#while holding all our stuff and even though we had somewhere to be

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Girl Dinner

pairing: George russell x kpop idol! reader

summary: In the fast-paced world of Formula 1, George Russell finds an unexpected escape in Y/N, a Le Sserafim member known for her captivating food vlogs

word count: idk

Genre: SMAU/Fluff

Inspired by my fav youtuber doobydobap <3

George sighed as he sank into the soft cushions of his living room couch, finally able to relax after a long day at the track. His phone buzzed in his hand—another meme from Lando, something about who’s the better driver this week. George rolled his eyes and swiped it away. He was tired of the constant comparisons, the endless questions. Every interview felt like another round of “Who’s better at this or that?” Sometimes, he just needed a break from it all.

He opened YouTube, aimlessly scrolling for something different. His eyes landed on a video thumbnail of a table filled with delicious-looking food, and a girl grinning beside it. The title caught his attention: My Guide to the BEST Street Food in Seoul.

“Why not,” George muttered to himself, tapping on the video.

The screen came to life with vibrant shots of Seoul’s bustling street food scene. Y/N was walking through the streets, introducing various foods with a bright, excited energy. George was immediately hooked. There was something about the way she talked—effortless, funny, and completely herself.

She picked up a small snack, inspecting it before taking a bite. "They’re much smaller than the big ones that are filled with roe," she said, holding up the dish with a mischievous smile, "but just because it's small doesn’t mean it ain’t tasty—and that applies to many things." She winked at the camera, making George choke on his water mid-sip.

He sat up straighter, a grin forming on his face. “What did I just stumble into?”

The video continued with her taking massive bites, describing each dish with vivid details that somehow made George’s mouth water, even though he wasn’t usually into food videos. But it wasn’t just the food—it was her personality. She had this way of making everything seem light and fun, as if the whole world was just a giant playground of flavors.

George leaned back, a smile tugging at his lips. For the first time in a while, he wasn’t thinking about racing or interviews. Just food... and her.

Y/N’s POV

The cameras were rolling, capturing every moment as Y/N and Yunjin stood in front of a colorful street food stall. Today’s challenge for Le Sserafim’s YouTube channel was a mix of dares and foodie adventures, and Yunjin was ready to dive in.

“Welcome back, everyone!” Y/N cheered into the camera. “Today, Yunjin and I are taking on the ultimate street food dare. We’ve got some spicy dishes and a few random dares to complete. Ready, Yunjin?”

Yunjin grinned, nervously holding a skewer of spicy tteokbokki. “Ready as I’ll ever be!”

The first dare popped up on Y/N’s phone: Talk about something you’re passionate about while eating something spicy.

Y/N took a large bite of the tteokbokki, her eyes widening at the heat. “Alright, here we go. So, I’ve got this major passion for cars. I’m fascinated by everything from the sleek designs to the roar of the engines. If I weren’t doing food vlogs and idol stuff, I’d probably be somewhere working with cars. I love the speed, the engineering—just the whole vibe of it.”

Yunjin laughed, struggling to keep her composure as the spice hit her. “You and your cars! I’ve seen you talk about them all the time. And speaking of busy, we’ve got a lot to do before our next tour. Packing, rehearsals... it’s going to be a whirlwind.”

Y/N nodded, wiping her forehead. “Yeah, it’s going to be hectic, but it’s worth it. And who knows, maybe I’ll get a chance to drive something amazing before we head out.”

The challenge continued with both of them trying various spicy dishes and completing their dares, their laughter and camaraderie shining through. The video wrapped up with Y/N and Yunjin excitedly discussing their upcoming tour and the busy schedule ahead.

George’s POV

George was sprawled on the couch in his hotel room, catching a break after the Suzuka GP. His phone buzzed with new content, and he opened one of Y/N’s food vlogs out of curiosity. He was halfway through when Yuki Tsunoda burst into the room with a couple of drinks and a big grin.

“Hey, George!” Yuki exclaimed. “Mind if I join you for a bit?”

“Of course not,” George replied, gesturing to the couch. “I was just watching this food vlogger. She’s really something.”

Yuki flopped down next to him and glanced at the screen. His eyes widened as he recognized Y/N. “Wait, is that Y/N? The food vlogger?”

George nodded, still engrossed in the video. “Yeah, she’s got this great style. I didn’t expect her to be so... engaging.”

Yuki’s expression shifted to one of excitement. “You know, I’ve got to tell you something. You might find this interesting.”

George looked up, curious. “Oh? What’s up?”

Yuki leaned in, a mischievous smile on his face. “So, Y/N... she’s actually a member of a famous K-pop group.”

George blinked in surprise. “What? Are you serious?”

Yuki nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, she’s in Le Sserafim. I didn’t realize you didn’t know. She’s huge worldwide”

George’s eyes widened. “No way. I had no idea. She’s just been this really cool food vlogger to me.”

Yuki chuckled. “Yeah, she’s got this whole other side to her. You should see their music videos. They’re amazing.”

George was intrigued. “You know what, let’s watch some of their stuff.”

Yuki grinned and pulled out his laptop, navigating to Le Sserafim’s music videos. They started with a recent MV, and as the vibrant visuals and catchy beats filled the room, George found himself captivated. Y/N’s stage presence was magnetic, and he was surprised by how much he enjoyed it.

As they moved through the videos, George’s initial surprise turned into admiration. “Wow, I had no idea she was such a star. She’s incredible.”

Yuki nodded. “Yeah, she really is. And she’s so down-to-earth. I think you might be more into her now, huh?”

George laughed, a little embarrassed. “You could say that. She’s definitely caught my attention in a whole new way.”

They spent the next hour watching various clips, George becoming more engrossed in Y/N’s multifaceted talent. By the end of their impromptu viewing session, he was thoroughly impressed and even more intrigued by her.

When the viewing session ended, George picked up his phone and hesitated for a moment before searching for Y/N’s Instagram account. With a smile, he hit the follow button, feeling a newfound connection to the talented and intriguing woman behind the food vlogs.

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@alex_albon you went to THE le sserafim consert without me!? Here I thought we were friends

@yukitsunoda0511 😼

@user119 george in his oppa era?🧐

@pierregasly ofc yuki took the pictures u could never take aesthetic picture like that

@user143 wait george be looking extra scrumdelicious lately

@user66 why know one told me george listens to le sserafim 🫢 because that's my mother in 2nd slide

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George POV

George was in the paddock, taking a moment to relax and scroll through Instagram on his phone. The usual buzz of activity surrounded him as teams prepared for the next race, but George was lost in his own world, scrolling through his feed.

He stumbled across a post from Calvin Klein featuring Y/N in their latest campaign. The photos were stunning—Y/N looked absolutely breathtaking , modern outfits. George’s eyes widened in awe as he saw the images of her effortlessly posing and exuding confidence.

Unable to contain his excitement, George let out an involuntary shout. “Oh my—”

A few of the other drivers, including Yuki, glanced over at him, intrigued by his reaction. Yuki’s lips curled into a knowing smile as he watched George’s enthusiastic response. He had seen George’s interest in Y/N grow over time and found the situation amusing.

Yuki chuckled softly, catching George’s eye. “Looks like someone’s having a fanboy moment,” he teased, fully aware of the reason behind George’s excitement.

George barely registered Yuki’s comment. His mind was racing, and Without a moment's hesitation, His excitement grew as he remembered that Calvin Klein had invited him to their upcoming party. This was the perfect opportunity to get involved, especially with the new collection making waves.

He couldn’t wait any longer. George bolted to his manager’s office, bursting through the door with so much energy that his manager nearly jumped out of his chair.

“H-Hey, George!” his manager stammered, wide-eyed, visibly startled by the sudden entrance. “What’s—what’s happening?”

“I just saw the Calvin Klein collection!” George blurted out, barely able to contain himself. “And we need to say yes to that party invite. Now!”

His manager, still trying to gather himself, blinked rapidly, stumbling over his words. “O-O-Okay! Y-Yes, right away! I’ll...I’ll handle it, no problem.”

George’s enthusiasm didn’t waver as he grinned. “Good! Make it happen!”

The Calvin Klein party was buzzing with energy, fashion icons and celebrities filling the room. George, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, casually sipped his drink as he scanned the room. But then, he saw her—Y/N, effortlessly stunning, standing near a group of people, laughing and engaging in conversation.

It felt as though time had slowed down. The music faded into the background, the buzz of the party muffled, as his gaze locked onto her. Something about the way she carried herself, the confidence and grace, left him frozen in place. His heart pounded in his chest, and he knew he had to talk to her. Gathering every ounce of courage, he walked over.

“Hi,” George said, voice surprisingly steady despite the excitement coursing through him.

Y/N turned, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The intensity of their connection hit both of them like a tidal wave. She smiled warmly, and it was as if the world shrunk down to just the two of them.

“Hey, George Russell, right?” Y/N asked, her tone light but with a sparkle of recognition in her eyes.

He grinned, nodding. “Yeah, that’s me. I... uh... saw your Calvin Klein shoot. You absolutely killed it.”

“Thank you!” she laughed softly, clearly flattered. “I’ve actually been getting into Formula 1 recently, so it’s crazy to meet you here.”

His heart skipped a beat. “No way, really? You’ve been watching the races?”

“Yeah,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “It’s fascinating—especially seeing how everything works behind the scenes. The adrenaline, the speed, it’s so intense.”

George felt the connection deepening. They fell into easy conversation, bouncing between their mutual love for fashion, traveling, and fast cars. Every word she spoke made George feel as if he had known her forever. They shared so many of the same interests, and the more they talked, the more captivated he became. Time flew by without them even noticing.

As the party began to wind down, George hesitated for a brief moment but decided to go for it. “I’ve really enjoyed talking with you tonight. Would you—uh, if you’re free, want to come to the Austrian Grand Prix? I think you’d really love it. Maybe I could show you around the paddock?”

Y/N’s eyes lit up, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I’d love that.”

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"What a wonderful night @georgerussell63"

After the Calvin Klein party, George and Y/N stayed in touch almost every day. At first, it was casual—sharing memes, discussing travel plans, and talking about their busy schedules.

George and Y/N always seemed to do a quick call between meetings, or FaceTime sessions whenever they could. Most often, Y/N would call him while she was cooking, her love for food shining through in every dish she made.

“Guess what I’m making tonight,” Y/N teased one evening, the sound of pots and pans clinking in the background as her camera showed her busy kitchen.

George leaned back in his chair, a smile tugging at his lips. “Let me guess…something delicious?”

Y/N laughed, giving the camera a little wink. “You know it. But you’ll have to wait and see. Maybe I’ll send you a plate.”

He couldn’t help but admire how much passion she had for cooking. He’d watch as she diced vegetables or stirred sauces, completely in her element. The sight of her in the kitchen, focused and happy, made his heart swell.

Sometimes, he’d even join her. They’d both be in their own kitchens, cooking the same meal during their FaceTime calls. George wasn’t the best cook, but with her guidance, he managed to whip up a few decent dishes.

“You’re doing great,” Y/N would encourage, laughing as he fumbled with a pan. “Maybe next time, you’ll cook for me in person.”

“That’s a deal,” George replied with a grin, his eyes never leaving hers on the screen.

Somewhere along the way, admiration had quietly morphed into something deeper. Something that felt a lot like love.

George’s POV

The Austrian GP was finally here, and George couldn’t shake the nervous excitement he felt knowing Y/N would be watching him live from the paddock. He had invited her to the race weeks ago, and now it was happening. After arriving at the circuit, George quickly texted her:

George: Hey! You here? I’ll come get you.

A few moments later, he spotted her in the paddock, looking effortlessly chic in her Mercedes team pass, smiling when she saw him. He guided her through the chaos of the paddock and into the serene comfort of the Mercedes hospitality suite.

“Welcome to my world,” George said with a grin.

Y/N beamed back. “This is insane! Everything looks so different in person.”

They spent the pre-race together, George showing her around, explaining the details of what went on behind the scenes, and making sure she was comfortable.

“Good luck out there,” Y/N whispered, as he headed to his car. She didn’t realize how much she truly cared for him until she saw the determination in his eyes. The feelings that had slowly bloomed over the weeks felt undeniably real now.

The lights went out, and the Austrian GP was underway. George drove like a man possessed—each lap faster, smoother, more precise. Y/N watched from the Mercedes suite, her heart pounding with every corner he took. It was a fierce race, with George battling for the top spot. And then, in a thrilling final lap, he overtook his rival, crossing the finish line first.

Cheers erupted around the track, but George’s eyes immediately searched for her. As the podium celebrations began, champagne spraying everywhere, he stood at the top, a wide grin on his face. His gaze never left Y/N. In that moment, he wasn’t just celebrating the win—he was sharing it with her.

The celebration was in full swing. Music pulsed through the club, and George couldn’t keep his eyes off her—not that he even tried. They had been glued to each other since the moment they stepped inside. With every beat of the music, every sway of her body next to his, George felt the tension between them build.

Y/N was radiant, her energy infectious as they danced together, their movements synced as if they had done this a hundred times before. There were other people around them, fellow drivers, friends, and fans, but to George, the room had blurred into a haze. It was just them. Every laugh, every smile, every brush of her skin against his sent a jolt through him.

At one point, she leaned into his ear to say something, her breath warm against his skin. He couldn’t even remember what she said, just the way her voice made his heart race. They moved together on the dance floor, effortlessly, like they had done this all their lives.

As the night wore on, neither could bear to leave the other’s side. They were locked in this invisible pull, their bodies close, their hands occasionally brushing. It felt like the world outside didn’t exist—just the two of them, wrapped up in the magic of the night.

On their way back to George’s condo, the car ride was quiet, but the air between them buzzed with unspoken words. Y/N glanced at him every now and then, a soft smile playing on her lips, and George couldn’t help but grin back.

As the car pulled up to his place and Y/N reached for the door handle, George, feeling the weight of the moment, decided to take a leap. He cleared his throat and with a small, mischievous grin, said, “Ramyeon meokgo gallae?” in his best, slightly awkward, British-accented Korean.

Y/N froze for a second, her hand pausing on the door, before she burst into laughter. “Did you just…?”

He chuckled, his face warm. “Yeah, I thought I’d give it a try.”

She shook her head, still laughing softly. “You’re adorable.”

The tension that had been building all night finally cracked, and as Y/N smiled at him, George knew that whatever happened next would change everything. She stepped back inside the car, shutting the door behind her, and leaned closer to him, her eyes sparkling.

And from there, the rest was history.

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Hi can you write Elliot euphoria and YN have a camping indoors sleepover that leads to more than just friends. Extra smutty please 🤭

TLDR: Elliot and Y/N planned a "camping trip" during college vacation and well, one thing led to another and...

Word count + info: 2.1k THIS ONE IS LONGGGG! Dialogue (it’s mostly sex talk and them being silly goofy guys). Female college!readerxElliot (no specifications).

Warnings + Content Ahead: NSFW this is 18+ MDNI, 420 mentioned, biting, oral sex, no protection (smh), lotta making out and mouth stuff, thigh riding 🤭 I think that’s it!

Azzie Notes ✚: Chat we are so back! sorry I took so long bro, IRL has been soo fkin messy atm but I just needed to write and get back on here. Why is my inbox ovulating so hard tho 😭  guys lets be demure too (kidding I need dom more than ever before now that Dominic has gone MIA)I hope u enjoy it's been a while! I also mentioned Euphoria like,.. the actual word and geeked out a bit go try n find it and geek out w me

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When It Rains, It Pours - D.F.

“Oh, dude you’ve got to be fuckin' kidding me” He huffs.

There you both were, like two idiots holding hamper baskets with blankets, snacks, rolling papers, and small pillows, staring out the glass door into the backyard as rain poured down heavy, the sound of wind whistling as the drops hit the windowed door hard.

You and Elliot had spent many summers “camping” in his backyard since High School and since college had separated your time together, what better way to reunite than kicking off summer in your hometown by camping? Only this year, you both promised to save up and go somewhere this time, but alas, it was just you, Elliot, his empty house and, the torrential rain outside. You both stood in matching tartan shorts and your graduation grey t-shirts from high school like a bunch of losers.

You sigh as you set down your hamper. “So much for that camping trip, huh?” you smirk, biting a smile down.

He sets his hamper basket down too and rummages through it to find his rolling paper and his little bag of weed. “Can’t believe our fuckin’ luck man” He murmurs angrily as he fumbles his papers up.

You sigh and reach over, grabbing his now crumpled paper, and, plop yourself down on the beanbag by the door before rolling his blunt for him. He sighs and sits on the floor between your legs, placing his chin on your knee before looking up at your face, and tucking some hair behind your ear.

“I missed this- I mean I missed you, ya know? Seeing your Instagram Stories and FaceTiming isn’t the same, you even look different. I really wanted to have something to remind you of me, like old times sake sort of thing, whatever that shit means” he mumbles, before pressing his cheek onto your knee, avoiding eye contact.

Your eyes widen at his confession and you stop in your tracks, your fingers moving away from the paper to his face, bringing his eyes back to look at you. Elliot had a lot messed up but one thing was for sure; he always had your back and was always there whenever you needed him.

You both were messed up together, he was your first kiss accidentally, you accidentally smoked weed together, and you both accidentally spent the night in a jail cell after trying to joyride an old car, only to end up crashing that same car within the span of a few minutes since neither of you could drive. Something about those accidents made your heart flutter and kept you around Elliot closer rather than push you away, even though your parents didn’t exactly take it well. Now, after spending almost 8 months away, you were worried Elliot felt like he was slipping away.

“Elli, you’ll always have me, you know that right? Like, you’ve fucked me up so bad that we have a trauma bond, you can’t expect me to slip away, dude. A-And remember one time it rained like this and we made an indoor fort? How ‘bout we do that then, yeah? We have all the stuff for it, the weed and all.” You smile, hoping to get a small laugh out of him as you hold his head, his eyes boring into yours while your fingers coil around his blonde-tipped hair.

He sighs and closes his eyes softly, before nodding, grunting as he gets up. He looks down at you before you lift your head to meet his gaze. Elliot lowers himself to plant kisses on your forehead with an overwhelming tenderness that sends shivers down your spine. It turns almost possessive as he trails it down to your cheek and peppers it with long kisses. Your breath hitches and you feel like melting under his touch. You had never felt a simple kiss to be so sensual but here you were, shivering with your breath hitching. He brings his mouth to your ear, his breath slow and almost ragged.

“If you left me, Y/N, I don’t know what I’d do...” His breath is ragged against your skin as he nips at your earlobe before abruptly standing upright again. He digs into his pockets as he walks over and attends to unpacking the hampers, acting nonchalant despite the raw passion still coursing through him. Elliot has kissed and touched you before, albeit while high, but something felt so different, so desperate at this moment.

You try to shrug it off as you roll a few more blunts before crawling inside the now-built fort Elliot had made. He sits on his knees as he puts up some string lights and fluffs up some pillows before resting on his elbows and leaning back. You sit in front of him, holding a blunt between your lips. He can’t help but smile as he brings his old lighter up to you, setting it alight and bringing his face close. The first hit in your lungs feels like home as you exhale with a giggle, blowing the smoke directly into his face. His eyes narrow playfully as he leans in, not breaking eye contact. Instead of simply taking the blunt, his lips brush against yours—soft, lingering—before catching the blunt between them. The kiss is brief but electric, the blunt slipping from your mouth to his as his lips hover close, teasing. For a moment, his face stays just inches from yours, the warmth of his breath mingling with the haze of smoke.

It’s like you’re in his pocket and he’s in yours, both of you wrapped around each others’ fingers. Your back is almost pressed to his, your face tilted up to look at his while his hands wrap around your waist, under your shirt and the waistband of your shorts feeling your smooth skin. It must’ve been 20 minutes when you decide to put the blunt to the side on a small tray and reach up to his face, this time parting his mouth for a kiss. It’s lazy and relaxed as you shift your body to straddle his thigh, your tongue slipping in. Elliot moans into the kiss, holding your hip with one hand and gripping your hair tight with the other.

You grind and gyrate on his thigh, your hands pulling at his curls; you knew he went crazy for hair tugs. His lips trail your neck, his tongue and teeth trailing and gnawing as he laps the length from your collarbone to your earlobe. You let out a whimper as you continue to buck against his thigh, desperate for more. You pull away, pressing your forehead to his.

“Elli, please… don’t hold back” you murmur, pleading as you heave.

He doesn’t answer, instead, he nods and takes his hand under your t-shirt to lift it up and over your head in one swift motion before connecting his lips back to yours. You gasp as you feel the cold air hit your naked torso, the sensation fresh with the sound of you making out with rain noises in the background and the smell of marijuana burning away. It all feels so right, so real.

His head dips between the valley of your breasts, suckling while holding eye contact, lazily moving his mouth over your breast, gliding the tip of his tongue in painful slow circles before taking your nipple between your teeth. His eyes look into yours with pure innocence and attentiveness, as you moan and hold his head there, roaming his curls as you continue to rock back and forth on his thigh, desperately trying for some friction for your now soaking core. You roll his t-shirt up and take it off his torso, throwing it to the side.

Elliot holds you and places you down on the pillow and the mess of bedsheets covering the wooden floor. He leans down, planting soft kisses from the nape of your neck to the edge of your waistband. He perks up to look at you with those sweet eyes you can never get enough of.

“You’re stunning, you know that, Y/N? You always have been.” He whispers shyly before tugging at your waistband looking for approval.

You nod and lift your hips up as he pulls your shorts and underwear off in one swift motion, discarding them outside of the fort. Elliot almost groans at the sight of you completely naked, his eyes filled with desire and admiration. He grabs the blunt placed on the tray and takes a long drag. Smoke billows from his lips and drifts towards your glistening center, making you shiver with anticipation. You moan at the sensation, feeling a wave of heat rush through your body. His head dips down while he kisses your inner thighs, licking softly. He kisses your core, right on your bud making you gasp. Elliot gently spreads your lips, taking one long lick up, circling over your bud. Something about how easy and purposeful he was being had made this all the more arousing, loud moans and encouragement rolling out from your lips begging him to keep going.

Elliot eats you out as if it's his sole duty, his purpose in life, and takes his sweet time to savour you, to thrust his tongue in and out of you, to drink you up until it brings your next orgasm, and then do it all over again. His hand thumbs your breast, the other holding your hips down as you continuously buck up for each wave of pleasure he gives you that ripples through your body. Elliot reaches down to free his member as he carries you through yet another orgasm, this time jerking himself off in slow, lazy strokes, dedicating himself to you first.

As you come down from your orgasm, you feel like you’re seeing stars, everything is flowing perfectly and harmoniously for the first time in a long time. You prop yourself up on your elbows as you watch him gently guide himself to your wet core. Elliot rubs his head up and down before thrusting in, watching your face for any sign of discomfort or displeasure. You grab his shoulder with one hand and bite your lip, nodding to ask him to keep going. He pushes in further, bottoming out inside of you entirely. Your tight hole twitches around his member, adjusting to his size as he slowly moves out, before pounding back in.

It doesn’t take much for Elliot to lose control and find himself relentlessly thrusting into you, roughly gripping a hand to your breast as he moves at a furious pace. You let out provocative giggles and purrs, further fueling his intense desire as he thrusts in and out of you. The fort feels humid, the sound of rain and skin slapping filling the room. Your body craves this, needing more and more as every thrust sends a wave of pleasure through your entire body. Elliot's red eyes are locked on yours, his face contorted with pure passion, your name spilling out like a prayer. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to go even deeper. His breath hitches as he pounds into you, his hips bucking wildly. The smell of sweat and sex fills the air as he continues to pound, his name echoing from your lips with every thrust.

As you near the edge, you can feel yourself tightening around him, squeezing each time he slams into you. Elliot grabs your hips, holding you tightly as he thrusts faster and harder, his eyes locked on yours. His face is a mix of passion and desperation, knowing you are about to shatter beneath him. And then it happens. You both reach your peaks, sending a jolt of euphoria through the both of you before collapsing, rocking together in one final attempt to ride out your highs. Your nails dig roughly into his shoulder as Elliot bites down on yours, your arms holding him as he lies on top of you before he pulls out and falls to your side. You both breathe out with your mouths dry and skin slick with sweat as you stare up at the bedsheet lined fort ceiling covered in string lights.

Elliot sits up to lazily grab the blunt from the tray, accidentally brushing past one of the fort supports. He pauses for a moment, before exhaling and lying back, taking a drag before handing it to you, smiling.

“You know, for a second there I thought I fuckin’ ruined the momen-” He’s cut off by the fort caving in, entangling you both in sheets. You can’t even be mad at him, he just accidentally crashed his own fort after making your legs shake. God knows how the rest of the night goes, but at least it’s spent with good, old Elli.

[kaeyachi]

I completed Paralogism just now. Here are my Kaeya thoughts

It's all Kaeya talk. Lore is scrumptious though. Genuinely blew my mind coz this quest went hard with it. The thing is, I was multitasking at work just to finish this quest today, and you best bet I'll still be too busy to actually talk about the GOATED lore. I could make a lore post at a later date, but for now, that takes too much time (coz I double check stuff), so I decided to just talk about the character I'm passionate about. Gushing about Kaeya? That comes easy because it's from the heart. Here's the Kaeya thoughts for GI 5.6 Paralogism:

Kaeya would have been a great lawyer confirmed...HAD THEY ALL NOT HAVE BEEN ACTING THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME

THE ENTIRE LEADING OFFICERS OF THE KOF + VENTI AND DAHLIA. PLANNING ALL OF THIS FOR THE PAST 6 MONTHS WITHOUT US REALIZING. THATS CRAZY

Kaeya planned for Hertha to be the one replaced by a fake btw...what next? did he write the script too?! OTL

and mind you, Vile, his most notable informant, was just out there in the streets while Mond was getting attacked...did she get caught up in a bad time or...

segway before I go back to Kaeya, but Mondstadt is stacked with powerhouses. They were all chill. They have a Klee and a Noelle (and a Lisa, and a Diluc-) *shrugs*

speaking of, Diluc did it again. An abyss creature tried to hurt Kaeya, but Diluc just charges out of nowhere to protect him. Kaeya was the most chill person ever in this entire quest, I'm not even kidding (but the pun is very intended). Even the way he stood! IT WAS CHILL AF because his "enthusiastic civilian" companion is there to slam his claymore before Kaeya could even blink

Corrupted(? poisoned? fake?) Donna you will be missed, I wish hoyo gave you the opportunity to sing more melodies about Kaeya's beauty. If we had a nickel every time someone canonically gets a crush on Kaeya...

Kaeya is so pretty this entire quest btw. I see him daily, but his aura in the courtroom is *chefs kiss*. I think it's the serious energy he had kept the entire trial that made me go "whoah"

By the way, the fact that Diluc wasn't even in on it at first, but figured it out on the first trial, not because the fakes were acting out of character, but because... *squints* Kaeya wasn't nervous??? huh??

Diluc. Diluc, darling, hold my hand for a moment now. Mr. Ragnvindr, I theorized that Kaeya has anxiety on the reg. I even posted it an HC fic some time ago about it...are you telling me...KAEYA MIGHT ACTUALLY BE AN ANXIOUS PERSON? THE SOFT, UNSURE VOICE FROM VELURIYAM MIRAGE IS FAR MORE COMMON (probably in the past) THAN WE THOUGHT?

Also, Kaeya and Diluc's relationship seemed to have improved again because they are spending windblume together! Kaeya looks so animated as he chatted with Diluc on their way out of Mondstadt's gates (assuming they will be going to Dawn Winery to celebrate? 🥺). Lowkey reminded me of an excited kid

Cute new factoid! He is the captain of the 9th Company. Gonna utilize that somewhere somehow. (btw i am also shocked that Mond kept 7 captains in Mondstadt? Where are the other 3? With Varka I hope?)

Just realized the quest is called Paralogism because Mond deceived our asses the same way the fakes also deceived our asses. It was a festival of deception 😤 THEY DIDNT REALLY NEED US BY THE WAY. WE WERE JUST A BONUS. MOND CONTINUES TO BE ABLE TO HANDLE THEMSELVES JUST FINE. THEIR ARCHON CAN USE WIND AS A WALKIE-TALKIE CMON NOW.

one more thing, but Albedo and Venti being worried about the truth about Albedo being Rhinedottir's son because the people could lose trust in him... I just pictured what would happen to Kaeya if it were his secret that got out... the angst potential in that...

Aaaand that is all for now. Mind you, I absolutely enjoyed Natlan (the 2nd AQ is impressive, and the world quest is, dare I say, the best one I've ever done), but DAMN did I genuinely miss Mondstadt. I missed it so much that I cried for a bit after seeing the announcement that the 5.6 AQ is for Mondstadt. It really is my home, and my heart feels lighter now that I was able to go back and see how the nation that welcomed me continues to thrive. I know this peace isn't forever for Mondstadt, knowing how they put all the characters with sus and interesting lore there (and the land itself is curious), but for now, I get to see the characters that introduced me to the game living their lives and having fun, and some visibly healing from their past issues.

[tacobacoyeet]

More dilf Patrick!! Pls!!!🤭🤭🤭

i am sorry it took me so long to get to this. i have been thinking So Much. there is smut MDNI!!!!! also i did not proof this at all i was quite literally just yapping

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hear me out: he’s wearing those old ass shorts. you know the ones. frayed at the bottom, loose at the thigh, hanging low enough to hint at the curve of his hipbone. and they have a hole. somewhere vaguely obscene. and he will not throw them out. “they’ve got history,” he says. yeah. so does the roman empire. let it die.

he also has a mug that says "best dad" in comic sans and he drinks his coffee black out of it like it’s some kind of war ration?? always finishes the last two bites of your food. carries cheez-its and specifically the tangy great value fruit smiles in his hoodie pocket and forgets they’re there until bedtime.

and then there’s the dad stuff that just—does something to you. the way he crouches to tie tiny shoes and mutters “double knot for safety” with his brows furrowed like a surgeon. the way he lifts the kid one-armed onto his hip and groans like he just deadlifted 200 pounds. the way he kisses their head and says “you good, champ?” and then walks around the grocery store like that for twenty minutes. like it’s nothing. like he wasn’t once a world-class athlete. now he’s just a dad with a half-eaten granola bar in his back pocket and spit-up on his collar.

and you shouldn’t want him more now. but you do. so badly it’s stupid.

he gets the mail barefoot in the rain. does bath time with a towel wrapped around his shoulders like a cape. makes grilled cheeses with the baby strapped to his chest and sings off-key lullabies to a beat that doesn’t exist. he reads bedtime stories in a funny voice even when he’s tired. insists on brushing their teeth "together as a team" even though it takes ten fucking years. he's always been a fan of overcomplicating things... LOL.

you catch him folding onesies in the laundry room—folding, not shoving into drawers—and you’re gone. you back into the dryer and he raises an eyebrow like “babe?” and you’re like “babe.” and then the dryer’s on and the baby monitor is quiet and he’s fucking you up against the clean whites because he’s still got it. he never lost it.

and then later he’s limping slightly, rubbing his back, saying “think i pulled something” while putting aquaphor on the baby’s butt and you’re just sitting there stunned. who is this man?????

also: sunday morning sex when the kids are at art and tashi's. slow and lazy and filthy. he lets you ride him for so long it’s almost mean. your bellies touch. your chests touch. everything is touching. and he moans like you’re doing something unspeakable just by loving him like this. just by wanting him now. like this. after all these years. after the weight and the hair and the way his back cracks when he bends to pick up a sock. you still want him. and it undoes him.

he’s yours. he’s always been yours. and now there are tiny humans sleeping in the next room with his eyes and your smile and he still looks at you like he can’t believe it.

this next section about you bring pregnant. i must admit i had to take a Break because my thoughts were a little crazy!!!! but we are up. anyway: he doesn’t just like the changes. he’s obsessed with them. stretch marks? he traces them like constellations. swelling? he kneels between your legs and kisses every inch. softness? he talks about it like it’s a fucking miracle.

you complain about feeling huge and he goes “good.” not teasing—genuinely pleased. “means you’re growing our kid. means your body’s doing its job. means you’re mine.”

sex while pregnant? his favorite. the extra sensitivity. the way your body cradles his. the need. he takes his time. checks in. holds your belly like it’s part of the rhythm. mutters things that make no sense and still make you cry. "so beautiful. fuck. how are you real?"

and after? postpartum?

when you feel like a stranger to yourself—sore and squishy and leaking and tired—he’s there. nosing at your neck while you pump. holding your hips while you cry over clothes that don’t fit. carrying you to bed when you fall asleep mid-feed.

he’s careful, but not scared. when you’re ready, he touches you like he never stopped wanting you. like the body you’re grieving is still his favorite thing in the world. maybe more so now.

he kisses your belly with so much love and admiration. groans about how soft you feel. his hands don’t leave your skin. his voice drops to a whisper. “all mine. all this—mine.”

and when you flinch or get shy? when you mutter “i don’t feel sexy” he freezes. stares at you like you’ve just insulted god. and then he fucks a correction into you because he will Never ever accept you not thinking you aren't beautiful. we already know patrick feels things deeply!!! he's crazy about you!!!

he doesn’t need you to bounce back. he needs you to stay. to let him memorize every version of you. to believe him when he says he’s never wanted anyone more.

and you start to believe it. a little. when he looks at you like that. but then he makes some fuckass comment about how his bones aren't equipped for that kind of strain anymore and you just roll your eyes and move on. small victories

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Primal (Part 5)

Summary: Tim's missing, the team makes a major breakthrough in the case and more than one secret will be unraveled. Above all else though, Beau and the reader make a life changing decision in the heat of the moment...

Primal Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!reader

Word Count: 7,700ish

Warnings: language, angst, violence, drugging, serial killers, death, kidnapping

A/N: Here's a big one for ya! 😉

Reader POV

“Motherfucker!” Beau shouted, followed with a a garbled string of curses. You looked up from the laptop in front of you in the conference room. Across the hall, Beau had ripped off his bulletproof vest and thrown it across his office, knocking his computer monitor off his desk. 

“They lost track of Tim, didn’t they,” you said when he slowly walked across the hall and opened the door. He nodded, closing his eyes.

“They must have found the airtag the second they left. Stuck it on a big rig. We checked with our local Marshals and they didn’t bring him in yet. Douglas Evans is a transfer. Six months ago. He’s claiming Tim escaped and he’s out looking and refuses to give his location. Y/N, I’m so-” 

“Don’t apologize.” You got up, pushing him out into the hall, pulling the door after you. He shook his head.

“Y/N. I promised-”

“Tim’s a big boy. And we know odds are Hunter, Douglas Evans, whatever the hell we’re calling him, isn’t going to kill Tim if they want to frame him for the murders.” You put your hands on his arms, closing your eyes. “It’s not good but Hunter clearly has a plan. If he wanted Tim dead, he’d have shot him in the parking lot. We have time to save him. So let’s figure out the plan. If you were going to frame someone, what would you do?”

“Hunter didn’t take him into the office yet though. That’d be his first move,” said Beau. You peeled open your eyes, sliding your hands down, Beau catching them in his own.

“Would it? Because Teddy and Hunter still want me dead and you can’t blame a serial killer, aka their fall guy Tim, for it if he’s in custody. Now, Tim either truly did escape which I’m not buying because he would have contacted me if he had or Hunter’s holding him somewhere until they can take care of me and blame it on Tim.”

“Hunter has to know that it won’t be that easy. My whole department knows-”

“Beau, It doesn’t matter what your department knows.” You pulled your hands away, staring up at him. “It’s what you can prove and if I’m dead, it’s conjecture. If they’ve got Tim’s DNA at other murder scenes, it doesn’t matter what anyone here says, including you. Beau, you have to start thinking about the fact that Tim’s not the only target as my eventual murderer. Hunter was probably at your house tonight, had access to things like your hairbrush, fingerprints.”

“So, frame me too in some way,” he said, your head nodding. He ran a hand over his face, breathing deeply. “So even if we find Hunter and Tim, your brother and I are probably still screwed.”

“Not if we can prove it’s a setup. We could catch Hunter in the act,” you said, Beau considering it. “If we did that, I can be Tim’s alibi. They won’t go digging too closely if I’m dead but I’m alive? When they really take a look at stuff, they’ll find out the timeline doesn’t work and he couldn’t have committed those other murders. Tonight was literally the first night in ten months we were separated. Tim and I have gone everywhere together. They need me dead for this to work.”

He sighed, a frown forming on his face. “I’m all for catching Hunter and you have proven yourself capable, sweetie. You have. But you’re not a cop and there’s no way in hell I’m putting you in jeopardy. Tim wouldn’t want that either.”

“I figured you’d say that,” you said with a smile, Beau raising an eyebrow. “While you were running around the past hour, I found a friend.”

“A…friend?” You smiled, poking your head into the conference room, waving to the omega with dark hair. “Uh, who the hell is that? That is not one of the officer’s Jenny picked for your protection team.”

“Trust me, I know,” you said, the officer coming outside with a nervous smile. “Beau this is Officer Lucy-”

“Wilde. I’m aware. She transferred from LA last week,” said Beau, crossing his arms. His green eyes narrowed on her, Lucy trying to maintain a relaxed face and failing horribly. “Why are you not out on street patrols with your partner as instructed Officer Wilde? You better have a damn good reason-”

“Because,” you cut in, Beau raising his eyebrows at you, “I know her.”

“You know her?” asked Beau, looking between you.

“Yes, I do,” you said, giving Lucy a reassuring smile. “We sat next to each other in biology freshman year of college. We were friends back in undergrad, fell out of touch when we graduated.”

“That’s nice and all but Officer Wilde you have to realize, I have to be leery of any new hires we’ve had in the past six months. Hunter clearly isn’t working alone and the fact you knew Y/N previously only makes me more suspicious of you, not less.”

“Tell him what you told me,” you said, Beau growing more agitated. 

“Y/N, go back in the conference room. Officer-”

“This happened in the eighties,” Lucy blurted out, Beau looking at her like she’d grown a second head. “I pulled cold case files and searched for similarities of our previous victims.”

“Excuse me? My office. Now. Y/N, back in the conference room.” He shoved open his door, Officer Wilde following after. Beau glared when you walked in. “Y/N, stay away from her. She could be dangerous.”

“Trust me. Please.” He was still, twitching his cheek for brief moment before he zeroed in on Wilde. 

“You are not a detective, Officer Wilde. You are a street cop who by all means, has disobeyed her direct orders.”

“Sir-”

“Why were you doing research on Hunter? It better be good,” growled Beau in a way that made you squeeze your legs together. He cleared his throat, glancing at you once, clearing scenting you. Lucy stepped forward, steadying herself. 

“Detective Hoyt mentioned the Hunter situation during my orientation last week and I thought it sounded vaguely familiar. So I’ve been poking around on my lunch breaks and found there was a case study we went over at the academy that had similar…circumstances.” She lifted her chin, Beau still sizing her up. “There were a string of unsolved deaths in the late eighties in LA, New York, Baltimore, Orlando and Boston. It was suspected to be a serial killer but no evidence was ever found to prove it was anything other than natural causes.”

“My father worked in all of those cities during that time, Beau.” You watched him look at you and Wilde, his finger raising. “Douglas Evans is too young to have been involved back then. I think Teddy killed those omegas.”

“There was a survivor,” said Wilde. Beau’s finger pointed at her, Lucy talking quicker “Although they labeled her as having a mental breakdown. Evidence pointed to her boyfriend attacking her, not someone else. She claimed a man abducted them both and injected them with something. She went into heat and he went…primal. The police laughed her off, said it wasn’t possible.”

“And the boyfriend? What’d he say?” Beau asked. Wilde shook her head.

“Police killed him when he ran. There was no way to verify her story and she ended up overdosing a few years later since she couldn’t cope.”

“So it’s just a story,” said Beau, dropping his hand. “Thank you for that Officer Wilde but I need facts, something provable. I already know Douglas Evans is Hunter and Teddy Y/L/N is very likely trying to murder his own daughter. Unless you can tell me something about where Tim Barclay might be held right now, get your ass back to work.”

“Beau,” you said, putting his hand to your neck. He reacted visibly, touching his own, breathing deeply, calming down slowly. “It’s important. It shows a pattern. Teddy killed omegas on his own all those years and then in Boston, he took this husband and wife and made the Alpha go primal. Now, Hunter has been killing omegas on his own and those guys with him? Maybe he turned them primal so he had more muscle. Maybe Teddy taught Hunter and he’s like a protege.”

“Yes but how does that help us find Hunter?” You looked at Officer Wilde, her back straightening. She glanced down, taking a moment to answer.

“Because logically we know based on the story, if Hunter is Teddy’s student, then Hunter most likely intends on turning Barclay primal and having him go after Y/N which will be irrefutable evidence.” You swallowed, Lucy finding your hand, giving it a squeeze. 

God, you wish you hadn’t fallen out of touch with her. Wished you were meeting up like a pair of normal people for lunch and to catch up, not talking about the fact a serial killer had your brother and was going to do something awful to him. 

“In theory, once an Alpha goes primal, they can’t go back,” she said. “Tim probably wouldn’t be able to make a legal case for himself as he’d likely admit his hatred for omegas and he’d ultimately be screwed, sir.” 

Beau nodded, giving you a forlorn look. “If Tim’s been turned primal, Y/N, it’s most likely already too late for him. He’ll probably try to mate or kill every omega he crosses paths with. They used to outright kill them back in the day for a reason.” 

“I know,” you said quietly. “So let’s draw Hunter out before that happens. Let Officer Wilde go undercover as me. Get Hunter to make a mistake and his greed to have Tim kill me be his downfall.”

All three of your heads turned when there was a flurry of footsteps down the hall, someone poking their head in. “Barclay called 911, said he got away from Hunter’s crew and is on his way here.”

A car screeched out front, your heart breathing a sigh of relief as you caught his bruised face outside Beau’s window. You rushed out of the room, jogging outside to the front of the station, a number of officers out there already. 

“Barclay?” called Beau as Tim held his side, sporting a frown. 

“You gonna stand there looking pretty or help me, Beau. Pretty sure I broke a few ribs,” he said. He smelled just like himself, only hurt if anything else. You ran over to him, Tim slumping against you. “You have no idea how glad I am to see you.”

“Me too,” you said, giving him a gentle side hug as a sharp prickling scent filled your nose. Your eyes drifted over to where Beau’s scent was fierce, burning with worry almost. Beau’s eyes went wide, his body already moving.

“Y/N, get away him!” You went airborne, landing hard on your back, the cold pavement below knocking the wind of out you. Tim’s eyes were nearly black when you saw them staring down at you. There was the gentlest scrape against the column of your neck, the side of your neck without your gland, before his weight was gone. You rolled to your side, Beau’s arms wrapped tight around a snarling Tim, other officers rushing past in the background.

“No! Y/N!” he spat, your body jerking away when Tim reached for you. He got a hand on your ankle, Beau having to kick his hand away. “Y/N!”

“He’s primal! Everyone but Alpha’s stay back!” shouted Beau as more officers came over, Tim doing everything in his power to break free, his face contorted in hatred as he stared you down. 

“Inside,” said Jenny, pulling you up by the arm, shoving you backwards into Wilde’s chest. “Now!”

“Y/N get back here!” snarled Tim as Jenny dragged you behind her, every lurch of Tim’s body making you flinch. Your head was swimming as you were guided back inside, sitting you down on Beau’s couch after a moment. 

No. Tim hadn’t turned Primal. The man spent his entire life devoted to protecting you. There was no way he’d just…no. You hadn’t lost him. You refused to accept it.

“Lucy,” you said quietly, getting to shaky feet, flinching when you could hear Tim and Beau shouting at each other outside. She nodded, grabbing your hands. “There has to be a way to turn off the primal in him. Is there anything, anything, you found about that couple that was attacked and the Alpha that was turned primal?”

She sighed. “The only thing was he was running away from his omega when the cops showed up which seemed strange. Primal Alphas once they lock in on an omega, they always go to them. Always.”

You nodded, biting your bottom lip. “Tim said Beau out there. That’s how Beau knew Tim wasn’t himself. Tim always calls him Barlen,” you said, going over to Beau’s discarded bulletproof vest on the ground and picking it up. “He was warning us.”

“Y/N. He attacked you,” she said softly.

“No. He said Beau to warn us. He had time to bite my gland but instead he went to the wrong side of my neck to give Beau a shot. My brother’s still in there and he is fighting like hell. We aren’t giving up on him,” you said, lifting the vest over your head, pulling the sides taught. “We think Primal Alphas lock in on their chosen omega?” She nodded. “Well he can’t have me and I’m going to go prove it to him.”

“Y/N, what are you doing?” she asked when you walked out of Beau’s office, people in the bullpen standing from their desks. Jenny looked up from a computer, fury in her eyes.

“Get your ass back-” You drew the gun that was still on your hip, Jenny frowning. “You wouldn’t shoot me.”

“I wouldn’t kill you. Shoot you, now that I’d do. Now let me go save my brother.” She grumbled, letting you pass. You ran outside as fast as you could, Tim’s loud snarl reverberating down your spine when he caught your scent.

“Y/N! What the fuck are you doing! Get back inside!” Beau shouted as you ran to him and where six Alphas were working on restraining Tim.

“You want to be my damn Alpha, Barclay?” you said to Tim, his eyes wild. “Too fucking bad because I’m taken.”

You turned to Beau, grabbing him by the back of the neck, his whole body rigid.

“Y/N. You want to…” he trailed off as you nodded.

“I know you wanted to do this differently but if you claim me right now, right in front of him, and he knows he can’t have me anymore, there’s a chance it might save him. I don’t know. I don’t know Beau. It’s the only idea I have. I can’t ask you to do this for me.”

“You don’t have to ask.” You were vaguely aware of the guttural scream that tore through the air as his teeth sank into your bonding gland. Flashes of heat and pain and pleasure rippled across your skin, a thudding boom echoing through your chest that seemed to last and last. You were shaking as you and Beau fell to your knees together, his teeth pulling back, replaced with a soft kitten kiss over the fresh mark in your skin. Your head turned, Beau bringing his lips up to yours, meeting them with a slow, sensual kiss that had you forgetting you were in a parking lot with about eight other people.

“Sir!” You and Beau both growled at the interruption of your bonding, the annoyance quickly washing away as you saw Tim laying on the ground breathing hard but no longer struggling.

“Tim?” His eyes were closed, a flushness leaving his skin as his scent started to calm.

“Give him every damn dose of Rutcan we have in the place,” said Beau, a spray nozzle already under Tim’s nose. He winced as he was forced to inhale it, his eyes flashing open wide. Beau kept his body in front of yours as another does was forced on Tim, your head peeking around him. “Barclay?”

Tim lazily turned his head, staring over at you both. “Did you just fucking claim my sister, Barlen? In a parking lot? The fuck kind of Alpha are you? And why the fuck am I in cuffs!” You smiled, Beau chuckling, hugging you hard.

“Your sister’s being Sarah Connor again and saving your ass. Smart, smart woman,” said Beau, kissing your temple. Tim just shook his head, his face going blank. “Barclay? You okay bud?”

“I don’t feel good,” he said, closing his eyes, the officers looking to Beau. 

“Get him to the hospital asap and do not leave him unrestrained until we get the clear. You six keep an eye on him.” 

“Y/N,” Tim groaned, your body turning towards him, still wrapped up under the warm cozy layer of Beau’s scent. “M’sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, wanting to go to him but Beau keeping a hold on you. “Just get better, that’s all I want right now.” 

He nodded slowly, Beau giving a few more orders before walking back into the station with you, practically slamming straight into Jenny in the foyer. 

“You!” she glowered, pointing a finger straight in your face. “I should fucking arrest you-”

“Stand down, Hoyt,” he said, interlacing your fingers. 

“She pulled a gun on me!”

“I imagine you got in her way then,” he said. Your jaw dropped, Beau leading you back to his office. He quickly shut the door and locked it, pulling the blinds down with a groan. 

“Jenny’s right you know. She was just following your orders.” You smiled when Beau shrugged. “Dude.”

“And she could have come after you if she really wanted to but she didn’t,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling your body flush to his. “Why the hell did you put on my bulletproof vest? You thought you didn’t look hot enough in your normal clothes?”

“You mean your jacket?” He grinned, something boyish about it that made you smirk.

“You do have a tendency to be wearing my stuff when you’re being a badass, just saying.” You punched his arm lightly, smiling up at him.

“I figured if it didn’t work, it’d piss him off and if he got free somehow, it was a tiny bit of protection. Honestly, I wasn’t really thinking. I just know he’d never give up on me and I couldn’t do nothing. I don’t even know if it worked in the long run. How do we know it’s not temporary or-” He pressed his lips to yours, capturing them in a slow, calming kiss. There was no frantic energy, no sense of an Alpha wanting his newly claimed Omega. No, this was…gentle. Sweet. His hands holding your cheeks, silently telling your body to take it easy. 

Your mouths parted slowly, Beau’s green eyes kind as you stared into them.

“We’ll get him to the hospital and keep him safe while they figure out how to make sure he’s alright for good. Don’t worry about him or Jenny or even Hunter. I got you.”

“Beau, I made you claim me to help him,” you whispered. “I shouldn't have done that. We were going to wait.”

“You didn’t make me do anything, Y/N. I made a choice. So what if we’re doing this all backwards? I’m divorced with a kid. Serial killers apparently love you. We were never traditional.” You felt yourself smile despite the worry in your gut. He kissed your temple, giving you a deep hug. “A few days from now, when this has all quieted down, I’m going to make you dinner.”

“Your house is a crime scene.”

“I will take you out to dinner then,” he corrected, tucking your hair behind your ear, tilting his head at you. “We’re going to go on a date and another one and another one and if we find out we can’t stand each other, then we’ll go through un-claiming.”

“You’ve been through it before with your ex,” you said quietly. He hummed. “Does it hurt as much as they say?”

He paused, nodding once. “It’s not fun but I’m not worried about it happening with us. You feel…different than Carla did,” he said, tracing his hand over your gently throbbing mark. You turned into the touch without meaning to, Beau smiling. “Now stop making out with the boss and go work with Officer Wilde on figuring out why Teddy wants you dead. Apparently the omegas are the only ones capable of making breaks in this case while us Alphas are walking around like a pack of idiots.”

“You’re not an idiot…” You trailed off and took a step back, looking around the room. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, following you over to where a picture of all the officers at the station hung on the wall. You pointed at it, Beau taking it off the wall, setting it atop his desk. “This is from about six months ago. Officer Wilde is our only new staff member since then. What are you thinking?”

“You just said it yourself. You and my brother are smart. Jenny’s smart. You got a whole office full of smart Alphas. So why are me and Lucy the only ones that have picked up on the link to the cold cases? Surely someone on your team would have caught that.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow beside the fact the Alphas are acting like morons,” he said, watching you tap your finger to the yellow banner at the top of the picture. “Y/N. What?”

“Helena Inter-Departmental Training Seminar. This looks like most of the office was at this thing, right?” He nodded.

“We went to a skeleton crew that day. Left some of the newer officers behind to man the ship. Most law enforcement offices around here do that.”

“Who else was at this thing? The Marshals?”

“Them, FBI, County PD, state troopers…why?” 

“Just entertain me,” you said, sliding around behind him to sit at his desk. He put in his password at the computer, leaning over the back of his chair as he told you what program to open to search the database. “Now Lucy searched Boston cold case and…no results.”

“Okay?” You spun, looking up at him with a smile. “Why are you happy about that?”

“Because Lucy didn’t work here six months ago. Because on her computer she gets results for that search.”

“Someone fucked with our computers,” he said, standing up straighter. “The day we were all out of office at training. Motherfucker, no wonder we couldn’t find shit for so long.”

He unlocked his door, popping into the cubicle next door where an admin sat. 

“Molly, when’s the last time we had IT in here? Something big, like an update all the computers big.” She raised an eyebrow as she typed on her computer, glancing down at the results after a moment. 

“Looks like March-”

“18th?” She nodded, Beau flashing his eyes wide. “Fuck. That was the day of the training. We’ve been fucked this whole time.”

“You could check security, see if you caught him on tape?” you said. Beau went off to investigate while you returned to the conference room. He took his time coming back, shaking his head when he popped his head in. 

“Good news is we know the problem,” he sighed. “Bad news, the entire department needs new computers and we don’t know which agencies we can trust to get us those. Officer Wilde’s is the only one without whatever block or virus on it in the whole station,” said Beau. She was about to relinquish it when he shook his head. “No. You’re doing good work, Wilde. You two keep researching together. The rest of us don’t need files to do a manhunt.”

“Good because we found something even weirder,” you said, hopping out of your chair, going to the white board where two officers, Travis and Viv, were finishing writing down the previous vic profiles. 

Beau took a seat, sipping on a cup of coffee while you picked up a black whiteboard marker.

“Trav, name of the earliest victim we could find with the whole suspicious natural cause death,” you said.

“Tina Paxton. ‘78. LA. Cause of death heart attack after failed attempts to contain a heat. Doctors ruled the death suspicious but no suspects were ever identified.”

“Teddy went to USC from ‘76 to ‘80. Math checks there,” you said, turning back. “Viv, earliest victim in New York. Year only.”

“‘83.”

“Teddy worked for NYPD ‘82 to ‘85,” you said, jotting it down. “Match checks again. Anybody join in. Earliest for Baltimore? Orlando?”

“‘86 and ‘89 respectively.”

You hummed, writing more. “‘85 to ‘87 Teddy worked out of the Baltimore office before transferring to a warmer climate in ‘88. And finally Boston. First victim.”

“‘90.” You spun around after writing it down, plopping the cap back on the marker.

“Correct. Teddy moved to Boston in ‘89 where he got a job at the Boston field office and has since worked to this day. Math checks again. But we’re also all wrong,” you said, the officers sharing looks. “During the summer of 1984, Teddy took a special assignment for three months in Boston in which he shadowed a Detective Brock and assisted him when his partner fell ill.”

“That’s not in the files anywhere,” said Lucy with a frown. 

“Nope,” you said, lifting your chin, dotting a line down on the board, writing more. “Because Teddy officially worked for the NYPD back then. No one would know that he was in Boston back then except for me who had to listen to his stories growing up,” you said, drawing on the board. “Now, when was Tim Barclay born?”

“Oh god, don’t tell me Teddy’s Tim’s father,” said Beau, making a face. You shook your head as she rattled off the date.

“1979,” you said, drawing a big circle around it. “Tim’s mom walked out on him when he was nearly four years old. Lucy, what’s the date listed on the missing persons report filed by her co-workers?”

Beau leaned forward in his chair. “Uh, July 14th, 1984.”

“And where did she work?” you asked, clasping your hand behind your back, Beau watching you carefully.

“A diner. Macy’s Diner?”

“Macy’s Diner,” you said, smirking at Beau, his eyebrows raising. “They serve a hell of a burger according to my father. I’ve been there myself a few times.”

Beau sighed, holding up a finger. “Y/N, I see where you’re going and that’s a leap. You think Teddy killed Tim’s mother? How do you know she didn’t actually walk out?”

“Because Tim’s biological father is a piece of human garbage and Tim never found a trace of her in the past twenty something years he’s been looking.”

“Y/N-”

“Lucy, show Beau a picture of Detective Brock.” Her eyes went wide, slowly turning the computer, the other officers and Beau’s matching.

“Detective Brock…Barclay? God, he looks just like Tim,” said Beau quietly. “Teddy worked with Tim’s father?”

You hummed, crossing your arms. “Really weird that my dad never mentioned that fact to me or Tim, isn’t it? My father, the guy who knows the movements of a suspected serial killer. My dad who’s movements match a serial killer in the eighties. I never put it together because he never mentioned a last name for the detective he worked with on special assignment but when we started digging about who Teddy worked with, well that name and the face was pretty jarring.”

“You think Teddy killed Tim’s mother?” You nodded. “It’s circumstantial.”

“But odds are Teddy did it and Brock is the one who asked him to do it to cover his ass. Who just leaves their child like that? Brock Barclay is still alive. He’s in his late seventies but he’s alive. I think we should question him.”

“You think he’d admit to having his wife killed?”

“I think Brock Barclay lives in an assisted living community in Seattle, Washington, exactly the place you have an officer you can trust right now.” Beau looked at the table, scratching his head. “Yes, it’s circumstantial. This whole damn thing is. But it’s too much of a coincidence to not mean something.”

“I’m not sending the officer I have in Seattle with Emily to do this.” You sighed, crossing your arms. “I can’t spare anyone and we don’t know how far this goes.”

“Beau-”

“Which is why you and Officer Wilde are going to Seattle to interview Brock.” You raised your eyebrows, fighting back a smile when he frowned. “I ain’t happy about it, believe me.”

“Sir, she’s not an officer,” said Lucy. Beau nodded as he stood.

“No, she is not. She’s a consultant on this case and she’ll be under your protection in the field. I won’t say no to the added benefit of getting Y/N out of town either.” You bit your bottom lip, Beau raising his chin. “I expect a confession from Brock Barclay for the murder of his wife for the amount of tax dollars we’re about to spend.”

“How are we getting there?”

“Let me worry about that.”

“And I thought my red eye from Phoenix to Philly when I was in college was bad,” you grumbled at three in the morning. You adjusted your backpack on your shoulders as you and Lucy followed a soldier down the loading door of a large military plane at some airport or base or something in Seattle. “How the hell did Beau pull this?”

“Mr. Arlen was partners in Texas with one of our commander’s old company buddies. We look out for our friends,” he said, handing a card to Lucy. “If either of you need anything while in town, please don’t hesitate to call.”

After he pointed the way towards the parking lot, you found a car waiting for you to use. You both dropped your bags in the trunk before getting inside. 

“You okay?” she asked when you checked your phone. There were a few texts from Beau. 

They’d identified the two other men with Hunter aka Douglas Evans. They’d both gone missing in town over two weeks ago from Stormy’s Bar. No luck on finding Hunter yet. Tim was at the hospital resting and recovering. Your idea about mating was old school, something done back before medicine was much of a thing but the doctors were confident it had worked and Tim was no longer Primal. To be on the safe side, they were flushing his system and keeping him restrained until he’d gone through a full cycle along with some hormone balancers. Beyond that, he had a hard time remembering anything beyond being in a warehouse.

You smiled at Beau’s very last message.

How much would I have to pay you to stay out in Seattle until this dies down? I bribe very well. Just ask Emily.

“I’m okay, Luce,” you said, shooting off a quick message that you’d landed. “Coffee and then let’s go pay this bastard a visit.”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“So?” you said, Lucy rolling her eyes. “Dibs on being bad cop.”

“Big shocker there.”

Beau POV

I yawned as the sun rose outside the hospital around six or so. My head popped up from my phone when a door slammed. A very disgruntled Tim walked out in a gown and hospital socks, my eyebrows raising.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” I said, tossing a backpack at him. “Sorry about taking your clothes. Evidence.”

“Whatever,” he said, climbing into the backseat of my truck. A minute later he exited in my clothes, shrugging on a thick olive green jacket I used for yard work in the fall. “You hear anything from Y/N?”

“Not yet. Lucy texted about an hour ago they were about to head in to question the person of interest,” I said. Tim snatched my phone from my hands, crossing his arms. “Well, now I know you’re just being an ass right now because they already flushed every bit of Alpha shit out of you. Ever hear of manners?”

“Tell me who she’s talking to because fifteen minutes ago it was to question someone who might have information and now it’s a person of interest. I damn know well you wouldn’t send her to go talk to a suspect so who the hell is Y/N talking to?”

“May I have my phone back?” He grumbled but returned it. I put it in my pocket, taking a step back from him. “Brock Barclay.”

His eyebrows shot up, genuine confusion crossing his face. “My dad? Why the fuck is she out there talking to him? She’s never even…what the fuck, Barlen?”

“Y/N seems to think he has an idea of why Teddy wants her dead.”

“Why would he know that?” Fuck. There was no way to do this gently. Blunt honesty it was.

“Because your father’s worked together during the summer of ‘84. Y/N has a working theory Teddy killed your mother and Brock was aware.” Tim stared at me, shaking his head.

“No. No, my mother left because...she wasn’t…” He stared off into the distance, looking at something that wasn’t there. He kept shaking his head, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“We have no evidence but the fact Teddy never told you or Y/N that he knew your father lends a degree of credibility to the idea,” I said quietly, Tim walking away over to a tree, slipping around behind it. “Tim.”

He was silent. I frowned, walking over after a beat. He sat on the ground, head in his hands, tugging hard on his hair.

I sat next to him, gently pushing his hands away from the strands. “Hey. S’just an idea. Doesn’t mean anything.”

“She left,” he said, forcing his head up, unshed tears in his eyes. He frowned, fighting back the wobble in his chin. “My dad didn’t kill her.”

“Tim-”

“I found her,” he spit out. I froze, Tim closing his eyes. “It was about five years ago. It took a long time but I'd finally found her. She’d changed her name, changed her hair color. I set up a meet. She finally agreed after a few months. Turns out, she didn’t leave Brock because he was abusive. She left because she didn’t want me. She didn’t want to be a mother. The real kicker? Now she’s married and has two kids in their thirties she fucking adores. Even showed me pictures of her newborn grandkid.”

“Tim,” I said quietly, his head shaking. 

“My father hated me for making her leave. Only I got the shit. Only I got to know the evil side of him. He blamed me, a fucking toddler. Brock did not murder my mother.”

“Does Y/N know?” He shook his head.

“I never told her. I was ashamed what I found out,” he said, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “I could have accepted it if my mother didn’t want kids but no, she just didn’t want me. How the hell was I supposed to tell Y/N even my own mother couldn’t love me?”

I slapped my phone in his hand, Tim staring at me.

“First off, you’re an idiot. A massive, monumental idiot. I used to be an idiot too so we’re gonna work on that someday but right now you need to call Y/N and tell her all that because my gut says Brock still knows something Teddy doesn’t want us to know.”

Tim tapped on the phone, wiping his face off steadying himself. He typed in her number, his finger over the green button but paused. “Beau.”

I frowned, a pit forming in my gut. “You called me by my name, that’s not a good sign.” Tim stood up, yanking my arm. “What?”

“The blood they took from Y/N when she came in earlier tonight. Where is it kept?”

“Uh, the lab here probably. They wanted to do research-” He started to run back towards the hospital, pulling me with him. “Barclay, what do you need with her blood?”

“I’m thirteen years older than Y/N.”

“Congratufuckinglations. What does that have to do with anything?” I asked. Tim rolled his eyes, dragging me along.

“When I was twelve, my father dated a married woman. He did that a lot growing up but he dated this one particular woman while her husband was away at work conferences. Brock said he knew the man from when they worked together and that he’d kill us both if he ever found out so I better keep my mouth shut. Said he was a son of a bitch.”

“What-”

“Her husband was a damn Marshal, Beau. In Boston.” 

“Oh god,” I breathed out. “You think you and Y/N could be…actual…”

“We need to test that blood now because if I’m right…and Teddy is not her biological father and he found out-”

“No better way for the omega hating son of a bitch to punish his cheating wife than by killing Y/N.” We ran into the building, Tim on my tail as I jogged past the front desk, back towards Dr. Olson’s office.

“Is something wrong?” asked a nurse that’d been in with Tim earlier tonight. 

“Doc Olson. Now,” we both said. She rushed off the opposite direction, pulling him out of a patient room. He gave Tim a once over, his lips pursed. 

“Everything alright, Mr. Barclay?” he asked, Tim holding up a hand.

“We need you to do a blood test against me and Y/N to see if we’re related.” He seemed like he was going to make a comment but shook his head.

“I’ve seen enough shit tonight than to know better than to ask. I’m assuming you need the results as soon as possible?” We both nodded. “Stacy, take a blood sample from Mr. Barclay and get it down to the lab. Move the test to the front of the line. I want these gentlemen to have their results asap.”

“Thanks doc,” I said, Stacy leading Tim into a nearby empty room. 

“Honestly sheriff, the sooner I get y’all out of my hospital the better if you get my drift.” 

“Trust me, I’d love to get the hell out of here too.” I watched through the window as Tim had his arm tied off. I shot off a text to Y/N, getting a call back immediately. I closed my eyes, forcing a smile on my face. “Good morning, dear-”

“Put him on the phone, Arlen,” she said sharply. I quickly entered the room, handing it to Tim as Stacy stuck a bandage on his arm and carried away a few vials of blood. 

“Y/N would like to say good morning.” He glared, taking the phone, hitting it on speaker.

“Hi-”

“Timothy Andrew Barclay, why the hell didn’t you tell me about your mother! Why the fuck would you hide that from me!” 

“Are you mad about the whole us possibly being related thing too?” he asked quietly. Y/N breathed heavily, a tiny growl heard at the end. “Listen, I’m sorry for lying. I’m sorry for making you waste a trip out to Seattle. I’m sorry for attacking you earlier. I’m just…fucking sorry.”

“Are you okay?” she asked after a beat. I expected him to roll his eyes and shrug, tell her he was fine. He sat still though, fiddling with the bandage on his arm.

“I’m sorry if we are related you got stuck with me.” She sighed, Tim’s body tense. “Y/N-”

“Listen to me you gigantic moron. God, I want to strangle you right now.” Tim looked at me, my hands going up that I wasn’t getting involved. "I do not give a shit what some test says if we’re related or not. It changes nothing about you and me. You are always going to be my fucking neanderthal moronic idiot brother…and I need to know that you are okay cause last time I saw you you weren’t so talk to me.” I smiled, Tim’s gaze lowering to the ground. I kicked his foot, Tim sighing.

“I feel pretty shitty about nearly tearing your jugular out earlier and that people want you dead but besides that I’m peachy. I could go for a breakfast sandwich while we’re at it.”

“Can you do me a favor?” she asked, Tim straightening up. “Can you call up guinness world records and let them know of this momentous day where I did not have to drag an answer out of you for once in your damn life?”

He smiled shyly, chuckling to himself. “Always got to be a brat.”

“Naturally. Beau are you still there?” I hummed. “Now if we assume Brock is my father and that’s why Teddy wants me dead, what’s our next move? Should Lucy and I question him about my mom? We have to wait until the place opens in another hour.”

“We could talk to Y/N’s mother first, then see…” I trailed off, Tim shaking his head. “No go on talking to Y/N’s mom?”

“My dad said he put her into wit sec. She talked to us the day before we left Boston and said she was settling in,” said Y/N.

“And you two didn’t find that suspicious that she went in and you two didn’t?” I asked. 

“Of course we did but Y/N’s mom has a few medical conditions. She can’t be on the road and move fast like we could. It was still risky but safer than being with us when she wouldn’t have access to doctors or medicine,” said Tim. 

“Is your mother omega?” I asked. Tim frowned, Y/N pausing.

“Alpha…” Y/N responded. “Why?”

Tim cocked his head, rising to his feet as I held up my hands. “Barlen, she went into wit sec. She said so herself.”

“Do you know that for sure?” I asked. Tim muttered under his breath. “Y/N. You and Lucy question Brock about his affair back in the day. Try to sus out if it was your mom he had it with and any shit he might have on Teddy. Timothy and I need to see where the hell your mom is.”

“What about Hunter and his goons running around?” asked Tim. An idea popped into my head, Tim eyeing me wearily. “Oh god. I’m not going to like this am I.”

“What are you guys talking about?” asked Y/N. I swiped the phone, turning it off speaker. 

“Be safe, honey. Give us a call when you’re done with Brock.” We hung up, Tim following me towards the elevators, crossing his arms as we waited for it to arrive. 

“You want me to pretend to still be Primal in the hopes Hunter picks me up again. Don’t you.”

“Not just a pretty face, aren’t ya, Barclay?” I teased. “Did you know this hospital is hooked up with the university?” I asked, slipping in through the doors, Tim groaning when I hit the button to go down to the basement.

“Why do I feel like we’re going to the morgue,” he moaned. I grinned, Tim giving me his best bitch face. “We’re getting a dead body and pretending it’s Y/N, aren’t we.”

“Nope.” We exited into a quiet hallway, Tim leading the way down a long corridor. “I meant to ask, how’d you get Y/N out of here earlier tonight? With that whole morgue trick?”

“Came in a side entrance. Went to the basement. Stole scrubs from the laundry room. Found her in the ER. Tossed a sheet over her. People don’t tend to want to look at dead bodies unless it’s your annoyingly thorough officers.” 

“How opposed are you to body bags?” Tim stopped walking, making a face akin to a child eating asparagus for the first time. I only grinned and patted his cheek. “You’re too easy to fuck with, Barclay.”

“What the hell does she see in you,” he mumbled, following me down to hang out just outside the morgue where a doctor was inside with a body. “Why are we here?”

“Because you were in the morgue earlier tonight.”

“Yeah and?” Beau smirked.

“So where the hell was the coroner during that time?” Tim’s gaze flittered over to the glass, watching the coroner work on a body. “One of the men we identified as helping Hunter was Maxwell Bittel. Our very own previously missing hospital coroner over there.”

Tim grabbed my arm, dragging me around a corner, eyes wide. “I can’t go in undercover cold! I need comms, gps, a team-”

“There’s an air tag in the insole of the boots you’re wearing. I was smarter this time, I promise. There’s a brand new burner phone in the inner zip pocket of your jacket. And as far as my entire department knows, you are still Primal. The only people that know you aren’t are me, Y/N and Officer Wilde.”

“Who the hell is Officer Wilde?” I rolled my eyes.

“She moved here after the fact and Y/N knows her from college. It doesn’t matter.” 

“Couldn’t she be incredibly dangerous for Y/N then? What if Teddy recruited her?” 

“As far as we’re all aware, Teddy was a loving, if not somewhat absent father to Y/N right up until a few weeks before he told you two to skip town, right? Officer Wilde had absolutely zero contact with him or anyone from the Marshals during that time. Plus she’s omega and so far, he only goes after other Alphas to help him.”

“If she betrays Y/N-”

“You’ll kill me, I know-”

“It’ll break me if she dies and as your mate, it’ll probably break you too. We can’t let that happen, Arlen.” He zipped up his jacket, throwing up his hood. “Tell me what you need me to do.”

“I’m gonna need you to let me punch you in the face.”

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A/N: Read Part 6 here!

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Seeing Red

Part 13 - New Roots

jenna ortega x fem!reader apocalypse au

summary: they tend to the garden and bid goodbye to the previous owners

warnings: enemies to lovers, typical apocalypse stuff, violence, blood, zombies, gore, some angst, some fluff, alcohol consumption

AN: this one might get sad idk

word count: 4.4k

Part 12

—//—

You woke to the sound of snoring.

Not the light, human kind of snore either - but something closer to a sputtering engine mixed with a wet rasp.

You blinked blearily into the golden light filtering through the cracked curtains.

The dog was sprawled full-length across you and Jenna, his giant body half-crushing your legs, tongue lolling messily out of the side of his mouth. One of his back paws kicked softly in his sleep, toes twitching like he was chasing rabbits in his dreams.

You shifted slightly under his weight, groaning low.

Jenna grunted from somewhere under his other paw, pushing at his bulk uselessly with her hand.

“God, he’s heavy,” she mumbled into the pillow.

You tried to wiggle free, succeeding only in jostling him enough that his tail flopped onto your chest like a dead weight.

You laughed softly, careful not to wake him completely. "Well, he's definitely ours now."

Jenna opened one bleary eye, fixing you with a look. “You say that like we had a choice.”

You grinned and rubbed behind the dog's ear, feeling the soft rumble of his contented snores under your palm. He was warm, solid, a living, breathing miracle in a world where miracles felt few and far between.

Eventually, you managed to untangle yourselves without waking him fully. He just shifted with a grunt and rolled into the warm dent you left behind, snuggling deeper into the blankets.

You and Jenna tiptoed through the quiet villa, stretching out sore muscles and exchanging sleepy smiles.

The morning felt lazy and slow, the kind of peace that was rare enough to be sacred.

You fed the dog - after checking the house thoroughly - filling his bowl with kibble and fresh water, smiling as he barrelled into the kitchen like a freight train the second he smelled it. His tail wagged so hard it rattled a stack of empty bowls on the counter.

Breakfast for you and Jenna was simpler - leftover bread toasted over a small gas burner, spread with peanut butter and the last of the honey you’d found in the pantry. You ate perched on the kitchen counters, legs dangling, quietly planning the day ahead.

“We should stay put for a while,” Jenna said, licking honey from her thumb. “Until you’re back to full strength.”

You nodded, grateful she’d said it first. Even though you were healing, your body still ached in deep, exhausting ways you couldn’t always hide. You felt guilty about it though, feeling like you're slowing down progress. Then again - you had time to build the future.

"Besides," Jenna continued, nudging your knee with hers, "we’ve got enough to do around here."

You raised your mug of lukewarm tea in a mock salute. “Operation Revive the Apocalypse Farm?”

Jenna smirked. "You got it, boss."

You drained the last of your tea and hopped off the counter, wiping your hands on your pants. "Come on. Let's get dirty."

-

The garage was a treasure trove.

Dust coated everything, but beneath it all, you found exactly what you needed: spades, rakes, trowels, shears, and of course - the somewhat worn wheelbarrow that was thankfully still functional.

You grabbed an armful of supplies while Jenna poked around the shelves, occasionally letting out little victorious noises when she found something useful.

“Hey,” she called after a few minutes, tossing something toward you.

You caught it reflexively.

It was a bright orange and blue tennis ball, scuffed and dirt-stained but still perfectly good.

You laughed, holding it up. The dog, who had been dozing in a sunbeam just outside the door, lifted his head sharply - nose twitching, tail beginning to thud against the ground.

"Guess we found someone’s motivation," Jenna said, grinning.

You tucked the ball into your jacket pocket, making a mental note to give it to him later - a reward after the day’s work, or maybe later when you needed a little break.

You and Jenna hauled your tools into the garden, the early sun warm on your shoulders.

The space looked even bigger now that you really took it in.

The soil was rough and uneven, weeds choking out the old planting beds. The remnants of last year’s harvest stood wilted and grey in the cold air. The animal pens were empty, the gates creaking mournfully in the breeze.

It would take a lot of work.

But it could be beautiful again.

You split the tasks easily, wordlessly - like you’d been doing it forever.

Jenna moved toward the still-living patches first, plucking ripe strawberries, digging up carrots, pulling handfuls of beans from sagging trellises. She hummed quietly to herself as she worked, a sound you found yourself smiling at without thinking.

You knelt by the abandoned beds, pulling up dead plants and tossing them into the wheelbarrow to wheel off to a growing compost pile near the fence. Your gloves turned black with soil. Sweat began to bead on your forehead despite the cool air.

You didn’t mind.

Every yank of a dead vine, every cleared patch of dirt, felt like carving out a future.

At one point, Jenna appeared at your side, a fat, sun-warmed strawberry in her palm.

She offered it wordlessly.

You leaned in and bit half of it, the taste exploding on your tongue - sweet, messy, alive.

You grinned around your mouthful and she laughed, wiping a bit of juice from your chin with the pad of her thumb.

The dog supervised from a sunny patch near the garden shed, his nose twitching at every new smell, tail wagging lazily.

Hours passed like that - soft laughter, quiet conversation, the scrape of shovels against dirt.

For the first time in a long time, the world didn’t feel like it was ending.

It felt like it was just beginning.

-

After a few hours of clearing and tending the garden, you and Jenna both ended up lounging on the back steps, muddy, tired, and grinning like idiots.

Jenna wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, then stood with a groan, stretching her arms high over her head. Her shirt rode up slightly, exposing a sliver of her stomach, and you pretended not to notice.

“I’m making something,” she announced cryptically, disappearing inside with a wave of her hand.

You laughed softly to yourself, leaning against the railing as you watched the dog gnaw happily on a branch he'd found. He was already looking healthier - the heavy sadness that had clung to him when you'd first found him was beginning to lift.

You decided to go inside too, heading through the wide sliding doors that led from the kitchen to the garden. You grabbed one of the beach towels you'd found in a storage closet earlier - a massive, absurdly colourful thing with a bright sun printed on it - and carried it back outside, spreading it out across the softest patch of grass you could find.

You flopped down onto it with a soft groan, staring up at the sky.

The clouds drifted lazily overhead, fat and white and luminous against the early afternoon blue. For once, the world didn't feel heavy on your chest. It just... was. And that was enough.

A few minutes later, Jenna emerged from the kitchen, balancing two glasses carefully in her hands.

You sat up slightly, shading your eyes as she approached.

“Woooow,” you drawled, grinning up at her. “This looks almost as beautiful as you, Jenna.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. “You’re such a dork.”

She handed you a glass and dropped down beside you onto the towel, sitting cross-legged.

You took a cautious sip - and blinked in surprise.

It was sparkling water mixed with sharp lime, sweet mint syrup, and a sprig of actual fresh mint she'd picked from a planter pot near the door. It was cold and fizzy and bright, the taste exploding on your tongue.

You let out a happy noise, immediately taking another sip.

“This is amazing,” you said reverently.

Jenna bumped your shoulder with hers, smiling into her drink. “Figured we deserved something fancy.”

You clinked your glass against hers in a mock toast. “To fancy apocalypse living.”

“To not dying,” she added, deadpan.

You snorted.

The dog trotted over at the sound, ears perked, tail wagging. You threw the tennis ball across the yard, and he bounded after it with surprising grace for a dog his size. He retrieved it eagerly, trotting back toward you - but instead of dropping it into your hand like a good boy, he flopped onto the grass a few feet away, chewing it happily.

Jenna narrowed her eyes. “Traitor.”

You giggled, tossing a blade of grass at him.

He ignored you, too engrossed in his prize.

Eventually, you and Jenna lay back on the towel, your heads side by side, your arms brushing lightly every time one of you shifted.

You watched the clouds roll overhead, the occasional bird wheeling lazily through the sky.

“We should name him,” you said after a while, your voice soft, thoughtful.

Jenna hummed in agreement.

You lay in silence for a bit longer, just watching.

"How about Mickey?" you suggested finally, squinting up at a particularly bulbous cloud. "That one looks like a mouse - see? That’s the snout, and those are the giant ears."

Jenna made a face. “Mmm, the vibe’s not there. He’s not a Mickey.”

You laughed. "True."

“What about Spark?” she offered, pointing at another cloud that looked vaguely like a firecracker.

“Eh. I don’t know…” you wrinkled your nose.

Jenna shrugged, sipping her drink again. “Tough crowd.”

Another cloud drifted past - this one vaguely resembling a burger, thick and fluffy.

You both stared at it for a beat.

“That one looks like a burger,” Jenna said.

"Yeah," you agreed, "a little bit."

Another stretch of easy silence.

The wind stirred the tall grass. The ice in your glasses clinked gently every time you shifted. Birds chirped from the branches of the distant trees.

“That one looks like an angel,” Jenna said suddenly, her voice softer.

You followed her gaze - and yeah, you could see it. Wings, a soft round halo perched above.

You smiled. “It does.”

You heard her murmur it almost to herself.

“How about Angelo?”

The moment she said it, you felt a thud-thud-thud against the ground.

You both sat up slightly - and there he was.

The dog had dropped his ball and was staring at Jenna with wide, happy eyes, his tail wagging so hard it looked like it might lift him off the ground.

Your mouth dropped open. “Oh my God, hey sweetheart. Is Angelo your name?”

His tail somehow wagged harder, thumping against the ground in furious agreement.

Jenna laughed, pure and delighted, reaching out to ruffle his ears. “Hi, Angelooooo.”

At the sound of his name again, he barrelled toward you both at full tilt - sending your nearly empty glass flying into the grass.

You shrieked and scrambled backward, laughing breathlessly as he flopped down between you, rolling onto his back and wriggling with unabashed joy.

"Angelo, you silly goof," you said through your laughter, scratching his belly.

He huffed happily, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.

Jenna grinned, shaking her head. “Well. It’s decided, then.”

You nodded, reaching over to clink your glass against hers again.

“To Angelo,” you said warmly.

"To family," Jenna added quietly.

Your chest tightened a little - but in the best way.

Because she was right.

-

The garden was nearly finished.

You and Jenna had spent the day elbow-deep in soil, sweat clinging to your backs, the sun tracing slow arcs across the sky. The overgrown beds were now cleared, the compost heap had grown fat with wilted plants, and the air smelled of mint and earth and something that felt like hope.

But there was still more to do.

Some plants needed pruning, the fences needed mending, and the grass had crept up to your knees in places.

Still, progress had been made.

As the afternoon light softened, you stood back to admire your work. Jenna wiped her brow with the back of her hand, smearing dirt across her cheek.

“Not bad for a day’s work,” she said, her voice tinged with satisfaction.

You nodded, feeling the ache in your muscles - a good ache, earned and honest.

Angelo trotted over, his tongue lolling, tail wagging lazily.

“Think he’s earned a walk?” Jenna asked, glancing at the dog.

You smiled. “I think we all have.”

You retrieved his leash from the hook by the door, the worn leather cool in your hands. Jenna gathered your weapons - just in case - and together, you stepped out into the open field behind the villa.

The grass swayed gently in the breeze, golden in the late afternoon sun. Birds chirped from the treetops, their songs light and carefree.

Angelo walked ahead, his nose to the ground, ears perked.

You followed the path that looped around the property, the trees casting dappled shadows across your path. The air was thick with the scent of pine and something sweeter - wildflowers, perhaps.

After about fifteen minutes, you reached the treeline parallel to the garden of the villa. A soft, rhythmic sound caught your attention - a gentle, persistent trickle.

“Do you hear that?” you asked, tilting your head.

Jenna nodded, her brow furrowed. “Water?”

You exchanged a glance, then stepped cautiously into the woods, Angelo close behind.

The forest was dense but not oppressive, the canopy filtering the sunlight into a mosaic of light and shadow. The birds continued their songs, unbothered by your presence - a good sign.

You moved deeper, about two hundred feet in, the sound of water growing louder with each step.

Then, through the trees, you saw it.

A lake.

It stretched out before you, its surface shimmering in the sunlight. A few old docks jutted out into the water, their wood weathered but sturdy. A small cabin sat nestled among the trees, its windows dark, door slightly ajar. A creek flowing into the lake was the source of the sound.

You approached the water’s edge, the lake lapping gently at the shore.

Angelo bounded forward, lowering his head to drink. You watched as he lapped up the cool water, his tail wagging contentedly.

“We should check out the cabin,” Jenna said, her eyes fixed on the structure.

You hesitated, glancing at the sky. The sun was beginning to dip.

“Maybe tomorrow,” you suggested. “We should head back before it gets dark.”

Jenna nodded, and together, you turned back toward the villa, Angelo trotting happily at your side.

-

The walk back toward the house had started out calm. Angelo trotted ahead, his tongue lolling happily, occasionally glancing back to make sure you were both still behind him. The golden-pink sunset painted the villa in soft light, the fields swaying gently in the breeze. For a moment, everything felt almost normal. As normal as the end of the world could feel.

You tightened your fingers around Jenna’s briefly, sharing a quiet look that didn’t need words. Maybe, just maybe, you were beginning to rebuild something.

And then- Angelo bolted.

He yanked free of the leash before either of you could react, sprinting toward the roadside hill where the bodies had been left - the same ones you hadn't yet found the strength to bury or burn.

“Angelo!” Jenna shouted, but he didn’t stop.

You both took off after him, your heart hammering painfully against your ribs. The soft earth sloped down sharply, gravel slipping beneath your boots. Angelo skidded to a halt by one of the corpses - a man in a tattered suit jacket, now crumpled and stiff with decay.

You and Jenna froze a few feet away, dread sinking into your bones like frostbite.

Angelo whined low in his throat and pressed his nose into the man’s jacket, nudging gently, as if trying to wake him. His tail, which had been wagging excitedly just moments ago, drooped low between his legs.

He moved to another body - a woman in a ruined red sequin dress. He sniffed her too, then sat down heavily beside her, lifting his mournful eyes back to you.

“Oh… buddy...” you whispered, your voice cracking.

Jenna’s face had gone pale, her hands curled into trembling fists at her sides. She moved forward numbly, crouching next to Angelo and reaching out - hesitating a moment before burying her fingers into his fur.

“I'm so sorry, baby,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

The dog leaned into her touch, pressing against her like he could understand every word. Like he forgave you for not being able to save them.

You didn’t hear Jenna’s first quiet sob - only saw the slight shudder of her shoulders.

You moved instinctively, kneeling down and wrapping your arms around her from behind, holding her together when her body started to break apart. Jenna let out a small, choked noise - so small you almost missed it - and then it was like the floodgates opened.

Silent tears gave way to shaking sobs, muffled against your jacket. You clutched her tighter, resting your cheek on the crown of her head, whispering whatever soft nonsense came to mind - it’s okay, I’m here, I’ve got you.

The cruelty of it all hit you like a punch to the gut.

These people - whoever they were before the world fell apart - they were someone's family. They were Angelo’s family. They had birthdays, dinner parties, stupid arguments about the weather. They probably had Christmas lights on the villa every year. And now they were rotting in the front yard of what used to be their home. Just another grim monument to how fast everything had fallen apart.

You felt a lump in your throat that you couldn’t swallow down.

Jenna clung to you, her fingers digging into the fabric of your jacket like she was afraid you might slip away too. You didn’t mind. You stayed right there, grounded in the dirt and grief and love, until her sobs slowly quieted and Angelo nosed at your side, his own silent mourning pressing against you both.

You stayed like that for a long time.

Because what else could you do?

-

The golden light caught on the tall grass and glinted off the glass panels along the back of the house. Angelo padded beside you, slower now, his tail swaying low and tired. His steps had lost their bounce.

You didn't blame him.

Neither of you spoke as you crossed the lawn, Jenna’s hand occasionally brushing yours but never fully reaching. Her face was unreadable, her eyes far away, like she’d left some part of herself by that patch of forest road where the realisation had settled like dust in her lungs.

Angelo had stayed close to the bodies for a while. Nudging the man’s sleeve. Pawing gently at the woman’s jacket. He hadn’t made a sound, but something in the silence had been louder than a howl ever could be.

By the time you reached the front steps, dusk was bleeding fully into the sky - streaks of apricot and lavender smeared across the clouds. The light would last a little longer, but not much.

It was time.

You fetched two clean tarps from the storage closet and a roll of thick gardening twine, neither of you needing to say what came next. There was no ceremony to the beginning - only shared understanding, and the quiet rhythm of a task that had to be done. You worked in tandem, as always now. Jenna held the tarp steady while you eased one of the corpses onto it. Albert Cohen - the one with the watch. You’d memorised his name earlier from his wallet. There was a photo in there too, worn and folded - a man with kind eyes and a slight belly standing beside a barbeque grill, laughing with a beer in his hand. You tucked it into your pocket.

Samantha Adler was next - the woman in the sequinned red dress. Her lipstick was still faintly visible, smudged at the corner of her mouth. Her hands were perfectly manicured, chipped only at the edges. You found a silver chain around her neck, with a heart-shaped locket holding two faces inside: a younger version of her, and a boy who looked just like her. You gave Jenna a soft glance. She nodded. You kept it.

The third was a woman in a pale blue sundress - Marie, according to the ID in her handbag. She still had flour under her nails, strangely enough. Or maybe it was just ash. There was a crumpled piece of paper in her coat pocket: a recipe. Banana muffins. Messy handwriting and all. Jenna found it. She didn’t say anything, just passed it to you with a look that made your throat tighten.

You laid each body down carefully on the tarmac at the end of the winding villa drive, downhill from the gate - far enough from the house, but close enough that they wouldn’t be alone. The tarps made it easier. Dignity preserved in the small things.

The others - nameless, faceless - followed. Some didn’t have ID. Some had nothing at all. But you searched every pocket. Every backpack. You didn’t want anyone to remain forgotten.

By the time the last body was placed, the sun had slipped behind the horizon, casting the sky in deep indigo. The lights of the villa glowed warm behind you, casting just enough light across the road to see the details in the shadows.

You and Jenna stood there for a long moment, wind rustling through the grass, your breath forming little clouds in the cooling air.

Then, slowly, you set the photographs down. One beside Albert’s tarp. Another near Samantha. Jenna brought out the locket and placed it gently atop the heart. You unfolded the recipe and pinned it beneath a small rock, keeping it from fluttering away.

The firewood came last - scrap pieces from the backyard, some old branches and logs pulled from the storage pile. You stacked them carefully around the bodies, not to hide them, but to honour them - like a pyre, but not theatrical. Just enough to help them pass.

Jenna added flowers next - whatever she could find from the planters. A half-dead bunch of marigolds. A handful of ivy. A few wildflowers from the field.

You stared at the row of bodies for a long time.

Your mind went to what they must’ve seen. How they must’ve fought to stay alive. How they’d died anyway.

Next to you, Jenna cleared her throat. “Should we… write their names down?”

You nodded. Found a notebook in your pocket and began writing. One name after the other.

Albert Cohen Samantha Adler Marie Roux Daniel Feldman Irene Price Jacob Lee One only listed as “Sandy” on a crumpled old gym pass.

Each letter was slow. Careful. As if that could make them more real. As if it could anchor them to the earth one last time before the fire took them.

Jenna lit two candles and placed them at each end of the row.

You reached into your bag and pulled out the bottle of wine - the one you’d found in the villa’s untouched pantry, behind a shelf of expired beans and soup tins. The label was in French. The cork had discoloured slightly with age. You weren’t even sure what year it was from - only that it looked important. The kind of wine people saved for weddings. Or births. Or maybe just something worth remembering.

You found two mismatched glasses from the kitchen and poured a generous amount into each.

Jenna took hers silently.

The matchbook trembled a little in your fingers as you lit the first stick.

But your hands didn’t.

You crouched and pressed the flame to the dry edge of the kindling.

The fire caught slowly at first, then faster - embers licking up through the layers of wood, catching on the edge of the tarp. Smoke billowed upward in soft grey plumes, trailing toward the stars just beginning to blink into view above the trees.

The heat brushed your cheeks.

You took a breath.

“Here we lay to rest,” you said, voice steady but low. “Albert Cohen, Samantha Adler, Marie Roux, Daniel Feldman, Irene Price, Jacob Lee… Sandy.” You looked down at your notebook. “And the others we could not name. May you be more than what this world made of you.”

You paused. Your hand clenched faintly around the glass. “You guys have a lovely dog. And we’re gonna do our best to take care of him.”

Jenna gave a wet laugh beside you - broken and small - and you glanced at her, trying for a smile. “Albert Cohen was a good man. He was more of a wine guy than a beer guy, except when he held his big barbecue in the summer. You could always see him with an ice-cold beer in one hand, flipping burgers in the other. He didn’t use a thermometer. Just the ‘gut instinct’ kind.”

Jenna sniffled. Then wiped her nose with her sleeve. You continued, “Samantha won every single round of Monopoly. She was unbeatable. You’d swear she was cheating, but she wasn’t. She just had the killer instinct and strategy.”

You both chuckled softly, despite the ache in your chests.

Jenna added: “Marie couldn’t cook to save her life, but her cakes were divine. She made a pear tart one Christmas that made my mum cry. That was Marie. Flour everywhere. Always smiling.”

The fire crackled louder now, the flames rising into a soft roar, heat radiating outward and lighting your faces in gold. You both sipped your wine in silence, the taste sharp and rich and too good to belong in this world anymore.

Jenna reached out, her fingers brushing yours lightly.

You didn’t pull away.

You stood there together - just the two of you, and Angelo lying quietly nearby, watching the flames with solemn eyes - as the night claimed what the daylight left behind.

--//--

AN: ...

Part 14

[spideysbruh]

Times Timothée was Going to Propose... and the Time he Finally Did

Warnings- cursing, suggestive moments but nothing explicit, stuff is implied though.

a/n- thought that scene from the office was cute and j miss writing (send recs pls) so here we go!

~

“You should move in with me.” He said softly as he slowly traced along her arm. She chuckled and looked up at him.

They’re in her apartment, watching a movie after a pretty intense lovemaking session. They were both still pretty sweaty, Timothées hair was matted and kind of stuck to his forehead, and hers was stuck to her bare back.

“Yeah, right.” She rolled her eyes, smirking up at him.

“I'm serious! Move in with me, why not?” He said, more determined this time, moving his face into her hair, kissing her head lightly.

She giggled and sat up, maneuvering out of his arms, “I- Well, I always said I wouldn’t move in with anyone unless we were engaged…” She said awkwardly, finally meeting his eyes.

He took her words in for a moment and raised an eyebrow, “Didn’t I propose already?”

She jokingly stops to think for a moment, “Mmmm don’t think so? Unless,” She looks at her ring finger with no ring on it, “Nope, you didn’t.” She laughs as he wraps his arms around her again.

“Get ready, babe. It’s coming,” he said, making her laugh, but he was completely serious.

The truth was that he already had her ring, he got it right after their one year anniversary and held onto it for another two years because he knew one year was maybe just a little too soon. He carried it pretty much everywhere he went, waiting for the perfect moment.

“Okay, Timmy. Sure.” She teases, but can’t help but think about how great it would be to be engaged to him, to live with him, to marry him, to just share a life with him. She wants it all and she wants it with him whenever he’s ready.

The Afterparty

After that brief conversation in her apartment, she would get butterflies every time they went out on a date or even while they just walked around, thinking this was definitely it, he's gonna propose. But for real, this party would actually be the perfect place to do it.

He had just won another Spirit Award, he was elated and extremely touchy with her. He couldn’t stop kissing her or holding onto her hand wherever they went. When she walked somewhere, he was right beside her.

“I'm so happy, baby.” He smiled as they slowly danced around the floor. Other celebrities surrounded them, most of them drunk and celebrating- or not- their wins.

She grinned and kissed him lightly, “Me too. You deserve it... You deserve everything you can possibly think of.”

He laughs, “I should be saying that to you. Because it's true." He says and kisses her again. "I'm going to love you a long long time, Y/n/n."

She grins and rests her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

‘Lover’ by Taylor Swift plays over the speakers and she feels like she's in a movie, in the scene where the two main characters realize they actually love each other. Except for her, she knows she loves him entirely, and he definitely loves her.

“Hey, remember our first date?” He quietly asks, she looks up at him and nods.

“Of course I do,” She smiles, “Why?”

Timothée shrugs, “I dunno, it just… came into my head right now.” He laughs lightly, “We were so young, had no idea what was in store for us… we stayed by each others side.”

She laughs, “A lot happened in like, four years, huh?”

Timothée looks at her with an intense gaze, his eyes locked on hers. She hadn't seen this look before, nonetheless it gave her butterflies.

“I love you, y/n.”

Oh my god, he's gonna do it.

He removes his hand from hers and she swallows hard, waiting for him to pull out the little velvet- or not. it doesn't have to be velvet, she doesn't care haha- box and…

He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as the last few strings of the song play.

“I love you, too, Timothée.”

He smiles at her when suddenly the mood shifts as a loud, mood killer of a song plays next. The crowd gets loud as they all start cheering.

He separates from her and asks if she wants something to drink, to which she agrees. As he turns around, she frowns and curses the dj.

What the fuck?!

Lazy day

After the party, she was in low spirits for a week or so, she thought about how she could've been engaged already. She could’ve been moving in with Timothée right now.

She was watching ‘When Harry Met Sally’, sadly munching on cookies. Timothée was halfway across the world filming his newest project. They hadn’t seen each other in nearly two months and it was really getting to her. She missed him and the goofy comments he made when they watched movies together, how he would always pull her to lay on him and “sneakily” sneak his hand into whatever snack she was eating.

She also missed being able to just meet up with him at their favorite cafe or go on late night walks where they had conversations about nothing and everything at the same time.

Right towards the end of the movie, when Harry realizes he loves Sally and is running across New York City to confess his love for her, her phone rings.

She groans and looks at the screen, immediately smiling as she sees that it’s Timothée calling. She picks it up, “Hi baby! Isn’t it hella early over there?”

“Yeah, I have an early morning so I figured I’d call my favorite person ever.”

“Aw, did Kudi not answer?” She joked, playing with the strings on her joggers.

He laughed, which still made her heart skip a beat, “Exactly, so I called you instead.”

“You’re hilarious" she giggles, and after a few moments of silence she says, "I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. More than anything.”

“Yeah? How much do you miss me?” She suggestively asks, slowly moving down to lay on the couch.

It’s been a while.

Timothée is quiet for several seconds before he speaks, “So much, baby.” He says lowly and she hears some shuffling on his end, “What are you doing?”

She blushes, quickly pausing the movie before putting her free hand down her pants, “Hmmm, what do you think I’m doing, Timmy?” She smirks, knowing what the nickname does to him.

“Fuckkkk, you’re naughty.” He groans.

“I’m not,” she mumbles, “I just miss my boyfriend is all.”

“Mhm.”

They’re suddenly rudely interrupted by a knock at her door, “Ugh, god damn it. Someone’s knocking.” She quietly says, hoping whoever it is will just leave.

“It's okay my lovely, I can wait. Go check who it is.”

“You can wait, but I don't think I can wait. I'm literally fucking soaked.” She groaned.

“Mmm, patience is a virtue, my love.”

“Fuck you and your virtues.” She mumbles as she gets up, hearing him chuckle on the other end, looking through the peephole. She sees her boyfriends huge grin and his slightly oversized hoodie, and the door is open before she even takes her next breath.

“No fucking way!” She squeals as she tackles him to the other side of the hallway with kisses.

“Hi mon chéri, I missed you so much.” He grins, kissing her again. He wraps his arms around her entirely, like he's trying to mold their bodies into one.

He guides her back into her apartment backwards, shutting the door behind them, “Now where were we, huh?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively as she giggles.

“Hmmm I don't remember, you might have to remind me.” She smirks, her hands tracing along his torso.

“I think I can do that.” He says as he wraps a finger around the waistband of her joggers, slowly pulling them down. “Are you really as soaked as you said you were?” He whispers in her ear, goosebumps instantly rising on her skin at his words.

She gasps as his index finger traces along her folds, teasing her entrance, “Fuck yes.” and she kisses him with fervor, her hands tangling in his hair as she tries to get him to the bedroom.

“Mmm fuck, baby. I missed you.” He mumbles against her lips, his tongue slipping in her mouth as he lays her down on the bed. He slips his hoodie off, her hands instantly on his chest.

“Show me how much you missed me.” She gasps, pulling off her shirt.

>>>

Timothée sighed as he laid down next to her, sweat glistening on their skin.

“Fuck, y/n/n. How did I last two months without this?” He wondered, making her smile.

“No clue, I was getting antsy, babe.” She replied, leaning over to kiss his neck.

“I really did miss you a lot,” He said, tracing his fingers along her arm, “I did a lot of thinking.”

“Yeah? About what?” She questioned, closing her eyes as he spoke.

“Our future.” He said, she smiled at that. Her heart started racing at what he was going to say next. “I was thinking about what our house would look like, what our morning routines would look like, if we'd have a pet… and maybe even kids. Things like that.”

She blushed at the thought, “I know that I want a fish.” She said, only half joking.

He laughed and nodded, “I could fuck with a fish.” She giggled and shook her head at his goofiness. “But seriously,” He started, “Wh- what do you think?”

Is it gonna happen now?

While they're totally naked and still sweaty from their session? God, how will they tell this story to their parents?

She looks up at him, her heart racing, she locked her eyes with his, “I can't wait. I think about that all the time, Timothée.” She replies, making him sigh in relief and then grin.

He engulfs her in his arms and kisses her with a fire that she'd never felt from him before. He moans into it and lays her back down, slowly moving down to kiss her neck several times before speaking, “Fuck, I love you so much Y/n. I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together.” Butterflies erupt in her tummy at his words, “I'm gonna make you my wife and I'll be your husband and we'll live happily ever after.” He says in between kisses, making her blissfully sigh and shut her eyes.

Once again, they were interrupted by Timothées phone ringing, it was his moms ringtone, Timothée groaned and went to ignore it, but she spoke up, “It’s your mom, baby. Answer it, it’s alright.”

He frowned but kissed her before he leaned over to pick up his phone.

She sighed and stared at the ceiling as he spoke to his mom, she looked around the room before she got up to get dressed and order some dinner. He frowned at her movements but went back to listening to his mom.

The rest of their lives

“Come on a walk with me, baby. It’s pretty outside.” Timothée said as he slipped on a hoodie, “We’ve been inside all day, we need some fresh air.” He said, coming up behind her on the couch and squeezing her shoulders.

It's true. They've just been lounging around his apartment all day, cuddling and watching comedies mostly.

She leans her head back and groans, “I’m so lazy right now, babe.” She whines, making him chuckle.

“I'll get you a sweet treat.” He said, quirking an eyebrow, she looked up at him and smiled.

“You sure know the way to a girl's heart.” She giggled, getting up and putting on her shoes, also sliding on a hoodie- his hoodie..

“I know the way to my girls heart.” He replied, intertwining their fingers as he opened the door, letting her out first.

“Did you have anywhere in mind?” She asked as they stepped outside, the cool autumn air nicely hitting her face.

“No, just a nice little walk.” He shrugged, smiling down at the ground.

“Let's turn here.” He said simply while she was talking about a tiktok she saw about her hometowns nfl team.

He listened intently as she continued on, saying how she had to call her dad for clarification on their most recent game.

“Ohhh is that why you were on the phone with him when I got home earlier?” He questioned, lightly pulling her closer to his side and wrapping an arm over her shoulders, still not letting go of her hand.

She nodded, “Yeah, you know I love bothering the guy.” She laughs, making him chuckle.

“Remember the first time I met your parents?” He suddenly asks, she looks up at him, admiring his side profile as he walks.

She giggles at the memory, “Oh my god! You were so cute and nervous. It was hilarious.”

“I was convinced your dad hated me.” He laughs, “And your mom was like, the nicest human ever. It was weird!”

“That's probably why they divorced.” She jokes, resulting in a snort escaping from her. Timothée laughs and squeezes her hand.

“You're adorable.” He says as he looks over at her, admiring the smile on her face as they continue walking.

He takes a turn, gently pulling her along as she quirks an eyebrow at him.

The sun was almost completely down already, a warm glow covering the partly empty sidewalks. This was her favorite time of the day, the world always looks so peaceful and beautiful.

“Where are you taking me, Chalamet?” She questions, watching as he guides her over to the local park, the same one that they've had countless picnics at, where they would read their wildly different books next to each other for hours in silence, occasionally updating one another on their book... and then maybe they'd make out for a bit, depending how crowded it was.

She remembers appreciating how, early on in their relationship, Timothée would never make fun of her book choices, as she leans more toward romcoms and books with cute endings. She had felt like less of an intellectual when she compared her books with his, but he never said anything.

Even now, he never teases her about it. Sometimes when he comes back from another city or country for work, he'll hand her a bag of books that he thinks she “might like” and it was always cute little romances or coming of age stories. She would smile and pull him down to her and kiss him thankfully.

Anyway, that whole tangent was because of the park, they hadn't been in so long due to their increasingly busy schedules. Even though they couldn’t have their cute little dates as much anymore, they still always made time for each other in other ways.

One night, he came over after a late shoot just to spend time with her, she was already falling asleep, but Timmy just climbed into her bed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close to him as possible.

“We haven't been here in so long, huh?” He said, basically reading her mind.

“Yeah,” She smiles, “We should go to the-”

“The café?” He quirks an eyebrow at her as she nods, “I was thinking the same thing.”

“I wonder if our favorite barista is still there.”

“Wow, we were going there so much that we really have a favorite barista.” He laughs, she giggles and subconsciously runs her thumb along his knuckles.

“Remember that one night we were there for like… four hours-” She cut herself off as she felt Timothée stop walking and his hand leave hers. “Wh-”

Her breath catches in her throat as she turns around and sees him down on one knee.

Here we go.

“Hey, Y/n?” He says softly, reaching into his pocket.

“Yeah?” She replies, so quietly that shes not even sure if he heard it.

He nervously smiles as he pulls out a velvet box, she gasps and covers her mouth as he opens it, revealing a beautiful ring. A perfect ring. One that she's literally saved in her private pinterest boards.

“Shut up.” She grins, locking eyes with him as he laughs at her reaction.

“I've been waiting for the perfect moment, but I realized that there is no perfect moment, Y/n. You make it perfect. We make it perfect. I want the rest of our lives to start as soon as possible. So, y/n, will you-”

“Yes! Yes of course, Timmy!” She excitedly says, reaching down to pull him up before kissing him deeply. “God, I was wondering when you'd finally ask me.” She laughs against his lips, running her fingers through his hair

“Well, I was interrupted a couple times, but I think it was worth it.” He smiles, taking the ring out of the box and sliding it on her finger. “It’s a perfect fit.” He sighs in relief.

“It’s perfect.” She says, her eyes watering, “You're perfect. I love you.” She lets a few tears fall, Timothée wipes at them, eyes getting teary as well.

"I love you more." He pulls her in for a hug, his hands on her waist, kissing her again before pulling away, “Come on, let's go see our favorite barista.” He laughs, intertwining their fingers.

She can’t stop smiling, she can’t stop looking at the ring, and she can’t stop thinking about what their future will be like which makes butterflies erupt in her tummy.

"So, will you finally move in with me, baby?" He asks, nudging her cheek with his nose.

She giggles and feels her cheeks heat up, "I'll start packing tomorrow."

*

[worldlxvlys]

OMG PART 2 of “one of the girls” PLS OMG maybe a more angsty to fluff between them

deeper (one of the girls pt 2)

fwb! chris x reader

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of sex

a/n: you definitely asked for angst and fluff and i definitely only gave you angst

sorry 😬

but i swear on everything the next part will be fluffy, i just needed to lay the groundwork 🙏🏾

previous part

“look, it’s fine chris. you’re just shitty at aftercare.” she spoke from her spot across from me on her bed.

we somehow had managed to go from talking about how our days went to sex.

“what are you talking about?” i asked, confused.

“i mean, in what world is you fucking me and dipping to go fuck someone else considered taking care of me?” she pointed out.

my face dropped at her words, “i- i don’t do that every time though, it’s happened a few times, but-“ she cut me off with a scoff, “that’s the thing, you do it every time, without fail. you just- you finish, you make sure i finish, and you leave” she shrugged it off, but it obviously hurt her to say.

“i mean, what kind of a friend treats someone that way? it’s like, hey ok! i finished using you for what i needed, gotta go do the exact same thing to the next girl! you don’t see how fucked that is? you don’t get how that would completely fuck with my head ?” she asked.

“i mean at first, it wasn’t like that. i didn’t care, i thought maybe you’d stop at some point. but after months of you doing this shit, i can’t act like it doesn’t affect me anymore”

i blinked at her, only now realizing what i was doing to her.

“and it’s not like i caught feelings and am in love with you or something, you can be with other people, i don’t care. but- i mean, right after me? the second your dick gets soft you go somewhere else to get hard again? like, am i that bad, or…?”

no, no, no. there’s no way this is happening right now.

there’s no way i’ve managed to do this.

what the fuck was i thinking? what was wrong with me?

“hey, listen. this has nothing to do with you not being good enough, ok? i’m so sorry, i never meant to hurt you at all, i need you to know that. you deserve better than how i’ve treated you, i know. i guess i was just scared-”

“scared? scared of me?” she asked in a low voice, her face clearly showing how hurt she was.

my eyes widened at that, how the hell am i managing to make this worse?

“what?” i asked, desperately trying to think of how to calm her down.

“is this about the whole liking pain while we’re having sex thing? because if you can’t handle that-” i brought my hand up to her face to cup her cheek, making her stop talking and stare at me with wide eyes.

“it’s not that, ok? i told you i’d never judge you for that and i meant it. there’s nothing wrong with liking that stuff, i personally find it makes you even more attractive”

“so, if not that, then what? what are you running from?” she whispered to me.

my feelings for you.

the second i realized that i was beginning to care about her in a different way, i started seeing other people.

i tried desperately to distract myself from her, praying that being with someone else would help.

the first time, it worked. until the next time we had sex, and i remembered everything that i loved about her.

i was overwhelmed by her, everything about her drove me crazy.

her body, her soft skin, her scent, the way she tasted, the way she moaned and screamed under me.

my senses were filled with her.

i assumed it was just physical attraction, which is why i tried looking for someone who could replace that.

but who was i kidding? no one could replace her.

and even if they could, i realized that it was deeper than the sex as i was staring at her now.

it was that beautiful smile that i was missing now while i stared at the sad look that i put on her face.

it was that look she had on her face when she wanted to laugh, but was trying desperately to hold it in as i made faces at her from across the room.

it was the amount of passion and dedication she put into the things she cared at about.

it was the deep connection that we shared when i stared into her eyes, my fear of intimacy somehow leaving my body when it was with her.

it was her.

it was always her.

and me? i was royally fucked.

🥀🥀🥀🥀

not too much on chris he’s about to eat in the next part (literally)

i may or may not have already written the next part to this 🌚

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Surrounded by Ice - Kimi Raikkonen x FigureSkater! Reader

Plot: The Iceman just surrounds himself with Ice in every aspect of his life

A/N: Just a short little Kimi drabble, more exciting stuff coming soon, just been swamped with Uni!

Credit to summerblueringo for the GIF

"How does it feel to bring home a gold medal for your country, again?" the interviewer asks and a big grin appears on your face.

"I mean, i love the sport and I've worked hard to get where I am. I think this year there were many other contestants who also deserved gold and everyone who took part today were amazing!" you keep smiling, it had been a really amazing set for you today. You'd even broke some records while here.

"And now what is your plan?" they ask holding the mic closer to you.

"Well my husband is waiting for me, just over there. So i think he wants to give me his congratulations" you say pointing out our stoic looking husband who was waiting in the background, keeping to himself watching the world go past.

"Ah yes, Kimi Raikkonen! The Ice Man, who arguably married Queen of the Ice" he jokes making you laugh a little. You had heard similar jokes many times since you'd married Kimi.

"Yes, obviously being here in South Korea for the Winter Olympics has been amazing, and I'll be sure to train hard for 2022 but now I'm needed to go support my lovely lovely husband in his fast cars" you exclaim, knowing that the Australian Grand Prix was round the corner.

"Ah yes, it's looking like a good season for Ferrari! And we can tell from your outfit today they already have your support"

"My support is for whatever team my husband is in, so Ferrari have had my support since Kimi has raced with them!"

You left the interview thanking your team before finding Kimi waiting for you quietly.

"Home?" you ask and he nods silently grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the arena.

"You were fantastic today!" he smiles, holding you and pulling you into a kiss.

"Yeah? You liked the new twist i did?" you ask, your routine today being one of the hardest you'd ever done. You mascara had infact started to run, from the sweat building on your forehead throughout the day.

"I like everything you do"

You guys both went back to the hotel, packing up all of your gear that had been here for the past month you'd stayed in Korea for. Once you were sure you hadn't left anything behind you made your way to the airport.

Kimi now only had a month until Australia, his personal trainer had come with you to Korea to help him train while he was out there supporting you.

Now, you'd train while you were travelling with Kimi. Finding ice while on the road with him was always difficult, but finding places to just work out and keep your fitness up was never hard as you'd train alongside Kimi. It was one of the ways to spend extra time with him during the season when he was most busy.

In the free month before Australia you started your research on where you could go in Melbourne to skate, you found somewhere that Kimi was happy with you going too as it wasn't too far from the hotel you'd be staying in or the race track for if anything went wrong.

"Will you watch me on the Sunday though?" he'd asked you as you were both lying in bed the night before you were due to fly to Australia.

"When have I ever not?" you ask, turning over in bed to look at him.

"Hmmm, I can for sure think of one time..." he smirks looking over you.

"If your talking about China, almost 10 years ago that doesn't even count!" you laugh, poking his cheek a little.

Your husband never failed to amaze you, his striking blue eyes and his soft blonde hair was what initially drew you in. But it was your first interaction with him that made you fall for him fully.

It was the Autumn of 2008 and you were 22 and you had just won your second Gold Medal in China, you'd stayed there for the months after the games as they left the Beijing Olympic Park open and it seemed like a good place to stay and to train.

You managed to get tickets to other sporting events in the months you stayed there such as Snow Boarding, Golf but the best one was when the Chinese Grand Prix came about.

You were active on the socials you had back then, and so it wasn't hard for Sauber BMW to reach out to you and give you a guest pass.

You'd been walking round the paddock, just investigating when you'd bumped right into the Finnish Ferrari driver. He had just stared at you while holding a tight grip on your wrist so you didn't fall over.

You remember him asking if you were okay, and some other questions that you hadn't heard fully as your brain had gone foggy at the sound of his soft, yet deep voice.

It was a little embarrassing, when he'd tried to speak Finnish to you, and then decided on English, but with no reply he was left stumped and awkwardly standing there.

He'd soon left after that but you were on each other's minds for the whole day. You tried to keep up conversations with the BMW drivers Robert and Nick but your mind kept drifting the the Finnish Driver for Ferrari.

He found you after the race, and just stared at you for a while before you made the first move speaking to him. And the rest was history.

You spent the next 5 years together as partners, it was convenient for someone like Kimi who raced all through the year apart from summer and winter to end up with someone in a sport who only competed for a month in the summer and winter. It meant that they also still got a break with each other.

After 5 years, Kimi let the big question unload and now you'd been married for 5 years.

"Of course, my love! You know that!" you smile, pulling him closer to you. You tuck yourself into his surprisingly warm embrace, considering his nickname was 'Iceman' he was the warmest person you'd ever had the privilege of meeting.

"I was thinking ..." he breathes, his voice a little higher and whiny than normal.

"Mmmmm, you don't do that often?" you tease, a hand running up and down his back.

"Well, I'm the ice man, your the Ice Queen... i was thinking maybe it's time we have an Ice Baby?" he whispers in the softest most unsure tone you'd ever heard.

"You think now's a good time?" you ask, and thinking about it... it was. You yourself had two years before the next Olympics in 2020, and Kimi was at a point in his career where he could leave and live comfortably if he needed and wanted to.

"I haven't told you this, but they want the Sauber kid in my spot. I'll be going to Alpha Romeo next year. I feel like I've done what i can and I've had my time in the sport... and we aren't getting any younger. Especially me..." he jokes, being 44 now.

"Mmmmmm I think now is the perfect time" you smile.

Flash forward to the Austin Grand Prix and you were 6 months pregnant. You'd already announced it and so many people were excited for you and Kimi, through the season he had loads of interviews. All against his will of course but people saw a different side to him when he talked about you and the soon to be baby.

It was a great race for Kimi in Austin, he pulled through with his first win of the season, valuable points that helped contribute towards his position in the drivers standings.

"So Kimi, first win of the season today! How are you feeling?" an interviewer asks, he was sat in a panel with some of the other drivers in a debrief.

"It was good to get a win, this season has been tough. We've had an interesting year with veteran drivers like myself, Seb, Fernando and Lewis being pushed by newer or younger drivers who are proving to be good competition like Charles, Max and Pierre" he answers.

"There have been rumors that you wont be here with us next season?" he pushes and Kimi roles his eyes.

"If I'm not it's not an issue... racing is my hobby that i get paid to do. I'll leave when i want to" he admits without letting anything slip that Ferrari wouldn't want to come public knowledge.

"Lets move on to you Lewis..."

And for the rest of the interview all he could think of was coming back to you.

Once your daughter was born in January before the start of the 2019 season and Kimi moving to Alfa Romeo everyone on the grid wanted to meet her. So of course, you were obligated to come to Australia for pre-season testing. Your 3 month old being so intrigued at the busy rush of everything around her.

She was a fan and driver fav around. Everyone had a picture with her and introduced themselves as her uncle and that they would look after her. People like Lewis, Seb and Charles all came with little gifts for her, Seb even had someone make her a custom team Ferrari top so she could fit in with her father and her Uncle Sebastian.

"Today was amazing!" you sighed as you leaned into your husband who currently held your daughter against his bare chest.

"Mmmm, I think you should both take a break though, at least until Summer break and join me afterwards" he smiles, knowing that the heavy time change from Monaco to Australia wasn't good for your or the baby.

"Well, I may as well come to Bahrain with you... its on the way back. But I will leave after that" you smile, pulling him in for a kiss.

"I love you, thank you for giving me this life" he smiles looking between you and his daughter.

"I wouldn't have it any of way" you grin.

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[l-in-the-light]

The most embarrassing series of posts about Lawlu you will ever read: edition Wano (part 13)

Sorry for the long wait, not only I needed a break (Silent Hill 2 remake came out <3), I also had troubles in general writing notes on tumblr for a while, for some unknown reason! But we're back to our Lawlu's love tale, now finally making it into Wano my beloved.

We start on the ship heading to Wano. Luffy is getting depressed over his bounty for the first time. We know he cares a lot about his bounty poster, apparently he always wanted to be on one ever since he was a child and Shanks told him stories about pirates. He also wants to impress Shanks, so there's also that.

But it's possible part of the reason why Luffy is depressed is because... his bounty would be now lower than Law's. LOL. Dressrosa ended with same amount of cash placed on their heads ;) I dunno if it's reallly part of Luffy's reason, but he did see Zoro and Sanji fight over their bounties before multiple times, so it's probably not a stretch that it might have rubbed on him a little, haha. Just throwing this as possible food for thought :D

Kin'emon is not picking up? Who cares, Luffy has enough of waiting. Which is understandable, but also... we know already that he can't get to Wano fast enough, he was in this speedruning mode ever since they left Zou. He's so close to seeing his crew and Law again, waiting even few hours more is simply killing him in those circumenstances.

Luffy immediately got immersed into roleplaying a samurai, but besides using "gozaru/verily" speech pattern, he mostly just focuses on his sword he practically snatched from the Tengu guy. He's so happy that not only he has a sword, but it's even one of the cooler ones. He holds it up like he wants to show it off, and then throws away the scabbard and claims he can slice people too.

I don't really want to doubt Luffy here, but he spent so much time with Zoro, practically since the beginning of the manga, and he never got interested in any swords before. Not even once. He seemed to interact with any only twice: when he found it for Zoro before freeing him in East Blue (he wasn't particularly interested in them yet, but he did get impressed with Zoro's skills), and when he held it for Law for half of Dressrosa.

So what do you think caused Luffy's sudden interest in swords? If your guess is Luffy's first ally, you're probably scoring a jackpot. Luffy wanted to feel cool and show off with his sword, because he kept looking at Law doing cool stuff with his own one, and Luffy decided he suddenly wants to do the same. Luffy usually has simple reasons for stuff, after all. Maybe he even imagines how it's like for Law to hold and fight with the sword, while he's at it.

It's also worth noting how Luffy is shamelessly admitting that what they're about to do will destroy Kin'emon's plans (Law's, actually, as we will see in a few moments) and declares he will just apologize for it later. It's funny for multiple reasons in retrospection, because: 1. Luffy never actually apologized, lol. 2. He indeed got away with it easily (waaaay too easily) 3. Luffy totally knew at this moment he will get away with it. Cheeky brat! And yes, he was right about that. He knows his Torao well and he knows he will be forgiven. If anything, it seems Luffy upon returning from Whole Cake Island decided to be openly cheeky when he knows a certain someone can handle it.

The action itself though will end up having very terrible consequences overall, but that's something Luffy couldn't have known yet.

"But you didn't even use it", indeed. Just simply carrying the sword around might be reminding Luffy of Law already. But also samurais (and ninjas) are just cool and it would be a waste not to have a sword like everyone else.

Also I'm always curious what Law does with his scabbard when he fights. It would be kinda funny if he throws it away too, lol (probably not up in the air like Luffy did, but he has to dump it somewhere, right? He doesn't carry his scabbard at his waist like Zoro, or on his back).

Law and Luffy's reunion! Yeah I know, at surface level it seems very bleak in comparison, after all Zoro got a glomping hug, just like Sabo did in Dressrosa. We actually don't see Luffy hugging people this way very often. Luffy also never attempts to hug or touch Law, not counting grabbing his clothes (which counts only as indirect touch).

But when we take a closer look at how they react about seeing each other, it does show they care and are happy to meet again.

Let's start from Law. He's resting (it's his last resting moment in Wano lol), his crew make a commotion, screaming "Captain, trouble! Strawhat and Roronoa are going to Bakura town!". But what Law picks up on is only this part: "Strawhat is in Wano?!" That selective focus in this scene says more than any expression or words could have shown us, it's like he didn't hear any other part, as soon as his brain connected the dots "they're talking about Luffy in Bakura town" but "Luffy isn't in Wano yet" which concludes in his deduction of "Luffy's finally here!". It's kinda cute, really.

Anime even emphasized this moment. At first Law asks "why are you so upset/making noise" but then picks up again only on the part about Luffy arriving in Wano, and even adds a line that wasn't in the manga: "So he's finally here", which only further shows he was indeed missing him, it's like it slips from his mouth before he can stop himself. He even gets up, his crew suddenly having all of his attention, just because Luffy's name was mentioned.

Indeed, Law, he is in Wano finally. You will regret feeling a tad bit happy in just a moment though.

And the blissful moment is over, Law is back to worrying 24/7, always about Luffy (and I guess, the raid's plan as well. But mostly about Luffy). Haha. It's okay, he likes to suffer this way, despite the stress.

Luffy got really personal very fast here. "Why is the food only for them?!". After experiencing his own childhood in Goa, seeing Rebecca starving herself and despite that Luffy was still firmly sticking to plan, and then witnessing Big Mom's sugar rampage, and finally the situation in Wano with people constantly poisoning themselves by drinking water from polluted rivers and being able to afford rice only few times a year (or less), Luffy snapped immediately.

That's the result of his experiences in Whole Cake Island, struggling to find things he could do (besides beating the Big Bad Guy) and facing Katakuri who was holding back for the sake of his family. Luffy rediscovered that he doesn't have to hold back what he truly wants to do anymore, as long as he keeps wellbeing of his dearest people in mind at all times. It's a good conclusion he reached here, but it's still not enough if Luffy wants to keep his promise of "making Wano a country in which his friends can eat as much as they want", Law will point it out to him later.

"He'll probably get mad" says Zoro, and one page later we have Law thinking "Roronoa knows the plan". Proving to us that Zoro meant actually Law there, not Kin.

"This is the worst possible thing that could have happened" thinks Law, and this will be important later for us to understand why Luffy had to land in Udon as the result of that. This is our strategy mastermind Law we're talking about here, he must have came up with a plan to deal even with "worst case scenario" (after all the raid plan didn't fail as the result!). He just really wished he could avoid it.

And funny thing, Law is *instantly* mad at Zoro for this outcome. "You swore that you wouldn't make waves!". Law knows everything that was going on with Zoro already when he's talking with him here. He knows he's a wanted man now, he knows Jack has been called up (thanks to Hawkins), and he of course put one and one together: Zoro chose not to stop Luffy from beating up Holdem. In Law's mind this is all Zoro's responsibility here, heh. Also just to show us his petty nature Law took the occassion to vent about every single little thing that he could think of, together with "you were supposed to be in the capital, not in Kuri!!". He had to get off his steam somewhere and Zoro happened to be the best target. Though everything Law said here is true and he has the right to be annoyed about it.

One thing worth noting is this: Law never blamed Luffy for this situation. Luffy didn't know about the plan, he just arrived and couldn't contact Kin'emon, and Law might vent sometimes, but he's not an asshole who would blame people for doing something wrong, while they had no chance to hear about the plan yet. It's simply not their fault then.

The anime emphasized my point as well, actually! Zoro puts the blame on Luffy (lol, Zoro, how could you do that to your captain!!) and as soon as he does that, Law's tone and expression changes. He understands now the situation differently, he thinks Zoro *tried* to stop Luffy, but Luffy was the one to push for what he wanted anyway. And yet... and yet Law is not mad at Luffy. He takes it as a fact and accepts, even if he dislikes the outcome.

He knows this will lead to bad stuff, but he even stops being angry soon after. And do you know why? Yes, of course it's because he likes Luffy a lot and cares for him, but he would scold him (even if not as openly as Zoro) if he thought Luffy is being unreasonable. He does scold Luffy when he later goes directly for Kaido, after all!

So why not now? The answer might be surprising, but it's the only one that truly makes sense. That's because Law has faith in Luffy. He might think he acts unreasonably at times, that he destroys plans, but he does not doubt him, ever. And it's not just a Wano thing either, it was like that already in Dressrosa. He was surprised and tried to push Luffy away when he came to his rescue, but as soon as Luffy declared he's not gonna leave Dressrosa to it's own fate, Law shuts up and accepts it. He doesn't doubt him or his decisions, even if he thinks they might lead to undesirable outcomes.

I can't tell you when exactly Law gained his faith in Luffy. Punk Hazard? But he already waited with Luffy for the rest of Strawhats crew there when they were supposed to escape, even if he complained about it. He didn't leave on his own, he stayed, and he couldn't know if they escape safely or not, they were risking their lives by staying and waiting. But if Law didn't develop his trust in Luffy on Punk Hazard, then the answer can be only one: it happened already on Sabaody. And personally, that kinda blows my mind. Upon first meeting with Luffy, Law started to have deep faith in him. Of course, it doesn't mean he won't *worry* for him, that's a different matter altogether, lol.

Back to being a worry cat Law. "Where's Strawhat-ya?" he can be so one-track minded sometimes haha.

Finally, a reunion! Look at Luffy here, he's basically crying out his excitement at seeing Torao again. "It's been so long!!" it was two weeks indeed and he already told similar line to Zoro before, which is also quite curious. But the moment he spots Law, Luffy's full attention is on him, and he spots him almost immediately too.

Let's think about this reunion from Luffy's point of view, okay? He arrived at Wano and is pretty much alone. He's thrilled to see Zoro, but meeting Zoro was by pure chance, Zoro had no idea where Luffy is (nor where he himself is as well, probably, lol. It is Zoro after all). But Law? It's clear as day he seeked out Luffy (with his own initiative! not simply sending his crew after him! despite Bepo's little incident coming in the way too!) and he indeed found him. From Luffy's POV, Law was the one who searched for him to see him again, to reunite and probably to talk (it is Law, he does talk a lot - when it comes to plans xD). And to achieve that so quickly, it's clear he was waiting and observing, to show up and fetch Luffy as soon as he arrives anywhere near the centre of Wano.

And yeah, sure, Law doesn't say anything upon their reunion there, but Law never says any greetings, like ever, so this is in-character. But his eyes, the way he looks there at Luffy, seem to reflect the exact same sentiment Luffy has. Remember his "finally" line from before? Yep, it's been a long time, and not just for Luffy. They clearly both missed each other.

And then Law drops the bomb "This is rebellion". Wait, but where's the scolding for ruining all the plan?! Well, there's none.

Just a moment later Law just lets Luffy do whatever he wants and doesn't comment on anything anymore.

In anime he only sighs to himself. (also bonus points for sharing sweatdropping moment with Zoro, the guy who was with Luffy practically from the start, haha).

While the people in Okobore town are eating and celebrating, Luffy is talking with Tama, and Law is just there at the side, facing away. Why? He's guarding against the possible enemies approaching, it's his swordsman's instinct. And that's his response to Luffy's actions in the end. It's an alliance, they're in this together, if Luffy does something, Law actually follows through and he doesn't need any prompt for doing that. He falls into this role naturally, because... because he worries so much xD

And again, in the manga Law only ever scolds Zoro, and not Luffy. Luffy doesn't even have to apologize to Law, heh.

In anime they played this scene a bit differently, Luffy is mockingly roleplaying Law there, pretending to be scolding them and making a serious face (yes, this is Luffy mimicking Law's usual face and tone and words, lol. Ain't he cute? Luffy does it a lot to his crewmates actually, we saw him do that quite a number of times: he pretended to be Sanji, Zoro, Usopp and Chopper. Usopp often joins him, he pretended to be Robin before, for example. Luffy probably would have pretended to be Nami too if he wasn't afraid of her. Yet, he's not afraid of Law in the slightest, lol). Actually, it seems he made this impersonation of Law just because he wanted to get a reaction out of him, acting like a spoiled kid... or a spoiled younger sibling, in fact.

Law gets annoyed at the call out, but besides this one line "you don't get to scold anyone!" he still doesn't scold Luffy for what he did, at all. The scolding is only about "how dare you steal my line and use it inadequately!". In the anime he does get a small petty payback on him for this later, lol.

This is an interesting scene. Law asks why Kiku is tagging along and Luffy reassures him it's fine. After that Law doesn't question her anymore.

The anime even shows us that Law is seeking Luffy's opinion in particular, asking him to make sure "is it really okay?". He wants to know if Luffy trusts her. Upon hearing that he indeed does, he accepts it as good enough reason and neither asks again nor worries about Kiku's presence at all. Just because Luffy said it's okay.

That's Law's level of faith in Luffy, like I said before, he never doubts him and even seeks out his opinion. Someone (who by all means is smarter than Luffy himself) *seeks out* Luffy's opinion in particular, trusting it, despite the fact that most people think Luffy is just carefree and doesn't think about anything too deeply.

Even Luffy's own crew tends to doubt Luffy in smallest things (Robin warning Luffy about betrayals in alliances instead of trusting in his faith about Law, Usopp and Nami always protesting about dangerous stuff, Zoro doesn't trust Luffy handling a sword, Sanji thought Luffy can't beat Big Mom and also doesn't need him anymore despite Luffy saying otherwise etc.), but so far I didn't see even one moment in which Law doubted Luffy in any way. The closest to it would be on their trip to Dressrosa when he scolds him "we can't go there without a plan!" but literally one moment later he agrees to eat breakfast with them, just because Luffy declares it's meal time. He complained but still went on with it.

Let this sink in :)

This vid doesn't have the original voice lines since it's a music video (borrowed with permission from @lutorao ❤), but it's fine because I want you to pay attention to the dynamics here, which can't really be captured in screenshots.

Luffy is getting impatient and wants to know what Law and Zoro mean by the "ghosts of Wano". Zoro quickly dismissed him so Luffy moves on to pester Law about it and he acts totally spoiled about it. Frowning he leans to him from one side but noticing that Law looked at him, he moves away to his other side instead, and Law's eyes follow him there immediately. Luffy's frown turns into a playful expression instead, he's totally doing it on purpose because he enjoys when Law is looking at him.

Law is lost in his own thoughts, but as soon as Luffy approaches him, he gives him full attention, and he can't help but follow him with his eyes too. He catches himself falling for Luffy's little game, so he stops and answers him "you will see it soon enough when we arrive". Law totally got played here, he allowed it to happen actually, if anything he enjoyed it as much as Luffy did, but he feels like he can't lose his face so he puts an end to it with firm but also not dismissive words. After all he can blame only himself and his own affection for Luffy for falling for that little "attention seeking" game. This is yet another proof to me that Law likes to watch Luffy, likes to spoil him, likes to give him attention too. He doesn't do it all the time only because he wants to maintain his "face".

At the end of this scene Luffy gives up and calls Law "kechi" which is probably the most awful nickname Luffy have given anyone so far in the series (together with "four swords style" name-calling for Zoro lol). It's often translated as "mean", but we know Luffy better than that already, he would never call Law mean, not even while joking. Literally the Japanese word means something like "cheapskate", emphasizing Law's refusal to tell Luffy immediately, so Luffy thinks Law is holding out on him (he's just a bit bored and impatient though). I guess Luffy isn't used to be told to wait, not coming from Law at least. Law spoiled him too much heh.

Personally this is my second favourite Lawlu moment from Wano, besides the ghost story. And this one is anime-only ❤ great job, Wano's anime arc!

This is also Law and Luffy's moment. Luffy's surprise that there's no castle and Law reminding him "I told you it's ruins". In anime Luffy adds afterwards "oh, right!". It's just a cute conversation those two have. Also another moment showing us Law doesn't leave Luffy hanging, even if he has to repeat himself.

The same happens just a moment later, when they're walking around, and Luffy comments that this place is kinda creepy. Law also immediately replies to him, providing an explanation. Luffy really doesn't even have to ask for attention anymore, he's always getting it anyway. Law would never ignore him.

And here comes the fan favourite (mine as well hehe): Law tricking Luffy that Kin'emon and the rest of the samurais were ghosts all along. Yet another example of Law's teasing and deadpan sense of humour, btw.

Let's analyze it step by step. It's neccessary to point out that Luffy is actually the first one to arrive at the idea that "they're dead", without any sort of prompt from Law. Luffy immediately jumps on that idea "they have graves, are they actually dead, that's why I couldn't contact them" and then in his panic he asks Law "Where's Kin, wasn't he supposed to be here??". Law didn't really have to do much for Luffy to believe they're ghosts. All he had to do was to not deny it openly.

Now let's try to see it from Law's point of view. He simply showed Luffy the graves, witnessed him panic and then seeking confirmation or denial from him, because he would believe whatever Law would tell him, that much is clear. And Law couldn't stop himself from leading him on a bit more. He didn't actually lie to him in any way or actively tried to trick him, he just decided to say things that don't exactly deny or confirm openly the ghosts idea. His only responses are "it's not just Kin, look at other graves", and then "he might come up in the middle of the night, like yesterday", and finally "It's not my place to tell you". He's not lying, he's just slightly leading Luffy to spiral more into his own doubts, lol. Such a troll.

He's also super pleased about it, look at his shining eyes there. We never see Law's eyes shining like that, it's a proof of how amused he is despite his deadpanned face. Luffy on that other hand believes Law immediately and even lets go of him (anime-only extension of the scene), devastated. He got successfully trolled, lol.

We know Law is saying bullshit here, because his eyes are hidden, heh. Luffy gets so agitated he grabs Law by his clothes (first time he ever did that, Law gets his payback for that in raid on Onigashima). He's not doubting Law, not really, he's just really confused, because so far Law always gave him a clear answer, every time Luffy asked about something (and often even when he didn't ask). Law's reluctance to answer here clearly makes Luffy so worried, he is ready to kick ass of whoever caused Law to behave in this way, because he thinks it's just too painful for Law to properly say what's going on (the same way it took Law a while to share about his true reason why he's after Doflamingo!). Luffy's reaction is very understandable, but Law's? He's totally playing with him, lol. This all takes place in same episode in the anime, in which their playful interaction from above also happens.

Law probably thought it's cute how Luffy immediately jumped to the "they're ghosts!" conclusion. He wanted to see how far he can push him and how scared he can actually get. If you wanted proof of how much Law missed Luffy, this is actually it. Despite usually distancing himself so much, here he literally couldn't stop himself from playing a trick on Luffy, just so he can see a new face expression on his face. Law in Dressrosa wouldn't allow himself that, but Law after the two weeks of seperation does. Seperation makes the heart grow fonder.

It's worth noting that despite trolling him and getting grabbed, he still doesn't want to outright lie to Luffy :)

Law plays along when Kin'emon shows up. Law can be such a little shit sometimes, lol. Luffy is quickly getting more distressed.

And his surprise reaches it's peak here and he screams, terrified. Meanwhile Law just stands there, enjoying the show quietly.

Luffy is so relieved that Kin'emon is alright and isn't a ghost. And then he immediately complains to Law, accusing him of lying, to which Law calmly denies "I didn't say he was dead, did I?". This is literally the first time Law played a trick/joke on Luffy, and the bottom line is, Luffy isn't even fully aware of it. He just thinks Law was saying things in unclear way and tells him not to do that, lol. He suspects Law probably did it on purpose (after all he never did that to Luffy before! always providing clear explanations), but he still doesn't understand why ;)

Law turns away in the anime, probably with the intention to smile or snicker to himself without being noticed, but when Luffy makes an angry face at him, he can't help but look at him anyway. His eyes just always wander towards Luffy.

This is it, the in-depth analysis of the joke Law played on Luffy. Did it destroy it for you or made it even funnier ;)?

This is a fun little whimsical moment between them. Again, Luffy wonders outloud whether Kiku knows Kin'emon, and Law, completely unprompted, provides his own insight to clear Luffy's confusion. "It looks like more than just knowing each other" (implying: they're kinda close). Luffy doesn't get it immediately, but observes their interaction for a bit longer, and few moments later realization dawns on him.

And that's all thanks to Law, of course. He pointed it out to him as soon as Luffy voiced his confusion. This shows that not only Law always pays attention to Luffy and answers his questions, never ignoring him, but also helps him comprehend stuff Luffy never could before. Like a good older brother would.

It's the same in the manga, though it's a shorter version.

And then we have another reunion. Luffy gets hugged by Chopper and Carrot, and it seems Law is staring at them. Taking into account the scene before (him commenting on Kiku and Kin knowing each other very closely), it's likely he thinks the same way here about Luffy, Carrot and Chopper. He also might be a bit jealous actually, after all it seems Strawhats hug each other, but Law didn't get a reunion hug (not that he could handle it, seeing how poorly he handles most touches and closeness, but doesn't mean he can't wish or yearn a bit for one anyway). Also after observing Strawhats closeness with each other on multiple occassions, he tries to act more affectionately with his own crew as well. He's a good observer and learns a lot just from watching from the side.

And I ran out of space already in this part, haha (I thought I would at least make it till the scene when Luffy runs off to fight Kaido, lol). Including anime kinda affected the pace and made the post even longer! But I think all those additional scenes are really worth it, they're pure gems :3

Tbc in future parts about Wano :D

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When in Doubt, Blame Damian | Jason x Reader

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN! Reader

WC: 928

CW: Swearing, over thinking. It’s mostly kinda fluffy. No use of Y/N.

Author's Note: I got this idea while giving my dog a bath sooo here you go idk lol hope you like it🖤

Summary: You get a dog!! … but you didn’t tell Jason.

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You blamed Damian.

You normally blame Damian for a lot. More than you're willing to admit, sometimes for stuff he wasn't even involved in.

But this time you think it's actually his fault.

How could you not blame him? If he hadn't asked for a ride to the pet store. If he didn't insist that Titus absolutely needed a new friend. If he never put that little puppy in your arms basically forcing you to fall in love with the little baby that was giving you kisses, then you wouldn't be here right now.

You wouldn't be in yours and your boyfriend's apartment trying to figure out how to tell said boyfriend that you guys now had a dog. 

Would Jason be mad? Honestly? You didn't know. The topic of getting a dog or a cat has came up a few times.

He would usually say things like ‘Maybe’ or ‘Now's just probably not a good time’ it was never a definite yes or no.

So maybe it wouldn't be that bad, you thought to yourself trying to give yourself some confidence. 

I mean it was your apartment too. You contributed. And it would feel nice to have something to keep you company while Jason was on patrol or had to go somewhere for a while.

You'd hyped yourself up at this point you had some good arguments lined up for why it was a good idea.

You felt confident about your choice, especially when you looked down at the little puppy sleeping peacefully in his bed that was in your shared bedroom. You got this, you told yourself and you really believed that. You genuinely did.

That was until you heard the front door unlock. 

You rush out the room, closing the door softly trying not to wake up the puppy. 

You walked into the living room to greet Jason who was out all morning and most of the afternoon training with Dick, Cass and Duke. 

“Hey Jay.” You say giving him a soft kiss.

“Hi my love. How was your day?”

Jason says, giving you a tight hug, holding you for a moment. 

“Umm it was you know. It was fine. Hung out with Dames. Nothing crazy you know? How about you?”

You rambled pulling away from Jason trying not to sound suspicious while walking to the couch in the living room. 

Jason gives you a questioning look but ends up just dropping it and following you to the couch.

“It was fine. Just the normal shit. I missed you though.”

Jay pulls you into him while giving you a kiss on your head. You feel kinda guilty at this point.

You don't like keeping things from Jason. He has a lot of trust issues so it was important that you guys had a lot of honesty and communication in your relationship. 

You pull away from Jason and look at him, giving him a slightly guilty look.

“Jay, I have something to tell you. Don't be mad.”

“Did something happen when you were out with the Demon Spawn? Did he do something? What did he say? I'm gonna kick that little brats ass.”

Jason runs his hand through his hair already mad at Damian for whatever Jason thinks he did. 

“Jay calm down Dames didn't technically do anything. I did something, and before you get mad-”

You were interrupted when you heard a puppy bark and a slight clawing sound at the bedroom door and judging by Jasons face he also heard it. 

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

You give a little chuckle, now trying to play it off. Hoping that this isn't how Jason finds out but knowing that it is. 

“Babe Is there a dog here?”

“Um technically..? Yes?”

Jason sighs and gets up to the bedroom and opens the door letting the dog run up to you as he tries to climb up on you. You pick him up, putting him on your lap while he starts playing with your hand. 

“Babe, who’s dog is that?”

“Umm… Ours?”

“When did we get a dog?”

Jason says wide eyed and raises his eyebrows at you.

“It's all Damian's fault! He told me how lonely Titus gets sometimes and I felt bad and just look at how cute he is!”

You try to explain picking the dog up so Jason can look at him.

 “Don't be mad jay..”

You say putting the puppy on the floor so he can run around a little all while you look extremely guilty.

“Mad? Why would I be mad? Wait baby, is this what you were trying to tell me?”

Jason says sitting next to you on the couch while looking at you concerned. 

“Yes… I felt bad making a choice like that without you and I know how you don't like it when people hide stuff from you and I just don't want to make you mad.”

“Baby, I'm not mad. I'm not thrilled that you got a dog without me, especially because it was with the Demon Spawn. But I'm not mad.”

Jason says pulling you into him kissing the top of your head.

“You're not mad? Really?”

“I can't be mad at you baby. You mean everything to me.”

Jason says while the puppy runs up to you guys laying down at your feet.

“I'm still sorry Jay.”

“I know you are, baby. It's okay, promise. Now what's this little guy's name?”

Jason says picking up the puppy and looking at his face while you smile at them.

Maybe you shouldn't blame Damian… this time.

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Sweet Fae

Bear shifter!Price x Fairy!(fem)Reader (whose wings are paralyzed)

Tags: Predator/prey dynamic, size difference, just a bit scary, gore, death, shy reader, kinda awkward Price, a little fluff, building into fluff and smut (in future parts), CRINGE

This one is in Price's perspective!!

Note: Fairies in this fic are just really short, not super small like in Tinkerbell or something. Also, I made slight changes to this fic from the last time I posted it. Sorry for not uploading in a while!! I was pretty busy with life stuff.

Thanks for reading!! <3

    I stood there, tears resting on my cheeks, and watched her walk away without a word. No response to my quiet plea, just a slight turn of her beautiful face to look back at me. Though not a word was said, our locked gaze held a meaning that couldn’t be shaken.

    We would meet again.

    …

    With swift motions, I swung my axe over and over again. Even though the sun was going to set soon, the temperature remained just as warm as it was in its peak. Sweat beaded on my forehead and slid down to drop on the forest floor.

    My day was filled with constant attempts to get my mind off of her. Her small frame, her doe-like eyes, the way she held my face like we’d known each other for years…

    No! My thought scolded me as I shook my head. These feelings were just the byproduct of living on one’s own for too long, which is how it would stay. I didn’t need anyone messing up what I had built for myself. I was better off being left to my own devices. Who knows what I was capable of? Well, I guess I know even more based off of last night.

    That last thought made my chest sink. How could I be so out of control? How could I let myself stay out so late? I was lucky that the moon wasn’t full or else that poor girl’s fate would’ve been much different.

    “Damn it!” My yell echoed throughout the crowded forest, causing birds to shoot straight up from the trees and fly away.

    I looked up and saw that dusk had already settled in, making me realize that I needed to head back to the house. I didn’t even need to chop up more wood today; I already had enough wood for the next couple of weeks, but I was running out of things to do to distract my thoughts from that sweet faery. That sweet fairy I almost devoured. “Fuck,” I muttered, my self loathing starting to consume me.

    I gathered up my tools and two of the logs I cut and started to make my way back. The rest of the wood could be collected tomorrow.

    I took long strides to make it back in time before nightfall. My feet ached by the time I eventually made it back, which made me wince with every step I took. I dropped the logs and my tools somewhere near the front of the house; I was too tired to care or notice. Nothing and no one would steal from me anyways. Most of the forest knew what I was, so they chose not to come near me. No people were around either, unless you count the very few others like me that live here. We all had our respective territories though, and usually one does not cross them.

    Just as I was about to enter the house, I heard a slight rustle from behind me. Then I noticed a familiar…smell that piqued my interest. That smell…I knew that smell. I was ruminating on that smell for the whole fucking day. I eagerly glanced behind me, something my mind didn’t approve of. I shouldn’t have been that excited. I was supposed to be okay with being alone. Company was unwelcome.

    Those thoughts were interrupted when I saw her. Everything was interrupted when I saw her.

    She was just a couple feet away. I could smell her so clearly. Soft rain paired with some kind of flower. My chest tightened with the urge to reach out and envelop her in my arms, but I couldn’t. All I could do was stare down at her with the same wide eyes she was giving me.

    Was she scared of me? Of course she is.

    Then why would she come back here? Was my mind toying with me? Did my loneliness finally grab hold of my sanity?

    She walked up to me and spoke in a soft and cautious tone.

    “Hello.”

    Hello. Hello.

    “Hello,” I muttered back awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Where was all my charm from the night before?

    She spoke again. “Can I come in?”

    Come in?

    I cleared my throat. “Yeah, sure, of course sweetheart. Come in,” I said, putting a warm smile on my face. I held the door open for her as she slowly walked inside. I noticed her scan my house like she did last night, searching for every possible escape I assumed. Smart girl. Still, it brought my smile down just a bit.

    I shut the door behind me and offered her a seat at my table. I already had a meal cooking before I went out on my useless attempts to distract myself.

    I gave her a portion and then sat down across from her, which once again reminded me of how small she was. Each wing of hers was smaller than my arms. She had to be at least a foot shorter than me, maybe more. I was definitely much stockier than her too. Such a perfect little thing compared to a monster like me. The bear in me was a little too excited over that.

    The sound of her voice startled me out of my trance.

    “You’re staring.” She looked at me with an almost fearful expression, which made me feel like shit. I was sure she was expecting me to kill her by then.

    “I-I’m sorry. I was just lost in thought, that’s all. Do you like the food?” I sputtered out.

    “It’s good,” she said with a slight smile on her face. Is she making fun of me or is she smiling because she likes it?

    She looked at me with thoughtful eyes. “You’re probably wondering why I’m here again, aren’t you?”

    Actually I’m wondering why I’m so obsessed with you.

    “You could say that, yes,” I said with a breathy laugh.

    She hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath. I could tell that she was nervous to say it. My mind could only think of the worst things.

    “I wanted to see you again.”

    My eyes went wide for just a second. My heart exploded for just a second. She wanted to see me again? After I almost slaughtered her? After I had to save her from myself? After crying to her like a pathetic little boy?

    “You intrigue me. I’ve…I’ve never seen anything like you before,” she admitted shyly.

    I wished she’d never seen me in the first place. I wasn’t meant for sweet things like her and she most definitely wasn’t made for a savage thing like me.

    “You shouldn’t have had to,” I murmured, barely looking into her eyes now.

    She stood up from her seat and walked over to me. Even though she was standing, I was still a bit taller while sitting down. She looked up at me with those pretty eyes of hers, seemingly studying me.

    “I have a question,” I said.

    “What is it?”

    She was a forearms length away, which was too close for comfort. I could almost feel her breath on me. My heart skipped a beat.

    “Why?”

    Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why, what?”

    “Why would you want to see me again?” My voice was quiet.

    She smiled and let out a soft sigh. “I…I really don’t know.”

    Disappointment twinged inside me. Why was I disappointed? I should’ve wanted nothing to do with this fairy, but my heart wanted her to at least be a little glad about seeing me again.

    “I suppose I was just intrigued by you,” she said sheepishly.

    Just then, the hairs on my body stood up. My eyes widened and my body as I felt an unfamiliar presence close by, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the fairy in front of me.

    “Hey, what’s going on?” Her voice wavered.

    I ignored her. Something wasn’t right, and I needed to find out what. I quickly stood up and rushed to open the curtains to my window just a sliver, noticing that the sky was dark once again. Shit.

    I quickly closed the curtain in fear of my bear coming out in front of her. The moon’s light touching my face would become a disaster for her if I wasn’t careful. I didn’t even want to think about it.

    Suddenly, I heard it. Something was circling too close to my house. Something was ignoring the boundaries of my territory. The thought enraged my bear. Usually, I would kill a creature–or even a person–for this, but with her here, I couldn’t bring myself to. For some reason, I wanted her to know that she could be safe with me, even when that was far from the truth.

    I took a second to hone my senses to focus on what was outside…

    A shifter. The realization made my bear even more upset.

    I heard it sniffing the door, no doubt trying to find a way to get in. I glanced over to the pretty fairy and saw her eyes jolt open when she heard it too. My first instinct was to kill, but instead, I made my way over to her. I could see her shake from fear, making me even more angry at the stupid thing in my territory.

    “Sweethear–”

    Her eyes shot up at me. “Wh-what is that?” She said in a whisper that I could barely hear. I needed to do something fast. This stupid creature was ruining my chances at ever having some sort of connection with her. That very thought made my heart beat fast in my chest with panic. I had to do something to get it away from here without scaring her, but that was going to be very difficult to do.

    I gingerly held her hands in mine, looking into her wide teary eyes. “Listen to me. You’re gonna be alright sweetie, but you need to hide somewhere away from any windows alright?” I kept my voice low and steady. She nodded frantically and then went to hide under the kitchen table. Good enough.

    I returned my focus to the outside. That shifter would pay. My bear was already aching to turn and protect what’s ours. I decided that I’d have to sneak through one of the windows. The moon’s light would make me automatically shift but hopefully she wouldn’t see it. I ran to the back window, opened it, and jumped out.

    Fuck! I could feel the sharp pain all throughout my entire body as soon as the night’s air touched my skin. My bones broke and creaked and stretched in unimaginable ways. I could feel tufts of fur painfully shoot out from my body. I couldn’t even hear my grunts through the ringing in my ears.

    My vision blurred with tears until it became even clearer than ever before. The night wasn’t so dark anymore, signaling that I had fully turned. I would never get used to that feeling, no matter how many times I shifted.

    I wanted to take a breather like I normally did after my intense shifts, but I had no time. My bear was in control now and there was only one thought in his head.

    Protect what’s mine.

    My bear let out a roar, not thinking about how I was just trying not to scare the cute little fairy hiding in my house.

    The sudden thought of her suddenly turned my bear and I into a furious frenzy. Protect.

    I took quick and heavy steps toward the threat, making sure to make enough noise to distract it from getting in. When I finally saw it, my blood boiled even more. It was a wolf shifter. It had a long and droopy snout with saliva dripping from its mouth. Its dark fur would’ve made it almost impossible to see for the normal eye, but I could see it quite clearly. I could see every disgusting thing about it. Its hand, fit with long claws, had penetrated through the door, no doubt trying to unlock the door from the inside.

    Panic surged through me. This ends now.

    I charged over to it and shoved it down to the ground. I heard it let out a yelp, and then I felt claws slash through my back. The searing pain weakened me, making it easier for the wolf to gain the upper hand.

    It flipped me over with impossible strength, making my bear groan. I hurriedly hauled myself up before it could make another attack. He may have been strong, but he was no match for me. A bear was bigger than a wolf.

    He swiftly made his way back over to me to deliver another slash, but I caught his leg in my mouth and bit. Hard. The crunch echoed throughout the forest, as well as his pained howls. I stood to my full bear height, making him dangle from my mouth. I could taste blood starting to overflow in my mouth.

    The wolf continued to thrash and snarl in pain, making it harder to hold it up. The rest of its claws continued to slit through my skin, making me wince. Fuck.

    I whipped my head to the right to launch him toward a tree. Surprisingly, he got back up rather quickly.

    I went back down on all fours and stalked over to him, making sure to make my steps heavy. The ground almost shook below me. I looked down on him.

    Go. My bear said to it.

    The shifter just continued to bear its teeth at me, getting ready to throw another blow.

    I growled deep and thunderous. Go!

    Even a wolf of its size couldn’t help but be scared. It was stubborn, but not stupid. With one last snap of its teeth, it turned to limp away.

    The bear inside me huffed in amusement. What a stupid wolf, thinking it could invade my territory and survive. I jumped forward and crushed it below me. It howled and whined and shook until I opened my mouth wide and tore its neck open. The sound of bones shattering and tendons snapping filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction. I stayed there holding it in my jaws until he stopped moving completely.

    Once I knew the shifter was dead, my bear’s mind went back to the faery in my house. I walked back to the house and shifted back. The pain was almost dulled by the exhaustion that had taken over me, and I fell to the floor, naked and unconscious.

    …

    When I finally woke up, I heard a pretty voice humming. I opened my eyes and saw that it was my fairy. My heart swelled when I saw that she was tending to my wounds.

    “Hello sweetheart.”

    She jumped a bit, but then gave me a worried smile. “How are you feeling?”

    Wonderful with you here. “I’m alright.”

    She let out a sigh of relief. Such a caring girl. She should’ve been gone by now, but she was here, taking care of someone who didn’t deserve it.

    When she was done tending to my various lacerations, she turned away. “Let me go make you something to–” I interrupted her with a firm grip on her arm.

    “Stay.”

    She looked back at me confused. Cautious. Understandably so, because I didn't even know why I said that.

    “Lay next to me sweetheart.” When she still didn’t move, I gave her a playful pout. “It’ll help me feel better.” When she rolled her eyes and sighed, I knew I had won.

    We laid together in silence for a few minutes. It was unlike any silence I had ever known in my decades of solitude. It was warm. Comfortable. It was a silence that set my heart at ease. If I could, I would lay in it forever.

    “What’s your name?”

    Her pretty voice made my thoughts scatter away. I turned to her and saw her bright eyes gazing at me expectedly.

    “John. John Price.”

    A soft smile showed on her face. “John. I like that. It’s a sturdy name.”

    “Sturdy?” I let out a loud and genuine laugh. “I’ve never heard that before, sweetheart.” What a strange girl. I loved it.

    She looked almost embarrassed with that shy smile of hers. Adorable. “Well, you know, it just sounds like it would belong to a reliable person? I don’t know!” A small giggle from her filled the room and my heart.

    “What’s your name, little fairy?”

    She said her name.

    “Pretty.” Like her. I wanted to know everything about her. Every nook and cranny of her mind. I was going insane. My loneliness had taken a toll on me, I realized. What happened to leaving her alone?

    That one question opened up to hours of conversation. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. But there was something on my mind; something that I had been thinking about ever since I met her.

    “What happened to your wings?” I questioned in between a dip of silence in the conversation. That took her by surprise.

    “My–what?” She averted her eyes away from me, and I could tell she was growing nervous.

    Shit. Why did I say that? Am I a child? Why can’t I just hold my tongue? Stupid stupid stupid. “I-nevermind. It’s none of my business, I-I’m sorry–”

    She put a finger on my lips, silencing me. That one fraction of a touch made my mind go quiet. It seemed to have the same effect on her because she suddenly retracted her hand back. My bear whined.

    “No, no it’s,” she sighed, “it's okay. I get that question a lot.” The defeated look on her face made my heart ache.

    She took a deep breath. “My wings have always been like this. Paralyzed since birth. It’s extremely rare but I guess I got lucky.” She let out a bitter laugh. “Flying is such an important thing to the fairies. It’s sacred to us. It hurts when I can’t participate in our traditions. It hurts that they always look at me with that stupid pity of theirs. As if I’m not capable. As if I’m some sort of wilting flower.

    “It’s just hard being…different. Being the odd one out. Always.”

    “I know,” I said quietly. She looked at me in surprise with those beautiful eyes of hers.

    “You do?”

    “Yes.”

    She stared at me with expecting eyes, wanting me to say more. I wanted to. I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to show her how much I understood. Why couldn’t I just get the words out? Why couldn’t I just open up?

    Because she would run. She would never want to spend her precious time with a savage like you. 

    My mind was right. She would never look at me the same if I told her why. Why I was cast away. Why I had to live alone all these decades. She would run just like the rest–and for good reason.

    I looked into her expecting eyes and pulled a stray lock of hair behind her pointed ear. A soft hue of pink painted over her face and ears and I smiled. With a hesitating hand, she pressed my hand to cup her cheek, now smiling back at me.

    “Let’s just go to sleep, sweetheart.”

    I could see the disappointment flash in her eyes, but I ignored it. It was best to not get too intimate with her. She wanted answers, but she wasn’t going to get any and she’d just have to deal with that.

    As I closed my eyes, expecting her to leave, I felt a brush of her hand on my jaw, almost caressing it, before it retracted just as quickly. I almost smiled.

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[lauvieknows]

Lauvie’s Past

(I’m not a writer btw so this is the best I could muster up💔 She’s like 14 during all of this and her brother is 7 btw.) TW: Descriptions of death, like her mom is almost decapitated 😭

Ugh, these slugs!

Its a cloudy windy fucking Tuesday and my brother keeps digging up these weird colorful slugs and tries to shove them in my face! When will he realise that I absolutely HATE them? The only reason I’m out here in the backyard with him is because mom isn’t home and he refuses to go back inside.

“Luka, how many times do I have to tell you, I DONT want to see these stupid purple.. slimy worms! They’re weird!” I frown, pushing his hand away from my face before crossing my arms, huffing.

“Shut up! You don’t understand awesomeness, that’s why.. Look, here’s a pink one!” His eyes lit up again as he picked up another one from the soil, this time without a shell. He watched in fascination as it curled up on itself, as if vulnerable.

I cringed, leaning my head back to avoid contact with the slimy thing. It’s funny, you’d think I’d be used to weird sticky stuff living in Zaun. But a human is still a human and humans are different. Luka loves bugs and slugs, I hate them.

After a while of sitting and playing with him, I eventually grew tired but also, concerned. Mom has never taken this long whenever she went somewhere. “Back in a wink!” She’d say playfully, before pressing a kiss on both of our foreheads. There was no reason for me to worry, except there was. Because no Zaunite gets to live worry free as long as those enforcers get to walk freely down here.

“Lauv, when is mom coming back?” Luka asked absentmindedly, gently petting the same pink slug he found hours ago.

“I don’t know…” I answered, gently brushing the dirt off his hair before ruffling it. It’s been hours since she left, and each minute made the pit in my stomach deepen. Something was wrong, but I didn’t know what. I had already went inside once or twice to check if the stove was on, if the tap water was running, if any animal had gotten through our window to cause mischief. Nothing. Should I go out and look for her? Even though that’s the exact opposite of what she’d want, she couldn’t blame them. She’s been gone since lunchtime, it was almost dinner.

“Hey, wanna go look for her?” I suggested, smiling a little enthusiastically to bring my brother’s sinking spirit up. Maybe he could feel it too, that gnawing pit that ate away at your stomach, trying to warn you that something was going bad, horrible even. He nodded before grabbing my hand and standing up. It won’t be that hard, we’ll just have to check the bridge, The Last Drop, maybe further down the Lanes where her friends lived… yeah. We���ll find her.

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We looked everywhere. The bridge. The Last Drop. We even went so far into the underground we almost got snatched by some chembarons! We looked everywhere, we saw everyone, but no Mom. She wasn’t anywhere.

“Do you think-“

“Don’t. They have no reason to. Not like they’d care, but just- Don’t say that.” I interrupted, holding his hand tighter as if that would calm the storm inside my head. We were on our way to the river, hoping, praying, that she might’ve just forgot about us and decided to enjoy the sunset, that she was finally taking time for herself. But I knew that was impossible, because no one can truly rest and breathe in this hellhole.

“We’ll find her.”

Let alone a mother.

———

The wind blew gently, kissing the men in blue uniforms as they patted eachother on the shoulder and gave eachother approving nods. They tucked their guns close to their chests before walking away with straight and proud shoulders. As if they just completed a successful mission of getting rid of a bother. Getting rid of nuisance, a criminal. A Zaunite.

Luka frowned at the sight, trying to pull me away from their direction so that we wouldn’t have to deal with interrogation because even he, a 7 year old child, knew how much of a nightmare those Enforcers could be when they wanted to.

But wouldn’t I budge.

I couldn’t move. It was as if time had stopped the moment my heartbeat did. No.. We were too late.

“No..” I whispered, slowly walking towards the grass near the river because right at the edge, close enough to be kissed by the gentle waters, was Mom.

My breath hitched, eyes widening. My grip on Lukas hand loosened as he stood behind, too scared to come forward. There was no way…

“Mom! Shit, don’t joke around like this- It’s not funny! Come on..” I tried to chuckle as I ran up to her, crouching down to try and wake her up. Tried to make the sound that I knew would’ve woke her up in an instant if she were to truly be faking it. But it wouldn’t make sense. She would’ve never done something as insensitive as pretend to die.

I kneeled down next to her body, my hands hovering over her body as if deciding where to hold first. I took a closer look at her, one that I would regret forever.

I gasped, my hands immediately retracting to cover my mouth in pure shock and terror. Her neck. The neck that was usually adorned with shiny jewels passed down from generations, soon to be passed down to me, was now scarred so deeply. Those red cuts, deep enough to expose her red flesh, so obviously made with force and struggle. She could’ve been beheaded. Her throat was slit so deeply, so inhumanly. The blood had soaked into the soil underneath, bleeding into the water beside her and dyeing her newly blonde hair a dark crimson. I placed her nearly severed head on my lap, soaking my dress instead. Her dress.

She had bullet wounds. Her long purple dress had holes with blood pooling through. She used to be so full of warmth, and they drained everything from her. As if they wanted to make sure she had no warmth left to embrace us with if she was given the chance.

“Mom… I-“ I gasped. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to scream and run away from her corpse in disgust and fear, but I couldn’t. Her head tipped back and more blood poured down my lap, making me let out a scream that startled my brother. It was holding on by a thread at this point.

“Why would they do this to you?..” My voice was shaky as I tried to figure out a way to hold her without breaking her. My vision was blurring with a sea of tears, but I couldn’t look away, I just slowly held her close, trying to warm my draining heart with her drained body. Console myself with her presence.

“.. Lauv?”

I froze.

Luka.

I couldn’t let him see this. I couldn’t let the monstrosity the enforcers had left my mother in taint my brother’s image of her. Atleast I was old enough to understand the true depth of this. He was just a kid.

“Luka, look away. Now.” I tried my best to sound firm, despite how shaky and weak my voice was. He must’ve gotten the hint, his small feet immediately turning to face away from her corpse.

“.. Is she okay? She’s not.. dead, is she?” He said in a small voice, fidgeting with his fingers anxiously. Oh mom, why did you have to leave now? Why not when we’re older and wiser? At least then I’d know how to handle this.

I wanted to tell him that yes, mom was gone, dead. She was never gonna come back again. We were never gonna see that fond look on her face everytime he did something to impress her. Never gonna hear her voice reassure us as the armed men raided our neighbours, telling us that that would never be us. That she would never let them take us.

But she never reassured us that they would never take her from us.

And I, just stayed quiet. Slowly running my finger over her lids to put her to rest, letting the grieving air spell it out for him instead. Maybe Janna could explain it better than I could.

———

Slowly, gently, we let her float away.

In the river that she always took us to watch, how the waves crashed against the shore, how the calming hum of the river always managed to lull Luka to sleep. But also, to play. To teach Luka how to swim, to teach me how to swim, to find the prettiest rock and to then throw it back into the water the farthest we could.

In the river that she found the most peace with.

Now, she could finally rest in peace with the waters she’d dreamed of flowing with. Free, and without worry. I had wrapped her neck up with some white cloth to make sure she’d stay intact and Luka helped me change her into a pink and yellow dress. Pink was my favourite colour and yellow was his. Now, wherever she decided to float away to, she’d still have us with her.

I held Lukas hand once again, watching with silent mourning eyes as the water pulled my mother away and felt my soul go with her. I didn’t have any tears left to cry and the boy was just.. there, his mind seemingly still in denial. He held a neon purple slug with green splotches all over it close to himself. Holding it close as if it was mom reincarnated.

Maybe that’s what the enforcers saw when they murdered my mom. The same way I’d step on those gross slugs Luka would bring home, crush them until they’re nothing but matter, they crushed her. They shot her down and sliced her throat open, playing with her corpse because we weren’t human enough to them. We were just bugs to stare at in pity. To be fascinated with, study, just to then be thrown away. But she wasn’t no bug, and they probably realised that. That’s why they went so hard on her. The state they left her in, eyes wide open and mouth gasping. Not from pain, not from shock, but from fear and grief.

Because now, her children were orphans, and she couldn’t do anything about it.

[drgenius-reid]

In the Quiet

A/N: Happy New Year! I wrote this short little piece for the wonderful @foxy-eva. I hope you like it, friend! 🤎

Summary: After partying at Rossi’s, you and Spencer are in bed together talking about the family you have at work. 

Word Count: 1320

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol. I think that’s it, honestly. 

It was in the quiet, when it was just you and Spencer in bed, recounting the day you’d had with the only light coming from the moon outside, that you loved the most. It was when Spencer pulled you lovingly into his arms and held you close, pressing soft kisses to your temple mumbling, ‘You’re allowed to rest, my love,’ against your skin. 

It was when your mind was far from quiet, still reeling from a gruelling case that had well and truly taken everything out of you, and you didn’t want to relax but tried anyway. It was in your fiancé’s arms, your head on his chest and his heart beating against your cheek where you were almost able to forget everything you had seen and calm down from a busy evening out with friends.  

After getting home from a rather demanding time in Ohio that took more out of you than normal, you’d gotten to the office to find Penelope dancing around the office to try and forget about the gruesome details you’d had to feed her during the case. The second she saw you all walk through the doors to the bullpen she lit up even further, rushing over to you with a tray of drinks. 

‘I thought we could have a little BAU party!’ She beamed, holding the tray for you all to take a drink from it. You knew that she was trying to ignore the pain that rushed through her in the only way she knew how, by showering everyone with love and positivity. And fun drinks. ‘These ones have no alcohol but if we go to the bar we can absolutely get alcoholic ones.’ 

Unlike everyone else, Rossi found the idea of going to the bar less than appealing. Not when he had perfectly good alcohol and floors and tables that weren’t sticky at his place. Everyone was more than willing to take him up on the offer, knowing that he had the good stuff that you didn’t have to pay for. 

Within minutes of finishing your drink and JJ putting the empty glasses in the kitchenette to clean the following day, you all headed down to the parking garage so that you could head to Dave’s house. You and Spencer, who had gotten to work the previous week on public transport, climbed into the back of Derek’s car where Spencer rested his hand on your thigh instantly. 

Neither of you were huge fans of PDA but in the quiet moments where he put his hand on your body and held you close were some of your favourites. The warmth of his hand radiated through your body and made you forget about the cold Virginia weather momentarily. 

‘Do we think that Emily and Derek decided to go to a club after like they said they would in the car?’ 

Spencer’s nose was buried in your neck and you sighed happily as he snuggled into you. Despite him not showing huge amounts of physical affection while you were out of the house, the second you were in your own space he was all over you. His hands roamed your body any time they could, and he loved to hide his face in your neck with his lips trailing over your skin. 

‘There is a ninety nine point nine percent chance that they are currently in a club somewhere being one another’s wing…person.’

Emily and Derek, though happy to be going to Rossi’s house for the evening, had spent the entire car ride talking about whether they had it in them to go partying after the party. 

‘Our very own two person after party!’ Emily had laughed as Derek pulled up to a stop sign. ‘We can be each other’s wing person. Think of all the ladies, Morgan. Think of the ladies.’ 

Derek turned to face Emily and tilted his head. Even in the dim light of the car you knew that he was smirking. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as the light turned to green and he accelerated once more. 

‘Well if it’s for the ladies.’ 

‘And the point one percent?’ You asked Spencer, gripping his hand that sat at your middle tightly, needing to be as close to him as physically possible. 

‘They’re passed out somewhere in Rossi’s house.’ 

You breathed a laugh and made a mental note to text Emily before bed and find out what she wound up getting up to after you and Spencer had left Rossi’s. 

‘If we’d have stayed there any longer we would have passed out on his couch too. Well I would have anyway. You slept on the jet for most of the flight. Even through turbulence!’ 

Spencer hummed against your neck, trailing his lips across the soft skin. The heat from his breath and the softness of his kisses had your eyes falling closed on their own accord. You relaxed yourself into his touch, physically feeling the stress leave your body. He ran his tongue across the bottom of your neck before pecking his way up to your cheek. 

You twisted around in his arms and pressed your lips to his softly. Even after years together it felt surreal kissing Spencer. He was still just as gentle as he had been when you first started dating, taking his time with you as he held you close. When he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, begging you for the access he desired the most, your heart fluttered deep in your chest. 

Your hands pushed through his hair until they settled at the nape of his neck where you held him close as you kissed him back, granting him the access he craved. He tasted like fruit juice–sweet and sticky, and oh so intoxicating. His chest heaved against yours when he pulled away to rest his forehead on yours. 

‘Tonight was fun,’ he whispered against the silence of the room. ‘Thank you for not letting me get out of it.’ 

You laughed softly and cupped his cheeks delicately. ‘You’re welcome, handsome. It was really nice getting to share that with you. And with everyone else.’ 

‘It was,’ Spencer whispered, capturing your lips in a small peck. ‘Did Penelope send you those photos yet?’ 

Reaching over Spencer you grabbed your phone from the nightstand and settled back into his arms, shifting until you could use both hands. As promised, Penelope had sent you the photos she had taken that night. There was no denying that they were some of your favourite photos ever. 

They all so perfectly highlighted the fun that you’d all had together–Derek and Emily dancing around Dave in the kitchen as he tried to pour everyone a drink; Penelope and JJ dancing in the living room with Hotch in the background laughing at their dance moves; and one of you and Spencer curled up on the sofa, one of Spencer’s hands on your thigh as you leaned your head on his shoulder. 

Out of them all, your favourite photo by far was one that you were all in. You all huddled in the living room while Penelope set her camera on a timer on the mantel, telling you all to get ready because she wasn’t willing to take more than one photo. 

Something got lost in translation though because when she looked at the photo she bowed her head in shame. Emily had turned to flick Derek’s ear, JJ was staring at them telling them to stop acting like children, Hotch and Rossi were staring at the camera with rigid smiles, Spencer’s eyes were closed and you looked cross eyed. 

All the while Penelope had the biggest grin on her face. It was the worst photo that could have ever been taken but it was also your favourite because it showed everyone so perfectly. 

‘I like that one.’

‘It’s just…us,’ you smiled. ‘It’s-’

‘Family,’ Spencer finished for you. ‘It’s a family.’

[heartach3d]

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newt x reader

requested by @that-choir-girl !

and it's gonna be like when Minho got taken but instead of him its newt

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"are you sure about this thomas.." I ask grabbing the futuristic looking mask and hesitating before putting it on my head.

"y/n you've got to stop overthinking. were just gonna go in there and pretend we belong there okay?" he said adjusting the mask over his face.

"alright alright I know sorry" the mask was a little loose since it's not really mine.. stolen!

but anyway all we have to do is use teresa to get through all the levels and get newt out of there. I'm just glad I don't have to go alone because even though I definitely would without hesitation it would be even scarier.

I've known newt since the beginnings of the maze and I'm definitely not gonna give him up now.

right when things got good and we thought we were safe and stuff everything goes wrong again.

we had took her through the lobby and up the elevator with no problem and then we saw janson.

he came up with us and I could tell by thomas breathing that he was genuinely angry at him. they had light conversation since, of course he didn't know about who he really was.

and while we left he bumped into him and I cursed quietly. can't he just hold it back for a while so we can make this a accomplished mission?

we finally made it to the main lab area after what seems like forever. they knew we were here now and we had to hurry. I know it wasn't a good idea but we decided to all split up.

gally with the kids figuring out a way into the safe thingy, thomas trying to distract while staying close to me, and I'm trying to find where they are keeping newt.

we thought we had found him at first but it was just all the other kids meanwhile he's being kept somewhere else.

we should have known.

he stayed a little while behind me looking out while I tried to find him in different rooms away from the other one we found.

I heard shooting and stuff behind me but I didn't know what else to do so I tried to open up more rooms faster. I had stolen the key off of teresa last minute and it was a good thing too.

I called out his name every once in a while and I heard a faint voice call back. I called out more frantically this time and heard him again.

I unlocked the room he was in and could never be more relieved to see him laying there. only it looked like he was in a massive amount of pain.

"oh no no no newtie" I say frantically looking around and then trying to lift him up. it was a bit of a challenge but I could do it as long as I didn't get into any altercations.

they must've been running so many tests on him and he was just tired out by now. "come on newt help me a little I know how hard this is" I mumble in his ear for his help.

I can sense him trying to help but it just wasn't gonna happen. I sigh picking up more of his body weight and getting him out the room.

if I could only find thomas it would definitely be better. I drag him through the halls looking for thomas when I hear shooting that seems to be back and forth.

even though its dangerous I go towards it and see thomas at the end of the hallway running towards us, not even noticing us at first.

"thomas come help me!" I yell out and he turns to face us and his face lights up. he runs towards us and I hand newt over a little just to get his weight off.

I grab his gun since he is carrying the most weight and look around for anyone to see if they are coming.

"it's clear come on!"

-

after we got out I had to see if newt was okay like I knew he wasn't but I still wanted to check him you know?

"newt.. newt!" I whispered in front of him as he tried to sleep. I wouldn't mind it of course if it was any other time but we still had a ways to go after our little break.

he snapped out of it quickly like it had been multiple instances which he had to. my poor boy I can't even imagine what he's been through.

"hey newtie.. you don't got any injuries or anything hm?" I looked all over him to see if its anything I could see but nothing in eye view.

"just tired"

I felt as my heart could break when I heard what he said.

"we still have a ways to go pretty boy can you hang on much longer?" I gently moved hair away from his eyes as I gave him a weak smile.

"I can try" he mumbled out and I nodded while sitting beside him this time.

"well when we have to get up I can notify you but for now we can just sit here"

he slowly nods before laying his head on my shoulder and drifting into a soft sleep again for the times being.

I am going to kill janson.

jello hope you liked it! idk the first part is ass and doesn't make sense but the last part is good kinda at least!

[jollyhunter]

Jolly!

Beau, Ben and Dean all show up at your house and your hubby isn’t home (I swear you said you had one somewhere, forgive me if I’ve misremembered) - what are you going to do realistically or otherwise -

AND GO

(Seriously no pressure. I was inspired by one of our moooots)

OH DEAR - BETH - HOW COULD YOU ASK ME THIS WHEN YOU KNOW I'VE GOT A PARTNER (jkjk, I love your ask, keep 'em coming)

You really put me in a pinch though lmao

Okay, I got to put a disclaimer here; This answer turned out way longer than I had planned and it's kinda tmi later (below the 'Realistically' part), but we all signed up for this judgement-free sinner site so whatever.

Let's start out with otherwise, which I have posted separately HERE as my HEADCANONS on how I'd imagine them to react.

And here's my personal take on it. (you may click away now, I won't judge you, I swear)

Alright, so. Realistically:

Honestly? I wouldn't even get to see them because I wouldn't open the door LMAO.

We just don't do that. You don't announce yourself before you come over? Nope, not even gonna bother to check the door. I'll hide in the corner of our bathroom pretending to be occupied. (Except it's that time when the mail man comes by. Then I have to.)

My dog on the other hand will very much like to open the door. Thankfully we have two doors, the second one's a heavy one so he can't open it. But I wouldn't be surprised if he'd figure it out somehow and Dean, Beau and Ben would be faced with a fully-grown White Shepherd on his zoomies.

Why do I feel like Dean and Beau would love my boy while Ben would just scowl at him for shoving his snout up his crotch? Yes, he does that. With strangers, strong enough to make them double over. (he just wants to play, I swear. No, really. He loves humans, a trait he clearly didn't get from me 😂 I must come across like a terrible person lmao. But despite all this I'm super kind and polite and sweet, pinky-promise.)

Alright then. Let's just go with this scenario for a moment. I'd scramble after my dog. And the moment I'd come face to face with them, I would probably freeze up first - then question my sanity (why's Jensen fuckin' Ackles at my door? Why's he three times at my door? And how does one get this high as a kite without ever touching a single coke? - not the drink one - the white stuff Ben likes to bury his nose in (and I wouldn't even know where to get from, right Beth? 😜)

Pretty sure Dean would give me his lopsided smile along a "Hey, sweetheart." which would already have my legs weak.

Beau would be crouched down, ruffling my dogs fur and wave up at me with a polite "Sorry to disturb ya, darlin'."

While Ben - well - his intense, narrowed hawk-eyes would just be my nail in the coffin.

And I'd just check out.

A little tmi; You know the timing of your ask is oddly perfect? Just a few days ago, my partner and I were talking about ‚what if‘ scenarios. Like - I think there was once that trend going around where couples would ask for a theoretical free card for some celeb? Yeah something like that.

And. Well. He knows I‘ve got a crush on Dean 😂 and he knows about my smut-writing and fuckin supports it (!! That man, seriously, I don't know how I deserve him). So, uh, back to the question and without getting into the spicy details, let’s just say I’d theoretically get the permission to bring one of the gents to our bed. 🤣

Who would I pick? I'd have to say Dean, always. <3

[my conscience holding me back from getting a bite of Dean, Ben and Beau all at the same time if I didn't have to pick]