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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 2 years ago

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Hello can you do a cute date imagine when the reader a extrovert person, have a soft spot for the Gorgon, and he ask her on date (Xavier helped) and they kiss. 😊

yep!

GREEN BEANIE

Pairings: Ajax Petropolus x Fem!reader Summary: ^^^ Warnings: none Note: I made Enid help a little bit too

you looked over Enid's shoulder to the boy that sat with Xavier at a table, smiling widely as he rambled to him.

"talk to him!" Enid stopped her train of thought when she followed your eyes to see you making heart eyes at Ajax, you looked at her with a shocked expression

"are you kidding? I can't. I'll embarrass myself" you chuckled nervously

"well what about the gift you got him, you have to give it to him!" she beamed as you shook your head vigorously

"no I don't, it's stupid anyway, he'll hate it" you whined, trying to get the smile off her face

"no he won't, I think he'd love it" she tried reassuring you.

she always did this, she always made sure you didn't feel stupid or like anything was a bad idea, because as much as you were extroverted, you still had doubts, and so did she. it's what made you get along so well.

"no, Ajax probably doesn't have one in the colour because he doesn't like the colour itself, it's stupid, I'll just return it" you sighed, looking over her shoulder again to see the said boy not at the table anymore

"ok then don't give it to him just yet, but don't return it" she furrowed her eyebrows

"don't return what?"

you jumped slightly to see Ajax and Xavier standing behind you with smiles on their faces, although Xavier's what lopsided and tired.

"nothing. how are you both?" you grinned, looking between the two

"tired" Xavier responded shortly with a yawn, you gave him a sympathetic smile and turned to the Gorgon who was subtly looking at your lips, wondering why they look more shiny than usual.

"Ajax?" you said quietly, tilting your head at the boy who seemed a little high

"I'm good" he whispered, glancing at your eyes before diverting them to your lips again

"what are you looking at? are you high again?" you asked

he shook his head slightly, finally looking at your eyes fully

"you have something on your face" he rushed,

"do I?" you furrowed your eyebrows, using the back of your hand to wipe the imaginary stuff on your face

"not you, her" he pointed over your shoulder to someone behind you.

you turned around to see who he was looking at to see no one there, and when you turned around, you watched the two boys walk away into the main hallway.

you stood there confused, wondering why they left and where Enid went to but you soon shrugged it off.

Enid knocked on the door hurriedly, holding the green beanie with a note inside in her hand, waiting for the Gorgon to open the door

"hey, Enid? what are you doing here?" he quizzed, his brows knitted together in confusion

"I have something for you, well- it's not from me- here" she held out for him to take with a big cheeky smile on her face.

"anyway, goodnight" she smirked, turning on her hells and walking away

Ajax looked down at the beanie on his hands as he shut the door hesitantly.

he held it from the top and watched as a note fell from the inside

he picked it up and examined the note with the handwriting written in a green glitter pen

I noticed you didn't have a green one ;)

it read.

he smiled as he figured it could only be you, he had shown you the collection of beanies he had, he had all the colours you could imagine, with different shades but you noticed that he didn't have a single green one in there.

he put it on his bedside table, knowing he'd wear it tomorrow and neatly stuck the note in a draw.

Xavier pushed Ajax into the library, you immediately coming to view as you sat at a table, your nose stuck in a book at they walked towards you.

"I can't, she'll say no" Ajax whispered

"no she won't, we've already had this discussion, what's the worst thing that can happen?" Xavier muttered with an eye roll

"she could say no" the shorter boy murmured, playing with the zipper of his jumper

Xavier pulled Ajax behind a bookshelf, shoving his shoulders

"the only way she'd probably say no is if you yell it at her. and let's be honest, you do that when you're nervous, soo. what do you not do in this situation?" Xavier questioned sarcastically

"ask her out, that's not what I should do in this situation" Ajax gulped

"this situation is to ask her out. not chicken out, you either go out there and tell her how you feel or run out of this library and regret not telling her when she finds someone else. she'll say yes" Xavier huffed

Ajax peaked his head out from the bookshelf to see the back of your head, still reading while eating a cookie. he turned back to his best friend and looked down, shaking his head

"you don't know that. let's just go, this is stupid" he whispered

"you're right, I don't know that, but I have no reason to think she'll say no, and this isn't stupid, you are. you're gonna walk over there and tell her and then you'll take her to the date, Enid's setting it up as we speak, don't let it go to waste" Xavier shrugged his shoulder.

he sighed at his friend and continued to encourage him

"look, I know Gorgon's are taught not to engage with people, but- why else would she care so much to let you show her a beanie collection?" he questioned

"I don't know. to see what protects her from getting stoned" Ajax responded tiredly

"because she likes you, no one cares about beanies that much, especially to buy another one in a different colour for you" Xavier commented, growing bored at the Gorgon's nervousness

"she's just nice like that though. she's like that to everyone, she's outgoing" Ajax brushed it off

"she's never bought me anything"

Ajax's grip on the flower he held tightened, he scrunched his nose and took a deep breath, turning around, a sudden wave of confidence came washing over him as he walked towards you

"wish me luck" he muttered to Xavier

"you don't ned it" he laughed

you felt a tap on your shoulder and someone clearing their throat behind you. your turned in the chair, looking at at Ajax who had a lopsided grin panted on his face.

you could see a droplet of sweat falling from the edge of his beanie as he held out the flower to you

"this is for you" he slightly yelled, startling you, making you blink rapidly at him

"oh? thank you, Ajax, it's beautiful!" you beamed up at him, delicately taking it from his clammy hands.

"you are" he stared down at you

you giggled "what?"

"you're beautiful" he repeated, his mouth agape as he looked at your shiny lips that looked even more shiny than the few days prior

"you're too sweet, Jax" you shook her head happily

you noticed at the green beanie that hugged his head nicely, hiding the deadly reptiles on his head, he saw you looking and smiled

"thanks, by the way. it's really nice" he rolled his ankles, his frame slightly going shorter and taller within a few seconds as he went up and down.

"I mean you can't say you have a full rainbow when you don't have one of the prettiest colours in there" you laughed, noticing one of his snakes coming out of the beanie, the deep green scales shining in sunshine from the window at the top of the room.

"do you wanna go out with me?" he asked, redirecting the conversation to the point of him being there making heart eyes at you

"I'm sorry?" your eyes widened slightly with your lips parted

"do you wanna go on a date with me?" he questioned again, getting ready to run out of the library without you in his arms

"I'm mean- of course, yeah" you agreed, smiling at him sheepishly

"really? o-ok, let's go then" he held out his hand, making you confused

"oh you mean now? ok um- sure" you shut the book and put it in your bag, putting it around your shoulders, taking his hand

"I thought we couldn't go to town today" you mentioned, following him out the library without noticing Xavier a few feet after you, smirking at the both of you

"we aren't going to town"

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you smiled as you saw a blanket on the flower clad grass, a basket filled with a baguette and grapes.

he took your bag off your shoulder and set it down on the blanket, holding your hand as you sat down in front of a little platter of food, two chocolate croissant with a few strawberries and blueberries in a little bowl next to it.

"when did you do this?" you asked him, giggling as he pulled out two little glasses from the bottom of the basket, he got a little bottle of juice at poured it in the glasses handing you one as he took a sip

"earlier" he replied with a small shrug

"so all of this was set up before you asked me? what if I said no?" you tilted your head

"I would probably sit here eating all of this by myself in self pity" his nose scrunched at the thought

"good thing I said yes then huh?"

"yeah" he nodded shortly, pulling off the mesh food protector off the food, placing it beside the platter

"strawberry?" he offered

"sure" you grabbed one, taking it to your lips and taking a bite

Ajax watched as the pink juice of the fruit stained your lips

he reached over to your bag, pulling out your book and handing it to you

"read to me" he cutely demanded, taking a blueberry and popped it in his mouth, wincing as he tasted the sour juice in his tongue.

"alright then" you flipped to your page, moving the basket to his side so you could lay on your stomach, propping yourself on on your elbows as you started reading to him

after a page of reading, your heard a light snap and soon a tiny branch of little soft pink and white flowers were beside you

"don't pull them off the tree, that's mean" you stated, making him fiddle with his fingers.

he was sat beside you, legs crossed with his hands on his lap, his legs slightly bouncing

"sorry" he apologised shyly

you closed the book, leaning up on your side, just looking at him

"you already gave me a flower, I don't need any more" you responded with a smile

you noticed him staring at your lips again, licking his own

"why do you keep looking at my lips?" you quizzed, half sitting up again, getting closer to him

"they look so...shiny and- and pink and soft- kissable" he whispered

"why don't you kiss them and found out" you dared, glancing at his thin pink lips

you noticed his breath hitch as he looked at you taken back

"can I?" he asked, leaning down slightly

"please" you smiled, leaning forward where he closed the gap, pressing his lips against your own, resting his hand on your cheek.

you leaned into his palm as you placed your hand of his chest, setting up fully to kiss him properly

"I really like you" he confessed

"I really like you too" you admitted

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#ajax petropolus #ajax wednesday #ajax x reader #ajax petropolus imagine #ajax petropolus fanfic #cute #date #imagine #oneshot #wednesday addams #wednesday series #wednesday 2022 #georgie farmer #xavier thorpe #enid sinclair

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scaly-freaks · 7 months ago

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The wolf den is one of my favorite books. Really changed the way I write relationships and characters.

(Your) Amara is such a lovable character. You write her with so much love and your love and care for her really shines through in the story. Her vulnerabilities and strength makes her so easy to love and genuinely relate to. She’s a uch a cool and unique character. I’m a huge Amara fan

I’m absolutely loving Alys and Amara ! They’re so weird and adorable? That scene where Alys is acting all creepy imitating aegon and Amara’s like “omg that’s so cool I want to be a witch” was kind of wholesome. I know that Alys and Larys are probably playing some bigger game, but I’m hoping that Alys could be a friend to Amara.

And poor little Jaehaerys and jaehaera!!! As much as I believe that aegon genuinely loves his children, at this point he kind of sees them as cute toys and not as actual human beings. I’m not justifying him separating Amara from Jaehaera, but I also don’t think he understands the severity of his actions - for both Amara and jaehaera - who needs her mom!

Aegon leaving his kids to the nannies was so sad. Alicent’s gone and Amara is banned from seeing jaehaera. But Amara and Jaehaerys bonding was adorable.

Aegon is being his usual self, making everyone’s life miserable because he feels rejected by someone he loves. He’s really not as smart as he thinks he is. Getting a new lover to make Amara jealous? He has tried that before and it didn’t work!! He’s just reaffirming her belief that she shouldn’t let herself love him.

Aahh thank you so much :')

I hear so many i don't read OC fics and urgh I hate OC fics they're just author self-inserts so it made me a little 'eh' about it at first. I think OCs are fucking amazing, and they may start out as author self-inserts but as they experience more of the plot, they take on a life of their own, so I really don't understand the vitriol against them. Besides, all literature is author self-insert to an extent. It is coming out of someone's brain, and you expect it not to be coloured with who they are as a person? Don't be daft. Even y/n fiction is author self-insert because they're the ones writing it.

Though I suppose I understand any objections if the OC in question is a Targaryen sister/daughter, rides three dragons, kills Alicent and Alys Rivers and Aegon, rides Aemond, makes Rhaenyra queen, and then becomes queen herself.

Not to get kinky over the Alys-Amara thing (age gap...I support this one), but I had this vivid scene in my head where she and Amara...you know, do stuff, and in the middle of it, Alys starts speaking with Aegon's voice, so it's like he's there with them. And it wreaks havoc on Amara, and she orgasms almost immediately with Alys between her legs (and Aegon's voice down there too...okay I'll stop). Anyway, I bet Amara would be the first to try and suggest Alys fucks the pair of them together, and I don't know how Aegon feels about sharing but I hope he says yes (it'd be the first time he actually sees Amara being pleasured by someone else, whereas she's seen him literally pounding Mirian).

Aegon absolutely loves his children, and I think is afraid his inactivity in regards to them will turn him into Viserys 2.0. But being too proactive is also detrimental as we're now seeing. I do headcanon that both Jaehaera and Jaehaerys grow up to be very violent people, but they actively understand their father and in an almost sociopathic way, hide the worst of themselves from him so he never suspects a thing. Everyone else suffers, but Aegon of course believes his own kids (ironically, he does turn into Viserys but just takes a different road).

"Aegon is being his usual self, making everyone’s life miserable because he feels rejected by someone he loves." I love this because yep, exactly. He can be very clever when he wants to be, but not when he's clouded by love, and the need to be loved the way he loves others. He thinks just because someone isn't crawling all over him and whimpering and blubbering the way he devolves to, that means they don't love him as much. He's not good at empathy, which is something I wrote in specifically as part of his canon character being raised as a prince. It was just a bit of fun. Of course it was, Aegon. It was fun for you, but you don't understand how it couldn't possibly be fun for someone else.

I didn't want to fall into the trap of getting Amara to "fix" him though, so she makes her own mistakes in regards to his behaviour, and then suffers/makes him suffer. She still doesn't get why he acts the way he does, but sometimes it clicks and she does what's best for herself (as she should).

#the god of wine and rainbow lamps #aegon x amara #asks #aegon ii x oc #original character #ocs #asoiaf oc #hotd oc #alys rivers

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 2 years ago

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If you're still doing the Descendants prompts? "What do you mean I'm grounded?" CJ yelled into the phone. "You can't ground me!"

I am still doing the prompts! When I have the time and when I like them, anyway.

I hope you enjoy this!

And al tinny bit of background info for this fic. There are following background relationships at play: Harriet Hook/Anthony Tremaine (Because that’s my default by now, honestly), and Ben/Harry Hook/Uma (Because it’s funny in this prompt.) If you look for it, you might also find CJ/Freddie, but, you know. Romantic relationships are a suggestion, and the only characters that appear are Ben and CJ anyway.

So, right. The story. Enjoy!

Ben takes a deep breath and presses the call button: The cheery dial tone sounds through the otherwise empty room. He should figure out how to change it, but oh, well. Still better than the Auradonian hymn his previous phone had as a default for everything.

The tone stops, replaced by mildly annoyed „Yeah?“ and a blur of gold and red appears on the screen. He stares at it for a bit.

Well.

He did not expect her to actually pick up.

„Hey? Beastie-princeling?“

Ben frowns at the unnecessarily elaborate and also factually incorrect nickname.

„What d’ya want?“

The camera jumps and jumbles around and momentarily focuses on the background, and, oh sweet heavens, she is running. She is running.

That, knowing CJ Hook, is never a good sign. (There are no good signs whatsoever when it comes to her, Ben thinks.)

Anyway, he gathers all his nerves and calmly states:

„CJ. You are grounded.“

The picture comes to halt and the camera abruptly focuses on CJ’s dishevelled expression, and, wait, is that soot on her cheek?!

„What?!“ she yells into the phone, „You can’t do that!“

„Why not?“ he asks, trying very hard to start calm.

She looks into the distance, frowns, and then grins: „You don’t have the authority to do so! Now, excuse me for a moment–“

The video starts jumping around again, and Ben tries very hard to ignore the faint curses and, wait, are those gunshots?!

What on Earth is she doing?!

„CJ!“ he calls out, „What is going on?!“

Harry would probably be upset if anything happened to his little sister, and, goodness, Ben himself has grown somewhat attached to the troublemaker. Against his better judgement, but hey. The other people who kidnapped him also turned out to be quite great, so honestly, cease point.

No answer, though. Just more blurry lines and more shouting and CJ‘s fast breathing. He is surprised she didn’t hang up yet, but honestly, maybe she just forgot he was calling. That happens.

„CJ!“ He calls out again anyway.

„Ssh!“ she shushes him, whisper-yelling, „Not now, princey boy! I’m running for my life, can’t you see?!“

…Is it bad that he can’t actually tell if she’s exaggerating or not? It is, right?

What did she do this time?

Honestly, as if the robbed bank from yesterday wasn’t enough!

(The only reason why she isn’t running from the police right now is that when she robbed the bank, she proceeded to throw the money up in the air at the steps and throw a dance party to It’s Raining Men for all the bystanders and staff to attend. Oh, and the fact that he still doesn’t have a functional police force, as Uma keeps reminding him.)

So Ben is left staring at blurry colours and imagining the worst case scenario. He’d rather not, thank you.

And thankfully, it’s not too long until CJ’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts again.

„Yeah?“ she asks, „What did you want, majesty?“

Ben knows only about four other people who can say „Majesty“ like it is an insulting nickname at best. Two of them are her siblings.

He breathes out and for the second time that day, he tells her that she is grounded.

„What?! You can’t do that!“

Yep. Just like the first time. He can’t help the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

„Why not?“

„Eh, I don’t know. You just don’t have the authority to do so,“ she waves her hand dismissively, flashing bloodied knuckles in front of the camera. Oh, dear.

Now, ben doesn’t really like pulling rank, however much certain other people seem to enjoy doing so, but in this case? He genuinely thinks CJ forgot that he is the High King of Auradon.

„…And?“

„I’m the High King, CJ.“

„…I heard you the first time. I just don’t know how that gives you the authority to ground me.“

Of course she doesn’t.

„Hey, excuse me for a moment–“ She partially covers the camera with her palm and yells something Ben is fairly sure are horrific death threats in pirate slang, too wild for him to keep up. Not that he particularly wishes to hear her death threats. Just saying. She can be very creative, and, in fact, Ben would be very glad if she toned that down a little.

„Yeah, we’re good. Where were we? Oh, right! Just because you are the king doesn’t mean that I have to listen to you!“

Ben silently starts praying.

Then he says: „I’m also dating your older brother. That gives me some authority to ground you, right?“

She giggles. She giggles and giggles, like the insufferable menace she is.

„No!“ she tells him, voice chiming like jingle bells, „It does not!“

„What? But Uma grounds you all the time!“

CJ makes a face at him, sticking her lips out in a caricature of a pout: „Well, yes, but, you see, boy king, Uma is actually scary. Unlike you.“

Well. That hurt.

But it was also true.

Uma is scary, in the best and nicest way possible.

So, you know what, fair.

But…

„And what about Anthony Tremaine?“

And she goes into a ramble. Of course she does. Ben quietly ponders his life decisions as CJ explains that no, while Anthony is not really that scary, he will bitch about her and Dizzy might overhear and Dizzy will definitely tell Celia and then Freddie will know and Freddie will then be cross with her and she doesn’t like when Freddie does that and also Anthony knows where her blackmail book is–

And Ben would say that this whole affair has more to do with the fact that Anthony has no qualms calling Harriet the second CJ starts being annoying than anything else.

Speaking of which.

„Either you and I come to an understanding, or I call Harriet.“

She whistles and grins into the camera: „You are learning, baby beast, you are learning. You must have some good influence on you. I’m willing to lay low for, say, two days if you don’t tell Harriet.“

„That–“ In the second it takes Ben’s brain to catch up, she is speaking again, because god forbid a Hook ever gave him a time to think.

„Great! See ya later, Benny boo! Gotta go, running for my life and all that! Anyway, salutations and all that, and don’t bother giving my greetings to Harry! Byeee!“

And she hung up.

Of course she did.

But, well, Ben tried. And two days is better than nothing, right?

…Right?

#disney descendants #cj hook #ben florian #king ben #cj is a menace

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bisexual-in-every-gender · 4 months ago

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Survey

New tats in your near future?

Got a full sleeve planned in November (flowers all over my arm in rainbow colours growing out of blood stains with the Billy Talent lyrics "These flowers have grown from bloodstains on the ground", incorporating my queerness and the struggle with it over years with my love for Billy Talent), plus a small tattoo of a chest burster (the one from Alien) being hugged by his host to emphasise my love of horror and sci fi

How about piercings or re-piercings?

*sigh* I tried to have my ears pierced twice and both times had a severe allergic reaction and my lip ring I had to have taken out because of an infection, so sadly, I don't think piercings are for me :(

Are there any rooms in your house that you don't go into every day?

Several. We got three spare rooms, one that had been meant for a baby's arrival, but sadly the IVF failed, so it's now a storage room, as well as another storage room in lieu of a cellar and a guest room. Also the second bath room which the cat uses.

Who else do you know who has the same favourite colour that you do?

My sister Ami, I think, likes blue as much as I do.

Have you ever covered a tattoo up or added to?

Yeah, I made my tattooed pug a vampire with a swirling glass of blood.

Have you ever kissed someone who previously kissed someone you hated?

I guess? I only hate Izzy's ex for the way she treated her though.

Do you have any relatives with red hair?

No.

What is tomorrow's weather forecasted to be like?

33 degrees Celsius and sunny

Have you ever known someone who committed suicide?

I never had the chance of meeting him, but Izzy's friend Neil did.

What's some of the worst pain you ever felt?

Each failed IVF cycle, a miscarriage and the loss of my grandmother and my first cat. Physically, a bad ear infection and a snapped tendon in my ankle.

What's your favourite kind of pasta?

Spaghetti

Would you rather a friend come over to your house or you go to theirs?

I'm weird about people coming to my place. It always looks dirty and untidy to me. So I'd rather go to theirs, even though it might be untidier there.

Have you ever had rabies?

No.

Do you know anyone who ever had to get a rabies shot?

Me and my wife (it's mandatory when travelling to China for an extended period of time), my cat

Ever eaten deer? Duck? Squirrel? How about lamb?

Yes to all but the squirrel.

What is your favourite parody movie?

Shaun of the Dead, Redfield

What is your least favourite ice cream flavour?

Peppermint. Don't get the appeal.

Does your car have heated seats?

"Ich habe doch gar keine Auto!"

Have you ever been tempted to steal?

Yes, but I resisted.

Would you rather travel to Ireland or Japan?

Japan. Already been to Ireland.

Does tickling turn you on?

No. It's just annoying.

If you could go over to someone's house right now, to whose and why?

Toni's to give them a hug and say hi to Kasi.

What is the age gap between you and your parents?

28 and 35 respectively

How many bathrooms does your house have and is it enough?

Two and yes.

Have you ever videochatted with someone you met online?

Loads of people.

Do you collect anything or have you ever?

Funkos, books and fridge magnets

How many siblings does your best friend have?

One sister.

Have you ever dated someone who was emotionally or mentally unstable?

Oh, have I ever.

Be honest: Are you clingy?

Not as much as I used to be.

Have you ever had bronchitis?

Multiple times.

Have you ever had a reptile for a pet?

No.

Are you afraid of the dentist?

Yes. I suffer severe dentophobia. I literally shake and shiver on the chair and once started crying so hard they had to stop treatment. But I still endure, as I don't want my teeth to fall out.

Did you attend Sunday School as a kid?

No.

Who was the last person you cuddled with?

My wife Izzy.

Your boyfriend/girlfriend isn't around, but their phone is. Do you look?

No. Can't unlock it anyway and wouldn't try to.

Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?

Yep.

Have you ever liked someone who was in a relationship with someone else?

Once, but it was in year 6, so hardly counts.

Do people ever compliment your eyes?

Rarely.

Have any of your exes ever given you roses?

No, but my wife has.

Do you think your last ex ever thinks about you?

If he does, I don't care.

Would you rather have a salad or french fries as a side dish?

Chips please.

Which one of your relationships was the shortest?

5 months and two weeks with my ex.

Which was the longest?

Six years and counting

Have any of your exes told you they regret breaking up with you?

Yes.

Are you going to be getting any new pets soon?

We were thinking of getting another cat, but after a test run with a friend's cats Bertha made it clear she's happier as an only pet.

Do you like BBQ sauce?

No, I hate it.

What do you like to do when you're home alone?

Watch Star Trek, play video games

Do you know anyone who has autism?

I do, my friend Toni probably does and my friend Ronja is also on the spectrum

What is your favourite way to eat eggs?

Boiled.

Do you like Frozen?

No, I find it super annoying. Olaf should be shot.

Do you enjoy hot chocolate?

Sure.

Do you use Instagram often?

No, no account.

If you got a kitten, what would you name it?

Pippin for a boy, Hilda for a girl

Who is someone you know who's talkative?

My wife. She can talk for England. And my mum.

When was the last time you met any of your uncles?

I never met any of my uncles and now they're both dead.

Do you know anyone who plays the violin?

Not to my knowledge.

Do your parents enjoy any of the things you enjoy? Do you bond over it?

My mum likes Star Trek (infact, she introduced me to it) and theatre. My dad watches horror films and likes rock music. Yeah, we sometimes bond over it.

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boldlyvoid · 2 years ago

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Breakable Heaven | Chapter Four: BLUE

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Summary: the shape of his body, the colour they paint her brother's bedroom wall, the colour of the car he picks her up in, and the colour of the sky when she tries to sneak back in the next morning... it's all blue.

Warnings: phone sex, mutual masturbation, teasing, mentions of overstimulation and handcuffs, swearing. Mentions of spencers moms schizophrenia and his autism, hints at how Andy lost her own mother, sneaking out, heartfelt conversations

Word Count: 7.7k

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Even when he was in a hotel with Derek while on a case, Spencer still found a way to call her to say goodnight.

It was a sweet little tradition that made her heart scream with joy. He was so unbelievably sweet, it was a shock that no one in his hometown liked him like this… how was he not drowning in women at Cal-Tech??

She went to bed, every night since meeting him, thinking about all the possible conversations they could have, imagining how he’d ask her out on more dates and how much fun they could have until she fell asleep. If she was lucky, he was in her dreams taking her on little dates or rocking her world… she liked those dreams the most.

He was her first thought in the mornings, too.

She saw him in every suit in every store window, she noticed things he’d like, she picked up on little stories happening in the world that he’d like to hear about later during their calls. Her life felt a lot more interesting when she was able to share it with someone so intimately. She’s never shared this much with someone, it’s normally terrifying to be so open, but she loves talking to him.

She’s concerned that she loves him… but she shakes that thought away whenever it shows up. She’s been thinking about him so much that any and all parts of him that she “loves” are made up from her mind and she shouldn’t rely on that. If she feels the same in a few months, then maybe it’s real… but she’s felt like this way too often about too many people to trust it.

She’s had crushes that felt this intense, but mostly on fake men… like Xander on Buffy, Paul Rudd in Clueless and her absolute favourite, Shawn on Boy Meets World. That boy was the yummiest, but thinking back to it, she always appreciated Cory’s sweetness above all else, she can see a lot of Spencer in Cory. She felt like his Topanga.

There’s no rules for this thing between them. It’s not like they’re just friends with benefits, it’s not like actually dating him would be the worst thing in the world… she just didn’t want the complications a label put on things.

Even without rules, he could still break her heart.

When her phone rings, she answers with a smile, “Hey there.”

“Hi,” his voice groggy and barely there. It was her favourite thing to hear.

“Did you have a long day?”

“No, we’ll, yeah but I also fell asleep, but I had an alarm set so I wouldn’t forget to say goodnight to you…”

She swoons, “seriously?”

“Yep.” He says with a hard P.

“You can go back to sleep, cutie, it’s okay.”

“Nooo,” he whines. “Tell me about your day? How’s Jas? Did your last exam go okay?”

She gives in with a sigh. She leans back against her pillow and gets comfortable under the covers, “if I start telling you and you fall asleep, I’m not going to be mad.”

“I won’t fall asleep again, I promise.”

“Okay then,” she gives in with a sweet smile. “My exam went well, I think? I never know with biology. Um, and Jas is good… I haven’t seen her since yesterday. She found a boyfriend for the summer.”

“She’s given up on the experiment?” Spencer fakes a gasp, making Andy laugh.

“Yeah, but it’s a good thing. She had enough data on sex anyway, it’s about damn time she started getting some love in there too.”

“Equal parts of sex and love do make a great relationship,” he agrees. “Am I ever going to get to meet her?”

“Probably” she shrugs, “she’s getting an apartment downtown, near Joe’s actually. So, I can tell my dad I’m at her place and go to yours instead…”

“Naughty.”

She can hear his smile. “What? Don’t tell me you aren’t also trying to figure out how to get me back over there?”

“It’ll happen when it happens,” he doesn’t seem too rushed by it. “Speaking of which, did you still want me to come and help you paint this weekend?”

“Yes, please,” she’s extra sweet. “Dad and Derek are going to build the crib and all the other baby stuff. Which also means Penelope and JJ will probably stop in to see them, so it won’t be too weird to have you there too.”

“I'm excited to finally see the Hotchner house,” he teases. “I’ve heard it’s basically a mansion.”

“It’s pretty big… I mean, we have a gate with a code and a rose garden with yard people, so yeah, it's basically a mansion.”

It makes him laugh, “And maybe now you can show me how you sneak out of your window…”

“I could,” she feels her cheeks start to burn. “You have a car, right?”

“It’s old. And loud.”

“Shit,” she bites her lip to think. “What if you parked at the end of the street and I met you down there?”

“Do you not need help getting down from the window?” He’s overly concerned. “Cause I already had a plan to just leave the car at the new build in your neighbourhood and walk over… I might have to climb the gate or jump the fence, but I was going to help you down.”

“My hair isn’t long enough to play rapunzel,” she teases him.

“Am I not a Romeo?”

“Older than me, check, my dad doesn’t particularly like you, check… you just better not stab yourself,” she tries to tease him but she just hears his bedsheets ruffle as he sits up.

“He doesn’t like me?”

“No, I mean, yes! Yes, he likes you, I just meant he wouldn’t like you if I showed interest in you, like marriage at 13 interest. He said he really likes you, you’re an asset to the team…”

“But?”

“But you can’t shoot for shit…”

“Great,” he smacks himself in the forehead, causing the slap to ring through the phone. “That’s just fantastic. I didn’t want you to know that! I have my qualification in a month. A month, okay!”

“Spence,” she softens her voice. “I’m not judging you. You’re a new agent, and you’re in a team that doesn’t require you to carry. It’s perfectly fine and normal to not be qualified yet.”

“Just because you know what to say to me doesn’t mean it’s true,” he mumbles.

“What was that?”

“It’s just,” he lets out an exasperated sigh and flops back down against his pillow. “You’re studying the human brain, you could be a psychologist if you wanted to… and you have the Hotchner gene of just knowing everything like you can read minds. But, just because you have a reason for it, it doesn’t stop my mind from being anxious.”

“I know that,” she sympathizes. “Does it help at all when I attempt to rationalize or would you like to ramble and search for an answer with my help?”

“You’d do that?”

She’d do anything for him.

“Absolutely, Spence. If there’s a way I can help you ease your mind, I’m going to help.”

“Why?”

“Well…”

Because I love you.

“Um, cause I like being your friend and I feel like you don’t have a friend who you can really talk to.”

It’s convincing enough.

“Okay,” he believes her. “You just have to promise me to do the same. Please talk to me. I uh, I have a hard time understanding meaning in people’s words and actions sometimes, and I’d hate to lose you— you know, as a friend and all, just because I couldn’t read something in you.”

“Well, luckily for you, I also come in audiobook,” she teases, “I can tell you for certain that I like you, Spencer. I enjoy our time together, and in my eyes, you’re really cool.”

“Really?”

“Really, really,” she giggles. “And, luckily for you, I have shooting experience… I’ve gone to the gun range with my dad a few times, I can teach you some things if you want?”

“Are you going to make me feel stupid like your dad does?”

“If you ever feel that way with me, shoot me,” she’s completely serious. “I’d never want to make you feel like that.”

“You never have,” he admits. “I can admit I also really like you. I think a bit more than a friend should…”

“Good,” she encourages it. “Cause there’s no rules to what this is, you know that right? We’re not dating, but we’re really good friends… sex with you is going to be great but I also really love these phone calls before bed. Sharing feelings and being open and honest and having fun without a label, just for the summer, is going to be fun.”

“So if I asked you to be my girlfriend in September, you’d say yes?”

“Maybe,” she teases him again, but inside she’s screaming at all the possibilities she’s going to have with him.

“Cat and mouse, that’s what we’re playing,” he can’t help but laugh. “but I’ll get you.”

“You’re the mouse,” she points out. “You’re the timid one, I’m kind of an asshole, so I’m a cat. It’s obvious.”

“I haven’t been called a pussy my whole life for this kind of treatment!” He jokingly calls back.

“Let me be the cat and you can have mine,” she changes her tone and hears him gasp in response. “See. I’m the cat.”

“Fine,” he gives in with a giggle, probably shaking his head with a cute little smile.

She never wanted to stop talking to him.

—

When he woke up from his nap to call her before bed, this was the last place he expected the conversation to go.

“No, you hang up,” she whispers through the phone, “you have to get up in 5 hours…”

He sighs, looking at the clock to see it's indeed 1 am. “I miss you too much in my sleep.”

“Oh yeah?” She teases. “Does it not carry into your dreams?”

He blushes, trying not to give anything away about the flight that shall not be mentioned. He still can’t believe he had such a dirty dream about her in such a public place. She was his boss's daughter, his best friend… the only girl he’s ever liked this much.

“So that’s a yes,” she answers for him with a laugh.

“No,” he panics, also laughing, “I mean, yeah… but they’re totally normal dreams, so…”

“That’s a lie,” she can see right through him. “I know because I’ve been having some good dreams about you too.”

“I doubt they're like mine,” he mumbles. “You have this crazy effect on me, my body and my soul.”

“Spence…?” her voice gets even lower.

“Yeah?”

“My roommate still isn’t back.”

“Is she supposed to be?” He worries for her, knowing how much Jasmine means to her.

“She’s out with her new boyfriend, probably getting fucked, so no one is here to hear us,” she spells it all out for him. “If you wanted to tell me what we do in those dreams of yours?”

A little moan makes its way past his vocal cords and out in a sigh, “you’re serious?”

Of course, she was. She was his perfect woman sent from heaven just for him. He’s never believed in God, he’s never understood worshiping someone so intensely… now he’d do anything to get on his knees for her. He’d worship her to the fullest extent.

“Come on,” she tries to entice him, not knowing he was already growing hard, willing to do anything with her as long as it was with her. “After asking me if I’ve had an orgasm, I’m sure you’d like to hear me have one?”

“Fuck,” heat rushes through his body at the thought. She was so sexy, he wanted more than ever to be the one to make her cum, but hearing it would suffice for now.

“Mmm, are you getting hard for me, baby?”

“Been hard a while now,” he’s honest with her. “You have that effect on me.”

“If only I was there with you again—

“We’d be picking up where we left off,” he insists. “If my pager hadn’t gone off, I would have devoured your pussy.”

She lets out a startled laugh, not used to him using that language or being so forthcoming. “Really?”

“Mhm,” he closes his eyes, thinking about it in depth. “I bet you taste delicious, fuck, I can’t stop thinking about how pretty you’d be on my fingers… my face even.”

Her breathing is heavy but she’s silent, “do you like how that sounds?” He teases.

“Yeah…”

“Good,” he’s never been this way with anyone before, but it suddenly felt right. “I need to thank you for taking such good care of me… my hand will never feel as good as yours did.”

“Are you touching yourself now?”

He wasn’t yet, but he takes the opportunity to free his cock from his boxers, “better question, are you going to touch yourself?”

“Can I?” She acts extra innocent. “Please?”

“Do you have any toys?” He wonders, hoping it’s not too much to ask.

“I do,” she whispers back, “when my roommate found out that Brad couldn’t get me off, she bought me one to make up for it.”

“That’s nice of her,” he can’t help his mind from thinking about her and her friend together. They seemed very close, it was only natural for people to experiment in college, he wouldn’t blame her if she did. “Can I ask you something really dirty?”

“Sure?” He can hear her open a drawer and dig around for something.

“Do you ever get off with her in the room?”

She laughs, “no, I’ve thought about it… but no. She’s had sex while I’ve been asleep though, I know that’s happened.”

“Huh,” that must’ve been uncomfortable for her.

“Why? Did you think we’d get off together?” She teases him. “Is that exciting for you to think about?”

“Well…”

“Spence—” she laughs at his honesty. “You know, last week also Haley asked if I was into women… apparently me being quiet means I’m gay.”

“There are rumours that you’re gay going around campus,” Spencer doesn’t hold anything back from her. “I’ve heard guys say that to cope with the fact you won’t date them.”

She scoffs, “of course, they would.”

“I ruined the mood,” he worries, scolding himself. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, you didn’t,” she soothes him, “I mean, it sucks that they talk about me like that but I don’t care. And all you should care about is the fact that out of every agent there is, I broke my own rules for you.”

His brain malfunctions at the realization that she did, in fact, pick him out of everyone in the whole FBI. There were rumours spread about her, she was well desired with many options and yet she picked him. “You did…”

“Cause I like you,” she whispers. “Is it cool that I said all that…”

“Yeah?” He doesn’t know where the sudden lack of confidence in her voice came from. “I like you too, remember? I know you think this is really delicate, or you think I am… but without rules to break, we don’t have to be that delicate.”

“God, I wish you were here with me right now,” she whines.

“I would be delicate, with you at least, to savour it all.”

“Spence,” his name sounds wonderful on her lips in the dark. “Tell me more.”

“Okay,” he tries to stay calm, breathing steadily so he doesn’t give away how thoroughly turned on he is.

And then he hears the hum of her vibrator as she turns it on and a simple sigh of relief from her.

“Being the first guy to make you finish is something I’m going to hang onto with pride. But I’m not just going to stop at one. I could happily live between your legs, you’ll have to physically pull me off.”

“Shit,” a moan slips from her throat. “I’ve never been overstimulated before…”

“No?” He relishes the thought. “What if I cuffed you and used that toy on you till you were crying from it?”

She laughs, startled by this side of him. “Fuck me, please, oh my god?”

He grips his cock at the base, trying not to cum from just her sounds alone. “I wish I was, angel. Fuck,” he strokes himself lightly, thumbing the precum and gliding it along his cock for support. “I wish I was the one making you sound like that right now.”

“I bet if you fucked me, you’d see that little bulge in my stomach…”

He groans, gritting his teeth and breathing through his nose, he’s never been this fucking close and denied release before.

“I’m so close,” she barely whispers, panting as her orgasm catches up to her, he can only imagine how angelic she looks like that: right there on the edge, filled with every good hormone and endorphin known to man, completely blissful.

“Cum for me,” he instructs, almost forgetting the most important part. “Angel.”

He listens intently after that as the humming gets more intense, she goes up a level and moans as she ruts against the vibrator. “Spence, Spence,” she starts to unravel.

She makes his name sound like gospel. Her moans like prayer, repeated and affirming just how much she worships him back.

“I wish I could feel you cum in me,” she adds, unexpectedly.

He gasps, his hand stills and his heart almost beats out of his chest as it's covered in his own cum. He’s breathless like he just fell 3 stories and landed on his back, winded and speechless.

“Are you alive?” She teases him with a giggle.

“Uh-huh,” he smiles to himself. “a mess, but here, nonetheless.”

She lets out a long sigh, “do I hang up here or take you to the bathroom with me?”

“Mute yourself while you pee if you’re embarrassed,” he rationalizes. “I’ve gotta clean up too.”

“Okay, I’ll be back,” she warns and then the line goes silent.

He forgets that muting herself means that she can still hear him. This means she now knows he talks to himself while he does little tasks, and he holds himself sometimes too.

He huffs as he gets out of bed, ‘Jesus, could you have made a bigger mess at 1 in the morning?’ He mumbles to himself. He takes a few tissues from the box and attempts to wipe himself off before stripping the sheets.

‘Perfect, just fucking perfect,” he throws them into the hamper and opens his drawer in search of a new pair of boxers.

“I can hear you, you know,” he laughs as she picks back up. “I made just as big of a mess, it’s not that bad for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I move home tomorrow so all my other sheets are packed away, I’m going to have to sleep on a wet spot.”

“Don’t get me hard again,” he’s completely serious, but she still laughs. “I’m probably not going to get to sleep tonight…”

“A nap and an orgasm… might as well’ve had coffee when you called me,” she teases. “If you make yourself yawn you’ll be able to sleep, I promise.”

He yawns almost as if she put a spell on him, “hey!”

“I know how the brain works,” she squeals back. “Do you want to sleep or not?”

“Preferably with you,” he admits, “but if I’m going to get any sleep tonight, I’m going to have to say goodnight and finish changing my sheets.”

“Okay, goodnight Spencer. Text me in the morning?”

“Of course, angel,” he wouldn’t ever forget. “I’ll see you in 2 days, good luck tomorrow.”

“Thank you, night.”

“Night,” he hangs up right after her.

There’s a silence that feels like something is missing.

“Love you...” He whispers into the empty room and then sighs. “Too much for my own good.”

—

Jas sits on the edge of Andy’s bed, causing her to stir, “wake up sleepy head, it’s moving day.”

She groans and rolls into her pillow, “noooo.”

“Come on, I brought you coffee and breakfast,” she entices her.

Andy sits up with a sigh, she rubs her eyes and moves her long blond hair out of her face, “I’m exhausted…”

“How late were you up?” Jas is automatically confused because she never stays up too late.

“Like 3?”

“Why?”

“Spencer and I were on the phone,” she can’t hide her smirk, “we kinda, you know… got off together?”

Jas basically jumps for joy, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her as she cheers, “oh my god!! You’re growing up so fast!”

“And I get to see him on Saturday,” she adds, reaching for the iced coffee on her night table that Jas so kindly brought. “How was your night?”

She shrugs, “we watched America’s next top model in his living room and cuddled, we made dinner together and we had sex before going to sleep at 11:30… it was like we’ve been married for 10 years, it was so routine?”

“So you feel safe with him?” Andy smiles at her with hope, it was such a wonderful feeling, being in love.

She nods, pressing her lips together in an awkward smile, not wanting to give too much away, she gets bashful. “I think I love him?”

Andy squeals, bouncing on her bed a bit, “I can’t believe you finally did it!!”

“Oh, shut up,” she pretends it’s not a big deal. “I haven’t told him yet, I don’t want to scare him off.”

“It doesn’t matter if he knows! You’re growing up too!” Andy teases her right back, “I’m so happy for you.”

“You just better spill everything when you fall in love with Stephen Hawking Jr,” she pokes Andy in the side before hugging her.

Andy rests her chin on Jasmine's shoulder, holding her with her free hand, “I will… I told him I just want to have fun this summer and so he asked if he could ask me out in September when all is said and done and life goes back to normal.”

“And you said?” She wants every detail STAT!

“I said we’ll see,” she can’t help but lead her on, “I honestly don’t know how this’ll go, I’m just letting it happen. Who knows, he could change his mind or run away when my dad gets on his case… you know how it goes.”

“You’re going to end up marrying this kid, I can feel it,” she gets up from Andy’s bed and wanders over to her own. “And we’ll look back on the days we had here, reminiscing about how we weren’t going to date agents and then did that exact thing.”

“So it’s official, Henderson’s your boyfriend?”

She nods, “he asked me this morning before I left, he said he didn’t want to see me go without me knowing I meant everything to him…”

“Oh,” she swoons, “okay, I like him too, that’s so sweet. I’m so happy for you!”

“I’m happy for you too,” she smiles at her from across the room. “What time do your parents get here?”

“Move out is at 11, so like 10:30 knowing them,” she laughs, “it’s my dad and aunt Jess coming, Haley’s not walking up all these stairs to help me leave when they’re trying to prevent Jack from exiting early.”

“It’s going to be weird not living together,” Jas gets emotional.

Andy’s head tilts to the side while she pouts, “Jas, I’m going to miss you!”

“You have to come to my apartment sometime this summer?” She makes Andy promise.

She nods enthusiastically, “of course! Maybe I can bring Spencer and our guys can bond too?”

“That would be perfect.”

“You’re not losing me that easy,” she gets up from bed and heads over to wrap Jas up in a hug. “I love you, bestie.”

“I love you more.”

—

Pulling up to his boss's house on a Saturday morning was weird. He could admit that.

Before he can even roll his window down and buzz for the front gate to open, it’s opening on its own. He drives in and the first thing he see’s is Andy, standing in the driveway with a big smile as she waves.

He carefully parks his car behind her dad's and she’s opening his door before the car is even turned off. “Hi!”

“Hey, Angel,” he keeps his voice low as he gets out and wraps his arms around her for a quick hug. “How are you?”

“Amazing now,” she smiles with a sweet blush. Her make ups done, her hair is curled and braided, and she looks beautiful for just wanting to paint a room with him. “Blue jeans and Nikes?” She teases him. “Who are you and where is Spencer Reid?”

“Yes, I own jeans,” he shoves her lightly, “I didn’t want to ruin anything nice.”

“Smart, and you look good,” she smirks, raising her brows a bit. “Um, did you want a tour?”

He nods, “sure,” not realizing what she meant by tour.

She drags him around to the garden, hidden behind a rose bush, she pushes him up against the house and kisses him suddenly. He lets out a shocked gasp before giving in, closing his eyes and relaxing against the wall. She presses against him, leaving him no choice but to wrap his arms around her and hold her close as her tongue explores his mouth.

He almost forgets they’re just outside her father's house, his boss could literally come around that corner and murder him if he found them, but Andy didn’t care.

When she pulls back, he feels like she kissed all the smarts from him. He looks at her like an idiot, blinking a few times, “wow.”

“It’s been a long week,” she teases, “I missed you.”

“You shouldn’t have kissed me,” he teases, his hands lowering over her butt and he pulls her in flush against his chest. “I’m not going to be able to think about anything else for the rest of the day.”

She smirks, moving her hands from where they rested on his shoulders to cup his face. She soothes her thumbs over his cheeks, staring at him contently, “I know, but we get some alone time later…”

He nods, “and you can steal as many kisses as you you want throughout the day.” He adds with a smirk before leaning in and doing just that.

She gets caught up in him again, so much so that she lifts one of her legs to get closer to him. He can’t get enough of her as he palms her ass and thigh, she moans into his mouth and then has to pull herself back, hands resting on his chest, “uh-uh, calm down there, cowboy.”

“Cowboy?” He laughs, “how’d you know thats what I wanted to be when I grew up?”

“Hotchner’s know everything,” she reminds him. “Now you better be good or else my dad will figure this out.”

He nods, “I’ll be on my best behaviour, mom,” he teases her. As if he would act out in her father's home. Especially when he knew there were at least 3 guns available to him at all times. He was a scary dude, Spencer wasn’t going to fuck with that.

“Hm, he was right,” she mumbles, tilting her head with a raised brow quickly.

“Who was?”

She sighs, “my dad said you’ve got mommy issues, so I figured it would translate into the bedroom.”

He laughs, but the longer he thinks about it the less funny it gets, “huh…”

“See,” she smirks, “but I don’t mind, I do too.”

He nods, “maybe we can talk about it sometime?”

She gives him a sweet smile, “yeah, I’d love to get to know you a bit better.”

“Likewise,” he squeezes her butt one last time and then lets her free, “should we go start painting?”

She kisses him one last time but Spencer continues to push her along, slapping her butt as she skips off in front of him. “Hey!” She laughs, continuing around the bush and back towards the front of the house, the two of them giggle together all the way, they almost miss Derek in the driveway.

“What’s going on here?” He points between them, already skeptical of what their answer could be. He takes his sunglasses off and stares them down.

“Oh, I was just showing Spencer the garden and he pointed at the hoe and said, ‘oh, I didn’t know Derek was already here?’ and look who showed up,” she lies easily, making Spencer smile.

“I see how it is,” Derek glares at him, “what are you even doing here?”

“Helping Andy paint the baby’s room,” it’s a rather simple answer, seeing as it’s the truth. “I’m tall and take orders well, and she doesn’t have to pay me.”

“Exactly,” Andy agrees. “Speaking of, we still need to tape around the ceiling, did you want to help?”

“Nope,” Derek shakes his head, “I’m going to build a crib and eat whatever Penelope brings.”

“Save a sprinkled donut for me,” Spencer requests.

He gives him a thumbs up before walking off and towards the front door. He quickly runs up the stairs and heads inside without knocking, “that was close.”

“He won’t figure it out,” she sounds so sure of herself.

Spencer doesn’t know how to take that, so he just keeps walking towards the house and she follows quickly behind. “Have you ever been here before?”

He shakes his head, letting her go inside first before him.

Up the staircase and down the hall, she heads right to Jack's room. “So 3 walls are going to be light blue, but this main wall here where the crib will go is going to have a darker blue and I’m going to add clouds later.”

“Sounds cute,” Spencer agrees, tucking his shirt into his pants before he kneels down to open a paint can. “Do you want to start taking off the outlet covers?”

She nods, “yeah, I have to go find a screwdriver first.” And then she’s gone, leaving him all alone.

He takes a look around and looks out the window which faces the wide-open backyard they had surrounded by forest. The closet is already stocked with diapers and baby clothes, there are toys at the bottom and boxes of compacted furniture in the hallway. They were really ready for this baby to join their family.

“Why are you here?” Aaron stops at the doorway, puzzled to see him.

“Oh, Andrea asked me if I’d help her paint, cause I’m tall and she wouldn’t have to pay me,” he repeats what he told Derek earlier.

He purses his lips and nods, “okay, well, thank you, uh, I’m going to put some coffee on. Did you want some?”

“No thank you, I had some before I got here,” he can’t help but feel awkward.

Aaron just nods and keeps heading down the stairs, passing Andy on her way back up, who just says: “morning, gotta paint,” and keeps running.

She closes the door when she returns, resting against it with a sigh, “fuck,” she catches her breath hastily, “I hate those stairs.”

“You’re not supposed to run up them 2 at a time,” he teases.

“How did you know?”

“Based on the sounds of your feet,” he shrugs, it’s how his brain works. “There are 16 steps and you made 8 stomps.”

She smiles as she shakes her head with such fondness for him, that it’s just overflowing into the room. For the first time, he knows.

This is infatuation, this is longing and yearning and everything ever described in a love song… this was where he had to catch her as she fell for him.

This was everything he waited his whole life for.

“What?” He smiles back, feeling just as giddy.

“Nothing,” she pretends she isn’t overwhelmed with feelings for him. “Um, the tape is there,” she points to the materials, “if you want to start with the ceiling?”

He nods, quickly snapping back into reality and getting to work.

They have small talk the same way they would on the phone at night, it flows normally and somehow always ends up with them somehow talking about the meaning of life, philosophy, world religions, aliens, you name it. They didn’t have a limit on what they could talk about with each other, and she actually liked to listen to all his answers, no matter how long and contrived they are.

They talked all through the paint prep, through the first coat on the main walls and even during their lunch break. Haley ordered them all pizza for a job well done, she was extremely grateful for not having to lift a finger.

“How do you know so much?” She asks with a twinkle in her eye, adoring him more and more each time he went on a rant about something.

He normally just shrugs and shakes his head, but this time he stops to really think about it, “when I was a kid I spent a lot of time with my mom, she was a literature professor, so I’ve always been drawn to learning more and reading as much as I could, and I guess all the information is just stuck in here now.”

“That’s so cool, did you go to class with her a lot?” Andy wants to know more, even though she already knows more than anyone else in Spencer's life.

He simply nods, “until she couldn’t work anymore.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she assumes the worst. “I lost my mom when I was 3.”

“I’m not sure when I lost my mom,” he admits, biting the inside of his lip and turning away from her, he wasn’t normally an emotional person when in front of others. “She has schizophrenia.”

“Is she on medications?”

“Yeah,” he’s quiet, he dips his paintbrush in the deeper blue and begins the outline on the main wall to distract himself. “It’s just hard, being more of a caretaker than a child… as well as her emotional support person, her punching bag and a full-time student.”

Andy takes the paintbrush from him and puts it down, she pulls him into a hug and holds him close, letting him rest his chin on her shoulder while she snuggled into his. “I know this doesn’t make up for it all, but I wish I knew you growing up so I could’ve given you more hugs all the time.”

“They say 8 hugs a day keeps your nervous system regulated,” he explains softly without letting her go.

“So only like 6 more left to give… unless this counts as 2?” She doesn’t let go either. “What’s the appropriate amount of time for a hug.”

He shrugs with her still in his embrace, “don’t care. I like this one too much.”

“You know, I really thought we’d end up covered in paint and arguing the whole time,” she admits, not yet letting go.

“Why?” He laughs, pulling back to look at her.

“Because I’ve seen too many movies where someone takes charge and the other gets mad so they splash paint on them and then it becomes a paint fight and before you know it, they’re on the floor kissing and covered in paint,” she explains.

“Like in 10 things I hate about you when they go to the paint place… it’s like paintball but they use water balloons?”

“How do you know that movie?” She’s genuinely shocked.

“I spend a lot of my time in hotels,” he reminds her and then does the unthinkable.

He grabs the paintbrush from the paint tray and brushes it along her bicep, “oh no, how did that happen?”

She gasps, “you did not…”

He nods, lips pressed together, “but I did?”

“We can’t make the floor blue,” she scolds him but then dips her finger in the paint and boops him on the nose, “there, now we’re even.”

He pulls her in close and kisses her, smearing the blue paint against her nose and cheek. She rests her hand on his cheek, getting more paint on his face and neck, and then the door opens and they have to break apart in a flurry.

“Jesus, Marble,” Andy knows right away that it’s just their dog and not her dad. She picks up the cute little Corgi and brings him over, “Spence, this is Marble.”

He pets his head, scratching behind his ear, “Hi Marble. You’re so nice, and quiet? Most dogs bark at me like I’m a danger to them.”

Andy laughs, “he’s so chill, he’s a Hotchner.”

“I didn’t know you had a dog?”

She nods, “he was my uncle Seans, but when he went into rehab the first time Marble came to live with us and now he doesn’t have a dog-friendly apartment.”

Spencer spends a few more moments petting Marble, taking to him sweetly without noticing how Andy watches him. “You’re going to be good with Jack when he’s born.”

“You think?” His eyes gleam.

She nods, “you’re gentile and you radiate a calmness that I think us Hotchner's gravitate towards.”

He just laughs to himself, shaking his head in absolute disbelief. “I can’t believe you actually like me?”

She sets Marble back down before looking up into Spencer’s eyes, she cups his face in her hands, “start believing it, pretty boy.”

“You’ll just have to show me how much later,” he teases, “I still don’t know how you sneak out…”

“Come with me,” she takes his hand and drags him to the door, looking out into the hall to make sure the coast is clear.

She continues down the hallway to her room, dragging Spencer inside, hearing Marble's little nails click on the hardwood as he follows with a pep in his step.

She grabs a makeup wipe and carefully takes the paint off Spencer's nose. “My turn,” he takes it from her and wipes the paint off her face too, he’s extra gentle with her, he uses this moment to study her face. There's a gold fleck in her brown eyes, she has so many freckles on her cheeks, she’s everything to him.

“I can’t wait to be alone with you,” she whispers, “like, really alone.”

“Me either,” his eyes flick between her lips and back to her eyes, all he’s thinking about is kissing her until he has to leave again.

But she breaks away, showing him the window, “my window leads to the roof, then I climb down the vines there, it’s not that hard.”

“Okay, he nods along, “your dad made it seem like you’re some Houdini who can sneak out of anything…”

“He’s overdramatic,” she laughs. “You should know that by now.”

“He’s only ever serious at work,” Spencer explains, “at least, I think so… I’m not sure. I’ve always had a hard time reading most people.”

“I figured,” she tilts her head slightly like she’s been studying him for a while and just found the hypothesis. “You said your mom has schizophrenia?”

He nods.

“Have you been checked for Autism?”

He nods again, “how did you know?”

“There’s a link between women with schizophrenia and having children with Autism,” she explains, “and most people with autism don't develop schizophrenia.”

“Really?” His heart stops, that’s the one fear he’s had his whole life. He never wanted to become like his mom. He wanted to grow up and have a family and provide the way he was supposed to. He wanted to be a good dad and marry a good woman to be a good mom to their kids who would only ever know a happy family.

Andy nods, stepping closer to him, she places a hand on his cheek and brings him in closer to her. She rests her forehead against his, “no matter what, I think you’re wonderful and sweet, and smart… you’re going to lead such a wonderful life, Spencer Reid.”

“I just hope you’re in it for a while,” he whispers. “A long while.”

“I hope so too.”

—

She told him where to park, how to jump the fence and where to wait outside her house, only for him to show up early to throw rocks at her window.

She opens it with a smirk, “I’m surprised you could hit it,” she whispers, teasing him for his typically bad aim. “Hold on a sec.”

He nods, not wanting to make too much sound outside, her dad could still hear them and wonder if it’s an intruder… he didn’t need to get shot just to take her on a date.

She grabs a jacket and a couple throw blankets before climbing out her window and onto the roof, her room was on top of the garage, so it wasn’t like her dad could hear her walking on the shingles. She tosses him the blankets and motions for him to step back while she grabs onto the trellis and shakes it a bit to check if it’s still as sturdy as it once was. She finds her footing, she climbs down carefully and before she knows it, she’s face to face with him in the garden again.

“Hi,” she whispers, getting closer to his face and brushing her nose against his.

“Hi,” he whispers back before stealing a quick kiss, he tosses the blankets under one arm and takes her hand in his, “let’s go.”

It’s so hard not to giggle as they run, Spencer is like a newborn giraffe with his shaky limbs and large strides. They sneak through the bushes, past the trees and over the little stone fence that mapped the perimeter.

His car is parked just down the street, “I hope you don’t mind, my car is ancient.”

“It’s cute,” she’s pleasantly surprised by it.

He walks her to the passenger side and opens the door for her, letting her get settled in before he closes it too. He rushes around to his side and quickly turns the car on.

“What did you have planned for tonight?”

“Well,” he smirks as he drives off, “Gideon is at his cabin this weekend which means the lake access near his house is vacant and now one can see us…”

“Ooh,” she likes the sound of that. “You sure he won’t mind us breaking in?”

He shakes his head, “I asked in advance if I could bring a girl over when he was out of town, so we can watch the stars and stuff… he laughed and told me to knock myself out.”

“That’s mean,” her brows furrow, giving him a similar upset look that her father carried around on a daily basis. “I seriously don’t understand why they think you’re some nerd virgin?”

“Cause I am?” He reminds her with a laugh, “I don’t mind. It’s nice that they don’t think I can have something like this because then they aren’t asking me questions, that would be the hard part.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because if I had the chance to talk about this with them, I’d never be able to shut up,” he admits, turning the same colour as the streetlight they stopped at. “I wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret if they knew I was seeing someone.”

“Does it bother you that I don’t want anyone to know?” She has been wondering that all week, hoping he didn’t think the worst. “I’m not ashamed to be with you, I don’t think you’re weird or anything, I just don’t want my dad to do to you what he did to Peter.”

“I heard about that, and just so you know, it wouldn’t phase me, I’m a doctor,” he teases.

“Funny,” she smacks his arm but then takes his hand in hers. “Seriously, I just want you to get to know me on my terms, not the version I am for my father or the reputation I have at school because of him, I want you to like me for me.”

“Do you want me to be honest?” He suggests, turning down a dimply lit back road where all his attention stays.

“Please do.”

“When I joined the team, your dad was celebrating you getting your GED and getting into Georgetown, he showed me all the photos in his office with you in them, I saw your softball championship and your grade 8 graduation, I heard all about how wonderful, talented and cool you were from him and that’s how I think of you,” he explains and her heart swells. “I know how mean kids can be at school, so what they say doesn’t matter. And frankly, from the moment I met you, I knew I wanted to know all of you, not just the bits of gossip I’ve heard from all over.”

“My dad said you were a genius, Haley said you were awkward and had a thing for blondes, that’s all I knew going into this,” she admits right back. “I flirted with you at the banquet because I thought it would be fun to make you blush, and then that shade of red became my favourite colour.”

“I am driving,” he reminds her, overwhelmed with feelings from her confession.

“Sorry,” she shakes the emotions out. “I’m just excited to be with you, that’s all.”

“I’m excited to be with you, too,” he admits. “And for what I have planned tonight, how would you feel about me setting up a little picnic and my telescope and we can look at the stars together?”

“I’d love that?” She can’t believe that’s what he planned. “Really?”

“It’s all in the trunk, and I’m glad you brought more blankets cause it’s colder than I expected,” he pretends to shiver.

“It’s the breeze off the lake,” she explains, “too bad I didn’t bring my bathing suit.”

“I’m not a good swimmer,” he admits. “I never really learned.”

“So now there are 3 things I get to teach you,” she teases him, so infatuated she could burst.

“What?”

“Shooting, sex and swimming.”

“Fuck you,” he can’t help but laugh, he just shakes his head and turns down Gideons street.

“I’m trying to get you to!” At least she’s honest.

“Soon.”

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beccascribbles · 4 years ago

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smol manager that's very anxious and goes to games with her team but gets overwhelmed v easily esp when strange men come up to her and try and hit on her hc's pwease (inzarizaki, seijoh, and nekoma?) ur writing is immaculate btw :)

a/n - thank you! kind of did a combo of hcs and a little scenario (was kind of struggling with the hcs lol). hope you like it!

inarizaki

aren't too protective of you

as a team, they believe in growth, and for you to grow, they need to encourage you to handle a lot of things alone

that being said, it's not uncommon for at least one of them to remain with you at a game or tournament

and they won't hesitate to step in if you're uncomfortable

you turned away from the water fountain, screwing on the lid of the final water bottle as you did so. atsumu and osamu had been waiting for you to finish, offering to help carry the bottles back. however, after a few minutes waiting for you, they had both found themselves bored and wandered off. now, you were alone. you sighed, hefting the crate of bottles off the floor.

"let me help you," drawled a voice beside you. "a pretty girl like you shouldn't be left to do the heavy lifting."

you smiled awkwardly as the stranger's hand reached forward to curl around the handle. he tugged it towards him, removing it from your grip. you clutched your hands together, staring studiously at the ground. you mumbled, "could you give it back? i can do it myself."

"maybe if you give me your number."

"um..." you hesitated, stalling for time as you looked in all directions, hoping to make eye contact with someone from your team. he glanced at the colour of your jacket, eyes widening in recognition. however, before he could speak again, atsumu's familiar voice cut through the air.

"what are ya doing with our manager?" he questioned, draping an arm over your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze. you glanced up at him, smiling at him in thanks. osamu, meanwhile, stepped forward and yanked the water bottles from the stranger's grasp.

"you can go now," osamu stated, fixing the stranger with a stare. the stranger glanced over at you one more time, taking note of the possessive arm atsumu had over your shoulder, before walking away. osamu then turned to you, offering a small smile. "you alright?"

"um, yeah, maybe," you stammered, pulling at your sleeves awkwardly. "let's just head back to the team."

you reached forward to take the crate of bottles from osamu's hand, but he moved it away from you, beginning to walk down the corridor away from you. atsumu took off after him, turning once to look over at you. "you coming?"

"yep," you nodded, following them down the hallway.

seijoh

so protective it could be overbearing at times

immediately on the defensive whenever someone approaches you, likely to step in before there is a chance for you to become uncomfortable

collectively agree that, rather than a manager, you are like the little sister of the team (or at least someone they want to keep safe and protect)

you weren't alone in the hallway, far from it. the third years were stood against the wall, talking quietly among themselves. you, meanwhile, were busy flicking through your clipboard, adding occasional notes to the pages. glancing upwards, you made eye contact with someone, immediately looking away, heat rising to your cheeks. the shuffle of your feet, the awkward clearing of your throat, was enough to have iwaizumi stepping towards you.

"you alright, y/n?" he asked, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder and giving it a squeeze, eyes glancing over to the stranger who had been watching you. he had been about to make his way over, but, at the sight of the ace beside you, had backed away.

"no one bothering you are they?" sung oikawa, his voice obnoxiously loud as he shot the stranger a harsh glare. his hand came to rest on your other shoulder, thumb rubbing soothingly into the muscle.

you looked up at him, lips quirking upwards in a slight smile. "that's kind of impossible when you guys always leap in beforehand."

"well, if the captain can't protect the team's precious manager, he's not much of a captain," grinned oikawa, giving your hair an affectionate ruffle.

nekoma

are instantly on the attack, hackles raising

kuroo's probably the worst, but no one hesitates to step in when you're uncomfortable

know you struggle in crowded environments so make sure you are never alone, even if you try to convince them you can manage it

that being said, you tend to get lost quite easily

only you could disappear from sight so suddenly, kuroo mused. moments previously, you had been clutching onto the back of kuroo's jacket, staying close in the crowd. he had turned to speak to you, to see how you were managing, and you had disappeared. instantly, he had sent the team off into the crowd.

lev was using his height to his advantage, peering over the heads of those in the crowd trying to spot you. it should've been easy, considering the bright red tracksuit you were wearing. even kenma had put away his gaming console to help, phone out as he tried ringing you.

kuroo's eyes widened, spotting a flash of red against the wall. he dove into the crowd, pushing people out of his way as he moved towards what he hoped was you.

the scene in front of him made him grit his teeth, narrowing his eyes at the man who had caged you against the wall. you were staring at your feet, fingers fiddling with the hem of your jacket. his voice was frosty when he spoke.

"you want to give her some space?" he questioned, hand landing on the man's shoulder and physically dragging him away from you. kenma had followed kuroo through the crowd and was now leading you away, letting your hand clutch his as he took you towards the team. the man looked as if he were about to protest. "i'd keep that mouth fucking shut if i were you."

kuroo physically turned the man, giving him a harsh push in the opposite direction. "get moving. we don't have all day."

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anonymous-dentist · 3 years ago

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do u have any fic recs? im so starving

Yep! Fair warning, though, most of (if not all of) these are gonna be karlnapity because I'm one of the few that goes through the tag on a regular basis.

Under the read more for length's sake.

¿tu idioma o el mío? (your language or mine?) Basically, Quackity realizes that neither Karl nor Sapnap speak Spanish and realizes, wow, he can tease them all he wants and they won't know a thing. But, whoops, maybe his joke proposals aren't jokes after all. I really like this one! Idk why. I have a soft spot for fluff for fluff's sake. Let's Just Call It Commonlaw Karl, Sapnap, and Quackity are three very drunk roommates who accidentally get married through a commonlaw marriage and forget about it entirely. Only problem when they find out it's legit is that Karl is in love with his roommates, and that Sapnap and Quackity aren't in love with him. Right? Anyway, this one's written by my number one fan and I'm this fic's number one fan. The legal aspects might not be all there, but I'm a historian, not a lawyer. It's sweet and cute. Enough said. Oh, Sinners Come Down Wilbur-centric. After the Antarctic Empire conquered the existing empire, the homeless population is in shambles, including one Wilbur Soot and his house full of tiny nuisances. And then some asshole named Technoblade shows up and says that the Empire is going to build a homeless shelter. Again, idk why I like this one so much, especially considering my distaste for c!sbi, but it honestly comes off as more of a semi-dsmp semi-smp earth type of deal. When The Sunlight Dies Runaway Prince George and his emotionally-devastated knight, Sapnap, are on their way out of the kingdom when they run into local shmucks, Karl and Quackity. Add in the weird god dude doing the worst job at trying to 'force' George through a corruption arc, and it's a legit good time. Look, I may dislike this fic personally, but this is an objective list. There's a reason everyone and their mother recommends this one. It's just good. Just ignore the random bits of infodumping, but that's all in the second half of the fic. (Note: I do not recommend the very unneeded and overly-long final chapter or the sequel fic. At all. Save yourself the trouble and go outside instead.) tuck me in your covers, bring the colour back into my face Quackity definitely is absolutely alright. Don't even worry about him. Except he is kinda super traumatized and really doesn't wanna think about that. This is another one that's usually recommended, and I think it's pretty unique in that, unlike a lot of other fics in the 'genre', this fic doesn't present Quackity's PTSD as a weakness. I Out of the Woods Three idiots on one couch what problems can happen??? Gasp, a romcom!? Anyway, Karlnap are an established couple, and Quackity shows up and confuses both of them by being the most attractive man in the universe. Idk, I don't normally like college fics, but this one was nice. It's simple. Chill as hell. We Must Have Good Pitch, ‘Cause Baby, You and Me are So In Tune! Band au with bonus dnf. Look, everything Quid touches is just. It's good! I don't even like band aus! Geodes in the Gravel Immortal biographer and immortal shapeshifter menace decide to try and court freshly-immortal former vampire hunter-turned-vampire. Awkwardness and sweetness ensues. Technically this is part of a series by an author I don't really like, but it's perfectly readable on its own. Bad Blood Bad invites Karl and Quackity over to talk about their relationship with Sapnap. It's cute, and it's mostly just our two idiots having crisis after crisis during this conversation as Bad sits there pleasantly having a very good time. It's Not Like You Ever Tried To Stay Sapnap went to the Red Banquet. I think they should hug :( A Leap of Faith Tommy goes to Quackity to learn how to fly, and Quackity is the best big brother material anyone could ask for. Look, Q is better big brother than Wil could ever be. Enough said.

#asks!#anon!#fic recs!#i would have done more but there's a character limit apparently #so alas #i tried to include ones i haven't seen on lists before!#also read my fic read my fic read my fic read my fic

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dorotharry · 4 years ago

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tiny dancer ; chapter two

Pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 3

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: torture, nightmares, angst, let me know if there's anything else :)

Summary: After being drafted for the war in 1942, Bucky goes to the ballet a week before having to leave with his best friend Steve. There he becomes infatuated you with the prima ballerina of the show, and he just has to meet you before his last week in Brooklyn is up. He hopes one day you would meet again; little does it know it will be 72 years later.

A/N: honestly I have no clue where I’m going but I’m hoping you’re all still following. There’s still soooo much to go into readers past and yep, it’s gonna take a while but I hope you enjoy this. Please feel free to give feedback, like and repost it would mean a lot! :)

MY MASTERLIST

*gif not mine

1943

Your head felt groggy, as you woke up. Not enough energy from an ounce of your body to open your eyes for the time being. The more your body woke up from the darkness of slumber the more the pounding of aches and pains became less subtle and started to fill each and every muscle. You weren’t sure where you were or what had happened, but you suddenly became aware that your surroundings weren’t familiar. The air was too cool and there was an eeriness from lack of noise.

Finally, you were able to pry your eyes open. The colours swirled around you into one, until they became to create recognisable shapes. Although this wasn’t somewhere you recognised, just as your mind had thought even before getting to look around.

You were laid down on a metal ‘bed’ if you could even call it a bed. The coolness of the metal began to get to you a shiver running down your spine and you attempted to get up. Only to be restricted. It was now when you noticed you had straps holding your ankles, down, but not only this; there was a limpness to your form. In fact, you didn’t have any real connection to your muscles. As if a switch had been turned on in your head you realised, this wasn’t a bed. It was a table.

Suddenly your anxiety rose. In an ill attempt to do something you turned you head groggily to the left, only to be met with machines, and hospital devices. You took in a sharp breath. This definitely wasn’t a hospital so why the machines? Rolling your head to the right with just as much difficultly as last time you were met with darkness. The faint sound of feet shuffling in the distance, and the whirring of more machines.

Almost as if whoever it was had realised you were awake, a bright white light turned on above you causing you to groan from the sudden contrast to the previous darkness. The footsteps became louder, as whoever it was approached you from their hiding spot.

“Ah you’re awake,” the voice started, “you know you gave our men quite a difficult time back there. Are you going to behave this time?”

Your voice barely was able to respond, only a hushed whisper came out, “Who are you? Where am I?” This worked to rejog your memory as you saw flashes of men running after you, as you had leapt from this same table. You had gotten pretty far and fought back fairly well but this place… whatever it was; was a maze. Realising now that amongst being kidnapped and knocked unconscious. Your first attempt to escape was probably why you were in pain all over. A vision of a few men jumping on top of you and beating you unconscious. Again. That must have been why you were tied down this time.

“I think you know the answer to that.” the small man with glasses responded appearing finally out of the darkness. “…We’re HYDRA, and you y/n...” He spoke reaching under your chin in a condescending manner. “…Were firstly going to be a pawn against your stupid Captain America. But you’ve shown promise, something our other soldiers don’t have. Neither your American ones. My guess is it comes from your ballet training.” He shrugged as he moved away from you, turning and looking for something. Suddenly his hand was on a switch and machines began to rumble.

“Please,” you responded choking on your own words, “please just kill me!” You knew something was coming, otherwise why would be so aloof.

He chuckled at your words as he stood behind you. “The red skull doesn’t want me to do that, he needs more soldiers, and that’s exactly what we’re going to make you.” And with that you saw a metal machine slowly being dropped down over your left eye, and below your right jaw, causing your panic to rise. As quick as the unbearable pain started, so did darkness.

Present day ; 2017

You woke up screaming as the pain of what had happened almost a century ago shot through your entire body. You fumbled out of bed in a sweat like you did most nights. Heading towards your small kitchen in your small apartment. It was filled with greys, no life within in, you felt there was no need, why celebrate a life with no life?

Your life had changed in so many ways after 1943. You were one of HYDRA’S many toys, the many men that surrounded you called you tiny dancer, but not in a kind way, in a misogynistic arrogant way. Most people at that time though saw you as a weapon, something to be feared of, and they should have.

After you had stumbled upon the Winter Soldier on a mission in 2014 working as a freelance agent having cut your ties with HYDRA mere months before hand, it was only a few months when so had Captain America. From what you had heard amongst assassins under the radar living in Madripoor like you, it hadn’t gone well for HYDRA and now the Winter Soldier was nowhere to be found, invoking fear within many who had made themselves enemies to him. But you were sure his best friend would be looking for him. Whilst you had decided to go against helping him, Steve was not that kind of person.

Time had not been kind to you, you were no longer the frail girl who could fall in love in a week. In fact, you weren’t sure if you actually could feel love anymore. HYDRA had to make sure there was no collateral. Still once you saw him that night you wondered how amongst your many years with HYDRA, how you had never run into Bucky: The Winter Soldier. You had heard of the winter soldier, but you never knew it was Bucky behind the ghost of a person. Probably on purpose, HYDRA had been in your mind. Tthere was no doubt they knew who he was to you back then.

Not only did it invoke these thoughts, but it had led to your retirement. Well not your retirement, you were still about 25 years old on the outside, and though nor Steve or Bucky knew you were alive you knew how it felt to be in their position.

Hiding out in your small apartment in Madripoor was where you had spent most of your life since 2014, staying on the down low in case HYDRA somehow re-emerged, looking for revenge on a project they had wasted so much time on. You.

You weren’t sure why they were so surprised people like you hated them with so much anger. They had taken your life, Bucky’s life and made you weapons against your will. You didn’t hold their values, it was forced upon you.

You shook yourself from your thoughts again. You only got sentimental after nightmares, and the nightmares had been pretty continuous after seeing Bucky those few years ago, so really you were sentimental most mornings. You think it had something to do with seeing him and how it brought back memories you didn’t even know you had.

Reaching for a bottle of water, you took a sip looking over at the clock that read 3am. You groaned, knowing that you’d probably never have a good night’s sleep again. Terrible payback for a terrible past. No sleep for the wicked.

You shuffled yourself back to your room getting into bed and turning on the tv as a way to mindlessly distract yourself until you actually had to do stuff.

A few hours past until it was 7am, and you decided you could at least go for a shower before your day at work. Working at a bar that opened at 9am wasn’t exactly high class living; especially when you had to deal with drunks so early in the day, so it definitely required more motivation than most jobs. You couldn’t do what you were originally good at, dance. And you’d decided you probably shouldn’t be doing what you were trained for. Killing people.

Turning on the shower to allow it to warm up, you rid yourself of your clothes, suddenly aware of how stiff your muscles were after another bad dream. Stepping in you let the water try and wash it away, and though it did help you knew it would only reappear tonight in another form of a nightmare. You closed your eyes sighing in content, and it did last for a brief moment until you heard banging on your front door.

At first you tried to ignore it, but it got louder and more aggravated and suddenly your heart had fell to your stomach, resorting to thinking of the worst that could be behind that door. Getting out you threw some clothes back on. You reached under your bed grabbing your shot gun, holding it close to yourself as you slowly walked towards the door that had started banging again. Times like this you wished you had a peep hole to look through.

You turned on your best poker face and opened the door abruptly to be more hostile. Only you were met with someone you didn’t know, though for some reason you felt you recognised. On the other side of the door stood a woman all in black, her hair was in a blonde bob and for a brief second you thought you saw a reaction flash across her face like she knew you too.

“Is this y/n?” she spoke firmly and with poise.

You raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Is it?” she returned her poker face staying on her face.

“Yes.” You huffed, the half-amused face falling from your face, returning back to the glare you constantly wore. “Who are you?”

She raised her hand for you to shake her face accompanying it with a small smile, which you hesitantly took.

“Nice to finally meet you y/n, I’ve been looking for you under Fury’s instruction for a while, my name’s Natasha.”

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reidyoulikeabook · 4 years ago

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Champagne Problems

#Request: could you write something based on ‘champagne problems’? creative license is yours and go ham however you see fit but i was thinking reader breaks things off between her and spencer seemingly without warning etc etc

Summary: You and Spencer had been together for almost 2 years. So when he asks you to marry him, that’s got to be a no-brainer, right?

Warnings: Angst, a lot of angst. Minor mentions of threat, blackmail, violence and drugs.

Word count: 2k

A/N: Writing this hurt my feelings. Badly. Just the idea of sad Spencer destroys me. That having been said, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy writing it. Anyway, as always, requests are open!

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Spencer hasn’t moved off the couch in at least 8 hours. He hadn’t slept. Not since you’d left.

He’d been agonising over the proposal for months. He’d consulted Morgan, who’d said, “Pretty boy, you could ask her over coffee on the jet and she’d say yes. Don’t worry so much about making it perfect.”

Garcia, who’d squealed, bouncing in her seat at the thought of another BAU wedding, “Oh my gosh! You have to make it beautiful! Amazing! You two are finally gonna get married! Is she pregnant? Not that she has to be just, my god, this team has a reputation for shotgun weddings.”

He’d briefly considered asking Rossi, who had surely proposed enough times by now for him to be classified as an engagement expert. Hotch would probably have had some sage advice, and Emily well...he wasn’t exactly sure what her advice would have been, actually. He might have wound up asking them if what J.J had said to him hadn’t been so helpful.

“Do whatever feels most authentic to you. Neither of you are fans of a big show, you’re not ‘fly a blimp over Quantico’ people. Just, do something that feels right.”

So he’d done that. Spencer loved the solace of your apartment. It’s where you spent the vast majority of your date nights: ordering in fancy takeout, watching shows, sometimes just sitting and reading together in the bay window. If Spencer had a glass or two of wine, he could sometimes be coaxed into dancing.

What felt right to him was this: the apartment bathed in the glow of the fairylights he’d put up earlier, supported by the gentle golden light of the colour changing lightbulb he’d purchased especially. The record player prepared with your favourite album. A chilled bottle of wine resting on the table, next to a bouquet of fresh flowers contained in a crystal vase he’d had to demolish half the spare bedroom to find.

He was more than a little nervous, as he posted himself up at the dining room table to await your arrival. He couldn’t stop the train of thoughts: what if she says no? What if she doesn’t want me?

The only thing that helped stifle his nerves was thinking of how the others had reacted when he’d told them. What Morgan had said. Then he trails his mind back, to all the times he’d felt so insecure, so unworthy of your love. You’d never failed to remind him that he was the best thing to happen to you. That every insecurity he had was actually just a quirk about him that you loved. Your love poured into him, filling a lifetime of holes made by other peoples criticiques and mockery. He took a deep breath. He would be okay. This would be okay. You loved him. God knows you’d told him that enough times.

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“What’s all this?” You ask, coming through the door and shrugging the laptop case off your shoulders.

“I just thought, since our anniversary is coming up and we could get called out on a case...I thought we could celebrate early. On a night we know we have off.”

“That’s really thoughtful,” You say with a smile, “I can’t believe you did all this Spence.”

He stands, crossing the room to help you take your jacket off, “You deserve something special.”

“Good job you’re something special then,” You say, allowing him to lift the jacket off your shoulders, leaning in to peck his cheek as he does it.

Moving away from you to hang your jacket on the coat hanger, he feels the anxiety start to climb again. He’s imagined the scenario a million times in his head, played it out. He knew he’d be nervous. But nothing, no run-through in his mind could have prepared him for the anxiety he feels as you take your seat at the table.

“Shall I open this?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Spence you got the fancy one,” You say, a question in your voice that he pretends not to hear.

“Well it is for our anniversary, can’t buy the five dollar bottle to celebrate two years together,” He says, taking his seat opposite you.

“Two years huh?”

“Yep. Well, currently one year, eleven months and fifteen days, if you take a month to mean thirty days.”

“That’s gone pretty fast.”

“Actually it’s pretty widely agreed by psychologists that as we get older our subjective perception of time speeds up. There’s no real consensus on what exactly the cause is but it’s thought that it might have something to do with the expansion of our neuron network and the greater distance signals have to travel which slows down our processing time.”

You laugh, “Well that’s a very scientific way to tell me we’re getting old.”

“You’re not even thirty.”

“Not far off.”

“Well I’m sure I’ll think you’re just as beautiful at thirty, and fourty, and fifty, and-”

You cut him off, laughing again, “Is there a scientific theory to support that or are you just spitballing here?”

“This is all me.”

Something about the way he says that sounds so vulnerable that it makes your heart ache.

Spencer’s a little nervous, but not anything close to massively alerting you. You decide to chalk it down to just Spencer being Spencer, mostly out of not wanting to dwell on it too much. The evening passes in exchange of old memories, light teasing as you recall how long it’d taken him to summon the courage to kiss you for the first time.

He’s trying to work out when. When you head to the bathroom, he decides it has to be when you come back. Before he loses his nerve. He swallows another sip of wine for courage, smiling at the thought that he’ll get to introduce you as his fiance at work tomorrow.

Entering the room, you spy how he’s smiling to himself. You have half a mind to ask him what he’s thinking about, but he interrupts you before you can.

“Wanna dance?” He asks, having wandered to where the record player sits, covered in a thin layer of dust.

“Yeah. Dancing sounds good.”

Flicking the needle down, that familiar song starts playing.

You make your way over to where he stands on your living room rug. He puts one arm around your waist, keeping your other hand in his. You move in time to the music, letting him twirl you around with ease.

“I have something to ask you,” he murmurs, spinning you again so you come flying to rest against his chest.

Your head rests just under his chin, and the dance slows down to a gentle sway.

Your heart is pounding.

“Yeah?”

“I-I had this whole speech planned,” he says, softly, "But I think...I think I just want to ask you now. I think you know how I feel about you. How much I love you. So I wanted to ask you, if you want to marry me.”

You drop his hand. Stepping back, you scan his face. Seeing the panic, the questionning, the confusion.

“Spencer I-I can’t. I can’t do that.”

Confusion flickers across his features, eyebrows furrowing, lips pressing against one another. He tries to keep the tears from filling his eyes but he can’t. They glint with all the hurt. With his worst nightmare realised. You’re just stood there, statue-still. Staring at him with something he can’t figure out. Horror? Shock? How could it be either of those things. His chest heaves, he flounders. Even when he imagined this, he never planned what he’d say next. What he’d really do if you said no. It dawns on him then. He never really believed it would happen.

“W-Why?” He finally chokes, taking a step towards you only to promptly feel another kick to the gut as you, in turn, retreat.

“I just...” You trail off, mouth opening and closing, “I just. I just can’t.”

He doesn’t get the chance to puzzle out what the look on your face is. It’s imperceptible. Before he can think of anything else to say, before he can even begin to comprehend the way his world just shattered, you’re gone.

He thinks he hears a quiet, “I’m sorry,” as you scuttle out of the apartment door and disappear.

***

At some point, he makes it to the couch. It goes dark around him, the batteries in the fairy lights die at some point. So he sits illuminated in only the light of the lamp.

Eidetic memory allows his brain to become a theatre. Showing only one film: The Time You Said No. Dropped his hand. Stepped back, as if you were wounded, injured. The confusion in your voice. How it shook, broke, when you said ‘I-I can’t.’ How you just left. How you promised you’d never leave and here you were, slipping out the apartment door without a second look. He’s not even analysing. He just sits, replaying the night in his head. Hot tears slipping down his cheeks everytime he gets to the part where you leave. He doesn’t wipe them. Just starts again.

***

He’s vaguely aware of a phone ringing beside him. Picking it up, he sees it’s 7:52am, which means he’s going to be late for work. There are several missed calls. He would check to see who they’re from but he doesn’t really care.

Will you be at work?

The thought almost makes him want to go. It dawns on him then that he has absolutely no idea where you are, and somehow that’s worse than knowing you left. He scrambles for the phone, picking it up and dialling your number. It rings, from inside your jacket. The jacket you left on the back of the chair.

If he goes into work and you’re not there...he bristles at the thought. Nausea rises in him, his forehead starting to feel clammy with a light sheen of sweat as he processes: he has no idea where you are. For the first time in two years, he has no idea where you are and no way to find out.

Then it hits him. This might just be his life now. He has to run to the bathroom and vomit.

***

You’ve fucked it up. You’ve fucked it up and you know it the moment you get out of your apartment building and into the freezing cold air. There’s no way to explain it.

You’d received an email this afternoon. It was footage of Elle. You’d been home late because you’d had to go to Hotch, who’d spent the afternoon nervously pacing. Various agents, increasing in status each time, had flooded the office.

There was no way of knowing, right now, who’d sent the email. Or what they could see. What they had access to. How could you accept a proposal from Spencer when you knew that doing so could put him in jepoardy? What if they had something on him?

The entire team had looked the other way while you’d helped him to wrangle the dilaudid addiction and get himself back on his feet. That time pained you to think about. But there were so many things that a person could get their hands on. How could you say yes to taking your relationship further when everything was so off-balance right now?

You should have told him. No matter about Hotch or Strauss swearing you to secrecy. You should have told him. Shame rises, deep in your gut, at the monumental fuck-up you’d just made. If it hadn’t been this afternoon, if you hadn’t been on edge already, if you’d had the time to think about things. You would have responded differently. If you’d just had some more time.

But you’re here now. Wondering, how exactly you could explain that you’d done this because you were worried someone might hurt him.

How can you say you were protecting him, when in doing so you destroyed him?

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ladyeliot · 4 years ago

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I got you.

Request: Anonymous. Hello there, first of all I love your way of writing, the fics are great! Could I send you an request? Maybe the reader and Chris met again after the pandemic, they have an unfinished relationship and she realizes that she still loves him. Don't worry if you don't feel like it, thanks a lot!

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warning: Mentions of anxiety and the pandemic. A little angst.

Word count: 2687

Notes: Sorry for taking so long! And for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

There had been so many times when you had imagined yourself growing old with him in that house that you didn't know how to deal with the situation right now. You were in Massachusetts, inside your car, standing in front of his house, without any warning and without knowing how he would react when he saw you after so many months.

You and Chris had a history, a short but passionate history that lasted two and a half years as an established couple and one year with comings and goings. The reason for the break-up was not the end of the love, but the time. The time you spent apart was longer than the time you spent together, your work was not very compatible with his, and although you both did your best to overcome it, it was not enough. Even so, after the friendly break-up the relationship didn't end completely, let's say it never had a point and end, becoming friends with benefits, and it was something that didn't seem to matter to you. However, there was a conversation going on between you, and although neither of you named it, that conversation was present. Every time you coincided for a short period of days everything happened except that conversation, and without it neither of you could evolve, neither of you could have freedom. You felt that you were still bound, and you both knew it.

The global pandemic did not benefit your situation, while he stayed in Boston with his family, you flew home. At first everyone thought that the situation would be resolved in a couple of months at most, but as time went on the problem became bigger. The months passed, the pandemic became uncontrollable and everyone stopped their lives. Your contact with Chris was not lost, but it weakened, there were too many things to think about and the constant fear that something might happen to a loved one made you anxious, and your priorities were elsewhere.

As time went by you discovered to value the little things in life, perhaps because of the pandemic. You realized what really mattered, what made you happy and what you were willing to fight for in your day-to-day life. Chris was one of those things. Your life with him was not perfect, like nothing else in this life, but the positives outweighed the negatives. Confinement allowed you to meditate, to consider how you wanted your future to be and to discover that the important thing was to live in the moment, because you never know what is going to happen. It was clear that during the pandemic you couldn't fight for what you wanted, nor take a plane and fly to where he was, but things would slowly come back to normal, and it would be time to make an important decision.

As you had predicted, light began to appear at the end of the tunnel. Things were relaxing again, taking on a new normalcy and you had to start to take up your old life again. Conversations with Chris had increased over the last few months, you had too much to say but it was a bit difficult for both of you to put it on the screen, so in the end you always ended up talking nonsense and getting a laugh out of each other. Maybe that was what you liked best about him, that he managed to make you smile even in your worst moments. It was comforting to discover that he was well, that he had overcome, with his more and with his less, that period and that your feelings towards him had not changed.

It was obvious that you were back to your routine, and that meant that work would barely let you take a break. The New York company had not dealt with the COVID crisis very well and the situation was quite alarming. You barely had time to reconnect with your friends, as you set foot in New York City hundreds of business problems fell upon you. Stress was trapping you, preventing you from even sleeping at night, and all you needed was to escape from that environment because your head was going to explode. You were told that several trips were planned to discuss the impact the pandemic had had on various locations around the country, and you felt an immediate relief when you were told, unless you could get away from the centre of the bomb.

Your destination was even more comforting, as it was barely 30 kilometres from your previous residence with Chris. The plane left for Boston first thing in the morning, the sky had not yet awakened and you chose to rest your eyes for the 60 minutes that the journey took. You hadn't spoken to him for the last two weeks, basically since you arrived in New York, when he called you, you were in business meetings and always came home in the early hours of the morning, falling into bed. That was your life, quite complicated to complement with external factors.

The meeting with the Boston headquarters was not too negative, which got you to relax and send good news to your company. The most positive factor you brought out is that you had finished early enough to do what you had in mind since you discovered your trip to Boston. You borrowed a car from your company and set off for the house where you had lived for almost two years. You didn't know if he would be there when you arrived or if it would be completely empty, but you erased those thoughts from your mind and just drove.

You knew the route perfectly, you used to do it every morning. It was nice to rediscover the variety of colours that those little forests could have during the autumn. You lowered the window so that the wind would fill the interior of the car, producing extreme relief in you, relaxing every limb and freeing your mind from any stressful event. That's all you wanted during the long, final months of your life. It took you just over 30 minutes to reach your destination, and when you were there the world around you came to a standstill. It had been so long since you had been in front of each other that a little worry had formed inside you.

You assumed that naturalness was the best way to deal with such a situation, so you chose to get out of the car and face what might happen. You analysed the outside of the house, there was no car in the driveway, no sign of anyone inside, but a very familiar voice, along with some barking, guided you to the back of the garden. A wistful look on your face, and your smile widened when you discovered that Dodger, hearing the rustling of leaves under your feet, had noticed you. From the distance he headed towards you at great speed, causing Chris to fix his gaze on you. As usual, Dodger lunged at you, causing you to fall backwards into the wet grass, but you were used to that.

The next few minutes hundreds of emotions met in the air. The reunion with Chris was silent, but many things were said through the eyes. First came the nervous smiles, then the excited look and then the hugs.

"It's been so long since I've hugged you... that I've forgotten how it feels to be hugged by you," he whispered those words in your ear and made you tremble, wishing that the embrace would never end.

There were no questions between the two of you, no "What are you doing here" or "Why did you come here", you didn't need an answer to either of them, you wanted to focus on the moment. You went back into that house, for the first time in a long time, accompanied by a Dodger that was fully seeking your attention and that almost prevented you from walking.

"Let's go, buddy! Let Y/N in the house," he said trying to catch him. "Oh, he just ignores me. I'm sorry you'll have to manage on your own. He has chosen, very smart."

Chris' comment made you show a sweet smile as Dodger tried to lick your whole face as you crouched at his height.

"I've missed you too, sweetie," you said, standing up as you could.

You headed inside the house, where Chris was watching you with a tender expression on his face. As you entered, a warmth and that unmistakable aroma of Chris was in the air. It was a mixture between the smell of wood from the fireplace and his fragrance. That caused your senses to come together and create a familiarity in you. You looked around curiously, quickly analysing every corner, Chris waited while you checked.

"It's all the same," you said in a soft tone smiling at him.

"Yep," he replied in the same soft tone. "Will you stay for dinner with us?"

You showed him a smile as you slowly nodded. "That sounds great."

You knew you had one night before your plane back to New York left the next day. There was too much to do and too much to say for just one night, and neither of you were likely to start that conversation, you were experts at it.

Both of you got down to work in the kitchen, as if you were back in the past. Neither of you were experts in that field, but you used to let yourselves go. Dodger, calmer, took a seat in his basket and watched you with curiosity.

"Beer?" asked Chris, approaching you with a bottle.

"Thank you," you took it and took a little drink, imitating him.

The situation was common, two people cooking, but for you it was not at all common where you were. Chris was a person who did not hide his emotions, and you had seen this during the time you had spent together. In the relationship it was much harder for you to express what you were feeling, but at that moment it was perhaps not too much for you to be back in your old home, with the man you had loved, after a year of not seeing each other and having a relationship that was not quite closed.So you finally put down the knife you were cutting onions with and threw yourself away, knowing that everything could go wrong.

"Aren't you going to ask me why I'm here?" You frowned softly and looked at him.

Chris was caught off guard by the question, as he watched you and arched his eyebrows, while leaning against the refrigerator.

"Okay," he nodded across his arms. "Why are you here?

You remained pensive, you had gone into the lion's den, because even you did not know very well how to answer that question. Why were you there? You opened your lips to look for a coherent explanation, but nothing. Chris was waiting for the answer, but he realised that you didn't know what to say, so he approached you. "It's okay," he said, taking a lock of your hair and putting it behind his ear.

"No," you frowned. "It's not okay."

"What do you mean?" he asked curiously, returning to his previous position.

"To us," you pointed. "I don't know if it's right what we're doing to each other.”

"What are we doing to each other?" he asked gently, trying to get you to express what was on your mind.

"This," you raised your voice a little. "We didn't finish. We have no end..."

"That's why you came," he crossed his arms at a considerable distance. "To put an end to it?"

You asked yourself if you had come to that, and the answer was obvious, no, you had not come to that.

"No", you whispered looking into his eyes, then you put your hand to your face. "God, this is too complicated."

"Hey...", he came up to you again and took his hand away from your face. "If it wasn't complicated it wouldn't be us."

Those were the truest words he had ever said. You both had a magnet for complicated situations and were the first to try to deal with them.

"Try to tell me why you came here," he kindly insisted again. "I have a clear idea, but I need you to confirm it.

You remembered how you felt when you got there, when you drove there, when you discovered that the business trip was taking you to Boston, where he was. All your happiness in those days was for him. During the pandemic you told yourself that you needed a change in your life, that many things had been lost because of your previous priorities, and your mood had also changed.

"I have come... ", you sighed, emptying your lungs and taking in air again. "I'm here... During the pandemic, I realized what really makes me happy, how things can change from one day to the next and that you have to fight for what you want." You felt a little embarrassed. "God..."

Chris knew how complex everything was for you, that you only extracted your sentimental feelings and thoughts when you were angry and had an argument, so that was a big effort.

"Please Y/N, continue", he gave you a soft smile.

"In short..." you started.

"No, don't summarize", Chris cut you off with a little laugh, which relaxed you.

"Okay," you leaned against the kitchen island and took a breath of air. "It's simple, I've decided that I want to be happy, and you make me happy.”

When you released that sentence you felt an inner relief, you freed yourself from a great weight that had been with you for a long time, and now Chris had everything in his hands. The next ten seconds were the longest of your life, you waited to see Chris' reaction, who was just a few meters away looking at you with a little smile on his face, that you didn't know how to take it.

"Well?" you whispered expectantly. "Are you planning to say something?"

The smile on Chris' face widened and he slowly took a step towards you to shorten the distance, standing face to face, finding you between the kitchen island and his body. He didn't say anything, it was what he did that made you realize his opinion. He stretched out his arms to take your face in his hands and approached you very slowly to kiss your lips. Your heart gave a return when you felt him so close to you again, testing his taste on your lips again, rediscovering the touch of his beard. A bark from Dodger came in the moment, but you barely noticed the event, as you were too busy meeting again.

You split up by cutting off the kiss and frowning.

"Wait. You haven't said anything, what do you think?"

"Come on honey, isn't it obvious?"

You arched an eyebrow waiting, Chris rolled his eyes and caught you sitting on the kitchen counter, you being taller than him.

"You're going to make me say it," he said, looking at your smile. "If I tell you that I love you, so that I can kiss you again and then later develop the answer, will that help?”

Those were the things you loved about him.

"It depends on the kiss."

Chris soon had you in his hands again, more firmly than the previous time. You let yourselves go forgetting everything around you, as if you wanted to make up for all the lost time, all the time apart. Chris lifted you off the counter again and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"I got you," he whispered against your lips.

"You've always got me."

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yuzu-all-the-way · 2 years ago

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People you want to know more about

Okay, let's do this. Thanks @seimei-chsq for the tag 😌

Hmm, I'm tagging @annainnorth @ereinionlomionar and @doomduck - no need for you to do this, though!

Favourite colour: arguably not a colour, but a non-colour - black

Favourite food: I'm very picky when it comes to food and drinks, so something basic like either schnitzel or a certain type of sour soup. Nope, changed my mind - I've recently tried Mexican food and fell in love with Quesadilla

Song stuck in your head: Right now, Let Me Entertain You by Robbie Williams because I was listening to it today while finishing a post

Last thing you googled: without double-checking, it must be Yuzu related. Yep, "Yuzuru Hanyu quotes". That's because I was working on a page for my bullet journal and needed a motivational, but funny quote. Of course I ended up with "Submit by due date even if it's not complete"

Time: 9:44 PM as I type

Dream trip: Scotland - I love Celtic history and culture. Since I was a kid I wanted to visit countries that these people have inhabited. I first went to Ireland while I was in my next to last year of high school, then I was supposed to go to Scotland in my next to last year of university - but Covid hit (so that was 2020) and my plans got cancelled.

Last book you read: I read two books simultaneously - The Well of Ascension by Brandon Sanderson and Heroes by Stephen Fry. I don't remember which I finished first.

Last book you enjoyed reading: I enjoy reading pretty much every book that I pick up, but the one that I can really truly say "I LOVED IT" most recently is The Secret History by Donna Tartt.

Last book you hated reading: Mansfield Park by Jane Austen. I normally enjoy her books, but this one had some very absurd characters - while this was clearly the intention, I can't stand stupid characters.

Favourite thing to cook/bake: My cooking/baking talents are basically non-existent. Plus (or because of that) I hate cooking, so even when I have to cook, I count the minutes until my food's ready and can get out of the kitchen.

Favourite craft to do in your spare time: Bullet Journaling. It's a habit I picked up in my 2nd year of university and it helped me keep my tasks organized and have a decent schedule. It's a bit useless when I don't have much to do because I end up having so much time I procrastinate. Sometimes I just fill in pages with a certain theme, the most recent being a TenChi-themed one

Most niche dislike: Hehe, I have a lot of things I dislike, but not sure what would be considered niche. Hmm, the sound of heavy footsteps.

Opinion on circuses now and in history: My knowledge of circuses in history is limited to what I have seen in scattered news articles - historically, I know some circus troops were made of people with disabilities that were shunned by society. Not sure what opinion to have on that - society sucked then and sucks now. About nowadays circuses - my mom used to take me to the circus as a kid whenever it rolled in town - I remember seeing elephants and snakes and being SO HAPPY that I could see them. I wasn't terrified of clowns, but can't say I liked them much either. When I grew up and understood how maltreated circus animals were, I completely hated the circus. Then I found Cirque du Soleil which is something else and, well, I do enjoy those acrobats. I have been to one of their shows and I want to go again.

Do you have a sense of direction and if not, what's the worst way you got lost: I believe I do, however, if I keep my nose in the GPS, I will never be able to find my way if I don't look around. I also have the bad habit of looking at my feet while walking if I'm with a person that knows the way and I don't - it's not helpful when I have to find my way back to places. Anyway, subway passages and lines confuse me - I managed to get lost in one passage in London a few years back during rush hour (I was visiting). I got separated from my group of friends and was convinced I was going in the right direction. Yeah... we ended up in opposite London ends and my end was not the good one.

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tlou-1 · 4 years ago

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(Joel x Reader) - Home (Chapter 2)

Chapter 2 - Hitting a Chord

(Song featured is Candy - Paolo Nutini)

After a long shift you were pretty happy to be shutting up at the Tipsy Bison and heading home, even if you did have to get up for patrol the following morning. On that thought maybe you didn’t need the two beers you had snuck into your jacket pockets but hey you had earned them today. The night was dark but the air warm, summers were definitively better than winter. Y/N had almost made it to their house when…

‘Music’, you thought but the summer dance wasn’t until Friday. Not many people had stereos in Jackson and even then it didn’t sound like a song playing through a system, it sounded real, live. You began to follow the sound crossing the street from your house to next door. Sat on the porch under a warm light sat the man you had just briefly met, Joel. Standing at the bottom of the porch listening in you noticed his head moving the flow of music he was creating through the guitar. He picked one last string and the sound hung in the air, you still hadn’t moved or announced you were there.

“You just going to stand there in the dark eavesdropping?” Joel asked you not even looking up from his guitar.

Shit you thought, this was extremely awkward. “I-I am sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you, I didn’t mean to even to come across here I just-“ You were rambling. God what were you even saying and why did you feel so damn nervous, you were normally so sharp and confident.

“Its fine” he exhales sitting the guitar down, “You like music then?” He asks Y/N.

“Doesn’t everyone? I always wanted to be able to play. Though I was too busy learning how to shoot, craft and everything else that goes along with surviving these days” You laugh putting your hands back in your pockets finding the beer bottles.

Pulling both beers out your pocket you offer one to Joel and he is pretty happy to accept. Kicking the chair out from the other side of the table, Joel gestures for you to take a seat. You slip into the chair with a loud sigh, it was nice to be off your feet for a minute.

“Had quite a day?” He asks, “Yep and straight back at it tomorrow” you respond taking a second swig at your beer.

“You were talk of the town all day in the pub” you say quietly looking out the corner of your eyes not wanting to directly look at Joel. He looks a little troubled at that statement.

“Don’t worry its the same for everyone, it was the exact same when Molly and I arrived. They’ll shut up in a couple weeks” You smile kicking back into your chair.

“You guys been here long?” Joel enquires

“About 5 years ago now, I was 24 when we arrived and Molly was just 20”.

It falls silent for a bit while you finish off your beers. It feels like a comfortable quiet, both of you seemed to appreciate after whatever days you both had. You look at the guitar and your mind begins to go back to the time before the infection, the few lessons your father gave you to learn the guitar but you never got to finish. Joel must have noticed your staring because he asks “Do you want to give it a go?”, picking it up and passing it across to you. You begin to object for as many reasons came to mind, you only knew a few chords, he’d laugh, you didn’t want to mess up the tuning…

“Just play the damn thing” he laughs.

Trying to remember the few chords to the songs you knew, an ‘A minor’ you think and begin to play ;

“I was perched outside in the pouring rain

Trying to make myself a sail

Then I’ll float to you my darling with the evening on my tail”

“I’m a heartless man at worst babe and a helpless one at best.

Darling I’ll bathe your skin

I’ll even wash your clothes

Just give me some candy before I go”

You finish on what you think was a G chord but who knows it had been so long. “Terrible right?” You laugh leaning your chin against the arm on top of the guitar.

Joel was staring right at you for the first time since you had sat down. Thats when you first noticed the colour of his eyes, a warm hazel.

“You need to learn more chords and be a little harder pushing down on the fret” he says and he moves closer to you. Joel places his hand on top of yours, his fingers pushing yours down on the fret where you had tried to create a chord.

“See” he explains as he strums the strings, it did sounds better but you were more conscious of the closeness between you. As if Joel noticed at the same time he sits himself right back into the seat.

“But you can sing, definitely better than you can play” he says scratching at the back of his neck, now he looked nervous like you had earlier. You laugh softly.

“Well I best get off home, another busy day and all” You say passing him back the guitar. Part of you feels like you could have just sat there all night.

“Yeah, I’d better turn in too.” Joel says quickly getting up from his chair. He seemed so keen to be on his own all of a sudden, why’d he keep doing that Y/N thought to theirselves.

“I’ll be seeing you around Miller” you say taking his finished beer bottle from him and making your way home.

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Pink Crayons and Pinky Promises - Part 2

Summary: Being a super cool big brother is hard work sometimes. Especially when you don’t feel as big as usual, Vee doesn’t feel as little as usual, you parents are asleep, your baby sister’s pullup needs changing, you both need breakfast, you don’t know where crayons come from, and you miss your Mommy. But Mommy always calls Roman a clever little boy, so he’s gonna try to deal with all that stuff anyway! That can’t be too hard, right?

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As much as Roman tried to enjoy colouring again, it was suddenly really hard. His head felt stuffy and his chest felt full—and not in the nice bubbly way. In the yucky balloon way. The yucky balloon always meant he was bored, and Roman hated being bored!

He threw the crayon to the carpet and pouted around his toothbrush. Not even chewing the crunchy bristles could stop the yucky balloon that was swelling in his chest. He rubbed his feet on the carpet again, but that didn’t help either. And now his fingers were feeling tingly! It was the worst feeling in the whole entire world forever and ever!

He groaned and flopped back to lie on the floor with his arms spread out. Bobbles of the carpet caught under his fingernails as he scratched it over and over again. Everything sucked!

Vee squeaked.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Roman asked, feeling a little bit… not little anymore. It wasn’t that he wanted to be big—he really, really didn’t—but it was always tricky staying so little without a grownup there to encourage it.

There was no response from Vee except some little babyish hums. Then some silence. Then an even louder sound: a chirp!

Roman raised his head from the floor just enough to see Vee’s back. Fae was wiggling around on faer butt with faer hand still held to faer mouth. Sucking sounds told Roman that fae was still eating the melon. And every couple of seconds, fae would make more squeaks and hums and chirps!

The yucky balloon in Roman’s chest deflated. “Is it yummy, Titch?” he giggled, sitting back up.

Vee always made funny sounds when she ate. Daddy called them yummy sounds, and Mommy said that was stimming too. It didn’t look much like stimming to Roman, but Mommy was super duper smart so Roman believed him. He liked this version of Vee’s stimming a lot because the noises were fun to listen to!

More chirping met Roman’s ears. Then he saw Vee’s legs kick out gently against the floor. Kick, kick, kick, quick but soft. That meant Vee really liked what she was eating.

Vee being happy made Roman feel a whole lot happier, so he picked his crayon back up to keep colouring!

The only sounds in the room were the crayon scribbles, the toothbrush bristles, Vee’s yummy sounds, and Roman’s little giggles when Vee made a particularly funny noise. He was smiling so hard and for so long that his cheeks even ached!

Then one of Vee’s squeaks got cut short by a whine. Roman looked over at his sister just in time to see faer pick a big black seed from faer mouth and drop it onto the carpet.

“You don’t like the seeds?” he asked, taking his toothbrush out of his mouth. There were a few seeds all over the carpet where Vee had apparently dropped them already.

Vee shaked faer head. “Wucky!” fae squeaked, and even stuck faer tongue out to show just how yucky fae thought they were. “Not s’posed to eat them ‘cause then Daddy can’t gwow them!”

That gave Roman a really creative and clever and funny idea! He tried to look casual, inspecting his toothbrush as if it was far more interesting than what he was about to say.

“Well they can still grow,” Roman started with a sly smile. “They would just grow in your tummy instead of the ground.”

He waited a moment—just long enough to seem cool but not dismissive—then checked Vee’s reaction.

She was frowning suspiciously, the tip of her tongue stuck out in thought. (Though she might have just been licking some melon juice from her lips. There was definitely enough dripping all over her cheeks.)

“They don’t do that…” Vee’s fingernail went back up to her sticky lips and she went quiet again. Then she whispered: “Do they?”

“Sure they do!” Roman nodded. He acted surprised and asked, “You’ve really never had a little fruit tree grow in your tummy before?”

It was pretty funny watching Vee’s eyes get slowly wider. Fae shook faer head. “No, I—Well I don’t think so.”

Roman’s lips betrayed him by pulling into a smirk, but he quickly shoved his toothbrush back in his mouth to hide it. “I fink you woulda noticed if you did. You woulda felt it for sure.”

It was less funny watching Vee’s eyes get quickly shinier. “B-because it hurts?!” Faer breathing got faster and faer eyes darted down to the seeds on the floor. Then fae pulled faer legs up into another tight hug. “I don’t wan’ a fwuit twee hurtin’ m-my tummy!” fae whimpered.

Uh oh.

“No, no, no, Vee! I didn’t—It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt!” Roman scooched on his butt to be right next to Vee and wrapped his arm around her.

“How d’you know?” Vee’s voice was really quiet. She was still scared.

Roman had to think something up real fast. And fast ideas weren’t always the bestest ones.

“I had a melon tree in my tummy once.”

It could’ve gone a whole lot worse than it did, but luckily Vee didn’t look upset by Roman’s answer. She just looked really freaked out.

“In your tummy?!” Vee squealed.

Her voice was so loud and squeaky that Roman even dropped his toothbrush on his empty plate to cover his ear! “Hey, we don’t wanna wake Mommy or Daddy!”

“In your tummy?” Vee repeated in a whisper.

A giggle bubbled up Roman’s chest and out of his mouth. His feet went brush, brush, brush. “Yeah, Titch! That’s how I know it doesn’t hurt.”

All of Vee’s attention was now on Roman. Her mouth was dropped open and she was staring at him and leaning forward. “Was it when we had the melon when it was waining?”

Roman shook his head and sat up straight with a proud smile. “Nu uh, that was only a month ago. This was way before that. Like before you lived with us.”

“Wow…” Vee gasped. “Did Daddy help you get it out?”

Roman’s eyes went wide and he hurriedly added, “No, Daddy didn’t know about it! A-and neither did Mommy, so don’t ask them ‘cause they won’t remember.” That was a close one! He didn’t wanna be in trouble for thinking of cool answers that were maybe not that true.

Vee nodded in understanding, then looked down at her fluffy socks, frowning. It looked like she was thinking hard.

After a few moments, fae hummed and nodded to faerself. “Okay, but even if they’re weally small and it doesn’t hurt, I still don’t want any twees in my tummy.” As if to prove faer point, Vee picked a seed out from one of her melon cubes and dropped it on the side of faer plate.

“Suit yourself,” Roman shrugged. Then—just to prove to his baby sister that he was a brave big boy—he picked the seed up and popped it in his mouth.

“Wo-Wo!” Vee screeched and launched herself on top of him. Her feet kicked out behind her and flung the melon and crayons all over the floor. “Don’t, it’ll gwow in your tummy again!”

Roman laughed even as Vee was crawling into his lap and getting really close up in his face. Then he stuck his tongue out to show her the seed. “I mot swawowed it yep!”

A big gasp came from Vee and her hand quickly lifted, ready to reach into his mouth! But Roman was super fast and grabbed her wrist before she could. Vee kept pushing her hand forward though, and Roman jolted back to get away from it.

With Vee’s weight in Roman’s lap, they both tumbled back onto the carpet, Vee still trying to put her sticky fingers in Roman’s mouth and Roman pushing her hands away as fast as he could.

“Eww, what are you doing?!”

“I’m gonna take it out!”

“No, don’t touch me!”

“Gimme da seed!”

“Your fingers are all sticky and—”

“We not s’posed to hab twees in our—”

“Get your icky baby hands out of my mouf!”

Suddenly, a low chuckle came from the hallway that made both of the littles freeze. They looked over at the living room door just in time to see it push open…

To reveal Nana Janus!

“You two certainly have a lot of energy this morning,” Nana said, smiling as he stepped into the room.

“Nana!” both littles squealed in unison.

“W-we didn’t know you were here!” Roman scrambled to sit up and pushed Vee off his lap. She didn’t cry or anything, she just wriggled onto her butt and held her arms up to Nana, whining. What a baby!

“Good morning to you too, little ones.” Nana looked around the floor and his smile went a bit different—like the smaller, tighter, wobblier one he had whenever Vee was throwing her toys everywhere or Roman was running around in his underwear. The tired kinda one.

“I see you’ve been busy…” he said slowly, kneeling down to where Vee was making grabby hands at him. “Looks like Nana has his cleaning work cut out for him, don’t you agree?”

Roman twisted his head round to look over the floor. There was lots of icky melon and seeds and cereal and crayons all over the carpet. He bit his lip and looked back at Nana with a giggle. “Oopsy daisy!”

That made Nana’s bigger smile come back. “Oopsy daisy indeed.” He pulled Vee into his lap and it made her stop whining. “But don’t get yourself in a fret, little prince, we can tidy up a bit later.”

What silly words! Roman giggled and brushed his feet all over again.

“M-m-m-m—”

The baby was trying to talk! Roman and Nana both looked at faer and Vee blushed under their attention. Fae wiggled and pulled at faer pyjama shirt again. “M-m-me and Wo-Wo are habin’ fun!” Faer voice went real squeaky and happy.

“You’re having fun? Without me?!” Nana gasped dramatically and held Vee’s shoulders, jiggling them a little.

Big giggles spilled from Vee, and then Roman joined in. They looked at each other with excited smiles. Nana was funny!

When they had gotten over their giggle fit, Nana spoke again. “I was listening to your conversation for a while. Roman, I never knew you were so knowledgeable on crayons and melon seeds.”

Electric excitement coursed through Roman’s veins and he bounced on his butt and brushed, brushed, brushed his feet and scribbled his fingers on the carpet! “Yeah, I-I-I teached Vee lots!”

“Yes, I know,” Nana said with a different smile. The sneaky kind of smile. He pointed at his eyepatch. “I could tell.”

Heat flooded Roman’s cheeks. Nana only ever wore his eyepatch when he was seeing lots and lots of yellow. And Nana only ever saw lots and lots of yellow when someone was doing lots and lots of lying.

“Um, Nana?” Vee whispered, tugging Nana’s waistcoat and making him look down at her instead.

Phew! Saved by the baby.

“Yes, little hatchling? Did you want to play with my watch chain?”

Vee shook her head and looked at Roman. Then she tugged Nana’s waistcoat again and leaned near his ear. Like she was tryna keep Roman from hearing it! But her whisper was too loud for Roman not to hear:

“Did you come down the chimney?”

It took a lot of effort for Roman to not roll his eyes. Ever since Christmas, Vee kept asking Daddy if anyone was gonna break into their chimney. And now it was summer! Roman thought it was a very silly thing to be worried about. Of course no one could come down their chimney; only Santa Claus could do that ‘cause he was magic!

And while Nana did know lots of magic tricks, it was a different sort of magic, Roman was sure. Although, Nana always bringed them lots of presents. And Roman saw him eating gingerbread cookies with milk one night when he was babysitting them… Maybe Roman would have to investigate if Nana had any links with the North Pole!

“No, darling,” Nana assured, tucking Vee’s bangs behind her ear. They were getting real long. “I didn’t come down the chimney.”

Vee sighed in relief.

“Did you, um, crawl through the dog door?” Roman laughed, knowing he was being silly. It was fun to be silly with Nana because he made cool jokes!

“Well yes, but that was last week,” Nana said, then winked at Roman.

That was his special way of telling Roman he was joking, because Roman was clever and he knew what sarcasm was! It made him feel super big and cool to be in on the grownup joke while Vee looked at Nana in shock, so he wiggled happily.

“I just didn’t go home last night,” Nana explained.

“Did you sleep in da apple twee?” Vee asked.

Nana laughed loudly and cuddled Vee closer to him. Roman hugged himself. He wished Mommy was here…

“That was the original plan, but then your Daddy said I could sleep in his bed. So I thought I might as well accept the offer.”

Roman gasped and got ready to speak—but Nana gave him the warning look and beat him to it.

“No, Roman,” Nana said sternly and raised his eyebrow—the one with the shiny piercing that Roman wasn’t allowed to poke anymore. “Before you accuse me of anything, your Daddy was not in there with me.”

Roman squinted at Nana suspiciously. You could hardly blame him for wanting to make sure his Mommy and Daddy weren’t cuddling anyone else!

Then Nana pulled a pack of baby wipes from his sleeve making both of the littles gasp—that’s the kinda magic tricks he did! “Now, why don’t you tell me what you’ve been up to this morning while I clean Vee up a bit, hmm?”

The warning voice was back to a soothing voice, and Roman felt all wiggly again!

“Um, um, um!” Roman started, taking a big, stuttering breath. His chest was tight with just how much energy he had to get out, and his mind was racing with all the stuff he wanted to tell Nana!

Like about how he stopped Vee from crying and how he offered to play without his cars so his little sister could join in. Or maybe about how he was so clever in thinking of how to get downstairs and make breakfast all without breaking any rules! Ooh, or about how brave he was for not crying when his hands got yucky and how he helped his baby sister read the crayon label! Oh but he wanted to show Nana his drawing too!

“Um, um, um, uh, um, um—” Roman babbled, his tongue struggling to keep up with his brain.

“Let’s start with what you did once you were downstairs, little prince,” Nana interrupted softly. “Can you do that for Nana?”

It was weird how Nana didn’t need to raise his voice over Roman to get the thoughts to stop zooming so fast in Roman’s brain, but it worked! Roman took a deep breath to calm down. It was really hard to talk right when he was so excited.

“Um, we-we-we—I made breakfast!” he said louder than he really meant to. He was just super happy because he knew Nana would praise him!

“Oh goodness, all on your own?” Nana’s jaw dropped in surprise as he passed Roman a fresh baby wipe.

Roman giggled with a nod and took the baby wipe to clean his hands. Then he accidentally made a weird happy, throaty sound. Kinda like Vee’s yummy sounds. He bit his lip to hold any more back and wiggled his knees as he wiped his fingers clean.

Then Nana gushed, “What a smart little boy you are, Roman!”

“Eep!” Roman couldn’t hold that sound back. “Y-yeah, yeah, yeah, I am!” He felt almost dizzy with excitement! He quickly finished cleaning his hands then screwed up the wipe and dropped it into Nana’s lap. “I was so clever and-and-and big!”

“Very big indeed,” Nana agreed while he ran his own baby wipe over Vee’s hands. He swirled his finger on Vee’s palm and she squealed and kicked her feet and twisted her head to rest it on Nana’s shoulder.

Then Nana tutted and picked off a piece of cereal that had been stuck to her cheek with melon juice.

“Eww!” Roman giggled. “Vee, you got food everywhere!”

Vee just giggled back and buried her head in Nana’s neck. It looked like she was getting even more little now that they had a grownup with them. Roman was too! He just wasn’t a baby.

“Come on, sweetie, up, up.” Nana stroked Vee’s hair as fae lifted faer head back up and looked at him with a pout. “Say ahh, baby. Ahh, ahh,” Nana demonstrated, holding his mouth open and his chin up.

“A-a-ah!” Vee opened her mouth in a little circle, and Nana quickly wiped all over her sticky cheeks.

“There we are,” Nana whispered, screwing up the wipe and dropping it into Roman’s lap. (Roman squawked and flicked it off straight away!) “Well, I certainly hope at least some of the food ended up in your little tummies.” Nana’s finger swirled on Vee’s tummy this time and fae squeaked and quickly hugged faer tummy.

“Yeah, look!” Roman blurted, remembering yet another thing he needed praise for. He hurriedly grabbed his Spongebob divider plate and held it up proudly. “Look, Nana, look!”

“Yes, darling, I’m looking. And do you know what I can see?”

Roman nodded quickly, eyes tight shut with a smug smile. He was such a good boy and he knew it! “Mhm, my empty plate! Be-because I was a good boy and eated all my breakfast!”

“Oh, it’s not quite empty.”

There was no way that was true! Roman remembered, he eated all of his food! He opened his eyes, knowing there was nothing left on his plate except his—Uh oh.

His chewed up toothbrush…

“Roman, look at Nana.”

The warning voice was back and Roman bit his lip and lowered the plate back to the floor. Keeping his mouth firmly shut, he looked up at Nana with the most innocent smile he could muster.

Suddenly, Nana’s hand darted forward, his fingertips landing on the sole of Roman’s foot and scribbling over his sock.

“Aah, Nana!” Roman squealed, immediately falling into a stream of laughter.

He hurriedly pulled his feet under his butt so Nana couldn’t tickle them anymore. (It was really fun when Nana or Daddy tickled his feet, but not as fun as when Mommy did it. Mommy was Roman’s favourite tickle monster!)

But then Nana’s fingers held Roman’s chin up and gently pulled his lip down. Oh no! Nana had tricked him!

“Nanaaa,” Roman whined, scrunching his face up and squinting his eyes shut. His gums kinda hurt from his mouth being open…

Thankfully, Nana dropped his chin quickly. But it was too late. Roman opened his eyes and saw Nana giving him the you’ve-been-naughty look.

“Your gums are positively raw, Roman!” Nana tutted. Then he sighed and shaked his head. “Would you care to tell me why you’ve been chewing your toothbrush when your Mommy and Daddy and Nana have all said that that’s not allowed?”

“Uh ohhh…” Vee whispered, and Roman glared at faer. Fae hid faer face on Nana’s shoulder again.

“I not been chewing it!” Roman defended with a pout. “I was just, um, lookin’ at it!”

That was never gonna work. All Nana had to do was tap his eyepatch for Roman to scramble over an excuse.

“Um, w-well I might of chewed it a little, but only ‘cause… Um, be-because—”

Vee’s head quickly poked up from Nana’s shoulder and she squeaked, “He was chewin’ on it all mornin’, Nana.”

“Little prince!” Nana scolded. “You know you’re not allowed to do that. I’m going to have to tell your parents.”

“Vee-Vee, we had a deal!” Roman whined and kicked his feet on the carpet. What a little tattletale!

Vee didn’t look sorry at all! She even had an evil little baby smile and fidgeted with her pyjamas while she giggled. “You said don’t tell Mummy or Daddy! And Nana is allowed to tell them!”

“What a cheeky little monkey,” Nana chuckled and tickled under Vee’s ear, making her squeal. “That was very clever, baby.”

Hot, heavy stuff filled Roman’s ears and head and he clenched his jaw so tight his gums hurt all over again. Two could play at that game! He crossed his arms and argued, “Well then I’m telling Nana you didn’t change your bedtime pullup!”

That stopped Vee’s giggling. Roman even felt kinda proud at how much her face dropped and how loud she gasped.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

Nana’s voice was so soft it kinda surprised Roman. His own mischievous smile dropped off his face and he looked up at Nana.

Nana was looking down at Vee’s face with a worried kinda look, and he stroked her bangs again even though they were already tucked back. “Is that true, darling?” he whispered.

Fae tugged at her pyjama top again and nodded silently. She looked like she’d done something naughty and felt really bad about it

“Can you tell Nana if it was wet when you woke up?” Nana asked gently.

It made Roman’s heart and tummy drop when he saw Vee’s eyes go wet again.

Now he probably looked like he’d done something naughty and felt really bad about it…

“Nana?” Roman mumbled, hunching his shoulders a little when Nana looked at him again. “Um… her pullup was wet but she said she didn’t wanna change it.”

Vee whined loudly. Faer body went really stiff on Nana’s lap and fae looked up at him really scared—like fae was getting ready to be told off.

“Shh, it’s alright, Vee.” Nana’s hand cupped Vee’s cheek. “You’re not in trouble.”

Even Roman sighed in relief. He never wanted to get his baby sister in trouble.

Nana continued, “But your pullups aren’t like your nappies, sweetie; we really need to change them once they’re wet. We don’t want any leaks, do we?”

All of a sudden, Vee’s wet eyes got even wetter. Fae sniffled and tugged faer pyjama shirt down. Kinda like if fae was trying to hide faer—

Oh… Roman’s tummy sinked even more.

It looked like Nana thought of the same thing, because he had a sad kinda smile now. “Can Nana please check, little one?” he asked really quiet.

Nana nudged Vee’s hands off her pyjama top and out of her lap. Then they could see a small wet patch on her pants.

Vee started whimpering and wriggling straight away.

“Oh, sweetie,” Nana cood and cuddled Vee back on his chest again, swaying her gently side to side.

She made a sad squeaky sound and choked, “Didn’t kn-know.”

“I know, Vee. Shh, it’s not your fault, darling.”

Roman’s eyes went wide. Did that mean Nana thought it was his fault?

“It’s not my fault either!” Roman quickly yelled. “She wouldn’t let me help! A-a-and she pinky promised that she wouldn’t have a accident!”

“Didn’t m-m-mean to!” Vee cried back, but it was all muffled because her face was on Nana’s shoulder again.

“Hey, hey, both of you stop for a moment.”

Both littles went quiet. Even Vee’s sniffling stopped.

Nana nodded at Roman and squeezed his arms tighter around Vee. “Very good. Now we’re all going to take a deep breath, all together. On three, ready?”

Roman’s lips twitched up at the corner and he scrunched his fingernails in the carpet again. He liked taking a deep breath with Nana, it always helped. So he nodded.

“Alright,” Nana said very quiet and soft. “One… Two… Three.” He squeezed Vee’s shoulder to let her know it was time to breathe, then they all took a big breath in.

Roman’s chest filled up, up, up with air, like a big balloon. He watched Nana and when Nana nodded with his chest puffed out really far, they all breathed out again slowly.

Once it was done, Roman’s tummy felt a lot better.

“Now—” Nana’s voice was still soft “—it wasn’t anyone’s fault that Vee had a little accident. Vee, sweetie, do you remember what we say about accidents?”

Vee’s pink cheeks puffed up like they did when she was thinking real hard sometimes. Then she looked up at Nana with her fingertip between her lips. “Um… jus’ habben.”

“They just happen,” Nana repeated with a smile. “They’re not bad or yucky or naughty. They just happen, and that’s okay.”

Once Vee nodded (and smiled when Nana kissed her cheek), Nana looked over at Roman.

“And it’s not your fault either, little prince. I know you were just trying to help your sister feel comfortable. And the most important thing is you didn’t make her do something she didn’t want to do.”

Roman’s heart felt a bit lighter hearing that. But not completely… “Fae still got wet pants, though,” Roman whispered. “I wanted to help faer stay dry!”

Nana shook his head and patted Roman’s knee. It made Roman wiggle his toes. “That’s not your job, sweetheart. And wet pants are very easy to fix, aren’t they, little one?”

For a moment Roman’s tummy flipped in excitement. Nana didn’t call him little one very much, but Roman always loved it when he did!

But then he realised Nana was looking at Vee, not him. Vee was the little one, not Roman… It made his chest feel spiky and whooshy.

“Now let’s get you in a fresh pullup and dry clothes, little love,” Nana told Vee while he reached over to pick up her pacifier from where she dropped it on her colouring. “Those ones can’t be very comfy, can they?”

“Gaga pwup?” Vee babbled with her whole thumb stuck in her mouth. She was obviously more of a baby now. Which meant she couldn’t play with Roman anymore!

“Yes, little hatchling, Nana will help you change your pullup.” He held up the pacifier and Vee gasped. “Do you want your dummy, baby?”

Vee did the grunt that meant yes please, and Nana pulled her thumb out from her mouth and put in the paci instead.

“There we are!” Nana smiled. Then he moved onto his knees like he was about to lift Vee and get up.

But Roman hurriedly grabbed Nana’s wrist to stop him from standing. “We weren’t finished colouring yet!”

Both Vee and Nana were looking at Roman surprised. He let go of Nana’s wrist and pouted grumpily to hopefully distract them from his blush.

“Little prince, I know you and your sister were having a lot of fun on your own.”

Roman nodded enthusiastically.

“But it’s time to fix a couple of things now,” Nana said slow and gentle, like he was being careful not to make Roman cry. But Roman wasn’t a baby, Nana didn’t need to be careful! “I need to help Vee change and then we’re going to tidy up.”

“No, I don’t want to! I want Vee to stay and colour and I want you to go away!”

The last bit wasn’t completely true… But if Nana was going to make Vee not play with him and make him do boring chores then Roman didn’t want Nana there!

“Listen to Nana, little prince,” Nana sighed and sat back down on the carpet, pulling Vee closer on his lap again. “I know you like to be a big boy, but today I think you’re too little to be on your own. That much is clear from the mess you’ve both made. Neither of you are in trouble,” Nana quickly added when Roman’s shoulders went tense. “I know you couldn’t help yourselves, and that’s okay. But now I think we need to give you some grownup supervision before anything else goes awry.”

“W-we’re gonna wake up Mommy?!” Roman squealed, bouncing a little on his butt. “I’m gonna show him my colouring and my plate and the cereal pieces and—”

“Not so fast, darling,” Nana chuckled. “Your mummy still needs his rest, so Nana is going to be your caregiver this morning, alright?”

It made the inside of Roman’s chest swishy and crackly and hot. Like lava! Like angry, sputtering lava!

“Now while I help your baby sister, why don’t you start by collecting all of the crayons and—”

“No!” Roman yelled.

Nana went silent while Vee whimpered. Roman knew it was bad of him to yell around the baby, and it was kinda scary to be a bad boy because he really didn’t want to be bad… But he didn’t want to clean up either! He wanted to play!

“Okay then,” Nana started, slow and gentle again. (Roman wasn’t a baby!) “Perhaps you can start by picking up the pieces of food from—”

“No!” There was no way Roman was gonna touch icky floor food! He crossed his arms tightly.

“Roman.” Nana used his strong voice. “We are not doing this today.”

The strong voice meant he wasn’t happy with Roman, and sometimes it even meant Nana would tell on him to Mommy and Daddy later. The idea of Mommy being disappointed in him made the backs of Roman’s eyes burn and his lips pull down, but he quickly scrunched his face up angrily so no-one noticed.

Nana’s voice was a bit softer when he said, “I’m sure you don’t want to clean up the mess, but I’m afraid it has to be done. If we do it together—”

“No!” Roman yelled again, his voice cracking a little.

It made Vee whine and look up at Nana, who took a deep breath.

Roman knew he was being really naughty now, and it made him feel scared and embarrassed and sad. But he was nearly gonna cry and he really didn’t want to in front of Nana, and Nana wanted to take Vee away from him, and Nana wasn’t letting Roman see Mommy! Nana was mean and Roman didn’t want to do what he said! He grabbed his toothbrush to hold it tight. It made him feel better to hold his favourite things.

“Would you like Nana to help you clean the—”

“No!” This time he even raised his foot from the carpet and stamped it back down! (It was hard because he was still on his butt, but Roman had a lot of practice stamping his feet in all kinds of situations.)

Nana ignored the foot stamp. “Well then would you like to be left alone?”

Roman’s eyes widened and he clenched his toothbrush so tight it hurt. Being left alone sounded really scary and made Roman’s throat clog, but he couldn’t let Nana know that! So he gritted his teeth and put all his strength into making his voice steady: “No, no, no!”

The look on Nana’s face wasn’t happy at all. It was tired and annoyed. “Then you’re clearly too little to make a decision for yourself. Nana is going to help you whether you like it or not.”

“No!” Roman shouted. “I don’t want Nana, I want—”

Roman gasped and closed his mouth really tight. Hot tears made his eyes wet.

Even though it was blurry from his tears, Roman could still see Nana’s face soften. Then Nana asked in a low voice, “What do you want, sweetheart?”

And that was exactly how Mommy always sounded when he was cuddling Roman and helping him to stop crying.

Without any warning, Roman suddenly felt his face crumple and his mouth made a squeaky sad sound. He quickly buried his face in his arm to try to squeeze the tears away like before, but it was too late. His sleeve was already getting wet from him crying.

“I-I—” Roman squeaked, trying to think of another clever idea. But it was too hard. He couldn’t think about anything except…

“I want my mommy!” he wailed into his arm. His tummy sinked all the way down now, and he hugged it with his free arm to try to make it feel better.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Nana cood softly.

It made Roman’s tummy swoosh so he hugged it even tighter. Then he heard some quick shuffling and suddenly a warm arm wrapped around him. Nana’s hand laid flat on his back and rubbed up and down, nice and slow. It helped Roman take a deep breath, but it was shaky and got caught in his chest. A sob broke free and he bit his lip.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay, little prince.”

“I w-want Mommy,” Roman whimpered, spluttering on his tears.

“I know you do, Roman,” Nana whispered and Roman slowly leaned against him. It was warm to lean against Nana and it felt safer. “Oh, you poor thing.”

Another little squeak met Roman’s ear, and for a moment he thought it came from him. But then he felt small fingers wrap around his hand and knew it was Vee. Roman whimpered and squeezed his sister's hand gently. He hoped fae knew it meant thank you.

Fae squeezed his hand back.

Nana’s hand went circle, circle, circle on Roman’s back. Nice and slow. “You miss your mummy, don’t you, little one?”

Roman waited a moment to find out if Nana meant him or Vee. But then Nana squeezed his shoulder softly and repeated the question. Roman was the little one.

With a wet sniffle, he dropped his arm from his face. There was no point hiding anymore, Nana and Vee definitely both knew he was crying. He still didn’t wanna look up from his lap though.

“I just—” Roman cut himself off because his voice was all croaky and thick and wobbly. He whimpered and squinted his eyes shut and squeezed his toothbrush as hard as he could. This is why he hated crying, it made him sound like a baby!

“Deep breath, little prince.”

Just like Nana said. Breathe in, deep… Breathe out, slow…

That was better. Plus, Nana’s hand was still rubbing Roman’s back and Vee’s fingers were still squeezing Roman’s hand. It all felt very safe.

Roman quickly wiped his sleeve over his eyes then looked up at Nana.

It was easier to whisper when he cried, so Roman tried that instead. “I just want Mommy to see h-how clever I been.”

Nana had a sad smile. “And he will, darling. Just as soon as he wakes up.”

Roman didn’t like that. It made his tummy sink all over again just thinking of waiting even longer to cuddle Mommy.

Then Nana’s fingers gently wrapped around Roman’s other hand and lowered it. Roman had started raising his toothbrush to his mouth without even realising! He pouted as Nana tugged his toothbrush down. Chewing his toothbrush would help him feel better right now, but he wasn’t allowed.

“Don’t you think it’ll be so much more fun to tell Mummy all about—” Nana’s eyes swept over the messy room quickly before landing back on Roman “—your endeavours after we’ve tidied up a bit? Then you can brag—uh, tell him all about how you helped to clean up, too.”

“But I want Mommy now!” Roman whined, stamping his foot again. It wasn't as hard this time though, only a soft kick. “I waited all morning a-an-and I always wake up Mommy and he’s never ever mad about it!” His lip wobbled even though he was sure he was done crying now.

The hand rubbed circles on his back again, nice and slow. It reminded him to breath in, deep, then breathe out, slow.

“I don’t doubt it for a single second, Roman,” Nana said in a bouncy voice. It was the babysitting voice and it made Roman’s tummy feel lots calmer. Even Vee perked up at the sound and wiggled happily on Nana’s lap. “But your mummy wasn’t feeling very well last night. Do you remember?”

Roman’s lips twisted in thought. Last night Mommy felt sicky and he was sad and his bedtime was really early, even earlier than Vee’s. After a moment of thought, Roman nodded his head. “Mommy was feeling yucky.”

“Wucky!” Vee squeaked and bounced in Nana’s lap with a squeal.

Roman giggled at faer excitement. Fae was just a baby, so fae didn’t really know what they were talking about… Fae probably just liked that word! It was kind of funny when the baby was excited when something not very exciting was happening!

“That’s right,” Nana said, wiggling his finger on Vee’s side. She smiled and wiggled just like the finger. “And when we’re feeling yucky, we need lots and lots of sleep to feel better.”

“But… b-but if Mommy was awake and he saw what a good boy I been then he would be happy,” Roman whined. Then he added, “And maybe I can make Mommy feel better.”

Nana’s lips pulled up in a smile and he gave Roman a squeeze. “That’s very sweet, Roman, but it’s not little ones jobs to look after their parents. That’s a big grownup job…” The hand on Roman’s back lifted away, but before Roman could pout, Nana poked his nose! “And I think we might have a very little prince this morning, hm?”

It made Roman blush and fidget. “Mhm…” he agreed quietly, then felt his toothbrush stroke across his lip before Nana tugged his hand down again.

“No, darling,” Nana scolded gently, tapping Roman’s wrist. “No chewing. Unless you want me to tell your Daddy.”

Nana was beginning to sound like Vee. Apparently being a tattletale ran in the family… With a massive sigh that he hoped would make Nana feel really guilty, Roman dropped his toothbrush back to his plate. Then he stuck his tongue out, just in case Nana didn’t realise Roman wasn’t happy about it. It made Nana laugh!

Maybe Roman wasn’t that annoyed. It actually felt really nice and soft and warm and bubbly and safe that Nana was trying to help him stop chewing the toothbrush, even if Roman really wanted to. His gums were super sore now anyway. And no matter how clever Roman was, he was still only a little boy! He knew that grownups usually knew more than he did. That was okay though! It meant Roman could just play and have fun and leave the big responsible stuff to the grownups.

“Gaga?” Vee whispered.

When Roman looked down at Vee, it was obvious she was pouting behind her paci. And she was tugging at her wet pants.

Nana’s cold fingers unwrapped from Roman’s wrist so Nana could cradle Vee’s head. “Sorry, sweetie. Let’s get right on that.” His thumb stroked over Vee’s cheek and she hummed and closed her eyes. She looked kinda sleepy.

Then Nana paused and looked back at Roman softly. “I know you’re worried about your mummy, little one, but I was with him for an hour or so last night. I promise you that he’s okay.”

Normally Roman believed Nana (unless Nana winked at him, which meant it was a big kid joke!) but this was very important. So Roman needed Nana to make a very important promise.

“Pinky promise?” Roman asked, holding his little finger up.

Nana’s pinky wrapped around his without hesitation. “Absolutely. Pinky promise,” he said very clearly, and Roman believed him. Then Nana’s hand dropped and his smile was back—the happy, soft one! “And I bet once he’s all rested up, your mummy would love to play with you later.”

Obviously! Mommy always loved playing with Roman because he was such a clever and creative little boy! Roman’s legs vibrated just thinking of all the fun he would have with his mommy. “Maybe-maybe-maybe playing lots!”

“Lots and lots!” Nana gasped, then he shuffled Vee around in his lap to start getting her ready to stand up. (She whined, but she always whined when she had to use her legs.)

Roman giggled, “A-and maybe he will play cars with me!”

“Oh, I’m certain he will.”

“And Nana you’re allowed to watch us play cars!”

A big chuckle came from Nana as he stood from the floor and helped Vee stop from tumbling over. “Thank you for your generosity, little prince. I would adore being a spectator for the hundredth time.” Once Vee was standing upright, Nana unwrapped his arm from her shoulders to hold her hand

“W-well, now you get to be a vip spectre!” Roman assured Nana, bouncing up onto his own feet. He jumped up so fast his head went all spinny and he had to hold Nana’s arm to help stay balanced.

“A V.I.P. spectator, sweetheart,” Nana corrected. (But Roman didn’t like saying each letter on its own. It took too long.) “As I said, I would love to do that later. But for now—” Nana held his empty hand out to Roman “—will you please come with me and your sister upstairs?”

Roman pouted at Nana’s hand. It was nice to hold hands, but it felt like Nana thought he was a baby who couldn’t walk on his own. Like Vee.

“Um…” he muttered, wringing his hands to avoid holding Nana’s. “But I’m a big boy. I can stay here on my own and clean the mess.”

Roman didn’t want to be on his own or clean the mess, but he did want to sound like a good big boy.

“That’s very true,” Nana nodded slowly, lowering his hand. “But you see the thing is, I seem to have forgotten all of the rules to your special car game. So I need you to explain it to me all over again, otherwise I’ll be completely lost when I watch you play with your mummy.”

“Awober again,” Vee whispered.

“Nana,” Roman giggled. How silly of Nana! “You always forget the car game rules!”

“I know, it’s funny how that happens. Now could you be a good big brother and hold Vee’s other hand for Nana?”

Yay! Now Roman got to hold someone’s hand and still feel like a big boy! Roman quickly bounced to Vee’s free side and took her empty hand, very happy that it wasn’t sticky anymore.

“Wo-Wo!” Vee cheered, smiling up at him past her paci and hugging his hand to her chest.

“I’m gonna help you walk, Vee-Vee!”

“Good boy,” Nana praised from Vee’s other side. “Now, are we all ready to head upstairs?”

Roman and Vee both nodded at Nana. It was fun when they were on their own, but it felt better to have a grownup to help them with grownup stuff. At least Roman thought so.

“Alright, here we go, little ones,” Nana announced, and they all started walking toward the hallway hand in hand. As they stepped carefully to make sure Vee didn’t trip up, Nana asked, “So will you be so kind as to tell me about your cars again, sweetheart?”

Roman’s cheeks bunched in a big smile. It was good Nana kept forgetting the car game, because it was Roman’s favourite thing to talk about!

“Okay! For the billionth time!” Roman laughed, his chest bursting with excitement for the day ahead.

“For the billionth time. I think I remember a little though. It’s the blue car who always wins the race, right?”

“Nana, it’s the red one!”

“Oh, of course. How silly of me.”

“Siwy!”

“Yeah, Vee, Nana is silly!”

“I suppose I am. What else can you tell me about the red car, little prince?”

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The Flowers Always Know

Description: When a mad scientist uses you as an experiment while you’re on holiday, the Heroics only just manage to save you. And in your recovery you become very close to the leader of the group. (Slow burn)

Warnings: Language

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Comment: Hint to what the title is all about, and plenty of Máma Moreno.

Chapter 6

The house was a mess, to say the least. You had left in a hurry that evening, after things had taken a very sharp turn towards very bad, shortly after your dinner. You’d been glad that you had only eaten a light pea soup, when it came back up again some ten minutes later. You’d only just made it to the bathroom, but after the food had been coughed up, a large amount of fresh blood had followed, and you knew you were in trouble. Why you hadn’t called for that ambulance was anyone’s guess, but then, you had never liked being a bother, and you had been perfectly capable of walking out to the cab. It was just that, in the twenty minutes that the drive had taken, you’d gotten significantly worse. Your whole body had started hurting, you’d begun bleeding from the nose and ears, and just as you got to the hospital, you had begun to get spasms and cramps in your spine and legs. When you staggered into that emergency-room, you did it truly convinced that you’d leave it in a coffin.

You shuddered slightly with the memory, as you walked through the house, opening all the blinds and pulling all of the curtains back again. It was already late, and thus dark outside, but you wanted to wake up to a house that bathed in sunlight in the morning. The kitchen was probably the worst, in terms of the amount of cleaning that would need to be done. The remnants of your cooking that evening where still on the counter and in the dishes, and the amount of mold that was growing in there was somewhat disturbing. You couldn’t leave that for the morning, you’d lose every ounce of appetite waking up to that crap. So, you set about throwing away everything that had been left out on the counters and in the sink, and quickly scrubbed all the open surfaces clean, before handwashing some of the glasses, plates, mugs and cutlery, that had gotten dusty even sitting in the cabinets, in the four months you’d been gone. Once the kitchen felt usable again, you went to the bathroom to check what state that was in. It wasn’t too bad. You flushed all the pipes and let the water run in the sink and the shower for a good half-hour to clean them out, and begin to work away the smell of stagnated water. The toilet needed a decent scrub too, but it could wait until morning. It was after midnight when you’d finally changed the sheaths in the bed and settled in for the night.

A sharp rapping on your door woke you after what seemed like mere seconds. But the sun was up, so you looked at your wrist-watch – 06:15 – and sighed. Who the fuck would be there at that hour? Grumbling into your pillow, you turned over and decided that whoever it was would have to come back at a more decent hour.

“Come on now, mujer, I don’t have all day.”

You physically jumped at the sound of Anita Moreno raising her voice behind your front door. She wasn’t shouting, just applying a good amount of force to her voice. Just enough to make you feel a size smaller than usual. You scrambled out of bed and grabbed a robe which you put on whilst walking towards the door. You had no idea what you looked like, but you hoped there was an air of scarecrow to you. You’d found her intriguing when you first met her the day before, but she was little more than a damned annoyance right now. You were not a morning person, and especially not today when your body was tired and sore from the tests.

“I’m not gonna ask if you know what time it is, because you obviously do, and you obviously don’t care, so don’t beat around the bush and just tell me what the hell you want so I can go back to bed and finish waking up.”

“You always this cheerful in the morning?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll be sure to let Marcus know.”

“What does my morning mood have to do with Marcus?”

“Nothing. Yet…”

What? No, no, don’t let her distract you, idiot.

“What do you want, Mrs. Moreno?”

“Tell me, what kind of flowers do you like?”

Nope. You’re not doing this, whatever it is, you’re not doing it at 6 fucking 15 in the morning.

“Have a nice day, Mrs. Moreno.”

As you went to close the door, she simply barged right in, straight past you, and completely unbothered walked into your kitchen while you scrambled after her, shocked and abruptly furious.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

“Don’t you cuss at me, mujer.”

“If you want me to treat you politely, then don’t fucking barge into my house uninvited.”

“Calm down, I’m not staying for breakfast. I just want you to answer a few questions.”

Unbelievable.

“You’ve got some nerve.”

“I’m old, mujer, I don’t have time for intermissions. Now, tell me, what kind of flowers do you like?”

You were fuming, but this woman was a super. She wasn’t leaving until she decided to leave. So, you took a breath.

“Dahlias.”

“Interesting choice. Why?”

“What does it matter? What do you want from me?”

“Do you know the origin of Dahlias?”

“Why? Am I to expect a pop-quiz banging on my door tomorrow?”

“The Dahlia came from my ancestors, the Aztecs, they called it The War Flower. Nowadays, it’s known as the King of summer flowers, because of its wide range of shapes, sizes and colours. It has something of a demanding presence, you never walk past a Dahlia without seeing it. And yet, it doesn’t ask you for much.”

“Do you have a point, or is this becoming a lecture on the mythology of flora? Because I will go back to bed and ignore you until you leave.”

“It’s an observation. What’s your opinion on supers?”

“Are you serious? Ugh, forget it, of course you are. Fine. I have nothing against them, but I don’t adore or idolize them. They’re flawed just like the rest of us.”

“What’s Marcus’ flaws?”

“He’s… too kind for his own good sometimes. He let’s people walk all over him if he thinks that it’ll keep the peace. And he… tries to carry the whole world by himself if you let him.”

She smiled.

“Good. You’re hired. I expect you at Heroics HQ at 7 am tomorrow morning.”

…what THE FUCK…?!

She walked back towards the door, while you stood dumbstruck just staring after her. She had reached the door by the time you unfroze and ran out to the hallway.

“Wait, what the hell are you talking about? Hired for what? I didn’t ask you for a job.”

“No, you didn’t. But you need one, and I’ve got one. Take it or leave it, if you’re not there by 7, I’ll know what you chose.”

You stood in the door, watching her disappear into a black SUV, and drive off.

Did that actually just happen? It must have, there was no way in hell you’d ever even dream something like that. You shook your head, and decided that there was no point in going back to bed now, your head was buzzing, so you might as well have breakfast and get the cleaning going. As you went to the bathroom you caught your reflection in the mirror, and smiled to yourself. There was definitely an air of scarecrow. You turned the TV on while you made tea, and tried not to think about what had just transpired in your kitchen. You had always loved coffee before, never started the day without it ever since you were 16. But your body seemed to have become oversensitive to it after your cellular breakdown. You’d had your first cup about a month ago, and it had really done a number on you. You’d been hyperactive for hours with uncontrollable twitches and insistent trembling in your hands. You’d given it a second try a week later, but even just half of a small cup had resulted in the same outcome, so you had accepted that your coffee-days were over. You were actually really starting to like tea, especially the spicier types.

The news showed a highlight reel from the Heroics latest outing, and you found yourself glancing at the footage, looking for a glimpse of Marcus. You saw him flash by as he fought someone, or something, you weren’t sure, and then again when the fighting was over. He looked confident and strong when he was out there. When he had an enemy in front of him, and a clear task. It was enticing to watch. Oh, who were you kidding – it was fucking hot! You shook your head and turned the TV off as you finished your breakfast. There was a lot to do to get the house in order, and you had a plan to get it all done. The problem was that a certain uninvited guest kept popping into your head, distracting you with thoughts about flowers and what the hell that job was all about? So, by lunchtime, you weren’t anywhere close to where you’d hoped to be. You’d managed to wipe down all the surfaces where dust accumulated, and the vacuuming was done. But you’d hoped to have washed the floors and beaten the carpets and cleaned the refrigerator and freezer by then.

Oh, well. Rome and all that.

You decided to have pizza for lunch and called in an order. But later, as you were eating said pizza, you had something of a lightning moment. You didn’t need to sit there and just fidget and wonder and worry about what you were gonna do tomorrow. You could just go back to HQ and talk to Marcus. He’d only be happy to see you, he’d said as much when you went to find him to say goodbye. It hadn’t been a very long exchange, since you’d been eager to get going, knowing there’d be things you’d have to do before going to bed. But he had said that he’d miss you and that you’d always be welcome to visit them. So, why not? If anyone could tell you what Máma Moreno was up to, it’d be her son.

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