#but I’m planning on having an emergency bag in the car in case that happens

[imnotasuperhero]

Look into my eyes (search your soul)

Wanda maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your love for Wanda could make you go the distance and more, just to see her happy. 

A/N: PART 3 IS HERE! WOOP WOOP!!

This one was... special? Idk. I felt like it was time to deep into the story since next part was planned to be the last one, but knowing me, this series will extend lmao. Truth be told, I have no ways to explain this, just wanted to play a little with the hearts out there readibg this (an mine too). There’s a little part suggesting fun times, tho it’s nothing hard, so I’ll bold it so you can skip it if you want.Anyways, enjoy!

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX

“Wanda!”

The redhead stopped her task at hand and held onto the crumpled shirt tightly.

“What happened?” She asked with fear.

“We’re going home!!” Wanda grunted as her whole body relaxed at your words. She could barely hide the smile wanting to appear at the toothy grin you gave her.

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N,” she faked annoyance while closing the zip of her duffel bag before walking towards her sleeping babies. “But wait,” she looked around the room, confused. “We need their-”

“I’ve got everything planned,” she heard your voice behind her and froze in place when she felt your arms locking around her waist as you placed a kiss on her head.

But before she could start to wander into the forming thought, you moved away. “I’ll go get them.”

You fasted your pace, leaving a mumbling Wanda behind.

‘Just tell her already. I can’t be more idiotic’ you reprimanded yourself for such action. Natasha’s words started to replay in your mind over and over.

Once you reached your car, you allowed yourself to lean against the door and breathe. ‘She’s not mine.’ You repeated once again. No matter how bad you wanted for her to be, she had her family and you weren’t part of it.

Gathering the courage to fake your feelings, you tightened your grip on the babies’ car seats and walked to the new family waiting for their ride home.

The ride to Wanda’s home was… calm. At least outside your mind.

“You make it seem so easy,” Wanda woed, seeing you take the babies off the car.

“I had a bit of experience,” you shrugged at her words, trying not to focus on the burning on your back.

“Let me help,” Wanda extended one arm, intending to grab one of the twins’ seats.

“Nope,” you swiftly moved Tommy away from her reach. “You can’t force yourself, Wanda.” You walked past her, carefully placing the babies on the floor before you looked for the door keys Wanda gave you in case of emergencies. 

You didn’t know why you kept torturing yourself.  You could easily busy yourself with your own life… God knows your job wasn't easy peasy most of the time and the projects required time. And taking care of two newborns… wasn't really smart.

You weren't even related to them.

But these past days only served for you to fall in love with those little humans. 

Every moment you tended to them, you couldn’t help your heart growing ten times. The way they looked at you when you softly spoke to them filled your inside with something warm and cozy.

Every second you held them against your chest while you lulled them to sleep was… their warm breaths against your skin was something you never wished to experience, but now you didn’t want it any other way. And now…

Now you understood what people meant when they said babies could melt the coldest heart.

But before you could dwell too deep into the stormy feelings inside you, Natasha’s words played loud enough.

“She has her husband. She doesn’t need you.”

Standing up from your working table, you marched towards the bathroom at the time you sent a text to the redhead. 

‘I’m in. Pick me up in an hour.’

Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you nodded approvingly before walking outside. Maybe tonight would be a night to remember. Or not.

Stepping into the club, you giggled at Natasha’s hand holding yours to guide you through the bodies flooding the dancefloor.

“There she is!” Bucky walked happily towards you, picking you up in the air. “About time you showed up.”

Giggling, you fidget in his arms until you felt the floor under your feet. “Working the big leagues is not easy job,” you shrugged before hugging each of your friends.

“Oh yeah. I’ve heard Mr. Peters can be a pain in the ass.” Steve commented sipping his beer.

Accepting the offered drink, you thanked the redhead before taking a sip. “He’s one of the worst clients I’ve had so far.” You grunted, leaning against the wall a few meters away from the sweaty bodies. “He even requested for an on-scale plant floor.”

“Wait. An actual scale model? With small furniture and details and-”

“Yep,” you cut the brunette, sipping from your drink once again.

“Enough of adult life,” Natasha rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed by the busy life of her friends. “I say we enjoy tonight and forget about our duties.” Nat started to dance dangerously close to you.

“Imma need more alcohol for this,” you spoke loudly in her ear. “Lead the way, I’ll meet you there,” you breathed deeply at the sensation taking over you.

And true to your words, you swallowed a shot before you walked to the group with a brand new drink in hand that was taken away by a tall blonde.

Giggling, you turned to Natasha as the redhead swayed her hips against yours and before you could react, your hands found her hips, following her movements. You deserved to have fun.

After a few, the flowing drinks and the sweaty bodies around you intoxicated the air you breathed and what started with a playful dance with Natasha became something that only heated you up the more you moved against her.

Turning around, Natasha stood up accepting the drink Maria offered. “You know,” the redhead leaned against you, practically shouting in your ear over the loud music. “I didn’t tell you, but you look good tonight.” 

“Why don’t you do something about it?” You surprised yourself saying, holding your breath as those green eyes widened at your words.

Before you could fix your slip, the straight line on Natasha’s lips turned into a smirk.

“Your place or mine?”

Looking at those glistening eyes under you, you scolded yourself for thinking they weren’t the right shade of green you craved for. And before you could get lost in your mind, you leaned down to kiss an expecting Natasha, smirking when your thigh hit her in the right spot, making her moan deeply in your mouth.

“You’re beautiful,” you vowed before you started to travel down, rediscovering her body once again, like a sailor that finally reached his port after a long time away.

And even though you knew she wasn’t her, you made love to the redhead in your bed. You made sure she was well taken care of, for a woman like her deserved only the best.

And your hips stopped dancing against hers only when you knew Natasha had come down from her high, looking deeply into her eyes.

“You never cease to impress me,” the redhead winked at you, laughing alongside you.

“What can I say? It’s all about the confidence,” you leaned down to kiss her one last time before you plopped beside her, placing your head on your propped arm, admiring her features. “I mean it,”

Frowning, Natasha turned her body to have a better look at you. “What?”

“You’re beautiful,” you shrugged, taking the lock that fell on her face, placing it softly behind her ear.

“Don’t let Wanda hear you,” she smirked at your grunt.

“Why,” you hid your face in your pillow, regretting your words.

“Lyubov,” your body shrugged at the finger drawing patterns on your naked body, and you allowed yourself to enjoy it. “What you both have it’s not healthy.”

Turning your face to the side, you just sighed.

“There’s nothing between us, Nat.” You closed your eyes at the soothing feeling on your lower back, going all the way up and down again.

“It’s not what your heart thinks,” she pointed.

Sighing, you sat up, not caring Natasha could see your naked chest.

“It’s not easy. You should know about it.”

“No.” The redhead stopped you, imitating your stance. “What Maria and I have it’s different.”

“Is it?” You scrunched your nose, thinking of the looks both women gave each other during the night.

“Okay, maybe we can work it out. But you, my friend…” Natasha stood up and walked towards the bathroom, letting you admire her naked body, which you happily enjoyed. “You really need to make up your mind,” the redhead spoke from behind the door.

You knew she was right. Your heart wasn’t made of iron, and the cracks were already starting to show. Maybe it was time for you to let her go. Maybe it was best if you helped her as a babysitter from time to time and nothing else. After all, she had her family waiting for her after a long day while you had... nothing.

The collision of a t-shirt against your head brought you back to place, frowning at Natasha, who now sported one of your baggy shirts, getting into bed.

Silently following her unspoken indication, you put on clean panties and hurriedly threw the shirt over your head, joining her in the warmth your bed provided.

“Ease your mind?” Natasha opened her arms, signaling you to snuggle against her. “There’ll be time for that tomorrow.” She kissed your head before tightening her hold.

Letting your body give up to the warmth involving you, you placed your arm over Natasha’s stomach, hugging her. “Thank you.”

But before she could answer, her phone started ringing.

Answering the call, she looked at you with one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows up. “It’s for you.”

Timidly taking the phone, you spoke to the other end of the line.

“Y/N,” your body froze at the voice.

“What’s wrong?” You sat up in bed, looking at an equally worried Natasha.

“Please, come home?” The pain in her voice was enough to get you on your feet, rushing to reach your pants.

“I’ll be there in 10.”

Returning the phone to its owner, you rummaged through your closet, finally deciding for sweatpants. 

“You can sleep here,” you kissed Natasha’s forehead.

Sighing, the redhead watched you leave. Always the knight in shining armor.

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[fullmoans]

Home is a Fire | Part 3

They left Stiles out because they knew the nogitsune would tear him apart, but now the nogitsune is gone and Stiles can feel the nemeton telling him it isn’t over — not for him. And maybe not for Derek either.

It was just after noon when Stiles pulled up to a small gas station a few blocks from the address his dad texted him for Derek’s house. He needed gas, a sandwich, and a plan. Would Peter have any idea how to contact Cora? It’s not like they were close. Had Derek ever gotten back into a semi-consistent contact with her? After a few minutes, his tank was full and he’d grabbed a cold sandwich from the store.

The new Hale house was very similar to his fathers’. A simple, two story home likely built in the early 90’s. He noticed multiple locks on the door when he knocked.

“No one’s home,” he heard Peter call, though the locks clicked open one-by-one just a moment later. “Ah, my favorite.” Stiles stared at him. In the back of his mind, he wondered what had changed him so deeply that he didn’t have a sarcastic remark even for Peter Hale.

“We have to find Cora.” Stiles walked past Peter until he found a small living room and sat down. “When’s the last time you heard from her?” Looking around the room, he noticed Eli was sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. His attention was pulled up, curious about the new guest in their home.

“I know that Derek had gotten back into contact with her but I’m not the biggest family man these days. He did say she had given him a phone, in case of emergencies only, but I don’t know where he would’ve kept it.”

“What do you want to know about Cora?” Eli’s full attention had shifted to Stiles and Peter now.

“I need to talk to her. It’s important,” Stiles said. He didn’t want to give up too much information to Eli. Getting his own hopes up was one thing but he wouldn’t let Eli think there was a chance until he was sure. Eli seemed to be thinking, deciding whether to trust Stiles with some information he knew, and Stiles took the time to really look at him. He saw so much of himself in Derek’s son. There was an expression on his face that he couldn’t hide – one that Stiles knew well. That was the face of someone who liked getting himself into trouble. “You’re the kid with my Jeep right?” Eli met his eyes then.

“I’m just taking care of it. I get it if you want it back.”

“That Jeep is the last thing my mother left me. She meant everything to me. I know a little about what you’re going through and when I was lost most, when I couldn’t find a reason to keep going, fixing her was something I could focus on. In a way, she gave me a purpose every time that I wasn’t sure if I could live without my mom. As long as you keep her running, she can be your purpose too.” After he spoke, Stiles broke Eli’s eye contact. He could feel tears in his eyes and see them reflected in the kid’s. It was silent for a moment.

Eli spoke more enthusiastically this time. “Dad and I had a plan if anything ever happened to us. We were supposed to meet up in the garage and then we’d leave town and go to Cora’s. He kept a duffle bag there – he called it our ‘go bag.’” He got up and took a few steps towards Stiles. “I can show you where it is. I should’ve called her anyway.”

Stiles considered Eli’s offer. He didn’t want to get the kid involved in whatever he was doing but it didn’t seem like there was another option. Peter wasn’t fighting to take him there instead. Peter, well Peter seemed to have completely disappeared from the room. Stiles spun around but there was no sign of him. He sighed. “Okay, my car’s out front.”

“Are you kidding? We’re taking the Jeep.”

Xx

It was so unusual for Stiles to sit in the passenger side of the Jeep. He had forgotten how rough it was on even the smoothest of roads and being in the passenger seat, not being able to feel the engine from the pedal, emphasized every bump. Still, he enjoyed the breeze on their short ride over to the garage. When they parked, he studied the kid again. ‘He’s so much like me,’ he thought. ‘I bet he gave Derek Hell.’

“What?” Eli asked, when Stiles didn’t make any move to get out of the car.

“What happened to your mother? You don’t have to answer –”

“She was killed.” Stiles nodded, not wanting to push him, but he kept going. “I was a baby so I don’t remember any of it. Apparently, Dad had gone to live with Cora and her pack. He met my mom in Cora’s pack – said she reminded him of an old friend. I got a lot of her features, that’s why I only really have Dad’s hair. One morning, him and Cora had taken me so that my mom could catch up on some sleep. A few rogue hunters attacked. When Dad and Cora got back, the pack had killed the hunters, but not before one of them killed her. That’s the way he told the story to me, at least. I never really knew her.”

All Stiles could think was how hard that must’ve been on Derek. All of his life, he had been through so many shitty things. If there was a god, they really had it out for Derek Hale. “He was lucky to have you,” Stiles said.

“I don’t know. Sometimes I pushed him too far, I think.”

“When my mom died, I pushed my dad. I snuck out every night. Once, I overheard him talking about a body in the woods and I made Scott come out, in the middle of the night, and try to find it with me. That’s how Scott got turned. Anyway, I gave him so much shit. Still, he always said I reminded him of my mom. He said it hurt less to lose her because he got to have me. I know Derek would’ve thought the same.”

It was silent again, until Stiles opened his door. He heard Eli’s door open too and followed him into the garage. “He talked about you,” Eli said.

“I talked about him, too. I should’ve talked to him, instead.”

Xx

Eli left Stiles standing in the middle of the garage. He’d gone into an office where he said Derek hid important things. He came back with a duffle bag that was almost half his size. “This is the bag. I’ve never looked inside of it – always thought it was probably boring stuff like my birth certificate.”

Stiles laughed. It was a small, short laugh, but still something he didn’t do a lot these days. With a smile still on his face, he kneeled down as Eli dropped the bag. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Eli was smiling too.

The bag did have a lot of boring stuff. Eli was right about the birth certificate – it was in a big file folder which had the deed to the land of the Hale House, a few old car titles, and more papers. There were also a few pairs of pants and approximately 20 black shirts. There was a smaller black bag at the bottom which Stiles pulled out and unzipped. Inside were 3 burner phones, all turned off. He switched each of them on and looked through the contacts. One had names he knew – Malia, Peter, his Dad, and Scott. One had Deaton and a bunch of names he didn’t know. Family friends, maybe. Maybe other packs Derek had come across. The last one that he turned on had only a single number in it. There wasn’t a name on this contact but he knew it had to be Cora. He pocketed this one, turned the rest back off, zipped the bag, and put Derek’s ‘go bag’ back together. “Got it,” he said.

Eli took the bag back to where he’d gotten it from before returning. On the way out, Stiles noticed that Eli was putting a code into the office door. He hadn’t been paying enough attention before. “You keep it locked?”

“Yeah, no particular reason. Dad’s big on security. The code’s 7687-9653 if you need to get back in. The numbers spell ‘sour wolf.’ Some kind of joke he always set his passwords to.” Eli passed Stiles on the way to the Jeep because Stiles had stopped walking. He’d made the wrong choice when he left. Lydia had been everything he told himself he wanted ever since he could remember and she’d become smarter, stronger, and even more beautiful with every passing day back then. And yet, it was so obvious now that he’d made the wrong choice. “You coming?”

“I need to take a walk.” Stiles said, making his voice loud enough for the feet between them now. “Thanks for your help, Eli. Cora should hear what happened from me so I’ll call her. I’ll drop the phone off to you later in case you want to talk to her, too.”

He could feel Eli’s eyes on him as he walked away. Still, he needed to be alone and he didn’t want Eli to hear what he had to say to Cora.

Xx

Cora picked up before the first ring finished.

“Derek? What happened?” She said, immediately.

“Hey Cora, it’s Stiles,” He said so softly he worried she didn’t hear him. She didn’t respond. “I’m sorry, Cora.”

“What happened to him?” She whispered back

“He sacrificed himself to save everyone else. He did save everyone else.”

“Of course he did.”

“Cora, I know this isn’t the right time to be asking you for a favor, but I was hoping you might be able to help me. Deaton said Talia kept information on your family, Beacon Hills, and the nemeton. If any of it survived the fire, I need to know where it is now.”

“You don’t think he’s dead, do you?”

“I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up,” Stiles said, avoiding answering the question. The answer was simple though – no, he didn’t think Derek was dead. Not for good, anyway.

“We re-built the library. Before Derek came to live with me, we re-built it underneath our house. The door is under the wolfsbane. Everything that was left and everything that we’ve found since – it’s all there… Don’t tell Eli about this. It wouldn’t be fair to him,” She finished. Of course they’d built a secret bunker underneath the Hale house. Of course they would.

“I told him I’d give him this phone after we spoke. No matter what I find, he’s going to need you. Scott is a good leader when he needs to be, but he doesn’t believe in the pack like Derek did.”

“Give me a week,” Cora said and hung up.

Stiles looked up at the afternoon sky. It was going to start getting dark soon. If he headed towards the Hale House now, he could reach it before the sun went down, but he’d have to go home in the dark. He pocketed the phone and started walking. Walking through the woods, the sky darkening, headed to find a secret buried under wolfsbane on Hale land, he felt like he was 16 again.

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[reginalechner]

The Purchase Of A Van To Make An Rv Conversion (A Beginner's Guide)

Find out more about the best car to reside in. If you've got some idea of the van you want to buy, it is time to begin looking! The first step is to start with some general tips, then move on to the process of evaluating the campervan you want to live in.

General Tips When Making the Decision to Buy A Van

Mindset!

The way you think about buying a van is just as crucial as the other aspects of the plan. Each step is important to take a step back and take a look at your overall goals and the big overall picture.

Avoid becoming attached to any particular vehicle. Humans, when we focus all of our attention on a single thing, it can control our thoughts and alter our reality. You may allow "the person" go in the event that you do not act fast enough. However, if you begin your search too quickly you're less likely that you will find the right person.

Be aware that private sellers may not be honest when you are considering used cars.

I'm of the opinion that the majority of people are nice people, but that doesn't mean that you shouldn't protect yourself from people trying to sneak up over you.

The biggest thing is to not get frustrated when someone doesn't to a question or meet up with you. If you're getting over 25% of the time this is better than I usually get in the market for used items!

Mileage How many miles are too many?

This issue is too much focus in my opinion! While it is important to have a good mileage, the condition is just as important. A well maintained vehicle at 200K miles will treat you better than 100K miles of driving hard and uncared for. If your car isn't prone to breaking down at a higher mileage then you must follow the regular inspection procedure.

Nevertheless, any vehicle with an annual mileage of 200K or more is an option worth looking at. While older vehicles might require more care, it's uncommon to have fuel pumps, wheel bearings, and other minor repairs. These aren't unforeseen costs and can keep you on the road for a long duration if you budget your money well.

If you're mechanically inclined you can push that number and If you don't want to handle maintenance go for a certified-used option from a dealership.

Budget

When purchasing a used car we aren't usually a fan of the idea of financing. If you don't have a unique situation in which you are able to make a significant amount of money driving but have to move in a hurry, it makes sense to invest your money with an emergency fund prior to making the decision to commit to a lifestyle.

If you're thinking about financing, you're likely setting the bar too high. Leasing is worse as you should not make any major modifications to a vehicle that you don't already own.

Consider an emergency fund when you're looking at vans. Although there are many opinions on the subject it's important to keep an emergency fund available in the event that something unexpected happens while traveling.

Age of the vehicle

There are several aspects to consider when deciding on the age of the van you want to purchase. Modern vehicles are generally safer all around. More crumple zones, better air bags, and safer breaking systems.

Any vehicle in the US manufactured between 1996 and up will have OBD II, which makes diagnosing easier.

Old vehicles are easier to repair, but they also break more often and generally have longer maintenance intervals. It is possible to get a manual if you are adept at ensuring you are maintaining a high quality of preventative maintenance.

In certain cases older vans can have their own issues.

Rust

This headache is so severe that it deserves its own category. When dealing with body rust, it can cause headaches. The process of removing corrosion is never easy and requires more time than you think.

It's also harder to maintain when you have rust. The hope that you won't break a bolt when changing your shocks can be an additional level of hassle that you're not likely to think about when buying a rusty van. Be cautious when buying rusty vans as it is an issue you are unable to reverse the clock.

Specific issues for vehicles

If you are deciding on an automobile or one that has caught your eye, you ought to conduct some research on the internet to identify specific issues related to that vehicle's model and year. You'll be amazed by how difficult these problems are to solve if you take a look at the comments posted on forums.

For example, the motors in 1996 Ford are amazing, but in 1997 they switched to the Triton motor, which could blast spark plugs.

Re-sale value

Should you think about re-sales cost to finance your construction? We believe that any additional money you intend to make on top of the conversion should not be considered into consideration as part of the construction project.

For those who only want to reside in a van for an entire year or so, we like to consider the van as an affordable extended vacation expense. If you want to stay permanently in a van, it shouldn't be the top item on your priority list.

Vehicle Inspection

It's understandable that this can be intimidating, especially if it's your first time buying from a private vendor. Be aware that at any point of the process, if feel uncomfortable, it's completely acceptable to get out of the way and start again in a new vehicle.

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[potterandpromises]

The Many Vortexes of Autumn: Chapter 3

Unbeknownst to the Time Team, a 20 year old David Rittenhouse catches a stray bullet on an otherwise average mission. When Lucy, Flynn, Rufus and Jiya return to 2018, they find Rittenhouse annulled along with all record of Lucy’s existence. Flynn goes home. Lucy tries to distance herself. Fate has other plans and three mouths later, so does Lorena.

{Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} Also on AO3

Lorena had a plan. The plan involved getting her ducks in a row and emotionally fulfilling sex. The plan did not involve a lighting strike obliterating a power pole.

“It looks like a snake trying to intimidate it’s enemies,” Iris observes from the porch, as if of an abstract painting. “Or like one of those things outside of car dealerships.”

Lorena keeps both hands firmly on her daughter's shoulders, in case she gets any bright ideas like her father, or she needs to shield her from an explosion. A scenario which seems highly unlikely, based on the lack of urgency from the first responders. One stands a dozen feet from the dancing blue, hands on hips. Lorena can’t be sure from this distance, but she thinks he’s shaking his head at the absurdity of it all.

“Come on,” she says. “It’s too cold and wet to stay outside in your pajamas.”

Iris could have satisfied her curiosity through the window. Lorena wouldn’t have let her open the door if she’d asked, but she didn’t ask, and Lucy was next to her, so she let her kid have those few extra steps beyond what made her comfortable.

Iris glances up at her, forlorn, and kicks halfheartedly at the concrete. “But I want to watch the firefighters.”

“You can watch from inside.”

“Fine.” Begrudgingly, Iris opens the door and stomps her unlaced sneakers on the front mat.

Maybe it’s perfectly reasonable to watch from this distance with no cover and she needn’t have given it a second thought. Half a dozen of their neighbors stand on their porches. One walks down the sidewalk welding a camera wrapped in a plastic bag. Perhaps her instincts are misaligned. There’s nothing like having your kid decide to run away— however temporarily intended— actually go through with it, and almost get shot to make one reconsider every little parenting decision.

Lucy stares ahead, too. Mentally elsewhere, she makes no move to follow Iris inside. She’d stayed out when Lorena and Garcia went upstairs, to check on Iris and change clothes respectively. Lorena taps her shoulder, finds her sleeve damp from blusters.

Lucy startles, a half-hop. Her fingers curl into themselves, and down her arms go, pinned to the sides of her ribcage. She looks up at Lorena, searches.

“Are you okay?” She keeps her tone light, causal.

“I’m fine, it’s just—” Lucy gestures with one hand, fingers splaying. Her other hand finds her collarbone. Her fist closes as if to hold a necklace she doesn’t have. “This isn’t normal, right?”

“It isn’t,” she agrees.

They step inside. Iris already stands by the kitchen window, as close to the action as the countertop allows.

“But it happened on our street, so I shouldn’t be surprised, right?” It’s a turn of phrase, nothing more. But she likes that word ‘our’ in Lucy’s mouth.

Something crosses her face. Discomfort. Lorena looked too long, maybe, too eagerly, or else Lucy noticed her own word choice and thinks she’s misspoken. Regardless, she looks away, looks at the floor.

Lorena reaches out, swipes her thumb over Lucy’s forearm. “I’m going to see about Garcia," she says. "I think we’re going to be down here for the night, or at least until he’s decompressed and Iris gets sleepy.” She hesitates. “You’re welcome to sit with us, if you’re staying up, but, um, change into dry clothes first.”

Through the window, emergency vehicles dimly light Lucy’s surprise. It’s a muted version of what’s so sharply familiar from those first few days after she got out of the hospital, when she needed a lot of help but seemed to expect none. Today, rather then unease, curiously is in her dark eyes.

“We would appreciate it," Lorena adds.

Is that, like, way too much? She doesn’t think it is. A weird thing to say, maybe, because there’s actually no evidence to suggest Garcia would appreciate it, based on his behavior tonight, anyway; although she knows for him Lucy’s proximity is like morphine for the recently impaled.

She turns towards the stairs, hindering Lucy's chance to reply, She moves quickly, misses one step in the dark, and doesn’t slow until she’s at the bedroom door.

Garcia sits on the edge of their bed, his hair ruffled, a small towel in hand. He’s changed into a burgundy turtleneck. Next to him, a flashlight illuminates the closet door.

“Iris?”

“She’s fine.” Lorena closes the door. “She’s downstairs with Lucy now. She was actually asleep when it happened. I found her sitting up in bed rubbing her eyes, wondering if she’d dreamed it.”

Instead of a bedtime, Iris has lights out. They made that decision a few years ago, in order to save their sanities, after she began to insist she didn't sleep, not ever, would only stare at the ceiling extremely bored until the sun rose. Never mind that Lorena woke her up for school every morning.

She told him that story, and others, on the drive home, caught him up on his life. Or, the life of his counterpart? She can’t always find the right language for all this. 

“Are you feeling better?” As much as she hated it, she hopes the impulse— the danger, the water— helped him.

He balls up the towel and tosses it into his clothes hamper. “More or less.”

“Good.”

He's attracted to violence and danger. He's good at it, too, really truly good. War makes him feel helpful, so he's made that vocation his fate. The fact his vocation consistently leads him to make choices that harm himself has thus far been the hardest thing for her to accept within their marriage. It's harder then the post traumatic stress and the years of Iris’ childhood he lost to Rittenhouse. It's harder then when Iris was five and Lorena felt ready to suffer another pregnancy, and he told her he no longer felt any desire for a second child.

She has accepted it, has checked in again and again and found she still prefers being with him over not. But on their way home, she told him he'd gone back to his old profession for a while, and he scoffed, as if the update were about someone else entirely. She hopes that attitude will stick, this time. Of course—she couldn’t ever forget— that focused helpfulness is also what made her want him in the first place, so.

She crosses the flashlight’s beam and stands in front of him. He gives her his undivided, tired stare.

“Lucy needs to understand that she’s welcome to stay. Ideally she’d hear it from both of us, but I’ll talk to her about it regardless,” she pauses, “whenever we have electricity again and she looks less like a pitiful kitten.”

He nods once, in acceptance but not necessarily agreement.

She hesitates. “I’ll leave the romance out of it unless or until you’re okay with it.”

"I could have handled that a lot better.” He flicks his tongue, looks behind her, meets her eyes. “I'm sorry I didn't."

She hopes Lucy dismissed whatever heated Croatian she may have overheard, but that’s probably too much to ask.  

"You were surprised.” She half shrugs, moves to sit next to him. “I thought it was best to make sure about her first, but I still could have told you the day I realized.”

“I’m not sure it would have made much of a difference.” With the flashlight between them, she watches their shadows alive on the closet door, watches him rub his face. “I’ll tell you,” he says, finally, “all the details. But I need us to be on the same page first.”

She leans back, observes the man she loves in profile, this man she thinks she knows so well. “Right now I want that more then anything else.”

He nods, takes a full breath. “Lucy and I never talked about before we were a team, the things I did to her, both intentionally and unintentionally.” He twists his wedding ring. “I was never sure if an apology was something she wanted or if I’d be doing it for me. I didn’t want to do it for me. Now I know I would be because I want to and she— she’s made it clear she doesn’t want to see me more then she has to.”

“I know this is a weird situation,” Lorena cuts in. “I know she relies on us for her needs to be met and there’s a certain power imbalance there. I have thought all this through. It might be a dealbreaker for her, but it might not be.”

“How about the part where she doesn’t like me as a person?” His mouth corks upward into a self-deprecating smile, his eyes a challenge. “Is that a definite dealbreaker?“

She narrows her eyes.

Lorena wants, from deep in her soul, to discredit him. The thing is, so much of her evidence against his viewpoint is based on what he told her about his and Lucy’s relationship before the world changed. It’s true that these days they don’t spend much time together. Most of their conversations, at least that she’s aware of, revolve around coordinating responsibilities with Iris. Maybe he’s correct now, and had previously exaggerated the degree of his and Lucy’s closeness. Maybe he loves Lucy and Lucy hates him and it’s just Lorena's misfortune to love them both.

“I don’t know how else to say it," she crosses her legs, "I just don’t see that. “

He’s unimpressed.

“You saw how much she didn’t want me to touch her.” His voice is low and strained. “You heard her scream when I tried.”

Involuntarily, she rolls her eyes. “That? she was overwhelmed, embarrassed. You know how she is. She thinks she should carry it all on her own. ”

A few days into her stay with them. Lucy, with an empty water glass in her hand, fell, or possibly fainted— Lorena never got a sure answer— and cut her palm open. Garcia went to her. She’d half screamed something, Lorena doesn’t remember what, but it sent her into the room and made Garcia step back. Lorena helped her up and into the bathroom, took care of the minor but bloody wound, and made sure Lucy hadn’t sat on any of the glass shards while Garcia swept up.

What's sharp in Lorena’s memory, is how Lucy made herself stop crying. It was almost immediate. Then she’d apologized, which Lorena ignored.

“She doesn’t want my help,” he says. “She hasn’t wanted my help in a long time. When she was recovering I saw how— how unhappy she looked every time I did anything for her, brought her a meal or clean laundry.”

“You think she wanted my help?" Lorena says. "It made her so uncomfortable, and not just the physical stuff. She hated the situation, she hated needing help.”

Lorena insisted on picking Lucy up from the hospital alone. She wanted to have a full conversation with this women who'd saved Iris' life, who she'd already agreed to let live in her home, and whom she did not know from Eve. Plus, she'd thought it better for Garcia to watch Iris alone sooner rather then later.

She brought Lucy a change of clothes, because most of what Lucy owned had been logged into an evidence locker somewhere and, not having an ID, she could not prove she was not actually a dozen armadillos in a well-made human costume and therefore could not get her possessions back. That had been awkward, particularly for Lucy. She'd clearly expected Garcia, not his wife who could barely be called an acquaintance. There was a rigidness to her exhaustion, a guarded quality that slipped away in the days that followed.

In a gas station parking lot, she tried to use her crutches and fell twice. The instruction she received at the hospital was insufficient and Lorena said as much.

An arm around her shoulders, a body to lean on; she needed a lot of physical help, more then Lucy was comfortable with.

She'd needed so much sleep, which, paradoxically, even the good hospitals barely allow. At home, Lorena let go of her a few feet from the bed, allowed her awkward descent onto the covers. Garcia left a bottle of water on her nightstand and they let her sleep through dinner.

She didn't see Lucy again until that evening. Mysteriously, she sat on the kitchen island, and looked like she was genuinely considering playing it cool. With a tight smile, Lorena repressed her laugh, and asked what she was doing.

"I wanted," Lucy bit her lip, "to take a shower."

"And…?" Lorena prompted, gesturing at her choice in seating.

And she'd been told she should first wrap her bandage in plastic to keep it from getting wet. Instead of asking for help, she had, naturally, decided to hobble out of the bedroom, across the living room, and into the kitchen. She'd figured out the plastic wrap was stored in the top shelf of the pantry, out of her reach on a good day. She then, naturally, decided to climb up onto the island in order to try and reach it.

It did not work out the way she had intended.

And it must have been excessively painful.

Had anyone explained to her how to wrap her leg? No, they hadn't. Well, years ago in what Lorena would have once described as another life, before that term took on a sharper meaning, she had been a nurse. It was easier to just show Lucy what to do then it was to explain it.

Obviously, she could not get off the island by herself without a searing jolt of pain. To gentle the landing, Lorena placed her hands on Lucy’s waist and lowered her to the floor.

Her eyes were shut.

‘Alright?’ she'd asked, and Lucy nodded. The pain hadn't come.

Heavily, Lucy leaned on her. Together, they hobbled to the bathroom. Lorena had her sit on the rim of the tub. She got the plastic wrap from the kitchen while Lucy pulled down her sweatpants.

She wants to think, as she scrutinizes her words, her memories, that when she came back into the bathroom, Lucy looked nervous. She didn't. She looked scared. Not of Lorena, specifically, or at least she doesn't think so. No, it was like Lucy didn’t expect to be treated well.

Because they were, at best, acquaintances, she offered to get Garcia instead. Lucy, with something adjacent to a chuckle, said no. Lorena suspected her answer would have been different if Garcia were again a widower, or if it had been someone else asking. Then again, maybe not, because they were both women and that was how these things tended to go. She did not read too much into it, thank you very much.

She tried to make it as normal as possible, tried to present genuine care as normal. What happened to Lucy, and what certain people failed at, Lorena has her guesses, her leads, although she tries not to assume. She knelt, wrapped Lucy’s thigh in plastic, and Lucy said she didn't have to. But, she did. She told her as much. She should have said more. Maybe that would have helped.

"She was very thankful, though," Lorena muses. "Resistant, but thankful."

“We used to share a bed.” It isn’t news to her. She snaps to attention anyway. “She used to let me comfort her. She used to let me in.”

“But now I’m here.”

He grimaces, closes his eyes.

She knows the reminder of her own death is painful, so she doesn’t point out that he doesn’t have a comeback. “You said it yourself: she was in a similar situation before and the guy didn’t treat her well, so she wanted space.”

“I just don’t think that’s all it is. I can’t think that anymore.” He rubs his temple. “We would have adjusted by now if it was just awkward or a little painful, but we haven’t.”

“Don’t you think I would see it, if it were so much worse then all that? I am biased and I don’t know the full story but neither do you because” —she pokes her index finger into his chest— “you won’t ask her how she feels.”

"Lucy's had a hard year and a worse couple of months.” Garcia takes her hand in his, squeezes it, and lowers it onto the bed. “I don’t want to make things worse for her.” His eyes flick to hers. “Tell me you won’t make it worse by bringing up what I’m going to tell you.”

“I know she’s had a hard time.” It comes out almost a whisper, although she doesn’t intend it. His jaw tightens slightly. “Of course I’m going to be careful with her feelings. And, by the way, if you don’t want her to be uncomfortable, you have a strange way of showing it.”

He flicks his tongue. The little crease in the south-east corner of his forehead deepens. He has the audacity to be genuinely confused.

“When she was telling that story earlier, what was that conversation?”

If he were anyone else, she would think he was referencing some sensual encounter to tease Lucy. But, if such an encounter existed, he would have said by now.

She asked him, outside the motel, what his and Lucy's relationship was. He said he really didn't know how to answer. She asked if he slept with her. No, not in the way she meant. They had shared a bed some nights, not every night, and not because there weren’t enough beds, although there wasn’t enough beds. He made sure to emphasize that. He made sure to emphasize that there was an attraction there, one he’d never acted on, and he’d made sure to emphasize that it wasn’t because of her that he didn’t act.

Lucy didn’t feel the same way, he said. He'd wanted so very badly to be honest with Lorena, and had admitted, unprompted, that they’d never actually discussed it. How Lucy felt hadn’t been something Lorena particularly cared about at the time, so she hadn’t pressed him for how he came about the information.

“She left out some details for my sake,” he says. “I didn’t want her to do that.”

She narrows her eyes, shakes her head, doesn’t doubt it. It’s the kind of fucked up logic he uses sometimes.

(Yet, he’s so emotionally intelligent when he’s not in pain. Funny how that works.)

“Your self loathing isn’t helpful.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“I think you could use the reminder.”

She could argue with him forever. It’s like arguing with herself. But it isn’t getting them downstairs. Sometimes people need a hug. Sometimes they need a shove.

“You know,” she stands up, in front of him, and crosses her arms, “If I believed everything I’d been told about you we’d have never gotten together and Iris would have never been born.”

He inhales sharply, rubs at a mark on his neck. That thought is almost unbearable. It's more unbearable then the knowledge that Iris was dead. It pains her to bring it up, but she needs him to see her side, to see how it's the possibility of joy, that love that become essential, which he’s lived without, that he now wants to say is impossible with Lucy, thus making it so.

“Maybe she won’t be interested, maybe she’ll be horrified at the idea," Lorena says. "But I know if I don’t say anything to her I will regret it. I don’t want to still regret it in 15 years, still think it’s too late.”

Garcia tugs on his turtleneck as if it were suffocating him. "I did something to risk that,” he says, “to risk Iris never being born.”

“What?”

He twists his wedding ring, squeezes his knuckle hard and looks up at her, his eyes full of remorse.

“Gabriel. I saved his life, and I knew the whole time I was planning it there was a chance it might make me disappear, or end up like Lucy is now, and I did it anyway.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I would never do that today. At the time it seemed—”

“Like the right thing to do?”

He loved his mother, did not want her to know the pain he suffered, the pain Lorena could only imagine. So he did the selfless thing, saved the child in front of him and she shouldn’t be angry. But she is.

She fidgets with the fabric of her nightdress, means to pace, to process this, steps forward and hugs him.

His hair is still damp under her fingers, against her chest.

They breathe together in rhythm. The weight is comfortable. She thinks only of this, their bodies, and her relief that this is where time and space ended up.

(Her relief that he did not end up like Lucy)

He stretches his fingers between her shoulder blades, pulls away slightly. “What you said before,” he starts softly, “this is nothing like that.”

She lets go, fingers uncurling in his hair, and steps back to look at his face. “I have no way of knowing.”

She waits a beat to see if he’ll tell now. He doesn’t. She doesn’t really want him to.

“Do you want to be near her?” He closes his eyes and the lines in his face deepen. He looks, momentarily, like he’ll cry.

"Do you want to go downstairs and sit with her? Because I told Lucy we’d be downstairs for the night, or for part of it at least, and I let her know she was welcome to...”  she searches for a phrase that won’t make his eyebrows raise, “hang out, with us. You think she doesn’t want to be near you? Let’s see what she does. Maybe she’ll prove you wrong.”

That possibility sparks his interest. “Okay,” he says after a beat, “I’d like that very much.”

She touches his check, because she wants to, and because she’s happy as a clam. Even he can’t find fault with her sound logic, thank you very much. He covers her fingers with his and their hands puddle together on his cheek.

She moves towards the door. Her hand glides from his check. He follows.

“If she’s in her room when we get downstairs, you’ll say she was just tired and it doesn’t necessary mean anything,” Garcia points out.

She pauses by the door, looks at him over her shoulder. “And I’d be right.”

“Yes.” He gives her a bone-tired, rueful smile.

They trudge downstairs and the door to Lucy’s room latches shut. Disappointment twinges in Lorena's stomach. Still, there’s plenty of time. Lucy won’t disappear into thin air.

Iris sits in the leather chair, which she's taken and arranged to face the window. Her feet are flat against the kitchen cabinets. Lorena lets that go on account of her near certainty that this whole situation will literally never happen again.

Garcia walks over to her. “What do you think of all this, sweetheart?”

“Really weird, but kind of cool," Iris says. “I want to sleep here."

He looks back at Lorena. In the low light, she can just make out his raised eyebrows and the hint of a smile. Until now, Iris has only ever declared wanting to go to sleep on Christmas Eve. There’s a first for everything, she supposes.

“Just this once." For all it’s wired them up (pun absolutely intended) there is a beauty in the sparks outside their window. There’s a comfort in seeing the minor catastrophe be repaired. “And you have to scooch a little further back from the window.”

Iris does as instructed, pushes the chair back maybe a few inches. Garcia finishes the job, pulls Iris in the chair across the kitchen, nearly knocks the opposite wall. Lorena sits on the coach and tosses him a stray throw blanket, which he sets in Iris' lap.

Lucy opens her bedroom door, comes out wearing a fresh sweater.

“Hi.” Lorena moves to one side of the couch, and grins at her. She doesn’t try to hide it; the half light will soften it.

Lucy smiles back, and joins her.

Garcia watches, doesn't say anything but slowly meanders towards them.

Lorena turns to Lucy, pride like a purring cat bubbling in her chest. “We should all go to the beach tomorrow.”

Garcia places his hands on the back on the couch, nods. "Just to walk around, get away from all this.”

“To relax,” Lorena agrees. "We could go first thing in the morning.”

“I’d like that,” Lucy says after a minute, “just maybe not the walking around part."

Her voice is steady, but she looks so burdened. Is it by her injury, or the fact her body isn't bulletproof?

“We could bring a picnic blanket and just sit for awhile."

"Just sit," Lucy echoes, and shifts to the middle of the couch.

“Are we going swimming?” Iris calls from across the room. Garcia smiles as he sits down on Lucy's other side. Lorena reminds herself to calculate all risks, to remember young ears are always listening.

“No, it’s too cold,” Garcia calls back.

Lorena twists around to look at Iris; her crossed arms and her straight stare out the window. “No swimming, but we might go to the beach tomorrow just to spend time in the sand.

“And look at the dead things that wash up there.”

Lucy's hand flies to her mouth, stifles a laugh.

“Look, but not touch,” Garcia says sternly.

“Yeah, yeah,” Iris says. “I know.”

In the half dark, his eyebrows raise like a flag, but they don't hold, and his expression quickly crumples into soft admiration. “That’s our kid," he says softly.

“That’s our kid,” she agrees.

Between them, Lucy leans back into the couch, tries to shrink herself.

Lorena reaches for Lucy's hand, rests her fingertips in the slight indent where hand and wrist meet.

Lucy does not relax into her touch. But without looking at her, she intertwines their fingers.

Delight sparks in Lorena's chest. The night air is heavy. Garcia makes no move of his own but his desire shows in his eyes, in the set of his jaw.

Lorena plays with Lucy’s hand, rubs circles in the soft skin of her palm, finds a dent in one fingernail. “Do you remember when we first me met?”

“How could I forget?" She stares straight ahead, expression unreadable. Garcia meanwhile, is made nervous.

"Do you remember going back to your motel room, when you and Garcia were ahead of me on the stairs?"

Lucy exhales. "Yeah."

"You lost your balance and he caught you," Lorena says quietly. "That mattered to me."

Lucy looks at her, searching. "Why?"

Lorena shifts her gaze to Garcia. "You told me about all the bad things you did." His voice had cracked when he said he didn’t know if it’d be right to go home to Iris, if it’d be selfish, if he could still be her father. She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. "But you were so—" she searches for the right word and turns back to Lucy, "he was so attuned to you, so caring. That's not something to take for granted in a person. I took it as a sign."

In Lorena's experience, that level of attentiveness towards another human being is rare and not to be dismissed. Garcia had it for Lucy, even when he was staring at Lorena like she might not be real, even when he was in a fog, utterly bewildered she didn’t immediately believe his story.

"Why are you telling me this now?"

“Because I think I should have said it sooner.” She hadn't told Lucy how grateful she was to her. She'd been too focused on trying to alleviate Lucy's discomfort through pretending this was all normal.

Garcia leans into the couch, sighs.

Lucy turns and looks at him. Her hand shifts, and Lorena's fingers find her pulse point.

He offers a crooked smile. "No one should be alone in the dark, Lucy."

Lucy's heartbeat quickens. Her face is as unchanged as a statue's.

"Is that why you're here?"

His smile fails. Caught out, he says nothing. Lorena experiments, moves a little closer, doesn't quite press against her.

"I'm here because—" his voice cracks, softens. He turns to face Lucy more completely, his gaze briefly flicking to Lorena's. "You matter to me, and this matters to me."

Lucy exhales.

"I think we're building something really amazing." Lucy looks at Lorena, their faces inches apart. "What do you think?"

"I think," Lucy's voice is low, almost a challenge, "it could be better."

"I agree."

Lorena doesn’t want to be on the edge, sit on the fence, wait. She presses her hip against Lucy’s before she can second guess herself.

Lucy closes her eyes, opens them, and draws in a shaky breath. She leans back, tilts her head to look at Garcia. Something passes between them, some context Lorena isn't privy to, and the tension melts away.

She relaxes, rubs a reassuring circle into Lucy's thigh. She hears the firetruck drive away, watches the headlight-cast shadows grace the far wall. In the leather chair, Iris is still, her head angled to one side. Their breathing grows deep and even. There's no real reason they can't be together, Lorena decides. She considers how their necks will hurt in the morning.

"You were right," Lucy mummers, almost too softly to hear. For a moment, Lorena thinks it's directed to her, and feels validated.

#timeless #luciana #lorynn #garcy #lorena flynn #garcia flynn #lucy preston #fanfiction #my fanfic tag #Fic: The Many Vortexes of Autumn

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Saving For That Rainy Day

Emergencies will never knock the door before entering your perfect life. You have the perfect job, the most amazing woman/man in your life and the house is a dream! What if you lose the job? What if the ex-wife asks for all your assets? Let’s not forget that not every business is successful!

Look around you! Everything is expensive – petrol, diesel, food, rent, maintenance costs, and medical bills. While our endeavor is to stay positive, but one has to be ready for those emergencies.

What Is An Emergency Fund? Consider it a bag full of money that you use when there is nothing left! This is the sum of money that is readily accessible when things go haywire.

You may think, ”Oh! I would never need any emergency fund. I’m a wealthy person. Nothing can ever happen to me!”

We love this positive attitude, but we are also a good financial planner. Disasters CAN happen! You must be prepared for them. It would be a blessing if nothing goes wrong! Better still, you can use that money to invest in a property. But, our suggestion is to always be prepared for the worse.

Here’s a quick post that talks about the relevant topic ‘SAVE FOR THAT RAINY DAY’. It basically means that emergencies and crisis are the rainy days of your life. This is when you need a shield – an umbrella to stay safe. Consider the emergency funds as your umbrella or the raincoat. This will keep you safe even during crisis period.

Save now to spend later

Why Should You Save For The Rainy Day? Our job is not to burst the bubble of your happiness, but the whole motive is to prepare you for the worse. One should live life with a positive attitude, but being a good financial planner is necessary.

Here are some reasons to save for that rainy day:

Is your job secure? Think twice!

Your job is fantastic and it pays you extremely well. However, it may not be permanent. In UK, the retirement age is 65 for men and 63 for women. Even if you do not lose your job till 65, you will lose it eventually. Think of your retirement! In case you lose your job and the company hires someone new, you would need some emergency fund to raise your family and pay the bills.

It is a wise idea when you have enough money to pay the bills for the next 3-6 months. In due course of time, you will find another job or win the lottery. Do not rely on the latter one!

Medical Emergencies

While we want you to stay hale and hearty, anybody in your family could have medical emergencies. These days Corona virus is spreading across the globe. Your wife may be pregnant and her labour pain could arise anytime! There are too many medical conditions that require immediate treatment and attention. It could be a sudden heart attack, an accident (we don’t plan accidents, do we?), and even a rise in the blood pressure level. In such cases, you would need to rush to the emergency room. That’s precisely why you need to fill your basket with eggs. Be prepared FINANCIALLY and mentally.

Honey, the house needs repair

Your house is beautiful, but there are certain maintenance costs. When the wall paint starts chipping and the chimney is not working efficiently, you would need to repair it. Even if you have wallpapers installed, it requires changing in 3-4 years.

These are costs you cannot turn away from! The good news is that you can get a personal loan for fixing your home! You can repay the loan and get your work done immediately.

Anything could go wrong in your home! You must be ready for these sudden expenses. The bathroom is a corner where anything could go wrong! The shower is not working or there is a leakage. Just be prepared for the worse!

Car Troubles

Your car is a machine! Even human beings require maintenance. You head to the salon to fix your hair, face and feet. You need food, water and regular check-ups. Similarly, your car needs maintenance.

There is a very good example of a house and the light bulb. When the light bulb goes out, you change the bulb. You do not change the house! Do not shy away from your duties. If the car is asking for repair, do not think of buying a new car. Instead of buying a new one, repair the old one.

If your car is too old, then it would be wise to take a car loan and buy a good one. Make sure you are choosing the best loan lender.

Sudden Travel Plans

Travel plans could arise anytime! Let us say your sister is giving birth to a child and you have to rush. Your client is traveling to London and you have to follow him to get the deal done.

There could be many travel plans! You just have to be prepared for these emergency travel situations. It could be a funeral, your girlfriend’s birthday, a visit to your long-distance boyfriend, a sudden marriage proposal or even your mother’s birthday. These are situations that you cannot miss or turn your back on.

Key is to save money in your emergency fund and DO NOT RELY ON PLASTIC CARDS. Credit cards are toxic! Use them for smaller expenses like buying a dress or groceries. Never use it for emergencies.

Ways To Save Money For That Rainy Day Some day there will be a torrential rain outside your door. What would you do? You would rely on the emergency fund. Now let us think of the solutions that could help us save more.

You may be a spend-thrift, but everyone can save a small sum from their earnings. Let’s check out the ways you can save more money!

The Money Jar

Remember the piggy bank from childhood? Parents gave us a piggy bank to learn the art of saving money. You would gather all the money that you got in a piggy bank and open it when it was full. Whenever you make a payment at a store, save the change and put it in a money jar. This may sound funny to you! Let’s do the math – even if you put £3 a day. It will be £90 a month. £90 a month is £1080 a year. That’s not a small amount for sure!

You can save more! Some days you can put £3 and some days you can put in £5. It is a small amount!

Boot sale is ON

Old is gold! You may have old clothes (in good condition) that you would want to sell. Put a garage sale and sell it to your neighbours or anyone who needs the clothes, shoes, bags, and even stationery.

You can hold the garage sale on a weekend. Head to your bedroom and see all the things you do not need! It could also be a piece of furniture.

Dinner Dates at Home

Instead of going for a fancy dinner every weekend, spend the time inside your home. You can do a candle-lit dinner at home. Isn’t it warm and comfy inside your covers? Make a tent inside the home with fairy lights. This could really enhance the look of the room. Plus, it is a romantic thing to do with your partner.

Think of the money you are saving! An expensive dinner could cost you about £100-£150. It is best to save that money and put it in the emergency fund.

Also, you can skip going out for coffee. Invite your date to your place for a coffee. You can talk for hours and one thing leads to another. That’s a good financial as well as dating advice, no?

Always Pay in Cash

Skip paying with your credit card. Youngsters have a habit to show off wealth. When you are paying with plastic money, you have to think of the money that you have to return.

How will you return it? If you do not want to get into debt, pay with cash. This will help you save money! When you use cash, you are much more cautious about spending it.

Concluding Thoughts These were some tips and ideas to save more money for your emergency fund. You can do that through multiple ways! Having a separate account for your savings will also help!

You must have more control over what you are spending on! Please note that earning money takes a lot of hard work. Of course, you want to buy the latest gadget and go on fancy dinners. Limit the fancy dinners and buy the gadget you like. However, save a part of your salary in the emergency fund.

In case you have an emergency need, take a loan. There are many loan shops in UK. This is where you can get a loan from a lender! Choose the right loan shop!

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i’m getting my bug out bags organized. one for my car (best case scenario) and one for my room (fallback if i can’t get to my car).

for now i’m sleeping with my key fob hidden in a specific spot in my bed to give me easy access and to make it hard for someone to slip in at night and take my keys. it’s next to my knife, just in case. hopefully soon i’ll have a taser i can keep on me instead rather than only having my knife to rely on.

the plan is to save the zipper pocket boxers for sleeping. one pocket will be for my car fob in a case so i can’t set the alarm off in the middle of the night. the other pocket will have the key to my padlock in it. that way i can sleep with them on my person, even in my unventilated room in the bama summer heat. when it’s cooler i can go back to sleeping in street clothes and keeping things in my pockets.

today we installed a latch system on my bedroom door. i wish i could use it 24/7 but the potential consequences put me in a body bag so for now it’s only there for emergencies. it should hold him off long enough for me to drop out of the window and make it to my car (or far enough from the house that they don’t know where to start looking immediately).

the trunk and the padlock are exciting. i can keep my emergency shit (important documents, highly sentimental items), the shit my dad likes to steal (my medication, money, wallet), and my “mind your business” shit (sex toys, my vape and smoking shit, my journals), and my devices (laptop, switch, my second phone that i *should* have in a couple of weeks). if i need to bail out quick - not emergency bug out quick, but get the hell out of dodge and figure out the rest of my shit later quick.

for now i’ve been staying out of the house from the moment i wake up til 1-2am. now my partner and i use discord to video call from my laptop overnight while we sleep (or try to sleep) to deter my dad from making his way in here at night. they’re working on getting obs set up to screen record the whole call so it’s like security footage almost. i’m case something happens.

the big thing now is that i’m not a minor. i’m a fully grown adult and i have a lot more going for me when he does things. my word is just as powerful as his because i’m not a kid anymore. on top of that, i have more eyes on things now. my partner, my mother in law, and my aunt (who my parents respect and are mildly terrified of).

my bedroom is directly off of the kitchen. the lights in the kitchen always stay on. i have my mugs on a rack over my bedroom door. so when my door gets opened, my mugs clang loudly and the room gets flooded with light. it’s like it’s own alarm system. there’s a box fan i keep on directly in front of the door, so anyone who tries to walk in has to stop and move it out of the way. it gives me a second to get my bearings before i have to potentially fight him off.

only a few more months. i’ll be out for good this time. i’ll be on my own phone plan and i’ll have a new number they don’t know. i’ll have the car title in my name. i’ll get my own car insurance. i’ll have my own health insurance. all of the things they refused to let me off of so they could keep me dependent. im not asking this time. i will never have to see any of them again. so i won’t. im so close. i survived worse i can survive this.

[punedrr]

The Thesis and the Doctorate

**A/N: Alright chapter 3! I’m sorry it’s a day late, my family went to the rodeo so I wasn’t able to get it out in time. But it’s here now! Content-wise, I don’t have much to say for this one. Shit’s about to happen in this chapter (finally!) so buckle up kids. And in case this wasn’t obvious, I’m always open to constructive criticism or suggestions.**

Link to the story: The Thesis and the Doctorate

Chapter 3: Into the Unknown

The next day, you wake up determined. Today is the day. You’re going to go into the woods alone and you’re not going to chicken out. You got this. After a breakfast of champions, (cereal, because you need to go shopping again) you spend an hour getting your gear ready. You don’t want to stay out past 5 o’clock, which should be plenty of time to get your bearings, maybe collect a few samples, and get back to the cabin with daylight to spare. Into your pack goes a lighter, a knife, a compass, an emergency whistle, a nylon rope, an extra water bottle and snacks, a few sample collection bags, a notebook and pencil, a flashlight, a multitool, and a pair of extra socks. Though you’ve only been on a few trips into the field for research, you often used to camp with your family and you’ve learned the hard way that it pays to be prepared. You lace up your hiking boots, ready to go.

Eventually, you get in the car and drive to where you’ll be spending the rest of the day. It’s only about a mile outside of town, in the northwest quadrant of the valley. Even though it’s relatively close to civilization you wouldn’t know it from looking. As soon as you turn off of the highway and onto the service road, the trees close in around you, almost menacing with their shaggy, crooked branches... Stop it. You shake yourself out of those thoughts and focus instead on maneuvering your car over the potholes in the unpaved road.

You find a shoulder to pull off to and step out. Deep breaths. In, and out. You take a moment to observe your surroundings. Birds calling to each other in the trees, dust motes suspended in the sunlight, the warm earthy scent of growing plants. These are all good things. Take it slow, you tell yourself. As long as you’re not stupid, you’re safe. You take one more deep breath and then set off.

In the end, the day goes well. There were no accidents, no sudden weather changes, no bears. You leave with several pages’ worth of notes, and a few samples for later identification. You barely went out of sight from the car today, but you think tomorrow that you’ll go farther. There’s just so much to see, and something tells you that the deeper into these woods you go the more interesting they’ll get. 

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After three straight days of venturing into the unknown, you’ve gotten pretty far. You had forgotten just how much you liked simply existing outside. And there’s so many interesting things to study! Your thesis topic, an investigation of the old-growth forests of the western Cascade Range, is very broad, which gives you the freedom to study basically whatever you can find. So far you’ve identified over fifteen species of trees, and that’s just within the last few days! 

Slowly but surely you’ve made your way almost to the northwest rim of the valley that Gravity Falls is situated in. According to the topographic maps, the valley rim is a sheer cliff face over five thousand feet high which encircles the whole valley. And today is the day you plan to reach it. There’s not really a reason why you want to make it all the way to the cliff (it’s not like you’re going to scale it, and besides some geologic sampling, there’s not much to do) except that you think it would be cool. Five thousand feet is really tall- almost a mile straight up. You’d love to get some pictures.

Going in a straight line from where your car is parked, you begin walking northwest. As you do, you pass several waypoints from the last few days: a weird rock there, a creek here, that deer skull that somehow got halfway up that tree- a cougar, probably. Soon enough, you don’t recognize anything around you and increase your pace slightly. You really want to see that cliff, and if you get back to your car at dusk, so be it. 

It’s around one o’clock in the afternoon when you notice that the woods around you have... Changed. The previously flat ground now slopes steeply upward, and the dry duff layer that you were walking on has changed to thick emerald moss with an abundance of mushrooms. Even the tree species are different. Instead of the usual pine and cedar you’re now noticing more and more deciduous species, growing so thickly together that you can barely see between them. You also see fireflies dancing between the trunks, even though fireflies are nocturnal and neither of the two species native to Oregon glow. Huh, that’s odd. Maybe they’re invasive? You push past them, higher up the hill.

At the top there’s a slight clearing. Sunlight breaks through the canopy and dapples on the soft grass. In the middle of the clearing stands a giant bigleaf maple tree that’s so covered in moss you can barely see the bark. You hurry up to the tree, already taking off your backpack. By your estimate, the tree must be over three centuries old, but you’re going to take a core sample to be sure.

You feel a tug on your pant leg. “Hey random lady, Jeff here,” someone says. You look down and see a tiny man? He’s no taller than your knee and that’s with the tall, pointy red cap he’s wearing. “What the heck are you doing to our tree?” He asks, pointing up to where the rubber handle of your increment borer is sticking out of the trunk. Behind him stand four other gnomes (you don’t know what else to call them. They certainly look like gnomes, exactly like the ones you see in gardens- down to the beards and hats.) that weren’t there a second ago. What the hell is going on?

“Uhh, taking a core sample? Where did you come from? Who are you? Were you following me?” You demand, words spilling out in a rush. You’re starting to get seriously creeped out, and the lecherous faces the gnomes behind “Jeff” keep making at you aren’t helping any. 

“We came from the woods, lady. This is the Gnome Forest! And I told you, I’m Jeff, leader of the gnomes!” He climbs up to stand on the shoulders of the gnome behind him for emphasis, bringing him level with your waist. Trembley’s map was true! You shoulder your backpack, borer forgotten. 

“Oh-kay. Well, I’m gonna go now, sorry for trespassing...  It won’t happen again.” You plaster a smile on your face, stepping slowly away from Jeff and his friends. Henchmen. Henchgnomes? Whatever they’re called, you’re ready to leave. Before you can, one of the gnomes breaks from the crowd and scurries up to you on all fours.

“Queen?” He growls. What?

“What?”

Jeff, who had been arguing with a squirrel, turns back to you with a gleam in his eye. 

“You know what Jason, that’s a great idea!” He stomps on the gnome he’s standing on and it waddles over to you. “Whaddya say, lady? Do you want to marry all of us and become queen of the gnomes? It’s a pretty sweet deal, let me tell ya. You marry all of us,” he pulls out a large ring from somewhere and holds it out to you, “Shmebulock officiating of course, and in return you get to do all of the laws, and be the most beautiful.” Jeff looked up at you expectantly. 

You scratch the back of your head, trying to stealthily get your hand to the side pocket of your pack where there’s a canister of bear spray. You reach it- other pocket! Damnit. You need to say something.

“Sorry Jeff, it’s Jeff, right? Sorry, I’d love to but I have... Stuff back in town that I need to take care of and I really don’t think it’d work out,” you babble, trying to keep him distracted. There! You grasp the canister but keep it hidden behind your back. You resume backing slowly away, talking the whole time. 

“That’s a shame sweetcheeks, it sure would make everything a lot easier if you’d just come willingly!” Jeff interrupts you, launching himself off of the other gnome and straight towards your face, sharp teeth bared. You whip up the bear spray, managing to get him in the eyes and sidestep so that he falls to the ground, screaming in agony. You take off running. From behind you hear Jeff shouting at the gnomes, and then roaring. It sounds like a bass boosted chipmunk, with rhythmic thumps signaling the footsteps of something huge. You’re too scared to appreciate how ridiculous it is, so you run. 

And run.

And run, throat burning and legs aching, all the while the thumping and screaming getting closer, then-

Crack!

You trip over an exposed root, twisting your ankle as you faceplant into the moss. You lie there stunned, barely breathing though your lungs scream for air. A large shadow falls over you. You dig your fingers into the dirt and raise your head, turning it as far as you can. What you see makes you freeze. 

A huge humanoid monster in the shape of a giant gnome stands above you. Jeff shouts down at you from his place atop it:

“Change your mind yet, sweetcheeks?” 

You bare your teeth and scramble to stand. “Go the hell!”

Jeff shrugs at this, and before you can run or even turn away the monster’s hand shoots out to grab around your middle and lift you into the air. You’ve never really been afraid of heights before, but that may have just changed. Up close, you can see that the monster’s made up of individual gnomes holding on to each other and responding like a hivemind to Jeff. You wriggle and squirm but the monster’s grip is like iron. 

You scream in frustration. “What the fuck, Jeff! Let me go! I don’t want to be your goddamned queen!”

“No can do snookums, you’re mine- I mean ours now!” He cackles. You fume in silence. You want to tell him your name just so he’ll stop calling you those stupid pet names, but it’s probably for the best that he doesn’t know. If he was tracking you through the forest this whole time, your name would only make it easier to find you back in Gravity Falls. Plus, you’re pretty sure gnomes are fae creatures and if you give them your name you might not get it back.

You replay that train of thought. Am I living in a story book now? You think, more than a little hysterically. Fucking- gnomes? Really? Of all the things that could happen to me in the woods, it was gnomes? You finally go out into the woods for the first time in years, and not even a week in you get kidnapped by gnomes. You want so badly for all of this to be some weird nightmare, but you know that’s too good to be true. Dreams could never be this vivid. What else exists? Fairies, unicorns- wait. Does this mean God exists? Which god? All of them? If the supernatural is real... You pull yourself out of that train of thought. Now is not the time for an existential crisis. You need to focus on escape. But how?

Ignoring Jeff’s ongoing monologue, you think back to the contents of your pack. Bear spray... Which you dropped when you started running. You also have rope, a lighter, a knife, and a whistle. You don’t think the rope will be useful, and based on the flaming torches you see beginning to line the path the monster’s taking you down, you don’t think that the gnomes would be afraid of your lighter. You also don’t trust your ability to defend yourself from a hoard of gnomes with only a knife. That leaves you with the emergency whistle. You’ve used it before to scare off wild dogs, who’s to say it won’t work on gnomes? Their hearing seems to be equally as good, at least from what you’ve seen of Jeff and his squirrels. But the whistle is hanging around your neck and your arms are trapped at your sides. How are you supposed to free yourself long enough to use it?

“Hey, Jeff!”

“Huh?” He stops talking and looks down at you.

“If I’m going to be your new queen, can I at least walk by myself? I can’t breathe with the way this thing is holding me,” you cajole. Jeff’s tiny hand strokes his beard like he’s trying to make up his mind. Please, please, please.

“I suppose... but you have to walk in front of us, slowly! And the second I see any funny business, it’s back in the hand for you, baby!”

You can’t believe he agreed, but you’re not one to look a gift gnome in the mouth. The monster can’t put you down fast enough. You’ve got one shot and if it fails you’re out of options. As soon as your feet hit the ground, you take a deep breath, raise the whistle to your lips, and blow as hard as you can.

One hundred and forty-two decibels is loud enough to damage your hearing; to the gnomes it looks positively torturous. Their monster instantly falls apart, sending the gnomes tumbling down around you. They’re writhing and clutching their heads and now is a great time to get away, except that you have to breathe, too. As quick as you can you take another deep breath, grab your backpack from where it had fallen, and start jogging away, whistling the whole time. The gnomes barely register the brief pause before the noise is starting up again, and none of them try to stop you. With both hands now free, you pop in the attached earplugs and the screeching is finally muted. It’s supposed to be audible for over two miles, so as long as you keep blowing it frequently enough, it should keep the gnomes off your back. You don’t think they’ll try to pursue you, but it’s better to be cautious.

After almost an hour of walking and whistling, you realize you’re probably safe now... And have absolutely no idea where you are. You think you’ve been walking east-ish, maybe? You haven’t seen the valley rim, so it can’t be north or west. Hurriedly, you take out your compass and orient yourself in the dying sunlight. Your heading is east, which is good. Unless the gnomes took you farther south than you thought, going east will get you into town... Eventually. You’re not sure how far you’ll have to walk. The gnome forest wasn’t on any map except Trembley’s, and you don’t remember the scale for that one. You thought it was all fake; why would you bother? A couple of hours ago, it was fake. Now, you’re sure it’s not just the gnomes that are real. There has to be more out there. But again, you shelve that particular crisis for later. Staying put isn’t an option. By your best estimate, you have at least ten miles to go tonight, on foot and in the dark. Alone. What if something happens? You could easily get lost, or your batteries could run out or you could get attacked by wolves- or what if you break your leg walking in the dark and you’re unable to move? No one is coming to look for you any time soon. You barely notice your heart rate rising, breaths coming faster. What if what if what if- you’re stuck in a loop you can’t get out of. 

Crack!

A branch snaps off to your right. Your head turns so fast you swear something pops. 

It’s just a deer. As soon as it notices you staring, it bounds off. You breathe out a sigh. You can’t afford to be paralyzed by fear. You can’t. You have to get out of here. It’s going to be slow and it’s going to suck absolute ass but you’ll be damned if you’re not getting out of this forest alive. You have a thesis to finish. You set your jaw and readjust your pack, using the whistle once more, the setting sun at your back.

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It’s fully dark now, and your many bumps and bruises have made themselves known. You’re not sure how long you’ve been walking. You’re pretty sure you twisted your ankle running from the gnomes, but you’re trying not to think about it. You’re trying not to think about a lot of things. You huff as you scramble up and over a log, tripping for what has to be the hundredth time. To your horror, you begin to feel tears gather at the corners of your eyes.

“Hello? Is anybody out there?” A man’s voice startles you.

“Hello-oo? We heard the whistling, are you in danger?” A younger voice this time, also male. You can barely think past the exhaustion to answer.

“He-” You cough, and try again. You finished your water a while ago. “Hey! I’m over here!” You shout, waving your flashlight. 

“Grunkle Ford, there’s someone over there!” You hear the younger voice shout. You point your light towards the noise, and out from the shadows emerge two figures. A young teen boy, and- Stanford Pines?

#the thesis and the doctorate #gravity falls #fanfiction #self insert #my fic

[hannahsmusings]

Renee

*a couple days pass without running into Anthony, trying to ignore how that bothered me, always walking by his front door and wondering what was going on behind it, if he was home alone or with some other girl, finding myself thinking back to our time in the bathroom (far more often than I’d like to admit out loud) and wonder if he was like that with every girl or if there was something special about our dynamic that let it happen so easily* *I found myself always fixing my hair and checking my make up before leaving my apartment or stepping off the elevator, just in case Anthony was around, but it was like he disappeared, not seeing any trace of him, just occasionally hearing his stupid laugh flow through his closed door and I couldn’t help but wish I was the one making him laugh like that, always mentally slapping myself when my thoughts went down that romantic mushy gushy road* *it was Friday and I managed to leave the firm early, not having much work, getting back to the complex and checking the laundry room, thanking whatever higher being that it was empty for once, rushing upstairs, pretending not to throw a glance at Anthony’s door before letting myself into my apartment, dropping my bag and grabbing my laundry hamper and detergent, quickly heading back out into the hallway, deciding to take the stairs since I thought it’d be faster, dropping some socks on my way the stairs causing me to slow down as I picked them up, walking to the laundry room, humming a song to myself quietly, my good mood souring as I hear someone in the laundry room, quickening my pace and looking in, my stomach dropping as I see Anthony stood there, dumping his laundry into the only washer there was* Are you kidding me?! You weren’t here a few minutes ago! Anthony, I need that washer! *I was happy that I didn't take my work clothes off, always feeling more confident when I was dressed in my lawyer clothes than if I was down here in a hoodie, even though just the sight of him stood there in front of me made me feel weak in the knees, having missed him for the past few days, watching him do something as domestically mundane as laundry also sending some chill through my body, that cavewoman inside of me screaming that he was a caretaker for doing something basic like laundry*

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*id been busy unpacking and looking for jobs, desperate to get back into music as well so I’d been visiting a few recording studios and radio stations, hoping I could find some other musicians to play with and start up another band, hence never being home in the apartment but whenever I was I was looking out for you* *feeling hyper vigilant whenever I could see your car parked outside, learning your routine a little and always seeming to miss bumping into you when you returned from work, always attempting to engineer meets but it never seeming to work out, not sure what I would even say because part of me desired you and part of me was angry with you* i hears your car pull up, poking my head out and over the balcony and seeing you head into the laundry room before rushing up to your flat, guessing you were going to go do a wash and a plan emerging in my head as grab some of my own bits to wash, walking quickly down to the laundry room and loading the final washing machine, knowing you’d be pissed and I couldn’t help but love that as you come in at the perfect timing and kick off, shooting you an innocent look* What? You wanted to do a wash? You snooze you lose I’m afraid. *murmurs softly, clicking the on button as I knew that would infuriate you because I could have changed my mind* *stands back with my arms crossed and a smirk on my lips, able to fully admire you right now as my gaze flits over your body before I walk past you with a grin* Next time maybe.

[saltyhyunjae]

THE STEALER CHAPTER ONE: PULL THE TRIGGER

genre/warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers (?), kidnapping, criminal!tbz, mentions of guns & knives, quick mention of suicide

word count: 2,5k

summary: As y/n is leaved to close the store on her own, the last thing that she expects, happens to her

pairing: tbz x fem reader

“Y/n! You’re closing the store tonight, I have an emergency at home and I need to get going.” You hear your boss, Jiyoo yell from the back of the store as you put some new clothing items up on the racks. You sigh. “Okay!” You yell back at her and look at the time. 8:30PM. The store closes at 9 so you won’t be alone for a long time.

“The store is super quiet right now so I'm sure you can handle the last 30 minutes on your own.” Jiyoo smiles as she walks towards the entrance of the store. ‘I hope so.” You smile back.

She tells you to put the money in the safe and clean the store a bit and then quickly leaves the store, leaving you alone with 2 customers and the loud music of the speakers playing Bad Guy by Billie Eilish.

After the last customers leave, you look at the time again, 9:58. You make your way to the entrance to close the door and turn off the lights so nobody starts knocking, begging you to let them in, then you tidy some stuff up as you make your way back to the counter. As you reach the counter the radio switches to the news.

“The infamous criminal group ‘The Boyz’ have gotten away with yet another robbery just yesterday making it their 12th theft of the month. The police still have not been able to catch them due to the group's large number of members.”

You sigh. Instead of partying with your friends on this friday night you have been put in charge to close the store. “I don’t get paid enough for this.’ you murmur as you grab the money they earned today and start counting them. The sound of something falling shakes you out of your thoughts.

“What the- oh it’s just the broom that fell.” Just as you are about to go back to counting you hear a faint thud in the storage room. “Ok, I'm getting really scared now.” You whisper to yourself.

You decide to shake it off and go back to counting when you suddenly feel cold metal against the back of your head.

Oh fuck.

“Put the money down,''

You hear a male voice say. You do what he says as you start praying internally. You then feel a sharp object pressed against your lower back.

“Listen up, as long you’re doing as we say, you’re not gonna get hurt.”

‘That’s what they always say.’ You think but would never dare to say out loud. You’re on the verge of tears thinking this is your last day when you hear another thud.

“OW!” You hear another voice yell.

“Dumbass.” You hear another voice say.

‘How many of these motherfuckers are there.’ You think

“Grab some stuff over there.” You hear the one holding a gun against your head say as you see another figure grabbing the money you just dropped on the counter.

“I can’t see shit in here.” One of the voices further away from you says.

“Turn the lights on hyung!” The other one says.

You flinch as the lights turn on. Not daring to look at thieves. No Y/n u need to remember their faces just in case they actually don’t kill you. As you look up you make eye contact with the one that took the money. Your eyes widen at how handsome he is. “Bring us to the safe.” The one holding the knife against your lower back says. You slowly turn around making eye contact with the one holding the gun.

Shit, he’s handsome too.

You slowly start walking to the storage room.

“Changmin! Eric! We’ll be right back, grab everything you can!” Gun guy says.

When you arrive at the storage room, you walk to the safe and kneel in front of it, the three guys still behind. As you type in the code you hear a walkie talkie go off followed by another voice.

“What is taking so long.”

“Shut up, we just got to the safe. Anybody nearby?” The one without a weapon, as far as you know then, asks.

“No, it’s dead, everyone is going out a few blocks away.”

“Give us 10 minutes.”

“Fine.”

You take the money out and hand it to knife guy, who puts it in a bag.

“Please don’t kill me.” You plead.

“We won’t.” Gun guy says.

“Hyunjae, come with me. Juyeon, keep an eye on her.” Gun guy commands as he walks away with Hyunjae.

You took the opportunity to look at knife guy, Juyeon.

Fuck, he’s beautiful too.

You guys just stay there in silence till the two guys come back into the storage room. But this time they came back with the two other guys.

“Plan changed, we’re taking you with us.” Hyunjae says. Your eyes widen and you try to get up and escape. Just as you get up, Juyeon grabs your left arm, pulls you back and holds the knife against your neck.

“Do as we say and you will not get hurt.” Gun guy says. Your hands get tied behind your back and you decide to give in and follow the guys outside.

“Took you long enough.” You see three other guys waiting outside. One shows a bored expression, the other is very tall and the last is...very cute? They’re all handsome too. You mentally cry.

“Who’s that?” The ‘cute’ one says with a softer voice. “Our new friend.” Hyunjae smirks. You internally scoff as they walk you to the bus. When they open the bus you see three more guys.

How many of them can there be?!

“Hi, ooohh who’s that.” One of them behind a huge computer screen says.

“They brought a souvenir.” The tall guy that was waiting outside laughs.

They put you in the car and start driving. Tears are threatening to leave your eyes as you think about your friends and family. What if you get killed? Or they never let you go? or even worse… you get Stockholm syndrome?!?!

“What’s your name?” The ‘cute’ one with a soft voice asks you. You still look down refusing to talk.

“Cat caught your tongue.” Hyunjae scoffs.

“I’m jacob.” The one with a soft voice says, you look up to see him give you a soft smile.

“Y/n.” You murmur and the boys start introducing themselves to you. You nod at them and for the rest of the car ride you stay quiet.

After maybe 45 minutes the car stops and they open the door and help you get out. You look up to see a huge villa remote from the city. You guys make your way to the villa and once you're inside they guide you to the couch. They all sit across from you while Sangyeon stands.

“Y/n, do you happen to know who we are?” He asks

You slowly shake your head looking at the 11 boys. Wait. 11 boys? NO WAY! You suddenly remember the new reports for the last two months. You've been kidnapped by…

The Boyz.

You hear the boys laugh at your shocked expression.

“Listen up.” Sangyeon speaks up “It wasn’t in our plan to keep you hostage, but now that you’re here we’ve got to make the best of it haha. As you can see our house is very messy and we’re desperately in need of a cleaner. So we’ll point out your room for you to get some rest, you start tomorrow. Any questions.”

“I don't have any clothes to wear besides these.”

“Well thank God we robbed a clothing store.” Kevin laughs.

“We’ll make sure to buy all the necessities you need.”Sangyeon assures you. He tells you what time they’ll come and wake you up and commands Jacob and Kevin to bring you to your room while Changmin grabs some bed sheets and pillows.

As they open the door to your new room, you see that it’s huge and empty with only curtains and an empty bed in the middle of it.

“You can decorate as time goes by.” Kevin tells you and you nod. Changmin comes in with the pillows and bed sheet and the 3 boys help u set up the bed.

Once your bed is all made up, Younghoon comes in with two pairs of pajamas and some normal clothes for you to wear. All hail one size fits all clothes. Once you put on your pajamas, you lie in bed and think about everything that has just happened until you fall asleep.

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The sun shining through your curtains wakes you up. You groan in annoyance, put a pillow over your head and close your eyes again. Right as you begin to doze off again, your door opens. “It’s time to get up.” You hear someone say. You turn around to see Chanhee standing at your door. “Be downstairs in 30 minutes” He says, closing the door again. As you get up, you get a moment of realization.

You’ve been kidnapped…… YOU’VE BEEN KIDNAPPED! YOU NEED GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

But how.

While you get dressed you think of all the ways you could escape. Jump out of the window? Suicide. Grab a knife and kill them? You would already have been killed before you stabbed one of them. Sneak out of the house while they’re sleeping? PERFECT. But you needed to stay a bit to figure out the plan in detail. You need to know your way out and their sleeping schedule, you also need to gain their trust. You needed to be super nice to them for them to trust you.

You take a deep breath and step out of your room. When you arrive downstairs you see that all of the boys are awake. “Good Morning!” Haknyeon jumps up from the couch. “Good morning.” You respond back.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Sangyeon walks into the living room. “Sit down, I'll explain what you need to do.” He starts talking about you making their meals and doing their laundry followed by cleaning the whole house. You mentally sigh. This isn’t going to be easy.

Kevin introduces you to the kitchen and offers to help with making breakfast.

“Haknyeon, stop it!” Kevin grabs the spoon that Haknyeon is about to dip in the soup.

For the third time.

“I’m just tasting it for you guys.”

“You’ve tasted enough, get out!” Haknyeon pouts as he walks out of the kitchen, making you giggle.

“So, Kevin, how many times a week do you guys go out to steal?” “Hmm, maybe five to six times a week. Why?” He looks up at you. “Oh just wondering.” You lie. “Must be tiring.”

You continue to make the soup while wondering if it was possible to escape while they’re out stealing. You decide to ask Kevin for more information and he tells you that it usually takes 30 minutes to an hour for them to finish a small mission and that bigger missions sometimes take up to three hours.

He also tells you that he, Haknyeon and sunwoo are in charge of hacking, Younghoon, Jacob and Chanhee are always on the watch and Sangyeon, Hyunjae, Juyeon, Eric, and Changmin are the ones in action.

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“Wow this is good!” Eric says, stuffing his mouth with the soup you and Kevin made.

I should’ve put poison in it, you think to yourself.

“So Y/n, tonight we have another mission and since we can’t trust you alone in this house we have to take you with us from now on.” Sangyeon speaks up.

Fuck.

“Sure” You simply say. “So what’s tonight’s mission about, hyung?” Changmin asks. “Tonight we’re robbing the new shoe store in town.”

And they all go crazy

“Finally! I needed new Jordan's.” Eric jumps up from his seat. “We should rob a Balenciaga store next.” Sunwoo sighs. After the boys finally calm down and finish their breakfast, you go wash the dishes while they prepare for tonight’s robbery.

Finally the time has broken for tonight’s mission. While in the car, Sangyeon instructs you to stay in the car with the hackers while the rest of them go to their usual position. When it’s time for the rest to leave the car, you lean back and sigh.

You have no phone, no nothing, all you can do is pray you get out of this situation soon.

“I see you’re enjoying yourself.” Sunwoo chuckles. “Leave her alone Sunwoo. Why don’t you come and look at how we work?” Kevin motions for you to sit next to him.

You sit in between him and Haknyeon and look up at the huge screen. Kevin clicks on a couple of things and all of a sudden a bunch of security camera screens pop up. In one of them you see Jacob, Younghoon and Chanhee on the lookout while the rest make their way around the back of the building.

“If I click on this, all the footage of tonight will be deleted, but I'll do that after the guys come back.” He points at a key on his keyboard. “Now we have to crack the password. Haknyeon?”

You look at your right to see Haknyeon click on a bunch of keys to reveal the password.

“1206” He says, and Sunwoo repeats it into the walkie talkie.

After 30 minutes the rest rushes back in the car with a bunch of bags full of shoes and money.

“We almost got caught.” Eric pants out of breath.

“I saw no one in the store though?” Kevin asks, while deleting the camera footage.

“There was this old lady walking in the alley and Eric started freaking out” Hyunjae huffs.

“So an old lady walking in a dark alley in the middle of the night isn’t sus?!” Eric yells, making the others laugh.

When you guys arrive ‘home’, you decide to go to sleep first because you're exhausted. When you lie in your bed, you fall asleep almost immediately.

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“I’m kinda getting bored of robbing, I need more thrill.” Changmin lay’s down on the couch.

“Yeah me too, I want some adrenaline.” Eric plops down next to him. “Try jumping off a cliff.” “Not funny, Sunwoo.”

“Oh! I have an idea!” Haknyeon jumps up. “Y/n is our maid now, right?” “Maid.” Younghoon snorts. “She’s cute, right? And we steal stuff, right?”

“Get to the point.” Sangyeon sighs.

“Let’s steal her heart.”

Hyunjae burst out laughing. “Are you insane? Why would we do that? That sounds so dumb.”

“You guys said you were bored and this sounds like a fun mission to me.”

“I agree, this could be fun.” Eric jumps up from the couch.

“So you wanna make her fall in love with one of us?” Jacob sits up. “Why would she do that, we’re holding her hostage.” Sunwoo laughs.

“That’s what makes it hard and more of a fun mission!”

“And when does the winner get?” Sangyeon speaks up.

“We have to do anything for that person for two whole years.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Hyunjae scoffs.

“I like the idea, I'm with Haknyeon.” Juyeon sides with the younger one.

“Fine it’s a good distraction, we need to get off the radar for a week, the police are still on our heels.” Sangyeon gives in while Haknyeon and Eric cheer.

#the boyz #the boyz fanfic #the boyz fluff #tbz x you #tbz x reader #tbznetwork #the boyz drabbles #the boyz reactions #sangyeon #jacob #younghoon #hyunjae #juyeon #kevin #new #chanhee #q #changmin #haknyeon #sunwoo #eric #saltyworks: the stealer #kwritersnet

[rere-the-writer]

Title- 'Running from a good thing.'

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Soft!Mikaelson

Pairings- Elijah Mikaelson x F!Reader x Rebekah Mikaelson

Summary- You left one stormy night hiding a secret after Hayley talked to you leaving both Elijah and Rebekah heart broken looking for you. You were now with two hunter brothers that saved you from a nest of vampires.

'They will never believe you. They won't accept it like they did Hope.'

Hayley's words rang in your head as you quickly packed, tears fell from your eyes. It hurt, the thought of leaving Rebekah and Elijah but Hayley was so sure in what she told you.

'You saw how Klaus reacted when I was pregnant with Hope. Whose to say they would be just as understanding?'

You didn't know where you could go, you couldn't return to Mystic Falls as you left behind your friends for Rebekah and Elijah. You went to New Orleans with them finding hard to live without the Originals.

When you stared dating the two Originals when they both showed interest in you, the orphan girl that Zach Salvatore took in. Elijah had informed you that it wasn't the first time the siblings shared lovers. You knew even if you went back to Mystic Falls that would be the first place they'll look.

"Lebanon, Kansas."

When the Mikaelsons came home, Rebekah rushed up to you as Elijah groaned tired sinking into the couch waiting for Rebekah to come down with you.

"Y/N is gone!" Elijah sat up all tiredness he felt went away as he joined Klaus and Kol who was looking up at Rebekah.

"Are you sure she didn't go out with Camille and Davina?"

"No Kol....her clothes are gone as if she packed up." Rebekah said as Elijah rushed up to your bedroom frowning as Hayley walked in carrying Hope on her hip.

"What's going on?"

"Y/N is gone." Klaus answered her as he and Kol watched her closely as they knew Hayley was in love with Elijah and knew how she felt about you.

"Oh yeah, she said something about a trip with old friends." Hayley said lying smoothly as Elijah frowned looking at Hayley.

"Impossible. Y/N always tells me and Rebekah if she has plans."

"Elijah, the last time she ran off like this was when her brothers learned of the relationship."

"Meaning something is wrong and she believes we wouldn't understand." Elijah said frowning as worry racked his body and Rebekah hugged Elijah hoping you were okay. Kol called Davina and Freya to come do a locater spell to find you.

A year passed since you left New Orleans and now settled with two hunters and their Angel after saving you from a nest of vampires. You missed your vampire lovers but Hayley's words would rang in your head everytime you thought of calling or going back.

"Y/N, Erik. We're home!" You heard Dean call out and you picked up the baby boy walking out smiling at Sam and Dean. Erik squealed seeing Sam reaching for the hunter who was happy to take the boy.

"Hey guys. Where's Cas?"

"Right here." Castiel said smiling at you as you hugged him. Castiel had been a huge help with Erik which Dean found to be adorably disgusting.

"How was the hunt?"

"Went by smoothly. On the way back we picked up on a new case in New Orleans." Dean said tossing Erik in the air making the baby laugh.

"Oh?" You said quietly you told the brothers about your past as to not hide anything. And to give you peace of mind they promised no big hunts in New Orleans unless needed.

"Look we know you said no hunts in New Orleans but a group of demons are up to something there."

"So Dean and I thought it would be good if you and Erik come with us. Get you both out of the bunker while we take out the demons."

"I don't know....."

"Come on. You can spoil Erik and the little guy can get some time out in the sun and fresh air."

"Okay. That sounds nice." You said giving in their puppy dog faces.

"I got dinner done by the way." You say getting cheers from Dean as Sam shook his head smiling.

The impala drove into New Orleans and you felt a bit of heart ache as the car stopped. You got out putting Erik in a baby carrier as Sam and Dean got out.

"We are going to go check out the crime scene. Here, enjoy the city we be back later to go out for dinner." Dean tells you as you nodded taking the money then watched the brothers drive off.

You walked around going to different shops as Erik babble holding your finger. A familiar face caught your attention and swallowed seeing it was Davina who smiled brightly seeing you as she jogged over.

"Y/N!? Where have you been? Rebekah and Elijah has been looking all over for you."

"Places.....humm." You said as you were unsure what to say as her eyes fell on the baby boy that looked awful like Elijah. Erik babble getting your attention as he looked at the new person.

"Y/N can you come with me?"

"De, I don't...."

"Please. I won't take you to the Abattoir. I just need to know something." Davina says as you nodded. You found yourself in Vincent's place having Erik standing in your lap bouncing. Erik was unbothered by Davina poking his finger with a needle to get his blood.

"Erik is Elijah's son."

"But how Vincent? Non of the witches did a spell for it nor did Freya." Davina tells Vincent who looked to you as you swallowed as they walked over.

"Y/N, do you know how you became pregnant?"

"No I don't....I didn't go to any witches nor did I go to Freya." You tell Vincent as Erik sat in your lap kicking his legs smiling.

"So that's why you left because of your pregnancy?"

"Yes. I'm sorry for causing trouble but I need to get going now." You say standing grabbing your bag rushing out the door as Vincent and Davina called your name.

"Y/N?" Kol whispered as you brushed pass him and Klaus both watching you hurrying away as Davina rushed out frowning seeing that you were gone.

"Davina?"

"We need to tell you something." Davina tells Klaus and Kol with a frown. You knew this was a bad idea but couldn't blame Sam and Dean as the brothers wanted what was best for you as you headed for the diner you all would meet up at.

"She had Elijah's son?!" Klaus said after calling an emergency family meeting as Vincent explained what was going on. Elijah sat in shock with Rebekah who was rubbing his hand.

"Y/N didn't tell us why?"

"That she didn't tell us." Davina says sighing as she recalls how nervous you were. Elijah stood fixing his suit jacket with unreadable look.

"Then let's find her and bring her home."

You sat in the diner with Sam and Dean talking and laughing as Dean was telling you what happened on the hunt. You were rubbing Erik's back as he slept with it being late.

"So you ran into an old friend?"

"Yeah....Davina and she most likely told everyone about Erik." You say softly looking down as Sam who was sitting next to you rubbing your back.

"Are you sure they wouldn't accept Erik? From what you told me and Sammy, Elijah and Rebekah loves you something fierce."

"Come on Dean. Hayley had a point, how would I explain that I was pregnant? They could accept Hope because they could explain it but Erik?"

"Yeah but you can find out how." Sam says taking a bite out of his salad as you blinked looking at him.

"How?"

You rocked Erik as he whimpered uncomfortable with being at a crossroads. Sam and Dean thought summoning Crowley to explain how you fell pregnant would help and of course Castiel stayed close to you and Erik not trusting demon.

"Hello moose and squirrel. Oh you brought the little rabbit." Crowley said smirking then it was wiped off his face when his eyes landed on Erik.

"You bought an Original's child with you? Are you kidding me?!" Crowley growled looking at the hunters with narrowed eyes.

"You know about Erik?"

"Yes I know about the boy! As any smart supernatural being would." Crowley says looking around nervous which made the brothers look at one another as it wasn't everyday the demon King was nervous.

"You okay there Crowley?"

"No I am not Winchester. You have both the mate of two Originals and his son so understandably I am on edge."

"Crowley. They are just vampires." Dean says as the look on Crowley's face was they hadn't seen before.

"They aren't just vampires Winchester. They could kill me without blinking these aren't like the ones you kill. They are one of the most feared beings."

"Are you serious?"

"Every. When we all heard that the son of Elijah Mikaelson had been born. Everyone knew to stay clear." Crowley said as you stepped forward after passing Erik to Castiel.

"Do you know how it was possible for me to get pregnant?"

"From my understanding there was a powerful witch that cast a spell then was killed. That is all I know." Crowley said disappearing leaving you all a bit confused.

Next morning Sam and Dean went out to see Benny who was out in the bayou asking if you wanted to join but you declined. You were walking with Erik in his baby carrier strapped to your chest as you walked though a witch's market.

"I found her Elijah." Marcel said after calling the Original when he saw you walking with bags in your hand of things for Erik.

"There she is." Rebekah breathed staring as you were looking at artists that were painting or drawing as Erik babbled smiling.

"There is your son Elijah." Klaus says as Elijah stared at the toddler strapped to you then to you. Both Rebekah and Elijah noted you had cut your hair and still had a bit of baby weight but you were still breathing taking beautiful to them.

They growled seeing a man show up next to you and how you smiled brightly at him and how the boy also smiled brightly at the man. The three Originals listen in on your conversation.

"You have bought a lot of things for Erik."

"Only the best for this little guy Cas." You tell Castiel as Erik let out an excited squeal making you look to see what he was staring at the got him all worked up. You stopped hold your breath seeing Elijah and Rebekah as both stared back.

"It seems he knows who his father is." Castiel commented as Erik was squealing reaching for the suit wearing Original.

"Yeah it seems so." You say swallowing watching they walking up to you. You had many emotions swirl in you and your heart began to ache seeing the soft look in their eyes.

You were soon back in the Abattoir holding Erik in your lap even though the boy was reaching for his father. It was just you, Rebekah and Elijah in the den as both Klaus and Kol let you three talk it out.

"Why did you run from us?" Rebekah asked she wasn't angry instead she sounded hurt, hurt that you didn't trust then enough to tell them about your pregnancy.

"Hayley said you wouldn't be as understanding as you were with her." You say softly looking away from them as in a flash Elijah was in front of you. Erik touched Elijah's face as Rebekah came sitting next to you.

"You are our lover, our beloved. Of course we would have understood. Elijah and I love you so deeply that we would die for you."

"Rebekah is right. We tore up the city looking for you." Elijah says grabbing Erik's hands smiling softly as the boy squealed putting his mouth on Elijah's hand.

"I sorry....I just...scared and Hayley told me all these things. I didn't mean to cause trouble." You said tearing up as Elijah gently took Erik and Rebekah wrapped you up in her arms.

"Shhh love. We weren't angry with you." Rebekah says her tone gentle as you sniffled feeling her kiss your head. Elijah looked at Erik seeing the boy staring back babbling softly.

"You'll be sure to visit right?" Dean asked hugging you after dropping your things off while Elijah was watching with Rebekah who was holding Erik.

"Yeah of course Dean. Thank you for everything."

"We're going to miss you and Erik." Sam says as you smiled hugging the tall hunter.

"If you both miss me too much just come to visit." You say as they nodded smiling and drove off. You turned seeing your lovers and son smiling you walked up as Elijah put an arm around you.

"No more running?"

"No more running." You promised as Elijah and Rebekah took you inside listening to Erik babble.

#rere's stories #elijah mikaelson imagine #rebekah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson x reader #rebekah mikaelson x reader

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer x Fem! Reader

Masterlist

Chapter 10

You were packing up your stuff as students filed out of the lecture hall, it was your last class of the day. As you were walking out towards the parking lot, your phone started to vibrate in your bag. It was the school.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hi Y/N. It’s Mrs. Flynn. I was just calling to let you know that Jo is now waiting inside with me because she was getting cold outside,” she informed you.

“Spencer’s not there?” you questioned, looking at the time displayed on your phone.

Pickup time was fifteen minutes ago.

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Sorry for the inconvenience,” you opened your car door and set your bag down in the passenger seat, turning on the ignition.

“No worries, I have to reorganize the classroom library anyways so I was already planning on staying after.”

Once the call ended, you tried to call Spencer but it went straight to voicemail.

“Hey Spencer, I don’t know if you forgot but it was your day to pick up Jo. I’m getting her now,” you said as you reversed out of your parking spot.

Minutes later, your phone rang again. Expecting Spencer’s contact to show up on screen, your brow furrowed when the name read “JJ” instead.

“Hi JJ?” you said, more of a question than a greeting.

“Y/N, Spencer has been shot. I already told Will to go back to the school to pick up Jo. You should get here if you can. He’s in surgery now but there has been no update since he went in,” JJ explained.

“Oh my god. Okay, I’m turning around now. How did this happen? He didn’t mention he was on a case?” you pulled into a random parking lot to turn around.

“Well technically, we weren’t. We had a lead on a possible local case and we went to interview a potential witness who could give us some more information. We realized too late that he was the unsub. He thought we were on to him and shot Spencer in the leg while trying to escape.”

You had silent tears running down your face.

“I’m five minutes out” is all you could muster and then you hung up the phone.

You ran into the ER doors to find the rest of the team in the waiting room. You were glad you went to Rossi’s dinner party now or else this would have been a much more awkward first meeting.

“Any updates?” you asked frantically.

“No,” Derek sighed, “But no news is good news.”

You took the empty seat in between JJ and Penelope and put your face in your hands, not wanting everyone to see your tears.

-

Two hours of crappy coffee and vending machine snacks as your only source of sustenance later, a doctor emerged from behind the double doors.

She had a completely neutral expression that you couldn’t read but then again you weren’t a profiler.

“Dr. Spencer Reid?” she asked, glancing down at her clipboard.

All of you stood and desperately crowded around her.

“Dr. Reid is in stable condition and awake. The bullet went into his thigh but it wasn’t through and through. He will need to be on crutches for about a week or so but luckily the bullet wound is near the edge of his thigh rather than the middle, meaning recovery time will be shorter,” she explained.

There was a collective sigh of relief along with a few “thank god”s.

“Although he is awake, I don’t think it’s best if you all go in at once since he is very drowsy. He has been asking for a Y/N?” the doctor looked around at you all.

All eyes fell on you. You collected yourself, grabbing your purse and following the doctor down the hall.

“I’ll let you know how he is,” you told everyone before you disappeared past the double doors.

The doctor guided you into a room at the end of the hall. You thanked her quietly and she nodded in acknowledgement, leaving you two alone. Spencer had his eyes closed but his hospital bed was inclined so he was sitting up slightly. You briskly walked over and took the seat right beside him. You took his hand in yours and squeezed it lightly, combing his messy hair out with your fingers.

As you were softly massaging his scalp, you heard a light groan. You retracted your fingers immediately as Spencer began to open his eyes.

Once Spencer took in his surroundings, he quickly sat up completely in bed, letting out a yelp of pain.

“Jo...it was my turn to pick up,” he said frantically.

“Hey, look at me, Spence. It’s okay, she’s at JJ and Will’s. You were shot in the thigh though so you’re not going anywhere. Please lie back down,” you assured him.

He nodded his head, relaxing a bit and looking down at his hands in his lap. He seemed to be processing something in his head.

“You called me ‘Spence’,” he stated.

Shit. That was twice now. It keeps slipping.

“Sorry, I-,” you began to ramble some apology that you didn’t even know where you were going with it. Luckily, he stopped you before you could further embarrass yourself.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he spoke softly as he looked up at you, tears threatening to fall.

“I was so scared, Y/N,” he sobbed.

You swiftly pulled him into your embrace, tucking his head into your neck as you began to gently stroke his hair again.

“It’s okay, let it out. I can’t imagine what that was like. I’m so sorry you had to go through that but you're safe now, I promise,” you whispered to him.

“I was so afraid I was going to abandon you and Jo again. It hurt worse than the actual bullet,” he muttered into your neck.

You removed your hands from his hair and cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look up at you.

“Spencer Reid, you did not abandon Jo in the first place so there is no ‘again’. Second of all, you would have died a hero saving lives and I would have made sure Jo knew that and she never forgot her Daddy or how much he loved her,” you spoke earnestly, never breaking eye contact.

Spencer’s eyes softened. A second later, his lips were on yours again. This time, however, you didn’t pull away. Life was too short and this was already complicated as is, what’s the harm.

You basked in the familiarity of his lips locking with yours. Once he finally pulled away for air, he rested his forehead against yours.

“Go out with me. A real date. No more college dorm dates with takeout,” he smiled.

“You know you didn’t have to get shot to ask me out, right?” you teased.

“I thought I needed a grand gesture,” he beamed, chucking lightly.

“Yeah, Spence, I’ll go on a date with you.”

His lips found yours once again.

-

“Jo, are you ready?” you called out from the kitchen, packing snacks.

“Mommy, I’m already at the door!” she exclaimed.

Jo was eager to go see her Daddy at the hospital. You would spend the day there until he was discharged and then he would live with you guys for the week. You insisted on being there to take care of him while he was healing. You didn’t want him hobbling around all alone in his apartment.

When you walked out to the front entryway, there was a stack of various toys and books that hadn’t been there when you came down the stairs.

“What is this?” you gestured to the pile, amused.

“Daddy has big boo-boo so he needs stuff to cheer him up,” she stated.

“I don’t think we are going to be able to bring all this. Plus, remember Daddy is coming home with us later today. So here’s what we will do,” you handed Jo her dinosaur backpack, “You pack all the stuff you can fit in this bag that you think Daddy needs right away and the rest of the stuff can wait.”

Jo made quick work of sorting through her massive pile, trying to decide what would make her dad the most happy.

-

“Daddy!” Jo excitedly screamed, running towards the bed.

“Jo!” he returned with the same sentiment.

She was unable to get up on the bed herself so you had to lift her up.

“Remember what I said, careful with Daddy or he won’t get better,” you reminded her.

“You can sit her on my good leg,” Spencer patted his right thigh where you gently set Jo down.

“We brought you loads of stuff, Daddy,” Jo chirped, looking over at you.

You revealed a box of donuts from your bag and the coffee tray you had been holding. You handed him a chocolate frosted donut with sprinkles and Jo a strawberry frosted with sprinkles. The two ‘cheers’ed their donuts before biting into them.

“Jo also brought you some things to cheer you up,” you handed her her backpack.

First, she promptly pulled out a pink Disney princesses band-aid and stuck it on Spencer’s already bandaged thigh.

“You need that so it doesn’t get infected,” she repeated Spencer’s words from when she fell at Rossi’s dinner party.

“Thank you, princess. What would I do without you?” he kissed the top of her head as she rummaged around in her backpack some more.

She set up her five favorite dinosaur toys on his tray table in front of them, glancing up at him for approval.

“Perfect,” he smiled, nodding.

Next, she pulled out a piece of paper that had been colored on.

“Who’s this?” Spencer asked, looking at the three stick figures doodled on the paper.

“That’s you, that’s Mommy, and that’s me,” she pointed to each of the sketches.

“Aw, that one is definitely making the fridge,” you smiled.

Finally, Jo took out her Magic Tree House book that she was currently reading. She needed help with some of the words but either you or Spencer or the both of you would help her read it every night.

“You already finished the last one?” Spencer picked up the new book that was next in the series, examining it and smiling proudly.

“And I didn’t need help with a single word on the last chapter,” Jo beamed.

“You’re so smart,” Spencer kissed her head again, “let’s see how far we can get on this one before we can go home.”

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #reid x reader #spencer x reader #cm fanfic #spencer reid #criminal minds

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

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Title: 49% 

Summary: If there’s one thing that Spencer hates more than rejection, it’s spontaneity. But sometimes the things (and people) we love outweigh the things that we hate.  AKA a series of events leading up to a weekend wedding between the BAU’s finest Dr. Spencer Reid and his partner in crime, Y/N. 

Word Count: 1365 

Warnings: none 

Author’s Note: I hope that you enjoy reading this! I really appreciate all of the support and kind words :) 

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Spencer Reid is terrified. Nothing could compare for the pure fear that courses through his veins in this moment. Not even the times he’d run into hostage situations without wearing a Kevlar vest or even in the most lonely parts of his life. He figures that he’s terrified because he has so much to lose. Never in his life did he have someone that loves him as much as Y/N does. And that terrifies him. Somehow, when Spencer is with Y/N he’s simultaneously a man numb with love and a little boy shaking with fear. He knows that he should have gotten over this fear of rejection years ago. He knows that Y/N would never intentionally hurt him. He knows that she loves him more than anything. 

So why? Why is he so terrified to ask her to marry him? Logically, there’s no reason for her to say no. They’ve been together for 3 years, which is long enough at their age to enter into an engagement. It’s not like she doesn’t want to get married; he’s seen her Pinterest wedding moodboard. She talks about their children, almost like they're already here. She wants to get married and she wants to have kids, but the question that bounces around in Spencer’s mind is does she want that with him? 

“Next!” the barista calls Spencer forward to the counter to order. 

“Hi, I’ll have an extra large black coffee with 6 Splendas, and uh, a large iced green tea with honey,” Spencer orders, pulling out his credit card to pay for the drinks. Coffee is probably not the wisest choice, but what can Spencer say the heart wants what the heart wants. 

Spencer awkwardly waits for his drinks, trying to ignore the small box that burns a whole in his pocket. He’d bought the ring a couple of months ago, right after a case that both of them almost didn’t come home, or worse almost came home in a casket. 

“Two drinks for Spencer!” a barista from behind the counter calls, telling him that his drinks are ready. Spencer takes a sip of his coffee, the sweet liquid burning his tongue. Taking a look at the time on his watch, Spencer decides that it’s time to head to the park. 

It’s a short walk to the park, but it seems like it’s the longest walk of his life. Maybe if he wasn’t so nervous or terrified, he'd be able to enjoy how beautiful was. Spencer might be a complete ball of nerves, but he’s a romantic at heart. He wants this to be a perfect start to their perfect life. He finds the park bench that he told Y/N to meet him at. He sits there, waiting for her to show up and waiting for their life to start. 

Spencer’s leg bounces up and down. He should have worn a different pair of shoes. These Converse are so old and ratty, he thinks. He thinks he looks ridiculous in his cardigan and corduroy pants, what was he thinking? He can’t actually expect that she’s going to yes to him. 

While his thoughts are occupied by the constant inner commentary of rejection and ridicule, he fails to her the leaves crunch behind him. His vision goes black when his eyes are covered by a pair of familiar feeling hands. Y/N’s laugh gives it away instantly, but Spencer’s constant vigilance does cause him to yelp in a high pitched squeal. 

“Spencer! It’s me honey,” Y/N says, wrapping her arms around his neck and peppering his cheek with quick kisses. It’s the kind of kisses that say “I’m happy to see you” and “You’re the only one I want to see”. It’s at times like these that he doubts his doubts; maybe he can have faith and hope and lean into the romantic side of himself. The side of himself that sees them walking in the park with a baby stroller, playing on the playset with their children, teaching their kids how to drive in the parking lot and sitting on this bench when their backs hurt all the time and their faces have a few more wrinkles.

“I’d know that laugh anywhere, Y/N” Spencer says, watching her move to sit next to him on the bench. 

“Ohh, thanks for the iced tea!” She says, taking a sip of the cold drink. Even though it’s barely winter, Spencer still can’t believe that she can drink iced beverages in any kind of weather below 50 degrees. He nods and kisses her on her cheek, which causes a small giggle to emerge. Spencer is still kind of surprised that his affections can elicit such happy responses from her. 

“So,” Y/N starts. “Why did you leave our house at 7:00 AM and text me to meet you here?” 

“Umm,” Spencer says, the nerves bubbling to the surface. You can do this, Spencer, he thinks. You can do this, she’s not going to say no. She can’t say no. At this moment, Spencer is really wishing he had his passport with him and a getaway car to jump in, just in case Y/N says no.

“Did you know that only 3% of weddings happen in a courthouse?” Y/N asks at a completely stunned Spencer. 

“Yeah,” Spencer says timidly, not entirely sure where this is panning out, but grateful to listen to his girlfriend. It beats the alternative, him saying something stupid and her laughing at him; him fleeing the state and ending up a magician in a Las Vegas casino. 

“Yes, courthouse weddings are a great alternative, they’re affordable and efficient for couples who just want to get married without all that fuss,” Y/N adds, looking at Spencer. 

She’s profiling you, Spencer thinks. Don’t make eye contact. He knows (and she knows) that the moment he looks into her eyes, he’s done for. Las Vegas here he comes….

“And 51% of marriages end in divorce,” Spencer tells her, before he can even think about what he’s saying. Great he thinks, the day that he’s supposed to propose to her, he’s talking about divorce statistics. 

“You know that I failed statistics in college, Spence?” Y/N asks him. 

“I think I remember you mentioning that,” Spencer says, now thoroughly confused as to where this is going. 

“I have an evil plan to seek revenge against statistics, so I think that it’s my life mission to prove them wrong,” Y/N finishes, pulling something out from her bag. 

Spencer can feel his heart beating in his chest. He’s even more terrified than he was before. Suddenly all those songs that Y/N made him dance to late in the middle of the night make complete sense. 

“But, I also think that it’s my life mission to spend the rest of my life with you, Spence. So, I know that it’s not alway the case for the girl to propose marriage, but I think that you deserve someone to propose to you,” Y/N says, very quickly. 

Spencer sits there on the bench with Y/N sitting right next to him, utterly speechless. Did she just….

“You want to marry me?” Spencer says, dumbly. 

“Of course I do, Spencer! Give me your hand, I got you an engagement ring and-”

Spencer, suddenly fearless, cups her face in his hands, effectively making her quiet. He works on the surge of confidence, leaning in and kisses Y/N on the lips. It’s like he’s kissing her for the first time in his life. It’s like his first kiss ever, but it’s the first kiss of all the kisses of the rest of their life. 

“So I’ll take that as a yes,” Y/N says, breaking apart from Spencer. 

Spencer lets out a laugh, completely forgetting why on Earth he was so scared to propose. 

“So you’re not the only one who had this idea, Y/N” Spencer tells her, reaching into his cardigan pocket. He hands her the velvet box and reveals the vintage ring that he picked out from the second hand jewelry store. 

“Spencer? Is this why you told me to come here? Oh God, I ruined your proposal!” Y/N says, embarrassed that she messed with Spencer’s plans, knowing how nervous he can get. 

“On the contrary Y/N, I’m sure that this is the best possible proposal,” Spencer tells her, as she lays her head against his shoulder. 

“Spencer,” Y/N says, suddenly serious. 

“Yes, fiance?” Spencer teases. 

“How would you like to be in the 3% of marriages? Like as soon as possible. Like tomorrow? I don’t think I can wait another second not being married to you,” she confesses. 

“As long as we’re in the 49%, I’ll do anything you want.” 

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader fluff #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic #criminal minds fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid deserved a happy ending #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds self insert #criminal minds #spencer reid x y/n fluff #spencer reid gets a happy ending #mgg

[papercupids]

trapped - kim doyoung

pairing - yandere!doyoung x gender neutral!reader

summary - you should have known better..

genre - yandere!au

warnings - yandere themes, a lot of manipulation, doyoung is a sly mf, mentions of an abusive household, running away from home, mentions of stitches, mentions of blood, they bury a dead body, doyoung kills someone.

word count - 2.6k

prompts used - ‘everyone’s gone now! no one can get in our way now. why deny our love?’ + ‘hopeless? you think i’m hopeless? sweetheart. pigeon. dove. don’t you see that you’re the one caged here’ from this prompt list 

a/n - i was in midst of completing this fic, couldn’t figure out the end when i came across this prompt list and honestly i couldn’t have completed it without it. shoutout to @go-shotaro for proofreading it <3

Doyoung's sobs rang softly in the house as the loud noises from the television covered it well. You attempted to catch your breath, courtesy of running too fast after he texted you, “emergency”.

Now normally people would counter question each other, “what emergency?” And “what should i do?” But it was something you had established with him after you came to know about how both of your households had been abusive. And it was never to be taken lightly, april fools or not. No one from the two of you was allowed to text it except if it was really bad.

So hence why you ran with all the speed you could muster after sneaking out from your window. Chances of you getting caught were not absolutely zero but you thought about how your best friend could be in danger.

At present, his door was already unlocked, but you don’t pay much attention to it, the sobs absolutely making you fear for the worst.

and some smell. some metallic smell. Before you could recognise it as something you’ve smelled when you got cut while you were chopping off onions, you’re greeted with a pool of blood in the kitchen.

Pool of blood with a body. 

A body. His father’s body, precisely. 

There's a hollow pit in your stomach which digs deeper as you take the seriousness of the situation in, sirens going off in your brain. But you move your eyes all over the kitchen to find the source of the cries, your best friend.

he’s crying softly as if he hasn’t fathomed what he’s done, numb even.

He’s shocked to see you even when it was him that texted you and immediately begins sobbing a little louder when you bend down to his level.

“What happened?” You ask in a hush as if his father is going to wake up if you make a sound.

Instead of replying he clings onto your frame in a hug, his crying getting uncontrollable by the minute.

“He....he..he was going to kill me, y/n.”

it doesn't take you much to be convinced of that, you’ve had past experiences when you bandaged up doyoung's wounds.

Even accompanied him to the hospital for a few stitches on his forehead.

It absolutely pains you that your best friend has to go through this. All this torture at an age where he should be partying out or just overall be carefree, he was burdened with the load of the house. His father off to gamble and his mother, well, she was dead so you can’t really blame her.

And a bulb goes off in your brain

So you get up and offer him a hand as well.

“Doyoung, get up, stop crying, quick, we’re getting out of here.”

“What?” He sniffles.

“You heard me. I’m not letting you go to jail.”

His tears stop finally as you scour his cabinets for gloves and a cloth to wipe the blood off the floor, and he brings a bucket of water as you attempt to wipe off the blood off the floor.

around half an hour later, the blood's no longer visible on the floor and doyoung's dad's body rests in a sitting position in front of the living room.

he sobs occasionally as you both work in silence to eliminate anything that connects doyoung to this.

you would have thought twice if it was someone else. but Doyoung's dad was one of those drug addicts, who if they found some good stuff, would sell their own spouses.

he's been torturing doyoung since you knew him, which was about five years ago. 

The only people that would look for his dad were the ones he used to smoke with. that is, if they remember him at all.

and as for you, it had been a recurring thought to run away from your home. with all the beatings getting out of hand and your parents just over all blaming you for every problem. 

maybe this was a sign that you just should.

maybe you and doyoung be a little happy, make a life for yourselves and not end up like everyone else in the town.

maybe you had a chance at this.

you help doyoung fit the body inside a suitcase. it takes about 20 minutes but it does, finally, close. 

and you let out a visibly loud sigh, cutting off the silence that had taken over you both.

"Can you tell me what happened now?"

"he found out i was stealing from him, planning to run away,”

"Oh,”

he wraps his arms around you, resting his face on your shoulder, and you let yourself loose as well. Head on his shoulder as well.

Without any words, just standing there with the warmth radiating between you two saying something words just could never.

-

You get out of the house and doyoung is behind you, locking the door softly, the walls were thin here and someone could rush out to complain or just to pick a fight for the fun of it if they were drunk.

You stroll the suitcase as if you’re going on vacation to Hawaii, making sure to look at every direction. Left, right, behind, straight.....

He follows close behind you carrying a hoe he found outside in the garden shed, it was rusted; but it would work. And he leads you to his car. 

His dad’s, actually.

No one would actually suspect doyoung and you unless they witnessed this happening. Because there were a lot of times Doyoung’s father would just disappear for days, leaving him to sneak into your room and sleep in hiding.

So it wasn’t quite suspicious.

You reach the boot of the car, your slippers creating a slapping sound on the road; it was a little wet from the showers in the afternoon and muddy.

The silence around is deafening and you turn around for the umpteenth time, scouring every window around to confirm there’s no one watching you.

Doyoung taps the car lightly to get your attention, preferring to maintain the quiet. And you don’t take twice to nod to him and get into the passenger seat.

As the engine revs up, the seriousness of the whole situation settles in your body. Should you just have turnt doyoung in? No, never, that was your best friend. He was the one who did feel like home; you could do this. 

And maybe if you do get caught, you’ll be doing something you won’t be regretting. You’d be doing it for your best friend.

Doyoung’s eyes meet yours through the rear view mirror and he breaks the silence with a cough and a soft whisper,

“Are you sure about this?”

You nod. Words refuse to come to you.

“You won’t be able to turn back after this,”

“I’m sure, doyoung,”

He smiles painfully; like a friend forced to put their friend in danger due to circumstances. But you knew doyoung would do the same for you if it were you in his position.

After driving to the outskirts of the city, doyoung takes a turn around a cluster of trees, the beginning of a forest.

And you turn on your alert mode again, constantly turning back to ensure there was no one lurking around in his uninhabitable area; every slight noise of a vehicle passing by made you jump.

Doyoung was surprisingly calm, this time around he carried the suitcase. And you look at his hands which were blood stained just about an hour ago.

The darkness makes it hard to see but you follow him through bushes and stones, careful with each step of yours.

Trying not to make a sound plus trying to slip.

You swear you can almost hear your own heart pound inside your chest as you walk.

Doyoung stops nearly 15 minutes later; deep inside the forest, there’s a clearing of trees here and he stops you by grabbing your arm.

“I think this will be okay?” His tone is more of a questioning one, but you nod, it was deep inside the forest and no one would ever actually think about digging this up, would they?

Doyoung puts the suitcase aside gently and stretches out a hand in front of you, motioning for you to lend him the tool.

And you give it to him, but feel a sense of insecurity later, it felt like something you could hit someone with in case they found you, but you found yourself defenseless now.

He dug his first jab slowly. But upon realising that slow won’t do much, he did the second one with more impact.

And he hits it till the ground finally breaks, while you keep a lookout towards every direction;

Gradually, doyoung is exhausted and his hands pain from the torture of digging, so you volunteer to dig the rest of it.

Sweat trickles down the back of your neck to your t-shirt, but at least you’re done digging.

Doyoung stands up from his spot where he sat on a protruding tree root to examine if it's deep enough, and you both look at each other for the other’s approval.

And in a swishing motion, doyoung is dragging the bag to the suitcase to the edge of the hole. And his reluctantly trace the suitcase, you have to bury the body alone if you want it to decompose fast; 

So you help him out by getting the body out of the suitcase.

It's deteriorating fast, and the smell makes you breathe through your nose, but you position him the way you want him to be buried and nod to doyoung.

-

an hour later, you’re at a diner sitting quietly and fiddling with your fingers.

trying to figure out what to order.

doyoung stares at you worried; mostly because when the waitress came to place menus at your tables, you let out a loud gasp.

“..and some sprite, yeah that’s it,”

the waitress smiles at you as she completes jotting down your order and disappears right down the hall.

“Hey, are you okay?” Doyoung’s features are concerned and you nod at him and throw him a small grin.

And he smiles warmly back at you.

he takes your hands in his and looks at you, “i’m not sure what i’d do without you,”

The sun’s up, and your mother’s surely banging at your door to wake up; but it doesn’t even matter much, because you’re free and that’s all that matters.

-

An hour later, you're back at the road, when you're hit with the realization that you still don't know where you're going.

"where should we go?"

to which doyoung replies, without taking his eyes off the road - "i have it all planned, don't worry,"

"how do you have it all planned?" you raise your brow, hoping he'd clarify what he meant.

"I mean. i just planned it all out, you don't need to worry,"

and he scoffs, "you're acting as if this was a plan."

"of course not," you cross your arms. and begin to ponder if anyone would be onto you both;

it would be counted as a coincidence at most because you were never seen together, mostly because of the orthodoxy of both of your families.

nevertheless, your family would try for a month at most, and give up later, not thinking of you to be worth it.

it's what they had done when you attempted to run away a few months ago, escaping to Doyoung's house.

and it had hit you there, that there was no one apart from doyoung who cared for you.

-

a few hours later, you had dozed off against your better judgement, while doyoung kept driving to said place cautiously.

and he pulled up inside a cozy parking lot, causing you to jerk awake and yawn loudly; 

"where....are we?" taking in the informality of the place, you were sure this wasn't a hotel, it was something way too familiar. but what bugged you more was how despite being like an apartment complex, the parking was mostly empty. 

doyoung threw you a smile in reply and extended his hand towards you, motioning you to take it, "come with me."

you reluctantly fit your hand inside his, after all he was your friend, he couldn't do you any harm, right?

and he leads you into a bit deeper inside the parking lot, the sound of your breath being prominent in this silence.

at last an elevator comes into view, it's small and cozy; maybe we're going to an airbnb? you glance around the lift warily as doyoung waits eagerly.

as a small bell rings and the elevator doors open, he takes your hand in his once again and looks back at you, "you're gonna love it,"

and you take in the floor number, "9", and follow him through around two doors, both of them absolutely new and maybe even unoccupied. 

he finally reaches the end of the hallway where there is a similar door like the ones you passed through, the only difference being that doyoung fished out a key for this one.

and you don't remember stopping for anything after the diner..

Was this planned?

he was creeping you out more and more every passing minute. 

and he opens it to reveal a fully furnished, small, and a cute apartment. 

but well that would have been your first thoughts if you had been here under different circumstances.

"Do you like it?" doyoung asked, as if he was a little kid asking for an opinion on his drawing.

he shuts the door behind you as he takes your off guard-ness to pull you inside.

"doyoung, what is this?"

"what, you don't like it?" he pouts a little.

"Since when have you been planning this?" you ask, expecting an answer that you know is gonna make you completely repulse Doyoung. 

"Remember I told you how my dad found out I was stealing money from him?" you can't move your eyes from the sofa in front of you, and doyoung moves around you like a merry go round

"why don't you look at the bright side, y/n?" he hovers behind you, his breath fanning your neck.

"and that is?" you ask in a small voice. you had no idea who this man was. because he clearly wasn't the one you had vowed to protect a few years earlier.

"we can finally be together," he whispers in your ear.

"Are you kidding me, doyoung? this can't happen."

and he snaps from his calm demeanour, "everyone's gone now! no one can get in our way now. Why deny our love?"

"doyoung, you're my best friend, i don't love you romantically, please stop with this it's creeping me out."

"that's not a thing to worry about, I'll make you love me."

"it's hopeless doyoung,"

his hands travel from your shoulders to your wrist.

"hopeless?" he scoffs, "you think i'm hopeless? sweetheart. pigeon. dove. don't you see that you're the one caged here."

and as he pulls away, he leaves you free.

but you can't move a limb because a part of you knows doyoung has a trick up his sleeve.

"this memory card," he flicks it in front of you, "belongs to the camera that was installed in my living room, moments before you came. and hence, i have proof that you were an accomplice."

you walked right into that. no one in their right mind would help cover a murder. they do say that they would, but no one would. and you, being the hopelessly foolish, helped him out.

"do you get it now, dove?"

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[babytaes]

reaction to s/o water breaking | svt- ─ ot13 ˎˊ˗

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧ seungcheol ∘*

You and Seungcheol had just finished the night with a quick drink, and the night was quiet and calm. You with your water and him with his wine.  You never imagined that tonight would be the night that all would change.

Something didn't feel right, as a moan escaped your lips you clutched your stomach. When you jumped to your feet, more liquid poured out from your thighs. You called for your husband as you gasped at the puddle in front of you.

As you realized it was time, Seungcheol awoke quickly and smiled. As you wobbled around the kitchen, processing the journey ahead of you, you dashed to get some slides on.

Before running to get everything else, Seungcheol grabbed the baby bag. As you all hurried to the car, giggling at the thought of the little life that would soon join this world, he shut the door and grabbed your side!

✧ jeonghan ∘*

You got up from the sofa and grabbed a bottle of water to cool down the oncoming heat from your forehead. As you staggered towards the counter, a wave of exhaustion washed over you. As you heard trickling liquid leaving your body, you looked down.

“BABEEEE, I THINK MY WATER JUST BROKE."

As he hurried over to you, he ran into the room, worried. You were taken aback by the fear in his eyes, as you had never seen him in this way before.

“All right, you put your shoes on. I'll get the baby bag, and you should hurry to the car. THE BABY IS ON THE WAY!”

You chuckled as you watched him frantically search the house for everything. As you got closer to the car, you turned around to see his disheveled self sprinting towards it, clearly out of breath.

“Love, we have to leave right now.”

As you backed out of the driveway, heading towards the hospital, you strapped yourself in and kissed his hand.

✧ joshua ∘*

As you sipped your lemonade in the backyard at Joshua's parents' home, the atmosphere was very relaxing. His parents have invited the two of you over for dinner and a fun get-together.

You took Joshua's hand and rested your head on his shoulder. When he noticed your odd facial expression, he stared down at you. Your hand flew to your stomach as you examined your pants, as if something had popped inside of you.

Joshua took your hand in his and helped you out of the lawn chair. You and he were both aware of what had occurred. As you tried to catch your breath, Joshua called out to his mother. You weren't expecting your water to break when you weren't at home, so you were caught off guard.

Joshua's mother bolted from the kitchen, alarmed at the state you all were in. As you took her hand and raced you to the car, her maternal instinct kicked in.

“Go get the extra baby bag from my place, Joshua. You never know, so I was ready for anything.”

A tear streamed down your cheek as you clutched his mother's palm, gripping it tighter as the pain increased. She embraced you tightly and kissed your brow.

“Don't worry, sweetie; I'll be by your side until the very end.” You've got this!”

✧ jun ∘* 

As you put the spoon on the stove, Jun walked through the door. He approached you and embraced you, melting into your touch.

“Long day love?”

You kissed his forehead and he nodded before letting go and going to the shower. As you returned your attention to the stove, you heard the water running. When you heard water trickling, you let out a yawn.

He must have left the door open for you to hear it that clearly.  Your foot stepped into a puddle of water without even looking down. Slowly peering down, you noticed that the trickling water wasn't coming from the shower, but from you.

You were in a panic because the due date was next week, not today. You stumbled around the house, looking for your stuff. Jun emerged from the bathroom, towel on, and turned to face you.

“Are you okay, y/n, do you need something."

You had forgotten that Jun was here as you quickly spewed out.

“THE BABY IS ON THE WAY; WE MUST LEAVE RIGHT NOW.”

As he rushed into the room, towel fully off and now rushing for his clothes, he looked at you in surprise.

“I GUESS I'M GOING NAKED.” Jun screamed as you laughed and dashed to the door.

✧ hoshi∘*

“Should we bring the tiger or the adorable tiger onesie with us for our little cub?” You chuckled at his question as you gently pushed him, laughing at his antics.

“Why don't we bring both just in case?” 

He grinned as he stuffed some spare socks, underwear, and hygiene items into the baby bag. You got up to go get some diapers, but you came to a halt in the middle of your tracks. As he gasped, Hoshi looked up from his seat and moved his hand to his mouth.

“IT'S TIME, OUR CUB IS ON THE WAY.”

As he hurried over to your surprised state, he quickly zipped up the bag and threw it around his shoulder, motioning you over to the door, putting light pressure on your back as you slipped on some slides.

You sniffled as you imagined the moment you'd have with your daughter and Soonyoung shortly. As you opened the door, rocking back and forth towards the car, you wiped your tears and heard your enthusiastic husband running after you.

“Please, Love, don't run; we've got time.”

Soonyoung chuckled and motioned you into your seat while holding your hand.

“You have no idea how long I've been looking forward to this moment; our little baby is on the way!”

✧ wonwoo ∘*

“How did your day go, love?” As you slid your dish into the sink, you posed.

As he sat back on the sofa, he looked up from his computer screen. You approached him and placed your hand on his lap. He gently rubbed your shoulder with his hand.

“Well, my members and I were ready for our recent comebacks. We decided to do something special for Carats because it's been a few years.”

“I'm curious as to what Jihoon is up to right now. I'm sure it'll be as fantastic as the others.”

He kissed your temple before returning his gaze to the screen in front of you.

Your hand flew to your stomach as you quickly sat up running towards the bathroom. As you flew into the toilet, water trickled down your leg.

“WONWOO, MY WATER JUST BROKE.”

He yelled back in confusion as he looked around.

“WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO." 

You chuckled as you exited the bathroom, staring at him in shock.

“We literally just practiced the procedure yesterday."

He sprang to his feet, shaking his finger in the air as he realized what had happened.

"TO THE CAR IT IS!!"

�� woozi∘*

The amount of time you and your husband spend in his studio was natural.  It was you guys  second home. As he turned on the latest video that Jihoon had made the other day, you chuckled at Bumzu.

“I mean it's getting there.”

“Hey,” Jihoon said.  As he moved Bumzu away from his keyboard, Jihoon turned around and put his hand to his hurting heart

You laughed at them as they started to argue over some cords. You walked over to Jihoon's fridge and grabbed some water before returning to the couch. As you shone your phone light on it, you noticed something wet running down your pants.

The worry in your voice alarmed Jihoon as you spoke out to him.

“I think my water just broke, love.”

He called for Bumzu to get the spare baby bag from the closet as he stopped tapping on his keys and pulled you off the sofa, motioning for you to get to the car.

As he raced you down the hallway to the car, you turned to look at him in wonder.

“You never know, now let's get you to the hospital now.”

✧ minghao ∘*

You walked into the practice room, waving to everyone as they hurried over to give you hugs and smiles.

Mingyu grinned as he looked at you, and Minghao rushed over to your side, concerned.

"When the deadline is again? I'm looking forward to meeting my favorite child.”

Minghao smiled as he pushed him away from you, chuckling. 

“You're referring to our child.” When you glanced over at the other guys doing random stuff, he motioned his finger between the two of you.

Your hand flew to Minghao's shoulder as you grabbed your stomach, the room came to a halt as you looked down to see water dripping from your leg. As you squeezed Minghao's hand for help, he grabbed your belongings while the member rushed around.

“Wait, I apologize for the mess."

As he motioned you guys to the car, Mingyu waved his hand.

“Just get to the hospital and do whatever needs to be done; we'll take care of it.”

You smiled as you ran to the car, waving to everyone!

✧ mingyu ∘*

As you thanked him for the meal, he put your plate down. You didn't always have time to eat as a couple, but you took this opportunity and ran with it, even though your son had other plans.

“While you get the bread out of the oven, let me get some napkins.”

He nodded and walked over to the oven, while you walked over to the pantry to get some napkins. When you looked over to Mingyu, you felt water trickle down your leg before you could reach the dining table.

He panicked as he ran over to you, his eyes widening as he placed his trembling hands on your stomach.

“I guess baby boy wanted to come out tonight.” As you walked over to the door, laughing as you awaited Mingyu, you said.

He hurriedly placed the food in the fridge and took the baby bag from the room before rushing over to the door and locking it, chuckling.

“He chose tonight out of all the days to come. He would undoubtedly follow in his father's footsteps. As you walked toward the car, you laughed at his joke and kissed his hand.

✧ dk ∘*

As you looked at your husband's antics behind the camera, a loud laugh pierced throughout the studio. He was currently discussing his highly anticipated comeback with BooSeokSoon.

You chuckled when you noticed his frequent glares when you looked in his direction. As the due date drew nearer, the love in his heart for you and your daughter grew stronger.

He'd always wanted a little girl, and his wish would be fulfilled in a few days, unless it was today.

You staggered forward, quickly looking down at your trousers, the wetness rising as you motioned over to Seokmin's manager, whispering that your water had broken.

As you called out to Seokmin, she called over the producer and informed him of the situation. With fear in his eyes, he ran over and grabbed you.

“Is everything alright?"

“Well, your wish is about to be fulfilled. She's coming”

As he ran over to tell the boys, his eyes lit up as he embraced you and kissed your cheek. As he drove to the hospital, they all joined you in the car, babbling about various topics.

“Our princess is on her way,” 

✧ seungkwan ∘*

As Seungkwan rubbed your stomach, you ran your fingers through his hair. As he sighed, he had just completed another OST for an upcoming drama and was exhausted.

“I have so much on my plate that some days all I want to do is hang out with you.” Simply take a few deep breaths and spend time in each other's presence. Is it really too much to ask?”

You crossed over to his arms and rested your head on his chest, your hand entwined in his.

“Well, technically, this is your job. And it's not all bad; at the very least, we'll have more time to devote to this little one soon.”

When you inhaled deeply, he grinned and laid his head on your head. As you quickly stood up and rubbed your stomach, a cough escaped your throat. Seungkwan became aware of your erratic motions and fixed his gaze on the wet spot forming on your jeans.

“Hun, I believe we should go to the hospital.”

As you staggered back from the oncoming motion, you were engulfed in an embrace. He snatched your hand and raced out of the room, thanking the managers as he went.

“Do you think we'll have time for an Iced Americano?”  You chuckled as you turned and smacked his arm.

“No, we don't have the time,” you said, rolling your eyes. You and your obsession.”

✧ vernon ∘*

As Hansol turned on the movie, you sat on the rug, resting your head on his leg. Hansol pressed play on the movie, while the other members and their girlfriends/wives rushed over to the living room and secured their place. As you looked at the scene in front of you, he rubbed your head.

When you saw your favorite actor on tv, a huge grin appeared on your face. Mr. Song Joong-Ki crawled out of the shadows, his pistol aimed at the intruders.

Hansol was shaking his head at your love interest, knowing that you had a huge crush on him. You stared up at him. He said to himself, "He's just an actor."

You slowly rose to your feet and excused yourself to use the restroom. You walked in and drew your pants down, but before you could sit down, liquid poured from your core as you examined the puddle underneath you.

You yanked your pants up and dashed out of the restroom, sprinting into the crowd.

“I apologize for interrupting, but my water broke and we need to get moving before it gets worse.”

As hoots of congratulations were yelled out, there were mixed emotions flowing through the room. As you waved goodbye to everyone, Hansol arrived with the baby bag and all of your belongings.

Hansol kissed your hand and laughed.

“I guess Mr. Vincenzo will have to wait,” 

✧ dino ∘*

You removed it from his grip as you pushed the paintbrush around on Chan's canvas.

“You must do it in this manner, in a circular motion, okay?”

As he whispered into your ear, he smiled and kissed you closer.

“Oh, I can do better than circular motions,” When you lightly shoved him back to his canvas, he kissed your forehead.

“Focus Chan,” 

He chuckled and looked around for more colors, seeing a puddle by your leg on the ground.

“Hey, did you drop your water cup? There's a puddle by your leg. As you jumped to your feet, he pointed to the ground, and you looked down at your soaked shorts.

“It wasn't the paint cup that dropped, it was my water.” We need to get to the hospital now!"

As you wobbled towards the car laughing, he dashed into the room, gathered the supplies, and dashed out the door.

“Imagine if you hadn't noticed, we'd be expecting a baby boy at the house right now.”

As you held onto his side, he shuddered at the thought and started the car.

“Let's focus now, because we all know that would have been disastrous.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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𝚊/𝚗: who else is obsessed with Vincenzo or is it just me. I had to get this done before I watched the newest episode!! Also Seventeen as DADSS, my heart can’t take it- BT

#seventeen #svt #seventeen fics #seventeen scoups #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen joshua #wen junhui #kwon soonyoung #wonwoo #woozi #minghao #mingyu #lee seokmin #seventeen vernon #seventeen dino #seventeen reactions #seventeen imagines #Boo Seungkwan #babytaes works #seventeen masterlist

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Teach Me Something I Don’t Know: Part IV

Summary: The Halloween parade. Will and JJ are adorable. Anita suggests that Spencer become a classroom volunteer. Reader has a rough week.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff, a smidge of angst

Warnings/Includes: none

Word count: 4.4k

a/n: I wish we’d seen more of Will and JJ as parents because I imagine it would be adorable and hilarious. Let’s see if you can guess all of their costumes before the reveal lmao. Your only clue is that Spencer loves keeping with a theme and the brown vest (I literally learned how to make my own shitty gif bc I couldn’t find the right one in the search and I do not understand embedding lmao) makes an appearance.

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“Did you grab the bags?” JJ swept the pleated, platinum braid out of her face as she bent over to zip up her boots.

“No, I thought you did,” Will called, bouncing down the stairs.

“I put them in the car already,” Spencer informed them, popping his head back in the front door. “There was just the one box, right?”

“Yeah, that was it,” Will confirmed. “Shit— where’s Michael’s sword?”

“Should be on the counter,” JJ huffed, standing up and adjusting the bodice of the blue dress.

“Got it.” Will came around the corner of the kitchen, patting his hips where his pockets would be— if he weren’t wearing an adult-sized onesie. “Keys?” Spencer held them up. “All right then, let’s get this show on the road.”

The trio headed to the waiting SUV, Spencer climbing into the backseat as Will and JJ got into the front. Will and JJ chattered on about dinner plans and schedules for the following week, and Spencer smoothed down the brown wool vest layered over his white linen shirt. He’d spent entirely too long putting together the costume over the last week (with a little help from Penelope). He’d scrapped the Spock getup he’d been working on since September— he could always wear that next year. But he’d only get one chance to attend the Room 105 Halloween parade, and once the idea had wormed its way into his brain, he had to make it happen.

“Spence?” JJ’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“Would you be able to pick Michael up on Monday?”

He ran his hands down his thighs over the mint green cropped trousers. “Sure, as long as we don’t have a case.”

Will smirked at him in the rear view mirror. “How’s Ms. Y/L/N?”

“You’re about to see her yourself, so you can ask,” Spencer replied.

Will laughed, and JJ turned in her seat. “Whoa, coming in hot with the snark. You really do like her.”

Spencer fought and failed to keep the blush from rising, irritation at being teased blooming sharp inside his chest. He tried to shrug as nonchalantly as possible. “She’s a great teacher.”

“That’s not a no,” JJ noted, eyebrows raised.

“She’s Michael’s teacher,” Spencer said, like it meant something.

“Yeah, so?” Will shrugged his shoulders. “You’re his godfather. Technically, you’re not related, so it wouldn’t be breakin’ any rules.”

“Well, it’s not like that, so it doesn’t really matter,” Spencer insisted.

Will hummed and JJ turned back around in her seat. Spencer drummed his fingers on his knees and watched DC roll past through the SUV window. It really wasn’t like that. Y/N was just… very nice. A nice, beautiful, sweet, silly kindergarten teacher that he couldn’t stop thinking about no matter how many books he read or coffees he drank or chess games he played.

Monday was the last day of his sabbatical, and he was even more relieved to be headed back than usual— grateful that he’d have something to occupy his mind other than her. Because his mind was, indeed, occupied. The way her smile beamed like the spotlight on a stage, illuminating whoever happened to be on the receiving end. The way her hands moved in unbound, buoyant illustrations of her thoughts. The way her laugh felt like the first warm sip of tea or the wrap of his favorite scarf. It was getting out of hand, to say the least.

Will pulled into the parking lot, and instantly Spencer’s palms began to sweat. He glanced at the headband on the seat beside him and felt the mortification clawing at his insides. The costume was ridiculous; he was ridiculous. He should have just worn the Spock outfit.

Maybe he could just wait in the car and pretend like he hadn’t been able to make it. Or he could just leave the headband in the car. But then he’d just be in mint green capris with a sweater vest and platform sandals, and she’d have absolutely no idea who he was supposed to be. Then he’d have to explain it, and it would be even worse.

Will parked the car, and he and JJ immediately stepped out. Spencer watched them near the hood of the SUV, enjoying a rare moment of co-parenting without work hovering right out of frame. Will pulled the hood of the onesie up and JJ laughed, brushing her hand over the brown fabric twigs sticking out of the top. He supposed that if Will Lamontagne, Jr. could strut his stuff in adult footie pajamas, his handmade costume was probably all right.

With one last resigned sigh, Spencer slid the headband on. He grabbed the box of Halloween treats, opened the door, and hauled himself out of the vehicle. He pushed the door closed and looked in the reflection of the window, adjusting the headband around his curls and blowing out a breath.

“Ready?” JJ called, peering around the side of the SUV.

“Yeah—yeah,” Spencer agreed. He moved around the vehicle to join them, the three of them walking to find a spot in the crowd of parents standing around the carpool loop.

When they found a suitable spot, Will looked up at him and shook his head. The sandals added three extra inches to Spencer’s height, putting him a good six inches taller than Will. “Those shoes make you look like an actual giant,” Will chuckled. “I know that’s the point, but I feel like even more of a shrimp next to ya now.”

Spencer set the box of candy bags on the ground and would have shoved his hands into his pockets if the linen trousers had any. Before he could respond, JJ pointed to the door of the school, cooing, “Oh my god, look. Remember when the boys were that small?”

The PreK classes came out first, and Spencer could acknowledge that they were very cute, barely out of the toddler stage and holding hands with a line buddy. But he was waiting on a very specific cutie.

He’d barely had the thought when the kindergarten classes started to emerge from the door. He almost didn’t recognize her at first— just an orange blob and green shrubbery. But the converse gave her away.

“How is she so cute?” JJ threaded her arm through Will’s. “Even when she’s dressed as a giant orange blob.”

“It’s a gift,” Will agreed. He glanced up at Spencer. “Right, doc?”

Spencer nodded but didn’t take his eyes off Y/N. “I think so, yeah.” Will grinned and bumped JJ’s shoulder, but Spencer barely even registered his own response.

Thankfully they’d picked a spot near the very end of the loop, so he had plenty of time to get himself together before she was in front of him. While Will and JJ waved at all the tiny superheroes and princesses, he watched Y/N. She was all orange fabric from her shoulders to her knees, with bright orange Chucks to match. On her head was a strange variation on a party hat, bright green ferns sprouting from the tip of the cone and falling into her face. She looked absolutely ridiculous and entirely adorable, and he was in so much trouble.

When the class finally approached the final curve of the loop, Will nudged Spencer and gestured to the box of goodie bags. Spencer crouched down and lifted the box, standing back up to see Y/N laughing at Will and JJ. “Very cute, Lamontagne Family.”

Her gaze traveled across, then up, and then her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. Spencer wondered if maybe the earth could just open up and swallow him whole.

“Oh my god, are you—?” She stepped forward and ran her hand lightly over the vest, and he didn’t dare breathe. “Are you the BFG?!” Her hand dropped from his torso, and he didn’t have time to be disappointed before her face split into quite possibly the biggest smile he’d seen from her yet.

A tiny Superman shouted, “Ms. Y/L/N, we’re making a gap!”

Y/N came back to herself, gesturing to all three of them. “Don’t go anywhere.” She accepted the offered box of treats from Spencer and then turned to help her class catch up.

Will gave him a look. “It’s not like that, huh?”

“Oh my god, she likes you.” JJ clapped her hands together. “This is amazing.”

“I’m takin’ credit for this,” Will bragged. “I’m a regular ol’ matchmaker.”

Spencer couldn’t even be bothered to attempt a denial. He was still thinking about the feel of her palm on his chest, how it might feel to hold her hand, the way her eyes practically sparkled when she saw his ridiculous headband. He was in so much trouble.

Fifteen minutes later, the classes filed back out into the parking lot for dismissal. Y/N led the class down the sidewalk, grinning at the excitement coursing through her line. As they approached the end of the loop, Y/N caught sight of them and waved. The kids lined up in their normal spot, chatting excitedly about their costumes and candy bags.

“Lord, Ms. Y/L/N, you’re something else,” Will laughed.

“Is it not the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever seen?” She laughed and tapped the green shrubbery hanging in her face. “I have the kids do a little persuasive writing thing every year. They draw a picture and write a sentence about what they think Ms. Y/L/N should be for Halloween, and then we take a vote.”

She waved her hands in that way Spencer loved, the way that was so similar to his own. “Usually the options are pretty tame, you know—ghost, witch, bumblebee. This year was a near tie between runner-up Jojo Siwa and well,” she gestured at herself, “carrot.” Y/N cackled, and the leaves on top of her head shook with the action.

They all laughed along with her, and then JJ added, “The details are truly incredible. Is this an actual plant on your head?”

“I really thought about it,” Y/N laughed, “but no, it’s just fake ferns stuffed into a cardstock funnel.” She gestured at Will and JJ. “But also, excuse me— this family costume is ridiculously cute. Mr. Lamontagne, loving this onesie. Mrs. Jareau, I didn’t even know it was possible to look prettier than you usually do, but here you are. And Michael’s Anna costume?” She held her hands up. “Incredible. Show stopping. I wish I had an aunt Penelope to enlist the help of, because that cape is the actual height of fashion.”

“She helped Spence, too,” JJ prompted, stealing a glance in his direction.

“Oh yeah?” Y/N asked, turning to smile at Spencer.

“We um, 3D printed the ears,” he clarified.

“No way!” She took a step closer to him, peering up at the detail on the headband. He leaned down a little for her to get a closer look. “That is so cool. I’ve never actually seen anything 3D printed up close before— did you design them yourself?”

She met his eyes briefly, and he realized how close they were— close enough that he caught the faintest whiff of sandalwood and cardamom. Of course she even smelled like warmth and home. “Well. I, um— I drew a sort of sketch, I guess. And then Penelope did the software coding. I— I’m not very good with technology, honestly.”

She ran her fingers lightly over the plastic, and he decided she was really trying to kill him. “Yeah, I’m not sure I really understand how it works.”

“Well, first you create a blueprint file of the design you want to print, which you can do through modeling software or three-dimensional scanning. Then you convert the file into an STL file— named for Stereolithography which was the first ever 3D printing process. The STL file is made up of triangular mesh polygons, which is the data that describes the surface of a three-dimensional object. After that, you use a software program to complete the process of slicing— essentially dividing or chopping the 3D model into hundreds or thousands of horizontal layers that the printer can print one at a time to create the 3D object. And then the printer prints each layer until you have your finished product.”

Y/N was quiet, and he pulled back to see her grinning at him. “I thought you said you weren’t very good with technology?”

“I’m not good with using technology,” he clarified.

She nodded. “Gotcha. So you just know everything about it.”

Her joking tone had a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I read a lot.”

“How much is a lot?”

“I can read at a rate of 20,000 words per minute, so… a lot.”

Her eyebrows shot up into the tangle of ferns on her head, and he was just so overwhelmed by how adorable she was. “Well, if I ever have a question about anything, I know who I’m coming to.”

He was sure he was blushing, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care. “I’m happy to answer any and all of your questions.”

She let her gaze travel over the rest of the costume. “Oh my god, the sandals! Man, you really nailed it. I’m very impressed.”

“Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “I thought about being Trunchbull, but I couldn’t find the sweatshirt,” he joked.

She laughed, and he wanted to bottle it up to keep forever. “As much as I would have loved to see your hair in a bun… you’re much too sweet to have been able to pull that off.” She smiled softly at him. “Much more suited to our friend the BFG.”

He rubbed a hand down the back of his neck, and it was only then that he realized Will and JJ had gone to the car. He looked back to Y/N, opening his mouth but unsure of what he was going to say.

“Y/L/N!” He turned his head to see Anita jogging toward them. “Did you—” The giant cardboard box she was wearing knocked into one of the few kindergarteners left in Y/N’s line, nearly sending them to the ground. “Oh my gosh, sorry sweetheart!” She righted the startled child, and Spencer gave her a once over, completely at a loss as to what her costume could be.

“What in the world are you supposed to be?” Y/N asked, choking out a laugh.

Anita looked at her deadpan. “A monopoly piece. Remind me that I’m never participating in team costumes ever again.” She rolled her eyes and gestured at Y/N. “Next year I’m gonna wear an orange t-shirt, call myself a carrot, and be much more comfortable.”

“I’ll have you know this costume was a lot of work,” Y/N remarked, crossing her arms.

“I’m sure it was. You could have put on an orange dress, stuck a green pipe cleaner in your hair, and called it a day, but that’s not the Y/L/N way.” Anita’s eyes slid across to where Spencer stood. “Well, hello, doctor. I have absolutely no idea what you’re supposed to be, but I love everything about it.”

“Spencer’s the BFG,” Y/N said, and Spencer could have sworn she sounded almost proud.

“Ah, Roald Dahl, of course.” Anita smirked. “I see you, Spencer. I see you.” She put her hands on her hips— or rather where her hips would have been if they weren’t covered by a ridiculously large box. “So, when are you going to volunteer?”

“Sorry?” he asked.

“Like, when are you going to volunteer in Y/L/N’s classroom?” She held up her hand, palm down, and made a circular motion between the two of them. “You know, hang out, but professionally.”

“Oh my god, did you need something?” Y/N’s squeaked, eyes wide.

Anita ignored her. “You just have to do a background check, but I’m sure you’ll pass it.”

“Lopez,” Y/N said, staring her down. “Do you need something?”

“Oh, I was just going to ask if you got the email about the PD after school on Tuesday. But this was much more fun.” She winked at Spencer. “Bye, Spencer.”

They both stared after her as she nearly skipped across the grass to the building. Y/N turned to him. “I’m— so sorry.”

He met her eyes and took the leap. “Volunteering could be fun.”

He watched her press her lips together to contain her smile. “It could be.”

He didn’t bother containing his own. “I’ll um— I’ll shoot you an email.”

“I’ll respond to your email.”

…

When he walked in the door, Spencer made a beeline for his desk. He opened his laptop and pulled up his email account, writing as fast as his one-finger typing would allow.

Spencer Reid Re: Volunteering

Hi!

I’m just following up about volunteering. Anita mentioned a form that I needed to fill out? Now that I’ll be back to work, I’ll just need to plan around the BAU schedule. Could you give me a list of days that would work for you?

Really looking forward to seeing you in action.

Spencer

He checked his two other email messages, and then left the browser up while he thumbed through his most recent reading material.

He sat at his desk for the remainder of the afternoon, distractedly perusing his book and glancing at his empty inbox every minute or so. His gaze flew up to the screen at the ding of a new message at 6:30, only to find a promotional email from one of his favorite indie bookstores.

He closed his laptop with a sigh. It was a Friday night. Y/N probably just didn’t check her email on the weekend. He could wait until Monday. He’d see her on Monday.

He limited himself to checking his laptop twice a day on Saturday and Sunday. When Monday rolled around, he checked it in the morning. He leaned back against the leather of his chair, staring at the empty inbox. He had some errands to run, and for the first time in his life, he wished he had a phone that had email on it.

He ran his last-day-of-sabbatical errands and stopped in at his favorite coffee shop for most likely the last midday, sit-down coffee he’d have for a while. Before he realized, it was 2:30. He brought his empty mug to the counter and waved to the barista. Then he walked to the car and prepped his conversation starters.

“Did you get my email? I sent you an email, just wondering if you saw it? Hey— Hello— Hi, I wasn’t sure if you got my email.” He blew out a breath. “Hi. How are you?” He waved his hand. “I’m great. Did you get my email?” He laughed into the empty car. “Ridiculous, Spencer. You’re ridiculous.”

When he pulled into the parking lot, his heart was racing and his palms were slipping against the steering wheel. He pulled around the loop, looking with a furrowed brow at the area where Y/N should be. In her place was a short woman with cropped grey hair. She held a clipboard and looked generally overwhelmed.

Michael sprinted to the car as soon as he saw it. He pulled open the door and let out a world weary sigh. Spencer turned in his seat. “Everything all right?”

“No, everything is terrible,” he huffed dramatically. “Ms. Y/L/N was sick today. Mrs. Franklin was our substitute, and she smells weird.”

Spencer looked through the window at Mrs. Franklin, struggling to keep a few rowdy boys in the line. “I’m sorry, buddy. I’m sure Ms. Y/L/N will be back soon.” He was secretly relieved that he had a potential explanation for the unanswered email.

“I can’t take another day of Mrs. Franklin,” Michael sighed, buckling his seatbelt. “I hope Ms. Y/L/N’s back tomorrow.”

Spencer let out a breath and pulled away from the curb. “Me, too.”

…

JJ huffed out a breath, glaring at the stack of paperwork in front of her. Spencer was nose deep in a book, but he glanced up at the sound. “I can take a few of those if you want,” he offered.

“No, it’s fine,” she sighed. “I’ve really only got six left.”

He looked at his watch. “Each report takes you approximately 37 minutes. With eight minute breaks in between, you’re not going to be out of here until almost 6:00.”

JJ laughed. “I can’t believe I missed out on these scathing performance reviews for thirty days.”

“Suit yourself.” Spencer dropped his gaze back to his reading.

His first week back from sabbatical had been uneventful to say the least. The team had just wrapped a local case, and they’d spent the better part of the week going over consultations and potentials. It was finally Friday, and Spencer was finished with his stack of backlogged reports.

He was finishing the last chapter of the book when JJ dropped a string of quiet curses. He continued reading, waiting for her to ask. She was quiet for another minute.

“I forgot I’m on duty to pick Michael up today.” Spencer looked up at her, slight panic coming over him.

“I really don’t mind finishing your reports,” he offered.

JJ raised her eyebrows. “What, no offering to visit Ms. Y/L/N?”

Spencer closed his book. “I, um. I sent her an email a week ago, and she hasn’t responded.”

“So?”

“So…” Spencer ran a hand through his hair. “That’s weird, right?”

JJ laughed. “You don’t really use email, so I’d imagine your inbox is pretty orderly. But if you use it a lot, it can be easy for messages to get lost.” She looked at him pointedly. “I can almost guarantee that she’s not ignoring you, Spence.”

He sighed. “I guess there’s a quick way to find out.”

...

Spencer drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, watching the door of the school. He glanced at the clock, noting the class was later than they’d ever been. Without really understanding why, he pulled out of the loop and swung back around to park in the lot. He exited the car, and as he rounded the hood, he spotted them.

Y/N was at the front of the line, hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket and mouth pressed into a thin line. The line behind her was unlike he’d ever seen it. No waving arms, no smiles, no giggles. Twenty small bodies followed behind her with absolute and total solemnity, and he felt uncomfortable just watching them. It would have almost been funny if it wasn’t so dramatically out of character.

The line weaved around the more rambunctious classes, maintaining their grave expressions and quiet pace. They reached their spot on the sidewalk, and Y/N didn’t even have to say anything. Spencer watched as the line took their spots behind her. She held one hand up to acknowledge parents as they pulled up, murmuring stoic goodbyes to students as they headed to their vehicles.

He hung back at the hood of the car until the majority of the class was gone, slowly making his way across the parking lot. Y/N’s line of sight was pointed in his direction, but her eyes were unfocused in the afternoon sun. He could see the moment that she registered his presence, her eyes widening slightly and bottom lip releasing from the place she’d been absentmindedly chewing. She shifted her weight as he closed the final few feet between them.

“Hi.” She held a silent hand up in greeting. He clenched and unclenched his fingers. “Rough day?”

“It’s not always sunshine and rainbows, despite what everyone thinks,” she snapped. She blew out a breath and rolled her eyes up to the perfectly blue sky, mocking her mood. “I’m sorry. Yes, it was a rough day.”

“You don’t need to apologize.”

“You don’t deserve my wrath.” She gestured vaguely in the direction of the students. “They didn’t either, but— too late for that.”

He watched as she lowered her head back down, rubbing a hand over her face. He desperately wanted to slay whatever dragons had given her normally brilliant eyes such a grey cast. “You have strong relationships with them, and kids are resilient. I’m sure they know you—”

“Please— don’t.” Her voice was thick, and she looked at him with desperate eyes. “I— I appreciate the thought, but I’m— I’m a frustrated crier.” Her shining irises proved her point. “And I’m just— I’m really just trying to keep it together for the last four minutes of my contract time.” Her words were practically a whisper, and she swallowed thickly and glanced down the line, just Michael and one classmate left, eyes downcast.

“I understand.” Spencer shoved his hands in his pockets to keep them from reaching out and touching her. “I’m sorry. I— I hope your weekend is better than today.”

Michael slowly left the line, murmuring a quiet goodbye to Y/N. Spencer put a hand on his shoulder and steered him toward the car, stealing one last glance at a crushed Y/N.

...

Y/N Y/L/N

Re: Re: Volunteering

Hi,

I meant to respond to this email, and then a bunch of things happened, and then I was out all week.

I don’t know if you even still want to volunteer after this afternoon, but it felt rude to not respond at all.

I’ve attached the background check form to this email in case you’re still interested.

Y/N

1 Attachment: Background Check

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Hi,

I meant what I said this afternoon. Your students love you, and they know you love them. If my conversation with Michael in the car was any indication, they’re feeling rightfully embarrassed and guilty about their behavior while you were out.

Regardless of what happened today, your relationships with your students are strong enough that they will come to school tomorrow knowing that you still care about them. Children don’t hold onto things nearly as much as adults.

It would be a privilege to volunteer in your classroom, even on the worst day.

Spencer

1 Attachment: Background Check - Spencer Reid

—

If I wasn’t already crying, I would be now.

Thanks for that.

No sarcasm intended. Really. Thank you.

—

This might be inappropriate, and if it is, please just pretend like this email doesn’t exist.

I have a favorite cafe in the DuPont circle area, Soho Tea & Coffee. They have an excellent tea drink made with honey and milk that I like to order whenever I’ve had a particularly difficult day.

If you’re up for it, it’s on me.

———

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