Daddy Steve/Baby Bucky Rating: E (Explicit) Word Count: 4.4K Tags: Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Drunk Sex, Daddy Kink, Light Dom/Sub Relationship, Brat Taming, CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), Dirty Talk, No Prep (there is an obscene amount of lube though lol), Spanking, Anal Sex, Manhandling, Feminization, Rough Sex, Light Exhibitionism, Light Subspace, Breeding Kink, Size Kink, Spitting, Coming on Face, Ruined Orgasm A/N: It's about time. The current state of my life and my mental health called for a mean and selfish Daddy Steve who doesn't give a fuck. In this fic, these two rely on their established relationship and deep understanding of one another. Daddy Steve has never talked or acted like this. Bucky loves it even if he is frightened by the thrill of it. I hope you trust them and love it too. â¤ď¸
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âListen, Buckâ Iâm going out to dinner with my friends and thatâs that.âÂ
Bucky isnât used to being told no.Â
âI donât know what else to tell you. Youâre just going to have to deal with it, baby. Iâll be home later tonight.âÂ
Bucky doesnât react well to being told no.Â
âI love you,â Steve had told him to obviously end the conversation, something akin to annoyance evident in his tone, digging into and burning at Buckyâs skin. Being told no feels like rejection, feels like betrayal, feels like nothing his Daddy should be forcing him to feel.Â
So, Bucky hung up without another word, without a proper response.Â
Without giving Daddy his âI love youâ.Â
If Steve wants to be mean, Bucky can be mean too. He can be mean even through the tears and through the sting of rejection and through his admittedly unnecessary pouting. So, he ignores Steveâs calls, ignores his texts, ignores his warnings.Â
BuckâŚ
Donât do this. You know this wonât end well.Â
Pick up the phone, Bucky.Â
He goes about his night alone at home, ignoring Steveâs attempts at communicating, at apologizing, at getting back onto Buckyâs good side. He orders takeout and ignores the immediate urge heâs met with to order Steveâs meal of choice as well; he doesn't deserve it. He drinks half a bottle of red wine as he scrolls through Instagram, watches reruns of Real Housewives of New Jersey, and waits for his food to be delivered.Â
By the time heâs done with his meal, heâs finished off the bottle of wine and ignored three more of Steveâs texts and two more calls.Â
Why are you being such a brat?Â
Pick up the damn phone.
Youâre fixing to piss me off, Buck.
Daddyâs been drinking.Â
Bucky decides to shower. He takes a long, hot, luxurious shower. He shampoos his hair twice, uses his expensive body wash that smells like pumpkin cinnamon rolls. He drenches himself in the matching body oil once heâs done showering, takes the time to put on his best skincare, his favorite oil for his hair.Â
He feels like heâs floating on a cloud as he falls into bed naked and wraps himself up in their flannel sheets and heavy duvet. He doesnât even bother going in search of his phone; he has no plans to respond to whatever Steve sends him anyway.Â
Steve can kiss his ass.
Bucky is pulled slowly from his sleep.Â
It isnât in an instant or a sharp awakening; it feels like heâs being pulled slowly through syrup from his dream-riddled sleep by something curious.Â
Bucky furrows his brow. Is thatâ?
Itâs a noise, a consistent noise.Â
A familiar, wet noise that immediately sets Bucky on fire from the inside out.Â
The recognition of that noise forces his body and mind into a state of almost panicked awakeness then. A sharp wave of premature arousal wracks his body, something of a Pavlovian response, and it sends his heart pounding against his ribs. He opens his eyes and blinks a few times in order to help adjust to the darkness of the room, the lights from the city just outside their windows helping to keep the room not fully encased in darkness.
Once his eyes adjust, he finds the source of the sound immediately.Â
He was right.
Steve stands within reach of Buckyâs bedside, close enough to touch, his cock pulled through the zipper of his pants and held in his hand.Â
Fisting it.
He doesnât even say anything when he locks eyes with Bucky, his mouth slightly dropped open and a sharp gleam in his eyes just past his glasses that leaves Bucky on edge, curious and hesitant and hot. He tries hard not to let his eyes drop back down to the sight of Steveâs impressive cock, digs his fingers into the mattress in an attempt to ground himself, but itâs useless. Itâs always useless.Â
He loves his Daddyâs cock.Â
Bucky doesnât move, doesnât say a word. He watches on as Steve reaches for an open bottle of lube he must have pulled out of Buckyâs bedside table, watches on as he squirts some messily into his palm before reaching for his cock again. He tosses the bottle onto the bed carelessly.Â
Something deep, deep within Bucky begins to grow restless.Â
âStill ainât got nothinâ to say to your Daddy?âÂ
Steveâs voice cuts through the air and the tension like a hot knife through butter. Bucky feels the bass of it in his toes, the bite of Steveâs growl curling around his neck.Â
He curses himself for once again not thinking his tantrums through to the end, for thinking he ever stood a chance against his Daddy.Â
âYeah, forgot how much of a fuckinâ punk you can be when you donât get your way.âÂ
Oh.
Thatâs how itâs going to be?Â
The thrill of uncharted territory skirts up Buckyâs spine, the nervousness of the same curling into a ball in his belly.Â
âMaybe you shouldnât spoil me so much then,â Bucky weakly tries, but Steve only scoffs and strokes his cock harder, the girth of him making Buckyâs mouth traitorously water.Â
âIâm not responsible for your fuckin attitude, Buck,â Steve bites out in a tone Bucky has only heard a few times before. It nearly forces tears to spring to his eyes, nearly pulls a whimper from the back of his throat. It also makes his balls begin to ache.Â
He chooses not to say anything in response, but Steve fills the silence after a minute or two.Â
âThought about cominâ home to just blow my load all over your pretty face while you slept before crawling into bed, butâŚdonât know. Think I want you to be awake when I take out my anger on your pretty body.âÂ
Jesus.Â
âAndy said I should do it, mark you up all over your face, maybe smack you around a little. But James said I need to take it out on your ass. And I gotta sayâŚIâm keen on taking it out on your ass.âÂ
Buckyâs head spins. He grows dizzy from where he lays, his jaw going slack as that dizziness morphs into fuzz, into familiar heaviness. The erotic image of Steve sitting amongst his friends and discussing Buckyâs punishment pulls his hips into the bed beneath him, forcing his next few breaths to grate against the front of his throat. His dick fills out, chubbs up, fattens between his legs and in the sheets.Â
Steve talking about him, about something so sexual, seeking advice from his friends on how to handle his babyâ itâs all far too much to process at once.
The added layer of them all drinking, of knowing what Steve gets like when he has amber liquid slipping through his system, intensifies Buckyâs reaction.Â
Heâs certain Steve was spewing filth, was sharing intimate details of their relationship. He was surely discussing Bucky, what he likes and dislikes, how he reacts to Daddyâs decisions and hand.Â
Fuck, Bucky shouldnât find it so hot, but heâs damn near drooling for it.Â
âYeah, thatâs rightâ it was a group decision. Had to tell âem all how bad you were beinâ, had to explain why I was so fuckinâ fired up when I got there. You donât even want to know the fucked up shit Levinson and Walker said I should force you to do. So, we decided on your ass, that your ass deserves the punishment.âÂ
Bucky will never be able to look Steveâs friends in the eyes again. Or maybe he will, but heâll surely pop a boner the moment he does.
Steveâs groan is somehow thunderous yet low, long and drawn out, as he resumes stroking his cock, as he reaches into his pants and pulls his balls out. Bucky barely has time to whine at the sight before Steve is speaking again.
âBut that works out âcause if Iâm making you fuckinâ take it, Iâm gonna be selfish about it. Yeah sure, Iâm your Daddy and Iâm supposed to teach you a lesson and make you aware of the consequences of your actions, blah blah blahââÂ
Buckyâs not once heard Steve talk like this.
ââ but not everything has to be a fuckinâ lesson. Sometimes I just wannaâŚjust wanna make it hurt, lay you out a little bit. Donât wanna make your punishment about you; I want it to be about me.âÂ
Bucky thinks for a moment that he has no footing, has nothing to grasp at to ground himself in the slightest. But Steve is his safety, is his other half; heâs safe here. Heâs safe with Steve and he doesnât need to question that. And because of that, because of the foundation of trust and love they share, Bucky comes to the decision that this?Â
This is hot.Â
Itâs hot as fuck.
âRoll over,â Steve sharply and suddenly demands. âI wanna see that boy pussy Iâve been thinkinâ about fucking all night.â
Bucky whimpers, his legs spreading on instinct, his next few breaths shaking loose from his lungs. His noises sound almost like a hiccup, like a set of sobs, and heâs rising up onto his knees before he can think twice about it.Â
Where heâd normally receive a noise of praise or appreciation, he instead receives a bark of, âTurn the fuck around, show it to me the way I deserve.âÂ
Bucky scrambles. At least he feels as if heâs scrambling, as if heâs moving quickly and awkwardly, but if the thickness of his thoughts and the difficulty of thinking a second ahead is any indication, he probably looks as if heâs lazily moving through molasses.Â
Bucky still doesnât get the noise or words of praise heâs used to when heâs finally turned around, when heâs got his back in a deep arch and his cheek pressed against the sheets as he faces away from Steve. He instead soaks in the noises of the sound of Steve beating himself off, the slick noise of his fist as he drags it up and down hisâÂ
âYouâve been a little bitch tonight. The guys made me promise them I wouldnât give into you the moment I saw your pretty hole, but fuck meâ thatâs a pretty fuckinâ pussy.âÂ
Bucky does moan this time, loud and ragged with tight emotion. His dick hangs heavy between his legs, achy from the suddenness and surprise of his arousal, and his hole clenches easily and involuntarily at the compliment.Â
âFuck, look how small it is, look how little that fuckinâ hole is. Itâs a miracle I can fit my dick in there, my big fuckinâ dick. Your Daddyâs got a big dick, doesnât he?â Goddamn. Bucky wants to shuffle around on his knees so he can choke on his Daddyâs big dick. He wants it in his mouth, on his tongue, in his throat. He wantsâ
âI asked you a fuckinâ question,â Steve damn near growls, and the sharp sting of a slap on the meat of his ass shocks Buckyâs answer from him.Â
âD-Daddyâs got a big dick.âÂ
âYeah, thatâs rightâ say it again. Tell me again.â
Bucky tucks his arms under his chest, spreads his legs even more, offering himself up.Â
âDaddyâs dick is so big.âÂ
Steve chuckles into his next groan. âFuck, I love hearinâ that.â
He listens as Steve moves next, hears him take a few steps, hears him shuffle around before Bucky then feels a cold glob of liquid hit his ass cheek. He gasps, jumps even, but Steve just moans and spreads the liquid across Buckyâs ass with his hand.Â
Bucky doesnât even have time to ask questions or think of how messy or obscene smearing his ass in lube is when Steveâs hands are on him like this. Itâs as if Bucky isnât there as a person, as if Steve is alone in this room with his ass, as if he were a toy. Daddyâs hand rubs the lube into the cheeks of his ass carelessly, smearing it around and covering him in the slippery liquid simply for the selfish enjoyment of seeing Buckyâs ass oiled up.Â
So much for his luxurious, self care shower.Â
Buckyâs head is so far in the clouds that he barely registers more of it being squirt onto his ass, the feeling of Steveâs hands rubbing and moving almost hypnotizing, but then Steve is rubbing it over his hole, circling it with his fingers and thumb, pressing his thumb into his hole as he moans.Â
Bucky squeals.
These touches are indicative of Steve meaning what he said about this punishment being for him; these are selfish touches.Â
The slap of Daddyâs big cock right over his soaked pussy makes him whine. But the feel of Steve then resting his cock between Buckyâs cheeks, of pushing his hips forward in a rhythmic motion draws his whine out further.Â
âIâm gonna be mean about it because itâs what you deserve. What I deserve. Mâgonna fuck this little pussy the way I want to, for meâ donât give a shit about you right now. You wanna come? Fine. But this ainât about you.âÂ
Steve pulls his hips back in order for his hand to come down over Buckyâs wet hole hard, just the once and then three more swift times, spanking it and forcing another squeal out of Buckyâs mouth.Â
âFuckâŚ!â
Heâs barely able to jump away from the sting, barely able to feel the burn of such a harsh touch, before Steve is stepping close again and pressing the fat tip of his cock back against Buckyâs soaked hole.Â
âYou better bear down on it, babyâ didnât spend my sweet time training this pussy for nothinâ.âÂ
Buckyâs body and mind come together for a moment of panic, mesh in an effort to preserve what they perceive to be Buckyâs safety that is in danger. Itâs too fast, too quick; itâs not what Buckyâs used to. He gasps as he shrinks away from Steveâs touch, his thoughts getting the best of him andâÂ
Steveâs strong hand on his nape is like a warm blanket, like an off switch, even when itâs a touch that makes it difficult to breathe.Â
âNoneâa that now. Bear down, here we goâŚâ
Claiming.Â
Breeding.Â
Steveâs always shown mercy, is in tune with Buckyâs mind and body, holds Bucky as a priority in life and in the bedroom; that is what Bucky is used to. But that Steve is nowhere to be found in their bedroom shrouded in darkness tonight. That Steve has been pushed past the brink of the vast amount of patience he holds, has been filled with amber liquid that takes away his softness. Heâs nowhere to be found as he spears Bucky open on his cock, as he uses his big hands to press into the deep arch of Buckyâs back and use it as leverage to fuck into him faster, harder.Â
Bucky tells himself itâs a lot, that itâs overwhelming, but that it doesn't hurt. Heâs used to sex; they have sex frequently. His body doesnât need to be warmed up to taking Steve when he takes Steve on the regular. But rarely does he take Steveâs cock this fast, this quick, this harsh. His stream of noise is constant, is veering on feral in nature, and he all but thrashes underneath Steveâs hands and on his cock in response to being split open.Â
âThis is my fuckinâ pussy,â Steve grounds out between what sounds to be gritted teeth, and Bucky canât tell if itâs a reminder for Bucky or filth for himself.Â
Bucky canât breathe. He chokes on his breaths, on his noises that wonât stop pouring out, his breaths caged up in his chest. Steve has his waist in a brutal grip, pressing his body further into the mattress, and with Buckyâs arms trapped under his chest it makes it cages his breaths up further.Â
He wills himself to breathe, begs himself to focus and to open up his willing body to his Daddy. Itâs not difficult for him to want this, even as they tread new waters together, but he is quick to come to peace with his body taking the brunt of thisâŚwhatever type of punishment this is.Â
The only moment of mercy Bucky is shown is when Steveâs hips meet the curve of Buckyâs ass, and even then Steve only stills long enough to press and grind his cock impossibly deeper into Bucky. Itâs as if he wishes to crawl inside of Bucky with a growl, as if Buckyâs body taking the entirety of his cock isnât enough and he needs more than Bucky can give him.
Bucky feels drool on his chin.Â
His blinks are slow and lagging, or maybe thatâs his eyes rolling back into his head.Â
âGod fucking damnit,â Steve groans, his tone showing evidence of both relief and frustration, the smack he gives Buckyâs ass driving that frustration home. He jerks his hips back, pulls out of Bucky halfway before filling him up to the brim again. The lewd, wet noises of his pussy makes his cheeks burn in embarrassment, makes him moan at the easy slide and overwhelming sensation of stretch.
Bucky doesnât know why he pretends to be a brat. A few harsh words and a smack on his ass and here he is face down, ass up for his Daddy.Â
Steve pulls his hips back again, is quick to slide them back home, beginning to fuck Bucky in earnest.Â
Buckyâs head spins.Â
âPretty fuckinâ pussy for a pretty fuckinâ boy,â Steve tells him in a rumble, rubbing his thumb around Buckyâs stretched and wet rim.Â
On the other hand, maybe he should be a brat more often.Â
Steve fucks him without mercy.Â
Bucky is used to mercy.
Heâs used to eye contact and pauses and little, âYou good, babyâs. Heâs not used to feeling the entirety of Steveâs strength pressed into his body, not used to feeling bruises form in the moment. Heâs not used to feeling like Daddy is simply using him for his hole, for somewhere wet and warm to stick his dick and fuck into.Â
This is different.Â
This feels so good even if it is a lot.Â
It has his emotions twisted up in his stomach.Â
The way his body rocks forward with every brutal thrust, the force of the stretch of his pussy, the feeling of spreading his legs and being bent over for his Daddy; heâs almost embarrassed he can very realistically come from this kind of treatment.Â
He doesnât realize heâs saying things until Steve is laughing, groaning, the noise of it swirling around Buckyâs empty brain like a marble.Â
âOh sugar,â he moans long and slow, his hands coming down to cup Buckyâs ass as he fucks it, spreading it wide. âYou got nothinâ to apologize forâ none of that fuckinâ matters now that Iâm insideâa you.â
Was he apologizing? He can hear himself now, the drawn-out, almost mournful noises heâs making as spit pools into the sheets underneath him. Itâs all nonsense; he can tell that even though his brain is having a hard time processing his own words.Â
âStretch me out, Daddy,â he hears himself whine. âIâm sorryâ Mâso sorry! Make it better, Daddy.âÂ
Steve only fucks into him harder, the slick smack of his groin and his heavy sac slapping against Buckyâs lube-covered ass adding to the cacophony of noises swirling around the room and muddying up his brain.Â
âWhatever you say, baby.â
âDaddyâŚâÂ
âOf course I fucking am. Whoâs your Daddy?âÂ
âYou areâŚyouâre my Daddy.âÂ
Bucky feels a hand wrap roughly around his nape. His face is shoved further into the mattress. The force of the touch and the angle of his body makes him sob.
âYeah? And whose pussy is this? Whose fuckinâ pussy is this?âÂ
Bucky hiccups, sputters. Â
âDaddyâs! SâDaddyâs!âÂ
His balls begin to tighten then, his groin stirring, the moment his hole relaxes and embraces the obscene stretch of Steveâs cock in full. Steve has always told him he has a sensitive sweet spot, a sensitive pussy, and this example is his Daddyâs checkmate.Â
He bucks against Steveâs harsh touch and thrusts when he feels his orgasm rapidly build and stir.Â
âMâgonna come, mâgonnaâŚcome,â he hears himself slur, a pitiful warning that heâs almost certain Steve canât hear.Â
âI donât give a shit.âÂ
Oh.
He was wrong.
Bucky says the only thing that makes sense to him in this momentâÂ
âCome in my pussy, Daddy.âÂ
Steve roars, shoving at Buckyâs nape before letting go and reaching for his hair, all without pausing his thrusts.Â
âDonât you fucking do that. You motherfucker. Donât do that, Buck.â
His orgasm must possess him, push him into doing things Daddy said not to do, because heâs immediately defying his Daddy and pouting out, âCome in my pussy, Daddy. Fill my pussy up,â just as his first spurt of come hits the sheets.Â
Itâs the only moment of his orgasm he is allowed to enjoy.Â
Heâs still coming, dick continuing to shoot off and body continuing to ride the waves of a shattering orgasm, when Steve pulls out of Buckyâs body and drags him to the floor by his neck.Â
He hits the carpet with a thud and a shout, knees knocking and hands flying out to catch himself. He whines, cries, at losing such a memorable orgasm, at being pulled out of the experience of such, and tucks his chin to watch himself experience the end of his climax between his legs.Â
âOpen your fucking mouth. Look up at me.â
Even with his ruined orgasm, he listens easily. Heâs slow to do so. He turns his head up to do his best to look up at his Daddy, but the tears in his eyes make it impossible to see Steve.Â
He can see his fist though, see his cock as he uses his fist to fuck himself as they nearly come full circle for the night.
âYou donât let me come on your pretty face enough,â Steve accuses, voice hot and low, labored and barely audible over the ringing in Buckyâs ears and the sound of Steve aggressively jerking off above him.Â
Bucky doesnât respond, canât bring forth any words in his brain. He sits there with his tongue out, tears in his eyes, hips doing what they can to rock from the aftershocks of his shattering yet unenjoyable orgasm.Â
Steve groans and the noise hits Bucky right in the balls. He feels the result of it in his bloodstream, in his being, a noise that, at its core, is centered around Bucky being good. Itâs gluttonous and selfish and sexy and Bucky could weep hearing it.Â
He thinks he is weeping at this point. Â
When he opens his eyes again, Steve is coming on his tongue.Â
And then his cheek.
And then over his other cheek, onto his forehead.Â
All Bucky can do is sob and moan, an odd combination that makes it sound like heâs begging for his life while also in heat.Â
âFuck, thatâs good. Fuck yeah, look atâchu. Look at my fuckinâ baby. My babyâŚâÂ
Steveâs come feels as if it scalds his skin, the warmth of it both a shock and a comfort to him. Bucky lets it slide from his tongue, down his chin, has to close one eye in order to avoid a painful mess.Â
He does nothing to fight against the urge to pout when Steve feeds him the last bit of come from the swollen tip of his cock, letting it fall onto his bottom lip. Steveâs fingers immediately follow it, two of them reaching forward to rub the mess into his lip, then across his chin. Bucky watches from the floor as Steveâs chest heaves up and down underneath his crisp dress shirt, his thick fingers pressing and smearing his warm come into Buckyâs skin.
Bucky chases after his Daddyâs fingers like a starving animal, gasping and groaning, tongue lapping up whatever Steve has to offer.Â
Does he have no pride?Â
Daddy answers that question with two fingers shoved in his mouth, stroking the back of his tongue so harshly Buckyâs left with no choice but to gag loudly.Â
He still moans.
Steve lets out a long, happy noise that sounds like a sigh but feels like another groan in Buckyâs balls. Itâs akin to the noise he lets out when he stands to stretch as the halftime show begins during the football games he watches on Sundays, deep and satisfied. He follows the noise up with a tight grip on Buckyâs jaw from the inside of his mouth, a hold on his teeth as he pulls Bucky further towards him.Â
Where Bucky expects a kiss, he instead gets no warning of Steve spitting down between his open lips.
âFuck yeahâŚâ
He uses his fingers to spread that around as well, allowing for the combination of his come, his spit, and Buckyâs spit slip over Buckyâs bottom lip and slip down his neck before letting Bucky go with a bit of a shove.Â
Buckyâs not used to this.Â
Bucky thinks heâs fallen in love with Steve all over again.
His spent and heavy cock still hangs from the open zipper of his pants, framed by thighs that Bucky swears are the size of tree trunks from down here, when Steve lets out one last, resigned groan.Â
âThat was exactly what I fuckinâ needed,â he casually tells Bucky with more than a tap on his cheek. He turns on his heel and begins to walk away from Bucky and towards their shared bathroom.Â
Bucky can barely follow him with his eyes, can barely hold his head up.
Steveâs sharp whistle rings in his ears.Â
âCâmon, sugarâ letâs see if you can wring another one outta me,â he hollers from over his shoulder, not bothering to look back at Bucky. Steve almost sounds like himself again, as if he hadnât just hate fucked Bucky to the brink of psychosis. Bucky thinks he hears the shower.
Maybe that was all Steve needed to get out of his system.Â
Bucky begins to maneuver himself to stand, ass already sore and come still covering his face, when Steve snaps from the door of their bathroom.Â
âNuh-uhâ you crawl to your Daddy, kid.âÂ
Maybe not.
#my writing#stucky fanfic#daddy steve and baby bucky#howdoyousleep#take a shot every time Steve says a variation of 'fuck' lol#(don't bc you'll end up in the hospital)#take a shot every time Steve drunkenly calls Bucky 'pretty'#(you may not end up in the hospital but you'll definitely get sick lol)
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The very audible 'thump' distracted Sonia from the gripping conversation with Bacchus. He was a good-natured fellow, and it spoke well to Eira's own judge of character to hire him. But nevertheless, Eira found it fit to remind them both exactly whose condo they were in. "Oh, it's vodka then?" She beamed at both Eira and the bottle. "But Eira-san, if we are to both celebrate your successes and the life of our dead mouse friend, would it perhaps be more prudent to open a bottle of champagne? I can send Henri out for some, as Bacchus is here and my family would entrust me into his care if necessary."
If only due to the fact that what King Alexandre and Queen Valentina thought of Eira Kestrova, popular idol with a strict schedule and diet she adhered to, was that they hoped she would rub off on Sonia. Maybe encourage her to adopt some normal hobbies and cull some of her spontaneity with common sense and rational discipline. Instead, Sonia chose to take Eira to haunted motels and give dead rodents found in her apartment a proper funeral. Or at least, she'd have to entrust the latter to Bacchus.
In any case, she hoped she'd bring over multiple glasses. Drinking alone was for when one was suffering, not when one had company over. "I suppose if you wait another year it is not so bad, to put your career first," Sonia conceded, giving her a small frown. "But Eira-san, do you want to find a partner? It is, of course, not a requirement in life to so. Unless you are me, I suppose: that is a duty I am bound to."
But not one she wanted to dwell over, not in the presence of friends and a small animal life to honor. And comments regarding biting. Bacchus joked, but Sonia gave a sage, understanding nod in return.
"I think there are two kinds of people in the world, mostly," She began, as if she were giving the most valuable wisdom she could ever possibly pass on. "Those who like to bite, and those who enjoy being bitten." A pause, and a smirk towards Eira. "Well, now I know which one you fall into. There is nothing wrong about being feisty where men are concerned: it shows you shall never settle for someone who does not make you feel completely at ease, safe, and happy."
Something she hadn't felt in a relationship in ages, but that wasn't a factor in this conversation. Sonia raised an eyebrow to the suggestion of pebble throwing. "But what if they accidentally scratch, or worse, break a window? Especially if the glass paneling is decades, if not over a century old," She remarked, of actual problems she had to worry about back in her own country. The most modern building her family owned in Novoselic was the ski chalet, and that was nearly fifty years old as it was.
"It really should be me if a vampire is going to have an infatuation with one of us, though," Sonia pretended to pout, "But if happens as such that you have one completely in love with you, do ask if he has a brother that I may meet." Another thoughtful pause, and a smile. "Or a sister. I would be quite interested in either."
The rhythmic whine that leaves Eira follows such a chord progression it could be the opening of another single. Not a hit. But certainly characteristic and capturing her feelings. Frustration. Helplessness. It's a feeble lilting whine as she does a half spin in the kitchen. The maneuver leaves her at the refrigerator, which she pulls open to extract from it a bottle of vodka.
It makes less noise than desired when she thumps it onto the counter. Her grip lingering on the stem of the glass bottle as she leers over at her employed guardian and her best friend. Having quite the giggle (and Bacchus was giving a sort of giggle) at her expense.
"This is getting used tonight. And what comes of me as a result has only you two to blame. I hope you understand that. Mmmnnnn!!!" Another whine. "There's no boys or men or anything else in my life. I happen to be fond of my contracts and any of those pursuits can certainly wait another year for me to graduate."
Eira pouts, now going through an internal debate on whether to grab small glasses or to simply take the bottle to up the dramatics of this.. gesture. Bacchus seems unconcerned, so long as she was staying at home she wouldn't get up to too much trouble. And besides, with Sonia around surely it wouldn't go too wild.
The man smiles, finally (finally) picking up the box with the mouse, checking the lid and unabashedly snorting at the inoffensive corpse before tucking it under his shoulder.
"Yes mm yes. But unlike vampire I think it will be miss Eira doing any biting! She's always been so feisty about the boys, but it's less trouble for me. Less reason to check windows. Her fans are not great climbers, either."
The idol scoffs, her arms crossed indignantly.
"Anyone climbing up to my window is getting shoved out the way they came. Such an invasion of privacy. Throwing pebbles or something, isn't that the way they do it in those old movies to get attention? I'll take that kind of middle ground." She grumbles, having one of those 'in the moment' realizations that maybe it could be enjoyable. "Ugh. But that's not quite as feasible when we're this many floors up, so it really would be a damn vampire to appear." She pauses.
"OF WHICH THERE IS NONE! I'M NOT DATING AN UNDEAD! OR ANYONE!"
#dcviated#Non-Despair AU: The Princess of Novoselic#(Where Sonia presents very important wisdom about the world)#(And has a fun time joking with Eira and Bacchus)#(Mostly joking: she's very serious about the vampire part)#(And the mouse getting a proper funeral part)
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They've been living together for six months.
#not like...living together living together they've just had to share a treehouse and thus seen each other for approximately 200 days#yasmina fadoula#brooklynn#jurassic world: camp cretaceous#jwcc#on the one hand this definitely feels like it shoulda-coulda been an earlier episode#on the other hand the further back you push this combo the funnier and funnier all their prior adventures get#this was their FIRST SOLO ADVENTURE#these two have NEVER HAD A PROPER CONVERSATION#IN SIX MONTHS#which is actually quite believable#but also#they never fell in a hole together#or had the group get so fed up that they shoved them into a room#it's also funny because Yaz's goth side doesn't really come out a lot#but it's really obvious when you see them here#especially with Yaz framed against the shadow of the mountain#while Brooklynn's got the sunny sky and bright umbrellas#which are somehow still there after six months of island storms#the chairs are upright too#...actually those might all have been locked in place if this wasn't in use the day the park closed#not important
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I need a completely rewritten teen wolf series with Derek Hale as the main character. I think it would heal me.
#we follow Derek from New York. Laura left for beacon hills. itâs been six years since he was back but he hasnât heard from her#and hes going stir crazy waiting. he packs up and travels back. itâs almost too much immediately. he still canât get a hold of Laura#he canât resist going home. itâs like a natural pull that guides him back. all at once heâs 16 again. staring at the wreckage of his life#deputy stilinski is sherrif now. itâs reassuring in the slightest that the police force seems to have moved on from how corrupt it was#he catches her scent and itâs putrid. bile catches in his throat. he seeks it out. still in denial to what he knows it means.#when he finds Laura itâs like the world ends all over again. he canât stand to see her like this. he gives her a proper burial.#the best he can do at least#he visits Peter. heâs not the man Derek remembers- so full of fire and cunning. their relationship may have been strained at times.#often Derek felt more like Eve being swayed by the snake than a normal friendship#but this isnât the sharp tongued uncle who guided him. this is a broken shell. all that remained of his family. he was so lost.#22 but he barely knew how to function without his family- his pack paving the way#Laura handled everything. she got the apartment. she made sure they had food. Derek looks back and feels so useless#he was so lost in his grief. Laura must of felt the same way but she never let them drown in it#she made sure he got his GED. even got him to enroll in community college classes.#he took them online. he never was able to warm up to people the same way. he used to be so full of life. now he just wanted to be left alone#he studied English. never finished his degree. doesnât look like he ever will now. he canât go back to Laura and his shared home.#canât bare to see another shell of a home#he vents to the vacant audience of Peter and his cold fixed eyes#Derek leaves. he wants to promise heâll return soon#but promises feel costly these days#he decides to go back to the reserve. maybe he can find some clue as to what happened to Laura#someone lured her here. someone who knew them and their history here#his mind went to the worst. Kate. why would she go through the trouble six years later. why wait so long.#Derek couldnât stomach the thought of facing her. he focused on the woods. the scents were all over the place.#clearly multiple people had been through here recently. two scents were much stronger. Derek follows them#but when he hears the crunch of leaves he realizes why the scents are so strong. theyâre still here#he ducks behind some trees. listening in on their conversation. but an echo of their scent catches his attention#he spots an inhaler on the ground. he puts two and two together and swipes it from the leaves.#he comes out once theyâre closer. tossing over the inhaler- he figures theyâll leave. dumb kids messing around in the woods#he reminds them this is private property. though that may not be true anymore. he recognizes the scent of a new beta. interesting.
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#okay i actually want to rant a bit đ - not advised to read this because then you might get brain damage#because oh my god??????? weird#(was going to write an entire diary but nvm hereâs the gist of it)#basically i was coming home from this chem thing right#i used the train as i always do when it comes to this. and because the new station just got a shiny renovation it is now connected to the#new mall in front of it (we have two now itâs an addition to the first one). and guess what đ#i had to go in and get to the first mall because my dad said heâd just pick me up at the lobby instead of the bus stop in front of#the station entrance right.#and when i was on the elevator going up on a call with my mom about food orders đ#the guy i used to have a very very VERY heavy crush on in middle grade got to the elevator leading down just as i was on the landing đđ#and i had to make sure i wasnât hallucinating so as he was descending and his back turned to me i examined the back of his head and iâm#pretty sure it was him. curiosity killed the cat i shouldâve remembered that shit because you know what my stupid ass did??#i was already walking away on my way to cross to the first mall but then that curiosity got the better off me and i steppedonto the elevato#leading down đ and followed him out into (apparently) the fucking bus stop#oh my goddd I JUST REALIZED this is my the one moment help#except i donât think he recognized me because i was never even friends with him lmao. wrote tons of poetry about him â
#actually had one proper conversation with him â#i was delusional and kept alone with my thoughts living in my head do not judge me#but seriously even though i donât really care about him anymore this wouldâve been (unfortunately) SUPER important to middle grade me#she wouldâve taken it as a sign or something and write like five pages about it#and i just keep thinking about that#funny how things change because IF YOU KNEW how many credits and exaggerated compliments i gave him in my old journal#oh you wouldâve laugheddd#like i used to SPEND SO MUCH TIME pondering over him itâs so đ#i used to have an oc and i think i based it on my idea of him and then i think that idea of him was even the reason i started to TRY to#write poetically. and i used to relate every taylor swift love songs to him (esp the ones in debut lover and rep and fearless) IT WAS SO#FUNNY LOOKING BACK AT IT NOW#i think he did see me though. i put on this act as if i was searching for someone confused and then (my go to) pretended someone called me#and then i whisked off as if to find that someone#iâd like to think i look pretty cool though. not because of anything (def not my looks because i was SO TIRED from that extra chem lessons
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day 4 of my friend's girlfriend practically living in our house
#''day 4'' more like month 2 bc this. sudden 5th housemate situation began in november#her house is like 20 minutes away#if they feel the need to be with each other 24/7 can they at least do that at hers for once?#he used to be one of my closest friends but now the last proper full conversation i had with him was probably in like november#i literally live with him but i see him more at uni than i do at home and even then i only get to talk with him briefly#also i signed up to live in a house of 4 not 5 whY IS SHE ALWAYS HERE#even when he's not in the house she's still here?#she literally lives here now i can't deal with it anymore#me and another housemate had to have two separate chats with him about it last month but nothing's changed#and i don't wanna cause more drama by getting annoyed at him so i'm trying to be friendly to both of them#but idk how long it'll last#like surely the food in her fridge has gone off? i wonder if her housemates still talk to her bc i never see any of them together anymore#anyway#ramble
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summary: you and lando are blessed with a beautiful baby boy. content warning: fluff, humor, slightly suggestive at times, and mainly crack/shitpost energy. reader owns & works in her bakery in monaco. images used are not mine. pairing: lando norris x fem!black!reader (& platonic oscar pastry) genre: smau & written fic combination (it's a longgg one)
author's notes: y'all i'm warning you i took it too far this time. it's long aslllll. but it might be the best thing i've ever offered to f1 tumblr in my entire career.
grab a snack, drink, and tuck yourself into a comfortable position xxx
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imessage ⢠preseason 2023
Thatâs how you find yourself outside of the MTC in the mid-morning two days later. Youâre mildlyâŚexhausted, after commandeering the kitchen in Landoâs Silverstone flat to make a sickening amount of banana bread to feed all of McLaren. After tipping your Uber to the MTC double what the ride costs (for allowing you to stuff his car with a hundred pounds of your decadent treat and helping you unload them into the lobby), youâre greeted with warm welcomes and hungry eyes from the staff. Eager to eat, theyâre quick to find you a couple of carts to help you move all the banana bread to the communal area. Youâre walking backward to make sure none of your sliced loaves fall, smiling with all the workers as they follow you through the building. Setting up shop, you hand out your sliced banana bread, chatting and catching up with everyone as they sing praises over your sweet treat. Word travels around the MTC quickly when it comes to you bringing baked goods and it comes as no surprise to you when you see a perplexed and overwhelmed Oscar Piastri join the line. Youâre bursting with excitement and anticipation by the time heâs picking up his slice.
âThank you for the banana bread,â Oscar expresses softly, his smile boxy.
âOh, of course,â you dismiss his gratitude lightly, struggling to keep your cuteness aggression at bay, âIâve been doing this for the factory since Lando joinedâand I figured it would be a good welcoming gift for you!â
âWaitâare you Landoâs girlfriend?â Oscar chokes on his bite of bread.
You rush forward to pat his back, ordering for someone to get him a glass of water; you would hate to be responsible for the death of Mclarenâs rookie driver. When his airways are cleared, you exchange proper greetings and you are quick to make sure Lando has been treating him well.Â
âHonestly, I shouldâve known it was youâ Oscar chuckles, âLando cannot stop talking about you. Zak had to establish a rule that only allowed him to mention you two times an hour.â
âThat must have been rough for him,â you snort dryly, âthe rule was five times an hour last year. Anyways, Oscarâwho do you main on Mario Kart? This could make or break our friendship.â
You find yourself enamored with Oscar as the conversation goes on. He stands and keeps you company as you continue to hand out banana bread. Itâs mostly you doing the talking; Oscarâs quiet, a man of few words but he listens well. He has a sarcastic sense of humor that is similar to Landoâs yet completely different: Landoâs jokes are loud, Oscarâs are hushed. Heâs humble, shy even, flustering when you lightly tease him. Youâre well past having Oscar as your friendâyouâre convinced that heâs achieved little brother or son status.
âBanana Bread!â Zak shouts as he walks up to the two of you, Lando at his side, âPlease tell me this is your homemade version?â
âI would never settle for store-bought banana bread,â you gasp dramatically, âItâs homemade as always, Zak. This time I did my grandmotherâs recipe instead of my own.â
The CEO practically jumps with glee and rushes to grab a couple of slicesâheâs only had this version of the dessert once, and swore it changed his life. Lando walks to you, pressing a kiss to your temple before nodding at Oscar.
âWhat do you think, love, âLando hums to you softly, âDid he pass the test?â
You blink up at him and whisper, âI invited him over for dinner tonightâdo you think we can use one of the printers here to print out adoption forms?â
bahrain ⢠2023
After qualifying, it felt like you and Zak were the only people in the garage who remained optimistic for race day. Lando was less than pleased with placing 11th; he parroted words of positivity and hope for improvement but in the privacy of your hotel room he crumbled. He buried his face in your neck muffling just how low his expectations for this season are. You tried to convince him it was too early in the seasonâthe first race weekendâto make that decision but, he was too in his feelings to see reason.Â
Oscar was disappointed in himself for placing 18th. When he took off his helmet after returning to the garage, you could see the doubt in his skills lingering through his eyes. You pulled him to sit with you as you continued to wait for the second session to begin and gently reassured him that this wasnât an accurate representation of his skills; Formula One is a massive change from Formula Two. Oscar nodded at your reassurance but you could tell he was still freshly in shock at his âterribleâ performance so your logical advice wasnât believed.Â
On race day, however, you found your positivity dip as well. Oscar DNFâd on lap 13 and rage filled the spot that optimism used to inhabit. The Australian was handling his retirement better than you were; he brushed off everybodyâs apologies and went straight to reviewing his data and watching Landoâs raceâyou, however, wanted to snap at any of his mechanics that walked by. It wasnât like Landoâs race was any better if you could call what he was doing a race. Slow pit stops, six pit stops at that, the fast lap gamble failure, finishing last, and being two laps down from the race leaderâŚZak took one glance at you and quickly made himself scarce.
You rode back with both of the boys to the hotel and nearly cried for them with how down the mood was. On the walk to your rooms, Oscar attempted to exchange goodbyes with you and Lando before you cut him off.
âUh-uh, nope,â you shook your head, âI pre-ordered dinner for us. Come eat?â
Oscar stuttered, âO-oh? I donât want to intrudeââ
âOscar Jack Piastri,â both he and Lando winced at the sound of his full name, âIâm not going to let either one of you go to bed on an empty stomach. Youâre going to eat dinner with me and Lan and youâre going to drink several glasses of water so I can make sure youâre properly rehydrated. Understood?â
âI would love to have dinner with you guys,â Oscar blinked at you in fear, âAlso, how do you know my middle name?â
You laughed as you unlocked the door, holding it open for both of the boys as you walked in, âI had a wonderful conversation with your mother, of course.â
âWhen did you meet my mom?!â
australia ⢠2023
You were on the edge of losing your voice as you screamed and cheered with Nicole Piastri and Adam Norris for both of the McLaren boys and their double points finishes. The two drivers finishing in the midfield felt like the team had figured something out for Oscarâs home race (if you ignored how almost half of the drivers retired their cars). The Piastriâs invited everyone to a local restaurant to celebrate Oscarâs first points in Formula One, but before you and Lando headed out, the two of you nearly lost your minds.
The two of you forced him to pose with his car and take several pictures with it, strongly suggesting that he smiles big and wide for the camera. Fernando and Lewis walked by and burst into laughter, claiming that you and Lando were treating Oscar like a child. So, obviously, the two of you committed to the bit. You guys cooed and called Oscarâs name, clapping and jumping to pretend like he was a toddler whose attention needed to be grabbed to have him look at the camera. The rookie cringed in embarrassment, cheeks burning red as he tried to convince you guys to stop making a fuss over him.
Lando gasped, sickened at Oscarâs words, âOscar! How could you say such a thing to your mother and me? We only want to celebrate our boy!â
You nodded furiously in agreement, nearly breaking character at the dumbfounded look that rose to the Australianâs face.
âWhat the fuck,â Oscar blurted out, yet he continued to smile for your camera.
âOh my god!â You said appalled, âLando did you teach our son that foul language?! I told you not to curse in front of the baby!â
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bakewithyn: happy birthday oscar 𼳠thereâs no birthday gift like scoring your FIRST EVER POINTS in f1 at your HOME race but !!! iâm super happyyy you enjoyed the đ¨ cookies i made for you (lando helped ig đ) đ¤đ¤đ¤
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đ yninstagram ps! these are limited edition cookies at my bakery for oscar piastri day!!! first come first serve until sell out! all proceeds go to the australian koala foundation as it was oscarâs personal request đ
⼠user charitable king shit fr đ
⼠user FUCK i wish i was rich enough to visit/live in monaco
⼠user don't worry, they're nearly sold out already and the bakery opened three hours ago !!!!
nicolepiastri these were so tasty! i wish i had your baking skills
⼠yninstagram tysm mama piastri !!! i'm blushing
⼠user mama piastri???? im crying
user the koala photo with the bow đŠ
âĽuser what r u talking about?? i only see a picture of oscar with a bow?
⼠user fr i only see oscar đľâđŤ
user "lando helped ig" what did he do? look pretty the entire time you baked LMAO
⼠landonorris actually i was allowed to put the ingredients in the bowls AND preheat the oven too đ¤
⼠landonorris and i always look pretty wtf
⼠user omg...yn gave him the toddler tasks đđđ
oscarpiastri the cookies were so good! they nearly tasted better than my first points felt
⼠yninstagram omg high praise from the man himself đ¤Ż
⼠oscarpiastri had to fight my sisters to make sure they didn't only leave me with crumbs
⼠user oh i understand that eldest sibling battle
⼠user my little sisters bite i think they have rabies
⼠user oh what a shame. euthanasia is an option đ¤
miami ⢠2023
The energy after Miami was rightfully terrible. The car is shit; Lando lost a position from where he qualified to make him P17 and Oscar maintained his P19. Itâs hot, and humid, and everyone in the garage is miserable. McLaren is a family. When the boys donât do good, everybody understands and feels their pain. Nobody likes seeing the boys with frowns on their lips and sadness in their eyes, but itâs becoming a usual appearance during this season. So to turn those frowns upside down, you went on a hunt for some cold treats. You got Lando a frozen lemonade and Oscar an ice cream sandwichâitâs a safe choice, you hadnât necessarily thought about asking him what kind of ice cream he prefers.Â
You found Oscar staring at the wall, eyes focused forward but his mind somewhere else. You tapped him gently on the shoulder, offering him a small smile when he looked at you. He tried to offer you a smile of his own but couldnât manage to hold it for more than a couple seconds. You presented the ice cream sandwich to him and he looked at you in surprise, as if he couldnât believe you would give it to him.
âF-for,â his voice cracks awkwardly, âFor me?â
You hummed, ruffling his hair and taking a seat on the couch next to him, âNo, for the King of England. Yesâfor you Oscar.â
He thanked you shyly and quickly began to unwrap the packaging, munching away happily. You took a second to text Lando your location and inform him of the frozen lemonade waiting for him, and when you turned to look back at Oscarâthe kid was a mess. He wasnât even a quarter of the way through the dessert sandwich and youâre convinced he managed to spill more of it than he ingested. The ice cream was painted across the lower half of his face and dripping down his handsâyou caught a drop of it with a napkin before it fell and stained his shirt.
âJesus, Oscar!â you scolded him, âI look away for two seconds and you make a mess!â
Oscar shrugged at you, feigning innocence, but you saw the staple redness of embarrassment begin to tint his chubby cheeks. You snapped your fingers in remembrance before you moved to rifle through your purse, Oscar staring at you with wide eyes as he continued to snack away. You exclaimed in delight, showing off a pair of wet wipes you remembered to bring with you. Oscar accepted the offered wipes and you watched carefully to make sure he removed all the smudges of ice cream from his hands and face.
âHi, lovely girl,â Lando approached you, throwing himself onto the sofa next to you. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and temple before grabbing his now lemonade slushy and taking a look at Oscar.
âWoah, mate,â Lando teased, âDid you lose in a fight against the ice cream sandwich?â
Oscar rolled his eyes and ignored Lando as he finished cleaning up. Once he was done, you gathered all of the dirty wipes on the table to be thrown away. You and Lando both watched Oscar as he ate the rest of his snack in fear of another mess occurringâand, then you had a bright idea. Leaning forward, you took a dry napkin and tucked it into the collar of his McLaren polo, creating a makeshift bib.Â
âLando, remind me to get our son ice cream in a cup from now on!â
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landonorris: does it still count as a date night if your boy and his best friend are building legos in the next roomđ¤¨
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user "your boy" WTF DOES THAT MEAN âźď¸âźď¸âźď¸
user they're building legos before the race weekend starts đ¤§
user has oscar been staying with lando since last week?
⼠user i thought he was just sleeping over for one night đ§
adamnorris does this make me a grandfather?
⼠user what the hell is happening
⼠landonorris um? surprise haha đ
bakewithyn it's a great date night! it's comforting knowing ozzy's in the next room over
⼠bakewithyn i have separation anxiety :)
⼠landonorris me too omg this was my best idea ever
⼠user this is like a reverse 13th reason- it's like my 1st reason i'm glad to be alive
⼠user ozzy đŤ
landonorris logan and osc just went silent. chat, should i be worried?
⼠user i'll bet my life savings that one of them has a lego shoved up their nose đŹ
⼠user when kids go quiet it's never good !!!!
qatar ⢠2023
You cried an embarrassing amount of times this weekend. Your son won his first sprint race in his Formula One career, and his fatherâyour boyfriendâwas up there on the podium with him to celebrate. It seems like you have to make another special dessert for your bakery to celebrate both of your boys, but you can worry about brainstorming ideas when you stop crying into Andrea Stellaâs shoulder in the middle of the pit lane. Youâre sure that your face will be posted all over Twitter in a couple of hours.
A part of you wished that Lando had won the sprint race, just as he probably wanted the same thing. But, as both of you made eye contact with each other over Oscarâs head, the Australian rambling endlessly as he hugged his trophy on your hotel room floor, both of you knew that there was no better outcome this weekend than Oscar getting a taste of victory. Landoâs win will come in due time. A P2, P3 finish on Sunday was just the proof everyone needed of McLarenâs improvement and the threat they may pose to Red Bull next year.Â
são paulo ⢠2023
You had the Grand Prix playing on your phone as you did some prep work for the bakery. The race ended and you couldnât help but feel happy, yet relieved for the race to be over for different reasons. Lando had a wonderful drive today, and Oscar had the opposite; you were just glad it wasnât a DNF for him.
You had only just begun wiping down the counters when the sound of the post-race show is interrupted by the ringtone you have set for Oscar. You paused quickly, scooping your phone up to answer.
âHi, Ozzy,â you cooed gently, âHow are you feeling? Sorry about your race buddy, that was unfortunate.â
âIt happens, I guess. I feel like shit, mostly. Like I let the team down.â
âNo way, Oscar! Youâre not letting anybody down. Your race result today wasnât the result of your skills, it was the result of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a racing incident. If anybody tells you differently, let me know. Iâll rip their vocal cords out.â
Oscarâs laugh crackled through the receiver. âYes, mum. Iâll let you know. I really want some of your chocolate chip cookies, theyâre the perfect bad race remedy.â
âWell, Iâm flying out in a few hours to meet you guys in Brazil so I can celebrate Landoâsâsorry, excuse meâyour fatherâs birthday with him. I think there may be some time for me in my schedule to make some cookies with you.â
âReally? We should make some for Lando too! Wait, before you leave, I left his birthday giftââ
ââIn our apartment, I remember! I already packed it in my luggage, I wouldnât forget.â
âYouâre the best, seriously.â
âMhm, I know. Also, we should share some of these cookies with Charles too, his radio message made me cry.â
âOkay, he can have one cookie.â
âOscar Jack,â you said dryly.
âYes, sharing is caring or whatever. He can have like...two.â
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bakewithyn: happy birthday to lando norris. he's a pretty cool guy, a great dad, and the perfect boyfriend. love you lots, baby, and i'll love you forever xxx
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user wait is this a pregnancy announcement đ¨
user this is giving engagement reveal
charlesleclerc bro. if i didn't know you guys i would think your caption was serious đŁ
⼠bakewithyn get pranked LOL XD
⼠user oh i feel like i just got catfished
⼠user wait so lando didn't propose nor did he put a baby in her đ
⼠user I WANTED A BABY NORRIS
⼠user oscar exists? he's literally their child
oscarpiastri no fr i thought i was about to learn i had a sibling otw from this post
⼠bakewithyn ozzy we would've told you???
⼠landonorris you literally bought the card for me
⼠oscarpiastri a boy can hope for a younger sibling can he not :(
⼠bakewithyn so close đ no you can't! hope that helps xo
⼠landonorris sorry osc, it's your mum's decision đ¤ˇââď¸
⼠user does this mean lando wants an actual kid
mclaren admin was terrified ngl đ
⼠mclaren i thought you really posted an engagement and pregnancy reveal without letting me know đ
⼠landonorris sorry admin, i'll keep you in the loop in the future
⼠user landoyn engagement soon??????
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miami ⢠2024
Lando had you pinned to the wall in his driver's room, with his hands tangled in your curls and his mouth devouring yours. Your moans are muffled into his lips as you grind against his thigh. You tried to multitask, struggling to pull his driverâs suit down. Lando lifted you slightly, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist and neither of you cared to pull away at the sound of your foot hitting his P1 trophy and knocking it over. One of his hands fell from your hair to grasp at the smooth brown skin of your neck, his palm acting as a warm weighted choker on your throat and you broke away from the kiss to moan.Â
âFuck, Landoâget naked,â you whined desperately, âwe donât have much time for you to tease me right now!â
Lando laughed as he moved to press kisses along your jawline and behind your ear. You felt his lips part on your skin, his breath ghosting over you causing goosebumps to rise, but itâs not his voice you hear.
âLando, they need us for picturesâOH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK,â yelped Oscar, the sound of his hand smacking over his eyes reverberating around the room.
You shrieked in surprise, pushing your boyfriend away from you as you speedily readjusted your clothes. Lando positioned himself in front of you, his back facing you allowing you a little more privacy as he speedily fixed his suit around his waist.
âLearn how to knock, kid,â Lando huffed, no shame found in his words, âYou interrupted my winning celebration.â
You screamed in dismay, slapping the back of Landoâs head and Oscar began to stumble out of the room, bumping into the doorframe as he still covered his eyes.
âYeah, knock in the future, I understand,â Oscar sounds like heâs about to cry, âI feel like I just saw my mum and dad having sex!â
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bakewithyn: LOOK AT MY SON đĽşđĽş PRIDE IS NOT THE WORD IM LOOKING FOR đŁď¸đŁď¸đđ (happy mother's day to all the beautiful mamas x)
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oscarpiastri did dad get you anything đ
⼠user đđđ
⼠landonorris well i would've if SOMEBODY told me we were celebrating this year đ¤Źđ¤Źđ¤Źđ¤Ź
⼠oscarpiastri i didn't know i *had* to tell you
⼠user wowwwww lando
⼠user shameful honestly đ
markwebber happy milf day
⼠markwebber *mother's day sorry typo
⼠bakewithyn what the fuck â ď¸â ď¸â ď¸
⼠user that was not a typo mark
⼠user sir u are not slick LMAO
⼠bakewithyn i mean...oscar wouldn't mind a step dad, his fatther didn't get me anything today :(
⼠landonorris AYO BABY PLEASE đ§ââď¸
oscarpiastri you know what would be an even better mother's day gift? getting a puppy đ¤
⼠bakewithyn we are not getting a puppy ozzy.
⼠landonorris should've clued me in osc i might've convinced her for you
⼠oscarpiastri :[
monaco ⢠2024
Youâre about to crash THE FUCK out. At first, it was a little half-joke. Oscarâs home race in Australia, his 1/16th home race in China, and his 3/16th home race in Italy. You originally thought his tweet about âsearching for his Monegasque rootsâ was cute, but you didnât expect Charles Marc Herve Perceval (Demon Spawn) Leclerc to step into your playing field.
Who the hell does he think he is? Offering to adopt your son? And, Oscar is going along with it? And, the Miami Grand Prix account making a âCertificate of Adoption?â You started to like Miami after Lando won there; and now theyâve betrayed you. Every fan jumped on the bandwagon, thinking that this was the most adorable thing to happen. Like Oscar hasnât been your child the minute he stepped foot into the MTC in Silverstone. Like he didnât give you a Motherâs Day present? The Monegasques have some nerve; you were close with Charles and Alex but, now theyâve encroached on your and Landoâs territory. Youâre committing several murders today.Â
You laughed hysterically when Oscar joined Lando and you for lunch, mentioning that Charles and Alex invited him to eat with the rest of the Leclercs at family dinner after qualifying. You agreed to let him but not without making sure Charles and Alex are qualified for the job. Lando also cornered you in the kitchen and persuaded you to allow Oscar to go; swaying you with the idea of a real date night. You never realized just how much time you guys spend with your son. Whenâs the last time you guys had a break from being âmum and dad?" It was an appealing offer, but you were serious about clarifying expectations to the thieving couple.
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landonorris: father's day done right. my child and his mother made a cake for me, family photo slide two, and my son slide three. what more can a man want.
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⼠landonorris it was perfect, seriously
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Platonic Yan!Batfam X dazai!GNreader X Yandere DC
Mix of neglected batfam and based of port mafia dazai with a small slice of ada dazai
Forgotten child
Pro. (You are here) Ch.1 Ch.2
A bastard is what you are
You were a result of a one night stand between Bruce Wayne and your mother who you donât or will ever know the name of.
Howâd you know his your father? A simple DNA test.
Who wouldâve thought that a child of a billionaire Bruce Wayne would ended up in the mafia.
As much as you want to know more about your mother, it was quickly dialed down by one sentence.
âTraitors doesnât deserve to have their name pass downâ
Mori isnât really the best person to look up to
You were at the very least 5 or older when the GCPD took you away, you donât remember.
Alfred was the one who pick you up from the investigation.
He remembers that day as if it was yesterday.
You, a malnourished child who stayed still, staring into the darkness with no light in their eyes, bandages covering you.
It was a pity sight.
A few calling of your name to realized it time to go to your new âhomeâ
You move as if youâre not even human, instead a doll who was abandoned and left to rot.
With what left of your belongings, if you even had any, Alfred with his gentle nature guided you to the car.
You didnât even made a breathing sound, only blinking and constant fidgeting to your doll.
He tried his best to struck up a conversation with you, such as âhow are you?â Yet only to be replied back with either a deafening silence or words barely above a whisper.
You were a child yet have suffered so much beyond to see the light of hope.
Only when youâve arrived at the manor is when you started clinging more to him. Maybe it your nature as a child to be nervous to go to your new home.
With what left of your innocence, you looked up to him with a pleading look , âdonâtâŚ. Donât let go pleaseâŚ.â
Your voice was hoarse and dehydrated but it still sounded as if you were afraid of being left alone.
Probably the effect of losing the only person whom you know and trust.
When you cling onto him is when he took note of your entire appearance.
Yes you were covered in bandages but those bandages were not only dirty but also covered in red streaks of blood and was layered below the fresh white one.
Your clothes had some torn at end, hair being messy and full of knots, sections of your skin having bruises.
Alfred was more than ready to hold your hand while guiding you to wherever you two go together.
Yes the absent of your family saddened you but Alfred company was what you wanted.
You didnât care for the others, not when they ignore you 90% of the time and not when Alfred is there with whenever he has the chance.
In your mind, Bruce Wayne is not your father no, instead it was Alfred Pennyworth.
But even that doesnât stop you from being what you are now.
Bruce Wayne, the man who is your supposed father. Do you hate him? Not really.
You canât really hate a man you barely know your whole life.
And it wasnât hard to learn what does he do for a living other than being a man whore.
He bare- actually never even had a proper conversation that lasted more than 3 seconds.
The dude didnât even notice the increasing amount of bandages when you first stared in the port mafia.
Richard Grayson, the second person to talk to you after Alfred. Do you also hate him? A mix feeling really.
You know about him more than you know about Bruce, on what he doing when heâs Nightwing, what heâs favourite food, and just the minimalist stuff.
You donât exactly have the right feeling to describe your relationship with him.
Do you talk? Barely. Do you have a proper conversation? Never. Spend time together? Nope.
In short, you donât think the two of you are fitted to be considered siblings.
Jason Todd, was probably the closest to you.
You saw him being taken in as a robin and died as a robin.
Yes you two mocked eachother in terms of whatever you can remember but at the very least there was interactions between the two of you in comparison to the others.
As much as you hated it, you did infact miss his presence when he died.
Timothy Drake was the most distant than all of them combine. The two of you didnât have a single conversation or even a single sentence to eachother.
You knew well heâs a fan of Batman and probably didnât even knew you existed or just didnât care since youâre not one of the vigilante.
Not that you care, you never identify yourself as a Wayne anyway
Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown and Barbara GordonâŚâŚ how should you describe themâŚ.
Just like Tim, you donât exist in their world, but instead a background character.
You were sure that they canât even remember your name properly without mispronouncing.
But You do sure as hell do love it when youâre given a nickname by someone
Last of all, Your half Brother. Damian Wayne, as much as the two of you barely talk, the first meeting wasnât very welcoming.
Almost being impaled doesnât give out a nice first impression after all.
You mostly try your best to ignore the insults and the degrading words from him.
The little kid barely met you yet for some reason hold a deep hatred for you like you did something illegal.
Youâre currently standing in front of a graveâŚ.. someone who was there to take care of you in the port mafia.
You stare blankly at the grave, not knowing what to do, wether to breakdown and cry or to leave it alone.
You were trembling, sweating and on the verge of actually breaking down yet something is holding you back.
Oda Sakunosuke
Your father figure after Alfred is dead.
Ango is right by your side trying his best to comfort you.
As much as you were a demon prodigy, he knew that deep down thereâs a child whoâs unable to act like one.
You shrugged him off before walking away to do a phone call.
âAlfredâŚ.? I know itâs a sudden butâŚ. Please clean up my roomâŚâŚ I no longer staying at the manor from now onâ
You try your best to held in your tears but your voice betrays you, and Alfred knows that.
He swallow a lump in his throat before replying, âdonât worry Master [N], I understand. But do please remember that I will always be there to welcome youâ
He was the only one who knows about your work in the Port Mafia and the only one who you trusted to told it too.
He knows about the people you met and the people who you befriended.
He understands how a death of one of them can put you on the verge of losing what left in your humanity and to live.
And he knows that the death of your second father figure can cause you distorted in many ways.
Inspired by @-acid-ixx again & again series and @-marcyvampire silly little bat.
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Wait until you like me again - 18+
See part 1 | Part 2 of We can't be friends (wait for your love) | See part 3
The decision to resign puts a lot of weight on your shoulders. A takedown gone wrong makes it the least of anyone's concerns, especially Spencerâs. Youâre not willing to let him back in; it feels too little, too late.
Spencer Reid X Fem! Reader
DISCLAIMER This story is NSFW and contains graphic depictions. It is intended for mature audiences only, minors do not interact! You are responsible for the content you consume. Make sure to read all necessary warnings. Please remember this is a work of fiction; if you donât like it, donât read. Part 2 was highly requested and Iâm sorry itâs taken so long to finish.
WARNING Panic attack mentioned, slight PTSD depictions, drugs (GHB), Case details (very poorly thought out). Violence: canon typical - strangulation, drugging, guns/gunshots. Proceed at your own risk.
Word count: 10.3K See notes at end for authors note & spoilers.
The most annoying part about making a decision in haste is the clarity of the situation when the dust settles. Itâd taken Hotch just over two minutes to message you after youâd sent your email.Â
From: Boss Man đś đ My office, first thing tomorrow.Â
You didnât take into account that youâd have to explain your sudden resignation to your unit chief, or that youâd need to think of a good enough goodbye to lessen the hurt of abandoning your friends. These are people you consider your found family; youâre leaving behind years worth of bonds with no proper warning or closure, in a measly few weeks. Your reasoning had to be good enough to convince them that this was for the best.Â
To convince you that this was for the best.Â
Youâd spent the whole night in tears, racking your brain for an excuse, because âthe person you care most about in this world and unrequited love of your life telling you that he didnât want to see your face was a pathetic reason for discarding your lifeâs work. No matter how hard you tried, you couldnât think of adequate justification. Even as the sun rose and you made your way through your pre-work routine, nothing came to mind.Â
âYou canât love me.â
Any time you tried to conjure up a defence your thoughts would wander back to Spencer. Too many words had been exchanged between you and your former best friend in the span of four months and not a single one of them properly explained why he was so butt-hurt. He loves you too much, but doesnât want you to love him? Thatâs your understanding, at least.Â
âPlease donât come back here. Itâs hard enough at work, I donât want to see your face in my personal time too.âÂ
Since youâd left his apartment the previous night, youâd been cycling through all the stages of grief in record time. Spencer once told you that people tend to remember more negative memories than positive. He was right. You couldnât recall a lot of your happier memories with him. All you could think about was the two conversations where heâd hurt you in ways you never imagined he would.Â
Youâre not sure exactly what part of you snapped at that moment, all you knew was that you were done making him the centre of your universe. Spencer Reid played no part in your decisions moving forward. He was not the reason for your departure with the BAU, a lie you made sure to relay to Hotch during your meeting with him.
âIâm just surprised, thatâs all. Where is this even coming from?â He inquired from across you, hands folded neatly against his desk.
âI just think itâs time for me to try new things, you know?â It was a pathetic excuse, but less pathetic than the actual reasoning.Â
âI try not to interfere with the personal lives of the team, but this is just soâŚsudden. I have to wonder if this has to do with Spencer?â
âThis has nothing to do with him.â You go out of your way to avoid saying his name, suspecting you might taste poison.Â
Hotchâs brow raises, as if his brain has been alerted to key information, head marginally tilting to the side like it does when he catches a lie. He doesnât say anything, eyes narrowing in on you in stoic fashion. You feel like a petulant child thatâs about to receive a scolding from their father.Â
âHonâHonestlyâŚHotch, I justââ
Three rapid knocks cut you off, the door to the office swinging open without waiting for a reply.Â
âSir, Hello, Iâm sorry to interrupt but itâs an emergency. That case we were consulting on for Anchorage PD?â Garcia bursts into the room, slightly discoloured and more panicked than normal. âWell, five more bodies were discovered. Two of them pre-date who we initially thought was the first victim.â
âGarcia, tell everybody to meet on the jet ASAP. Weâll debrief on the flight.â Hotch orders abruptly standing from his seat. âYou and I can finish this meeting later. This case is now our top priority, wheels up.âÂ
Emily, Rossi and Derek were already in their seats when you boarded. You secured your go bag in one of the overhead compartments and temporarily took a seat next to Derek.Â
âHow bad do you think this one is gonna be?â Derek sighs, dreading the horrors that await your arrival.Â
âWeâre up to thirty six bodies and counting. Whoever this unsub is, theyâve been at it a while. So, bad.â You answer honestly.Â
âSpeaking of bad, is everything okay?â
âThat was not even remotely smooth.â You scoff.Â
âIâm just asking as a concerned friend.â He shoots his hands up in defence.
âWhat happened to the days where we at least tried to mind our business. You know, at least asked each other about our weekend plans before jumping into interrogation mode.â You roll your eyes and smirk.Â
âHeyyy, woahâ no oneâs interrogating anyone.â Derek chuckles. âWhat are your plans for the weekend?â
It wasnât long before everybody had made their way on the jet, Spencer being the last one. You didnât notice his arrival, too engulfed in your conversation. He definitely noticed you though. The sound of your giggles caught his attention the second he was in ear shot. He didnât like how warm he felt at the sight of your smiling face. What he disliked more was that he could instantly tell that it wasnât a genuine smile.Â
He quietly made his way to his self assigned seat on the couch, trying his hardest to focus on anything but you. Every laugh that Morgan coaxed out of you bothered him. Spencerâs agony only ended once the jet had successfully taken off.Â
âAlright letâs get started.â Hotch declared and everybody moved to gather around.Â
With all the details laid out by Garcia through the monitor, everybody began stating facts and suggestions. You wrapped up soon enough and retreated to an isolated seat in the back of the jet. It was an almost eight hour flight, seven of which you were planning to use to come up with a solid plan to announce your departure. Life always has to throw a wrench in your plans though, because the lack of sleep from the night before caught up to you and you dozed off almost immediately. Had you any energy left in your body, you might have been privy to the eyes that were on you.Â
âShe didnât say anything as to what the meeting was about?â JJ hushedly pries from her raven haired co worker in the cramped kitchenette. Â
âNo, but Garcia said that âthe air in his office was really tenseâ.â Emily relays, her fingers mimicking quotation marks. âDid Hotch say anything?â
âNo. He just gave me his usual dry look and told me to focus on the case.â JJ rolls her eyes at the thought and leans back against the counter.Â
Despite being the FBIâs most decorated task force, the agents of the BAU werenât strangers to workplace gossip. Youâd just entered the bullpen this morning when Hotch frantically summoned you to his office, not even giving you time to set your things down at your desk. Witnessing the events sparked a guessing game sparked amongst the team.Â
âIs it something we should know about?â Sitting across from Hotch, even Rossi succumbed to his curiosity.Â
âDave youâre not normally one to pry.â Hotch smirks, keeping his eyes on the case-file laid out in front of him.Â
âNo Iâm not. But with the events of the past few months...â Rossi sips his coffee, staring at his younger superior expectantly. â...thereâs been some talk Aaron.â
âTalk?â Hotch meets Rossiâs eyes.
âMhm.â Rossi nods. âApparently youâre transferring one of our two youngest members because they havenât been able to put their differences aside.â
âIâm not transferring anyone. Where did this come from?â The alarm in his tone makes Rossi snicker.
âOffice drama. You know how it is. And while you may not be transferring anybody,â he sets his mug down and looks towards where youâre sound asleep. âIâm guessing somebody is leaving. Hence this morning's meeting.â
âWeâre not supposed to profile each other, you know.â Hotch sighs. âIâd appreciate it if you could keep this contained. I havenât had a chance to properly discuss this with her yet and I think sheâd prefer to break the news herself.âÂ
As you had predicted the case was by no means an easy one. On the first day everybody was split into groups to follow up with the M.E, victimsâ families and examine the crime scenes. All the evidence and information gathered wasnât enough to narrow the profile any more than the generic: male, mid thirties to early forties, hates women. You were now three days in with no viable leads.Â
You were especially frustrated because you felt that you werenât working as well as you could. The stress of your announcement was taking its toll, you were unable to properly converse with your team out of guilt. Hotch sent everyone back to their hotel rooms with the idea that you would start fresh tomorrow. Normally you would room with Spencer, but lately JJ and Emily have been taking turns rooming with both of you. This time you were with Emily.
âI think this may be the first night weâve gotten to turn in early.â Emily yawns as she dramatically stretches her limbs.
âIâm just glad we got to turn in at all, for a while there it looked like we may have to pull another all nighter.â You force a giggle, exasperated. Â
âYou okay?â She doesnât miss a beat, taking the opportunity to ask about your uneasiness.Â
âYeah, fine.â You smile, but it doesnât quite reach your eyes.Â
âYouâre going to snap at some point, you know?â She examines your closed off posture, trying to figure out a way to get you to open up. âSomethingâs clearly wrong. Talk to me.â
âWeâre all on edge right now. Itâs this case.â You hope that youâre being convincing enough.Â
âIt's more than that. Youâve been distant from everybody.â Emily briefly thought back to the Ian Doyle debacle, recognising all the signs of somebody preparing to run away at any given moment.Â
âIâm aware that Iâm not working to my full potentialââ
âThatâs not what I mean and you know that.â She steps closer to you. âI canât force you to tell me whateverâs actually on your mind, but I would really appreciate it if you would. I hate seeing you soâŚdetached. Not just from us, but from yourself.â
Itâs the empathy in her voice instead of the usual sympathy that finally cracks you. Tears pool your eyes and you sink to the floor. Emily sits down next to you without a word. She tries to pull you in for a hug but you push away.Â
âPlease donât.â You sob. âIâm sorry.â
She squeezes your knee to relay that she understands and retracts her hand. Your discomfort with physical touch was another thing you had in common with Spencer. It was just a personal preference for you, unlike his germophobia. He was the only person you were actually comfortable with in terms of touch, but you couldnât fault others for not respecting that boundary when youâd never verbalised it.Â
âIâve been trying to figure out the right way to tell you guys, but I donât think thereâs any way this gets easier.â You recompose yourself after a moment. âIâm, um, leaving.â
You expect her to get upset with you, but find her unfazed.Â
âYou donât look surprised.âÂ
âWell itâs not entirely surprising. I mean given everything thatâs happened.âÂ
âSo youâre not mad?â
âWhy would I be mad?â She leans back with her mouth slightly open.Â
âBecause I feel like Iâm abandoning you guys.â You heavily exhale.Â
âYouâre not abandoning us. Youâre doing what you feel is right for you. I mean, am I happy about it? Definitely not. But I know better than anyone why you feel like you need to do this. And itâs not a decision you have to justify to anybody.â Emily reassures you.Â
âHow do I tell everybody else?â You push for more advice.
âHowever you feel most comfortable doing it. It doesnât have to be some big announcement. You can casually break it to them whenever you get the opportunity. Theyâll understand.âÂ
âThank you, Em.â You genuinely smile this time, eternally grateful that sheâs managed to take some pressure off your shoulders.
âNow while youâre in a mood to shareâŚif you wanna talk about something elseââ She attempts one last time to get you to talk about Spencer, sensing that the mood lightened a bit.Â
âNice try.â You laugh as you rise to your feet, offering your arms out to her to help her stand.
The following two days were a lot easier on you, mentally. You took Emilyâs advice and disclosed your news individually to each team member, each of them more understanding than youâd anticipated. You were surprised to learn that Rossi was already aware, assuming that it came with being a profiler for as long as he had. Derek and JJ did try to talk you out of it initially, but accepted your decision in the end. You still had to talk about this with Garcia, but felt a lot more at ease with mostly everybody knowing.
Except Spencer.
That thought lingered in the back of your mind. You still love him, itâs not something you can just turn off. You shake it off and divert your full attention to the case. Four more bodies had been discovered and with them, a new pattern to the killings. The unsub was devolving. You and Spencer were the only ones at the precinct when the last murder was called in. Meaning you were stuck working on the geographical profile with him while the others were out chasing new leads.Â
Realistically, only one of you was needed to build the profile and decided you were going to let him do it. You quietly sat in the furthest seat possible, trying to make yourself invisible and hoping that this would keep him busy enough to not talk to you. The whole week, you hadnât uttered a single word to him unless it was absolutely necessary for the case. It was as if he didnât exist, even if he was standing right infront of you. Spencer, on the other hand, spent the whole week prodding you for any reaction he could get. Anytime you made suggestions and he happened to be in the area, he tried to one up you.
At times it felt like he was purposely seeking you out, despite his brutal proclamation five days ago. Every attempt to rile you up failed. The most acknowledgement he got from you was a few scoffs and glares. He hadnât even realised he was doing it, until Derek asked him point blank what his problem was. He didnât have an answer, but now that he was aware of it he tried to go out of his way to avoid it.Â
That didnât last more than a few hours. The fact that he had to consciously avoid talking to you pissed him off, especially because he couldnât stop. You pretending like he didnât exist pissed him off even more. The one time he took his eyes off the board in front of him they landed on you. You were busy scribbling words in a file, trying to get a head start on your paperwork.Â
âDo you plan to help at all?â He sneers, noticing that you looked a lot more relaxed than you did at the start of the case.Â
You snap your head towards the board behind him. A rough venn diagram was drawn on a map of the city, small tacked notes labelling prominent buildings in the area.Â
âHow am I meant to help?â You question, darting your eyes between him and the board out of confusion.
âYouâre asking me how to do your job?â He taunts, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes.
You dramatically groan, throwing your head back.Â
Itâs hard to believe that heâs a man of logic in moments like these. There have been far too many in the last few months. You bounce off your seat and head over to the board. Spencer stays glued in his spot and your body accidentally brushes against his as you try to get past. He watches you take off some notes and add on new ones but doesnât register what youâre doing at first. Heâs too intoxicated by your scent. His hand runs through his hair as he steps back in an effort to regain his composure. His teeth grit and his jaw tenses momentarily, he hates that you have the ability to do this to him.Â
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â The pitch of his voice raises and his ears are burning.
âWhat do you mean?â You roll your eyes, shrugging your arms, sarcasm laced in your words.Â
âDonât try to act all dumb!â He berates, shaking his head.Â
âDonât try to act all smart.â Your eyes roll again. Spencer was slowly starting to wear down your apathy.Â
âI am smart.â He scoffs. Your blood boils, this trump card is becoming too repetitive.
âSavour that, itâs the one good thing youâve got going for you!â You finally snap.Â
âYouâre UNBELIEVABLE! The first time you bother to answer me all week and itâs just to argue?â Heâs trying his best to refrain from yelling.
âOh! Youâve been trying to start an argument all week and now that Iâm giving in you canât take it?! Actually, why have you been trying so hard, Doctor? I was under the impression that you canât even stand to look at my face!â
He dryly swallows, unable to respond immediately. The reminder of his words makes him internally cringe. He never meant to say them. It was the most efficient way he could think of at that time to hurt you. Spencer hadnât anticipated the sheer amount of will power it would take to stay away from you. You seeking him out made it infinitely harder. His fake disdain was a defence mechanism, he was hiding behind hatred to get the job done.Â
âYOUââ
âAlright, thatâs enough!â Hotch loudly cuts him off.Â
Neither you nor Spencer noticed the teams return during your squabble. Youâre slightly embarrassed, wondering how much theyâve witnessed. Spencer turns away from you and looks to the blank wall on the other side of the room. You look to the floor and bite the inside of your cheek.Â
âCare to explain whatâs going on?â He grills and you feel like a petulant child receiving a lecture from your father.Â
âShe wasnât doing her job!â Spencer complains. âAnd when I brought it up she messed up my profile!â
âGod youâre insufferable! Itâs called ânarrowing the profileâ, Spencer. Maybe if you did it properly, I wouldnât have to.â You retort.Â
âHey!â Hotch scolds.
It falls silent for a second, awkward glances finding their way around the room. Rossi breaks it first.Â
âYou know, if I didnât know any better, Iâd think you two were bickering toddlers instead of FBI agents.â
You make eye contact with Morgan trying to hold in a laugh and it makes you snort.Â
âWe will discuss this later. Letâs focus on the updates weâve gathered.â Hotch dismisses due to more pressing matters at hand.Â
âAfter talking to friends of the latest victims, I can confirm that they were all last seen in the same club.â JJ pipes up first.
âAnd the dumpsites are all less than twenty minutes away from there. Heâs definitely not holding them anymore.â Morgan adds.
âThat has to be where heâs choosing his victims. Did the medical examiner find anything new?â Hotch asks.
âTraces of GHB.â Emily replies. âWe donât know how heâs administering it into their systems, but my guess would be through the drinks.â
âGamma-hydroxybutyrate, mostly known as GHB, is a party drug that produces feelings of euphoria, confidence, relaxation and sociability. Side effects of GHB can include drowsiness, vomiting, mood swings, dependence, as well as more serious symptoms of unconsciousness. When mixed with alcohol the risk of overdose increases as it can cause respiratory collapse leading to coma or in extreme cases death.â Spencerâs about to continue but quickly recognises that itâs a tangent he needs to cut short.Â
âWait JJ what club were the victims last seen in?â You inquire, walking closer to the map.
When she relays the name it clicks.Â
âThatâs smack in the middle of the comfort zone.â You point at a small red note labelling the building.Â
âSo how do we catch this guy? I mean the club would be packed and we donât know what this guy looks like. The profile tells us that he would blend in, nothing would stand out about him.â Morgan subtly suggests a string operation.
âExcept for when heâs alone with the object of his rage. Which in our case would be the women heâs using as surrogates. He'd be possessive, become clingy, hold on too tight and once those advances are rejected heâd fly into blind rage.â Spencer exclaims without realising the weight of his input.Â
âYeahâŚbut he has a very specific type.â Rossi hesitates.Â
A fact that everybody had been avoiding the case because of how close it hit to home.Â
Youâre his exact type.
âNo.â Hotch shuts down.
âHotch, think about it. I mean this guy is not slowing down. A sting might be our best bet to stop him before he kills again.â JJ shares Rossiâs hesitation.
âItâs too risky!â Spencer blurts, making it clear heâs against the idea.Â
Everyone begins to chime in with their input, but you stay silent and think it over. None of them wanted to put you in this position, but youâd seen the bodies and what heâd done to those women. What heâll continue to do to other women if he isnât stopped. It was a no brainer on your end.Â
âIâll do it!â You announce amidst the chatter.
It comes to an immediate halt, all eyes shifting on you.
âWhat?â Spencer scoffs.
You can tell that heâs genuinely surprised by the small hitch in his voice. Emily sceptically calls your name, posing it as a question.Â
âIâll do it.â You reiterate, taking care to seem as confident as possible.
âAbsolutely not! The odds of this going wrong are way too high!â Spencer howls with a little too much passion.Â
âReidâs right. The unsub is way too unpredictable.â Hotch debates.
âJJ has a point, think about it!â You argue. âWe know for a fact that heâs going to strike tonight. Sending me undercover as bait is better than staking out the place and waiting for him to target a civilian!âÂ
âOkay so letâs send somebody else!â Spencer contests, his tone prayerful.Â
For a split second, you see your best friend again. Heâs showing more regard for you now than he has in months and it makes your heart sink knowing it wonât be forever. Still, you try to reason with him while heâs there.
âThereâs no time! I fit his type. This is our best option.â
âNo, this is stupid and dangerous. Youâre not going in there!â Heâs gone again.Â
âThatâs not your call to make!â You snap.Â
âHotch no!â Spencer tries again.
âKid, relax! This isnât her first undercover mission.â Morgan attempts to calm Reid. âPlus weâll all be there in case anything goes wrong.â
âStatisticallyââ
âFor Godâs sake forget the fucking statistics! Peopleâs lives are at stake!â You loudly end his tangent before it can begin.Â
âAlright, everybody calm down!â Hotch speaks up, making it a point to stare down Spencer.Â
Heâd made his decision and Spencer can only stare back in disbelief, too breathless to argue.Â
âLike Morgan said, weâll be there watching over you, along with some local law enforcement. You wonât be wired, but weâll have a fail safe just in case you need backup earlier than expected. We donât have a lot of time. Letâs get to work.â The unit chief asserts.Â
Before anyone can make any further moves, Spencer storms out of the room. JJ runs after him, assuring Hotch that sheâll take care of it. The rest of you break off to your assigned tasks, preparing for the operation that night.Â
âSpence! Slow down!â She yells, chasing him all the way outside the precinct.Â
Heâs breathing too fast, practically on the edge of hyperventilating. He pushes his hair back with both of his hands, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk.Â
âSpence what the hell is going on with you?â JJ pants, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
âMe?!â Spencer yanks himself away from her. âWhat the hell is going on with all of you?! Youâre all insane for allowing her to do this!â
âSheâs a grown woman and a trained agent! This is her decision. She knows what sheâs getting herself into.â JJ reminds him.Â
âWell itâs not a very smart decision! She shouldnât be making decisions thisâŚthis reckless!â He shrieks.Â
âOkay you need to calm down!â JJ sternly states.Â
âJennifer, do not tell me to calm down! Sheâs about to make herself a direct target for a psychopathic sadist and youâre all just letting it happen!â
âSo what? Should we let some innocent woman become his next target?âÂ
âNo! Iâm not saying we shouldâ justâ why does it have to be her?!â The emphasis on his last word gives him away, JJ picks up on it instantly.Â
âThatâs what this is about? Câmon you know better than this.â She relaxes her shoulders. âSpencer, we all care about her. We all want her to be safe. And she will be as long as we separate out feelings fromââ
âFeelings? This has nothing to do with how I feelââ
âOkay stop! Stop! God!â JJ huffs with pauses between her words. âI am so sick of this! This is clearly about your feelings. The past four months have all been aboutââ
She smacks her hands against her face as she takes a deep breath, a display of frustration.Â
âListen to me.â She commands, exhausted from the back and forth. âItâs clear that you two care deeply for each other, whether youâre willing to admit it or not. Neither of you will talk about whatever it is thatâs caused this riftâ fine! But donât you think itâs time to bury the hatchet now that sheâs leaving?â
Spencer freezes.Â
â...Leaving?â He repeats, taken off guard.Â
JJ takes a moment to read his expression.Â
âShe didnât tell you?â JJ mutters, still scanning his face.Â
âWhatâ what are youâŚâ He canât find the words, his eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to process her words.
âSheâs resigning, Spencer. Sheâs leaving the FBI.â JJ canât hide how sheâs surprised that you havenât shared this with him.Â
âNo, that's not possible. She loves this job. Why would she leave?â Denial is his first response.
Spencer thinks over your possible motivations and can only land on the obvious. Youâd only leave if you grew to hate the job.Â
Did he do this? Did he make you hate it?
âWe were all surprised when she first told us, I mean, it came out of nowhere.â
âWe?â He rubs his temple, anticipating a possible migraine from the bomb that just dropped on him. âHow long?â
âWhat?â
âHow long have you guys known?â He balefully sighs, trying his hardest to not misplace his anger.Â
âItâs hard enough at work, I donât want to see your face in my personal time too.âÂ
He had no one to be angry at, but himself.
âA day? Maybe two? She told us individually. Honestly with this case I havenât had time to wrap my head around it.â JJ honestly reveals.Â
So not long. Maybe you were still making your way around to telling him? You wouldnât just leave without so much as telling him, would you?
A few months ago, Spencer wouldâve confidently answered no. Today he was sure that you would. He so badly hoped that he was wrong.Â
âSpence, look, we can talk about this later. But right now, you need to make sure youâre able to stay objective. Can you do that?â
He nods relentlessly, tucking his hair behind his ears. A habit he adapted early in life. It was an indicator of the gears turning in his head. JJ gives him a few more minutes outside before guiding him back in to help with preparations. Spencer absentmindedly performed his tasks, but all he could think about was you.Â
Youâre leaving and heâs the only person you hadnât disclosed this information to. Abandonment was a feeling he was all too used to, but he never imagined that youâd abandon him. He knows that he can only blame himself, but he still canât help the irritation thatâs creeping in his veins.Â
Even as he straps up his hidden bullet proof vest hours later, he canât push the sentiment away. You were setting yourself up as bait for one of the most dangerous types of serial killers. On top of purposely putting yourself in direct line danger, you were leaving without telling him. He wouldâve showed up to work one day and youâd be gone.
Right now he stands just a few feet away from you and you donât look toward him once. No one would be able to guess that youâre undercover. Itâs amazing how youâve managed to transform yourself from supervisory special agent to a regular socialite and party girl in a couple of hours.
If he could overcome the hurt he feels at the moment, he might see how breathtaking you look. Then again, you always appear breathtaking to him. Before he knows it, heâs walked right up to you. You donât feel his presence looming behind you until you bump into him when you turn around.Â
âShit Spencer!â You jump, mostly because of the nerves from the upcoming night.Â
Heâs about to say something but you beat him to it.
âDonât start! Iâm not in the mood.â You brush him off and disappear out of sight.
It was like that for much of the preparations. Heâd muster the courage to try and talk to you, and youâd walk away. Much like how Spencer would avoid you when your friendship first fell apart.Â
âEverybody in position?â Hotch inquires through his ear piece.Â
âAffirmative.â Morgan gives the greenlight for your entry into the club.Â
You made your way to the bar, making it a point to sit alone. You didnât have to wait long. Archie Carter, 36, cheated on by his ex fiance before their wedding. She ran away with another man because Archie failed to keep his sadistic traits hidden and it scared her off. Torturing and murdering women who looked like her was his way of giving her a real reason to be scared.Â
This was all information Garcia found after it was nearly too late. Heâd managed to get you on the dance floor, subtly injecting you with the GHB. You didnât even feel him do it. To everybody else it just seemed like you were playing your part really well on the dance floor, when in reality you were struggling to stand up. You couldnât give out any signals and he was able to slip you away into the back alley under the noses of five FBI agents.Â
It was Spencer whoâd found you fighting for your life against Archieâs grip around your throat. Spencer, who put the bullet in Archieâs head after being unable to talk him down. Spencer who kneeled above you, begging you to come back as he began CPR. If heâd found you any later you mightâve been gone for good.Â
Pissed was an understatement.
At the piece of shit that almost ripped you away from the world. At Hotch and the team for not listening. At himself for being right. Not you though, for the first time in a long time, he wasnât pissed at you. He was terrified. Both for you and for almost losing you.Â
You had to stay a few extra days in Anchorage, bound to your hospital room. The team refused to fly back without you, each of them taking turns to keep you company. They all felt an immense amount of guilt but you reassured them that it wasnât their fault. Your tongue grew tired of reminding them that this was a part of the job. Rossi joked that it was a good thing you were leaving it all behind in that case and it stung more than you were willing to admit.Â
In your brush with death you came to the revelation that you didnât want to leave, but hearing Spencerâs voice lull you back to him confirmed that you needed to. You couldnât bring yourself to hear him talk everyday and not be the person he was talking to. It was why you had basically barred him from visiting you during your recovery there. Seeing his face was more than you could handle at the time. Not seeing yours weighed on him, because he needed to see if you were okay.
Physically, he knew youâd be fine once the doctors confirmed it. Mentally, he knew all too well of the repercussions that came with almost dying directly by the hands of an unsub. Youâd been discharged and cleared fifty eight hours after you were admitted, and the team was ready to fly back a few hours later. All the signs of being less than okay were there. He recognised them as soon as he saw you board the jet.Â
Besides the obvious bruises collaring your neck, there was some minor swelling that lingered. That wasnât his biggest concern. It was the smile plastered on you when you put on your âIâm okayâ act for the others. Your eyes, like always, gave you away. You were already trying to sweep everything under the rug. Less than a few minutes after take off you isolated yourself in the back. Youâd been doing that a lot in your recent cases.Â
It irked him how everybody just let you. He decided right then that he wasnât going to. He didnât care how much you hate him, he was going to ensure that you came out of this truly okay. You were mindlessly staring out the window, counting the clouds, listening to the music playing through your headphones. You tried to ignore the feeling of being watched. Youâd felt like that since you came to, in the alley.Â
It took you a second to understand that you were actually being watched, turning to find Spencer in the previously empty seat across from you.Â
âYouâve gotta stop sneaking up on me.â You snark, ripping off your headphones, still recovering from the small jump scare.
âSorry.â He chuckles out of habit.
You unintentionally smile at the sound and find yourself staring in his eyes.Â
âAreââ He falters as he thinks the question over in his head. âIs there anything I can get you?â
Youâre taken aback, not expecting those words. You had a script prepared to waive off questions about your well being. He knows you better than that, throwing you off course as usual.
âWhat do you want?â You grumble, accepting that you couldnât get past him.
âI want to know if thereâs anything I can get you.â He repeats in a low tone.Â
There he is again. The Spencer you know and love. Your heart threatens to leap.
âIf this is to clear some guilty conscience, donât bother.â You verbally guard yourself. âIâm fine.â
It would be a lie if he said his reasoning was completely selfless. He was hardly able to keep away from you without feeling like he was drowning, but it was nothing compared to how he felt when he thought he may have lost you forever. The feeling didnât last very long, he was able to revive you within a few seconds, but never feeling like that again would be too soon.Â
Spencer believed in two things; statistics and facts. One fact he refused to ignore any longer is that he couldnât live without you. He quietly opened that satchel that still clung across his torso, fishing out some pain killers and an unopened water bottle.Â
âI know you probably forgot to take yours out of your bag.â He ignores your previous comment and slides the items across the table to you.Â
Your gaze lingers on the items in front of you, but your hands stay folded in your lap as you piece everything together.Â
âYou know.â You whisper.Â
âWere you going to tell me?â He gulps after a beat of silence.Â
âDoes it matter?â You're quick to respond.
âI wanna hear it from you.â Heâs just as fast.Â
You look up from the leaf of pills, heâs already surveilling you. Itâs a short lived staring contest because your focus shifts behind him to Hotch, whoâs observing this encounter from the kitchenette on the other end. Spencer continues waiting on you for a response but you stand up, ready to walk away. It dawns on you when you see your supervisor that technically you hadnât officially resigned yet. The paperwork never got started because this case took priority and that was a detail you needed to sort out right away.
âDonât go.â Spencer pleads when you take your first step.
Was it a request to sit back down or to stay with the BAU? You didnât bother to clarify, he had no right to ask for either.Â
You let out a deep, exasperated sigh as you lie curled up in your warm sheet, scowling at the floor beneath you. It seemed that the universe (your friends) had it out to delay your departure as much as possible. Itâs been four days since your return from Anchorage and youâve been stuck in your apartment since Hotch dropped you off here. Heâs ordered mandatory time off for your recovery, meaning the paperwork has to wait.Â
You could be using this time in a more productive manner. You could be searching for a new job. And a new place to live. You should be trying to figure out where this new place would be. You never actually thought that far ahead. In your haste to run away, you forgot to plan your next steps. Youâve convinced yourself that you canât do any of it until the forms are filled out.Â
The âuniverseâ isnât the only thing delaying you.Â
If you really wanted to, you could have everything emailed to you. You can have it done online, but there are two major problems. The first is pretty straight forward; youâre not ready to leave. You know that this is the best course of action for everybody, but your brain and your heart are at an impasse. Youâve dedicated years to this job because you love this job. Unfortunately, you love Spencer more, which means that staying is going to drive you to hate your job.Â
The other reason is slightly more nuanced and you donât want to think about it, opting to let your impasse be the reason for your lack of motivation to do anything other than bed rotting. Itâs not as bad as it seems, itâs more self care than anything. Your bodyâs telling you it needs to rest and youâre simply obliging. Plus, it couldnât be that serious if you still had bursts when you had to keep up appearances. You have to be okay if youâre able to force yourself to open the front door for your coworkers when they come to check on you. You really werenât that miserable if you managed to smile and laugh for their short visits.Â
And itâs not like youâre truly rotting. You showered quite often, you actually just had your second one today. You were definitely okay if you could manage to keep up with hygiene. Itâs not excessive, you need to scrub the purple away. You know thatâs not how it works, but you canât stand to look at the parts of your neck where his hands were wrapped around. If you close your eyes for long enough you can still feel him squeezing untilâ
Youâre okay.
No, youâre irritated. The incessant knocking on your front door wonât stop no matter how much you ignore it. You were relieved when evening came. It meant that normal visiting hours were over and you could rest today. If it wasnât any of your usual visitors then it had to be stranger. The thought made you uneasy, you hesitated to answer it at all.Â
You canât live in fear all the time.Â
The door eventually opens and Spencer sees you for the first time in days. He actually tried to check on you earlier, but Penelope insisted everybody stick to her roster so you donât get overwhelmed. The circles under your eyes were almost as dark as his, you hadnât been getting much sleep. The swelling around your throat was almost all gone, but the bruising wasnât healing like he expected it to.Â
âSpencerâŚwhat are you doing here?â Your voice is hoarse.Â
âI brought take out.â He gently dangles a bag of food in front of him, his voice high, but quiet.Â
You can practically smell the contents of the bag, nostalgia hitting you like a ton of bricks. It was your favourite thing to order on the days heâd come over for movie nights. Before Spencer showed you a side of him you didnât know existed. It felt like a taunt, like he was twisting the metaphorical knife he plunged in your heart. It made you sick.
âI already ate.â You lie, mustering a dull smile on your face.
Spencer swallows and bites the inside of his cheek, not taking his eyes off you. Trying to think of the best way to call you out without causing you to shun him.Â
âWe can do something else until youâre hungry again.â He gives a tight lipped smile and raises his furrowed brows, like heâs pleading for you to accept his offer.
âI donât think Iâll be hungry anytime soon.â You awkwardly laughâ well itâs close to a laugh if not for your strained vocal chords.Â
âCan I come in anyway? We can put on a movie.â Heâs using the voice he used to when trying to comfort you or convince you of something. Soft, low, steady. Itâs a stark contrast to the voice youâve been hearing for the last ten days.Â
Please donât come back here. Itâs hard enough at work, I donât want to see your face in my personal time too.
Tears threaten the composure youâre working so hard to maintain.
âWhy are you really here?â You sigh, unable to stick with the pleasantries.Â
âI told you.â He emphasises the bag of food in his hands again. âTake out. Maybe a movieââ
âCut the shit.â You assert, harshly. âYou can tell Penelope that you came to see me so she gets off your back, but please stop pretending like you care.â
âThatâsâŚis that why you think Iâm here?â His shoulders drop.
âIsnât it?â You bite, your door now wide open as you lean against it for support. Your legs are aching to curl into your chest again.Â
âNo.â His reply is short and clear, leaving no room for misinterpretation. âIâm here because I want to be here.â
âWhy? Thereâs nothing in it for you.â You scoff, blinking from confusion. âUnlessâŚis this some sick game? Seeing me like thisâ knowing that Iâmâ are you trying to gloat?â
âGloat?â He repeats in almost a whisper, the hurt in his voice evident.
âRelish, rejoice, rub it in, I donât know. Youâre the walking thesaurus.â
He can tell from your lax posture that you're amused. Your back is against your door, hands behind your back and youâre leaning forward a bit as you stare at the ground. Not caring that your words cut deep.
Is this how low you think he is?
âWhy would I be enjoying this?â His hopeful smile drops entirely as he tries to understand you.Â
âCall it epicaricacy.â You shrug.Â
âEpicaricacy?â He mumbles in a whispered tone, like heâs trying to process what you said.
Deriving pleasure from the misfortune of others.
Your eyes roll from how slow heâs acting and you have to hold yourself back from repeating the definition out loud.
âDo you honestly think I enjoy seeing you like this?â The change in pitch stings a bit.Â
âNo, I donât think you like seeing me at all.â You half smirk up at him, sadness evident in your eyes. âWhich brings us back toâŚwhy are you here Doc?â
âThatâs not true.â He cringes, ignoring the second part.
âNot true?â You wiggle your brows sarcastically.Â
âNot true.â He reaffirms, sighing deeply. âI didnât mean it. Iâm sorry.âÂ
âYouâre sorry.â You scoff again, shaking your head.
âI know that Iâve been unreasonableââ
âUnreasonable?â The tip of your tongue rolls against the back of your teeth, bewildered at his sheer audacity.Â
âA dick! Iâve been a dick.â He corrects himself, desperate to have you hear him out.Â
You tighten your jaw, inhaling lightly through your nose and your brows are raised as high as they can go.Â
âI was hurt. Okay? I wash lashing out, but, Iââ He takes a deep breath to stop himself, wanting to get to the point. âI know that Iâve been acting otherwise but, I care about you. And when I found you back thereâŚI justâŚI know what youâre going through, even if you wonât admit it. I donât want you to go through it alone.â
Your expression softens as he speaks. Of course he knows. He knows you better than anyone. For a moment you consider allowing yourself to break down in his arms, like you would have once. Itâs jarring, Spencer reverting to his former self after he saved your life. The comfort swiftly bubbles into anger. All your attempts for reconciliation were met with so much hostility before. It took you almost dying for him to care. It feels too little too late. The only thing you can think of as he stands next to you is all the ways he can further hurt you if you let him. You push off your door and stand straight, giggling bitterly.Â
âSpencer, go home.â You say with the same bitterness.Â
âPleaseââ
âGo home! I donât want your pity!â You yell. It feels alleviating. âDo you honestly think that anything changes just because you saved my life? Do you think it erases everything thatâs happened in the past few months? Because it doesnât! Things canât go back to how they were simply because you feel bad that I almost died. Itâs not a flip you can switch. You donât just get to start caring!âÂ
You're heaving and he can only stare at the ground. He knows youâre right, except for the one crucial error in your speech.Â
âI never stopped caring.â He mumbles.
This fucking idiot.
Enraged, sad, frustrated, confused; all emotions youâve been suppressing that are now fighting to show at the same time. You take a step closer to him and he meets your eyes again. You can see that heâs holding back tears, same as you. It fuels you in a twisted way. You have an opportunity to hurt him the way he hurt you and you donât let it go to waste.
âDonât come back here. Itâs hard enough at work to see your face at work, I donât want to see it in my personal time too.âÂ
You canât stay to see the effects of his words thrown back at his face, your heartâs threatening to burst from how fast itâs racing. His jaw locks from how tense he is. He knows exactly why you said it, but itâs still hard to hear. You turn around and rush into your apartment, shutting the door on his face, leaving him standing there. You donât make it too far inside, collapsing on the wooden floor with a choked sob.Â
That didnât make you feel as good as you thought it would. You hoped that maybe if you could make him feel at least a fraction of youâre feeling, youâd hurt less. It was more than just getting back at him for everything heâs done. You were unknowingly trying to punish him for what Archie Carter did too. It didnât make you hurt any less, but at least you felt less alone in your hurt.Â
He didnât come back for the rest of your time off. Everybody continued to follow the roster, showing up on their days and bringing you âget well soonâ goodies. Penelope even invited herself over for a night's stay once. You didnât have the heart to say no, but you found yourself counting the hours until youâd be alone again, free to wallow. The only respite you got for the next week was on Spencerâs days. You could expect to be left mostly alone, only a bag of take out accompanied by an eerily fitting quote sitting outside your door.Â
You hate to admit that those were your favourite days. You had a chance to breathe and he somehow knew exactly what you needed to hear. You gave the food away in protest and the quote would go straight in the bin (once you read it). One final psych evaluation later you were cleared to come back. Not that you needed one since you didnât plan to stay for long. It was really just a formality. By the time you returned only a few faded bruises remained, easy enough to cover with concealer.Â
âYouâre back! Ooh, itâs so good to see you!â Garcia was the first with a warm greeting and a tight hug. You reciprocated to the best of your ability.Â
âGood to have you back, Pretty Girl.â Derekâs second, walking you through the bullpen as you make your way to Hotchâs office.
âEnjoy it while you can.â You giggle in reply. âIs Hotch in yet?â
âI see someone canât wait to leave us.â Emily jokes, feigning a hurt look. You roll your eyes.
âYeah, heâs expecting you.â JJ laughs, slapping Emilyâs arm playfully.Â
âThanks JJ!â You smile and they all watch you disappear behind the door.Â
âSo itâs official? Sheâs really leaving?â JJ questions through a half-hearted smile.Â
âI asked Rossi and he said that Hotch is gonna ask her to stay until we find a replacement.â Emily replies, still eyeing the door.Â
âHow did you get Rossi to admit that?â JJ turns to the raven head, questioningly, and Emily smiles coyly giving no response.Â
âAm I the only one who thinks this whole thing would end once they make up? I mean come on, we all know sheâs leaving because of him, right?â Morgan looks at Spencer, whoâs nose deep in a file at his desk.Â
âYeah, but we canât help if they refuse to talk to us about it.â Emily sighs, hanging her head back.Â
The three dive deeper into their discussion and youâre none the wiser from inside the cream-coloured walls of Hotchâs office. As per protocol, heâs just finished informing you of whatâs next and youâre kind enough to accept his request to stay until they find a replacement. You definitely said yes because you want to make the teamâs transition easier, not for any self indulgent reasons such as you not being ready to leave.Â
âJust return this to me once youâve filled it out.â He instructs as he hands you a file containing your resignation forms.Â
âThanks Hotch.â You smile, grabbing the file.Â
You begin heading towards the door when he stops you by your name.Â
âI understand that youâre set on this decision, but I am sad to see you go.â Itâs insane how many emotions this man can get across while maintaining a blank expression. âHowever, if you change your mind at any point, let me know.âÂ
âThanks Hotch.â You playfully scoff, appreciating that even he has to try at least once.Â
If one more person tries though, you might scream. It wasnât easy, pretending that you werenât crumbling inside. The extra pressure doesnât make it any easier. You leave his office, closing the door behind you and approach your desk. The resignation forms are put aside for later as you still have to finish your case report from Anchorage. Part of you wanted to put it off until the last minute, the other part wanted to get it over and done with as soon as possible.Â
âCoffee?â Penelope chirps, holding out a mug filled with the hot beverage.Â
âThanks Pen.â You smile up at her, taking it out of her hands.Â
âNo problem.â She smirks mischievously and trots off.Â
A strange lady, but your strange lady.
Upon your first sip you almost choke it out. It was perfect. Exactly to your liking. Which would be a good thing, except only one person knows exactly how you like it. Back when you first joined, you learned how popular coffee was with all the employees. You felt out of place because you werenât a massive fan of the drink and you avoided too much sugar because it made you feel sick. You soon discovered that you liked it a lot more with honey instead. It was a weird preference, but it worked for you, making it sweet without overpowering your senses like sugar did.Â
You never declined a cup when offered by your colleagues, not wanting to dishearten them. It was Spencer who caught you sneaking honey into your cup when you thought no one was paying attention. He never mentioned anything to you, but the next time he returned with a cup to offer, you couldnât help but the smile that adorned your face for the rest of the day. It was why you dedicated yourself to morning breakfast runs for him, memorising his coffee order as a silent thank you. Neither of you ever talked about it.Â
You spin your seat around to find Spencer engaged in conversation with Rossi. You consider walking past him and dumping the beverage in the sink to make a point, but it was a welcome energiser for the dreadful task at hand. Plus you arenât wasteful. You spin back around and decide to accept it just this once.Â
When heâs sure youâre no longer looking he sets his sights back on you. A small smile forms across his lips when he sees you drink the coffee. He honestly expected you to throw it away. He feared that if he was the one to deliver the mug, youâd throw it on him. It was why he convinced Garcia to do it, bribing her by promising to buy a round of drinks on the next night out.Â
âKid, are you even listening?â Rossi scolds in an incredulous way.Â
As the hours pass, your frustration grows. You couldnât get yourself to write the details of the case. Your mind refused to think about it. You had hoped that taking breaks would make it easier, but everytime you returned to the page your head went blank.
âNeed some help?â Spencer asks, spawning next to you.
âChrist, Reid!â You blurt, startled. âI thought I told you to stop doing that.âÂ
âSorry.â He chuckles as if on cue.Â
You glare at him expectantly. He doesnât say anything, glancing between you and the unfinished case file, waiting for an answer.Â
âNo thanks.â You keep it short, hoping he takes the hint.Â
âLet me know if you do.â He doesnât.Â
âYou wouldnât even be the last person Iâd ask if I did.â You snark.Â
âBut you would eventually?â He stays calm, almost playful.Â
Smart ass.Â
You choose to ignore him, be the bigger person and all that. Even though he wasnât antagonising you.Â
âThanks for the coffee.â Itâs forceful gratitude. You werenât feeling grateful, but you still had manners.Â
âYouâre welcome.âÂ
âDonât make it again.âÂ
âI will not.â He grins and walks away to his desk.Â
You act like you donât know heâs watching you work. Looking up often to find you stuck on the same page. Even if he knew that you know, he didnât plan to stop. What he does know is that youâd never directly let him help you. He doesnât care. There werenât any new cases this week, so a ton of paperwork was to be expected. Itâs taunting enough to write down details of your own assault, the extra paperwork would only add more stress. Youâre too busy trying to push through the mental blockade to notice the sudden influx of files on his desk and the efflux on yours.Â
What you didnât miss was how the next cup of coffee you were offered was just as perfect as the one from before.Â
âI thought I told you to stop with the coffee, Reid.â You lightly slam the paper cup on Spencerâs desk.Â
He leans back in his seat and chews on his lip with an entertained smirk.Â
âAnd I did. Thatâs not from me.â Heâs earnest with his response.
âOh, so JJ just happens to know my coffee preferences all of a sudden?â You sarcastically retort, crossing your arms.
âNo.â He crosses his fingers across his lap. âI told her how you like your coffee when she said she was going on a coffee run.â
âAnd why did you do that?â You play along, unenthusiastically.Â
âBecause you told me to stop doing it.â He states in the most casual way possible.Â
This was getting you nowhere. It was naive to think heâd let you spend your last few weeks here peacefully. Scratch thatâ he was being peaceful. Too peaceful. A new tactic to get under your skin?
âStop. It.â The delivery of your words is slow and emphasised.Â
âStop doing exactly what youâve told me to?â
You bite your tongue and glare at him. His face, shoulders, arms, everything, is relaxed. You canât even argue with him. You take a moment to consider how bad it would be if you bashed his head in with the back of your gun. Then you take another to critique how easy it is to pass the psych evals. They should really think about the consequences of using questions the BAU wrote on actual BAU agents.Â
After that day you went back to ignoring him. Any time coffee was offered youâd decline altogether. If he attempted to try and talk to you, youâd respond with yes or no for the sake of professionalism. This didnât deter Spencer though. He gave you your space but kept a close eye on you, continuing to try and ease your burdens from afar. Exactly how he used to.Â
This only lasted until the next case came in. Specifically until you were back out on the field, where he perceived you to be in high amounts of danger. You tolerated it because it gave you comfort, not that youâd ever tell him. Having Spencer by your side made it easier to deal with the reality that thereâs little you can do if another incident like Anchorage occurred.Â
Plus focusing your energy on ignoring him kept the flashbacks away. Or it did, until the take down. You once again found yourself in danger from an unsub, only this time the situation was controlled. All guns were pointed at the killer, except for the one that was pointed at you. The plan was simple: you talk down the unsub, take him back to the station and talk him into exposing his partner.Â
Everything was going according to plan, until Spencer realised that one of the cops in the room was his partner and he was about to shoot you. Nobody understood what happened before the situation calmed down. Spencer had fired the first shot towards the dirty cop and immediately tackled you to the ground, shielding you from the hail of bullets that followed after. All you remember clearly is freezing up, clinging to the man on top of you. One moment you were screaming out, trying to make sure that he was okay and the next you were back in the alley behind the bar, fighting for your life.Â
You didnât comprehend anything until the panic attack subsided but Spencer was fine. His vest caught the bullets. Both unsubs were dead. Rossi and Prentiss came to the realisation the same time as Spencer and were quick to react. And you werenât in the alley. You were in Spencerâs arms as he led you away from the scene when it was safe.Â
When you snapped out of it the medics had cleared him of any injuries. He tried to approach you during your check up, but you shoved him away, unable to even look at him. The only thing you remember clearly is Hotch sending you all back to your hotel rooms before tomorrowâs flight back. You should be asleep right now, if not from the exhaustion of todayâs events alone, then from how long you spent reassuring everybody that you were okay.Â
You couldnât sleep. Not when so many thoughts were occupying your headspace. This is the second time Spencerâs saved your life, in the span of roughly a month. The first time heâs put his life in direct danger to save yours. Had it not been for his vest he would be dead. The more you linger on it, the angrier youâd become. You were also wearing a vest, you wouldâve been fine. What he did was unnecessary and reckless.Â
What if the bullet missed the vest? Entered through the side? What was he thinking?
You were mentally fighting the urge to barge into his room and yell at him for his stupidity, but you couldnât bring yourself to go to him. What happens to him is not your problem anymore. You arenât going to let your guard down just because heâs an idiot.
Spoilers: BAU! Reader, Reader almost dies, Reader and Spencer are pissing me off, bc theyâre so dumb, angst, hurt no comfort, Reader gets a little revenge.
AN - Before you comment ANYTHING, there is one more part. Itâll be posted a lot sooner than this one was. Writing this made me realise how limited the English language is. Thereâs only so many words to use and ways to write them. If either part sounds repetitive at times, itâs not my fault!!! Casual reminder: I am not Spencer Reid. I donât have an IQ of 187. Any facts I make him spew could very well be bull-shit and he only spews them for the purpose of the story. I also have no knowledge of how the FBI works and lack a ton of common sense. A lot of things were made up for the purpose of this story.
If you comment you garner good karma for yourself and that could lead to you meeting MGG someday (Iâm not liable if this never happens), think about that...Â
Thank you for reading!
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â Ë ęŠ "you're the most handsome man i know" trope hehe
PAIRINGS. alhaitham ăł zhongli ăł wriothesley x gn . reader
CW. jealousy lawl ăł insecure bbies but u reassure them ăł slight ooc characters ăł lmk if i missed anything :]
NOTE. i know jing yuan is the header but shh he's adorable so we don't talk about it
ALHAITHAM ęą
with the gray haired sleepy head "resting his eyes" on your lap as he quoted, your eyes couldn't help but drift towards the small features you always adored so very much.
"haitham," you randomly spoke, to which he looked up to you, his eyes weary and his throat raspy as he eyes you up and down, waiting for you to say the oh-so-important thing that interrupted his peaceful sleep.
"you know you're really pretty, right?" you smiled, his eyes shutting for two seconds then opening again as soon as he heard your words, i mean, you tell him that everyday, so why would he overthink about it?
you notice his confused state, and so you begin to speak once more, not knowing that your words would sent a mental alarm in him.
"i mean," you pause, "you are the most handsome man i know."
as much as you like the small pink rising across his cheeks, it instantly fades away as he glares up at you.
"what?" you glare back at him jokingly, basically just trying to test the waters.
of course you knew how alhaitham was like, but what you didn't know is that he can get insecure from time to time but you're completely unaware of it.
with kaveh always bugging him about something that happened in the akademiya, he can hardly catch the peaceful moments with you like this, which led you to your obliviousness to his insecurities that formed when he was away from you.
"you know other men?" he finally speaks.
"..."
"just accept the compliment," you playfully roll your eyes, to which he turns his head away from you to.
"no no, i'm sorry, you're the only man i know," you quickly reassure, to which his eyes practically light up to.
ZHONGLI ęą
in the middle of you and zhongli's conversation that involved his unusual gossiping about his stressful day at work today, he cleared his throat, a usual sign that he was about to change the topic.
"what is it?" you instantly notice his eyes forming into almost pleading ones, which was very unusual for him.
"could you grab me a cup of tea real quick? i've been feeling a bit dehydrated during this conversation," he speaks, patting you on the shoulder twice, it always worked.
you looked him in his golden eyes and your confusion was very obvious to him.
"not proper of me, hm?" he smiles at you, his lips tugging up back into that gentle smile he always praised you with.
"not really, no," you laugh.
he loved that laugh. the laugh that always warmed his heart whenever he had the time to do things like this with you.
the laugh that he gained from you.
"beautiful," he catches you off guard as you begin walking to the now boiling hot water to make his tea.
"you're one to talk," you smirk, "you're the most beautiful man i know, zhongli."
he raises his brows, "oh? you've never told me about anyone, dear," he teases.
"oh," you pause in your tracks, your hand on the warming pot of water which you didn't notice until it got hotter, "that's not what i meant, silly."
"you're burning your hand there, dear, be careful," he teases again, but this time it's more like a warning for you not to get hurt.
"you distract me too much, i'm almost done with it," you turn your head back around to face him, the pot now fully heated up, ready for you to prepare it for the tea you have been holding back on him ever since he started teasing you.
WRIOTHESLEY ęą
assisting your boyfriend in his work was stressful, yes, but you couldn't lie all the time when it came to going down to the pankration ring.
"you're not doing it right," he comes up from behind you, guiding your hands to help you aim your bow at the upcoming red ball.
"pull your string back and once your arrow is there, aim it at the middle of the ball," he assists you, and your mind can't help but be caught onto his voice and the guidance of his hands holding yours.
"careful, you don't wanna hurt yourself," he teases when he notices you staring at his strong arms assisting you, "you zone out too much, love," he laughs.
"and you pay attention to everything too much, love," you tease, emphasizing the word 'love' to catch him off guard like he did to you.
right after that, he faces you towards him and raises a brow.
"what? cat caught your tongue?" you giggle and put your index finger to his lips, practically a way to tell him to be quiet.
he takes your finger off his lips and shakes his head 'no'.
"ugh," you roll your eyes, "you're lucky you're the most handsome man i know," you continue, to which he tilts his head at.
"do you still want help with this or not, [name]?" he smirks at you, noticing your instincts.
"i gave you a compliment, what do you mean?" you tease, to which he sighs at.
"other men?" he rolls his eyes back at you, to which you instantly notice his insecurities about your words.
well, yes this was your whole plan, to tease him like you always do to each other, but you didn't know he'd get jealous!
"wait, i'm sorry," you frown, "it was a joke," you continue, pulling him into a tight embrace.
"don't do that again or i'm not letting you see sigewinne for a week," he chuckles, hugging you back, to which you instantly pulled away and looked at him with wide eyes.
"you're joking right?"
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CALL OF THE SEA / PART FOUR
pirate poly!141 x f!reader tw: NSFW, MDNI, violence, kidnapping, angst, blood, 141 are still mean pirates ): kind of, very brief mentions of death masterlist
When a group of unhinged pirates invade your small village, you're whisked away from your peaceful home and thrown on to a voyage out at sea. Forced to obtain a new role as their medic, you have no choice but to accept your fate as you join their forces and aid them in their treacherous travels.
There were no ifs, ands, or buts about sleeping arrangements. Price, the Captain that he was, would have it his way, and his way was keeping you secured in the stuffiness of his own quarters.
It was uncomfortable, the way you shared the bed with him. He was a large man, much larger than you, and his bed only had so much space to fit the two of you. In the midst of the nights, youâd feel his leg brush against yours, or feel the soft rumble of his quiet snores from where he laid beside you.
It was far from ideal. As much as you hated it, it was an upgrade from your cell down in the brig. Priceâs bed was softer, more plush, and it sank you in every time you slept on it. The situation was no better, but it wasnât any worse, either.
The downside, though, was that you were just as much a prisoner as you were in the cell. Price made it known that you werenât to leave his quarters under any circumstance.
They brought you meals in rotations. Sometimes Soap would show, cracking a horrible joke that left you rolling your eyes. Or sometimes itâd be Gaz, who hardly spared you a word of conversation, though you could see the faint glimpse of pity in his eye.
Then there was Ghost. A pure enigma, darkened by shadowy demons that were hidden beneath his mask. He never uttered a word to you, nor looked at you. He did his bidding by slapping down a bowl of poorly made stew and immediately making his exit before you could get a single word in.
Price wouldnât bring you your meals, though you convinced yourself it was because he was avoiding you. You thought his original plan of having you sleep in his quarters would be for something diabolical and sinful, yet he made no effort to touch you nor get to know you. It was nice, knowing he wasnât there to do things against your will, but it was also confusing, wondering what his real plan was for you.
It was as if sleeping with a wall, which you weren���t sure whether to be grateful or not. These men were far from people you wanted to be a part of, but the desire for a friend was beginning to outweigh your spite.
You were an outcast aboard this ship. Secluded from the world, and isolated from the only people you were surrounded by. It was a dreadfully lonely life to be living. Your only friend was the sea, and even that was something you were torn away from, locked away in the quarters with only a small window to offer a view of it.
The door of Priceâs quarters barged open, disrupting you from your woe. None of them ever bothered to knock. They were savages, bred with no proper manners in the presence of a woman. But really, you werenât a woman to them. You were labor. An inconvenience.
âGet up,â Ghost grumbled from his stand in the doorway, hand knuckling the rusty knob. âGoinâ shoppinâ.â
âWeâre on land?â you asked, standing from Priceâs cot. Ghost grunted in response. âAnd Iâm to⌠join you?â
âYou need supplies, donât you?â he gruffed, eyes narrowing in on you. âDonât make me change my mind.â
The door abruptly slammed shut, leaving you alone in the quarters once again.
Land? They were allowing you to join them on their journey to land, to aid you in getting supplies necessary to work as a proper medic? It seemed surreal, yet bittersweet.
Gaining new supplies set your position on their crew in stone. They intended to keep you as theirs, and only trusted you enough to let you get off of the ship under their watch.
Yet, youâd be able to feel the grass between your toes once again. To feel the summer sun soaking in your skin, to hear the chatter of villagers fill your ears. Youâd feel the liveliness of people apart from these heartless, savage pirates.
Youâd be able to escape.
If you remained clever, you could leave the hands of Captain Price and create a new life far from their ship. This was your one and only opportunity to venture towards the life you always wanted for yourself.
You appeared as neutral as ever when you left the quarters to join the four men where they stood, clearly speaking amongst each other. You couldnât show the rushing adrenaline coursing through you, not if you wanted to get away alive.
âAch, there ye are, dove,â Soap huffed in annoyance, grabbing hold of your bicep to surge you towards him. You collided with his side, knocking the air out of your lungs. âYer with me.â
âStick with Soap,â Price ordered. His glare sent chills down your spine. âYou are to get what you need under his watch. Try anythinâ funny and he wonât be so kind with you.â
âSheâs fine, Cap, no need to worry. She wonât do anythinâ silly. Ainât that right, dove?â Soap beamed, a touch of crazy leering down at you.
The plan in your head was beginning to feel too soon and too dangerous. You could only swallow nervously, giving a firm nod in return before they helped guide you off of the ship.
The town was lively around you. It was nothing like your home. Where you had grown with the quiet chirps of nature and gentle conversation, you were now greeted with an angry bustle of rushing townsfolk, brushing past you as if you were a ghost.
You felt out of touch with your surroundings. Others were dressed in fresh fabrics, altered to their frame. The women were pretty, hair unmatted and braided to frame their lovely faces while the men were covered from head to toe with the finest of coats.
Not all were as fortunate. There were a select few you caught glimpses of as you passed who were as dirty as you were, shoeless and hopeless. Begging for scraps of food or cheap coins, only to be spat on like the scum of the Earth.
You were no different. Next to Soap, you looked like a helpless, little mouse with dirty bags of fabric that fell loosely on your body, with your feet blackened from the lack of cover. It was utterly humiliating.
Soap kept a solid grip on your arm as he led you through the heaps of shoppers. He kept his eyes forward, scoping out any possible threat. You could see the hardwired focus geared in his brain, as if working on pure muscle memory.
âPretty neat of a place, aye?â Soap asked, attempting small talk. He glanced over at you, wearing that boyish grin of his.
âItâs wonderful,â you replied, taking in the sights.
You meant it. Shops lined every corner of the dirt paths, windows displaying pretty dresses or tailored suits. Where you expected the town to look depressing, you found color, filling you with a warm dose of serenity.
This was a town you could grow to love. It was busy and loud, but the opportunity seeped out through every corner, calling your name. Your freedom rang out like a bell, offering you a place for your dreams to come true.
You had to escape if you truly wanted it. Your plan would have to unfold, even if it meant being patient.
âYer bound to see a whole lot more towns better than this one, dove,â Soap boasted, grinning with pride. âYe will grow to accept us one day.â
You stared up at Soap while the two of you walked. It was a shame, really, that he was the only one decently kind to you. Kind was far too generous of a word to describe any of these men, but it was the closest thing to what Soap was being towards you.
He was still a pirate, though.
âI am not so sure of that,â you confessed, unsure of why you did.
âAch, ye will. The rest are secretly a bunch of softies,â he claimed, waving a dismissive hand. âWeâre still human even if weâre pirates.â
âYouâve kidnapped me,â you stated.
âMm. Yes.â
âYou burned down my home,â you continued.
âPerhaps.â
âYou killed my people,â you finished.
âYou know nothinâ of what we do, dove. How about we keep shoppinâ for ye and stop worryinâ about the past?â Soap asked, not unkindly. He was surprisingly composed despite your accusations.
You stared at him for a moment longer before looking away. There was no point in arguing when the plan was to escape the moment you had the chance. Today would be the last day youâd ever have to converse with Soap and his men, if you played your cards right.
âYouâre right,â you said quietly. âI apologize.â
âThere ye go, dove.â Soap returned to smiling, giving a mocking pinch to your grimy cheek. âNow, what all do ye need?â
Soap made escape increasingly difficult. His hand remained secure around your arm for every shop you went in, keeping you by his side. It was as if he had a secret sense that let him know of your plans. Or perhaps he was following Priceâs orders.
He stuck with you with every purchase. You gathered herbs, freshly made medicines, and a new book and quill to jot down notes in a journal. Soap allowed you the pleasure of collecting expensive items, unwavered by the prices.
He paid for them in gold, little round coins heâd slap on to the counter and leave behind without waiting for the shop tenant to gawk at such a rare sight of payment.
It wasnât until you passed a clothing shop did he falter. His steps had stopped, eyes peering into the window. You stopped with him, dissecting his reaction.
âSorry, dove. Makinâ a stop for myself,â he stated, tugging you into the shop. To your surprise, he let go of your arm, leaving you standing near the entrance. âStay put. Iâm trustinâ ye, so donât make me regret it, aye?â
Your heart pounded in your chest as you gave him a nod. He threw you a beaming smile before stalking off into the store, disappearing just out of sight. You remained firm in place, hands clasping in front of you.
The pit in your stomach twisted from the nerves that wracked you. This was your moment, your only chance of escape. If you didnât take it now, you may never be lucky enough for another one.
As if fate was sealing itself, your eyes caught sight of a group of guards walking past the store, wooden rifles at the ready on their shoulders. They were speaking amongst themselves, oblivious to your inner turmoil from where you stood in the entrance of the shop.
A quick glance behind you showed that Soap was still occupied, unbeknownst to your plan. You could only see the top of his head, the messy mohawk sticking out like a sore thumb.
With the opportunity in front of you, you took it.
You moved slowly at first. Unsure, cautious. But once you made it out of the shop with Soap realizing, you amped your speed. Your dirty bare feet clambered clumsily along the dusty streets, digging into the little pebbles that littered them.
The dull sting of pain as you sprinted to the guards was disregarded. It was nothing compared to the ache of freedom you desired.
âHello!â you shouted, garnering their attention. They turned, eyeing you with a judgmental glint at the state of you. âPlease, I need help!â
âWhat can we do for you?â one of the guards asked, suspicious. His eyes were set on your feet, which were caked with months of filth. âA lass like you shouldnât be out without a chaperone.â
âYou donât understand,â you gasped, catching your breath from the anxiety that rattled you like a drum. âIâve been kidnapped byâ by pirates and Iâve only just escaped. Please, I need your help, or they will take me back.â
âPirates?â The guards perked up, glancing between one another as if sharing a secret you were unaware of. âHow many pirates, lass?â
âFour,â you explained. âThe Captainâ his name is John Price. He is the one that took me from my village and I have been imprisoned on his ship for so long, I do not recall the days. Will you help me?â
You were frantic. Desperate. It showed in the way your voice shook, the way your frame shivered with nerves.
âIt is not,â Guard Two said to his companion.
âIt is,â Guard One said, the one who had spoken to you first. This time, they spoke to one another rather than to you, as if you were invisible. âThere is only one Captain Price. It is 141.â
Guard Two looked over at you, face set firm. His eyes were piercing and cold, and it made you shrink down into yourself. They were not welcoming or kind like you expected a guardâs to be.
Guard One fumbled in the pocket of his britches before pulling out an aged paper. On it were the faces of the pirates with the exception of Ghost, covered by his signature mask. All of them were plastered on the page with a bounty over their heads, as well as a promise of exile for their arrest.
Execution. The pirates would be executed publicly if they were caught. The punishment was inked in bold letters beneath their pictures, and each letter was taunting you with the blood that would be spilled on your hands for turning them in.
An unsettling guilt began to gnaw at you. You were unsure of why. Captain Price and his crew had stolen you from your home and made you their medic. They had you sleeping in a cell for nights uncounted, eating slop out of a bowl like a dog.
Yet, to kill them was much too burdening on you. They were mean, heartless, and unworthy. Yet, death was unkind. You were not so shallow.
âIs this what they look like?â Guard One asked, holding the paper in front of you. It was undoubtedly them, down to every detail.
âYes,â you confirmed, though not as confidently as before. There was now a weight in your tone, as if holding back. âYes, thatâs them. Youâ you will kill them once you find them?â
Guard Two laughed, though it was bone chilling. There wasnât a hint of warmth in it, only distaste and rage. âOf course. Theyâre to be hanged for their crimes. They are savages.â
He took a step closer to you, leaning down to your level. His aura was threatening, and you could feel yourself cowering away. âYou must tell us where they are at once. We will help you once we have captured them.â
You took a step back, deflating. Everything within you told you that you made a mistake. If you went through with exposing their whereabouts and having them captured, their deaths would be because of you. You would be a murderer.
âIââ You swallowed, clenching your clammy hands into nervous fists. âI do not know where theyâve gone. I ran away as soon as I could.â
âNot a problem,â Guard One gruffed, taking hold of your arm, just as Soap had done before. Now, more than ever, a part of you wished it was Soap rather than the guard. âYou will guide us to their ship.â
âPlease let go of me,â you murmured brokenly, covering the guardâs hand with your own to pry his fingers off. They didnât budge. âPlease.â
Your pleas were shadowed by their greed. You recognized the look in their eyes, and it scared you to the bone.
Bloodthirst. They were hungry to capture the pirates, hungry to be the ones to guide them to their impending death. It was not about helping you. It was about the handsome reward they would receive for turning in the most wanted criminals of the sea.
You began to panic. The air in your lungs felt weak, and you could feel the world around you closing in.
This was not the outcome you wanted. You simply wanted your freedom, yet it would come with a cost that you werenât sure you could afford.
You did the only thing you could think of doing. Your fist collided with the guardâs face with a nasty crunch, causing blood to spew from his nose like a spout. It speckled on your dirty cheeks, tainting them further.
The guard let out a shout, releasing your arm. When his companion attempted to make a grab for you, you bolted, legs carrying you back to the shop Soap had been left in.
Chaos ensued from behind you. You could hear the clamber of guards, racing after you, yelling profanities in the air. The townsfolk stopped to observe, women placing their hands over their mouths in bewilderment, men torn between watching or intervening.
It was a commotion you never planned on starting, and now, all eyes were on you.
Soap came into sight from in front of the store. He looked focused and angry, eyebrows pulled together, jaw set taut. When he locked in on you as well as the guards behind you, there was no relief. His eyes were as intense as the guards had been, if not more.
âIâm so sorry, Iâm so sorry,â you sobbed pathetically, but he gave you no chance to pause your running.
Soap grabbed your hand in his, lugging you along the dirt paths. He swerved the streets, pulling your arm harder every time you fell behind. You struggled to keep up, spots of blood dotting the ground beneath you from the newly open wounds from pebbles that sliced open the soles of your feet.
You were pulled into a narrow alleyway with Soap, out of sight from the guards. Soapâs large hand shoved your head, urging you to crouch down behind a row of barrels that crowded the alley.
Your heart was nearly lurching out of your chest from your hiding space. Pounding footsteps raced past the alley, a cloud of dust filling the air and burning your nose. Voices could be heard shouting nearby, but not close enough for you to make out what they were saying.
Soap and you stayed put, his hand muffling your mouth, body smothering yours. He held his breath, ears listening in for the guards.
After what felt like an eternity, the footsteps grew farther away, voices fading into the wind.
âI trusted ye to stay put, dove,â Soap whispered, voice full of anger and betrayal. âIâve been nice to ye. Why couldnât ye just stay like I told ye?â
You whimpered into his hand, low and depressing. You felt defeated. Your fate was undetermined more than ever before, and you feared what the pirates would truly do to you now that you went against their word.
âCâmon,â he huffed, letting go of you and standing from behind the barrels. He grabbed hold of your arm, hauling you up and keeping you in his grip.
Soap crept the two of you through the town, slipping through every crack in the buildings to remain unseen. If people saw you, they remained silent, fearful of the pirate amidst their town.
The closer the two of you got to the ship, the more your heart sunk to your stomach. You were wracked with terror, horrified of the punishment youâd endure. The only thing you could do is let Soap string you along like a puppy on a leash.
âWe need to go,â Soap barked at Price. The other men had long returned from their shopping, only awaiting your arrival with Soap. âNow.â
Gaz fluttered away without question, preparing to undock the ship and leave no trail in the town behind. Price and Ghost, on the other hand, were far more concerned.
âWhat the hell happened?â Ghost asked, voice gruff and dark, eyes narrowed on you.
âDove tried rattinâ us out,â Soap hissed, throwing a glare your way. You shrunk in his hold, avoiding his eyes and bowing your head low. âGuards are lookinâ high and low. They know weâre here.â
âFuckinâ hell,â Ghost grunted, leaving the three of you to aid Gaz in prepping the ship for sail. He walked with a looming shadow over him, black and scary, oozing out the mist of pure acrimony.
Price stood tall and terrifying, arms crossed over his chest, the lines of his face firm and tight. He stared at you with a guise of disappointment and resentment, and if looks could kill, you would surely be one of their many victims.
The Captain took a step towards you, leaning down to your height. His hand grabbed hold of your face, fingers digging into your flesh as he forced you to look at him. His eyes were glaring, stabbing you with millions of daggers.
He shifted your head from side to side, inspecting the specks of blood that dotted your face. He was silent, making everything much more unnerving, and when he let go of you, he spared you not another glance.
âTake her to the cell,â Price ordered Soap. âWeâll deal with it later.â
Soap nodded grimly, tugging your arm aggressively so he could guide you to the brig doors. The sight of them made you sick, and you fought in his hold, which did nothing but make you look like a fool.
âStop squirminâ,â he hissed, irritated. Seeing him without his signature smile made your chest fill with sickening guilt, and it twisted your insides in a painful knot.
The cell welcomed you when you stepped down familiar stairs. It was a slap in the face, seeing it once again, and you wanted nothing more than to take back everything youâd done and apologize to Price until he let you back into the comfort of his quarters.
But there was no going back. The deed was done. This was your price for freedom, and before it was handed to you, it had been snatched right out of your hands.
Soap shoved you into the cell with enough force to ensure you went inside, but gentle enough to make sure you didnât topple over. Even now, when youâd betrayed his trust, he didnât aim to hurt you. The pill was suffocating to swallow.
The cell shutting behind you rattled through your ears like a deafening shriek. The lock clicked, and Soap made no effort to move, not yet. Instead, he stood there, eyes boring into you through the bars of your cage.
You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. So, you stood shamefully, staring at the floor beneath your aching feet.
Something clattered on the floor, and when you shifted your gaze to find it, what stared back at you was a pair of shoes. New, unworn, and pretty. For you.
Looking up at Soap, his expression was unreadable. He no longer looked at you. He seemed just ashamed as you did. It was as if all the anger he had before had diminished, and he now looked like a hurt boy, betrayed and ridiculed.
âI hope they fit,â he said quietly. While you stared at him, he was now the one avoiding looking at you. âDidnât know what ye liked.â
Soap turned on his heel, trudging up the stairs with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He made no effort to look back at you, to study your stunned expression. Instead, what greeted you was his back as it filtered through the brig doors, shutting behind him with a loud slam.
You looked back at the shoes, careful when you picked them up. They were bland in taste, yet the prettiest thing youâd been gifted in your life.
Soap trusted you to stay while he went to surprise you with a new pair of shoes, and you had only gone behind his back out of fear of his pirate crew that had taken you from your home.
You felt no better than a pirate.
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14 year old transgender girl Pauly Likens was unjustly robbed of her life due to trans panic between the dates of June 22nd and July 3rd, 2024. say her name.
i have seen only one or two posts about this, but none of them include her name and it sickens me. Her name is Pauly Likens, a 14 year old transgender girl from Sharon, Pennsylvania who met up with a 29 year old man whom she met on Grindr who was brutally murdered and her body was dismembered because she was a trans girl. she went missing on June 22nd, and her dismembered body was found on July 3rd, 2024. her body was DISMEMBERED and thrown into a river. she was not only murdered but BRUTALLY murdered. she was 14 years old. 14. she couldn't even legally drive yet in the united states. she just barely graduated elementary school.
her mother is fighting for her case to be processed and acknowledged as a hate crime. i am disgusted to find out that my home state of Pennsylvania only considers racial discrimination as real discrimination that can be persecuted by law. gender identities and sexual orientations are not considered at all. lawyers and government officials are also trying to deny that it was a hate crime, because her murderer was a self admitted gay man. i don't care what type of queer you are: there is never an excuse to lay hands on a transgender person just because you don't like how they identify.
this is utterly sickening. to say this wasn't a hate crime is living in denial. i don't care if her murderer was gay. he's a murderer who had a clearly charged reason for doing this. he stole a life from a young transgender girl for no reason other than she identified in a way he didn't like. he's not dangerous because he's gay, nor is he exempt from being transphobic. his sexuality had nothing to do with this. not only was this man a dangerous transphobe, but a predator. a 29 year old man willingly met up with a 14 year old child. this man is dangerous for reasons that have nothing to do with his sexuality. he's a transphobic child predator. he deserves no sympathy or to get off scott free just because he's gay. he willingly met up with Pauly. she didn't force him to do anything. she was a child, and he is an adult.
please say her name. while talking about the dangers of Grindr and how minors should not use it, please include her name. yes Grindr is an extremely dangerous platform for trans women, men, and trans people in general, but that shouldn't be the focus of your conversation about her. don't use her death as a platform to discuss how fucked up grindr is without acknowledging who she was as a person. don't just make her another statistic on a page. she was a real person, a child, who was robbed of her life, and robbed from her community. she is not just another number in a long list of trans panic murders. her life meant something. say her name. fight like hell for Pennsylvania to acknowledge that her death WAS a hate crime. their archaic outdated laws need updating.
her family has a GoFundMe to give her a proper burial, please consider donating or spreading the word about it:
here is a news article that genders her correctly where you can read more about what happened:
rest in power, Pauly Likens, we miss you. you are loved. we will fight like hell for you and your family. remember her.
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the case of the missing pickles
poly!marauders x slytherin seer!reader who can't stop Seeing them [2.9k words]
amalgamation of various prompts:
prompt 1 from đŽđ anon: I was wondering if you could do a part two of Sight's Set where one of her visions comes true? maybe the vision is of her on a date with them to Hogsmeade, but it turns out differently where she goes to Hogsmeade alone and they find her there and join her??? prompt 2 from anonymous: Can I please request marauders with a reader who are just in the beginning of their relationship and yet they know r so well like she doesn't have to even ask and she's all confused and flustered prompt 3 from đď¸ anon: Remus calling feisty slytherin reader 'dove' being her kryptonite
The sun was warm on your skin as the castle gates permeated your view. You were trying to hide your amused smile at the boysâ antics, though youâre sure you were unsuccessful when a gentle laugh escaped your lips.
James faltered in his steps at the sound, turning to look at you with a beaming smile.
âWell gorgeous,â Sirius teased with a salacious grin as he moved to stand in front of you. âI had a wonderful time on our date today.âÂ
Remus breathed out a chuckle as he placed your jacket that he had been carrying over your shoulders, taking a moment to squeeze your shoulder affectionately before moving to stand with James.
âDonât make any plans for next Hogsmeade weekend; weâll definitely be doing this again!â James called; Remus encouraging him forward by a hand on his waist as Sirius walked away from you backwards to continue looking you up and down.
âDonât miss us too much.â He said with a wink before turning to join the other two boys.
You woke up with a start, shooting upright in your bed as you sucked in a much needed breath. Goosebumps erupted all over your body as the feeling of being submerged in cold water began to dissipate and your nervous system realised it wasnât dying.
After nearly two decades of living with âthe giftâ of Sight, one would think your body would have a better response to it.
Alas, it still acted like you were moments away from death.
Perhaps it wasnât too far off, what with all your Sights of the Marauders overtaking your every waking (and sleeping) moment; perhaps you were dying, perhaps that would be preferable.
After taking a warm shower to bring some much needed heat back to your bones and wash away the residual nerves that your vision had caused, you decided to put it out of your mind; you would never agree to waste one of your precious Hogsmeade trips with the Marauders anyways, so there really was no point stewing over it.
You eventually made your way into the Slytherin common room to find Regulus and Barty already situated with a copy of the Daily Prophet.
âGood morning, Treasure!â Barty cheered as he stood abruptly from his spot on the sofa with Regulus. âHeading to Hogsmeade today?â
âYou know that I am, Barty.â You responded with a smirk. âI told you I needed to go to Tomes and Scrolls; the book I ordered should be in.â
âGreat!â Barty clapped his hands together. âI need to stop at Dogweed & Deathcap!â
âAbsolutely not.â
Barty paused in his excited tirade to look at you incredulously. âWhat do you mean, absolutely not!?â
âI mean you are absolutely not coming with me, Barty.â
âWhy!?â
âBarty.â You started as if you were speaking to a rather troublesome toddler. âLast time I let you come with me you had us kicked out of Zonkoâs and then spent two and half hours violently debating with the Dogweed & Deathcap shopkeep about the proper brewing times for veritaserum.âÂ
Barty stared at you bewilderedly as you held his gaze.
âYouâre really not going to let me come with you?â He asked after a painfully long silence.Â
âNo.â
Barty stomped his foot once and let out a petulant breath. âThen youâre not allowed to be my best woman at our wedding!â
Regulus looked up from the newspaper heâd been engrossed with in favour of this ridiculous conversation to look at the two of you in bemusement.
âWha-? Weâre not getting married?â Regulus stated as a question, effectively removing Bartyâs furious glare from you only to have it directed at himself.Â
âItâs just one sodding disappointment after another!â He screeched before turning and storming off towards the boysâ dormitory.Â
You and Regulus stared at the empty spot that was once Barty Crouch Junior before Regulus broke the silence by standing with a tired sigh.Â
âWell I guess I know what youâll be up to today.â You teased gently earning you a groan from the youngest Black.Â
âIf you happen to be by HoneydukesâŚâ
âYeah, yeah.â You cut him off, accepting the galleons he pulled from his pocket as he held them out to you. âIâll pick him up some sugared butterfly wings.âÂ
âThanks, Iâll need all the help I can get.â He grumbled as he made his way after his cantankerous boyfriend.Â
Even the dreary weather couldnât bring your mood down as you pocketed your galleons and accepted Bartyâs bag of sugared butterfly wings from the Honeydukes shopkeep.Â
You loved Hogsmeade, and you loved visiting with your friends, but sometimes there was nothing like enjoying a peaceful trip on your own.
Feeling quite pleased at having procured your special order from Tomes & Scrolls and successfully running Regulusâ errands, you pulled your hood up to protect yourself from the elements outside before pushing open the shop door only to collide with a heavy force on the other side.Â
âHullo, L/N!â James called as he quickly righted you.Â
This cannot be happening.Â
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â You grumbled as you stepped out of Jamesâ hold, pretending like you didnât notice the slight fall in his expression at the loss of contact.
âNope, I think youâll find Iâm really quite Sirius.â Sirius said with a wink.
âEw-â You started, turning to look at the longhaired boy in disgust. âThat was terrible. Thatâs a terrible joke.âÂ
âListen, when you get cursed with a name thatâs also an adjective, you get to make all the terrible jokes youâd like.â He responded plainly.Â
âYou get used to it.â Remus sighed; offering you a sympathetic crooked smile.
âI should think I wonât, thank you very much.â You said as you turned to walk away, only to feel a gentle hand grasp your elbow.
âWhoa whoa, whereâre you off too in such a hurry?â James asked teasingly.Â
âThe castle?â You responded quickly, immediately berating yourself for deigning to explain yourself to the likes of the Marauders.Â
âBefore lunch?â Remus asked then. âItâs not a trip to Hogsmeade without a stop at the Three Broomsticks.âÂ
âIâm not hungry.â You proclaimed with finality only for your stomach to traitorously contradict you by groaning rather loudly at the thought of one of your beloved tuna melts from the restaurant.
âLiar.â Sirius smirked smugly. âTo the Three Broomsticks!â
Before you had a chance to protest, Remus and Sirius were walking ahead as James threw his arm over your shoulders and guided you after them.
âGet your hands off of me, Potter.â You spat.
âSorry sweetheart, I wish I could, but then Iâd have no way of ensuring that you wouldnât just take off.â He apologised, not sounding very apologetic at all.Â
You thought of your Sight from this morning but decided you were relatively safe; they had called it a date - this was decidedly a hostage situation. Besides, the weather had been really rather lovely in your Sight; todayâs weather was quite the opposite.
It was fine.
This wasnât a date.
You were fine.
Just fine.Â
Except you had no sooner entered the Three Broomsticks before Sirius was pulling out a chair for you as James rather forcefully sat you in it; Remus quickly sitting and blocking your means of escape on your other side.
âIâll go order!â James called quickly before nearly skipping towards the bar to do just that.
Sirius sat across from you looking all sorts of chuffed at his current predicament, smiling knowingly between Remus and yourself. âSo,â he started. âAny more visions of your wonderful future with us?â
âBite me.â You spat immediately, hoping to all the gods that no one noticed the heat emanating from your cheeks at the question.Â
âIâll take that as a yes.â He smirked.
âBe nice to her.â Remus chided softly. âShe already doesnât want to be here.â
Thatâs right, you thought petulantly before quickly scolding yourself for agreeing with a Marauder.Â
Entirely too soon in your opinion did James return, happily sitting beside Sirius and looking around the table. âSo! Whatâd I miss?â
âY/N wants me to bite her.â Sirius responded quickly. âOkay!â James agreed readily. âNow?â
âOh my gods Iâm going to avada myself.â You muttered as you pressed your fingers into your temples.
âOh come now, not before lunch.â Remus chuckled, rubbing conciliatory circles onto your back.
You couldnât believe how tactile these boys seemed to be; they almost always had their hands on each other in some way. Sirius currently had a hand on Jamesâ thigh who had his arm thrown casually over the other boyâs shoulder. You were almost certain that James had extended his legs under the table and was currently playing some form of footsie with Remus, who, in turn, had his hand on your back.Â
And then you thought of the ease that James had thrown his arm over your own shoulder on your way here as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
âWhatâre you thinking so hard about?â Sirius asked, pressing a finger to the divot that was growing between your brows before you hastily swatted his hand away from you.
âJust wondering what I ever did in another life to deserve this.âÂ
âMustâve been an angel in another life to deserve us.â He responded haughtily.
âSheâs an angel in this life too.â James added; beaming smile making you feel as though you needed to squint your eyes lest you look directly at it.Â
The barkeep saved you from having to think of a response by placing food in front of each of you.
Your beloved tuna melt that you had been dreaming of earlier sat on a plate before you, confusing you as to how James seemed to know your order.
But perhaps he hadnât; perhaps the barkeep recognised you and knew what you usually ordered.Â
You pulled open the sandwich and were hit by another curiosity.
âThereâs no pickles?â You asked aloud, causing the three boys to look at you in bemusement.Â
âDid you want pickles?â James asked you slowly; his fork hovering over his plate as he delayed the first bite of his own meal on your account.Â
âWellâŚno, but it usually comes with pickles.â You explained dumbly.Â
âYes but you always pick them off, so I asked for no pickles.â He explained simply before finally taking his long awaited bite.Â
âHow did you know that?â You demanded rather harshly then.Â
âKnow what? Your order?â Sirius asked on Jamesâ behalf.
âYes. And the pickles.â
âBecause we pay attention?â Remus offered then; you could see him scrutinising you from the corner of your eye.
âDo you want me to go ask for pickles so that you can pick them off?â James teased then, an ill-suppressed amused grin threatening to overtake his face.Â
âNo, I want you to stop that.â
âStop what?â Sirius asked with a smirk. âKnowing things about you?â
âYes, that. Stop that.â You ordered.
âYouâd have to obliviate me.â James taunted, leaning on his elbow and resting his chin on his fist as he considered you.Â
âBetter make sure to get the incantation right, gorgeous.â Sirius added. âOtherwise youâll be responsible for his care when you ultimately put him into a vegetative state.â
You huffed petulantly before opting to take a bite from your sandwich in favour of continuing with your current conversation.Â
âIâm sorry, but I have to ask-â Remus started with an amused grin on his face. âIf you donât like pickles, why donât you just ask for no pickles?â
You let out a conceding sigh as you swallowed your bite. âI donât want to be a botherâŚitâs just as easy to pick them off myself.â
You felt shame prickle at the back of your neck when your answer was met with silence before Sirius let out a bark of laughter.Â
âOh my Godric,â He exclaimed excitedly. âYou are a big softy.âÂ
Against your better judgement you kicked your foot out at the long haired Marauder, horrified when James yelped before reaching under the table to rub his hand over his shin.Â
âFucking hells, sorry Potter.â You grumbled as you tried to curl in on yourself, watching as Remus cooed at the bespectacled boy and Sirius laughed at him.Â
âOh, no worries angel.â James offered you tightly, voice coloured with pain as he forced a smile at you. âMerlin, you've got quite the leg on you.â
âFuck yeah she does.â Sirius agreed salaciously, earning him a fiery glare from you as you considered re-aiming your foot.Â
âEasy there, dove. Play nice, yeah?â Remus murmured then, causing a shiver to rush down your spine as you turned to look at him with your mouth parted slightly.
You were absolutely horrified at the very visible reaction you had to the scarred boyâs endearment - and you knew it was a very visible reaction because Remus had a very visible reaction to it.Â
âYouâre alright, dove.â He murmured again, this time with a knowing smirk before turning back to his own sandwich and pretending like he hadnât just completely rocked your world with one simple word.Â
You looked over to see Sirius pick off of Jamesâ plate as you waited for James to use his fork as a weapon for the egregious crime of stealing food, only to see James quickly load up a fork-full and hold it out for Sirius to try.Â
âFuck, I should have ordered that instead.â Sirius admitted as he swallowed the bite.
âWanna switch?â James offered quickly, already lifting his plate to give Sirius room to slide his over should he want.Â
âIâm not taking your meal, bubs.â Sirius responded with a smile as a faint blush dusted the tops of his cheeks.Â
âYouâre not taking, Iâm offering.â James insisted, moving Siriusâ plate in front of him before placing his own plate in front of Sirius when it became obvious the other boy wasnât going to help.Â
âThank you.â Sirius admitted rather shyly for the notoriously boisterous boy before he pecked a kiss to Jamesâ cheek.
You looked over to Remus in bemusement only to see him looking lovingly over at his boyfriends.Â
âDid you wanna switch, too?â Remus asked then, alerting you to the fact that he was quite aware that you had been staring at him.
âAbsolutely not; you stay away from my tuna melt.â You spat before taking another bite.
You found yourself quite glad that the boys simply laughed before moving on to other topics of conversation, watching curiously as they talked and joked the afternoon away.
By the time the four of you were making your way back towards the castle the sky had cleared, leaving the spring air fresh and fragrant in the warm sun.
You felt a gentle tug and turned to watch Remus pull your jacket out of your arms before folding it over his own arm to carry it for you.
Shit.Â
âMoons! What do muggles call the game âleaping toadstoolsâ?â Sirius called suddenly from where he and James had run ahead.
Remus breathed out a chuckle as he smiled at them. âLeapfrog.â He called back with an audible eyeroll you were sure was mostly for show.
âRem, I bet five galleons that me and Pads can leapfrog the whole way back to the castle.â James shouted.
âIâm not betting.â
James let out a horrified scoff. âWhy not!?â
âBecause I know that you likely can even though you probably shouldnât.â He responded simply.
âDonât rain on our parade, Moony.â Sirius said dismissively, waving Remus off like he was the definition of anti-fun.Â
And to your absolute horror, you found yourself rather entertained as you watched them line up to play leapfrog; the only interruption of the game on your walk being to pet the odd cat, point at a patch of honking daffodils, and to run back and steal kisses from Remus (glaring at them when they threatened to do the same with you).Â
The sun was warm on your skin as the castle gates permeated your view. You were trying to hide your amused smile at the boysâ antics, though youâre sure you were unsuccessful when a gentle laugh escaped your lips.
James faltered in his steps at the sound, turning to look at you with a beaming smile.
âWell gorgeous,â Sirius teased with a salacious grin as he moved to stand in front of you. âI had a wonderful time on our date today.âÂ
Remus breathed out a chuckle as he placed your jacket that he had been carrying over your shoulders, taking a moment to squeeze your shoulder affectionately before moving to stand with James.
âDonât make any plans for next Hogsmeade weekend; weâll definitely be doing this again!â James called; Remus encouraging him forward by a hand on his waist as Sirius walked away from you backwards to continue looking you up and down.
âDonât miss us too much.â He said with a wink before turning to join the other two boys.
And though you would sooner die than admit this to anyone, after this rather lovely afternoon and with the amount of time the Marauders have spent leapfrogging through your mind, you didnât think you could miss them too much, even if you wanted to.
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