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The One Where He Puts His Foot in His Mouth | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley takes his stress out on you, and you let him know that's unacceptable.

Warnings: Angst and Smut

Length: 3100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You?

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Bradley was feeling stressed out. He had moved everything from the barracks into his new house, and there were boxes all over the place. The new furniture he ordered was scattered in every room, waiting until he had time to assemble it. The clutter was killing him, setting his nerves on edge. He usually liked to keep a very tidy living space.

And on top of that, you had agreed to move in with him in December, just a few weeks from now. He wanted you here, he really did, but you'd already moved some of your random stuff in, just adding to the mess.

So he collapsed on the couch to collect his thoughts while you cooked dinner in the kitchen.

"I have a great idea, Roo! How about we have some people over for a Friendsgiving dinner the day after Thanksgiving? We can cook our turkey that day instead! It'll be so fun!"

He grunted from the couch. It really didn't sound like all that much fun to him, but he definitely wasn't going to tell you that. "Maybe just Phoenix and Bob?" he suggested, tossing an arm over his eyes.

"Yeah, I guess I'll see who is available," you told him happily. "This will be great. We have a week to plan everything."

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Thanksgiving was the best holiday Bradley could remember experiencing in his life. He spent it with you. Only you. He had fun helping you make a lasagna since you were saving the turkey for when Phoenix and Bob came over for dinner tomorrow. Then you snuggled with him on the couch, let him watch football for a few hours, and gave him a blowjob. By the time dinner was ready, you had opened two beers, set the table and called him over to eat.

"I love this domestic shit, Baby Girl. Living with you is going to be awesome," he told you as he pulled you onto his lap at the dining room table.

You laughed and gave him a kiss before pulling your plate closer and taking a bite. "I can't wait to be fully moved in with you in just a few more weeks."

Bradley took a bite as well and groaned, because everything you cooked was always delicious. "Gonna be perfect. Just like this, every day. You and me. No fights. Just sex and happiness."

"Sounds good, Roo."

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The following day, Bradley had to report to base for the morning, but you were off for the whole day. You had slept over and got right to work in the kitchen first thing, making Friendsgiving dinner. He popped in to get some coffee as he was leaving.

"This looks like a lot of food, Baby Girl," he commented as he filled his travel mug.

"Does it? I was thinking it might not be enough."

Bradley looked around at the ten pound bags of potatoes, boxes of stuffing mix, bundles of carrots, and piles of baking supplies. He could barely see his kitchen counters.

"I mean, I guess you're the expert," he told you with a kiss to your temple. "I'll be back after lunch."

But when he returned from work, he was even more baffled. The house smelled incredible, but there was so much damn food. You had five pies lined up on the table, timers were going off, disposable bakeware filled the island, and you looked very frazzled.

"Need any help, Sweetheart?" he asked cautiously.

"No, I'm good. Everyone will be here in about an hour."

Bradley scratched his head. "What do you mean by everyone? It's just Phoenix and Bob, right?"

You turned slowly to look directly at him. "No.... it's a few more people than that, Roo. Weren't you listening the other night when I told you that?"

"Listening when? The night I was putting together all of the furniture I bought?"

"Maybe?"

"Well no, Y/N, I probably wasn't paying too much attention to this Friendsgiving thing. Because I thought it was just Phoenix and Bob."

You looked a little panicked, and Bradley immediately felt bad. He ran his hand through his hair. "I just wanted to get the house in order before we had a bunch of people over, but I'm sure it's fine. Don't worry about it. I'm going to get a shower and get dressed before they arrive," Bradley mumbled as he stalked into the bedroom which was still a mess of stuff.

He took a nice long shower, shaved around his mustache, and got dressed, finally able to calm himself down. It would be no problem to open his house up to a few more people. They were all friends anyway, so no harm done. And it wasn't your fault you had been trying to talk to him when he didn't let you know he was concentrating on the furniture.

You and he would get better at communicating over time, he was sure of it.

But when he walked out into his kitchen, it was literally filled with people. And there were more people coming through the front door. He saw Fanboy, Coyote, Phoenix, Hangman, Bob, Payback, and Maria. Plus a few of your other coworkers from your new lab. There were at least fifteen people in his house.

"What the fuck..." he muttered to himself as the doorbell rang. He watched you prance over and open the door, revealing Mav, Penny and Amelia.

So this is why you thought there wasn't going to be enough food. "Holy shit," Bradley sighed, making his way to the refrigerator and grabbing himself a beer.

"This is so nice, thanks for having everyone over," Phoenix told him, giving him a quick hug.

Bradley just grumbled. "I thought it was just you and Bob coming. I don't know why she invited everyone we know. The house is still a mess!"

Phoenix's eyes went wide. "Oh, well, don't look now, but um.... yeah...."

Bradley followed her gaze toward the front door where you were letting Cam and that fucking douchebag Kyle into the house. Into Bradley's house. He watched Kyle bend down a little and give you a hug, running his hand across your back. It looked innocent enough, but Bradley really hated that guy on sight. He glared daggers at you. "Y/N."

You jumped away from Kyle's grip around your waist and your eyes met Bradley's.

"Welcome everyone!" you announced with a nervous smile as you looked at Bradley. "The food is all ready, so please help yourselves! Paper plates are on the counter!"

"Y/N, can we talk for a minute?"

"Sure..." you said cautiously, and Bradley followed you into the bedroom as everyone else started to pile food onto plates. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? There are a hundred people in my house, including Kyle, and I didn't know any of them were going to be here! Who the hell else did you invite?"

"That's it! Nobody else is coming!" you promised, running your hands up and down his arms to calm him down. "Can you just come back out and try your best to be pleasant? Please? And we can talk later?"

"Fine," Bradley managed through gritted teeth. He would just glue himself to Phoenix for the remainder of the evening, and he would make it.

So he got a plate of food and listened to everyone compliment your cooking. He couldn't disagree with them, but he liked it better when it was just the two of you. And what was Kyle doing here anyway? Why had you invited him? At least he was avoiding Bradley like the plague.

Maverick tried to make conversation, but Bradley was in a sour mood by this point. Basically everyone was avoiding him now except for Bob, who was either too kind to leave anyone out or too clueless to catch onto Bradley's mood.

And now Kyle had you alone, near the back door. How much longer was Bradley going to have to play nice? He decided he wasn't going to.

"Hey, Sweetheart," he said as he walked over to you. Then he pulled you against him and kissed you hard, pressing his fingers into your hips. He teased your mouth until you sighed.

"What was that for?" you whispered after he released you.

"Just wanted to kiss my girlfriend, that's all." He winked at Kyle as he ran his hand along your lower back and ass. Kyle swallowed and then wandered off into the kitchen.

"Oh my goodness, I thought you came over here to kiss me because you wanted to, but you were just trying to make Kyle jealous!" you hissed at him, pulling out of his grasp. "Come on, Bradley!"

"What am I supposed to do, when he so clearly wants to fuck you! It's so transparent!" Bradley replied, waving his arms in the air.

"God, can you please not do this right now? Look, everyone is eating the pies. Can this wait until dessert is over and everyone leaves?"

"Sure," Bradley agreed with a growl. He picked up a plate and filled it with pie slices. He figured the more he had to eat, the less that would be available for everyone else. And slowly but surely, everyone started to filter out of his house. Kyle was unsurprisingly the first to go. Good riddance. Penny and Mav offered to stay and help clean up, but Bradley assured them it would be just fine if they went ahead and left for the night.

You were actively avoiding him at this point, going so far as to try to get Phoenix to stay longer.

"Nope, it's time for Nat to leave. Bye Nat, and please take them with you," he said, gesturing to all of the guys.

Phoenix pulled Bradley aside on her way to the door. "Can you stop acting like a dick? Your girlfriend was sweet to invite everyone over. And I'm going to say this as nicely as I can; if you want to have a girlfriend at all, then I suggest you act a little better in the future."

Bradley stood silently in the middle of the living room, and watched you give everyone hugs as they left. When you closed the door behind them, Bradley was about to apologize to you.

"Oh my God, Bradley!" you shouted before he could get a word out. "What the fuck is your problem? I was trying to have a nice time!"

His blood was instantly boiling again. "Then why did you invite Kyle? I can't fucking stand the way he looks at you!" he shouted.

"I didn't! I think he overheard me inviting Cam and Maria and just decided to tag along!"

"Really?" Bradley asked, taking a few steps closer to you. "Are you sure you didn't invite him here to get me all riled up like this?"

"Yes, I'm sure! Oh my God, it doesn't even matter, Bradley!"

"It sure as hell matters to me. I don't want him in my house!"

You took a step away from him. "In your house?"

"Yeah! My house!"

Your eyes narrowed to slits and you planted your hands on your hips. Bradley had the fleeting thought that perhaps he'd made a mistake.

"So when I move in with you in a few weeks, what does that make me?" you asked, deadly calm. "Your girlfriend, or your fucking personal chef? Do I need to run everything past you first so I don't do something you don't like in your precious house? I guess this is a good example of why I wanted to pay you rent!"

"Sweetheart, that's not what I meant," he said, taking a cautious step toward you.

"You told me you wanted this to be our house, but if you've changed your mind, then maybe I can move in with Cam instead. I'm sure he won't try to dictate to me what I'm allowed to do where I live!" You eyes were flashing with anger. Bradley was fucked. He'd never seen you this mad before.

"Baby Girl, I didn't mean-"

"I already gave up my lease with Maria! So if you're going to start acting like a fucking clown all of a sudden, I'd rather you tell me now instead of after I move my stuff in here! That way you'd be saving me time finding a new place to live and a new boyfriend!"

"Don't say that," Bradley hissed, backing you up to the wall. His hands were on your hips, pinning you in place. "Do not say that to me." His breathing was ragged as he watched your eyes grow wide.

He watched you lick your lips as your eyes dropped to his mouth. "Don't tell me what to do," you whispered, and Bradley couldn't take much more.

"Stop it," he said quietly, shaking his head. "You belong with me. Stop saying you don't."

You glared up at him. Your hands found their way to his chest, but instead of pushing him away like he was afraid you were going to do, you pulled him closer. "Make me."

Bradley pinned you in place, one hand on your hip and one around the side of your neck. He kissed you hard on the lips before pulling away again. He looked down at your beautiful face, an expression of pride and stubbornness filling your features. He gently stroked your neck with his thumb.

"I want you here. With me."

"To be your personal chef?"

"No, to be my girlfriend who I get to dote on."

You licked your lips and sniffed, but you didn't try to move. "You had a funny way of showing that today. You can't tell me what to do. And I don't care if you think Kyle wants to fuck me. I don't want to fuck Kyle, so that's just going to have to be a good enough answer for you. Or I'll find somewhere else to live."

"Don't," Bradley growled.

"Then show me you want me here," you whispered, and he had you hoisted up in his arms immediately.

"I want you here," he said roughly, enunciating every word. "I want you fucking everywhere with me, Baby Girl." He kissed your mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist. "I'm sorry I was a jerk."

"Show me," you insisted again, grinding against his abs. He kissed you, palm at the back of your head, keeping you in place while he sucked your lower lip between his teeth and nibbled. You moaned into his mouth, and he felt so possessive of you. He needed you to know you made his life better.

Bradley laid you down on the couch and climbed on top of you. He kissed your neck as he worked at the zipper of your jeans. "I want you here, because I love you." He slipped his hand inside your underwear and you moaned.

"I don't care if you never cook for me again," he added. "I'll make us cereal for dinner every night, and I'll never complain."

You smiled slightly up at him, clearly trying to keep your expression angry. He wasn't going to have you living anywhere else. No matter what.

He kissed your chin gently as he circled your clit with his fingertips. "God you're wet, Baby Girl. You like arguing with me? Makes me hot too." Although he didn't find this too surprising, he wasn't planning on fighting with you to get this reaction in the future. You needed to know you could trust him.

You just moaned and tipped your head back as Bradley slipped a finger inside you.

"I want you here, Sweetheart. I'll apologize to everyone if you want me to. Even Kyle. And you can have them all over again, too. You can do anything you want."

"Bradley," you whined. He slid your jeans down your legs, followed by your underwear. Then he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down a bit until his hard length was free.

"Baby Girl, you gotta stay here with me. I need you," he whispered as he pushed his cock into your wetness and bottomed out. "Oh, fuck." He let himself go; if you wanted him to show you he wanted you here, then he would do just that. He fucked you hard, gently peppering your face with kisses.

Soon you were a whining, needy mess under him, squeezing his entire length as he started fucking you slowly. You felt so good, you always felt like this. He couldn't believe he'd yelled at you. "Sweetheart, I love you. Tell me what you need."

You chewed on your lip glancing down to where his body connected with yours. "You better make me come," you told him, grabbing his shoulders and guiding his mouth back down to yours.

He would do that. He absolutely would. He kissed you sweetly, pulling one leg up over his hip. Then he fucked you into the couch cushions, bracing one foot on the floor. He fucked you hard and fast until you were close, then he brushed his fingers gently across your clit. He slowed his pace down and kissed your neck. He could feel your pussy squeeze him tighter as your orgasm started and your moans got louder.

"I'll make you come all the time in our house. Just say you'll stay with me," he whispered next to your ear. You whined as you came, grabbing at his shirt and his neck.

"I'll stay," you gasped, and Bradley let himself tumble over the edge with you.

A few minutes later, you started stirring beneath him, his cock still inside you. He lifted his head from the crook of your pretty neck and looked at your flushed face and puffy lips. "I'm sorry I was such a jerk today. I honestly thought you knew how stressed out I've been feeling about moving in here and getting everything ready. I should have made it clear that I only wanted a few people to come over."

"I'll be more explicit next time, Roo. I promise. Now do you believe me that I didn't invite Kyle?"

"Yes, I believe you."

"You can understand why I didn't want to turn someone away?"

"Yes, of course. I'm an idiot."

"Will you stop acting like a baby?"

"Yes, I will."

"And did you get this all out of your system? I don't want to see you like this again."

"I hear you, Baby Girl. No more."

You pushed his weight off of you and he stood, quickly pulling you to your feet as well. "Come eat some pie with me," you murmured as you pulled him into the dining room.

Bradley watched his cum drip down your legs and swore to himself he wasn't going to fuck this up. He loved you too much.

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alastorsw1f3 · 19 days

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|| 𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑶'𝑺 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 ||

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|| 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑻𝑾𝑶 ||

You're at the stove in the Kitchen of the Hotel. You felt like cooking today, though you can't cook. Dark smoke comes from whatever is left on your frying pan. You tried to make eggs and bacon, something simple for breakfast, it didn't turn out so great. Eventually, what was left of it caught flame and set the fire alarm off.

"Careful now!" Alastor sneaks his way behind you, placing one of his hands on your shoulder. He's standing over you, his chest touching your back. You're stuck between the stove and him, not sure what to do.

"Sorry. I tried to cook myself breakfast." You laughed, awkwardly as you rubbed your elbows.

"If you knew you could not cook, you could have asked for assistance, My Dear." He snapped his finger and the fire was gone in an instant, along with the remains of what would have been your breakfast. The fire alarm then stopped.

"Thanks." You kept your head down, you were still blocked in between Alastor and the stove. You could feel him staring you down.

"Now, is that all?" Alastor asked as he continued to peer down at you, you could tell he had that same smug grin glued onto his face.

"You tell me." You barked, and turned your head to try and look at him.

Alastor grabbed your chin and spun you around to look at him. He bowed down so you and him were eye to eye. "IS THAT ALL?" He asked, you could hear his static growing. He got closer to you, his face in yours and his nose almost touching you.

You took a long pause and gulped. You talked to him once and now he's in your space and looking at you as if you're his prey. "That's all." You gritted through your teeth.

"Good!" He let go of your chin and clapped his hands together. Then, sinking into the floor and disappearing.

You sat on the counter and sighed, putting your hand to your head as you pushed your hair back. What a way to start the day. You hopped off and made your way to the living room, where everyone else was.

"Heya Babe, what was going on in the Kitchen? Alarm went off." Angel said in between, while sucking on his popsicle.

"I tried to make breakfast. It didn't turn out so well, I'm not sure where it is." You put your finger to your chin as you thought.

"Come, come! Sit down (Y/N)! I came up with some exercises we could do to start the day off." Charlie exclaimed.

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You shut the door to your room, today was EXHAUSTING. You make your way to your bed and flop onto it. You nudge your head against the pillow and sigh, hoping to just get to relax for a bit. Then, there's a knock at your door.

"Can I come in?" A voice comes from behind the door.

"Yeah sure." You groan and roll over onto your back and turn your head to the door.

The door opens and you see Angel Dust pop his head through, then slides his whole body in the room and shuts the door behind him. "Heya Toots. Tired?" He chuckles and places his hands on his hips.

"You know it." You laugh and sit up. "So, what's up Ang?"

"Was wonderin' if 'ya wanted to hang out tomorrow. Go to the club. You, Cherri and me."

"Hell yeah! It's been so boring here. I've been cooped up in this hotel. Starting to feel isolated!" You laugh and Angel giggles.

"I'll lend 'ya an outfit tomorrow, I'll even fix 'ya up. Tomorrow's gonna be amazing, doll face." Angel says as he turns around and opens the door to leave.

"Thanks Ang."

"You know it Babe" Angel says and leaves, shutting the door behind him.

You had no idea how much of a trouble you'd be in for tomorrow.

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winterrrnight · 5 months

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Hey! I love your work, Could you possibly write a Zach Maclaren x reader, where the reader searches for a roommate and she meets Zach and they start being roomies and like cute stuff happens and they end up together🫶🏻

thank you so so much for this gorgeous request! I can't even tell you how much I've always thought about it, I have so so many ideas for it, I am just struggling to put them all together in a good order, so it took me so so long to put it out, but, nevertheless, I hope you enjoy reading it!!

roomies (part I)

PAIRING: zach maclaren x gn!reader

SUMMARY: as your bills pile up and it starts to get lonely living in your apartment, you start your search for a roommate. little did you know, you will come across someone so much more than a roommate.

WARNINGS: none!

EDITH SPEAKS: this is finally out! probably one of my favorite requests I've ever had. this took me so long to write, and honestly, I'm still stuck at a certain part of it, so I decided to split it into parts. who knows, it may become a very amazing series <3

please please reblog if you enjoyed reading this! feedback is always so loved and appreciated <3

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You sigh as you put up one of your last flyers on a pole. It's been weeks since you started looking for a roommate who can move in with you in your apartment, but you've turned up with no luck. Whoever calls you up to be your roommate always has this one problem which is something you just can't handle.

One of the guys who called you up was a drummer, and as much as you love music, all the drumming throughout the day will not help you when you're trying to get some work done at home.

Another one is a complete party animal, and your will power isn't strong enough to wake up almost everyday to a mess of empty alcohol bottles around your house.

So you've made a tough but much needed decision: you will accept whichever person calls next to be your roommate.

Are you desperate? Extremely.

Will it affect you if the person has some qualities or hobbies which do not align with your own life? Of course.

But will it help you pay all your bills? Yes.

No more questions needed.

You come back to your apartment and find an envelope waiting for you in your mail. You open it up to see it's the updated electricity bill for the month. You've seen enough bills with an insane amount of zeroes at their bottom, and this one makes you realise if you don't get a roommate soon, you're going to be kicked out of this apartment.

You sit at your kitchen island, your forearms resting in front of you and your head slumped in your hands as you turn over the details of the current situation you're in over and over in your head. You don't exactly have the most high paying job which can allow you pay all your bills independently, leaving you with enough money for your university tuition and to feed yourself.

Your phone dings with a notification, and you look at it to see it's an unknown number. With hope heavy in your heart you open the text, and you're very glad to see it's someone asking about the apartment.

unknown number: please tell me you are still open to take roommates because I've been looking for an apartment for weeks and have had no luck. I promise I'm not weird.

You let out a small chuckle as you read the text.

you: yes it's still available. and it's okay I don't think you're weird I feel your desperation because same, I've been looking for a roommate for weeks.

You text this person a bit more, and you find out his name is Zach Maclaren and he's in the same university as yours, but you two have very different courses so you never saw each other on campus.

You both have set up to meet at a local coffee shop to get to know each other better, and you have been feeling a bit more excited than you should be. You saw his pictures and you definitely found him attractive. And if he helps you by being a perfect roommate, you might as well gain something more out of this whole situation.

You reach the coffee shop and just as you sit, Zach arrives. He comes up to you with a big smile on his face and even gives you a hug, encasing you completely in his warmth.

You definitely have trouble parting from him, seeing how perfectly your body fits within his, but you do and you both sit on the opposite seats of the table you chose.

"Are you coming from one of your soccer practices?" You ask, as you take a proper look at his outfit to find he's wearing a t shirt with shorts and some sports shoes.

"Yeah, I was worried the practice time might clash with our time to meet up, but thank god it didn't," he lets out a light laugh as you smile at him.

You decide to order all your food first, and then resume your conversations as you wait for it.

"You're telling me you love to cook?" You gasp and he laughs at your reaction.

"Yes," he says with a big grin on his face.

"That's actually so perfect, I mean, if you do move in with me, we can make a proper system of how one is mostly responsible for the cooking and the other for cleaning. It's actually going to relieve so much load off the both of us," you say, as you are served all your food.

Zach takes his coffee and takes in a big sip before speaking. "That is going to be great," he adds. "And we can do all the other stuff together, like grocery shopping or shopping for anything for around the house,"

You smile wide and nod at him, and you both start to eat the scones and croissants you got. A silence falls around you both for just a few minutes as you both eat, but it doesn't feel awkward, if anything, it feels so right. As if you're both meant to be sitting opposite to each other every single day while having your dinner.

You have clicked very quickly with him, and you're so grateful for that, because this might as well be the end of your long, tiring search of finding a roommate. All that is left is to get a approval from him, but you have a feeling he won't say no, because he seems very enthusiastic about it, just the way you are.

"So, what's the verdict? Would you love to move in with me?" You ask, your heart slightly beating faster.

"Of course I would love to! I have spent way too long trying to find a roommate and I don't think I want to continue to do that, but also you seem very nice and I think we would work perfectly together," he smiles at you. You immediately relax and let out a scream of happiness. You get up from your chair to give him another hug as you walk behind him, wrap your arms around his shoulders and gently squeeze them with happiness.

"Thank you Zach, thank you so much," you say as he laughs and gently holds onto your arms. You let go of him and sit back on your seat.

"There's one thing you need to help me with though," you say, and he looks at you expectantly, "so you see, about this month's rent..."

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You finally get the last box from Zach's car and bring it up to your apartment. You keep it on the floor right next to the others and let out a sigh of relief as you sit on your couch to rest.

Just a few minutes Zach comes up too after getting some other things from his car. Just a few days ago, you brought him to your place to allow him to look around and explore. There isn't much to explore, but you were glad when he was happy with his bedroom. But he there is one thing he isn't satisfied with: your kitchen.

"No, you just don't have all the stuff you'll need in here," he says as he walks to your kitchen with a box in his hand labelled as 'kitchen equipment' as you follow him, concerned about what he means when you don't have all the 'stuff'.

He sets the box on the kitchen island and opens it, and you peek over his shoulder to find equipment you only see in those fancy cooking videos on the internet; something you never even considered of buying.

"Whoa," you whisper, as you see him pull out atleast 10 different types of baking moulds. You pick one up and see it is in shape of a skull.

"And this comes in handy when. . ." you trail off, looking at him expectantly, but he's just ushering around your kitchen to keep all his stuff and also rearranging some of your own utilities.

"Halloween, duh," he adds, turning to you and taking the mould from your hands. He keeps it alongside his other moulds in one of your cabinets.

"Your spice drawer needs a lot of work, by the way," he comments, leaving the kitchen and getting started on organising his bedroom.

You huff at his unrequired comment and follow him to his bedroom to help him set up everything in there.

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You wake up to the sunlight entering through your curtains, lighting everything around you in a golden tint. Unlike the usual silence you hear each morning when you wake up, today you hear the sounds of pots and pans from the kitchen, something sizzling away on the stove and the string of the melody being sung by the one and only, Zach.

You go into the kitchen to see him with his bare back towards you as he flips a pancake (and your eyes wander over his back muscles flexing, but that isn't what's necessary right now) and places it in a plate of already piling pancakes next to him. They are perfectly round and golden, something you can never be so perfect at even if you tried too hard.

"Oh hey good morning," Zach says with a smile as he notices you have appeared by his side.

"Hey," you say with a yawn, your eyes still threatening to close. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did, actually, for some reason I thought it may take me some time to adjust to a whole different room and bed but I was very relaxed," he tells you. He piles the last pancake on top of the others and now fully turns around to face you.

"I don't think I've ever had such a lavish breakfast on my own before," you say as you take two plates and knives and forks and follow Zach to your kitchen island.

"Well, now I'm living with you, so it's lavish breakfasts, lunches, and dinners from now on," he grins. You break into a smile as he serves you some pancakes. You thank him and just as you take the first bite, you feel like you've been transported to heaven.

"Wow," you say, your eyes wide and your voice muffled. You never knew homemade pancakes could be this delectable. Zach smiles at your reaction and eats his own pancakes, both of you completely contented as you kick start your Sunday.

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You reach Zach's room with your vacuum cleaner; as per your system, you are responsible for all sorts of cleaning around that house and Zach for the cooking. You knock at his door and here a 'come in' and pull on the latch.

He's going through one of his drawers to get a t shirt while he stands with just a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet as drops drip down his neck. He swallow the huge lump in your throat as you close the door behind you.

"I'm just going to vacuum in here real quick," you clear your throat as you peel your eyes off his toned chest and focus on cleaning. The humming of your vacuum cleaner fills the air around you, and Zach goes back into his washroom to wear his clothes.

"Oh would you like to hit the grocery store with me? I noticed you're out of some vegetables and other stuff," he asks as he comes out of the washroom.

You nod at his words and quickly finish up the vacuuming of his room. Soon you both leave for the grocery store.

You take a cart and push it around the store as Zach brings items to put in the cart. You spot some items you have never even thought of adding to your food before. Zach is quick to pile up the cart.

"You know you're hundred percent responsible for all the food bills of our house," you say, half joking.

"Oh yes don't worry about that," he says seriously, as he bends down to a lower shelf to get some sort of special sauce.

When the cart is pretty much filled to the brim, you both reach the self check out station. You stand at the side and Zach starts to bill in all he has bought, and just as he said, every single penny for the groceries came out so his pocket.

When Zach has put all the bought items in the bags, you go ahead to pick one but he stops you.

"Don't worry about it, I'll handle it," he says, picking both of the clearly heavy bags with ease. You try to say something, but you realise quick that there actually isn't a point to say anything; what he wants his way, is going to happen his way.

You follow him out to his car.

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It's been just over a week since Zach moved in with you, and you've got to say, you've adjusted way too quickly than you thought you would. Every plan you make, every task you set, seems to always align perfectly with his own, which allows you both to do your own things in your own perfect harmony. He even helped you with your loading bills of the month, even though it was initially decided he would start taking his financial duties from the first of the upcoming month.

Every morning you wake up to the most perfect breakfast you can dream of, and Zach gets to come back from university to a spotless home. You both usually carpool and save a lot on gas money, which has started to make an effective change to your savings.

Zach's home cooked meals are out of this planet, and you don't remember what's the last time you ordered take-out. Everytime you crave something, Zach will make it at home, and you'll be left completely surprised with how it tastes even better than the take-out.

Zach loves to try new things almost each week, and you're now his personal taste tester (as he likes to call it), or his personal guinea pig (as you like to call it, because you think he's experimenting on you).

"You can so easily sneak poison into any of your dishes and bam, no one will ever know," you joke from your position in your living room, as Zach is in the kitchen whipping up something.

You hear him laugh from the kitchen, and you shake your head with a smile as you focus back on the book you're reading.

Suddenly he comes running out of the kitchen to you, with a ladle in his hand. Before you can question him about anything, he basically shoves it in your mouth.

"How is it? Too spicy? Too salty? I think it needs just a dash of cumin but I'm not sure if it needs cumin or maybe some, I don't know, paprika? Fenugreek seeds? I just, I cannot think-"

"It's perfect," you whisper, as you feel the earthy broth go down your throat, spreading the most beautiful symphony of flavors in your mouth.

Zach stops his rant and looks at you with his eyes wide. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes I am!" You say excitedly, as you get up and push him towards the kitchen. "This is absolutely perfect," you look at the pot full of the broth kept on a low simmer. You take the ladle from him and scoop some more broth from the pot and move it closer to him.

He gently sips onto it and closes his eyes for a moment. "It is perfect," he whispers, taking the ladle from you. You nod with a big grin on your face as you watch him add some coriander on top to garnish and close the lid.

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clone-anon · 18 days

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Hello! You are an absolute angel, your stories are so lovely and many of them have moved me to tears <3

I know it's a bit dark but I was wondering if you could do a Tech x f!reader where the reader is struggling with passive suicidal ideation (suicidal thoughts with no intent to act upon them) and feeling trapped inside her mind. Reader is touch starved and maybe Tech is too and they both find safety holding each other.

No worries if you can't do it! Thanks for making so many peoples' day including mine <3

Thank you! I'm glad you like my writing and decided to prioritize this since it's such a heavy topic.

Warnings: ongoing passive suicidal ideation mentioned, one moment of suicidal ideation involving a ledge with no intention to act

A/N: The squad is all back together again, but there is no mention of how. We don't need to know how right now, just that they're together. Also, I think this could be read as gender neutral reader.

Although Tech was not as demonstrative with his physical expressions in the same way Wrecker was, he would sometimes reach out and touch your shoulder or arm in a supportive way. He was not entirely sure of the line, but you always seemed to lean into his hand enough to let him know the feeling was welcome. You had all been looking for some place to lay low for the time being. A lot had happened and you did not want to lose each other. The squad was whole and you all wanted it to stay that way.

One evening on a forested moon you sat under the stars. There was a bit of a ledge not far from where the ship was parked and the campfire set up. Everyone was inside at the moment and you simply stared. It wasn't a far drop. Your mind fell into the trap of thinking what-ifs. You wrapped your arms around your shoulders and tried to shudder the thought away as Tech approached. He sat next to you and tried to read your expression.

"What is it?" he asked.

You looked down at your hands and took a calming breath as his warm presence settled next to you.

"Nothing," you replied.

"It's not nothing," he insisted softer than you'd ever heard him. "Tell me."

"I keep having these thoughts. Do you know what suicidal ideation is?"

Eyes wide he answered, "Of course I do, but what is the reason for this? How can I help?" His arms encircled you, although loosely, as his eyes followed yours to the ledge.

"It's passive, Tech. I won't do it. These thoughts come to mind and I can't seem to stop them or turn them off."

"Promise me you will come to me before acting on anything," he replied.

"I just said I won't do it," you said as your expression vulnerable expression pleaded for understanding.

"I know." He looked at you and nodded. "However, I won't have you experience this alone and I won't take chances."

You looked up at him and his arms seemed to hold you just a little more snugly. Your own snaked around his torso and you leaned into him. His embrace seemed to clear out the thoughts you had only moments ago.

"Breathe with me," he suggested. Your chests rose and fell in rhythm and you felt grounded in each other. It was soothing for him just as much as it was for you and you felt like your mind was more your own than it was just moments before.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" you asked.

"Of course. I'll stay with you every night if that is what it takes."

You stood up and he put out the fire before putting a hand on your back and walking onto the ship with you. You got settled into your bunk and he brought his pillow, laying so that you were between him and the wall. You leaned into each other and loosely left an arm around the other's waist.

"Promise me," he softly requested again.

"I promise I'll come to you."

"Good. I can't lose you."

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead to yours. In the quiet of the ship you fell asleep together.

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breadqueen95 · 2 years

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hi i love your eren insomniac au so much 😭💛 may i request for a modern au eren x reader (fem/gn) - where eren stands up for the reader from being disrespected by toxic parents? more of like a comfort hc? don’t worry if you are unable to, thank you so much for reading this & putting in so much effort to ur writing <3 have a great day lovely !!

oh my gosh thank you!!!! it's one of my favorite hcs i've written so I'm so happy you like it too! and thank you the most for being here and saying such kind things, it means a lot to me

but FUCK YEAH i can do that for you!!! i'm sorry if this is a situation you have to deal with :( i have my own set of toxic parents so i know how hard it can be. i hope this helps, even just a little <3

kind of turned into a whole ass fic???? i'm so sorry about that lol i hope it's okay!

CW: anxiety, depression, slight ptsd, heavy themes of toxic parental relationships, body issues

modern!Eren Jaeger x fem!Reader

Before

Eren knows about your family. He's known, or at least suspected, from those very first few weeks of getting to know you. He has his own issues with his dad - even though everyone's situation is different, he's come to learn how to recognize those long lasting scars in other people. It hurts him beyond belief that he can see those scars in you, his favorite person.

It was even harder seeing how deep those scars go once you two began your relationship. It took awhile for Eren to help you understand that his love for you wasn't transactional. It wasn't conditional. It didn't depend on the size of clothes you wore, or how many achievements you could tack onto your resume. That you didn't have to walk on eggshells every waking moment just to make sure you didn't misstep. He just loves you. You're still learning that, and trying to show him the very same kind of deep and unyielding love for him.

Even so, Eren has his mom. Carla has been able to show him nothing but pure and unconditional love from before he can remember - a stark contrast from Grisha. He was able to start healing and separating himself from that toxicity from a young age, and hasn't really spoken to him since. Your situation is different - both parents, both different yet similar brands of harshness, both still in contact.

It's complicated. He knows it is. You've even said it yourself.

Doesn't stop him from being so, so gentle with you. From waking up every morning ready to protect you and remind you how much he loves you. It started like that from the very first minute he lay eyes on you, when he knew instantly how much he was going to love you, to now, and every moment to come.

So when your parents kept insisting they had to meet him, Eren tried to convince you that it wasn't that important. That they could try and do this over FaceTime first, test the waters a little bit.

You honestly didn't want to share him with them at all. He's such a sacred part of your life, something so good and pure and wonderful. You're scared that if he sees where you come from, just how bad it can get with them, he'll leave.

You're always terrified that you'll scare him off.

You tell him so one night, as you're wringing your hands together, panicking after yet another passive aggressive text about meeting Eren. It stresses you out more and more every time.

Eren doesn't say anything at first. Just wraps you up in his arms. Pulls you against his warmth. Cradles you against his broad chest, stroking every part of you he can reach with a featherlight touch.

"Baby," he croons, "there's nothing you could show me that could scare me off."

Your stomach swoons every time he calls you that. Can't be helped. He giggles a little at the stutter in your breathing with the pet name, but doesn't poke fun at you just now.

"You're already so goddamn patient with me," you whisper shakily, his name for you unable to sway you from anxiety, "I just don't--"

"I love you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "I will always love you. I just want you to feel safe and happy, and I'll do everything I can to make you feel that way. Got that?"

Despite the tears filling your eyes, you smile bashfully and hide your face in his neck, leaving thankful and affectionate kisses all over his warm skin.

Okay, so maybe you could do this. You have Eren.

During

After much hounding from your parents, you and Eren find yourselves standing outside the door of your parent's house. You've got a plate of brownies in one hand and Eren in the other. He runs his thumb over your knuckles rhythmically in a way that grounds you. In his other hand, he holds a bouquet of flowers for your mom, ever the gentleman. Carla raised him right.

Everyone's all smiles at first. Eren's impressed; he knows how scared you are, how nervous, but you're putting up a good front. But the more he thinks about it, the more your skill at hiding how you're feeling makes him sad. You've clearly had a lot of practice.

Your parents are showing the good parts of them. You've explained to Eren how there are good memories with them; they can be so loving, so kind. And right now, they're welcoming you home and Eren into their lives with open and loving arms. They're asking Eren all kinds of questions about his life and his interests. Asking about your relationship, how you met, things like that.

It starts to fall apart during dinner.

Eren can see that you've gotten a little more comfortable. Your shoulders aren't as tense, breaths coming a little easier. It's easy for him to understand why you're at war with yourself constantly over how you feel about them.

Then somehow everyone ends up on the subject of something you're passionate about. Eren, for one, is thrilled. Watching you talk about the things you love is one of his favorite activities. Your eyes light up in the most breathtaking way, and your smile is downright infectious. He could listen to you for hours.

"Oh boy, here we go," your mom sighs from one end of the table.

Just like that the spell is broken. Eren has a front row seat as he watches your face fall, your voice cutting off into heavy silence. Your brows knit together as you look down at your plate.

"You're obsessing again," your dad adds with a patronizing laugh.

Eren looks up and in between your parents. They laugh, looking at him as though trying to include him in whatever sick joke they think they're making.

He looks back at you. You're masking it for now, but your hands are clenched in the tightest fists he's ever seen under the table. He reaches under the table and takes the hand closest to him, and ever so gently, tries to coax your fingers open. Trying to get you to let him in.

"Sorry," you say with a self-deprecating laugh, "I know I can get carried away."

Eren's heart shatters. He doesn't know how many times you said this, mostly in the beginning of your relationship and in group settings. You're always so convinced that no one wants to hear you talk, so you end up apologizing for it.

Now he sees it. Where it comes from.

Schooling his face into a friendly expression despite his rage, he squeezes your hand, saying, "No, keep going, I love hearing you talk."

"Nah, it's okay," you shrug nonchalantly, before changing the subject.

The way you're squeezing his hand begs him to drop it. So he does.

But then it keeps going.

You reach for a second helping of something, and your mom says, "How are you still hungry?"

You don't end up getting that second helping.

You make a joke about something, wrinkling your nose in that cute little way he loves so much.

"Yeah, don't tell your coworkers that one," your dad adds in.

Eren has to watch your beautiful face fall.

You're talking about how many long hours you've worked recently, how tired you are.

Cutting you off, your mom jumps in about how hard she works. Very much indicating there's no way you can be more tired than her.

Eren sees you breaking under the weight of it all. His sweet, fiery, passionate girl, reduced to whatever palatable version of you your parents find acceptable. They've tried to make poking fun at you a bonding activity ever since he stepped into their home, and despite his stone faced reactions, they just keep going.

He has to get you out of here. His protective instincts are raging at him to just get you out.

But your mom insists on pictures. So you pose together. Full group picture first. Then one of you and Eren. Eren tries to pour every ounce of love he has into the way he holds you, but he can feel you shaking. He wants to scream, but he pastes a smile on his face instead.

Then it happens.

"TTI, sweetie."

What the fuck? What does that mean?

Then, like a soldier responding to a command, he feels you suck in your soft tummy to the point where he wonders if it's painful.

"Sorry, what does that mean?"

Eren tries to ask in what he hopes is a joking manner, but you can hear the barely suppressed anger just underneath.

"Tuck Tummy In," your mom explains with a lighthearted smile, "now smile--"

"Why would you say that to her?"

He doesn't even try to hide his outrage this time. Eren, a normally very expressive person, has spent the entire night burying his need to put the people hurting you in their place. Now he's had it.

"Eren, it's fine--"

"No, it's not," he seethes, curling his fingers around your waist in a vice grip.

Your parents are silent. No one's ever called them out like this before. You've tried to have discussions with them in the past about things like this, approaching it in a very calm, polite manner, but it always ended badly.

"There's nothing she has to fix about herself to look drop dead gorgeous for a picture. Nothing."

"It's just something we say--"

"Not anymore it's not. Not when I'm here."

You're ready for the yelling to start. You flinch, curling yourself closer into Eren's side. A kneejerk reaction cultivated by years of emotionally volatile parenting. Eren tightens his arm around you. He might be ready to go to war on your behalf, but he's gonna make sure you feel safe at the same time.

Your dad steps forward, a self righteous glare on his face as he looks at Eren.

"You don't speak to my wife that way--"

"Oh, you mean the way you've spoken to your daughter the entire night?"

Heavy silence fills the room. Eren worries that he's gone too far, but then he feels you press even closer to him. If you were upset, you'd be putting distance between you two.

Your parents look at you, expecting you to come to their defense, but you don't. You won't.

"He's r-right," you whisper shakily, "I've told you before how the kinds of things you've said tonight make me feel."

Then, like clockwork, your mom gets misty eyed. Your dad gets stern, condescending, and loud.

"I just wanted a nice night."

"Look at how you made your mother feel."

"I guess we're just the worst parents."

"We'll talk about everything soon," you murmur politely, reaching down to lace your fingers together, "but Eren and I are going home now. Thank you for dinner."

As you go to lead Eren out of there, he tugs you to a stop. You turn and look at him quizzically, wondering what else he could possibly say to them (not that you're complaining). He gives you the sweetest of smiles, the one he reserves just for you. It's the one that says, Don't worry baby. I've got you.

"Since we've already gone there, might as well add some things for the record," he says as he turns around to face them, his hand still holding yours.

"Number 1, it's a goddamn privilege to listen to her talk about anything she wants. For as long as she wants. Anyone who's in the room when she decides to share her passion should count themselves lucky."

Tears gather in your eyes. The happiest of tears.

"Number 2, there are days when I barely see her eat a thing. Those are the days she tries to make herself as small as possible, shrink in on herself. Today was a good day. You took that from her and you should be fucking ashamed."

You start to smile, so in love with this man. Even as your dad starts to raise his voice at Eren's cursing.

"Number 3," Eren says assertively, silencing him, "her belly, the one you shame her for, is one of my favorite parts about her."

Your parents are silent. They stare at Eren in shock, not daring to believe someone could call them out on behaviors they've refused to acknowledge for so long.

Eren turns back to you, green eyes shining with love, and says, "Ready to go?"

You nod. He wraps an arm around you to tug you into him, and leads you out of the warzone.

After

When you and Eren first get in the car, doors slamming shut behind you, he's instantly apologetic.

"I'm so sorry, I let my emotions get the best of me. I never should've gone that far--"

You cut his words off by kissing him, trying to pour every bit of gratitude and love into the way your lips move against his.

The kiss ends, but you stay close to him, resting your forehead against his.

"I'm gonna have a hard time tonight," you warn, your entire body trembling with the emotional aftershock of your confrontation. Once the adrenaline wears off it'll be even worse.

"I know," he whispers, kissing your nose lightly, "it's okay. I'd be more worried if it wasn't."

He goes to pull away so he can start the drive home, his protectiveness ever pushing him to get you to a safe place, but you stop him. You place both hands on his face to bring him back to you, kissing him softly again. You open your eyes, meeting the vivid green of his, and you fall even more in love with him.

"Thank you. For keeping me safe."

"I'd do anything for you."

He says it so simply. So factually. He leans forward to kiss you once more, then finally tears makes himself pull away so he can start the car.

As Eren starts the drive down the sleepy residential street, he keeps one hand on your knee, making smoothing circles on your skin. You grab his hand and bring it to your mouth, kissing his loving fingers, before setting it down again.

"I love you so much," you say.

"Love you more," he answers.

*******

And that night is bad.

The hurt sets in and pulls you under. Your self-esteem, already so fragile, seems to break apart from under you. You feel meaningless and empty.

That's what happens when the people who're supposed to love you the most reduce you to a shell of a person. When they work tirelessly to smother every part of what makes you you. When they dampen that fire that keeps you going, gives you purpose.

It's what they've been doing all your life.

But now you have Eren.

The darkness doesn't feel as all encompassing as it has before. He doesn't let you isolate yourself, knowing it's your self-destructive instinct to do so. Eren keeps you close to him, the best comfort there could possibly be.

He gets you out of the clothes you trapped yourself in to impress them, getting you into a hot shower with him so he can wash your hair for you. He holds you close under the hot stream of water, kissing every inch of your skin he can reach.

Afterwards, Eren dresses you in the most comfortable clothes he can think of. The ones he's seen you happiest in. It just so happens to be one of his t-shirts and a clean, comfortable pair of underwear.

Eren doesn't think he's ever seen you more beautiful.

He curls up with you on the couch, turning on your favorite comfort show to try and distract you. He holds you as close as he can, enveloping you in gentle touches and soft words.

You don't have the words to process everything that happens tonight. Eren doesn't expect you to. He just holds you, showing you how much he loves you. How much he values you. How he can't live without you.

As you climb into bed with him that night, Eren sees you poking at your belly, mouth twisting in distaste.

He reads you better than anyone in the world. Even in the darkness of your bedroom, he can feel how unhappy you are. He can practically hear the hurtful words you hurl at yourself in your head.

So he rolls on top of you, settling himself so you're nose to nose. You look up at him with big eyes, and Eren can't help but smile. He leans down and kisses you.

"You're so gorgeous, y'know that?"

You roll your eyes, and you open your mouth, ready to brush off his statement. But he keeps going.

"I'm so serious," he says with a laugh, "I can't even pick which part of you I love the most."

He bends down to kiss you again, his unbound brown strands acting as a curtain for both of you.

"There's this part," he murmurs as he kisses you again.

"Then there's this part," he whispers, bending down farther to kiss your neck. You sigh, reaching up to weave your fingers through his soft hair.

He presses an open mouthed kiss to your collar bone, whispering against your skin. You can't even process what he's saying anymore. The way he kisses you is enough to make every thought leave your brain.

Then somehow he's slithered down to where his face is level with your stomach. You pull it in self-consciously, trying to tug him back up to eye level, but he stubbornly stays right where he is.

"Now right here," he murmurs huskily as he lifts your shirt, "is my absolutely favorite part of you, pretty girl."

Eren's not lying. He's shown how much he loves your tummy before. He wraps his long fingers around your waist on either side, dipping his head to kiss the soft skin he loves so much.

You simply lay back and let him love you, tired of fighting it tonight. You revel in the way he adores you so honestly, so openly, so unconditionally.

Both of you know it'll never be easy, not with your histories. But Eren showed tonight that he's willing to march into battle for you to keep you safe, to prove to you how important you are.

You love him. He loves you. Even when your family makes you doubt your worth, that'll never change.

***

Writing this was like therapy. Hope it was okay <3

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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Hi! I love you posts! I was wondering if you could do pregnancy prompt “she’s lost a lot of blood in there” with joe keery?

Scared - J.K

left you on a cliffhanger sorry 😭 i hope you all enjoy this imagine. it took me a while to write but i’m getting to the requests as quickly as i can. have a lovely day loves <3

part two

you were 9 months pregnant. you had never been more excited about something in your whole life. you had created a life, a human being. your body had definitely changed to how it was before but you were always so proud of the marks your baby had given you. you were sat on the sofa, Joe had gone to buy some McDonald's for you because you were craving a double cheese burger and a chocolate milkshake.

for the past three days you had been having Braxton Hicks. they were very painful but you were pulling through. because you were passed your due date and you just wanted the baby out of you. with the Braxton Hicks still going, you were wondering if they had turned into actual contractions. with Joe gone, the stress of the 'braxton hicks' made you hyperventilate. you were in pain the whole time you were sat in the sofa, you tried your best to time the contractions and they were getting closer together. you got up as fast as you could and phoned Joe. each contraction coming quicker and harsher with each one. the contractions felt completely different to the Braxton Hicks and they were so much more painful.

you phoned Joe and he answered on the third ring. "Joe. i'm hyperventilating, i can't breathe" you said between tears. you don't know what came over your, it just started to happen. "y/n? baby calm down. take a deep breathe okay? tell me what's happening" he said, trying to sound as calm as possible. you walked into the kitchen and sat on the stool that was near the island. "i- i just can't do it. i know i'm having contractions a-and they hurt so much" you said, sobbing. "wait you're in labour now? i'm on my way home, give me five minutes i'm just coming up the road. take a deep breathe okay? i'm almost there love." he said, you sighed and tried to calm down and whispered a small 'okay' before ending the call. you were still sat in the chair, trying to calm down your breathing. you still had tears rolling down your face but you knew that was only because of the pain, not because of the anxiety attack. you also were timing the contractions in your phone stop watch- 5 minutes apart.

you heard the front door open and then slam shut. Joe ran through the house. he walked into the kitchen, set down the food and then came back round to you. you lifted your head from your arm and looked up at him. he sighed and helped you up, pulling you into his harms for a hug. "you doing okay, how many minutes apart are they?" he said, rocking your bodies slightly and he kissed your forehead. "five minutes. they are so painful Joe. but i don't know why i started hyperventilating, it just came over me" you said, tears still falling down your face. Joe wiped them away, trying to calm you down. "you know, you are already doing so amazing and they aren't even here yet?" he said, pulling your face to look at him. you smiled a bit before you rested your head in his chest, another contraction coming.

suddenly you felt a gush of water fall out of you. you gasped and pulled out of the hug. the contraction was so strong it broke your waters. Joe looked at you, wide eyed. he grabbed your hand and helped you up the stairs. you changed into joggers, with the help of Joe and walked back downstairs, Joe helped you put on your shoes and helped you up before walking out to the car. the baby bag and car seat was already in the car so that was two things you didn't worry about. you and Joe had to stop from a contraction. you breathed deeply, trying to ignore the pain you were undergoing. “you are doing so well love.” he said, putting a hand on your bump, you put your hand on top of his and stood silent for a minute. after the contraction went, you both carried on walking to the car and Joe helped you get in.

the drive to the hospital was filled with pants, screams and moans as contractions came closer. you guys arrived at the hospital ten minutes later. Joe was just pushing the speed limit, trying to get to the hospital as fast as you could. you finally arrived at the hospital and Joe helped you get out of the car. he got the bags as well then we walked into the hospital, a few midwives rushing to you as you screamed in agony. you guys were placed into your own private room, there was a work out ball, you were given a gown to change into which Joe helped you put on in the bathroom and after you finished you walked back into the room and got into the bed with the help of Joe and the midwife. she put the feral monitor on your stomach and checked your contractions and the babies heart beat.

with each contraction, Joe was comforting you. he had been your biggest support throughout your pregnancy and you loved him. after being in the hospital for three hours, it was finally time to push. your family and Joe’s family were all in the waiting room, anticipation and tension filled the room as they waited for their grandchild to be born. once the doctors and midwives were in the room, you started pushing. the pain you were going through was excruciating. “oh god. it hurts so bad” you said, the doctors had told you to stop pushing for a minute so you could breathe and you decided to finally speak up. “i know baby, but look how well you’re doing! you are pushing out a whole human and you are doing incredible” Joe said, replying to you. he kissed your forehead and held your hands. you kept on pushing for about ten minutes before the baby finally decided to come out.

“and it is a beautiful baby girl. congratulations” you heard the midwife say as she placed the baby on your chest. you and Joe both had tears running down your face. “oh my god. a baby girl. i’m so happy” you heard Joe say. “you did so amazing baby, i’m so proud of you” he carried on, kissing your lips and then the babies forehead. you didn’t feel right. the lee was just something wrong with you and you couldn’t put my finger on it. “y/n, you okay? you’ve gone really pale” you heard Joe say as he looked at your face. “i really don’t feel right Joe. can you get the doctor” you said, shifting in the bed. the midwife and doctor came, the midwife took the baby off of your chest and took her into the backroom where they were weighing her.

the doctor looked under the covers and saw you bleeding too much. way more than any normal woman should. the doctor looked up from the sheet and ushered Joe out of the room. “excuse me, what’s going on? you can’t just pull me away from my girlfriend.” Joe said as he was shoved outside. “she’s losing a lot of blood. she needs to be taken to surgery.” the doctor said, closing the door on Joe. he started getting anxious. he walked to the waiting room with a scared expression on his face. both families got up with excited expressions on their faces. “whats the gender? how’s y/n? how did she do with pushing” he heard your mum say. their faces fell when he started crying. “she’s lost a lot of blood in there” he said, his mum instantly running to him. he didn’t know what to do. his baby had just been born, healthy. but his girlfriend was in there fighting for her life. he was torn.

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variety-fangirl · 2 years

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Collateral / Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Part 1 here

Summary: After Barry used you as collateral for Rafe's drugs, you decided to take some time away from Rafe. Rafe couldn't handle being away from you for so long and lost it, resulting in Topper contacting you to help calm Rafe down.

Warnings: drinking, angry Rafe, destruction, etc... lmk if I missed anything.

Author's note: Here's part 2 my lovelies! I hope you love it! Please like, reblog, and comment so I can gain feedback on how I'm doing. Thank you. Sorry, it took long, had a busy couple of days.

Word count: 3.4k

You hadn't spoken to Rafe properly in about a week and three days, needing the time to clear your head. Rafe had called a few days ago to ask if you were okay and were planning to come back to him but you didn't have a definitive answer that would please him. You were taking this time to really think about your relationship as a whole and whether you could withstand any more of Rafe's addiction. You hadn't quite realised how much it had affected you and taken a toll on your wellbeing, needing to focus on yourself for a little bit. You just wanted two weeks to yourself, before getting the confidence to see Rafe again. You had been spending time with your friends, going out for lunch and spending time with your family. But your mind remained clouded with the love you had for Rafe, your heart yearning for him.

Two of your best friends came over to keep your company, wanting to see how you were feeling about Rafe. You all sat on your balcony, a small sofa and chair set out there. You sighed, a glass of wine in hand and looked out at the beautiful view. "I honestly have no idea, my head is telling me to think about all the stress and trouble he's caused, yet my heart misses him. I keep thinking about all the amazing, loving, intimate times we had together and how much we love each other. I don't deny for a second that he loves me but how much can I put up with?" You huffed sadly, wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort. Kelly, your tanned brown-headed friend looks at you with her brown eyes, "I know for a fact that boy is head over heels in love with you, but I know how much pain he has caused you. I suppose a good question is, can you see yourself having a future without him? and if you can, does it upset you?" she questioned, taking a sip from her own drink.

"Kels is right, are you going to regret not making it work? that's what you need to ask yourself. Of course, I don't want to see you hurt but I can't help but be on team Rafe. I've never seen you happier when things are good with you guys." Jennifer shrugged, always having like Rafe and you together. Jennifer's blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, her eyes twinkling at you with curiosity. "UGHH, I have no idea. And that's the problem, I need to figure it out. I thoughts two weeks would be enough but I'm reaching that point and it's not made things any clearer." you admitted, a pout forming. Your two friends laughed at you, "sorry babe, we can't help you with this one. This is a solo battle." Kelly watched as you huffed to yourself, feeling sadness for you being in such a difficult position.

Eventually, the two left, leaving you to your own thoughts once again. You moved inside, closed the balcony door behind you and sat on your bed. You continued to sip your wine, opting to put a show on to watch. You flicked through Netflix and found something that piqued your interest. You weren't really paying attention, you just wanted some background noise to distract yourself. It helped to distract you for a while, interesting for about two episodes. You stared mindlessly at the TV, thoughts of Rafe filling your mind. You groaned, wondering how he was doing and what he was up to. Was he with someone else? Had he already moved on? Oh... the image of him with some gorgeous blonde model-like woman filled your head, making you feel jealous. You sighed, pausing the show and decided to take a shower. It was already 9:30 pm by this point now.

You made your way into your ensuite bathroom and turned on the shower. You stripped your clothing and got in the shower, feeling the hot water run down your head to your body. You leant your backward and let the water run through your hair, helping to relax you. The hot water melted all your stress away, helping to fully distract your mind for a while. You washed your hair with your favourite shampoo and conditioner and scrubbed your body clean with your favourite scent. You took your time, the hot water did wonders for your stress and worries. Once you were finally done and felt clean, you stepped out and wrapped a towel in your hair and on your body. You brushed your teeth and for a little extra treat to make yourself feel better, you did a little skincare routine for your face. You used your favourite body moisturiser and got dressed into a pair of sweats and a pyjama top.

You got into bed feeling better, your worries had left temporarily. You cuddled into bed, letting your damp hair air-dry. You continued to watch the show from before, allowing your mind to fully focus on it and pay attention to what was happening. You had fallen asleep at some point through the show, only becoming aware of this when you were woken up by your phone ringing next to you. You groaned and paused the TV, looking at the caller ID. You frowned, Topper's name appearing on the screen. You and Topper were friendly, having hung out a few times at parties or at Tannyhill with Rafe and Kelce. You answered, placing the phone to your ear. You tiredly rubbed your eyes, "hello?" you yawned out, hearing commotion on the other end. Topper sighed, "y/n I'm sorry to call you this late but we have a situation here. Rafe! Calm down! Fuck sake!" Topper yelled in frustration, immediately catching your attention.

You sat up in bed at the mention of Rafe's name, why did he need to calm down? What was he doing? "Topper?" You asked, feeling nerves settle in your stomach. "I'm sorry y/n, Rafe's freaking the fuck out. He got really drunk and is emotional. He's screaming, throwing shit, crying. He keeps mentioning your name, no one can calm him down." Topper huffed, seeming to feel bad for calling to ask for your help. You debated for a moment, wondering whether going was a good idea. You were about to say no when you heard Rafe yell and something smashing, "Text me the address, I'll come straight away." You heard Topper breathe heavily, "I'll send it straight away, we aren't far. Thank you. Rafe! Stop-" The call ended suddenly, making you worry about what Rafe was doing. The thought of doing something stupid and hurting himself or others entered your mind, making you feel panicked.

You got out of bed and slipped on a pair of converse, tying your hair into a messy bun. Grabbing your car keys and a loose grey zip-up jacket, you made your way downstairs. You knew your family would be upstairs in bed by this point, so you didn't stress about explaining where you were going. You text your parents, letting them know that you went on a drive to clear your head. At least they wouldn't worry if they found your bed empty. Topper texted you the address of where they were, knowing where it was, you placed your phone in your pocket and drove there. It only took fifteen minutes, luckily finding a spot close by to park. The second you got out of your car, you could hear yelling and smashing. You gulped and made your way to the noise. You saw Topper, Kelce, and Rafe come into view, your heart beating faster.

You watched as Rafe kicked a bin that was nearby, the contents going everywhere on the floor. Tears were running down his face and he looked broken. His hair was dishevelled from pulling and running his hand through, loose pieces falling onto his face. It pained your heart to see him this way, so defeated and hurt. "Top." You announced to the blonde-headed boy, alerting him to your presence. He turned to look at you, a look of relief on his face. Kelce looked at you with a small smile, seemingly also relieved for you being there. "He won't stop y/n, he's having a meltdown." Topper rubbed his face tiredly, you felt bad for the two. You placed your hand on Topper's arm, "I got this, you guys go." You nodded to the pair, Kelce was easily convinced. Topper looked at you with concern, "You sure?" he asked wearily.

"Yeah, I'm sure." You nodded, reassuring him that it was okay to leave. Topper sighed and nodded, both boys walking away. You turned your attention to Rafe, who somehow had no idea you were there. You walked over slowly, "Rafe." You called lightly, hoping not to piss him off. His eyes went wide as he turned, almost not believing you were there in front of him. He pushed his hair back out of his face, allowing you to fully see his tear-stained cheeks. You walked towards him, hoping he had somewhat calmed down. "What's going on?" You whispered, tears pricking your vision. He grabbed your face and pulled your forehead against his, his breathing heavy. The smell of liquor fanning across your face with each deep breath he took, the feeling of him touching you made your skin tingle.

"I can't do it y/n, I can't be without you. Nothing makes sense without you, I've never felt so lost." He whispered, his hands trembling as they held you. You felt the tears fall as you pulled back from his forehead and stared at him, "why are you screaming and throwing stuff?" you questioned, staring at him with concern. He huffs, "because I'm fed up of fucking up all the time, it made me lose the best thing I had ever had." He pulls away from you, making your skin feel cold. You sigh, "okay, c'mon. We'll talk about this tomorrow when you're sober. This isn't a conversation to have while one party is drunk." You reached for him, pulling him towards your car. He complied, not bothering to fight you.

You helped Rafe into the passenger seat, buckling his belt for him. He looked up at you as you did so, a look of sadness and adoration in his eyes. You closed his door and made your way around, releasing a sigh as you did. You got in and made the short journey to his house, silence filling the car. Rafe's eyes stared at you the whole ride, his head leaning against the seat. It made you feel extremely nervous, he looked at you with such love yet it was tainted by his sadness. Pulling into the driveway of Tannyhill, you got out and helped Rafe out. His arm wrapped around your waist, half for balance and half for just getting to touch you in some way. You didn't move away or tell him to stop, having craved his touch for a week.

Everyone was either in bed or out, so it was quite easy to slip inside without questions. You led Rafe slowly and carefully upstairs, trying not to make too much noise. Finally reaching Rafe's room uneventfully, you opened his door and led him in. You closed the door with your foot and helped him to the bed. He struggled to remove his clothes, falling over as he did so. You sighed and grabbed the bottom of his shirt with shaky hands. You slowly lifted him off him, throwing it on the floor for now. You helped to pull down his jeans, avoiding looking at his crotch. He watched you with slightly wide eyes, his skin tingled in each place that your skin touched. You helped him under the duvet, "give me a call tomorrow when you feel up to talking okay?" You spoke lightly, almost scared of what the talk would mean.

You were about to turn around to collect his clothes to put in the hamper when your wrist was grabbed, Rafe stopping you from walking away. You turned to him confused, "stay." He whispered, stroking the skin of your wrist with his thumb. "Rafe I don-" you were interrupted, "please. Just stay." He almost begged, his voice raspy from all the screaming. You sighed and nodded, your skin itching to be held by him. The thought of sharing a bed with him again had your heart soaring with happiness, "okay." You nodded, removing your hoodie and placing it on the floor. Rafe lifted the duvet for you, you got under the covers and faced the opposite direction of him.

You got yourself comfortable, Rafe was facing your back. You felt his hand reach to hold your waist but pull back at the last second, a sigh releasing him. "Thank you," Rafe whispered into your neck, the small hairs standing up. You inhaled sharply, "it's okay." You whispered back, feeling his breath fanning the exposed skin of your neck. You snuggled into the bed, preparing to go to sleep. Your thoughts were running wild, but you decided to block them out and deal with everything tomorrow. You were starting to drift off slowly after some time, hearing Rafe's breathing slow down. You assumed he was asleep until you felt him shift towards you. His front pressed against your back, his arm snaking around your waist. "I love you." He whispered, assuming you were asleep. You couldn't help a small smile escape, not moving or saying anything. I love you too, you thought as you began drifting off.

The sun streamed in through the window, gracing the room with sunshine. You stirred at the intrusion, frowning at the brightness. You opened your eyes slowly, allowing them to adjust to the light. After two minutes of allowing yourself to come to, you realised Rafe was cuddling you still so tightly. Like he was afraid that if he let you go, you'd disappear. You smiled, happy to be close to him once more but then you remembered the talk you needed to have. You sighed and just decided to enjoy the feel of his arms around you for now. You closed your eyes for a bit, snuggling further into Rafe's warm body. You gently pulled Rafe's arm tighter around your waist without waking him and placing your hand on top of his.

After ten minutes, Rafe began to stir. You felt him sit up slightly, feeling his eyes peering down at you. You kept your eyes shut, curious as to what he would do. You felt his hand stroke your face, tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ear. Your skin tingled from his touch, your stomach fluttering with joy. You opened your eyes, starting up at him with a small smile. His eyes widened and he pulled away, disappointment spreading through you at the absence of his touch. "Morning." You turned to face him, still snuggled in the bed. The sheets smelt like him, his spray having rubbed on the material and left behind traces. It was heaven.

"Morning, I'm sorry about that. I'm used to cuddling you in my sleep." He mumbled, looking down at his hands. You smiled, "it's fine, don't worry about it. Shall we have breakfast, we need to talk?" You asked, biting your lip nervously. You wanted him back so badly but could you trust him again? You were unsure. You always placed a lot of trust in Rafe. What happened with Barry woke you up, making you realise that that was not the life you wanted for yourself. You want a life with Rafe but not with his lifestyle, you knew he couldn't just cut it off straight away but if he could start making the right choices, you would consider taking him back. He nodded, "yeah, let's go." He got dressed comfortably and you both made your way downstairs.

Breakfast was made, you both had something simple as you weren't feeling hungry. The nerves of having this conversation were causing you to lose your appetite slightly. You had mostly sat in silence, both stealing small glances up at one another from opposite now and again. Rafe was the first to break the silence, "how bad was I last night?" You looked up at him, he was already looking at you expectantly. "Umm... You were angry, shouting a lot, you said a lot of things, and you wouldn't calm down." You mumbled, finishing your toast and placing both of your plates in the sink to wash. You started washing the dishes as Rafe continued, "how did you end up there?" He questioned with furrowed brows.

"Topper rang me, you were apparently yelling my name. You wouldn't calm down for Top or Kelce, so Topper asked if I would come and help, so I did." You explained, putting the washes dishes to the side. He seemed to be taking the information in, you swore if you could look into his brain you would see the cogs turning. "Let's go to the living room, we'll talk more there." He nodded, following you to the seating area. You both took a seat, not far from each other. Your knees were barely touching, and neither of you was willing to move. "I'm sorry about how I acted last night, you didn't deserve to deal with that." He grumbled, putting his head in his hands ashamed. You placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly, "it's okay, I was happy to come and help. What was going through your head to get that drunk?" You wondered, you hadn't seen him quite that drunk in a long time.

He sighed and released his head, "I was thinking about you and how I'd fucked up so badly by losing you. I hated myself for putting you in that position with Barry, that should never have happened. I don't feel sorry for many things that happen in my life or because of me but I feel sorry for that, you deserve better." He mumbled the last part, seeming to hate saying the last part. You sighed, "I don't want better Rafe, I want you. I just can't be around that lifestyle for the rest of my life. If you can prove to me that you're willing to change, then I'd be happy to give this another go. I know that it's not going to be a miracle and that it will take time but so long as I can see you making those changes, then we can work through it together." He looked at you with such surprise, his eyes wider than saucers. His mouth formed an 'o' as if he couldn't believe that you would stay after that.

You saw tears form in his eyes, "you're one of the only people who seem to stay by my side no matter what. Even after what happened, you're still willing to be with me?" He questioned in shock, the tears falling. You smiled sadly, " I haven't been with you for years to just give up on us Rafe, I'm still just as in love with you now as I was three years ago. You're my everything, and I can't see my life without you in it." You felt tears begin pooling in your eyes, your friend had been right. The thought of having a future without him pained you, letting you know everything. Rafe scooted forwards, wanting to be close to you. "I fucking love you." his lips came crashing down on yours with so much passion and force that you felt the air almost get knocked out of you. Your hands grabbed the back of his neck and tangled through his hair, a groan escaping Rafe as you lightly pulled his hair.

The kiss deepened, Rafe's hands gripping your shirt tightly, pulling you closer to him. A small moan escaped you as Rafe slipped his tongue inside your mouth slightly, things quickly becoming heated. You were about to straddle him when you heard someone walking in your direction, causing you to pull away. Rafe chased your lips as you moved away which made you giggle, Sarah walked past and looked in your direction. She smiled widely, "thank god! Now Rafe can stop sulking around the house like a child." she smirked and made her way towards the door.

You smiled at the confession, "fuck you, Sarah!" He called with a glare, she just laughed in response from afar. You were suddenly lifted from the sofa, a squeal of surprise leaving you when you were flipped upside down. Rafe had you swung over his shoulder, "time for me to show you just how much I missed you." you could hear the smirk in his tone. He slapped your ass which made you squeal once again, you were in for a long night.

#obx #y/n #fluff #angst #outer banks #obx imagine #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe outer banks #rafe obx #rafe cameron #drunk rafe

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trash-monkey · 10 months

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Polychromatic

Chapter 2

The meeting I had with the nightclub owner along with his upper boss and the other important members last Saturday been stuck in my mind the whole week as it distracted me from my day job as the librarian assistant at the public library, something about them seems familiar but I just can't put my tongue on it. The week crawled by slowly with my nerves being eaten alive about the up coming meeting but I still turned up at the club like usual sitting back on the couch selling the regular drugs while listening to the gossip of the people lunging around me, the taller man from last Saturday strolls up to me with a smirk.

"He wants to see you." He simply said before making his way back to the VIP lounge with me following behind and once at the top of the stairs the man quickly got behind me to put his hands onto my shoulders in a tight grip, he leads me to a arm chair where he forced me to sit in it where he stands behind me like last time and at the corner of my eyes I can see the club owner also moved to stand behind me. Across the slick black coffee table sits the white haired man with a feet on the edge so he could prop up his arm and his dark eyes peering into my glass covered ones.

"I have come to a decision after Sanzu...." He gestures to the pink mullet man that took my drugs last time sitting on the chair next to him cleaning a beautiful Katana.

"Tested the drugs you had and the results where good, very good. Because of this I want you to work for me." He leans forward in his seat so I did the same after writing my conditions down and slid the pad to him over the table.

~ These are my conditions if you want me to work for you; 1.) I stay anonymous to anyone in the organization except the people in this room 2.) Only three people of my choosing get to know where I live so they can pick up my deliveries on Saturdays instead of having me come to the club and 3.) I get to keep my day job at the library along with my apartment~

He reads it over before finally questioning my lack of speech and slip the pad back over.

~personal but even if I'm tortured no one will learn anything, also how much you want?~

He humm at this new info that only solidify his decision dispit my conditions along with the three of his members attention captivated on me though they're doing great at not showing it but they all worked together enough to tell before telling me the amount he wants, being the leader of a criminal organization he has the duty to keep business going and the safety of his people so he already looked into my files along with knowing my ABO.

"I agree to your conditions and to stay anonymous then you must not tell anyone that you're associated with us." He stands from the seat and turn his head to Sanzu as he speaks to him.

"Get him acquainted to the executives before taking him home." He turns back to me and asked who I pick to know where I live, with a few seconds to think I point to the two behind me and Sanzu, not knowing the relationship the three have causing him to smirk and nod at my choice before going to sit in his dark corner.

"Ran Haitani and this is my younger brother Rindou." The tall man confirms my theory of them being related and continues on pointing out each executive in the VIP lounge before grabbing a random drink off the waitress tray that appeared and shoved it into my hand which I give a nod in return but only got a few sips down when Sanzu stands from his chair once done polishing his katana.

"Come on, I got shit to do." I set the glass down and head out to the clubs parking lot to my car with the three following behind, with Ran in the passenger seat he messes with the radio but not finding any so he turns it back off and put his attention on his phone until I arrive at the flat complex I live at. Lucky I had made it a habit to get rid of my Alpha phenomenons in the flat before doing my Saturday usuals in case I bring guests home and become of my unique ability I can't let anyone know of it while trying my best keep my dealer life from my day life. I gesture to the living room as if saying make yourself at home before going to my secret room after making sure the three will stay in the living room, with skillfully hands and speed I packaged the amount the boss wanted of everything I had which I disguised as an unexpected package in the mail. Once the room is hidden again I reappear in the living room where I lay the package down on the glass coffee table to slid it over to Sanzu which he quickly grabbed it and sits a thick envelope in it's place, as soon as they were here they're gone as quick which I give a sigh in relief knowing in time I'll get use to their presence in my home.

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paola, my love, my light, i'm a little late today (did he say at one in the morning), but i couldn't stop thinking about you the entire day 🥺🌷

my sister and her man dragged me out to ikea and i couldn't stop thinking about heading out to italy or our -so far imaginary- bus drive and the casual touches, and, like, just picturing the whole slipping hands in pockets and resting heads on shoulders while looking at the exhibitions and just being relaxed and comfortable with each other, and i'm just maybe a very tiny bit sappy about it okay, and, well, you brought up being a period-husband, so, it's on you, really, but, catch this-

i'll come down to italy first thing, snatch you out of town, quick wedding - as number one stan we might have to work out the logistics of how @gallawitchxx's going to be able to attend - and then, then the life starts, we'll buy ourselves some nice old farm, with acres of fields and/or pastures and a barn, and we'll have our own herd of sheep flocked in with some cows, and we can't forget about our dear cats, and if you want to maybe we could have our own little garden, too? and a bee hive (maybe i'll even admit this is me trying to be punny)? and when i come home from working the fields and tending to the herd we kiss hello on the porch or you come and pick me up because i've forgotten the time once again and the sun's already setting, but instead of rushing home we'll take a little walk through our pastures, just holding hands and talking about our days or just silently enjoying the scenery and each other's company, or i'll proudly show you our crops 🌾 or, or we'll just have dinner out on the pasture between the sheep, and some of them will join us and try to nibble on the edges of our blankets and we'll tell their silly assess off, but we'll also grin and laugh through it - and on occasion we just drive out to the beach (or maybe it's even in walking distance, who knows, let's amp up the sappiness even more), just watching the waves roll by, or maybe we get silly ourselves, leaving our shoes in the sand and playing catch in the shallow water until we're more or less soaking wet but laughing like little kids, and when we're finally home we enjoy dinner together, whatever it might be any given day, i'm flexible, until we snuggle up on the couch or, if it's a particularly draining day, in bed, just exchanging silent whispers of what makes the other loveable and it's just ... a home full of warmth and love, okay 🥺🌷🌼

to be fair, i gotta warn you, you'll probably have to console me every time we'll have to sell some of the calves or the lambs because the herd's getting too big or when we'll have to put them down due to age or being sick 🥺😭

(absolutely not written to make you all warm and fuzzy and maybe blush or to indulge any shipping anons, obviously- *cough* hope you sleep tight and cozy and have the best of dreams tonight 😌💙🌼)

my dear nosho, i’m sorry it took so long for me to answer but to be completely honest with you i think this ask deserves to be framed and admired and treasured rather than answered to because any addition to it would be absolutely superfluous and redundant. i think you said everything already and perfectly so 😌

i’ll say this: how does it feel to be the sweetest person on the planet? giving me something so warm and endearing to think about all day and all night? i bet even that shipping anon would thank you for having that big, beautiful, gentle brain of yours because this isn’t just indulgent to them, it’s adding fuel to the fire (and i bet they love it eheh) (and by them i also mean me. i love it. so much)

i’m usually a talkative little lad but you left me speechless and that’s saying something. i don’t have much to add except know i’ve been rereading this nonstop and it never fails to bring me so much happiness and that if we don’t start on our bus drive and its derivatives asap i will pout forever

just….ugh!! i love you so much. the world (including me!!) doesn’t deserve you 💙🌷🌾

#you guys aren’t ready for my hubby’s sweetness on this fine tuesday #🥺💙🌷#daily hubby my beloved 💙#daily serotonin my beloved more like #creepervellous 🌷🌼#💙💙💙💙#ask

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regarding-stories · 1 year

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When the books are even better: "Bottom-Tier Character Tomozaki"

A few days I posted an article claiming the anime series for Bottom-Tier Character Tomozaki was great. It covers the first three volumes of the light novel series. I was itching to go on. So I checked out the books - after finally finding a store willing to sell them to me digitally. (Capitalism these days is broken. I give you money, you give me convenience. Is that so hard? Sheesh.)

So I breezed through volumes 4-7 since day before yesterday.

The writing is that good. The characters are richer. It had me hooked the whole time. I didn't even sleep that well...

Some spoilers will be necessary, but I'll try not to give everything away. You really should read these books.

What an anime can't transport

One of the funniest things in the books is how Tomozaki describes Kukuchi-san, the girl he started meeting and bonding over her interest in books and writing. Meeting her seems to be an outright spiritual experience for him. It's a bit much, but somehow it endeared me a lot. How could you possible put that scene-setting into an anime?

You can't.

Someone on reddit had asked why fans of the books were so much more emphatic about Fuuta Kukuchi than people who only knew the anime. It's because her character is hard to transport.

And yes. She's shy. She hides her rich inner life. I find such female characters endlessly enthralling and empathize with them. I regret nothing.

But there's more to Kikuchi-san. She's a fully defined person - a person with a place she starts from, a character arc she struggles with, somebody who interacts with others to find her own place in life and not simply by somebody's side. The way her relationship with Tomozaki evolves in Volume 7 is beautiful and deep and works on several levels, including the novel and play she is writing. Given the many layers the story already has, this is nothing but astounding.

She's Tomozaki's guide and Tomozaki is hers. This is the second such dynamic he finds himself in after Hinami, his "game of life" sensei.

Challenging if you feel it

At the end of of Volume 7 I felt a deep sense of gratitude and appreciation for how the story evolved and climaxed. Every character in it was needed. Whether it's Hinami, Kikuchi, Tomozaki, or Mimimi - they all have my heart.

It was a dynamic where someone I treasured was going to be hurt, and I was bracing myself.

I was kind of anxious for that - how the heightened romantic situation would resolve. I was bracing myself for impact, knowing how badly I took such a choice in The Quintessential Quintuplets. Because again I love all of them!

But this is what separates the true masters from the rest. The situation honored everybody's feelings. And it was fair to all. The resolution of the romantic tension built over Volumes 6 and 7 wasn't random, and the characters impacted weren't clueless. And the stakes also hadn't been put so terribly high, either.

I will not spoil it, but these two volumes together tell a fascinating story with a wonderful resolution, rewarding ups and downs, and a lot of heart and soul.

It's funny that this series wasn't that romantic to begin with - but when it revved up its soul train, it turned it up to 11. How's that for an eclectic metaphor?

Characters and truths

What also was very rewarding - and a tad challenging - were all the truth bombs characters dropped in the author's stead. Yuuki Yaku seems to have a lot to say about what matters in life. But even more about the impact low self esteem and self-denigration has on oneself and on others. You may find it profound or not. But it hit home.

A lot of characters get love in these stories. If you want to learn more about Tama-Hanabi, be prepared to see her at the center of her own volume. If you never get enough of the lively Mimimi, brace yourself for more contrast. If you want to see behind Hinami's curtains a bit more, you'll be teased mercilessly. And if Mizusawa is not speaking deep truth, he's the slick charmer he ever was. Heck, even Nakamura lets slip once in a while.

What I wasn't prepared for was how much I would also love puppy-dumb dude-bro Takei. Never change. (He gets that a lot.)

The series has several strengths. It grows its cast and its cast grows. As Tomozaki "levels up," so does his impact on the world around him. But more importantly - he's not just getting somewhere. In the process he finds himself - something Hinami can obviously not teach him. The story takes on soul after initially being bathed in purely mental brilliance. And it manages to transport complex social situations and a lot of interactions.

I have to read some more. Just a bit.

#bottom tier character tomozaki #anime series #light novels #shy female introvert #high school anime

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spacebarnes · 3 years

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TOM AND Y/N BEING A GOOFY AND ADORABLE COUPLE FOR EIGHT MINUTES STRAIGHT.

SUMMARY: when a video has your name, it catches your full attention.

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: none, just fluff.

A/N: I saw this on youtube and immediately knew I had to do it with some of my favs, so this came out! I want to do it with Sebastian and even with some more, tell me if you want me to do it with someone! as I always say, english is not my first language so I hope this is good! take care of yourself pls! (not my gif)

the sun was beginning to disappear and the last rays of it filtered through the thin white curtains that the apartment had. it was a warm day, but it was beginning to get dark and the cold wind was beginning to appear.

Tom was on the Spider-Man 3 set and you were sitting on the couch with a big black blanket, a bag of jelly beans and the remote control in your hand pressing buttons while you were looking for what to watch on YouTube. a video appeared with the title "Tom and Y / N being a goofy and adorable couple for eight minutes straight." and without a doubt, you said to put it.

the first clip was a instastorie which was recorded by Chris Hemsworth on the set of Infinity War. first Chris's face would appear and then the camera would flip over to show Tom and you sitting side by side laughing at something that was showing up on your phone.

"what are you doing?" Mark Ruffalo's voice was heard from the side of the camera.

"I'm recording teenage love." Chris said and with his fingers he zoomed in on the screen making the camera get closer to you two. "teenage love, teenage love." he began to say the words with some melody, creating a rhythm.

°•

"stop recording me, Tom." you said while applying a little gloss to your lips, you had seen by the reflection of the mirror that Tom was recording.

"i can't, you look so gorgeous." he said without stopping recording, then he stood by your side and I wait for you to finish applying the gloss.

you closed the small container and settled down next to him, feeling how he passed his free hand around your waist. "damn, we look good." when you put your direct view in the mirror, you could see how good you two looked. Tom wore a black suit and a sky blue tie that matched your dress, while you carried a small bag and black heels to match it.

"we do, we do." agreed with you without stopping recording. "'key, let's do a little dance, go!" this took you by surprise and you made the first move that came to your mind, which was to clench your two fists and make circles with them at the height of your shoulders.

after a few seconds, the two of you started laughing and that story was posted on your boyfriend's instagram.

°•

since the quarantine had begun, the activity that the two of you did most was listening to new artists to discover new music.

Permanent Vacation by 5 Seconds Of Summer played in the background as you two danced and jumped non-stop. the smiles were not erased from your faces and that was a moment when everyone could tell that they were soulmates.

in a slip, you slipped and fell straight to the floor, causing Tom to stop dancing to quickly check if you were okay. "darling, are you okay?" He knelt before you and took your hand. "you are so dumb." he said with a smile as he helped you stand up.

"excuse me?"

°•

"so do you have any tradition with your family for Christmas?" Jimmy asked, putting his mug on his desk.

"with my family no, but with [Y/N] i do." when he answered and your name was named, the crowd started to make noise. "we wake up and the first thing that we do it's bake cakes." he said simply and a small smile formed on his face.

"cakes? tell us more." the interviewer encouraged him.

"so, we bake two cakes, one for the dinner with the family and other just for us." he explained with hand movements. "then we decorate it and finally we sit down to watch The Grinch while we eat the cake." the smile on his face grew bigger when he heard the "aw" from the entire audience.

"that's really sweet and sounds fun." Jimmy told him with a smile.

°•

the countless interviews Tom had to do since Spider-Man: Far From Home came out kept the two of you apart. actually now he was playing with his cast friends and he wasn't doing an interview, but there was a surprise for him.

you felt nervous after not having seen him for a few months, because even though they lived together, you had to fly to Canada to be with your family and not feel alone while he was filming.

"alright, so." Jacob switched cards so he could read the following sentence to Tom and Jake, who were wearing loud music headphones. "[Y/N] ...

"what?" Tom interrupted him not understanding what he was saying.

"are we sure that he is gonna understand?" Zendaya looked at the production and then went back to reading the card. "[Y/N] is here."

"who is here?" Jake asked and brought his hands to the sides of his ears to press the headphones further. "i don't get the name."

"[Y/N] is here!" Jacob yelled at them, hoping they could understand the sentence. you appeared in the room, but you stayed where the light was not so strong so that they could not see you and you waited for the producer's signal to appear.

"wait, what?" Tom asked again. "say it slow."

"oh my god." Zendaya rolled her eyes when she saw that he wasn't understanding. "your girlfriend it's here!"

"your girlfriend it's here!" Jake guessed for Tom and did a little victory dance before removing his headphones.

"you have a girlfriend, Jake? i didn't know that." the brunette said with surprise as he took off his headphones. immediately everyone started laughing and he looked at them without understanding what was happening. "i don't get it."

"who's gonna tell him?" Jacob asked and looked at the people behind the cameras.

"tell me what?" Holland asked not understanding what they meant. you started to move forward until everyone except Tom could see you.

"that i'm here, dumbass." you spoke and you saw how quickly your boyfriend's head turned to be able to see you with surprise.

"stop playing, are you a hologram?" he asked in disbelief as he got up from the chair so he could approach you and put his hands on his waist. "you're not."

"i'm not, i'm really here." you said and put your two hands on his cheeks and then get closer and be able to kiss him after so long apart.

°•

"can anyone tell him that Isaac Lahey is a character and does not exist in real life?" your voice was heard on the speaker of your phone while you were recording Tom, who had gotten up from the couch and was right now at the kitchen counter. "because Tom got jealous of him."

"you said that he is hot!" your boyfriend's scream was heard from the kitchen.

"so what? you think Lydia is pretty." you said with a tone of indignation without stopping recording.

"but i think that you are so much pretty than she." Tom's voice began to be heard closer, as did his footsteps.

"that doesn't justify you." you crossed your arms, causing your cell phone to shake a bit.

"that's not even the point! the point is, you said Isaac was hot." seconds later, he appeared with a bag of M&M's and a glass of milk. "you're cheating on me."

"I'm dating a five years old, just to all of you know." you rotated the camera and now you were recording yourself.

"i want the divorce." he said and stood in front of you to hand you the bag of M & M's you had asked for.

"we are not even married!"

°•

"you're currently dating Tom Holland, but we want to know how did the two of you met? because you are not in the Marvel movies." James asked and settled into his chair while you did the same.

"well, everybody thinks that we met at the Golden Globes." you started talking and your eyes brightened. "we actually met at the auditions of my first movie. Tom was there for the paper of my brother, but he didn't got it."

"you met at there? I really thought that the first time you met was at the Golden Gobles." the blond commented in great amazement.

"we didn't met there, but we took a selfie in there for the first time and we talked beyond a few lines of a script." you gave the data with a big smile and looked at the audience.

"and when did you fall in love for him?" he asked and this made the crowd make some noise that was combined with your laughter.

"you know, actually the first time that i saw him i was like 'damn, shawty', but i think it was in the moment that we were at a friend's party and he approached me and told me to go to another place with him because he was not comfortable and I was the only person who knew who would say yes. " and if you thought your smile couldn't get any bigger, the moment you remembered that moment, it did.

the video ended and just then the apartment door was opened, forcing you to take a look. "hey, darling." your boyfriend's voice sounded behind you.

"hi, baby." you said and felt how he hid his face in your neck, leaning his body on the edge of the chair.

"what are you watching?" he asked and pulled away from you, not before leaving a quick kiss on your neck.

"it was a video of us being the goofy and adorable couple of all times." you answered with a smile as you watched him take off his shoes and approach you to take a seat on the couch.

"and there are no more of those?" he asked and sat next to you and then wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head on your shoulder. you took control and pressed a button to see the video suggestions.

"well, here is this one" you said and put the video called 'Y/N and Tom being the sexiest couple in the whole fucking world'.

"oh, i see what people think of us." the brunette said when he saw the title of the video.

"what do you mean with that? of course we are the sexiest couple in the whole fucking world." you wrinkled your eyebrows and lowered your gaze a bit to connect with his.

"yes, we are." when he finished talking, he leaned to you so he can kiss you.

#fanfic #marvel #oneshot #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine

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secret-ssociety · 2 years

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Feliz cumpleaños, oruguita

Pairing(s): Camilo Madrigal x oc

Warnings: underage drinking, the usual mentions of displacement

Summary: The day of Camilo and Antonia's birthday comes and both families, with the help of others in town, set out to give them the best sixteenth birthday possible.

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Antonia and Camilo having been born on the exact same day was news to everyone, but didn't exactly took anyone by surprised. The two were so in sync it was almost to be expected for them to occur on those kind of coincidences.

Both Pepa and Anastasia had been for a few weeks planning their babies' birthdays when they happened to run into the subject and discovered they had given birth on the same day, finding out later on that all Camilo, Antonia and Mirabel already knew.

Once the rest of the families were filled with the discovery, both Antonia and Camilo were forbid of being part of the planning for the other's celebration while Mirabel was the designated glue between the two operations, since she had the more insight on what both teenagers might want.

The first and more obvious condition didn't need any discussion, they'd want to spend it together.

The pair of course assumed that was inherently part of the plan, but not being sure still made them nervous. Camilo found the whole mysterious ordeal of their birthday surprises rather amusing, the way rooms became silent as soon as one of them walked in, but Antonia, on one hand, wasn't that interested in her birthday and, on the other, didn't love surprises all that much.

It was more so that she could get some peace at night that Camilo followed Antonia in her attempts to find out what the plans were, but it was not easy. His abuela was made of stone when it came to secrets, they would not get so much as a word out of her, their mothers shut down all sorts of questions about the subject before they could even finish talking, Mirabel started playfully ignoring them when they mentioned their birthday and the rest of the family had figured out some sort of code to tell when Camilo was pretending to be someone else.

Finally, they laid their eyes on their baby siblings.

"We—" Antonio started responding before Mateo rushed to interrupt him.

"— can't say anything."

Antonia leaned over her brother with an inquisitive look, "what do you want?" Mateo had a particular talent for keeping secrets, the jar Chapola had broken three days ago and Anastasia thought was simply misplaced was a proof of it, but Antonia knew he usually agreed to put a price on said secrets.

"Cecilia's mom is selling chocolate cookies at her house," Antonia knew exactly what cookies he was talking about, Cecilia had brought some to school and all the children in her grade had experienced a kick of adrenaline that had lasted the whole day. Very few kids were allowed to have them since, "I want those cookies, Toña."

"That's it? You want cookies?" Camilo asked, looking over to his brother for confirmation. He had never been one for blackmail when he was younger, but if he had been, he would've asked for something grander than cookies.

"You want something harder to get, mijo?" The García boy replied in a severity he knew very well how to imitate from the adults before looking back to his sister. "We want ten cookies each."

"You'll get one cookie each."

"Seven cookies each."

"One."

"Five cookies."

"One."

"Three cookies each, I won't accept less!" He sentenced.

"I'll get you one cookie to split." She threatened, making Antonio intervene by covering his friends mouth. "We can call it on one each."

The Madrigal boy had somehow expected a more adventurous request in exchange for the secret, but it was as simple as walking to the Ojeda's house and buying two chocolate cookies wrapped in two napkins. There wasn't much danger to it except from when they ran into Carlos carrying a sack of potatoes on his back and had to hid the treats behind their backs, making sure Chapola didn't steal them from their hands.

They met with their brothers not one hour after the initial bargain, in secrecy behind the stables. Allowing the kids to have the upper hand, they gave them the cookies before asking for the information. Chapola wagged around her tail and whimpered watching the boys eat, while ignoring Camilo as he explained her that chocolate would make her sick.

"We don't know anything," Mateo said once they were both finished, to which both teenagers arched an eyebrow.

"The grown ups knew you would come to us," Antonio explained, "so they didn't tell us anything. Thanks for the cookies!" He yelled before running after his friend, that had sprinted in the other direction.

Antonia growled out of frustration and Camilo laughed, patting her shoulders soothingly while the hound placed a hand on the girl's knee, like she was empathizing with her owner's feelings. "It will all be over soon, mi vida," he reminded her.

And to Anastasia and Pepa's despair, soon meant tomorrow. They had spent two good weeks completely absorbed in planning the joint celebration, every little detail was appointed to be perfect, and both had their own way to go about having nervous breakdowns. Clouds started appearing on top Pepa's head, turning into hurricanes more frequently as the days passed, and Anastasia started to clean compulsively. She didn't want Isabela to think she didn't like her flowers, but she couldn't help but sweep the fallen petals of the floors.

The Madrigal's matriarch wondered if maybe she had been as neurotic about birthdays when her triplets were young, or Julieta's composed and peaceful demeanor resembled her a little better. It was her and her raven haired daughter that tried to appease everyone else's nerves, because as much as Félix and Carlos tried to downplay it, they were as stressed with the whole thing as their wives.

Maybe it was the fact that it was Antonia's first birthday in Encanto and the Garcías were so close to the Madrigals, they wanted make all of their firsts in Encanto important, probably Mateo's birthday was going to be equally nerve-wrecking. Maybe it was because it was two birthdays instead of one, so that meant two mothers yelling orders and two families trying to follow them. Maybe it was simply that Madrigals needed those special days to be perfect and Garcías were also perfectionists.

Either way, Alma volunteered to keep an eye on the two new sixteen-year-olds while Pepa and Anastasia overviewed everything for the last time. She thought it would be an easy job until she entered the García household with Isabela and Mirabel the next morning and found Antonia and Camilo fighting with brooms on the kitchen.

"There's only one almojabana left," her grandson explained at her stare.

In silence she walked over to the plate with the conflict source, cut it with a knife and popped one half on each kid's mouth before giving Antonia a felt kiss on the cheek and embracing Camilo in a hug.

The whole day went by in congratulations, presents and food they were constantly handed. They were with Félix and Carlos most of the time, except for the moments were one of their mothers approached and started peppering them both with kisses.

Right after they finished eating the last arepa they were handed, Camilo watched as Antonia was dragged by her cousins back to her house, and reached out to grab another one before he was dragged to the back entrance of casita.

Turned out, the great birthday surprise was a party both families had poured their heart into, which wasn't actually a surprise to Camilo and he imagined, neither was for Antonia. Little of an excuse was needed to get the Madrigals to throw a party. He was just grateful the whole celebration was at the bottom floor of the house instead of his room, as he had feared for a moment.

When he got out of his room, wearing a new linen shirt with golden cufflinks under his characteristic yellow ruana, the house was already packed with people he had to greet one by one, turning into every single one of them as he usually did. He was congratulated with pats on his back and pinches on his cheeks, as well as questions about the presents he had gotten and how did he feel being sixteen.

Taller than yesterday, he'd wanted to respond.

It was about half an hour that he mingled around the guests by Pepa's side before he was rushed by the tiles of casita's floor to the table where the birthday cake was on display and Antonia finally arrived.

In all honesty, it was pretty usual for Camilo to be a little dazzled when Antonia walked into the room, his friends at school sometimes mocked him for it, but there were times when he was completely mesmerized by her. This was one of those times.

She was wearing a white top that fell down her shoulders with little fish embroidered in thread the same colour of her orange cumbia skirt, Camilo didn't know what was that sparkly thing on the corners of her eyes but he couldn't stop looking at it. She accepted congratulations on her way to the table rather anxiously and was quick to find her place on the side of her friend.

Antonia couldn't help but be overwhelmed at all the attention she had been getting throughout the day, for Camilo it didn't seem like anything new, after all he was a Madrigal, but for her it resulted all too strange. Back in her old home, she'd never had big parties for her birthday or gotten the same amount of presents she had gotten that day, her family had never been able to afford it and she had never felt the need. Now they were going to sing happy birthday for them and that was even more terrifying. Subtly, Camilo grabbed her hand for her to squeeze as hard as she needed to.

After the song was over and they blew out the candles, Pepa took a moment to appreciate how much they had grown in the last few months. When they arrived to Encanto, both teenagers were almost the same height, but now Camilo was tall enough for Antonia to nuzzle her head in the crook of his neck without having to bend her own, even when she had grown a few inches as well. They were getting so big, so fast...

"Pepi, are you okay?" Felix asked scaring away the cloud that was forming on top of her head.

"He's so big," she sighed nostalgically, letting her husband hold her lovingly as they watched people come up to her son and his friend while Julieta cut the cake.

Mateo climbed on top of a chair with the help of Antonio and motioned for his sister to come closer so he could cradle her face in his small hands. "Feliz cumpleaños, hermanita. Who's the baby of the house? The new big baby of the house?" He talked to her in a baby voice he had never been spoken to as he distributed kisses across the girl's face in a condescending yet loving manner.

He then called for Camilo and cradled his face as well while the eldest laughed. "Feliz cumpleaños to you too, mijo." He softly patted his cheek a few times.

"He's like a tiny old guy." Camilo commented once the kid disappeared back into the crowd, receiving a nod in response. He pulled Antonia in for a hug. "Feliz cumpleaños, mi vida."

"Feliz cumpleaños, Cami." He smiled at the nickname.

The hug was very short lived, since Mirabel announced her arrival at the table by jumping behind them and embracing them both. The three of them were handed filled cups for the toast, which was as always, led by Alma, and all three made a face simultaneously when they took the first sip, for no one had warned them the liquid on the cups was red wine.

Still, the swallowed heavily, victims of those urges young people have to appear like adults. With that mindset they finished the rest of their cups in only one gulp and the alcohol was quick to weight on their heads because of the speed it had been consumed, it was enough for the adults to decide they wouldn't give them any more.

Yet, the slight drunkenness didn't stop them from dancing the night away. Mirabel danced with one of her friends from school, because whether her dad was playing salsa or cumbia, Camilo was always Antonia's partner. They danced so close to each other, tangling into the other's arms, simply melting into their proximity, perfectly in sync, and Mirabel wondered how much longer it would take them to confess their feelings for each other.

"¡En Barranquilla me quedo!"

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sandyyybonham · 2 years

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-Her Assistant

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu, Female Reader

Summary: After a rough day of Alcina's tour, her "husband" ruined her day with a disappointing matter which lead her to take much more amount of wine than usual, her actions may lead to some consequences with her beloved assistant.

Note: This will take place before the Cadou implantation and all the mutation. This is the "Miss D and The Pallboys" era where she works as a Jazz Singer and you work as her assistant. Before I do start, I hope you enjoy this one-shot, there will certainly be a part two which will be NSFW. I'm still a beginner at writing so I'm sorry if this is not as good as other professional fanfictions.

Warnings: Wine, getting drunk.

"Draga, please get me my wine, I need a drink." Alcina spoke in a stressed tone as she sits down on her vanity, hands on her head, probably tired from the tour.

You quickly stood and got her wine bottle and a glass for her, ready to tend to her needs. You got back and set her requested wine and glass on her vanity table.

She picked up the glass, You opened the wine for her and gave the bottle to her after, she poured a generous amount of wine for her as she took a much-needed sip of it. She gave you a warm smile after, she looked less tense and stressed now, but it never disappeared, "Thank you dear.." she told you in a much more calm tone now.

"You want to talk about it?" You offered. She gave a bitter chuckle and shook her head, "Just family problems. My husband. It's a normal thing, it's nothing, really." she reassured, but her eyes told you otherwise.

"If you say so," you sighed and started to take off the pins from her hair, "Well, if you ever need to open up, still, I'm here". She gave you a small smile of appreciation through the mirror as she continues to drink from her wine.

"How's the show?" You said, trying to make a conversation, as you now brush her hair, gently untangling the knots and took care of it. "It went well, everything went fine this day until that sick man I call "my husband" phoned me" and that's how the night went, she ended up ranting about his husband, she got carried away, now a bit tipsy from her wine as you gently remove her makeup and assisted her in changing in a much comfortable clothing.

"Why don't you get yourself a glass too, darling? Come drink with me" she suggested, you chuckled softly, shaking your head as you put her used clothing from the show on a hanger, the last thing you'll do today after cleaning up the vanity and the whole room, the wine bottles being the only thing on her desk now.

She looks at you with pleading eyes, telling you she needs company. "You'll have to teach me to say 'no' to you sometime, Alcina." you sigh as she gave a giggle, which you found to be adorable.

You got a glass for yourself and sat next to her, pouring what seemed to be the already third bottle of wine she had tonight. You're not really used to drink, you do drink, just not mostly, so there's a high chance you'd get drunk easier than her, but for some reason you just couldn't say 'no' to her, and you still wonder why.

And so we drank till late at night, formal conversation turned into what seemed to be a fun conversation, us laughing together, intoxicated by the wine, let's just say we've learned something today, and that is, Miss D has the best, but totally inappropriate humor when she's drunk.

Soon, the mood started to change. She ended up talking about her past, her childhood. She told me she was forced to marry a man, because her family simply cannot accept the fact that she liked the same sex, and because her family wanted a family of high status, like them, as her husband. She told you it was never love at all, he can't make her feel things some women can. She's told you many things, you listened to her every word. You know deep down she probably didn't mean to do this and that, maybe it was the fact that she was drunk, as to why she was telling you all these stuff so you swore to yourself that this conversation will only stay between the two of you, and no one else, you swore to yourself that you'd never break her trust, you feel bad for the poor woman, never lived her life happily, didn't even experience true love, but at the same time you adore her, how successful she is, how powerful she is. Her lovely voice, her beautiful face, her ethereal beauty, her bewitching personality. You realized her so-called husband didn't deserve her at all, yet he is so lucky, you can't help but feel a little envious, it's a strange feeling.

"...And yeah, that's how our wine business started, which of course will be passed on to me, I will continue that business" You didn't realize that you got lost in thought, admiring everything about her, even how she talked. Everything about her is just perfect. "I see.. Well, I'll certainly be buying more of your wines then." you said smiling at her.

We talked and talked, even opened about the people we used to like. "Wait, you like women?" she asked me. "Well yeah, but I just don't see why I should share something irrelevant to you, not until it's the right time to say it anyway" you said, she gives me a slow nod, if you didn't know better, you'd say she seemed happy about it, but she is trying her best not to show it to you, you do wonder why she'd be suddenly happy, and why would she right now, talking about a simple topic like this.

After taking her break from the wine minutes ago, she started drinking again. Unaware of the time, we lost ourselves in each other's company, just the two of us, once again intoxicated with the wine in her dressing room. The place seemed empty now, as if it's only the two of us left in here, everyone had left. You checked the clock at the corner of the room, it was no surprise that it's now 2am.

"Well, looks like time really does fly fast when you're having fun" Alcina remarked.

You nodded in agreement as you cleaned up the mess, collecting the wine bottles and the used glasses.

After everything was clean, you went to get your bag.

You saw Alcina waiting for you as you make your way through the door.

"Iubit, it's late at night. I can't let you going home, not at that state, come stay with me for the night. I'll be staying at a hotel since this place is rather far from my home. Come with me, I insist." she held your hand as she practically dragged you with her through the exit door.

Once again, you couldn't say no to her.. Part of you hopes this night would bring something interesting, and you don't know, maybe you just got to admit to yourself that you fell for her, your employer, the famous jazz singer, the one they call Miss D.

Hope you enjoyed! <33

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blue hour | four

{sam kiszka x fem!reader} blue hour is the short period of time before sunrise or after sunset when the sun is just below the horizon. indirect sunlight is evenly diffused and takes on a blue shade.

summary: traveling the world as greta van fleet’s touring photographer seemed like a dream come true, but as the days pass you worry it may just be your worst nightmare. work is rapidly merging with pleasure, and as feelings change you’re left to wonder: does what happens on tour really stay on tour?

word count: 6.2k

warnings: language, alcohol, marijuana, puking, it's starting

"I can't believe it's been a whole week already," Kyle sighed, and you hummed a quiet agreement as he murmured, "I miss you. It's been weird not having you here."

In an attempt to lighten the mood, your gut churning slightly at the morose tone of his voice, you chuckled, "Peaceful, I'd imagine. You're not having to chase me down the hall to remind me to put on shoes anymore."

Your boyfriend laughed, but the sound was slightly hollow. His heart wasn't in it, you could tell, and you chewed at your cheek as you tried to think of ways to make him feel better. Already you were setting alarms to remind yourself to call him every morning, and it was surprisingly harder than you'd imagined it would be.

While life on the road was exciting, exhilarating even, it was beyond exhausting, and time seemed to move differently for those of you constantly on the move. The morning was a relative term, and no longer a specific time of day. When you were arriving at hotels at three in the morning or just climbing into a van at four after a night of celebrating a good show, the idea of what morning was lost all meaning.

It was a blast, though. Despite the bags under your eyes that were growing heavier by the day, and the constant state of tiredness, you were running on a high you'd never felt before in your life. Each show seemed to go better than the last, and you weren't sure you'd ever get used to it or grow tired of it--you didn't want to, either.

You were making friends and making memories that you'd hold near and dear for the rest of your days. Pidge was like the cool older sister you'd never had but always wanted, or maybe the drunk aunt that always made holidays and family events more interesting. The two of you spent the majority of your time together, and if you weren't with her then you were with the band.

Josh and Jake had quickly taken up the role of your older brothers for the duration of the tour, much to your chagrin as they took the part a little too seriously. Josh teased you relentlessly, constantly poking fun at you and cracking quick-witted jokes that left you stuck in a strange limbo between amazement and annoyance. He liked to push you around and pinch you, and he ruffled your hair just to laugh when you glared at him.

Jake was just as charmingly annoying, but he was a bit more doting. He'd gang up on you with Josh, but just as quickly turn the tables on his twin when he could sense that you were reaching your limit. He was often the one to sense when you were feeling overwhelmed, or lost, and he offered you advice whenever he could. He also liked to drink you under the table, too. They all liked to do that, though.

Danny was your partner in crime. The two of you had secretly waged a prank war against the other three guys following the second show, and they had yet to figure out who was the culprit of all the jokes. So far you had straightened Josh's hair when he'd made the unwise decision to take a nap, convinced Jake his hotel room was haunted by sneaking in while he was asleep to wreck it (and steal all of his left shoes), and you'd put food coloring in Sam's body wash so he was left with nicely pinkened skin after his morning shower.

All three of them were pointing fingers at each other, too blinded by their brotherly grudges to acknowledge the fact that neither you nor Danny had experienced any misfortune. You weren't sure how long the ruse would remain, considering Sam was looking at you with increasing suspicion, but for now you were safe. The two of you had agreed to take a little break to avoid getting caught.

And, Sam? Well, Sam was a bit of all of those things. Easily, he was your closest friend out of the entire tour family. If you weren't with Pidge, it was the safest bet that you were hanging around him somewhere--a useful fact that had come in handy when sneaking around with Danny.

You couldn't quite assign a specific role for him, because you looked to him for just about everything. He was the one you went to when you just wanted to chill or have fun, or you were upset and just didn't want to be alone. One time he'd even let you braid his hair, and in a state of ragged exhaustion, he'd fallen asleep where he sat propped against the sofa on the floor between your legs. Nobody mentioned it when you remained rooted in place until he awoke on his own, though Jake had stared at you with an indiscernible look in his eye.

It had only been one week, and already the lot of them were staking their place within your heart. You could feel them rooting their way in, engraving their marks onto your soul with each passing day, and sometimes the thought of leaving the tour and not being around them anymore felt like a sucker punch straight to your heart. You did your best not to think of it, not liking the way it left you feeling breathless and morose.

"I think I miss that the most." Kyle finally replied, shattering the reverie you'd gotten lost within, "You always look so cute when you're flustered. Plus, I kinda like knowing you need me for something."

Before you could question what exactly he meant by that, a confused pinch forming between your brows, there was a knock at your hotel door. "Hang on a second, there's someone at the door." you muttered and tossed your phone on the bed as you made your way to open the thin, wooden hotel door.

Sam grinned at you lazily, lifting a takeout bag in his hand and wiggling it slightly as he asked, "Hungry?"

Your stomach rumbled. You were starving actually, considering you'd just woken up from the first uninterrupted seven hours of sleep you'd gotten in the past week. But, you knew Kyle only had a few more minutes left of his lunch break before he had to return to work, and it would upset him greatly if you cut the call short when it was already such a small amount of time.

With a rueful smile, you sighed, "I'm on the phone with Kyle, but I'll come and find you when I'm done?"

"Oh, right," Sam muttered, and his smile tightened like you'd come to realize it always did when you mentioned Kyle. It confused you, but you never took the time to dwell on it long enough to ponder why he seemed so soured over someone he didn't even know. There were the obvious conclusions, of course, but you didn't even want to think about that being a possibility. "We're all gonna be in Josh's room, whenever you're ready."

Having said all he needed to, he offered you one more sleepy smile before he trudged his way down the hall, disappearing into a room four doors down. You could hear wind crackling over the speaker of your phone when you picked it back up, and your heart dropped as you realized that meant Kyle was walking back to work after his lunch break. The discrepancies between your schedules were horrible to work around.

Frowning, you apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off. I feel like we barely get to talk, and I hate that it's my fault."

"It's okay, babe," Kyle reassured, though you could tell he was saddened, "I know you're busy. I'll text you, okay? I'm back at the office, and I know you probably have something you need to go do."

Sometimes you wished he wouldn't be so understanding, because it only made you feel even worse. It left you wondering whether he was keeping track of all the times you missed his call, or cut your time short, or forgot to text him back. You wondered if he was racking up points against you, but refusing to acknowledge it or admit that he needed more from you. Moreso, it made you feel guilty because you were pretty sure that was the furthest thing from the case and he genuinely just was that understanding.

You didn't want to make it worse by admitting you had nothing to do for the next couple of hours, and that you were only interrupted because you were invited to breakfast. It didn't matter, anyway, because he was going back to work. "Okay. I love you, have a good day at work." you breathed, holding the phone between your ear and shoulder as you began to rifle through your suitcase for clothes to change into.

"I love you, hun. Talk to you later." Kyle murmured back, and there was a quiet beep as he ended the call. You dropped your phone with a sigh, tossing it onto the bed as you moved to get ready for another day.

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Breakfast with the band got cut short as the guys were all whisked away for wardrobe fittings soundcheck, and somehow you and Pidgeon had taken over Josh's hotel room following their departure. The two of you were strewn over his messy bed, laptops and gear scattered around you as you both lazed over the plush mattress and worked through the content you'd amassed over the past week of shows. You were still picking at the chicken and waffles Sam had graciously decided to split with you, the styrofoam container precariously perched on the pillow beside your leg.

You were stuffed, honestly, but the little diner he'd gotten food from was so good you couldn't stop eating. Your fingers were sticky with syrup and coated in a thin layer of crumbs from the breading on the chicken, and you knew that you'd regret your decision to work and eat later when you opened your laptop to find greasy keys. It was worth it, though, and even Pidge was picking at it occasionally despite your protests.

Pidgeon was an incredibly easy woman to get along with, you'd realized. Everyone working the tour seemed to know her on a personal level, and you had yet to find a single person who didn't greet her with love and appreciation. She was a spitfire, and definitely up to no good most of the time, but that only seemed to add to her charm.

She had wild, thick curls of hair that hung to her shoulder blades, the roots pitch black but the length of it bleached and dyed a messy array of wild colors from a forest green, to hot pink, to teal. Her skin was a warm, golden brown that reminded you of the leaves on trees in the fall, and her almond-shaped eyes were an equally toasty shade of reddish-brown. She was truly a beautiful woman, and often you found yourself admiring her like a kid sister looks up to their older sibling.

You'd learned tidbits about her over the week you'd spent working closely with her, and each new thing only made her that much more interesting. For instance, you learned that she was half Dominican and half Korean--her mother had been born and raised in the Dominican Republic but immigrated to the United States as a young woman where she met her Korean-American lover in college. They weren't together anymore, but Pidge spoke of both of them fondly.

You also learned that Pidge was a very curious woman, even at thirty years old. She asked questions without shame and was not afraid to step on any toes in her quest to learn anything and everything. Which was why you weren't surprised when she randomly asked, "So, how long have you been with your boyfriend?"

She never looked away from her laptop, working diligently over a clip she was tweaking from the last performance, and you chuckled at the way she chewed at her lip ring absentmindedly. "Kyle and I have been together for seven years." you bestowed, forking the last chunk of the thick waffle into your mouth with a subtle frown as you realized it was gone.

That caught her attention, and her cinnamon eyes widened as she looked to you in surprise. Apparently sufficiently intrigued, Pidge pushed her laptop aside carelessly and tucked her legs underneath her as she turned to face you completely. "Really?" she gaped, "You were just a baby!"

"Fifteen, actually." you laughed, "We both were."

Pidgeon sighed as she reclined against the headboard, rolling her head over the surface to blink at you as she remarked, "I couldn't even imagine still being with who I dated at fifteen. Was he your first?"

You nodded, accepting the fact that you weren't going to get any more work done as you closed your laptop and shoved it to the foot of Josh's bed. "Yeah, he was my first everything. I've never been with anybody else." you confessed, and she groaned as if the thought of it wounded her.

Over the years, you'd come to realize that there were two distinct reactions that came from telling people you were still with your first love as an adult. Some people, those who were hopeless romantics, tended to gush about how romantic it was. They fawned over the prospect of finding your soulmate so young, and never having to search through bad dates to find them.

Others? The mass majority of people, like Pidge, crinkled their noses like it was preposterous and outlandish. The first time it had happened you'd been offended, but over time you'd learned to just laugh it off. People tended to judge because they didn't understand or were jealous, and at the end of the day you knew that Pidgeon wasn't judging you. She just couldn't fathom the sentiment for herself.

"Don't you ever wonder if maybe you're missing out?" she inquired, and her eyes were genuinely curious as you looked into them. "I don't mean to judge or anything, but have you ever thought about it? That maybe you're stifling yourself by tying yourself down so early in life?"

You had to admit, the thought had never crossed your mind. In all the years you'd been with Kyle, you'd never once thought about whether the grass would have been greener on the other side. He was such a staple in your life, it was almost impossible to imagine a world where he wasn't your partner through everything. You loved him, and you'd never once doubted that.

But something about the way Pidge asked, combined with the look in her eye full of wisdom and concern, rooted the thought into your brain. Were you missing out, or overlooking things because you'd so readily tethered yourself to the first boy who'd ever looked your way? Was it possible you were neglecting a chance for something greater, something beyond what you'd come to accept as your forever?

It was like a proverbial wall within your mind began to crack, and you were quick to patch it up before it crumbled and spilled doubts into your mind. "No, I honestly have never thought about it." you shrugged, "I'm happy with him."

You were happy with Kyle. He made you feel safe, secure, and loved. He was stable and offered a future without risk or fear. You didn't have to worry about the great unknown when it came to him, because he was open and honest about his feelings and intentions. With him, there was no doubt that he was in it for life, and you were pretty sure that you needed that.

"That's sweet, little Dove." Pidge relented, a wistful sigh escaping her lips as she let her eyes fall shut, "I guess I just can't imagine it because my first love was a boy, and, well, I don't even like boys." Her eyes snapped open as she shivered in disgust, a grimace prying her lips apart as she feigned a gag. "Could you imagine?" she joked, "Me, suffering through the rest of my life chained to a penis. I could never."

You laughed, letting your head fall onto her shoulder and smiling when she rested her head atop of your own. "It doesn't happen for everyone, Pidge." you relayed, "Kyle and I are definitely the exception, not the rule."

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence, the exhaustion slowly taking hold of Pidge as her head rested heavier on your own. Before long, she was asleep--you could feel her gentle breaths even out as quiet snores began to whistle out of her lips. In the silence, the metaphorical dam in your head began to fail.

Somehow, she'd unlocked years' worth of doubts, and fears, and anxiety. Your mind was a hurricane of negative thoughts you'd never had before. What if she was right? What if you really were missing something? For the life of you, you couldn't figure out what that something could be, though. You just worried you'd regret it if you never found out.

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It had become something of a ritual to smoke before the shows. It really shouldn't have, considering you were reckless and liked to climb to heights that stoned you definitely shouldn't have been climbing too, but it had. You never took more than two hits, only wanting to take the edge off instead of really getting high, but it was more than nothing.

Only once had you all been caught, the boys getting the first fine of the tour on the third night, and you'd been so flustered by the shame of it that you'd convinced Sam to sneak you another hit in the bathroom. He'd cackled like you were ridiculous, but he'd followed you into the cramped space and sparked up the joint that he ended up smoking the rest of himself. Nobody had said anything when the two of you stumbled out just minutes before the show, but Danny had looked at the two of you curiously enough to make you flustered all over again.

Tonight, though, things were going well. Nobody had caught you yet, and you passed the half-gone joint to Sam wordlessly after you took your token hits. "You sure you don't want one more, birdie?" he asked, holding it temptingly just before your lips with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. His fingertips brushed across your lower lip, tugging it down as the thin paper pinched between them rested on it lightly. "We all know you can handle more than just two."

You weren't entirely sure when he'd started calling you birdie, but it was his own personal nickname for you that nobody else dared to use. It made you smile, and a part of you enjoyed it more than you did the tour name you'd been assigned. Pidge rolled her eyes every time he said it, and just as you expected she scoffed from across the room.

"I'm good." you denied, and with a teasing roll of his eyes, he took it between his own lips finally and leaned back into the sofa.

If there was one thing you wished you could photograph, but ultimately knew that you couldn't, it was this. The little tradition between the six of you to have a smoke sesh before each show was something your hands twitched to snap pictures of, but you knew that it would have been a horrible decision. Weed may have been legal, but it certainly was not legal or allowed for the lot of you to be smoking it on the premises.

You wished you could capture the aura of it. The band liked to tout that they stood for peace, unity, and love, and somehow that ritual made you feel all of those things and more. It was a real bonding experience, all of you just lazing around in anticipation of what was to come.

You channeled those desires into your work, instead. Everyone had quickly caught on to your wild, daring tendencies when you were in the zone, and Sam was surprisingly the most in tune with them. It was like he just knew exactly which way to turn, where to look, and when to strike a pose as you moved around the venue to get every angle.

It helped some that you seemed to be drawn to him the most, too. You couldn't really explain it, or understand why you found your camera pointing in his direction more than any other, but it did. You did your best to capture them all equally, but the discrepancy was obvious in the photos you uploaded to your hard drive every night.

Tonight, you tried to turn your attention to the other three to compensate. You climbed the scaffolding like you did every night to amass as many photos of Danny as you could, having found that that was often the best way to get a good shot of him behind all of his drums. Josh laughed at you between songs when he saw you prowling around the little space between the barrier and the stage, shooing security out of your way to get the angle you needed.

Of course, Sam struck poses like a diva whenever he caught your eye, and there was no way you weren't going to capture every last one of them. Fans made room for you kindly when you clambered into the crowd, and at one point you'd ended up screaming over the noise to chat with a younger girl who fawned over the pictures you showed her. At the end of the night, you made sure she was in the frame when Josh pulled you onstage to turn the camera onto the crowd.

You were nearly as sweaty and breathless as the band once the crowd had finally cleared, and teardown was beginning. Danny found you first, somehow having helped to pack away his drums before any of the other guys had finished their tasks, and he wrapped you up in a boisterous and sweaty hug as he asked, "Are you going out with us tonight?"

"Yeah, I just want to change first." you replied, "I'll meet you all there?"

Danny shook his head, looking over his shoulder at Sam who was making his way out to you both, "Sam's going back to the hotel first, too, so you can just ride with him."

Sam was a ball of energy as he led the way to the rental car, a cigarette wobbling between his lips and his shirt unbuttoned completely to let the cool, night breeze wash over his heated skin. You could tell that he was riding on a high, his adrenaline rushing from the thrill of performing and the weed still clouding his mind with warm and fuzzy thoughts. It made you giggle when he held the passenger door open for you, bowing deeply and joking, "M'birdie."

Sometimes, Sam toed a line with you that made you unsure what his intentions were. You weren't exactly well versed in the art of flirtation, nor had you been on the receiving end of it much considering you'd been in a relationship for so long, but you were almost certain that he was flirting at times. Whether he meant anything by it, or not, was up for debate.

Maybe it was wrong of you to let it slide, but you did for the most part. You took his compliments and offhanded remarks in stride, and really only shied away when he would reach out to touch you. He didn't do it often, though, which was why it was so easy for you to brush it off and think nothing of it.

He knew that you had a boyfriend, and you believed whole heartedly that he wouldn't dare to interfere with something like that. The possible flirting was just his sense of humor, just in his nature. Those were the things you told yourself to justify it.

But, drunk Sam? Drunk Sam was bolder, and drunk you was not very fussed with shrugging off his advances. Alcohol and weed were a dangerous mix, and you were learning over the various nights you'd gone out with everyone that adding Sam to the mix only made it that much more volatile.

You were a flirty drunk yourself, the alcohol washing away your inhibitions and leaving you overly friendly. That wasn't to say that you were flirting with Sam, because you weren't... Well, you weren't flirting with just Sam. You flirted with everyone when you were buzzed, and that certainly made it okay... right?

This night, though, you were acting out of character.

Maybe it was the pandora's box that Pidge had opened up in your mind earlier that day, or maybe it was just the fact that you were growing increasingly comfortable with everyone. Either way, you and Sam were quickly left to your own devices once everyone had grown tired of your murmured words and hushed giggles in the corner of the booth. Neither of you were bothered by their departure, continuing to consume each other's time eagerly.

You weren't even sure what you were talking about anymore, or what you had been talking about initially that had devolved into a mess of random thoughts. "I really need to stop," you sighed as you set down your fifth empty glass of the night, your belly sloshing with all the drinks you'd consumed on a mostly empty stomach, "I'm gonna be sick if I don't."

Pidge was dancing in the small crowd of people on the makeshift dancefloor, and you could just makeout Josh behind her pressed tightly behind another crew member whose tour name was Magpie. You'd only just met her that evening, Pidgeon introducing the two of you and crowing happily about the completion of the bird crew--punnily named the flock. Magpie was only a year or two older than you, and she was a tiny little thing with gorgeous, dark skin and long braids she wore down to the small of her back.

You were also pretty sure that she was in some sort of a relationship with Josh, though you hadn't been able to figure out if it was serious or not. Either way, his hands were gliding all over her body sensually as they danced like nobody else was around. It was cute, and you couldn't help but smile with a snicker as you watched him slyly press a kiss to the side of her neck.

"I'll hold your hair, if you do get sick." Sam assured you, and you shot him a grin when he bumped your shoulder with his own. Sober you would have moved away when he neglected to slide back into his own space, but drunk you leaned into the warmth he provided as he remained pressed against your side.

His eyes were glassy, and considering he'd drank double what you had after smoking a lot more than you, you were pretty sure he would be the one ending up with his head in a toilet that night. Laughing, you teased, "Please, I think I'll be the one holding your hair tonight."

A dopey grin split his cheeks, and the flush of intoxication that reddened his face deepened slightly as he mused somewhat dreamily, "I'm okay with that, too. I like it when you play with my hair."

Before you could think too hard about his wistful tone, Pidge was stumbling into the end of the table and holding her hands out to you with a plea, "Dance with me! Mags abandoned me for a man."

As she pulled your hands, you clambered out of the booth and only hesitated as you turned back to Sam who remained sitting. "Are you coming?" you asked, Pidge shimmying her way back toward the dance floor with the expectation that you'd follow soon after.

He didn't move to get up, but lazily reached a hand out to skim his fingers along the hem of your flowy, patterned blouse. Sam pinched the fabric between his fingers, and your belly fluttered as you felt his fingernails lightly graze along the bare skin of your stomach beneath it. Your breath hitched, and just as you moved to step away from the touch he released his hold and looked up at you with doe eyes as he placed his hands back on the table innocently.

"I really like this shirt." he hummed, "You look pretty in it, birdie."

Your head was in the clouds as you joined Pidgeon on the dancefloor. You let yourself sink into the feeling of the music, moving on instinct as the two of you embraced each other and danced without a care. Her eyes were closed, lips parted to mouth along with the words of a song you didn't recognize, and you let her hands keep you from floating away as they rested on your hips.

It had to be the alcohol. That was what you were telling yourself as your mind replayed the fleeting moment with Sam, the feeling of his nails dragging over your skin replaying on a loop that just wouldn't end. He'd touched you thousands of times since you'd joined up the week prior, but none of them had ever left you feeling dazed like that.

It was such a simple, pointless little thing, too. There was no reason for you to be so stuck on it. The man had played with your hair, squeezed your bare thighs, and touched your lips. Why the hell was that, the fleeting accidental touch of your stomach, the one that made you feel all weird inside?

Deep down, you knew it wasn't accidental. He hadn't needed to touch your shirt to compliment it, but he had. Just like he hadn't needed to touch your lips to offer you a hit, but he had. Sam did a lot of things he didn't need to, things that he shouldn't.

You just didn't understand what it meant. A part of you blamed Pidge for your inner turmoil. If she hadn't brought up your relationship, questioning your certainty in it, you wouldn't have paid any of it a second thought.

But, that left you to wonder--were you really secure in your relationship if one conversation was enough to make you doubt it? Were you doubting it? You wanted to say no, because you were certain of your love for Kyle and the love he had for you, but it wasn't that simple. In some ways, you were doubting things.

It was like the world's stupidest case of FOMO, the fear of missing out. You were plagued by a sudden fear that you were missing something by settling down with the first person you'd ever been with. How were you supposed to know if it really was right for you, considering you had nothing to compare it to?

At the end of the day, there was only one real question. Were you content to settle for comfort? Kyle made you feel comfortable. He made you feel safe. He made you feel secure. He made you happy. But, what about passion? What about sharing in each other's dreams? What about lust, and desire, and excitement?

Did he make you feel those things? Was it okay if he didn't? It was all starting to make your head hurt, a dull ache throbbing deep within your skull as you thought too hard and stressed yourself out. You were being ridiculous, you decided, and suddenly all you wanted to do was crawl into bed at the hotel and call Kyle.

That was what this was. You were just missing him, and insecure about being away from him for so long. If you could just make things work, and speak to him, everything would be okay.

You got a little lost along the way, though.

Somehow, you ended up in Sam's hotel room with his hair in your hands as he violently expelled all of his stomach contents into the toilet. You hadn't really expected him to get sick, but when you'd gone to tell him you were heading back he'd thrown back another drink and decided to come with. The car ride had been enough to make his stomach turn, and you'd been cackling as you raced after him to the hotel room while he held back his vomit.

After dry heaving and spitting bile into the toilet one more time, Sam sat up with a groan and peeled his shirt off to wipe off his mouth. "It hurts." he whined, letting his head fall back as he blinked up at you with a pout and watery eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sammy," you cooed, brushing his sweaty hair off of his forehead and scratching his scalp gently, "I told you I would be the one to hold your hair back, though."

He belched, and you watched in amusement as his entire body tensed in fear that he would purge his empty stomach all over again. It never came, though, and he sagged back against your legs with a sigh of relief. "I think I'm done now." he whimpered, eyes falling shut in exhaustion.

With a great deal of effort, you managed to get him to swish toothpaste around his mouth before letting him spit it into the toilet. It was nearly impossible dragging him off of the floor and into his bed, but you eventually coaxed him into it by offering to stay with him until he fell asleep. He awkwardly wriggled his way out of his pants before letting you pull the blankets over his body, and he looked like a little kid as he peered up at you pitifully with them pulled right up to his chin.

Clambering onto the springy mattress beside him, you leaned back against the headboard and began to drag your fingers through his hair once more. He all but purred like a cat, rolling onto his side and curling around your legs with a hum of satisfaction. You tensed when he wrapped his arm around your thighs, his head falling onto your lap, but he just closed his eyes and sighed sleepily.

"That feels nice." he whispered, squeezing your legs when you began to run your nails over his scalp. "I'm really glad you took the job, birdie."

"Why's that?" you asked, furrowing your brows as you looked down at him.

Through a yawn, he warbled, "I thought you were so cool and wanted to get to know you. Plus, you're really pretty."

Almost as soon as the words were spoken, he was snoring. Your hand stilled in his hair as you froze, unsure of how to react. You wanted to ask him what he meant by that, what he was expecting out of getting to know you, but you couldn't. He was fast asleep, and a big part of you was adamantly sticking to the belief that you were just looking too far into things.

He was drunk. He probably didn't mean anything by it, and there was no point in making a big deal out of it. You'd let it go, just like you had everything else, and tomorrow things would be just like always.

With a sigh, you gently coaxed him off of your lap and cautiously eased off of the bed to avoid waking him up. You almost made it back to your room without incident, but Pidge just had to be right outside Sam's door when you closed it behind you. For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other in stunned silence.

Defending it probably only made it look more suspicious, but you couldn't stop yourself from blurting out, "He got sick. I held his hair and put him to bed."

"Hey, it's none of my business." she laughed, smirking, "I don't judge."

Spluttering, you cried, "Pidge, no! It's not like that--"

"Relax, little dove," she cackled, grabbing your shoulders gently, "I'm just messing with you. I could hear him puking from Jake's room while we were smoking. It got quiet so I was coming to make sure nobody died."

Though your heart rate decreased exponentially in relief, you scowled and slapped her shoulder in annoyance. It only made her laugh harder, and you could hear her giggles echoing all the way down the hall as you both turned in opposite directions to return to your own rooms. You were still glaring even as you fell onto your bed, fully clothed and too lazy to change before bed.

Checking your phone, you groaned as you realized it was already three in the morning. In two hours you'd all be expected to load into the vans and busses to move onto the next city, and in three your alarm would go off to remind you to call Kyle before he went to work. There was no way you could miss that tomorrow, considering you'd slept through it that morning and had to call him on his lunch break instead.

As usual, there was his good night text sitting unanswered in your notifications. This time, though, the guilt that twisted up your insides was a little more intense.

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spencestyles · 3 years

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I’d do anything

summary: spencer is in love with y/n and y/n is in an abusice relationship. will spencer be able to save y/n? love her when she needs him most?

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

warnings: ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP DO NOT READ IF NOT COMFORTABLE READING THIS CONTENT, normal case violence

words: 4k+

please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the content of it abuse is a trigger. be mindful of this.

enjoy!!

SPENCER'S POV

"Guys this is my boyfriend, Owen," y/n said to the team on a night out.

For the longest time she and I have been best friends, nothing more. I have been in love with her for a while now, but I have always been too afraid to tell her. Now that she had a boyfriend, I knew I had lost my chances.

"Oh my gosh!" Penelope yelled. "It is so nice to finally meet you! y/n has told us so much about you!"

Owen smiled and gave y/n a side hug, "Hopefully all good things."

"Yes," JJ quickly said. "She makes you seem amazing. Hopefully you can live up to the expectations."

"Hopefully I do not disappoint," Owen replied.

The night continued with the team asking Owen questions. I had met Owen before and he truly was a nice guy. That was the worst part. However as the night continued, y/n acted strange and almost seemed afraid of Owen. She was acting timid, something she has never done, not even in front of an unsub.

Owen went to get y/n a drink so I decided it would be the perfect time to ask y/n, "Are you okay? You've been acting strange, is Owen hurting you?"

"What?" y/n laughed. "Spencer are you okay? Of course not. Owen and I are perfectly fine."

I sighed, "Okay, just checking. Are we still on for Dr Who tomorrow night?"

"When have I ever not showed up for Dr Who?" y/n retorted. "I will obviously come. Nothing can ever come between us and Dr Who."

Owen suddenly came up behind y/n, "Wait, you're hanging with Spencer tomorrow?" Owen asked aggressively. "I thought we were going to do something?"

y/n laughed, "I told you I can't ever hang on certain Fridays because I watch Dr Who with Spencer. I also never agreed to doing something together, I would have never forgotten a Dr Who watch party."

Owen glared at me. Obviously he was angry I was hanging out with y/n.

"I think it's time for us to leave," Owen said, grabbing y/n's arm very hard. "Say goodbye to your friends." Owen walked over to the table with y/n and put on a fake smile. As they walked out the door, I noticed y/n look back at me, tears in her eyes. Something was wrong.

The whole team was sitting at the table talking about something random when I decided to speak up, "How did you guys like Owen?"

A mix of complements were thrown by the girls, but the guys, they didn't seem too impressed. JJ, Emily, and Penelope, all went to get drinks while Rossi, Hotch, Derek, and I stayed at the table.

"What did you guys think of him?" I asked.

"I hated him," Derek said simply. "I saw the way y/n acted around him, much profilers the girls are. She's acting just like someone who has been manipulated and abused."

Hotch nodded, "I agree with Derek. I know we aren't supposed to profile team members, but the girls obviously don't see anything wrong."

"Are you guys sure?" Rossi asked. "I mean he seems very nice and maybe you all just think he is not good because you all wish y/n and Spencer were together."

The guys looked at me as I began to blush profusely, "I don't want to be with y/n that much anymore." They looked at me in disagreement. "Guys I'm serious, she has a boyfriend."

"Yeah and you don't like her," Rossi argued. "Just admit that you still have a crush on her and then if something really happens I will believe you."

"Fine," I sighed. "I still like y/n."

YOUR POV

"What the hell y/n," Owen screamed at you. "What the fuck is Dr Who night? You know I don't like him."

You choked a sob, "Owen it isn't like that. I don't like him, he's my best friend. Please don't hurt me."

"He obviously has something for you and you have something for him," He yelled.

"I d-don't lik-ke him Owen," I whispered. "I promise."

This had become your normal routine. Spencer or some other male would say something and Owen would go crazy. Especially about Spencer. Owen would yell at you and sometimes things would escalate. That unfortunately is how it went tonight.

It started with a push, then a slap. Sometimes it progressed more, but that was rare.

"We are going somewhere," Owen said.

You were being dragged out of the house, "Owen, what?"

"Well since you can't be obedient, I'm going to have to teach you somehow y/n."

And like that you were knocked out unconscious.

SPENCER'S POV

I walked into work carrying a coffee for both y/n and I. I decided to get her a coffee to apologize for last night's irrational decisions. I had come to the conclusion that Owen wasn't actually abusive, I was just jealous.

Derek and Hotch though, not so much.

"Baby girl, that guy is a grade A asshole," Derek said to Garcia. "Can you please just do one background check?"

Penelope sighed, "I can't do that Derek, I promised y/n I wouldn't look into him."

I decided to ignore the conversation and wait for y/n to come in for work. After about thirty minutes of waiting I decided to ask Hotch.

"Hey, is y/n coming in today?" I asked.

"Um, no," he said, pulling out his phone. "I got this strange text though, can you look through it."

"Yeah let me see," I said, walking over to where he set his phone down.

"Agent Hotchner, I will not be able to come into work tomorrow for the case. I have an issue with my tonsils. I am sorry." I recited. "I don't think y/n typed this, maybe we should send someone to her house and to Owen's house."

Hotch groaned, "I'll send Derek and JJ, I am hoping our next case doesn't become y/n. Please continue to look over the text and I'll have Garcia look into Owen."

I nodded and put the text onto the white board so I would be able to write on it.

"Hotch, look at this," I said, Hotch walking over to me. "First, y/n hasn't called you agent Hotchner since her first day here, she usually calls you Hotch or Aaron. Also, y/n got her tonsils removed when she was 7."

"Garcia, have you looked into Owen at all," Hotch asked.

"Yeah a little, but it's all normal," Garcia answered.

Hotch glared at her, "Not enough, do a full deep dive. I don't care what y/n told you not to do, he is hiding something and so is she."

Garcia nodded and went straight to work as Hotch's phone began to ring.

"Morgan, you're on speaker."

"Okay so y/n's apartment was spotless," Morgan said. "But it was also locked, so I don't think she went home to her apartment last night."

JJ began to add on, "Owen's apartment on the other hand, was a mess. Like it looked like there was a robbery of some form. Also, y/n's purse was there."

"Garcia what do you have on Owen?" Hotch asked.

"Owen Winters, he is 42 and from Southern California," Garcia began. "As a child CPS was contacted many times and it looks like his dad killed himself when he was 8. It looks like he has an extensive amount of charges for abuse and harassment, all from his ex-girlfriends."

"Do any of them live near?" I asked.

"Yes, boy wonder, 25 year-old Vanessa Montgomery works in a coffee shop near the white house," Penelope explained.

"What is the coffee shop?" I questioned.

"The Starbucks over on Pennsylvania Ave. near the White House," she answered. "Why?"

"I know her, she is the barista that always gets our order perfect," I replied.

"Morgan and JJ pick her up on your way back," Hotch ordered. "Owen Winters is our new unsub and y/n y/l/n is our newest victim."

I sighed as I began to prepare the questions for Vanessa. I looked over at y/n's desk and decided to start looking through it for any details.

As I walked over to the desk, I looked at the coffee on y/n's desk. I wanted to apologize for something that I was right about. Why didn't she tell me? was the only thing going through my head.

At her desk I noticed some things that I guess I hadn't seen before. On her desk she has four framed pictures. One of her, Hotch and Rossi. Another that was her and the girls. One that was of her, Derek and me, from one of the first cases we had together . The last one however, was the one I had never seen. It was a picture of y/n and me from when she took me to Colorado to ski and hike.

I smiled at the memory,

"Spencer, be careful," y/n yelled as I walked closer and closer to the edge of the cliff.

I laughed, "y/n I'll be fine! Come here, let's take a picture."

"Fine! Spencer I swear if I fall, you are coming down with me."

"For you, y/n, I'd do anything."

I then began to look deeper in her desk. I felt like I was violating y/n's personal space, but this needed to be done. As I looked through her drawers, I wasn't able to find anything that could help. Until I looked in the last drawer.

In this drawer, I found papers for a restraining order that had been filed and denied. y/n was trying to get away from Owen.

"Guys, I found something," I said yelling into the conference room. The team looked at me to continue, "y/n filed a restraining order on Owen but it was denied. The date was two months ago. I was thinking back and y/n has been acting a little strange for the past five months. Owen has to have her."

"Reid, we already established Owen has her, but this ensures that he was abusive," Hotch said.

Emily sighed, "The timeline makes sense. She has been hanging out with us less and she has worn more turtlenecks in the past five months than I have seen anyone ever wear."

"Yeah," Penelope said. "y/n has ditched us for girls night for the past few months. She also got mad at me at team dinner last night when I asked why she wasn't wearing something more revealing."

"Her smiles have been fake," I added. "She smiles at us all the time to brighten our days, but they haven't been as nice, welcoming."

"Well, Reid, it looks like you were correct," Rossi said.

"What do you mean?" JJ asked.

Derek laughed, "Last night when you three went off to get drinks, Reid told us he thought Owen was acting violent with y/n and thought she was acting strange. Hotch and I immediately agreed, but Rossi didn't seem convinced. Rossi thought Reid was just jealous because he has a crush on y/n and he doesn't realize she likes him."

"Derek, not the time," I said sternly.

Emily laughed, "I can't believe you of all people couldn't see it Spencer. y/n is hopelessly in love with you and now she is dating a scumbag because she doesn't think you like her."

I sighed as I began to look over where y/n could be located, thinking about the idea of dating y/n wouldn't help us find her. We had made little progression on this, but we knew it had to be somewhere with significance to either one of them or both of them.

I decided to ask Garcia, "Garcia, have you made any progress on where y/n could be?"

"Yes 187, it looks like Owen owns a small cabin around half an hour from here," Garcia said.

"Okay let's go now," Hotch told us.

Garcia gasped, "Wait there is a live feed. I'm putting it up on the screen."

The video was horrific. y/n was tied to a chair looking almost dead. She had blood falling from above her head and looked like she had been through hell.

"Hello BAU," Owen said to the camera. "I have your dear y/n, but you wont be able to get her. y/n will never be out of my sight ever again. I will not have Dr. Spencer Reid ruin our relationship."

"It's not your fault Spence," y/n said to the camera. My heart clenched. She was in pain and I couldn't be there to help her.

"He is the one in the way of our relationship y/n," Owen yelled. "Of course it is his fault."

"Spencer isn't the issue with our relationship Owen," y/n yelled back. "You are."

Hotch started to grab his things, "She shouldn't have said that, we need to leave now. She is already in danger."

We all ran to the SUVs. I went in a car with Derek and Hotch. Derek drove and broke every traffic law imaginable, making the thirty minute car ride less than twenty. The three of us grabbed out vests and began to run to the cabin.

Suddenly, Hotch stopped me, "Spencer it isn't safe for you to be there."

"Hotch I have to go," I protested.

"Spencer, you are the reason she is there," Hotch said. "It may be Owen's fucked up mind, but you are the trigger that made him angry. y/n loves you more than him and he noticed and now we're here. Stay outside." I decided to not fight and stay outside to wait for the other team members. The other SUV pulled up quickly after us.

"Jesus Christ, that was the fastest I've ever driven," Emily complained. "Spencer what are you doing out here?"

"Morgan and Hotch already moved in, Hotch doesn't want me inside," I explained.

"I'll stay out here with you Kid," Rossi said. I nodded in thanks as I watched Emily and JJ run to the cabin. I stood staring at the cabin. Time had become slow motion. It felt like an eternity watching the movement inside.

I heard Derek yell from the cabin, "MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC!" I immediately ran into the cabin. I looked over and saw y/n in Derek's arms, barely breathing. I heard Owen yelling at me, but couldn't focus on anything besides y/n.

"y/n," I said, moving to where I was holding her head. "y/n, I need you to listen to me. I love you, I always have and I am so sorry I never told you."

"Sir, we need you to move," the medic said, trying to move y/n onto the stretcher. I began to move when I felt someone grab my hand. I looked down and noticed it was y/n. She gave my hand three squeezes. I Love You.

With y/n on her way to the hospital and Owen getting taken back to Quantico, Derek, JJ, and I all went to the hospital to keep tabs on y/n while the others closed the case.

I sat in my chair nervous out of my mind. Derek sat next to me trying to calm me down and JJ was across from me.

"Spencer, you need to calm down," Derek told me.

"I can't calm down Derek, y/n could die," I said frantically.

JJ began to laugh, "Did you know the other day y/n told Emily, Penelope, and I, that she wanted kids? Can you imagine that? y/n with kids?"

A tear trickled down my face, "She always told me she wanted two kids, one boy and one girl. y/n would be a great mother."

Derek laughed, "The thing that would make y/n such a great mother if her kids were also yours Pretty Boy. I have known since the beginning you two would have pretty kids." I laughed, but also glared at him.

"y/n y/l/n?" The doctor called. The three of us stood up and the doctor began to walk towards us, "y/n is out of surgery. It was touch and go for a while, but she is stable. There were many noticeable signs of abuse that were old, she has a broken harm and three broken fingers, all of which are old."

I let out a shaky breath, "When can I- we see her?"

"I can only let one person in at a time and I doubt she is awake," the doctor explained. JJ and Derek looked at me, signaling me to go to y/n's room. I followed the doctor to her room.

"It might be a little much to see, she may not look like herself. She is very, very fragile and has wires attached to her," the doctor said before opening the door for me. Walking into the room, the environment was tense. y/n was laying in the hospital bed with wires attached to her and much of her body was wrapped up from the surgery and from her injuries.

I went over and sat next to her bed, grabbing onto her hand, "y/n, you can't hear me but I am here. It's Spencer. I am so glad you are okay, but why didn't you tell me about Owen? I could have done something. WE could have done something. I am just so glad you are safe."

For the rest of the time, I sat there watching her sleep. Not in a creepy way, but to make sure she was safe. I was so pissed at myself for not realizing what Owen was doing earlier. I should have been able to see the warning signs. Some of them were subtle, when she wouldn't hang out with the team or was constantly checking her phone. But some of them should have been immediate red flags, the flinching in front of the unsub or how she always wore clothes to cover herself. I should have known. The team should have known.

I felt y/n's hand move and saw her shift, "Spencer?" she asked.

"y/n," I said breathlessly. "I am right here, but I need to go get a nurse. You are at the hospital, Owen hurt you."

I started standing up to leave, "Spence, no. Don't leave me."

I sighed, looking at her disheveled features, "y/n, I will be right back. You need to see a nurse."

Walking out of the room was painful, hearing her sobs in fear of being hurt again. It pained me to know I was leaving her when she needed me, again.

I walked over to her nurse, "Um y/n y/l/n has woken up, I thought you should know." The nurse said her thanks and walked with me to y/n's room. As we walked in, the sound of y/n's labored breaths became more noticeable.

"Miss y/l/n, we need you to calm down," the nurse said, running to y/n's bedside.

Immediately, I walked over to y/n and held her hand. "Sir, you need to exit the room," the nurse said, ushering me away from y/n. At that moment I didn't know what was worse, hearing y/n's cries or feeling so helpless in the situation.

Suddenly, I felt a presence next to me, "Reid, you need to leave, it's not good for you here."

Derek.

"Derek, I-I-I can't just leave," I stuttered. "I need to be there to help, she's all alone."

"Kid, you need to shower," Derek said.

"No, Derek you don't understand," I said angrily. "I can't just leave her here again. I didn't notice when she was hurt and I need to show that I care."

Derek sighed, "Reid, she knows. She's not going to hate you. No one knew that she was going through that. It's not your fault."

I was about to say something when I say y/n being moved out of her room by doctors, "What is going on?" I asked.

"Miss y/l/n is getting taken back into surgery," the doctor said. "We don't know what happened." I began to hyperventilate. I was freaking out. y/n wasn't alright. She was going to die.

As I began to sob, Derek pulled me into a hug, "She is going to be alright man. You'll get to see her again and talk to her and finally ask her on a date. Does that sound good?"

I unconvincingly nodded my head.

"No, Spencer, don't do that," he said. "Don't doubt the doctors and think about the statistics, y/n is not a statistic."

I nodded, wiping my eyes.

"There you go," Derek smirked. "Now, go take a shower at your house so y/n wont shy away at your scent. Also, maybe get her some flowers. She likes-"

"Pink roses," I interrupted, laughing. "Pink roses are the most difficult flowers to find."

Derek laughed, "At least try to find them."

"For her," I began. "I'd do anything."

After that, I ran to the SUV to head to Quantico and get my car. The car ride felt like forever and I wasn't excited for the possibility of seeing Owen. Thankfully, I didn't see Owen between the time of dropping off the SUV and going to the parking lot to get my car. The car ride to my apartment was short, thank God. I decided to take a quick shower, just wanting to freshen up. I got dressed in my home clothes, which were in fact different from my work clothes, contrary to the belief of most of my team members.

I made it to the flower shop that was down the street from my apartment. I was usually able to find at least one pink rose here, but it was typically very difficult.

"Hello," the shop owner said. "We are close to closing Spencer. Do you need anything in specific?"

"Pink roses," I stated.

The owner laughed, "I'll have to check the back, but don't get your hopes up."

I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up, but I couldn't help myself. y/n loves pink roses and I love y/n.

The owner came back, "You my kind sir, are in good luck. We had one bouquet left of pink roses in the back."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," I said, pulling out my money. The owner nodded as I ran out the door to my car.

Speeding to the hospital, I made it to the waiting room. In the waiting room, I couldn't find the team. They were all there, but they weren't in the waiting room. I decided to go to y/n's room and see if they were near there.

Walking to y/n's room, I heard laughter. I looked into the room and saw the team in there along with y/n, smiling. I knocked on the door and slowly opened it.

"Spence," y/n smiled. "I missed you."

"Well I should get going," JJ began. "I need to go see my boys."

The rest of the team followed with their excuses for leaving y/n and I alone.

"H-hi y/n," I stuttered. "I brought you flowers, h-how are you?"

"I am as good as I can be," y/n laughed, obviously compensating the pain. "Thank you for the flowers Spence, I can't believe you could find them at this hour. You have always told me-"

"10 AM is the best time to buy pink roses," I interrupted. "Sorry."

"It's okay Spence, how are you?" She asked.

"Not that great," I said honestly. "Why didn't you tell us y/n?"

y/n sighed, "It was hard Spencer. I already barely had time alone with you guys and I didn't want to ruin it. Owen was also very scary- a mad man. I felt hopeless Spence, I didn't know what to do. I mean I've seen situations like this all the time in cases, but when it was actually happening I felt like there was nothing to do."

I held on to y/n's hand, giving it small kisses while she continued to talk me through her feelings, "and Spencer, I don't want to be alone tonight. Do you think you could stay?"

"Of course y/n," I answered.

"Thanks Spence, you're the best," she said. We continued to sit in a comfortable silence, watching the new episode of Dr Who on the small television in the corner of the room when y/n spoke up again, "Did you mean it?"

"Did I mean what?" I asked, hoping she didn't mean my love confession.

y/n looked at me, knowing I was avoiding the topic, "When you said you love me Spencer. Did you mean it?"

"Yes," I answered.

"I love you too," She said.

I smiled, "Maybe once you're better Icantakeyoutodinner?"

"Spencer say it slower and I'll answer," y/n laughed. "I couldn't understand you."

"Once you're better maybe I can take you out to dinner?" I asked.

"Of course," y/n said. "But no Indian, if we are going on a date I want to go out somewhere. I want to feel pretty."

"To me, you are the most beautiful girl in the world," I said.

y/n blushed profusely, "I still can't believe you found those pink roses! I bet you had to look all over."

"I did, but for you, I'd do anything."

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