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something-fanfiction-ie · 5 years ago

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The Years

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: *SMUT* So you embarrass yourself in front of Derek and Spencer, the details of the case are mentioned and are a little intense, and smut. Like, rough, Spencer smut because there is nothing you can say that could convince me that Spencer Reid is a bottom. And swearing.

A/N: AH THE ENDING PROBABLY SUCKS BUT I TRIED REALLY HARD I PROMISE. Also, this is ridiculously long and not all of it is smut. For a hot second this WAS an OC story but I thought you guys would enjoy a self-insert more so I changed it. LOTS AND LOTS OF THANKS TO MY FAV FIC WRITER AND NEW TUMBLR FRIENDS, @reidmorefanfics and @pomsephone Y’all are the best. Also, remember to shower me in reblogs, comments, asks, messages, likes, and anything else you can think of to boost my ego. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND THANK YOU GUYS FOR READING!!!

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“Actually, that reminds me of a joke that I know.” At the front of the crowded lecture hall, a young Dr. Spencer Reid looks over at his partner eagerly, a smile already splitting his lips apart. Derek Morgan, however, looks over at his partner with a mixture of fear and secondhand embarrassment.

“Reid, I don’t think-” Morgan tries to save him, he really does, but Reid tucks his hair behind his ears and ignores him by starting the joke.

“Einstein, Heisenberg, Newton, and Pascal are playing hide and seek. Einstein covers his eyes and begins counting. While Heisenberg and Pascal run off and hide, Newton takes out some chalk and marks a square on the ground with a side length of exactly 1 meter, then sits down inside the square. When Einstein is finished counting and sees Newton sitting on the ground, he yells, "Ha, I've found you, Newton!". Newton however replies, "No you haven't! You've found Pascal!’”

A short, surprised laugh joins Spencer’s small chuckles, dragging his eyes to the location the sound had come from. Derek looks too, completely taken aback that anyone other than Reid had actually understood the joke. Yet, lo and behold, a young girl sitting in the front row with her cheeks stoplight red and her hand nervously covering her mouth.

Proudly, Spencer nods for Morgan to end the talk, his chest a little puffed out and a smug smile twitching at his lips. They wrap things up quickly, eager to grab some food after leaving campus and before heading back to the BAU.

When Spencer turns to gather his things, grabbing his bag, he notices the soft shuffle of feet against the hardwood flooring of the stage. A pair of black converse peek into his peripheral vision, attached to a pair of long legs that make Spencer blush for noticing at all. Lifting his eyes further, he meets the shy gaze of the only person who had laughed at his joke. It came as no surprise when he sees that your tee shirt had a picture of a cat with the words ‘Wanted: Dead and Alive’ in block lettering.

“Dr. Reid,” Your left hand comes up to push a stray lock of hair away from your face, a single gold band wrapped around your left index finger, “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I just, uhm, I had a couple questions?”

Looping the strap of his bag over his head and letting the familiar weight of it settle against his hip before he responds, Spencer ignores the way Derek looks at him by pretending he isn’t there at all.

“Of course,” Spencer meets your eyes, which are a beautiful shade of (y/e/c). “I like the shirt by the way. I’m not usually much of a t-shirt person, but I might wear one like that.” You laugh, shifting on your feet and twisting the ring on your finger.

“Thank you, I got it as a Christmas present. Along with ten billion other nerdy t-shirts. But uhm, I was curious how old you were when you joined the FBI?” Morgan holds his tongue, pretending to shuffle papers around and not pay attention to the poor girl’s crush.

“I was twenty-two. I finished two of my doctorates the year prior.”

“I thought you had to be twenty-three? I’ve always wanted to join the FBI as soon as I could but I thought I had a little more time. That’s what I read anyways. I could be wrong, you would know more than I do.” You looked down at your shoes, kicking the toe of one converse into the wood, your hair falling forward over your shoulders.

“No, you’re right. I had an age waiver. You’re eighteen? Nineteen? You’ve still got some time to prepare.”

“I’m seventeen, actually.” Your lips skewed to the side, the confession barely above a whisper as you continued to stare at your feet. Spencer blanched, unable to contain his surprise. He was quick to school his features, though, when you finally looked back at him.

“You’re seventeen and you understood his joke?” Morgan couldn’t help but cut in now, stepping away from the table he’d been pushing papers around on and toward the two younger people left in the room.

“A pascal is a unit of measurement equal to one Newton per square meter. By sitting in a square meter, Newton was being one newton per square meter. Which is, again, equal to a pascal. So he was Pascal.” A smile had worked it’s way past the nerves that jumped around your body. You weren’t very used to talking to young, attractive, intelligent doctors who worked for the FBI.

“Although, even if I hadn’t understood the science behind the joke I might have still laughed. You see, there is this thing called the Halo Effect, which is basically a cognitive bias you might develop based on your initial impression of someone that can change how you feel about their specific traits. Essentially, one example would be that someone you find attractive may seem funnier or more intelligent simply because you find them attractive.”

It takes all of a second for your face to turn beat red as you realizes your nervous ramblings have made you reveal the silly crush you had started to develop on the young doctor. Derek’s lips purse in amusement when he sees the similar shade of red that has colored his partner’s cheeks.

“Not that I’m saying I find you attractive,” Your heart stops cold in your chest and you are quick to retract the statement. “Not to say you’re ugly either, because that’s not what I’m trying to say at all. Just that my first impression of you as a nice and attr- I mean, intelligent man could have very well made my amusement slightly biased because I was more willing to like you based solely on my first impression of you. Which was that you are very nice and, and intelligent.”

It takes all the willpower in the world for you not to throw yourself down the stairwell later that day, the embarrassment having barely faded even hours later. The two men had been quick to assure you they knew you weren’t saying you had a crush on Dr. Reid, but they were obviously just trying to protect your feelings. They wouldn’t be FBI Profilers if they couldn’t tell you had a crush on him. The conversation was pretty much over after that, you being suddenly desperate to make an escape and Dr. Reid just as eager to leave the campus grounds.

The whole team teased him about his teenage fan for months after it happened, Derek had been quick to let everyone know when they came back. Reid had tried to hide from them by scrunching down into his seat and covering his face with a book, but it hadn’t helped him at all.

Eventually though, both you and Spencer were able to move on from the embarrassing moment, though neither of you forgot it. Those moments where you’re all alone and the most embarrassing moments of your life come to creep up and embarrass you all over again? The memory always came back during those moments.

The team, however, seemed to forget about it, Gideon and Elle leaving and Rossi and Prentiss replacing them as the years faded the memory for them.

It wasn’t until JJ took her new position at the Pentagon and Ashley left after her brief consultation on the case in New Mexico that the memory came back to truly haunt you both.

The whole team had heard whispers of a ‘probationary agent’ that would be stepping in to assist wherever needed. Hotch was good at keeping quiet and avoiding questions on the matter, somehow keeping Penelope just as much out of the loop as the rest of the team.

No one was even sure when the new agent was supposed to be coming until the glass doors to the BAU opened and in stepped a young woman with (y/h/c) hair and (y/e/c) eyes. Derek squinted his eyes, your face tickling the back of his memory in a way that annoyed him. Spencer tensed, his eidetic memory quick to remind him of the seventeen year old girl that had basically confessed she thought he was cute, and then called him ‘not ugly’ to try and cover her tracks.

“Agent (Y/L/N), nice to finally meet you.” Hotch said, holding the door open as you nodded your thanks and slipped inside his office with a box in your arms.

“That must be the probationary agent.” Prentiss directed the comment at Reid, oblivious to the resurfaced embarrassment that boiled his cheeks to that same shade of red he’d been in that lecture hall seven years ago. He kept his book up in front of his face while he tried to cool his cheeks, looking over the top of the binding and into Hotch’s window.

You’re sitting ram-rod straight in the seat in front of Hotch’s desk that is closest to the door, your box of things clutched tightly in your white-knuckled hands. Your hair is still the same length, swaying at your shoulders. You’ve switched the Schrödinger’s cat shirt for a deep velvet red dress shirt with the sleeves rolled at your elbows.

But even with the obvious nerves displayed in your current body language, it’s easy to see you aren’t the same stuttering seventeen year old Reid remembers. You holds steady eye contact with Hotch, nodding and fluidly responding in such a way that the usually stoic unit chief actually breaks into a grin that dimples his cheeks. When he stretches over his desk for a handshake, your left hand comes up and grips Hotch’s firmly.

“I’m glad it’s a girl, it was starting to feel a little too testosteronie around here with JJ gone.” Garcia had made her way into the bullpen, a cup of tea balanced in her bejeweled fingers as she, and the rest of the team, size up the girl heading for Hotch’s door.

“I don’t think ‘testosteronie’ is a word, baby girl.” Derek teases, trying to ignore the nagging feelings that he knows this girl from somewhere. Maybe they’d met on a case? But no, that doesn’t feel right.

“It is now, Derek. Don’t argue with me or I’ll have to punish you.” She brings the lip of her cup up, sipping at the lukewarm tea still inside and patting Morgan’s cheek with her free hand. Hotch’s door finally opens again and you step out after Aaron.

A hush falls over the room, all eyes trained to the newest and now youngest member of the team.

“We’ll do introductions on the plane, for now I need everyone in the conference room for a case.” Hotch is quick to make eye contact with everyone, his gaze stern and demanding.

Spencer is the last one into the room, practically dragging his feet to one of the chairs around the circle table. Thankfully, you were sitting across the table. Somehow you haven’t seemed to notice him.

“Yesterday Dawes County police found the body of Julia Hastings along a hiking trail in Kladon. This is the second body they have found in the area in two weeks, the first belonging to Heather Greenaway. Both victims are in their early to mid twenties. Hands and feet bound, buried face down. Each victim was struck once in the back of the head, making cause of death blunt force trauma.”

From your spot at the table, you glance up with narrowed eyes as you open the file you’d been given at the beginning of the meeting.

“Where did they disappear from?” Reid asks, a connection forming in his brain as each picture and detail flies up from Garcia’s tablet and onto the projected pictures before them.

“Night clubs around the area, they were working on the night they each went missing. Both girls were bartenders, had been working at their new jobs a week before they were kidnapped.”

“Justin Millers had the same M.O., kidnapping new female bartenders fitting this exact victimology and holding them hostage for a course of five days, beating and raping them before eventually hitting them on the back of the head with a tire iron.” You don’t look up from the file as you speak, flipping through the pictures and quickly noticing the small odd similarities in the victims between this case and Millers’ case.

“Millers has been locked away for a year and a half.” Derek pointed out, using the opportunity to stare at the face of the girl he was sure he knew but still couldn’t place. When you look up at him, your eyebrows furrowed in a way that reminds him of Reid and your head tilted just a little to the side, he can feel his brain grab onto the memory just before it slips back through his fingers.

“I’d guess a copycat. Something seems different, I just can’t put my finger on it.” Your gaze slides over the table, looking at faces to get a gauge of their opinions on you. When you make eye contact with Reid, your eyes widen just a little before you duck your head. You should have known he was still here at the BAU, you’d only hoped he’d went to another unit out of desperation for this job.

“We’ll look into that theory, for now I just want a profile as if this unsub is working from his own killing preferences. We’ll discuss more on the way there. Wheels up in thirty.” Hotch stands, flipping the cover over the top of his iPad before making his way out of the room. Go bags are grabbed, certain persons avoid bumping into other certain persons, and then the eight hour plane ride to Kladon, Nebraska begins.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Emily tests the name on her lips, having chosen to move by the younger girl after the fourty five minute theory discussion that started the plane ride.

“You can call me (Y/N/N), that’s what my best friend calls me.” You had popped the first two buttons open of your dress shirt and slipped your shoes off to tuck your feet underneath you. Tucked between your thigh and the arm of the seat is a book with a Greek title, in your hands is the open case file.

“Just your best friend?” Rossi asks from across the way, just as curious about the new girl as the rest of them, but a little better at hiding it.

“She’s really my only friend.” You shrug, but not in such a way that you seem bothered by the fact. You reach up to push a strand of hair behind your ear. Reid notices the gold ring that still circles your left index finger, light coming from the window glinting off the metal when you move. It’s the only jewelry you wears.

“A bit of a loner?” Derek joins the conversation, moving up the aisle of the jet with a cup of something hot cradled in his hands. He takes the seat directly in front of you, blowing at the liquid in his cup.

“I was more focused on getting through school than making friends. Emma just happened to be the only person who wouldn’t let me shake her.” There’s a smile on your lips as you talk about your best friend, your eyes soft.

“What did you go to college for?” Derek is fishing, looking for something to tell him where he knows you from. It amuses Reid, who has sequestered himself into a corner a little further away from you than everyone else.

“I have a masters in philosophy, with a focus in Ancient Greek philosophy. I have a bachelor’s in Greek, which is the only other living language I can speak and read outside of English, and I have two doctorates; one in Classic Studies and one in Criminology.” Rossi whistles, shaking his head and leaning back into his seat to express what everyone else is feeling.

“You young people just keep getting smarter and smarter. You know how many doctorates I had at your age? None. You know how many I have now?” You look at him with genuine curiosity, drinking in all the information you can about the people around you like it was a class you were taking to survive.

“None.” The laugh that bubbles from your lips is infectious and carefree, it pulls Reid’s attention away from his book and it drags Hotch from the constant state of worry that he mentally paces in. Emily, Derek, and Rossi all exchange looks before their own laughter fills the air. It’s nice.

The feeling reminds you of that scene in Mary Poppins where Dick Van Dyke and Ed Wynn laugh themselves into the ceiling. So light and carefree that it could lift them into the sky.

“Why all the attention on the Greek?” Prentiss manages when the laughter subsides, reaching down for the book the young doctor has tucked away. Η φόνισσα, it reads with a black and white picture of arms twisted to the side of the bookcover. You make no move to grab for it, letting the other woman flip through the pages.

“My father was a Greek Philosophy professor before he died, I suppose it’s my way of trying to stay close to him.” Prentiss looks up from the pages, a look of sympathy in her eyes.

“And your mother?” The change in your entire demeanor is like cold water on the conversation, freezing the group in their spots. You reach for the book, tucking it back into the space between your thigh and the seat.

“I don’t know.” It’s the only blatant lie you’ve told since they started talking to you, averting your eyes and shifting in your seat. No one presses the topic, giving the new girl the space you need.

You take the case file with you when you go to make a cup of coffee in the small kitchenette situated in the back of the plane. Reid is already back there, pouring a steady stream of sugar into the otherwise black liquid.

“Dr. Reid.” You nod your head in greeting, avoiding his eyes by setting your folder on the counter and pretending to read it. You’ve been going over every detail of the case for so long that you’ve memorized everything there is to know. There are notes and theories scribbled into the margins and little sticky notes with questions scattered around the papers.

“It helps to step away for a little bit, that way when we land you come back to it with fresh eyes.” The utensils drawer clicks shut as Reid grabs a spoon to stir his coffee, risking the chance to finally look at you.

You’re twisting the ring on your finger and chewing the inside of your cheek. Without your shoes on, the top of your head comes to his shoulders.

When you look up at him, (y/e/c) eyes thoughtful and just as curious as the day they met, Reid can’t fight the urge that draws his gaze to your lips. The skin there is so very soft looking, surprising him when the thought of kissing them hits him like a train.

He clears his throat, focusing all of his attention on the coffee cup in front of him. The sugar is completely stirred in at this point, but he kind of wants to stay in the hopes that you’ll strike up a conversation.

“But everyone is different so you don’t have to listen to me, just do whatever helps you.” His shoulders lift in a shrug and he’s glad that nobody is there to see him interact with this girl. They would know how he felt before he could even come to terms with it himself.

As quickly as you are there, you leave. Completely flustered and unsure how to go about navigating a relationship that’s foundation was an unintentional love confession. Maybe, you thought as you leaned into your seat and closed your eyes, if I just ignore him then everything will be fine.

By the time the jet touched down in Nebraska, you had fallen into a dead sleep with your book sitting open in your lap. Emily was the one to reach out and gently shake your shoulder, the smile on her face gentle and motherly. Still blinking away sleep, you quickly scrambled to grab your bag and book before rushing for the exit.

Unfortunately for you, the shoe laces on one of your shoes hadn’t been completely tied. Add that to the speed in which you were trying to separate yourself from Reid, and you managed to trip over your feet and right into the person you were trying to avoid.

Your bag hit the ground, the book following suit as a warm hand grabbed you by your upper arm and pulled. When you collided with someone’s chest, you didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Reid smelled like old books, laundry detergent, and cinnamon.

“Your shoe is untied.” He said, his voice rumbling in his chest. You didn’t look up, afraid the heat in your cheeks would give you away. You looked down instead, noticing the way your feet were inside the breadth of his stance. One shoe’s laces laid precariously around your foot as if mocking you. Quickly, you took a step away and almost tripped again on your bag. You caught yourself on one of the seats, holding a hand out to keep Reid from grabbing you again.

“Thank you, I’m okay. Really.” You didn’t meet his eyes, every lewd thought you’d had during that stupid lecture about his lips and hands and hair came rushing back at you with every glance. You wouldn’t be surprised if he could see each fantasy written on your face like a lusty, ten-cent romance novel.

Morgan, having stopped to watch the two doctors in your clearly flustered states, suddenly felt it click in his brain. Sure, you were older and not as squirrelly as he remembered, but the way you were looking at his partner was nearly the exact same as you had seven years ago.

Feeling smug for finally figuring it out, he walked up to Spencer with his bag thrown over his shoulder, stopping beside him as they both watched you rush for the exit.

“Can you imagine someone having a crush on you for seven years? Oh, wait.” Bending down to grab his bag, Spencer shook his head in such a way that a few loose curls tangled on his eyelashes. A simple sweep of his hand across his face helped to push it away.

“It took you long enough to figure it out.” Spencer took the lead, dreading the car ride with Derek to the medical examiners. He had been hoping his older partner wouldn’t remember who you were, at least, until the case was solved.

“Oh ho ho, don’t think you can avoid this conversation with insults, pretty boy.” Morgan was hot on his tail, and that was exactly where he stayed for the next three days that the team was in Nebraska.

The killer was, in fact, a massive fan of the infamous Justin Millers. It was just a matter of pinpointing which of the crazy fanatics he was, which might have been easier if the local populace was more open to talking to law enforcement.

It was by a brilliant stroke of luck, or rather misfortune, that the team realized sending you undercover would help on many different levels. Not only did you fit the victimology, (all they needed to do was get you a ‘job’ at one of the local bars) but you would also be able to get information from the civilians that were unwilling to talk to the FBI.

Four days into your undercover mission, you found yourself wiping down the counter after closing. The band was packing up their equipment on stage and your boss had already left. Laily, the only other bartender here tonight, was flirting with the drummer while you closed things up behind the counter.

As was customary, the members of your team had taken turns following you around everyday just in case anything happened. Today just so happened to be Spencer’s turn, you’d managed to slip him into the back room before all the customers had left for the night. It was the only reason you gave Laily the okay when she asked if you would be cool closing by yourself tonight.

“I can’t believe after five years of college, I’m back to bartending.” You grumbled, shouldering the backroom door open with a box full of beer in your hands. Spencer jumped up from the crate he’d been leaning against, holding the back of the door open so you could get in a little easier.

“You were a bartender before?” He asked curiously, trying to ignore the way the low-cut black uniform shirt you were wearing fit against your figure and twisted his insides. Factor in the tight jeans that hung on your hips and the sheen of sweat on your skin from the hot summer night and he could barely focus, let alone protect you from any possible threats.

“The years between my college graduation and my joining the FBI, yeah. I could have done something different, I guess, but I wanted to have a normal young adult job before I spent the rest of my life chasing serial killers and such.” You turned to face him, actually meeting his eyes for the first time this week.

Unlike you, he was wearing his FBI Kevlar. The navy blue tie that he wore was tucked into the top of it, the baby blue sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up around his elbows. You, yourself, were having an awful time trying to keep from getting all kinds of flustered just looking at him.

The young profiler you remember was all wiry and clean cut, the man in front of you is more scraggly. His hair curls around his jawline and his forearms are far more attractive than anybody’s forearms ought to be.

His parents were just showing off, casually bringing a child into the world that looks like that.

“I don’t want things to be weird between us.” He blurted, surprising himself. You could tell by the way his brows dipped down and he took a step back immediately after saying it. Even his cheeks were a little pink.

“What happened between us was like seven years ago and all you did was tell me you had a crush on me. And then take it back. I just don’t want it to affect our work relationship because everyone already likes you a lot and I want to get the chance to like you as well.” For someone who always seems so very shy and awkward, his eyes look directly into yours, narrowing just a little. His tongue pokes out from between his lips and turns all of your bones to jelly underneath you.

He just ages like fine wine and you know that, should you be offered a permanent position at the BAU, that you would have to spend the rest of your working days keeping yourself in check while the man in front of you continued to evolve into a more gorgeous version of himself every year. The Spencer you remember had felt like peak Spencer, now this Spencer felt like peak Spencer, but who is to say that five years from now, when he decides to grow a little stubble and style his hair differently, that he wouldn’t somehow get even more attractive?

You open your mouth to come up with some bullshit answer that you didn’t really mean in order to smooth things over, when the door opens again. Spencer, standing directly infront of said door, looks not unlike a deer caught in the headlights of a truck barreling right at him going way too fast on a backroad.

Time crawls at an unusual pace, the door slowly creaking open and Laily’s voice filtering in the opening. Why did he have to wear that stupid vest? Surely the FBI has bullet proof vests you could wear under your clothing. The only idea you could come up with was, honestly, not a very good one. But it was the only one you had.

Practically launching yourself across the room, you catch Spencer’s lips against your own like the world depends on it. Using your own hands, you position Spencer’s arms around you with one hand on the back of your head and the other grabbing underneath your leg that hooks around his waist. The vest uncomfortably digs into your chest with how close your bodies are against one another, your arms now thrown around his neck, but if he keeps kissing you like this then you’ll be inclined to ignore it.

Just seconds ago he had been begging you to have a normal relationship despite your silly ‘past’ crush, now his tongue was fighting for dominance in your mouth. The irony was not lost on you.

“Oh.” Laily gasps a little when she sees you in such a compromising position. The lights from the bar illuminating every detail so that she could see the way Spencer’s fingers desperately tangled in the strands of your hair or how the muscles in his forearm strained as he hungrily pulled your body even closer than before.

The blush on your cheeks and neck are real when you pull your lips away, fire erupting in the pit of your stomach when Spencer catches your bottom lip in between his teeth for just a second. The look in his eyes is devilish when you tilt your head over your shoulder to meet her gaze.

“I’m sorry Laily, this is my boyfriend, Lance. I just- I heard about all those girls that have been going missing and I asked if he would drive me home.” The look in your coworkers eyes is all you need to know that this does not look like just a ride home. Although, it very well could have led to a ride somewhere if she had been just a handful of minutes slower.

“Nice to meet you, Lance. Gwen, I’ll see you tomorrow. Just,” the mischievous twinkle in her eyes does not go unnoticed by the two doctors in the room still tangled around each other, “maybe clock out before things get anymore heated.” She teases, the tone of her voice suggesting that you will be hearing more of this tomorrow.

“Bye, Laily!” The door clicks shut behind her, followed by the chuckles and giggles of Laily and the band as they leave for the night. You relax into Spencer’s arms, moving as if to pull out of them before they tense around you.

“We should be safe now.” You whisper, looking up into his eyes that burn with an intensity you’ve never seen in them before. That damn tongue sweeps across those perfect lips again, drawing your attention and reminding you that you now know what they feel like locked with yours.

“I think I hear somebody coming.” He whispers back, aware that you can both hear the soft bang of the front door closing and locking shut from the outside. Since the killings, the door was always locked if employees were still inside, as a safety precaution. Nobody else was coming in tonight unless they had a key.

Your lips meet his anyways, too tired to pretend that the heat between you wasn’t there. If this was the excuse he needed to kiss you, then you were all the more willing to give it to him. His tongue sweeps across the seam of your lips, causing them to open against his mouth and deepen the kiss.

Both of his wide hands splay against your hips, curling into the soft skin there and pulling you toward him with such force that you nearly trip. The hard edges of his Kevlar vest dig into your ribs and collarbone, the rough material scratching against your exposed skin as you push yourself up on your toes. When he breaks from the kiss, both of you gasping for air not from the length of it by from the passion, it is not to end your tryst.

His lips find the pulse at your neck, sucking a bruise at the soft skin there and pulling a moan from deep within your chest.

“Won’t- Won’t Morgan and Prentiss get worried,” your brain feels like the motherboard of a computer that Spencer has taken into his hands and slammed into a countertop, you can’t think when his teeth nip a love bite to the hickey he’s made on your neck, “if we, uhm, we take too long?”

If you thought the Spencer you met seven years ago was different from the Spencer you knew now, it was only because you’d never seen his bright hazel brown eyes darken with lust from beneath those impossibly long golden lashes. He was a completely different person as he unstrapped himself from the Kevlar, laying it on the floor with a solid thunk before gathering you back into his arms.

“They’ll be okay,” He said in between kisses trailed along your jawline. His movements are confident as he dips a hand down the front of your jeans and into your underwear. Your arms tighten around him, pulling your face into the crook of his neck when his fingers find the already wet entrance to your sex. His answering growl does nothing to keep you from coming undone as he presses the pad of his thumb to the bundle of nerves there. “I’m guessing it won’t be long before I have you in the palm of my hands, anyways.”

You rock your hips into him, your eyes fluttering shut with a gasp when he thrusts two long fingers inside of you. His other arm is wrapped around the center of your back, holding you to him because lord knows you can’t be trusted on your own two feet at a moment like this.

“Is this why you planned on ignoring me? Because you wouldn’t be able to handle it if I didn’t give you this?” You whimper a response, too focused on the relentless pace he has set with his fingers to come up with anything coherent. Everything about the moment is raw and animalistic, every fantasy you’d had about him during the fifty minute lecture did not even begin to touch on the feeling of his hand actually inside of you.

“Spencer, please.” You whined, dropping your arms from his shoulders and gripping onto his biceps like it will keep your soul from leaving your body. Yet, as heavenly as this felt, and as much as it exceeded your fantasies, you wanted more. Every part of you craved the feeling of his skin pressed against yours, sticky with sweat and feverish to the touch.

On a tight time constraint, Spencer doesn’t make you beg anymore than that. Instead, he delights in the way you cry out when he pulls his hand out of your pants and up to his lips. Your own lips part with a tiny popping sound when you watch him put those same fingers into his mouth with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Strip.” He commands, licking the taste of you off his lips and leisurely working at the knot of his tie. You don’t waste a second in crossing your arms over your body to pull the black material over your head and drop it at your feet. Next to come off is your shoes, clattering across the wooden floor when you kick them to the side.

By the time you make it to your pants, Spencer has only undone a quarter of the navy blue buttons on his shirt.

“I need you now, Spencer.” The buttons slip through your fingers, your hands shaking with excitement more than nerves. Although, the nerves are definitely apart of it. Never in a million years did you think you would be here; in the backroom of a bar in Nebraska, with Spencer Reid doing salacious things to you. While on your first case with the BAU, nontheless.

Doing a complete one-eighty, his hands come up to cover your own just before the last button comes undone. His touch is gentle and prompts you to look up into his coffee colored eyes. The light from the single bulb dangling from the ceiling is no good, and yet somehow he manages to look like a piece of artwork painted by the most skilled hand known to mankind.

“We don’t have to do this here. We don’t have to do this at all, if you don’t want to.” You squint your eyes up at him, using your fingernail to pop the last button through the hole on the other side of the shirt. When you let go, the pieces fall away from his chest like he’s caught in slow motion on a Calvin Klein commercial.

“I said I needed you now, not later.” In response, he scoops you into his arms and wraps your legs around his hips. The electricity that pops and crackles between you is nearly visible in the dimly lit room, the fabric of your bra skimming against his collarbone when you breath.

The little whines and whimpers that fall from your lips are driving Spencer crazy, forcing him to push through the door and lower you to a shorter countertop meant for making drinks. Tonight it would be used for other, more wicked things.

“Someone’s a bit excited.” You breathed. There was no way you could take a full breath in a moment like this. Everything was so heated and yet nothing was really happening.

“Shut the fuck up.” And then he was kissing you, his lips warm against your own. Despite the fact that you didn’t think it was possible, he pulled you closer. You knitted your fingers into his curls and gave them a slight tug. God, you loved these curls.

He began sucking a heated trail down your throat, quite possibly leaving a pathway of hickeys. You would be putting makeup over them for at least thirty minutes before you left your hotel room tomorrow, but for now they were heavenly fire against your skin.

Spencer took away his lips long enough to strip from his remaining clothes and throw them over his shoulder. When he stood in front of you looking like a Roman god, bared to no one but yourself, it made you feel like the luckiest person alive.

“I’m so in love with your body.” He groaned just before his lips found your breast, sucking on your nipple. Your head fell back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You fumbled for a moment, patting around the countertop before your brain turned on long enough to get your hand between your legs and down to his naked erection.

He moaned into your breast as you began to move your hand. He let go of your boob and went straight back up to your mouth. His whole body was tensed up but his lips were soft as they parted against against your lips. The whole world felt like it was on fire, and his every touch was another lick of flames.

You move your hand faster, enjoying every groan and grunt and moan that finds it’s way out of his mouth and into yours. He’s already close to orgasm, you can tell by the way he breaks from the kiss, your foreheads pressed together and your breath stirring in the small space between your faces. His grip is tight when he grabs your wrist to make you stop.

“No.” Every nerve and thought and feeling was consumed by you and everything else short-circuited. Spencer couldn’t get the words out of his mouth to properly express what he wanted, it wasn’t often that the young genius was rendered speechless.

But you knew, you knew that he wanted to be inside of you. You knew that because you wanted him inside of you just as much, if not more, than he did. You shift your hips around on the counter, getting closer to the edge as you widen your legs.

“I’m on the pill.” You whisper, watching the sudden realization that he hadn’t come prepared widen his eyes for just a small fraction of a second. Just as quickly, the fear turns into that devlish grin you weren’t aware someone so beautifully shy and awkward could possess.

“Thank you, Pincus, Sanger, and McCormick.” You barely have time to question the comment, although later you’ll realize he’s probably talking about three of the minds behind the invention of the birth control pill. No longer taking his time, Spencer positions himself right at your entrance before running the tip of his cock along your wet folds.

“Fuck!” He slams into you, running his entire length into your body, hitting depths you didn’t even realize had never been touched until he was thrusting against them. It sends a wave of pleasure through every cell in your body as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss him like you’re running out of oxygen.

He holds onto your hips as he repeatedly rams his hips into yours. He has buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting every curse and moan muffle into your skin. The glasses under the counter jangle with every merciless thrust inside you. The sharp bite of his nails digging into your hips makes you hiss, but it’s more from pleasure than pain.

There’s no dirty talking anymore. Every ounce of pretend you both go through while around one another is shed like seconds skins, leaving two people so hungry for each other that it had been too much to bare.

Your fingers are twisted around the short curls at the nape of his neck and your teeth are biting into the solid muscle at his shoulder. The bar always had whiffs of sex and sweat in the air that mixed with the smell of alcohol and perfume, but now it was the strongest scent in the room.

Even as your orgasm starts to build in your belly, you want more. You want to hold him so close that your brain wouldn’t be able to distinguish where you ended and he began. Letting go of his shoulder, your head lolls back and your own nails draw long lines of red down his neck.

“Spencer!” His name leaves your lips in a mix of a sob and a moan, the ecstasy of just his touch alone driving you higher and higher. The sting of his nails leave your hips, one hand reaching to the place where your connected and the other coming up to grip your jaw in his hand.

His thumb rubs against the little button of pleasure that causes your legs to start to tingle like they’ve been asleep for too long. All the while, he ruthless pace doesn’t falter. Sweat sticks a few of his curls to his temples, providing a beautiful glowing effect across the smooth planes and angles of his shoulders and collarbones.

He leans forward to catch your lips in a kiss that ends much too quickly for your taste, but you can feel the rapid exhalation of his breaths as it fans across your cheek.

“Come.” Usually a man of so many words, you had always assumed it would be the same in his sex life. Maybe it was true in most cases, but right now his desire to see you succumb to the pleasure of him inside of you outweighs the need to taunt and tease you with words.

Meeting his eyes, getting off on the smug look that twists his lips as much as you are getting off on his dick actually inside of you, you let yourself fall into the sweet release of your orgasm. Spencer doesn’t stop as you come around him, instead he quickens the pace as his own release works its way to the edge.

Your legs are still shaking when he buries himself into you with one final thrust, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth. He chases the sting of his teeth away with the softness of the kiss that follows, loosing himself in the aftershocks of your own orgasm.

Neither of you move, although he ends the kiss to gasp for air with your foreheads once again pressed against each other. His eyes are closed, the dark pink on his cheeks and neck making him look so much younger than he was. You keep your eyes open, trying to drink in every second and commit it to your memory the way it would forever be in his.

When he steps away, leaving you feeling much more empty than you’d felt in a really long time, the cocktail of your orgasms spill down the inside of your thighs. Suddenly feeling a bit self conscious, you slip off the counter with your arm wrapped around your bared breasts.

The air seems too cold, the bar too quiet, and your mind was too loud with insecurities as you tried to steady yourself on wobbly knees. Nevertheless, you attempt to make a beeline for the backroom door. If you go and put your clothes back on then maybe you could go back to pretending like he doesn’t exist and everything will be fine.

That is until one of those solidly handsome arms come out to stop you in your pursuit of denial.

He’s still naked, standing next to you like a statue carved by the hands of Michaelangelo himself. Although, you aren’t sure the renissance artist would sculpt nail marks into his skin, the signs of your heated escapade only darkening with time. You can only imagine what your own neck looks like, several spots of sensitive skin still overly stimulated from his wandering mouth.

From your vantage point, you can see his swollen lips open to say something, probably that this had been a mistake, when his phone rings from the pair of pants he’d so carelessly thrown to the floor earlier. A small frown mars his angelic features, the side of his mouth twitching with aggravation.

His lips on yours are a surprise you weren’t expecting, despite the sexual encounter you’d just had. This kiss speaks more words than he could ever possibly say, easing all the post-coital dysphoria that comes with the sudden fall from the high you’d been on. It’s gentle and warm, the hand on your arm squeezes reassuredly before he breaks away with one last peck to your forehead. It nearly tears your beating heart out of your chest.

“Come to my hotel room later.” And then he bends down to snag the phone from his pants with an aggravated growl, turning away from you as he lies through his teeth to a worried Prentiss on the other end.

In the backroom, having shimmied back into your pants and going to put your shirt back over your head, you fingers find your lips. They’re just a little swollen, exactly like his, but you wonder if he can still feel that final kiss against them the way that you could.

Oh boy, were you in trouble.

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letarasstuff · 4 years ago

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Miss Missing Curfew

(A/N): This was requested by an anon. I hope you like it :)

Summary: How does Hotch react to his daughter missing her curfew?

Warnings: angry Hotch and angry teenager

Wordcount: 1.3k

✨Masterlist✨ ______________________________

(Y/N) always was an outgoing person. From the moment on she was able to speak coherently and walk steadily the whole world became her friend.

Aaron and Haley surely wanted to encourage her to socialize and meet new people, but they still had to set limits and establish rules to live by. A curfew for example. This is something both parents insisted on her following and (Y/N) did without a fail. After all she knew about her father’s job, what kind of people are out on the streets creeping around and that her parents were concerned about her wellbeing all the time.

Especially after her mother’s death the girl was careful to be at home on time. She didn’t want to be another reason Aaron has to worry. This was before she hit high school. In her freshman year (Y/N) goes through a small and short rebellious phase.

It starts with talking back, not much or mean, but Hotch has to tell her to do a certain chore a few times and has to expect to get some kind of backlash. He doesn’t let it slide, of course, just telling her off and usually his daughter stops and does as told.

“Dad, I’ll be out with a few classmates!” (Y/N) calls into the kitchen, where Aaron is finishing cleaning the counters. “Alright, Sweetheart. Be home by nine!” She pops her head into the room and smiles at him. “I will. Love you!”

It’s currently 8:30 and Hotch sits patiently in the living room watching TV. Every few seconds his eyes dart towards his phone, waiting for it to make a sound. Normally the teenager would have sent him a message by now, telling him she is on her way back home. Out of all the reasons and excuses his mind goes through, the agent decides on her forgetting to text him. After all this is nothing he has ever told her to do, (Y/N) does it on her own accord. Or maybe her phone died and she hasn’t had the opportunity to charge it.

But the closer the clock is to nine, his reasoning gets darker. What if she got into an accident with her bike and is in some hospital by now, listed as a Jane Doe. Is it too early to make a few calls to different ERs?

By the time the clock strikes nine, Hotch is totally convinced (Y/N) lays dead in a ditch. After all she is always on time or letting him know she is late because of a good reason. But his phone hasn’t made a noise since six and this was Penelope sending him a cat gif in hopes to make him smile (it’s her secret mission).

His calls go straight to voicemail. By 9:30 Aaron is sure something so bad had happened, that nobody even dares to inform him. Still, he tries to keep it level headed. He gives her time until ten before he takes action.

But as soon as ten comes it also goes by. For a father waiting on his child time flies and slowly goes by simultaneously. Just as he takes the phone at exactly 11:23 to call his colleagues, because (Y/N) is either kidnapped or dead and he needs their help and advice, keys jingle at the door.

The lost thought person looks sheepishly at her father, who stands with crossed arms and the coldest glare in history in the hallway. “Heyyy Dad, how are you doing? Did you know that you only can swallow two to three times before your body stops you doing that? Well, it’s late and I have to go to bed. Goodnight!” But her attempt to slip beside him is short lived after Aaron sticks his arm out and hinders her.

“I ask you this only one time. Why are you late?” His dangerously calm voice makes (Y/N) stand up straighter.

“Uhm, well do you know that Albert Einstein once said time is relative? And he said that three minutes-” “Stop trying to crap you way out of this. I want an answer before deciding on your punishment. Now give me the truth and the truth only.”

His cold eyes make the teenager look away. She knows that she has lost this battle. “I forgot to check the time. But Dad-” Hotch cuts her off: “No buts. We established your curfew for a good reason and this reason was not you breaking it. You are grounded for two weeks and no electronics for one. No discussions.”

Ok, (Y/N) may know that this battle is lost, but this doesn’t stop her from trying. “That’s unfair! It’s the first time I’m late, Dad. Don’t be such a stuck up.” After uttering those words she realizes that she only dug a deeper hole for herself.

“You call this unfair?! Then how do you name the worries and fear I had to endure over the last two and a half hours, wondering where you were? Thinking about which UnSub could have kidnapped you or in which ditch you may lay dead?” It’s uncommon for Aaron to raise his voice against his daughter. It’s just that all of the built up stress breaks out of him at once.

“I don’t know, Dad? I think I’ll call it overreacting? All of the other kids’ parents aren’t that strict about their curfew! I’m a teenager for crying out loud! Let me live a little! Just because you hadn’t ever let loose in your life, you don’t have to control me like that! This is why Mo-” Suddenly everything goes silent. (Y/N) knows not to end this sentence, because it’s not fair to say that.

“Go to your room.” Hotch’s face goes stone cold again. Without wasting a second she rushes out of the hallway.

In this night nobody gets any sleep (except for Jack, who is oblivious to what happened). Both of them feel too guilty to close their eyes. (Y/N) on the one hand knows that she has crossed a line. To be honest she missed her curfew intentionally, just to test the limits. While lying in her bed, she sees that this was immature and stupid.

On the other hand Aaron cools off enough to see that he is the one who is unfair. He loaded something up on his daughter, just because he grew too paranoid due to all the things he sees in his job.

The next morning is filled with an awkward tension. (Y/N) and Hotch try to avoid each other, knowing they went too far last night. For the most part it works, because he has to drop the youngest off at a friend’s house. That gives both of them enough time to collect their bearings and decide to be the bigger person in the following conversation.

This is why (Y/N) waits at the door as she hears her father parking in the driveway. A bit taken aback by her eagerness, he enters the hallway.

“I’m sorry”, they say at the same time. Baffled by this, they look at each other. “I’m sorry for being such a moody teenager and only seeing my own problems and not acknowledging your point of view.” Aaron shakes his head. “No, I have to apologize. You are allowed to be a moody teenager, I’m just not prepared to deal with one. I promise I’ll get better at that and will give you more freedom and ‘let it loose’ more often. But you are still grounded-”

This gets a groan out of her. “You didn’t let me finish! I said you are still grounded with the possibility of reducing your sentence by doing more chores and behaving. Deal?” (Y/N) acts like she has to think about it before smiling and taking the hand her father offers. “Deal!”

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brekkerism · 4 years ago

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Strange Addiction(Spencer Reid One-Shot)

A/n: So, this is my fic for the lovely @andiebeaword in the swap fics event that my lovely @imagining-in-the-margins hosted, and it was a blast writing it. Pom also was my beta, as always, and also the sweet @definitelynotkatesblog. This was super fun to write, and I hope y’all like it!!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Rating: 18+

Content warning: hinted age gap, smut, cunnilingus, professor!Spencer, angst, misunderstandings and fluff. I think that’s all.

******

I don’t know much about addiction, but if I had to guess, I thought it would feel something like this.

When his hair falls in his face, and his hands are so warm they manage to stop me from shaking.

When his lips taste like coffee and the way he insists on sleeping over, even if we both know he’ll never hold me until the morning.

Craving something that is slowly killing you, refusing to give it up.

It’s an addiction. It has to be.

Or maybe I’ve gone mad. ‘Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.’ ’ I could hear it in his voice, telling me that “actually the quote was never linked to Einstein formally, but-“

I had to stop it. I had to stop myself, and put an end to it. It’s been weeks since we saw each other, it’s the perfect time to end-

Ding.

“I miss you. Can we see each other today?”

A few words on a text.

That’s all it took.

Well. It’s supposed to be bad to stop cold turkey right?

******

He spilled coffee on me the first time we met. It was on one of the campus coffee stands and I was already having a shitty day. I would have been furious if I had the strength for it.

“FUCK!” Burning. Hot coffee burning it’s way down my chest.

“Are you okay?” The stranger that had spilled his unnecessarily hot cup of coffee in me said.

“Dude?! It’s fucking hot!” I tried to pull my dress away from my body, to try and stop the burning in some way.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I just saw this bird and it reminded me of someone and I got distracted and-“

“Please get me some napkins.” I cut him off promptly.

He did, and tried to help me clean up before realizing it was all over my breasts, and it really wouldn’t help his situation to touch me there.

“Again I’m so sorry. Uhm, whats your name? I can pay for your dress or if you’re hurt I can take you to the infirmary.”

“My name is girl you burned the tits of.” I snapped. “And I’m fine, don’t worry that much.” I finally looked up at him, with his suit, his fluffy hair and the scruff. Cute. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” A professor then? Hot, older, professor. Wait, didn’t I hear something about this?

“Well doctor, you can just buy me a coffee and some pastries and, we’ll be even. Then you can go on your merry way and forget about the totally embarrassing afternoon that you spilled coffee all over a girl.” And maybe you can be so sorry that you slide me your number or something. A girl can hope.

I could have forgotten the whole thing. But he was himself: totally apologetic and cute, so tall and handsome, and his eyes-

I accepted his apology, and the coffee he bought me to make up for it, and we parted ways.

And if I went to my dorm and immediately tried to find out who he really was, it wasn’t completely weird right?

And yeah, maybe I sneaked into one of his classes, just to see what all the gossip and fuss was about (like I didn’t already know) but it didn’t start because of that.

******

It started way later at a bar. It’s not like I sought him out, maybe I had been going out a lil more than I used to in hopes that maybe, just maybe...

And then it happened. He was there, sitting at the corner of the bar sipping from his glass. Freshly out of class and all alone. The fucking universe. A chance to talk to him.

He was up from his seat, going for a refill at the bar when I rose from my seat before I even had time to come up with a plan or say goodbye to my friends, making a beeline to his direction.

Maybe it was the universe conspiring against us, or for us, because before I could tap him on the shoulder to get his attention, someone bumped into me sending me with force so that I would collide directly into him.

I luckily grabbed onto his suit jacket, stabilizing myself before I could do something stupid like fall to the floor and make a spectacle of myself.

He turned towards me, finally looking at who shoved him forward, and the recognition on his face was like relief washing over me.

“So, are you just gonna stare at me or will you buy me another apology-drink?” I tried my best to be charming and pretty, to keep his attention on me.

“Well this time I didn’t spill on you, so I don’t think I owe you one.” His smile. Fuck. He had a great smile.

“Okay. I’ll buy you one then.” I called over the bartender, getting him his scotch refill and something for me. Before he had the chance to do anything, I was taking the drinks back to his table. We wordlessly sat down and drank from our glasses.

“Should I ask why you went to one of my classes?”

Oh. oh. He saw that.

“Should I ask why you didn’t kick me out?”

“I asked first.”

“And I still don’t want to answer.” I pretended to inspect my shoes, racking my brain for ways to keep him here, talking to me. “Why are you drinking tonight?”

“You know, you ask a lot of questions for someone who won’t answer any of mine.”

“It’s part of my charm. So, what’s the reason?”

“What?” He did this cute thing with his nose, kinda scrunching it up, and he never stopped licking his damn lips, and maybe it was the alcohol in my system but I wanted to see how he tasted.

“There’s not that many reasons to be drinking alone at a sad college bar. You either have a problem with booze, can’t get a date, are drowning your sorrows, or trying to forget something.”

“Why don’t you try to guess?”

“Hm.” I leaned back on my seat to study him, using it as an excuse to look him head to toe. ”You’re both too put together and uncomfortable enough in this setting to have a problem. You’re too hot and have like, a billion college girls trying to get in your pants, so it’s not the date thing. You don’t look melancholic enough to be drowning your sorrows, especially with that choice of drink. So, who are you trying to forget, then?”

“Can’t a man just want to get a drink?” He chuckled.

“But that option would be no fun.” I could feel myself pouting and my cheeks getting warmer. Maybe it was the alcohol catching up to me.

“Well, it’s suiting, since I’m no fun.”

“That’s a lie. I’m talking to you and I’m having a blast” it was a joke on his part, but the way he said it sounded upset. Truthful. I wanted to make it go away.

“Kinda sad if this is your definition of a blast.” It sounded like a joke, but the way he said it... he sounded upset. I wanted to make it go away.

“Maybe it’s just because you’re hot. Who knows.”

“That's the second time you called me that.” He said it suspiciously, like he doubted that I really thought that.

“Can’t help it if it’s true.” I’m ridiculously attracted to you, I thought. Can you please realize that soon?

“What about you. What are you doing here?”

“Same reason as you.” Lies. Little liar. I’m here because I have been waiting and hoping to see you again, somewhere, anywhere.

“To drink cheap scotch?”

“To forget.” I’m so fucked up. I’m lying to the guy for what? So he can relate? That’s so stupid.

“Who is he?”

“Who is she?”

“She’s... A friend.” Oh. So there was a she. Shit. But that meant... was he looking for a rebound? A shoulder to cry on?

“Some guy I met at college.” You.

“Wow, an answer from you.”

“Wild, right? Next you’ll ask me my name and I’ll actually give it to you.”

“Your name isn’t actually ‘girl you burned the tits of’? Shocking.”

“No, I could only hope to be named something as elegant as that.” He laughed at that. If I could bottle up the sound, I would. Hell, I wanted it as my new ringtone. “C’mon, that’s what you laugh at?”

The night kept moving, and I learned little things, like that he worked for the FBI, his socks were mismatched, he didn’t blush at my dirty jokes after a while, and he was exceptionally bad at taking shots, but exceptionally good at magic tricks. It was nice. It was more than nice. It caused my face to flush and made my knees go weak.

“You should tell me your name now.” The seriousness in his voice made something inside me tremble, and warmth rose up deep in my guts.

“W-why?”

“Because I won’t fuck you if I don’t know your name.” Finally. Fucking finally.

He was giving me a out. If I wanted, I could just say ‘no, thanks.’ and walk away.

Jokes on him if he thought I would give up that easy.

“(Y/n). My name is (y/n).” He took a shuddering breath in, lowered his hands down to my upper thigh and squeezed.

“Go to the second to last stall in the bathroom and wait.” There was no room in his voice for questioning. I did it anyways.

“Here?”

“Here.” He confirmed with a firm nod, his eyes never leaving mine.

We were both too desperate for it.

And it happened. In the second to last stall of a dirty bathroom, with him fucking me against the door and whispering dirty things in my ear. It was perfect, it was fucking heaven. It made me crave.

It happened again in my dorm room. Again and again. And then in his apartment. In his empty office. In my car. In his car. Not as frequently as I like, with his job at the FBI and teaching, but more than it should be for what we had. We weren’t in a relationship. We were just fuck buddies. And yeah, maybe he also gave me his time with the sex, with the sweet words, the occasional lunches and the not-dates to his favorite bookstore, but it didn’t mean anything. Six months in, and he didn’t seem any more over the mysterious girl he had loved for decades.

He was just using me to get over the woman he truly loved. The young college girl who he thought was also in love with someone else was the easiest choice. The least messy.

But it was messy. Because there was nobody else. There was just him. He was the one I was in love with.

I was trying to get over Spencer Reid, by sleeping with Spencer Reid.

Funny, right?

******

I didn’t have to knock twice at his door.

He hugged me as soon as he opened it. I melted into him, like I always did. He smelled like coffee and home to me.

“Rough day?” I asked.

“Rough week. Rough month.” Yeah, I think I know the feeling.

“Can I help?”

“Always. You always help.” He said softly.

Stop saying things like that. Stop making me feel like this.

“Come here little girl.” He led us to his bedroom, sitting on the bed and guiding me to his lap. It felt safe. Felt loving. “You’re always so pretty for me. So good. You don’t even know how much I.... how much I want you.”

He took my dress off with ease, kissing a wet trail from my face, to my neck, to my tits. I wanted his hands everywhere, I wanted him to touch me, to make me forget why I ever considered stopping this.

“You’re gonna be good for me right? You’ll be a perfect girl?” Always. Just for you.

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl.”

His girl. I was his. I will always be his.

He just wasn’t mine.

I swallowed back the tears and tried to push down the lump in my throat. He needed me and I wanted to please him, to be good, to show him how much I loved him with this.

He always knew how to work my body, and this moment was no exception. Always knew how to make me go crazy with a swipe of his tongue on my pussy, a finger curling inside me, a thumb circling my clit. Sometimes I thought he was the only one that knew me at all. I was probably right.

The orgasm built and built and built, and I couldn’t do anything but hold on to his hair and smother him between my thighs while I rode it out. He was perfect. It was perfect.

I wanted it forever.

Tears. Pooling on the corners of my eyes, rolling down, no matter how hard I tried to blink them away.

It was killing me.

I loved him. Three little words. I love you. I love you I love you I love you I love you-

“I love you.” It felt natural rolling off my tongue. It felt okay. The world would still spin if he knew I love him. I might not have him anymore, but it would be okay.

“W-what did you just say?” He rose from his place between my legs, the frown on his forehead and his shaking hands making me just as nervous as he was.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. I’m sorry.”

“You’re... Why are you sorry?” That was the part he was worried about?

“Because I didn’t mean to. I know you can’t love me back. I’m sorry.” I retreated from him, bracing myself as tight as I could. Maybe I could use his shock to my advantage; dress quickly and leave. There wouldn’t be any awkwardness or tears or rejection-

He was kissing me. He was kissing me, coaxing my mouth open with his tongue, holding on to me like I would disappear if he didn’t ground me to him.

“We’re so stupid. I’m so, so stupid.” He was saying the words in between kisses, like he couldn’t take the time to pull away from me and actually talk.

What was happening?

“How can you not know? I thought you knew, I thought that was the whole reason-“ more kisses now, all over my face and my mouth.

“Spencer, what are you talking about?”

“Listen to me. I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been for a while now.” He was holding my face in his hands.

I must have gotten into a car accident on the way to his apartment. I was dead, or dreaming, or hallucinating.

He loved me?

He loved me.

“I thought the reason you were pulling away from me is because you knew, because I’m a shitty liar when it comes to you, and I don’t know how to hide how desperately in love with you I am.” He continued to ramble and I almost couldn’t keep up. I felt like I was inside a dream. “I was so sure you still loved the guy from your school, and I didn’t want to risk losing you, losing us, so I didn’t tell you. I’m so dumb.”

“But... but what about her? The woman you love? Your friend?”

“She’s just that: a friend. I think because we never had a shot at having a romantic relationship, I idealized it for so long. I thought that it was love. But I met you. I got to know you. I got to love you. This is love. Whatever I felt for her doesn’t come close.“

Blissful. I felt blissful. I felt like the universe gave me everything I wanted all at once.

“I love you. I’ve loved you since I met you.” I get to say it. I get to say it, I get to love him, and have him.

I needed him. Now. I needed to make love to him, needed to be his.

We kissed for too long, slow and sweet and perfect. When he drove himself inside my body, he looked into my eyes and told me how good I was for him, how much he loved me. When I came, it was with his name on my lips. It was everything. It was impossible for someone to be so right for me. He was everything.

We laid next to each other, too needy to not be touching every moment possible. My legs tangled between his, my hand in his.

Everything was out in the open, and we were together.

Except…

“Spence…”

“Yeah?”

“Remember the guy at college that I liked? The one I was trying to get over?”

“Yes” his tone was tentative, like he halfway expected me to take back all that was said between us.

“He... kinda doesn’t exist. Well, he also kinda does, but I think it might be you.” He was silent, and for a moment I thought he fell asleep and didn’t hear me.

“…Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised” there wasn’t any anger in his tone whatsoever, and the last of my worries was gone.

“Still love me?”

“Always, pretty girl.”

And I guess that was more than okay.

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taegyuun · 4 years ago

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月が綺麗ですね?

request: Can I request a ni-ki fluff where u both are besties but love each other and u try to confess but ur to shy so he kisses u ?🥺💗

word count: 1.5k+

note: his outfit is inspired by what he wore in his lie cover and italics are your thoughts :) 月が綺麗ですね means “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” which is a more poetic saying of “i love you” in japanese

it was a around 4 pm and the sun was beginning to set. you promised to yourself that one last time, before riki left for a few months to go to a dance company, you’d see the sunset with him for old times sake.

but a teenager needs their sleep, right? right. so you overslept through your alarm.

you look at your phone in disbelief for a few seconds, letting your half asleep brain render what you’ve done. and then once you realise that the sun would be setting in 30 minutes, you scramble out of bed - legs still tangeled in your sheets and run to your wardrobe, pulling out a random hoodie that coincidentally belonged to the boy you were meant to be meeting in about 15 minutes.

you pull it over year head before checking yourself in the mirror and deeming your messy outfit enough, he is my best friend, you think to yourself.

ah yes, here’s that word again - best friend.

it was a cliché trope, the one where one of the two friends fall for the other and they either suck it up and deal with their feelings till they move on and possibly miss their chance at one of their best things in life or they confess and potentially ruin their friendship. you were a brave one, or at least that’s what you told yourself, and you decided it was the best choice to finally get your feelings out in the open - hoping they would be reciprocated.

and hey, if it didn’t work out, at least you wouldn’t have to see him for a month minimum and that would give you time to get over the embarrassment of ruining your tight knit friendship.

you snap out of your thoughts with a shake of your head and the sound of a message coming from your phone - it was from riki.

riki :D : hey u comin? 16:08

y/n <3 : hi yeah sorry got caught up with sumn 16:08

riki :D : alrighty i’m waiting outside 16:10

you furrow your brows at the message. outside? you both planned on meeting in the field and stuff yourself with your favourite food one last time before he had to stick to a diet - but you didn’t question it further and quickly ran down the stairs ready to run out the door to see your best friend.

instead, you’re met with your mother gushing over him in the kitchen and your father congratulating him on his future career - even as a 15 year old. it was common sense that your parents liked him, you’ve been best friends since elementary school but what you didn’t expect was your mother almost at the brink of bursting into obnoxious tears at the thought of the nishimura riki leaving okayama and her child behind.

to be quiet frank, she was completely more bothered about the fact that riki was leaving okayama, more so than the fact that he was also leaving you behind - she loved him as if he were her own son. “remember to call us ok? tell us how it’s going.” she gripped his shoulders tightly before caressing his face and pulling him into a tight hug. he quickly wrapped his arms back around her, reciprocating the feeling of homesickness even though he hadn’t left yet, before muttering a, “don’t worry, i’ll make sure to call everyday.”

he shared another hug with your dad, more manly than the one with your mum before your mother saw you waiting at the stairs, ushering you to come forward before shoving a bag full of snacks for you two. “make sure to stay safe with riki and don’t go wandering too far - oh also don’t stay out too late... have fun!” before she shoved the both of you out the door, quite stunned.

you then open the bag, seeing it full of yours and his favourite snacks and some... hearts? flowers? what on earth-

“hey, come on slowass... let’s go before it gets too dark,” rikis voice calls out before he softly grips your hand and tugs you along, a bright smile spreading across his face. “what are you wearing?” you look at his outfit and see him covered in a slightly large white dress shirt and black jeans. he looked... put together.

“oh this? i had a dance cover i had to do today, ignore it.” you usually wouldn’t pay attention to what he wore - especially if it was for his dance covers but what you couldn’t ignore was the slight blush that dusted his pale cheeks. is it because i’m wearing his hoodie? no that can’t be it. he never minded before - actually he was always the one to hand you his hoodies. so what could it be?

“let’s sit here, it’s a good spot for the sunset,” he pats the spot of grass next to him on the hill, indicating for you to take a seat. you place the bag at his feet before sitting down onto the cool grass, feeling it tickle at your ankles. 4:33 pm. the sun should be setting right about now-

“riki, uhm, uh well i was gonna uh-“

“spit it out, y/n,” he giggles through his words as he digs his hand into the bag before pulling out two snacks and handing one to you. easier said than done, einstein.

“do you really have to go?” you curse under your breath for being such a coward and not just saying what you wanted to say straight away. “yeah, unfortunately,”

“unfortunately? don’t you want to go? it’s your dream, riki. for the love of god, don’t tell me you’re starting to question it.” you voice raises slightly in bewilderment. he chuckles lowly while looking out into the sky: orange, pinks, purples and hints of blue mixed in the sky like water colour being dipped in a glass half full. “no i’m not... questioning it, i’m more concerned about what i’m going to leave behind.” he takes another bite before speaking again, “i’ll miss okayama, y’know? and all my friends... even that weird, janky shop on that corner that no one really goes to. but it’s the fact that i’m leaving you behind thats making me want to stay here... i don’t want to leave you.” as he speaks, the moon peaks through the clouds more, becoming more apparent to the human eye. it almost reminds riki of his own feelings - hidden for so long before finally becoming clear.

“riki, you two-braincelled dumbass, stop being worried about some janky corner shop and go follow your dreams! you won’t be gone forever, a few months at top and sure, i may not be there in person but... you’ll always have me y’know? i’m your best friend after all!” you end your little speech with a gentle push from your shoulder to his and a wide smile, making him chuckle.

but it was humourless.

“you good?” your smile fades and instead is replaced with a small frown. he looks out into the sky again, the beautiful sunset colours suddenly replaced with a darker blue and grey transparent clouds covering a tiny part of the moon. “best friends... yeah.” it was a very quiet mutter - clearly not meant to be heard by you but it was just loud enough for your ear to catch.

this is my chance.

his quiet words gave you a slight boost of confidence and you suddenly sit in front of him, making him jump slightly in surprise. “what are you doing?”

“riki, shut up for a second,”

“right ok well, i was meaning to say this for a very long time but i kinda didn’t want to ruin anything so i decided to be a genius and basically leave it till the day before you leave so incase i did mess anything up it would give us some time y’know? but anyways uh i just wanted to say that i uh... well ok so i - well basically-“

“y/n, shut up for a second so i can kiss you.”

“i’m sorry what?” that’s what you tried to say, but instead your words got muffled by his hands softly grabbing your face and connecting his lips to yours in a warm, slow kiss.

oh good lord.

kissing riki felt like midnight strolls. walks under a roof where the rain bounced off. mario kart competitions at friendly gatherings. ordering a takeout when you don’t feel like cooking. finding your favourite shirt after misplacing it for months.

it felt so... normal. so exciting yet homely. it was something you were so happy to experience - yet it made you feel at peace and as if you were meant to be there.

as he pulled away, your cheeks warmed in delight and he shyly smiled down at the ground. in return, you lift his face and place another soft peck onto his pink lips and smile brightly after. his black pearl eyes then flicker to look behind you, smiling tenderly as he looked back at you before opening his mouth to speak.

“月が綺麗ですね?”

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theinkedfoxsl · 2 years ago

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Honoré "Iceheart Phantasma" Voicelines

On the bridge

"There is no joy in playing God, I fulfil my role just like everyone else. Difference is, I am what keeps you alive."

“Peregrines.. Fascinating creatures. Did you know they eat serpents?”

“If I may, Captain. Wh..Why is it you fight?”

“I wonder if Einstein has another mech I can look under..”

“Tesla said she’d meet with me to go drinking.. Where is she?”

“Snakes, they’re much more complex than people give them cr…cre.. Ah.. credit for..”

“I wonder who will come out of the darkness not saturated in it..”

“What is blind loyalty? Do we not wish for those willing to question us in order to secure victory? Ah.. A-Apol.. Apolo.. Mm apologies.. Thinking out loud.”

“Oh. You’d like for me to wait? Okay.” (AFK)

“Whistles his theme” (AFK)

“Our objectives won’t complete themselves.” (AFK)

“We may break for today. I have other duties to attend to.” (After reaching 150 duty points)

Getting pissed off on the bridge

“Captain, if I.. I… uhm.. I may make a suggestion..”

“At least my mentor is competent.. Ah.. That was rude.”

“Please allow me to take over, Captain. Yes, I’m telling you to move.”

“Ah! Merde, watch it.”

When selected

“Honoré La Montagne, reporting.”

“How may I serve you, Captain?”

Selecting outfit

4 star - “Ah a present, m-merci.. I will cherish this.”

2/3 star - “A gift? Oh clothes.. Thank.. you..”

Default - “I’m comfortable in this.”

Outfit on the bridge

“Was there something wrong with my previous outfit, I wonder?”

“Does the Captain enjoy playing dress up?”

“Laughs And? How do I lo..lo.. Inhale look?”

Level up

“I grow stronger.. Fascinating.”

Entering the battlefield

“My power is everlasting.”

AFK

“I don’t like sta… stand.. Ugh.. standing around..”

“My scythe can’t support me forever.. Can we go, Captain?”

Walking around

"I have brought you back from the brink. Tell me, is there a God?"

“It is not often I find myself outside..”

“Do you actually know whe.. Whe.. Hm.. where we’re going, Captain?”

Low health heal

“I would have been fine. Others may need it more.”

High health heal

“Ridiculous.”

Coin pick up

“Eh.. Who dropped coins here..?”

Item pick up

“I wonder if I can take this apart..”

Evade

“Do you think me so easy?”

“You’ve mistaken your target.”

Team skill

“From my well, you will stand.”

QTE

“Cold, isn’t it?”

Ultimate ready

“Tell me, will they face God? Or just their sins?”

Ultimate

“There is life in utter destruction.”

Enemies spotted

“Targets located, attacking now.”

“Awaiting command, overviewing.”

“On three.”

Boss spotted

“Target located, permission to attack?”

“Anti-Entropy may want to experiment, take the target alive if possible.”

“This’ll be fun.”

Win

“My mentor will be proud.”

“As to be expected.”

Co-op win

“I will continue to keep us going. We don’t end here.”

Die

“I.. apologise.. I have failed.”

DORM Picking up

“No. Release me.”

“Put me down.”

“Oh I hate this.”

DORM Sleeping

“I do not often sleep..”

“Snoring hm..?”

“Please allow me to rest.. If only for… a moment..”

“yawns”

DORM Tap

“A-Ah? I’m sort of busy, Captain..”

“Yes? How may I assist you?”

“Hm..? Touchy today are we?”

“S'il te plaît, arrête..”

DORM Dance

“You wish to dance? Uhm.. Okay?”

“My mentor never taught me to dance, said it was unimportant..”

“That is certainly a request I can attempt to fulfil.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

DORM Annoy

“Growls Quit it.”

“Do not touch me.”

“You’ll have to compensate with alcohol.. Heh or Suflextra.”

DORM Placed on disliked object

“Mm.. No.”

“Thank you but no.”

“What have we said about bou.. Boun.. boundaries..?”

DORM Greeting

“Hello, Captain.”

“I uhm.. Ma..may.. Have burnt the stove again..”

“It is late.. You should retire for the evening.”

“Late, isn’t it?”

DORM Bubble pop

“It was all just a dream..”

“Is there truly freedom here..”

“Hm? Does the Captain need a medic?”

Dynamic weather

“It looks like it will rain. Shall we complete our objectives before then?” (Cloudy)

“Peregrine falcons have seen a decline with the recent storms.” (Rainy)

“A w-walk? Thank you but I’m uh far too busy.” (Sunny)

#>Honoré

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anxiousstark · 4 years ago

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S2 05 | Venomous

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 2305

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, murder, swearing (always).

↪ PLEASE RESPECT MY WORK. DON’T COPY, TRANSLATE OR CLAIM THEM AS YOURS. NOT ON THIS WEBSITE OR ANOTHER. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

"All right, I only found one thing online called a kanima. It's a werejaguar from South America that goes after murderers." Stiles grabbed his backpack with one hand while the three of us left class.

"That thing was not a jaguar."

"Yeah, and I'm not exactly a murderer." I chuckled as Stiles threw his hands in the air.

"Yeah, but you did see it kill somebody, which is probably why it tried to kill you. And it's still trying to kill you, and it probably won't stop until you're dead." Scott gazed at me. "Especially, not until she is dead." Thank you for the reminder, dear Scotty.

"You know, sometimes I really begin to question this 'friendship."

"Hey guys," I stopped walking, both of them doing the same thing, peering at me. "I will catch you in the next class. I need to talk to someone." I glanced at Jackson who was resting his side against the lockers, talking to Danny.

"Are you sure?" The Hazel-eyed boy questioned after he followed my gaze. "Do you want me to go with you? Because last time he-"

"It's okay," My hand rested on his right arm, rubbing my finger through his shirt. "Jackson is acting suspicious, more than normal. He has been talking to this guy from class." Both boys waited for me to continue talking. "He asked that boy for his camera, to record himself at night."

"How did you get that information?"

"At the lacrosse game the other night, he started talking and didn't shut up." I chuckled while rolling my eyes to add a little more of dramatism. "He told me that Jackson gave him back the camera, but it was broken. He didn't give any explanation of what had happened. Just told him to send him the bill, rich boy things I suppose."

"Okay," Scott nodded. "We will head to class, then." His hand grabbed my wrist delicately. "If you need help, let me know." I nodded at him, smiling. Then, I grinned at Stiles, knowing that he didn't feel comfortable with the situation. I didn't either, Jackson was hiding something. Something bigger than me.

I walked to Jackson and Danny, putting a sweet smile on my face. "Hi boys!" Danny winked at me. "Uhm, Jackson I need to talk to you about," I bit my lower lip. "About the swimming class!"

Danny nodded at us, saying he was going back to class. Then, I was left alone with the smirking boy.

"You aren't good at lying." He smirked while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Neither are you, Jackson." The smile disappeared from my face. "What is going on with you? You can't tell me you don't have a little idea of what you are." I mumbled, getting closer to him.

"Do you have any idea of what you are?" He got me there. "There's your answer. I don't either. But I know one thing for sure, Y/N McCall." I hated that last name, it came from someone who probably wouldn't even recognize me if he saw me. "Whatever I am, you are too." I shivered.

"I don't think so." I swallowed. "We might have been scratched by the same thing. But you," I pointed my finger to his chest. "You got scratched by a wolf, and you aren't one." Of course, I did have my suspicions. They only thing we knew for sure was that we weren't werewolves.

"I told you," He glared at me. "Shit going on in your life can affect the bite or scratch. Anxiety and depression can affect the outcome of being scratched by a wolf. You aren't one neither. It means you were also affected by those side effects."

"Flash me," I said. Jackson smirked, getting closer to me. "Your eyes, stupid asshole." I slapped the side of his head.

"I don't know how to do that, but they are yellow." He grabbed his backpack.

"Slit and yellow?" I asked curiously.

"Yes," He started walking away. "Now, if you excuse me I'm going to be a responsible student and go to my class."

I did the same as Jackson, walking to my next class. When I entered, both of my boys were sitting next to Lydia. I was surprised by that as normally Scott would sit with Allison or Stiles, and Stiles would sit with Scott or me. The male McCall made a gesture with his head, Erica and Isaac were sitting behind them. Nice. Derek thought that Lydia was the kanima, but she wasn't. I needed more proof, but I was convinced that the strawberry blonde girl wasn't that beast.

Mr. Harris looked at me. "Grab a seat, McCall." I apologized, doing what he had ordered. "Einstein once said, 'Two things are infinite: The universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.' I myself have encountered infinite stupidity." He put his hand on Stiles's shoulder. The poor boy looked up, pouting. "So to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or in Mr. Stilinski's case, less than one. Erica, you take the first station. You'll start with - I didn't ask for volunteers." Most of the boys in the class had their hands up, wishing to be put next to Erica. Horny teenagers. "Put your hormonal little hands down. Start with Mr. McCall. All right, next two."

Allison ended up sitting next to Lydia, Scott next to Erica, Stiles got a random person from class while I got to see next to Isaac Lahey. "If you touch Lydia, I will kill you." I hissed.

"Let me tell you," Isaac looked me up and down while I tried to follow the instructions. He completely ignored my previous words. "You look so beautiful. I can't believe you and Scott share the same daddy." He bit his lower lip. "I could be yours tho." His hand stretched out to touch my hair.

"CHANGE!" We all turned around to stare at Stiles, who had screamed that. He was looking directly at me. "I-I mean, Mr. Harris is time to c-change, right?"

"That's my job, Stilisnki." He glared at him. "Switch."

Now I was sitting next to Allison. "You okay?" I ask while helping her mix whatever we were mixing.

"Are you asking because that bitch put her hand on Scott's thigh." She smiled while gritting her teeth.

"Scott doesn't feel anything for her," I affirmed. "He is a puppy in love with you, Al." She smiled while I used her new nickname. We both continued following Mr. Harris's instructions. Then, I heard Stiles's voice who was sitting in front of me.

"If you harm one perfect (h/c) hair on her head, I'm gonna turn your little werewolf ass into a fur coat and give it to her as a birthday present." His hands moved rapidly, trying to match the instructions given by Mr. Harris. "Actually no, I wouldn't because she doesn't wear clothes that make use of animals to sell more, but that doesn't matter, I will still kill you."

"Mmmh seems like she could kill me with her hands." He was trying to get Stiles even madder. "She told me she would kill me if I touched Lydia." He smirked. "You have a crush on Lydia, right?"

Stiles shook his head, looking up, meeting Isaac's gaze. "Don't touch any of those girls."

"Listen, Stiles," He touched his nose, sniffing. "I could help you get Lydia, and then Y/N will be fully available for me. I told her she was beautiful, and she ignored me." Stiles smiled proudly. "I told her I couldn't believe that Scott and she shared the same fucking dad." He got closer to his ear. "I told her I could be her daddy."

The Hazel eyed boy bit his lower lip, trying to control his rage. "Mm, unrequited love's a bitch. Maybe you should write about it in English class, you know? Channel all that negative energy."

"Nah, I was thinking I'd channel it into killing her. I'm not very good at writing."

Mr. Harris touched the bell. "And switch!" I moved, sitting next to Erica now. Fuck my life. Stiles didn't move from his seat, which made Mr. Harris hit him with a ruler.

"Aw, that must hurt," Erica smirked while resting her head on her hand. "You seem mad, babygirl." She peered at me, still smiling. "I didn't touch your boy this time. I touched Allison's."

I smiled at her. "True, you didn't touch my boy, so I'm going to let this pass. Next time you touch anyone close to me, you are a dead werewolf, Erica. And tell Derek that if he dares touch, Lydia, I will kill him myself. I won't hesitate." I continued grinning. "I won't hesitate to discover what the fuck I am while I kill the three of you slowly, Erica."

"Seems like you are quite similar to your mom." She grinned. "Must feel like shit when your mom was a murderer."

"You and my mother have something in common then," I replied while swallowing, a knot had formed in my throat. "You both murder innocent people."

"Time. If you've catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal. Now for the part of that last experiment, I'm sure you'll all enjoy - You can eat it." My eyes went to Scott to see that he was deeply studying Lydia and Isaac. Lahey has offered the crystal to Lydia, a thick liquid falling from it.

I rubbed my eyes, feeling frustrated. I couldn't help them. I couldn't entirely help them without knowing what creature was I. I yelled inside my head due to the frustration I felt. Next thing I know, the window next to Lydia shattered, the crystal fell to the floor due to the shock. The pieces of the window didn't hurt Lydia at all, but they hurt Isaac.

Scott looked back at me, mouth wide open. I did that?

After class, we parted ways. Scott went to 'talk' to Boyd and Derek to the lacrosse field, Allison went to talk to Lydia's psychiatric after she found out that she could be able to read whatever language the bestiary was in. Meanwhile, Stiles and I accompanied Lydia to the library, scared to leave her alone.

After that, we all reunited except Scott.

"If we're doing a study group, why didn't we just stay in the library?"

"Because we're meeting up with somebody else." His hand sometimes touched Lydia's arm, which made my heart ache for some unknown reason. He was just protecting her.

"Hmm, well, why don't they just meet us in the library?"

"Oh, that would've been a great idea. Too late."

"Okay, hold on-"

"Lydia, shut up and walk." I didn't like the idea of Jackson coming. Nobody was listening to me, Lydia wasn't the kanima. They wanted to protect her in case Derek would get a hold of her, but we needed to do other things, like discover who the fuck was the kanima. Even though, I had some ideas.

We got into Stiles's jeep, and when we arrived at his house, he closed the door, locking it and lying to Lydia, letting her know that there were some robberies on the neighborhood and a fricking murder. Great idea, Stiles.

When Jackson told Lydia that he wanted to talk to her, just the two of them, I didn't like that. But it was the perfect moment to tell Allison and Stiles about Jackson. "Guys listen," I started. "I think I know who the ka-"

I was interrupted when Allison noticed that Derek and the other were outside the house, ready to attack. She called Scott with Stiles's phone. "It's me." She was neurotic, like all of us. But they had to listen to me. "You need to get here now. Right now." When she hanged up, I tried to talk again.

"What are you doing?" I was interrupted by Stiles, who looked at Allison.

"I think...I think I have to call my dad."

"No, but if he finds you here - you and Scott -"

"I know. But what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, okay? They're here to kill Lydia."

"Guys, there's no need in calling your dad, Allison." I raised my voice. "I know who-" I was interrupted, again. Allison was thrown to one side of the room, while Stiles to the other.

I hissed at the person, he turned around, flashing his eyes. Isaac Lahey. "Allison!" I yelled while keeping my eyes on Lahey. "Take care of Stiles!"

"Where are you going?!"

"I'm going to get the Kanima."

I went into some rooms, trying to find anything that would help me find the kanima. One of the windows inside a room had some sticky fluid, which meant the kanima was there. I went out of the window, thankful that Coach had made us climb rock walls.

"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" I heard Lydia's voice, which meant that they were outside the house.

The kanima looked at me, trying to get away. "Jackson!" It turned around to look at me, he hissed. I groaned. Then, he jumped, pushing me down. I closed my eyes tightly, knowing that my body would hit the ground. Thankfully, I was caught my Stiles, more or less. I ended up on top of him, both of us on the ground. I panted looking around.

"Are you okay?" Scott ignored Derek while coming closer.

"I've been trying to say it all day." I gasped. Stiles sat down, I was still sitting on his lap. "It's Jackson. The Kanima it's Jackson."

What does that make me?

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brooklynsbestwebslinger · 3 years ago

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Einstein said time is relative, right? Maybe I’m not late, maybe you’re just early. - @queensbestwebslinger

“okay, firstly that is my line. Secondly, I’m always not late. And you’re even more not late than I am. So therefore you’re late.” Miles said, the sentence making complete sense as far as he was concerned. “What took you so long? Ran into Cindy again?” he teased, waggling his eyebrows at Peter. “Gwen filled me in on your uhm...problem? “

#queensbestwebslinger

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bamon4bamily · 4 years ago

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TVD 9x16 - What happens in Vegas... (part 1 of part 2) Enjoy!=)

Cut to – a few hours earlier. The Mirage Resort & Casino, three-bedroom villa.

Bonnie opens her eyes, head pounding, confused as to where she is. Unbeknown to her, she is lying on a huge inflatable shaped as, let’s just say a male part, in the middle of their villa’s private pool. She turns her head, to see if she can recognize the place… Bad call, woman overboard.

She quickly rises from below the water and manages to make it to shore. On one of the deck chairs, a familiar face… Bonnie thinks to herself, I must be hallucinating, why is Katherine here? She wasn’t invited. Has to be Elena, but… she’d never wear those tacky shoes… She’ll have to come back to that later. For now, she wants to make sure everyone else survived. She walks inside the villa… it’s apocalypse now.

There’s no way they could have caused so much damage. It was supposed to be a chill girls trip, with some partying, of course, but not to that scale! She hears a sound, sounds as if it comes from the afterlife…Could she be hearing ghosts? Wouldn’t be uncommon to her… but the voice, she knows that voice. She searches, trying to follow the sound, seems like the source is coming from a closet. She opens it… inside, Elena, dressed like a nun, empty bottle of champagne on one hand, a dildo on the other… Maybe, this one is Katherine? Elena wouldn’t be holding that… One thing is for sure, she can now confirm there are two of them there.

BONNIE: Elena?

ELENA: Bonnie… I think I’m dying.

BONNIE: We might actually be dead… otherwise, why would Katherine be here?

ELENA: Katherine?

BONNIE: (As she helps her get out of the closet) I’m pretty sure she’s passed out in the pool patio….

ELENA: (Looking at the aftermath) Holy mother Mary… what the hell happened last night?

BONNIE: I know I’m psychic, but I have no freakin idea.

ELENA: Was I holding, what I think I was holding…?

BONNIE: Yep…

ELENA: (Grabs and shakes her head) I don’t think I want to know why…

BONNIE: … or why you’re dressed like a nun, for that matter. I know I don’t!

ELENA: (Looks at her attire) Oh, god… definitely don’t want to know! Where’s Caroline?

BONNIE: Not sure, let’s check out her room. Hopefully, she’s sleeping like a baby…

ELENA: Somehow, I doubt it...

(They go into the master bedroom to see if Caroline is there. The room is in order, complete opposite of the outside scenario. It seems Caroline is in fact, sleeping in her bed, comfortably covered head to toe).

BONNIE: (Sigh of relief) Ah, thank god! At least one of us had some sense in them… (They approach the bed, just to make sure she’s alright. Bonnie peeks under the covers… Holy shit! (She takes Elena’s hand and immediately teleports out of the room).

ELENA: (Really dizzy from the teleport and the hang-over) Bonnie, you really need to give me a heads up when you do that; especially when I’m in this state! What happened?!

BONNIE: Definitely not Caroline…

ELENA: Who, then?

BONNIE: A cop … all tied up, face cover n’all…

ELENA: What!!! Are you sure?

BONNIE: Pretty sure…

ELENA: Is he… dead?

BONNIE: I think he was breathing, just seemed like he was passed out, but I’m not going back in there to verify.

ELENA: I’ll take a look… I’m sure it can’t be that… (She goes back into the master bedroom, not even a minute in, and she’s back). Well… it’s a cop! But he’s alive, thank god!

BONNIE: Did you see his face?

ELENA: Hell no! Just made sure he wasn’t dead, and got out of there.

BONNIE: (Starts to panic) Oh my god; oh my god, oh my god! We kidnaped a cop!!

ELENA: Maybe it’s a stripper? It’s probably a stripper…

BONNIE: Either way, we kidnapped somebody!

ELENA: Well… at least we didn’t kill them.

BONNIE: No, but we’re kidnappers!!

ELENA: Calm down, Bon. I’m sure there is a logical explanation for all of this…

BONNIE: Elena, I woke up floating on a penis! Katherine is passed out in the patio, wearing nothing but stripper shoes, and I mean, nothing! You are dressed like a nun and had a dildo in your hand! Lexi is hanging-upside down from that chandelier! We kidnapped a cop, or a stripper! And who the hell knows where Caroline and Radka are! Perfectly logical!

ELENA: Wait… Lexi is hanging from where?

BONNIE: Look up, I just spotted her… (Lexi drops to the ground).

LEXI: (Looking utterly confused) Where am I?? Oh no… is this another version of the other side? Not again… Can’t be peace… since you are here (referring to Elena) …

ELENA: (A tad irritated with her constant subtle insults) I’m too hung over to reply with a snap…

(a few seconds later, Katherine walks into the villa, makes her way into the open kitchen…)

KATHERINE: (Looks at them and shakes her head) You call me the crazy bitch? You are all borderline insane!

(As she pours herself some water) Want some?

BONNIE: Uhm… why are you here?

KATHERINE: Duh, you invited me.

BONNIE: No we didn’t.

KATHERINE: Yes you did… and (looks at the mess), if I can find my phone, I can prove it to you.

LEXI: Maybe you should put some clothes on first…

KATHERINE: (Realizes she’s naked but doesn’t really care) Oops…

ELENA: We would never invite you, Katherine. Cut the crap and tell us why you are really here.

KATHERINE: Actually, Elena, you were the one that invited me; so, rude!

ELENA: That’s ridiculous!

KATHERINE: Fine, I’ll show you the proof; my phone has to be around here… somewhere.

BONNIE: Just, please, put something on, for god’s sake!

KATHERINE: Fine, Bonnie! Gees, such prudes! (She finds a robe nearby, puts it on, and looks for her phone. As she looks amongst the debris, she finds another casualty, passed out under a piece of furniture). Well… found Radka! The good news, she is breathing. The bad… ain’t no way she is waking up any time soon… she’s completely out.

ELENA: (To Bonnie on the side) There’s no way I invited her, right?

BONNIE: Before last night, I would’ve said, hellz no! But…

KATHERINE: Well… it’s going to take a bit longer than I thought to find my phone. And, shouldn’t we be focusing on more important issues? Like the fact that the bride is MIA!

LEXI: (To Bonnie and Elena) Hate to admit it, but she’s right.

ELENA: Also…we seemed to have kidnapped a stripper, or a cop…

BONNIE: Okay, okay, I’m sure we can figure this out. We just need to retrace our steps; does anyone remember anything about last night?

ELENA: I remember we had a spa day… then we came back to the villa, got all glitz & glammed, opened a bottle of champagne to kick-off the night. After that, I’m at a blank…

BONNIE: Well, the original plan was supposed to be… a spa day, followed by dinner at Le Cirque, drinks at The Cosmopolitan, closing with, and against our will, that Britney Spears show at Planet Hollywood… But I also checked out after our kick-off cheer...

LEXI: I vaguely remember Le Cirque… something about a clown?

ELENA: (To Katherine) I’m going to play along because we really need to figure out what’s going on… You said I invited you, when was that?

KATHERINE: You sent me a WhatsApp around five, I think…

ELENA: Aha! You are lying! That can’t be true! No way you would have made it here on time!

KATHERINE: You do remember your best friend can teleport, right? Bonnie was the one that got me here.

I must say, I was reluctant at first, but there was no way I was missing the opportunity to mess with Caroline. Anyway, I joined you guys in your little cheer, and then, lights out… That’s the last thing I remember.

BONNIE: … I think she’s right… I’m getting flashbacks of you and Caroline cracking up, the Salvatore house; Katherine complaining she hadn’t had the chance to pack; the cottage; Kai…

LEXI: Yes… I remember Caroline talking about a prank…

ELENA: (To Bonnie) Wait, did you say Kai?

BONNIE: Did I?

LEXI: You did…

BONNIE: I don’t know; I’m all messed up! I’m just saying things as they come. But that’s not important now. So, back on track. I say we first check every single corner of this place; maybe Caroline is here… if not, we’ll check the spa, the pool, the shops, etc…

KATHERINE: Well, if we want to make it back in time for the love fest… which I could care less, we should probably find a faster strategy. Lexi and I can search the larger area, vamp our way through the hotel. And you two (referring to Bonnie and Elena), can look here. (To Bonnie) Unless you can do your witchy woo to find her faster?

BONNIE: My powers are all over the place, don’t want to risk it. So, and I hate to say it, your original plan sounds like a good idea.

KATHERINE: I’m full of good ideas, Bonnie (winks).

BONNIE: (Rolls her eyes) Just meet us back here once you’ve searched the place.

(They search everywhere, Caroline is nowhere to be found. They teamback at the villa)

BONNIE: Any luck?

LEXI: Nop. She isn’t in the hotel, that’s for sure.

ELENA: Well, she isn’t here either.

BONNIE: Great, back to square one…

KATHERINE: (Completely off topic, looking at Elena up and down) I’ll never get tired of saying it, I really am much better looking than you.

ELENA: (Triggered by her comment) Please, you wish. Or did your slut brain forget you lost two men to me? Ouch…

KATHERINE: One, actually. I never loved Damon. But I’ll say this, because you need to hear it. It’s quite sad that your insecurities led you to marry the first man that paid any attention to you, after you lost Damon to Bonnie. Which, and let’s not kid ourselves here, was way before they got together. Anyone with half a brain would know that Damon fell in love with Bonnie in that prison world, he was just afraid to admit it… Ouch!

ELENA: Bitch...

BONNIE: Katherine, shut up, or I swear…

LEXI: Wow, wow, wow, wow… ladies, chill! We are going way off topic, and into dangerous territory….

KATHERINE: Just saying, your wedding ring is tacky.

ELENA: What the hell are you talking about?! What wedding ring??

KATHERINE: You really ain’t that bright, are you? The one on your finger, Einstein.

ELENA: What?! (Looks at her finger, she’s in fact wearing quite a tacky ring. Turns to Bonnie) No…. Please tell me I didn’t….

(she takes the ring off, it’s engraved, the inscription reads: No matter how forbidden, our love will last forever. Sister Mary Chapel.

Looks nauseous) I think I’m going to throw up (runs into the nearest bathroom).

BONNIE: (To Katherine) I know you are soulless… but why would you say that to her?

KATHERINE: Because it’s true, Bonnie! You people really need to learn to be more honest with each other.

BONNIE: You’re gonna talk about honesty, really?

KATHERINE: When it comes to the people I care about; I couldn’t be more honest… Anyway, I do believe we have a lead… Guessing that place can give us some insight about last night. So, let’s wait for Sister Mary Elena to get it out of her system, and go to church, god knows you all need it. I’m gonna go change, and I figure my Doppelgänger should do the same. And you (to Bonnie), should probably put on some dry clothes.

(They slip into something more decent, and off they go).

They take an uber to the place; it is definitely not what they were expecting. Not your typical Vegas wedding chapel; on the the contrary, it’s quite sober and elegant.

They go inside, it’s empty…

They walk around to see if they can find someone, or any indication that they were there last night. Just as they are about to give up, Katherine spots something strange inside one of the confessionals.

KATHERINE: Ladies, I think I found something… (they go check it out). Isn’t this (shows them a bracelet) Barbies?

BONNIE: (Takes it) Yes, this is Caroline’s. So… we were here… Why would we come to a church?

LEXI: (Teasing) Maybe we were feeling regretful, wanted to confess our sins.

KATHERINE: What the hell… (she sees a very strange lever, definitely not fitting with the decor; she decides to pull it… the confessional door closes, and descends into the unknown…)

LEXI: Uhm… might still be really hung-over, but are we going down?

BONNIE: We sure are… down a rabbit hole…

ELENA: I have a real bad feeling about this…

KATHERINE: Come on, have some sense of adventure, might be fun!

ELENA: God, I swear I’m going to kill you.

KATHERINE: (Sarcastic) You wouldn’t dare take a life in the house of the lord, would you? I don’t think he would approve, Sister Mary Elena.

ELENA: Well, you’re already dead, so… (just as they’re about to go at it again, the door opens…) Holy mother Mary…

TVD 9x16 (part 2 of part 2) coming next. Hope you stop by, read and enjoy! =)

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itsqueensandra · 4 years ago

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Under the same stars

Pairing: Crush x reader

Summary: Stargazing with y/n’s long time crush turned into something magical

Warnings: None

Word count: 950 words

MASTERLIST

Your pov,

It was 5:00 in the afternoon, I'm in my cabin along with my two closest friends. we decided to spend our summer in a summer camp where our teachers can teach us different languages which are Korean, Chinese, Japanese , Spanish, and french.

My friend and I chose to learn Korean while the other went for French. And him? He chose Japanese.

I've already spent a month in this camp. I've got friends and I'm having a lot of fun learning new languages but I miss my mom. But well, at least he's here - I mean, my friends. Oh my he's really driving me crazy.

But what's not to like about him? He's perfect for me - I mean he's the most perfect human being in the world. He's nice, he's cu-

"Uhm, mic test, one two," a voice, Mrs. Valencia's voice came out of the microphone making me jump and lose my train of thoughts.

"Attention girls and boys! We're gonna have a surprise activity for today. But, It's not about language and culture, it's about having fun! We're gonna spend the whole night star gazing. Now, You all have 30 minutes to get ready and watch that sunset. Don't forget to bring some snacks and your coat. Again you only have 30 minutes."

Shoot! Stargazing?!? With him? shit.

"Hey dude! Stargazing with the boisssss. If I were you, I'd take this chance to confess to him," said y/f1/n (your friend's name number 1).

"come on y/f1/n. Just let her decide if the timing is perfect. look at her she's blushing," said y/f2/n (your friend's name number 2).

"Oh shut up you two! There'll be nothing romantic and special about this night. It'll just watching old gaseous balls which are light years away," I lied. Of course I love stargazing.

"Ok fine Einstein. Anyway let's get ready before Mrs. Valencia gets pissed and starts shouting like she used to do in school," we all giggled and start getting ready.

...Time skip...

"Hey! y/n/n (your nickname)," a very familiar voice cooed. F*ck I love that voice.

"Au revoir bitch," y/f1/n said while dragging y/f2/n, leaving me alone with y/c/n. they are bitches most of the time but they know when to leave at the right moment. Perfect.

"Oh hi, y/c/n," I responded with a smile.

"Well, it's getting dark. I'm excited about stargazing. I love watching stars. How 'bout you?"

"Yeah I also like watching stars." I smiled... with you of course.

We were sitting in a nice cold field watching the sun sets.

The blinding orange-yellow color of the sun really complements the blue sky. the wind is cold, yet, it somehow calms me.

"You know I've always wondered why sunsets are more beautiful than the sunrise," y/c/n whispered, still looking at the view.

He smiled at me. It's really nice seeing his warm smile. We sat there in silence but it's not actually an awkward one. It's very relaxing.

...Time skip...

"Look at that one," he pointed out," I don't know which star.

"Where?"

"That one look!" he said excitedly. He looks so cute when he jumps like a little kid.

"Ok. So what is its name?"

"That one is Polaris, the northern star."

"Cool," I replied.

"They look so beautiful," y/c/n stated. "Oh look a shooting star!" he shouted again in amusement.

"Let's make a wish," he suggested.

He closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath. it was only for a while but it gave me enough amount of time to stare and admire his facial features.

"What did you wish for?" I asked him.

"I wished to bring me to someone I could watch the stars with for the rest of my life," he smiled. "How about you?"

"I didn't make a wish"

"Why not?"

"I have a wish... which to make the guys I love to like me back."

"Why didn't you do it though?"

"I just, I want him to fall for me without depending on something like the stars so I just wish that he could be happy."

"Oh, okay, I understand," he nodded.

"Now I have a second wish," "What is it?"

I wished I could be that someone who you could watch the stars with you for the rest of your life.

"I wish that he finds the person he wants to watch the stars with for the rest of his life."

He just realized what I said, judging from the look on his face.

"So... he's me?"

"Look y/c/n, it's probably just a crush. I hope this wouldn't ruin our friendship. I hope it's ok with you?"

"It's not ok." Those words made my heart beats faster. I'm starting to panic.

"W-why?" I stuttered. I could feel my face heating up and my eyes are starting to fill up with tears.

"Y/n, I-I, I guess there's no way to say it."

I stared at him with confusion, tears started to fall down my cheeks.

He slowly reached my jaw and leaned closer to me. My questions were now answered when he slowly placed his lips with mine. Our lips moved in sync, it was an amazing and passionate kiss I've ever had. Well it was my first time.

gently, he snaked his arms around my waist and placed wrapped my arms around his neck. After a couple of seconds, we both pulled out, gasping for air. He leaned his forehead onto mine, smiling.

"I guess my wish has been granted," he said.

#stargazing #sunset #x readers #imagines #crushxreader #camping #confession #same feeling #underthestars

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jokerfan99 · 4 years ago

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Jig's Up! (RWBY/RVB) by Necroceph

*RVB Opening Theme*

In the Comms Room

???: KSSHH... GRAB... NOW... KKSSSHHH... AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!... KSSHH...

There’s nothing but poor quality sound and static.

Sarge: This one’s from a camera inside the cargo bay. Donut: Eew, the video quality is so grainy. I could do video editing better than this! Sarge: Hmm... let me try something. WORK YOU RUSTED HUNK OF JUNK!

Sarge punches the monitor, hoping that’ll fix the problem, but still static.

Lopez: ¿Es así como siempre me reparas? Sarge: Dammit, Simmons! You said you’ve extracted all the data, but all I’m seeing is dusts of monochrome! Simmons: I’m sorry, sir, but data extraction isn’t like downloading apps from a web browser. It’s all jumbled up like a pile of unorganized jigsaw puzzle pieces. Sarge: And how long will it take for you to put everything together? Simmons: Well if you want the whole incident from yesterday, a month. Donut: A month?! Sarge: That’ll take too long. Is there any other quicker way? Simmons: There is. I can try to assemble one small part of the data, which only takes about two hours to finish. But we’ll only get two minutes of video. Best choice would be the last recording from the pilot’s helm cam. Sarge: And the coordinates from where it was shot at? Simmons: Two days. Sarge: Darn! Alright, process the video first and then the coordinates. Now get to it, this old man's curiosity can't feed itself. Simmons: Yessir. With your permission, I would like to get something from my room, it-. Sarge: See her and your balls be meeting with stainless steel spikes.

Sarge points down at his shoes, now retrofitted with spike like cleats.

Simmons: Uhm... nevermind. Sarge: Lopez, keep an eye on Simmons. Make sure he doesn’t go out. Lopez: Sí señor.

Sarge and Donut leaves Simmons and Lopez. With Lopez in the room, there's no way Simmons would have any chance to get out off there until he's done with the data.

Sarge: Sigh, I just can’t understand those two. Last time they were arguing about the mysteries of the universe, and now their focusing themselves on Ruby’s older sister. Donut: I don’t know, I find, Yang to be very attractive too.

Sarge glares Donut at his response.

Donut: I-I mean to say is... how attractive her hair is. Sarge: Speaking of Ruby's sister, where is she right now? Donut: When I went to get Simmon, she was with Ruby and Grif at the armory. Sarge Ruby and... Grif.

In the Garage

Yang: This is, Pvt. Yang Xiao Long, do you copy? Outpost 48-A, respond! Dammit, what's taking them so long.

That's the fifth attempt she tried to contact her team! What are they doing over there, flag hunting?

Ruby: Yang? Yang: GASP!

Yang quickly turned off her radio as, Ruby pokes her shoulder from behind.

Ruby: Who were you calling? Yang: I was contacting Command. I asked them if they can pick me up but no response came through yet. Ruby: Yeah, Vic's probably taking a "leak" again, I'm sure. Yang: Who’s Vic? Ruby: Our Communication Officer from Command, he can be annoying sometimes. Hey, wanna see the Mongoose? Yang: Sure.

Ruby brings Yang to the, Mongoose.

Yang: *whistle* This is your ride? Ruby: Yep. It’s built from old Warthog parts from what I was told. The parts in it were too outdated so I had the honor of tuning it up a bit. Two inch plating armour, two canisters of nitrous oxide and it can go up to 150 kilometers per hour. Yang: Hmm very fast, but not as fast as Bumblebee. Grif: Don’t waste your time with that hunk of junk. What you need is a four inch armor plating of awesomeness!

The girls notice Grif sitting on the driver’s seat on the Warthog. Oh no, another attempt to hook up with Yang. Hey that’s Tucker’s job! Ruby is not please to see this.

Ruby: Oh God, please no. Yang: Whoa! Is that an M12 LRV? It’s been a while since I’ve seen one intact. And look at the bumps and scratches on it. Thing must've been through a lot of battles. Grif: Indeed she did. She’s been shot, blasted and crashed for the Red Army. It's still in one piece sll thanks to my driving skills behind the wheel. I called her the "Puma". Ruby: It's "Warth-" Grif: SHH! Yang: Nice name. Though it looks more like a boar to me. Grif: Tell you what. how about I take you on a free ride around the canyon if you make yourself comfy on this chair next to me and maybe, we can stop by somewhere more... peaceful for the two of us. Take that, Simmons! Yang: As long as it’s quiet too, I don’t mind. Ruby: Yang, no! Grif: Shut up, Rose. This is a talk between adults! Ruby: Hmph, I'm already twenty years old! Grif, So what do you say shall we go now and- what the? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Sarge: GOTCHA, YOU SEX DRIVED MANIAC!

Sarge (and just in time), pulls Grif out off the Warthog and starts, not with the same ‘shotgun butt to the head’ technique, but kicking him with the spike shoe to the balls.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Grif: OW! OW! OW! OHOHOHOOOOOOO, WHY?! Ruby: Phew! About time you showed up, sir. Yang, I’m telling Dad about this! Yang: Aww. Donut: What did Grif try to do? Ruby: He try to take my sister for a drive to a private place, just for the both of them. Donut: That doesn’t sound so-

Ruby gives him a serious look. He can tell what she meant by the way she’s looking at him.

Donut: Oh I see what you mean. Sarge: I DID NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO STICK YOUR ROD IN, PVT. ROSE. Grif: OW!

Ruby gasped and blushed when Sarge, just mentioned her name.

Ruby: EW!! Why would I do it with- Sarge: Not you! Yang: I think he’s refering to me. Ruby: You? Why... oh, right. They don’t practice the Color Naming Rule. Grif: SARGE... OW! STOP, STOP!!! Sarge: Okay.

WHACK!

Grif: OW! I said STOP! Sarge: Sorry about my soldier, He requires a little more ‘discipline’. Yang: Nah, he did nothing wrong. He’s just doing what boys do. Sarge: Except I prefer to make him do what MEN do. Starting with him salvaging every piece of scrap metal from the derelict outside! Grif: Sarge, I doubt there’s anything to salvage there but ashes! Sarge: Spike shoe. Grif: Sigh... yessir. Ruby: Sarge, about the ship outside, shouldn’t we contact Command about it? Sarge: Right, I forgot about that. Hold on let me... Yang: Uh... no need! I’ve already told them about it. Sarge: Really? And what did they say? Yang: They still haven’t replied yet. Sarge: Dammit, Vic! What the hell is he up to?! Conga dancing? Ahh forget it. Rose, the younger Rose, I have an assignment for you. I need you to go outside and keep an eye on the Blues. They may have seen the crash yesterday and they're maybe planning on attacking us soon. Now get going. Ruby: Yessir! Hey can, Yang come too? Sarge: Hmm... she may not be part of the team but she's still a Red nevertheless. Alright. Just make sure she stays away from the men. Yang: No, I shouldn’t disturb you. Ruby: Oh come on, we haven’t seen each other for quite some time! If you go back to High Ground, we might not have time to communicate with each other. Try spending whatever time you have left with me before you get back. Yang: Hmm, good point. Alright, sis, you convinced me. Ruby: Yes! Let's go. Yang: Wait, I’ll need to get my shotgun first. I won’t last long outside if I go unarmed. Ruby: Okay. See you at the roof.

Yang leaves the garage.

Sarge: I'm beginning to like her attitude. Ruby: Who doesn’t like her? She's the best big sister in the galaxy.

Back In the Comm’s Room

Simmons: Let’s see... if I can put it here...

The door behind Simmons opens, probably Sarge coming in to see his progress.

Simmons: Come in, sir. I’ve just finished 46% of the data. I should be done in an hour. Yang: Think again.

He turns around to see Yang standing by the doorway.

Simmons: Oh it’s you!

Simmons’ eyes once again are locked to Yang’s girls. But the image of Sarge’s spike shoes appeared in his mind, making him avert his eyes from them. Just as Yang, was about to enter, Lopez, stops her.

Lopez: No se te permite estar aquí.

Lopez pushes her out off the room as the door closes behind him. What follows was the painful sound of metal being disassembled, one by one. Simmons could hear the whole thing happening. What is going on out there, he thought. Once the sounds cease, Yang enters the room but no Lopez at sight.

Simmons: Where’s Lopez? Yang: I gave him a quick break. He won’t bother us for a while. Simmons: Look you shouldn’t be here! This room is for authorized personal only, even if you’re a Red too. Yang: Aww don’t tell me, Sarge ordered you not to let a girl like me around? Simmons: I-I didn't say that... but... Yang: Hehe. Don't worry, I won't be here long. Say what’s that?

Yang points to the black box and the computer it’s connected to. She bends down to have a closer look at them, not realizing that her girls are so close to Simmons’ face. His entire blood is now flowing down between his thighs.

Simmons: Sweet beautiful heavens! Yang: Well, Simmons? Simmons: Oh of course! Ah... it's the black box we recovered from the ship you were in. I’m currently working on extracting the data from it, so it would take about an hour to get everything. Yang: Didn’t I told you guys what happened up there? Simmons: You did, but Sarge wanted to see the whole picture through the pilot’s eyes. Yang: Pilot’s eyes? Simmons: The helmet's camera. It’s also connected to the box. Yang: You sure you want to see it? ‘Cause the first thing you’ll see is him jumping out of the ship. Simmons: Still it's considered important information. Yang: Whatever you say. Einstein. Hey can I burrow the radio? Simmons: Why? Yang: I wanted to update my status to my team from High Ground but I seem to have trouble trying to reach them. I thought about using your high powered radio would help. Simmons: Want me to help you with it? Yang: No!... I mean, I can manage. Simmons: Whatever you say. Help yourself. Jesus Almighty, thank you for bringing her here!

As Simmons goes back to his work, Yang attempts to make another call to her team. She whispers, hoping that Simmons doesn’t overhear her.

Yang: This is Pvt. Yang Xiao Long. Sir, if you can hear me, please I need your help! Pick me up from a place called Blood Gulch and whatever you do, don’t call Command! Now I can’t explain why, just get me out of here!

No response

Yang: Dammit! If you’re getting this, I’m sending you my coordinates. I might not last a day or two here. Yang, out!

Yang sends her coordinates before turning off the radio. But before she can leave, she’ll need to get rid of that black box. There's too much evidence for the Reds here to know. The problem is it’s indestructable, but the data inside could be messed up if it’s connection to a computer is fried.

Yang: Welp, I’m done with the radio. Better go before you’re Sargeant and Lopez finds me here. Bye! Simmons: Wait don’t go!

Sorry, Simmons. But she's gone.

Simmons: Sigh, I wish she stayed longer.

Simmons is dissapointed that she left. He wished she could stayed longer but if she did, Sarge would give him the spike shoe. Best not to tell him that she was here just now. He continued back to work when all the sudden...

DRIP

Simmons: What the... water?

A drop of water landed on his left hand.

SPPPPSSSSSHHH!

Simmons: -AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Sprays of water starts pouring down on him. The sprinkler system has been triggered!

On the Red Base

It's already past five minutes and Yang hasn't come.

Ruby: What’s taking her so long? Is it really that hard to find one single weapon in the base? Yang: I’m here!

Yang finally arrives with her custom made shotgun.

Ruby: There you are! And I see you brought Ember Celica with you. What took you so long? Yang: Sorry, had to grease the old thing first. So this is Blood Gulch?

Yang looks around Blood Gulch. She is surprise to see the place entirely void of life, save some sparse grass and bushes.

Yang: Damn, looks more like a dustbowl of sand and dust. Who would want to live in this dump? Ruby: If you say that in front of Sarge’s face, he’ll rupture a blood vessel at you for mocking his ‘beloved’ battlefield. Yang: Heh, would love to see that kind of reaction. Now that we’re alone together, how about we talk to each other, sister to sister. Ruby: I see why not? Yang: So how’s the team here? Did they treat you well? Ruby: They’re okay. Though not much with Grif and Simmons. Donut’s a nice guy but sometime he complain about the base’s interior decorating. Sarge's is such a loud mouth, but I manage to get on his good side. As for Lopez... he's just Lopez. How do you find them? Yang: Studs ready to wreck my... Ruby: EW! Yang: Haha! Still the old innocent Ruby I remember. I wonder what the situation here in the canyon like. High Ground’s pretty chaotic once two teams clashed one another. Ruby: Want me to fill you in on everything? Yang: I don't mind a little info.

Meanwhile...

Simmons: NONONONONO!!!

Simmons watched in horror as every piece of hardware in the room is being fried up by the water from the sprinklers spraying from above. Sarge and Donut happened came just in time to see the chaos.

Sarge: Simmon, how goes the- Hot Sonny Bono, what's going on here?! Simmons: HELP! Sarge: Donut, turn off the sprinkler system! Donut: On it!

Donut rushes to the sprinkler system. It didn't take long for the sprinklers to finally stopped. Simmons rushes to the computer to see if the data’s safe but all he gets is the blue screen of death before it goes dark. Grif (groaning in pain as he holds a bag of ice on his balls) was passing by until he notice what happened in there.

Grif: Huh, as if things ever got better here. Sarge: Put a cork in it, Grif. Simmon's, status report! Simmons: I-I don’t know. I was working on the data, when all the sudden the sprinklers went off by themselves! Sarge: Did any of the equipment catch on fire? Simmons: If any of them did, I would’ve smell smoke. Sarge: Well that ain't important. Is the data from the box still intact? Simmons: I’m not sure! The box might be affected badly when the computer it was connected to fried. I don’t know if it’s still intact or gone. Sarge: Damn, then we're dead on the water. Lopez, help Simmons with... Lopez?

Sarge noticed Lopez is absent in the room.

Sarge: Simmons, where’s Lopez? Simmons: Ya- He went for a break. Sarge: A break? Since when does Lopez take breaks? Simmons: That's what Y-he told me. Sarge: Hmm, must've gone to oil himself. Wait a minute, are you sure you're not hiding something? Simmons: Uhm... no! Why would I, your chief technician, hide anything? Sarge: Nothing, just asking you.

If he tells Sarge that Yang was here, bye bye making children. Wait, Yang. She was with him just now in the room to use the radio. Could it be a coincidence that she's the one that caused it? No it can’t be. A girl like her wouldn’t bring this kind of trouble. Or did she? Donut finally returned.

Donut: Sir, I’ve managed to stop the sprinkler system. Sarge: I already see that. Good work. Donut: Also there’s something else you need to see.

Donut reveals Lopez’s head to Sarge.

Lopez: Hola. Sarge:... Simmons? Simmons: Crap.

On the Red Base

Ruby: And if you can see at the otherside of the canyon, that’s the Blue base. Yang: You mean the base that looks exactly like the one we’re standing on right now? Ruby: That's the one.

Yang moves her binoculars to the left and sees a Scorpion sitting silently.

Yang: *whistle* They’re packing some serious heat over there. Huh? Is that the Blues you mentioned?

She turns to the roof and see three Blues standing there. It doesn’t look like they’re discussing an attack. From the way the white blue one is acting, he’s probably ranting at two of his men, probably for not informing him about the crash last night.

Yang: That is one angry Blue over there. Ruby: Oh it gets better. Try guessing who that is. Yang: Mmm... just a random Blue? Ruby: No. Look closely.

Yang focuses her binoculars at the ranting Blue. He isn't wearing his helmet and his hair is white as snow... Oh my God is that...?

Yang: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT BITCH DOING HERE?! Ruby: You’re telling me. I can’t believe she enlisted herself in the Blue Army! Yang: GRR! She doesn't deserve to be in any army! Ruby, why didn’t you shoot her when you had the chance? Ruby: I tried. Since she was our member of the team and my ex-partner, she knows every move I make. When I fired, she ducks. When I shoot a branch over her, she makes a step. And when I put a grenade into her pocket, she throws it back at me. Yang: Yeah, she definitely knows you too well. It's a good thing I'm here. I can go there right now and cave in through that rich girl face of hers! Ruby: I would love to see that happen! Yang:... Ruby:... Yang:... So... we're alone now? Ruby: Yes. Yang: And no one else is coming up here? Ruby: No, no one's coming. Why do you ask? Yang: Good. Listen, Ruby. I didn't want to keep this from you yesterday. Ruby: Keep me from what? GASP... Don't tell me! Blake's having another kid? AAAAAAAHHHH, I knew it! Yang: Nonono, that's not what I'm here to talk about! It's about the ship. Ruby: And what about it? Yang: There are some things that I haven't told you the truth about. Look, I didn't want to lie to you, but if I tell you everything with your team around, I'll be in big trouble! Ruby, you know me. I only cause trouble unless I have a good reason. Ruby: Yang, I'm not getting you. What are you trying to say? Yang: I-

TZZT

Sarge: Rose, I need you in the Meeting Room, and bring your sister along with you.

TZZT

Ruby: Best not to let, Sarge wait. Whatever it is you want to talk about, we can discuss this later, okay? Yang: Okay.

The Meeting Room

Ruby and Yang enters the Meeting Room. The whole team are in, already armed themselves.

Ruby: We’re here. What’s- Sarge: THERE SHE IS!

Everyone suddenly starts pointing their guns at Yang. Yikes! They found out!

Yang: Aw crap, they know! Ruby: Heyheyhey! What are you doing?! Sarge: Stand aside, Rose! I’m gonna blow this dirtbag saboteur to kingdom come! Ruby: Saboteur? Sarge: While you were out there, the sprinkler system from the comms rooms suddenly went off and fried the equipment there. Simmon told us that your sister was in there shortly before it happened, which mean it isn't a coincidence at all! Simmons: And it costs a reproductive organ to spill it... OW!

Simmons presses a bag of ice to his groin.

Grif: I feel you man. Simmons: Fuck you! Sarge: Not only that, look what she done to poor, Lopez! Bring him in, Donut.

Donut pushes a wheelbarrow and on it contains what’s left of Lopez’s. A pile of limbs and circuitry, ripped apart with Lopez The Head placed on top of it.

Lopez: Odio mi vida. Donut: You said it Lopez.

Ruby is left horrified to see Lopez like this, did Yang really do this?

Yang: Well fuck. Alright, you guys got me, let me explain. Simmons: Then how do you explain this?!

Simmons, holds up a small tablet in his hand.

Ruby: What's that? Simmons: Concrete evidence of what really happened on that ship! Donut: At first we thought the data was lost. Simmons: Yeah but somehow the short circuit did a better job than I did. Which was supposed to be theoratically impossible. Watch!

Simmons plays the video on the tablet. The first thing that appeared on the screen was the first person view of the pilot’s cockpit being piloted by someone in different color armor. The flashing red flight instruments are going crazy, indicating the ship is in critical condition.

Nebraska: MAYDAY! MAYDAY! This is, Agent Nebraska from Darter dropship, Sanctuary!

The voice of pilot is a male of twenty years of age.

Nebraska: MAYDAY! MAYDAY! Command do you copy, over?

TZZT

Vic: Heyhey, Command here. How's it going, dude, you doing fine? I'm doing fine too! Now what the hell you want? Nebraska: What? NO! Everything's not fine! Listen I can't explain much! I'm loosing control over my ship here and I can't risk landing on rough terrain! Are there any safe places to land on, over? Vic: Whoo sounds like you're in a tight situation. Alright let me read your coordinates and I'll see if there are any soft spots for you to land on. Nebraska:... Vic:... Nebraska: Hello? Vic: Okay I got one for you, there's a wide box canyon with a Red Outpost near ya. Hope ya don't mind staying too close to enemy lines. Nebraska: As long as I don't get blown to smithereens that's fine! Thanks for the help Com- what the?

The pilot turns around when he hears the door behind opened. He hoped it was one of his teammates, but instead he sees the wrathful rage of, Yang Xiao Long, ready to strike her fist through the poor soul’s faceplate.

Nebraska: NononoNONONO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

And then static.

CONNECTION LOST

Ruby couldn’t believe her eyes. Yang caused the crash! She turns at Yang and glares at her. Yang let’s out a nervous laugh as she tugs her undersuits collar.

Ruby: Yang? Yang: That's what I wanted to tell you about. Hehehe. Sarge: She’s possibly Blue agent and deserves the penalty of death! Boys, prepare to fire. Grif: How about we take her captive instead? Simmons: I agree, killing her would be a waste of a perfectly good bo...

Sarge silently glares at both of them.

Grif and Simmons: Yessir! Ruby: Now hold your fire! I know what she did was horrible, but she might have a good reason to cause the crash! Yang: Yeah and I only attack them because Command kidnapped me! Ruby: Yes... wait, WHAT?! Sarge: WHAT?! Grif: WHAT?! Simmons: WHAT?! Donut: WHAT?! Lopez: QUE?! Simmons: Waitwaitwait... Command kidnapped you? Sarge: What do you think? They may have already suspected her as a spy! Yang: No, I’m not a Blue spy! I'm just an innocent Red soldier who was captured by her own will by Command for no apparent reason! Can you hear me out for a sec? Ruby: Please, Sarge, just give Yang a chance to explain. She doesn't mind any punishment but I don’t want to see my sister shot right in front of me! Please!

Ruby give Sarge a teary eyed look, begging him not to hurt Yang. Despite having a heart made of military steel, it was pierced by those big puppy doggy silver eyes.

Sarge: This goes against everything I stand for. Fine, talk. Yang: Right, here goes. The first part of what I told you was true. I really was assigned by Command to escort supplies to the other Red bases. Or that’s what I thought it was. When I got inside the dropship, things start to look suspicious. When I entered the cargo bay, it was empty. No ammo boxes, no medicine, no food. Nothing. That’s when they knock me out and threw me into a cell. Still don't believe me? Look at this bump on the back of my head, do you think I did this to myself?

Yang moves her hair aside, revealing a nasty bump on her head. The Reds gasp by the sight.

Ruby: OOOH! Uncle Qrow won't be happy to see that. Simmons: Yeah she definetly didn't do that to herself. Sarge: Mother of God, that came from a butt of a rifle! Grif: How do you know? Sarge: When you hit somebody in the head many times with a gun, you'll know. Donut: How did you escape then? Yang: I kinda "charmed" a guard and stole his keycard. After I got out, I planned on jumping out from the ship, but not while it's flying eighteen thousand feet in the air. So I went to plan B. Sabotage the ship and crash land on the dirt. Sarge: Why didn't you go with the first one? It would've been a magnificent! Simmons: Hate to ruin your excitement, sir. The ship was flying in high altitude and it would be too cold for even the Mjolnir to handle. Sarge: But that still makes things a lot better. Ruby: Wait, before you blow the ship from the inside, what did you do to your kidnappers? You didn’t kill them, did you? Yang: Ruby, you know me. I wouldn't do anything so cold blooded. I knocked them all out, put ‘em in a large crate and throw them out off cargo just before the ship crashed. Donut: That doesn't sound safe. Yang: Nah I’m sure they’re fine, with a few broken bones at least. Grif: Then why go all the trouble to lying to us and attempting to destroy the evidence? Yang: What do you think? If you had known the truth before, you’ll contact Command and they'll capture me again. Ruby: Wait if that wasn’t Command you were calling just now, who were you attempting to contact with? Yang: My team from High Ground. I tried to called them to get me out of here, but they haven't responded. Simmons: This doesn’t make sense. If you’re not a Blue spy... Yang: Which I’m not. Simmons:... then why would Command go all the trouble to kidnap you? Could it be that you might have done something to anger them? Yang: Nothing serious, really. Well I did punch my Commander in the face. But even if I did, I would've been informed of my actions rather than getting knocked unconscious. And I have seriously no idea what's their reason to kidnap me at all. But I did overhear the guards’ conversation from my cell. Ruby: What did you hear? Yang: They said that I’m a suitable “host” for... “Omega”. Ruby: Omega? Isn't that the last Greek alphabet? Yang: Or it could be a codename. Grif: W-wait, d-d-id y-you say... Ome... Ome... O-Omega? Yang: Uh... yeah? Ruby: Guys, are you alright?

Ruby and Yang noticed that the Reds have gone quiet when they heard the name 'Omega' from Yang. The silence lasted for a minute until;

The Reds: OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

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