#but yeah she finally got into a room almost 24 hours later

[futureofthemasses]

How was y'alls days yesterday, I personally spent several hours at the ER with my mom again before eventually eating McDonald's at 11:15 pm (also the cats ate at that time too)

#they were surprisingly good about it #if anyone had been home they would have been awful #but yeah she finally got into a room almost 24 hours later #my hospital is STUFFED rn #love this for us

[stevesbipanic]

For the lovely @withacapitalp happy birthday Liam hope you have the best day today!!!!

Steve had been pacing around the apartment all morning. Well, pacing wasn't really the right word, Eddie would describe it more like having the same zoomies their cat Toothpaste has at 3am.

You see today was–"It's Robin Day, Eds!" As his lovely boyfriend had practically screamed in his ear at 5am. "And it will still be Robin day when you return from your job at a normal waking hour, babe."

Eddie had hoped the jog would've gotten some of the energy out of Steve's system but he seemed more hyper on his return, at least he'd brought Eddie coffee.

"Love, Robin isn't even on the plane yet."

"I know, but it's today, Eds."

Steve looked so bright it made all of Eddie's sleepiness fade away. It had been hard, living away from Robin. They'd all shared an apartment when she went away for college but by the time she got a job in New York, Steve and Eddie were not only dating finally but settled into Chicago life.

They spoke every day of course, Robin and Steve never missed a nightly catch up of the day's events, Eddie didn't even know what they'd talk about once they were in the same state again. Eddie knew Robin would always be Steve's number one and he loved that about him.

There was one other thing about today though. "Sweetheart, you know it's not just Robin Day, right?"

Steve looked confused at his boyfriend, kind of like the way a puppy looks when you move his toy.

"What could be more important about today than that."

Eddie began humming a specific tune wrapping his arms around Steve's waist. "Oh, right, my birthday, 24 isn't exactly a big deal Eds," Steve said rolling his eyes.

Eddie laughed, "Your birthday is the reason Robin's coming, sunshine, plus after the number of times we've both almost died I think every birthday is a big deal."

Steve nodded his head and returned the embrace Eddie had been giving him, "True, you think you're gonna have a quarter life crisis in August, Mr 25?"

Eddie grinned, "Oh yeah, I think imma buy a guitar and start a band." Steve laughed, while Corroded Coffin never got famous they got relatively well known in the local scene, Tuesdays were now a regular gig at The Squire downtown.

"Four hours til she lands," Steve said kissing Eddie's cheek and running upstairs to make sure the guest room was ready for the tenth time. "Still not on the plane yet!" Eddie called up laughing.

Four and a half hours later their loving room was filled with laughter and joy once more. "And then the guy asked the flight attendant for another ginger ale and Steve this man was looking green and you know how I don't deal with sick people well I'm surprised I survived the flight at all," Robin rambled filling Steve in on her flight from hell.

"Honestly, you should just move back here, save yourself the flight," Steve joked. Robin glanced at Eddie, one little birthday surprise they hadn't told Steve yet.

"Actually, my contract is ending in two weeks, and um, they offered to extend it at...their Chicago office."

Steve was frozen, if Eddie didn't know better he'd think Vecna had returned from the dead to finish them off after all these years. Then the screaming started.

"YOU'RE MOVING BACK TO CHICAGO!"

"I'M MOVING BACK TO CHICAGO!"

Pretty soon everyday would be Robin Day and with his boy looking that happy Eddie wouldn't want it any other way.

#happy birthday liam!!!! #and hehe the brief return of toothpaste the cat #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stobin #with a capital p #ficlet

[try-set-me-on-fire]

brick. sincerely. i need you to stop. for my own safety and sanity. please 🙏

:)

Later, Bobby will feel a little guilty for being the one who was there. It was complete chance, an entirely accidental set of circumstances. Maddie, it should have been Maddie here, or at least Maddie here too, but Chimney got caught in traffic ferrying Jee-Yun to Mrs. Lee’s before his shift started so he’d had to apologetically hand her off to Maddie at the hospital so she could finish that journey and he could go straight to the station. Hen and Athena were both at work already. The Buckley parents were off somewhere, doing something. Last they’d talked they had complained of the discomfort of waiting room chairs that Bobby had politely sat in for the better part of the last week. Eddie might have been in the hospital or might have been at home with Chris, Bobby never thought to ask afterwards. Not too far, never too far, the palpable desperation of his want to be close to Buck driving him away from the man’s side just as much as it kept him close.

So it’s just Bobby in the room, alone there for no more than 20 minutes when Buck’s eyes start moving behind their lids again. It’s happened fairly frequently over the past 24 hours since they’d taken him off the ventilator, and they’d all tried to learn not to get excited about it and failed every time. Bobby holds his breath as he watches Buck keep taking his own, following the flick back and forth of movement.

He just doesn’t think he has any more claim to Buck than any of the rest of them. He doesn’t deserve to be here more than Hen and Chimney, his siblings by choice, or Maddie, his sister by choice and blood and time and hard work. He doesn’t deserve to be here more than Eddie does, Eddie should be here, Bobby knows his heart would unbreak, seal right back up to see Buck wake again. Christopher, even, the child Buck is helping raise and is so good at doing so, should get to be in this chair at his side. It’s not fair that he - captain and sometimes friend and father only in an abstract, unspoken way that Bobby doesn’t much believe he’s done enough to earn - is the only one present when Buck’s eyes finally, finally flutter open. Bobby had forgotten, somehow, how blue they were, even this tiny peek of them.

“Nurse!”

He’s surprised his voice doesn’t crack more than it does as he calls out, but then he’s not thinking about it at all because Buck’s open eyes drift towards the sound, and Buck is looking right at him.

“Buck- Buck, hey, kid, can you hear me?” His voice shakes and so do his hands as they reach and hover over Buck’s chest and face.

Buck stares blankly at first, blinking slowly, and then his nose wrinkles in such a familiar way that it almost chokes Bobby from the inside. “B…”

“Yeah, yeah, hey, I’m right here-“

Buck blinks again, and Bobby thinks someone should turn the lights off for him, and he vaguely notices that hospital staff are rushing into the room, but then Buck’s eyes are widening and his arm is moving - moving! - and Bobby is catching his hand and Buck’s fingers are curling around his own. “Bobby,” he says, voice raspy and a little slurred and maybe the most beautiful thing Bobby has ever heard.

“Y- yeah, kid, I’m here.” He rests his free hand against Buck’s face and Buck leans into his palm, and tears well up immediately at the small amount of pressure.

Buck searches his face with a frown and Bobby wishes he knew what he was looking for so he could give it to him and smooth over the slant in his eyebrows. “You… you’re okay?”

“Yeah, kid, I’m okay, I’m right here, I’m okay.” Bobby runs a thumb over Buck’s birthmark, squeezes his hand. “It’s okay, you’re awake, your eyes are open-” he has to stop to laugh, it bubbles right up out of him even as the tears spill over. “Your eyes are open. You’re here with me, you’re awake,” he laughs again, choked up with it, and leans his forehead down to rest against Buck’s. Guilt will come later. For now everything is okay, because Evan Buckley died last week and is now nodding against him, breathing on his own, holding his hand, awake, awake, awake.

#my writing #thats his dad…. thats his dad boogie woogie woogie…. #bobby nash #evan buckley #dad and boy

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Tarlos @flufftober day 3 (yes, finally)

"Wait, you love me?" "Always have."

Push (AO3)

Some missing moments from Push (S03E04) between TK waking up in the hospital to him coming home to the loft with Carlos.

(after every --- it's a new day)

------

“Hey.” TK said softly to a sleeping Carlos next to his bed. He gave his hand a squeeze. “Carlos.”

Carlos’ eyes flew open and he looked panicked for a moment before finding TK and a sleepy smile spread over his face.

“Hey.” TK said again.

“Hey yourself.” Carlos replied and moved his chair a little closer to the bed, pressing a kiss to TK’s knuckles when he settled down again. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired. Kind of cold. Still.”

It had been a rough 24 hours. From TK almost dying and Carlos trying to get himself to say goodbye, to him miraculously waking up and getting stronger by the hour.

They were back together but they both knew there were still some difficult conversations to be had. Later. For now though Carlos just sat by TK’s bed and held his hand, fingers lingering on his pulse point, just to remind himself he was there, he was ok, and most importantly, he was his again.

“The doctor said that’s to be expected. It’ll take your body some time to recover from everything.”

TK gave him an amused look.

“What?”

“Have you been talking to my doctor about me?”

“No, no, no. She came to talk to your dad earlier. He was here. And I just… heard it too. I wasn’t digging or anything.”

“Babe, relax, it’s ok. I don’t mind.” TK assured him and Carlos seemed to relax a little at that.

“Do you want me to go find a nurse and ask for another blanket? Or maybe a hot water bottle? I don’t know if they have that but I can ask.”

“No, I’m ok. I just want you.”

Carlos smiled.

“You have me.”

---

“Aren’t you uncomfortable in that chair?” TK asked. He’d woken up from a nap and Carlos was right there in the chair next to his bed. Right where he’d been the past 48 hours, only leaving the room when the medical staff forced him to, or for quick bathroom breaks.

“I’m fine.” Carlos insisted. He sat up a little straighter and cracked his neck and rolled the stiffness from his shoulders. “Your dad went to get some food and call your mom. I think she’s planning on flying out as soon as the storm lets up.”

“Is it still going?” TK glanced at the window but the blinds were closed.

“I don’t know. I haven’t been outside in two days.” Carlos admitted reluctantly. “My mom dropped off a change of clothes for me and some food while you were asleep.” He explained.

TK nodded and they sat in silence for a while. He hated how awkward things still were between them. He’d never had a problem talking to Carlos, not even when he was still in denial he was falling in love with him.

“Don’t you have a shift?” he asked after a while.

Carlos shook his head.

“I had some time off scheduled. To… work on the loft... They made me take the days.”

“Oh…”

“I only got called in because of the storm. And because Marj was back at it again. I didn’t want anyone else picking her up.”

“Wait you arrested Marjan?” TK asked, carefully steering the conversation away from painful topics.

“Yeah. A few times actually. Didn’t she tell you?”

“I haven’t seen much of her lately. Fire got moved to other houses in the city and with the three of us working for Paragon… We just don’t really get to hang like we used to.”

Carlos nodded.

“Do you still hate working for Paragon?”

“So much.” TK groaned. “They only care about money and profits. If I take too long helping someone, I get called into the office to explain myself. But… it’s the only way I can keep working with Cap and Nancy, so I don’t have a choice.”

“Well… I’m here if you want to vent.”

---

“Hey, I found an episode of grand designs. It's probably a rerun though, so you’ve probably already seen it.” TK told Carlos when he came back into the room after a shower.

The nurses had started to take pity on him and his back, and had worked their magic to get a second bed put into TK's room as well as given him a towel and some soap so he could freshen up.

It had been four days since TK had all but come back from the dead and Carlos was slowly starting to accept he wasn't going to disappear or die on him if he left the room for more than five minutes.

“I haven't watched much TV lately. I picked up a lot of extra shifts. I uh… didn't want to be in the loft on my own. I mostly just went to bed the minute I got back after work.” Carlos told him and sat down in the chair next to TK's bed again.

“Let's watch it together then. I think it's just started.” TK scooted over and patted the mattress. Plenty of room for both of us.

“No, no, I don't want to hurt you.”

“You won't. Come on, I want to cuddle with my boyfriend.”

Carlos hesitated for a moment before shaking his head and giving in.

“You play dirty.” He said as he carefully got on the bed next to TK, wrapping his arms around him.

“Maybe. But it works.” TK replied, slipping an arm around Carlos' waist and getting comfortable in his embrace.

They watched the show without really paying attention to it, just happy to be close to each other again.

---

“And then Paul got stuck inside the ice house with the girl, but we got them out. And her dad was so happy, he wanted to buy us a Ferrari.” Mateo excitedly told them.

Mateo, Judd, Paul, and Marjan had stopped by to see how he was doing and catch him up on everything that had happened the past few days.

“Uh no, he offered to buy me anything I wanted, you two just tried to talk him into buying you expensive cars.” Paul cut in.

“Hey, I’m a new dad, I deserve to celebrate.” Judd replied.

“Celebrate by having someone buy you a sports car?” TK asked laughingly. “Anyway, show me a picture of my goddaughter.”

“Who says you get to be her godfather?” Marjan asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Almost dying does not automatically give you godparent rights.”

“Oh and being a social media star does?”

“No but being a kickass firefighter might.”

“So that makes me her godfather.” Paul said, daring the others to disagree. “Since you are no longer a firefighter.” He pointed at TK. “And out of the two of us, I’m the one who saved the girl.”

“Technically you didn’t save anyone. The rest of the crew saved you both.” Marjan pointed out.

“Alright quit your fighting. We haven’t decided on godparents yet. But my brothers and Grace’s sisters are higher on the list than y’all.” Judd told them. “But you’re all more than welcome to babysit.”

“Sure. I’ll be happy to.” Marjan said, a little too loudly. “Auntie Marjan will teach her how to deal with all the stupid boys in her life.”

TK laughed.

“She’s only a few days old, Marj.”

“So we’ll start early so when she gets to an age where boys become annoying, she’ll know how to deal with them.” Marjan replied. “Like when they’re obviously still in love with the guy they broke up with and won’t tell you why but just mope around for months.”

“Well you won’t have to deal with that anymore.” TK told her and looked at Carlos who was sitting next to him on the bed, quietly observing and letting the madness wash over him. “Right babe?”

Carlos just smiled and met him halfway when he leaned in for a kiss.

---

“TK will you please tell your mother I am not lying or trying to placate her when I say you’re doing better?” Owen said, exasperated, walking into TK’s hospital room, holding his phone away from his ear.

TK had been moved out of the ICU and onto a regular ward that morning, but thankfully still had a room to himself.

He took the phone from his dad.

“Hey mom, dad is not lying. This time.” He joked and laughed at Owen’s reaction. “I’m ok.”

“What does your doctor say about that?” Gwyn asked. “I know what you and your dad are like.”

“Mom, I really am ok. The doctors actually think I can go home soon.” TK lied. He was desperate to get out of hospital but none of the doctors had said anything about discharging him yet.

“As soon as the weather improves and Jonah’s ear infection clears up, we’re on the next flight out.” Gwyn promised. “I hate the thought of you on your own in that hospital because your dad has to single handedly save Austin from a blizzard.”

“I'm not on my own. Carlos is here.” TK said, ignoring his mom’s dig at his father and reaching out for Carlos’ hand.

“Oh Carlos is huh, does that mean the romance is back on?”

TK laughed.

“Don’t pretend dad hasn’t told you.”

“He might have mentioned him being at the hospital a lot.” Gwyn admitted. “But you know what your father is like, he never tells me anything important and leaves out all of the details.”

“There are no details. Carlos is here, we talked, I love him, he loves me… and we’re back together. We know what not to do now. We want to make it work. We are going to make it work.” TK said determined and looked at Carlos who squeezed his hand in confirmation.

Suddenly he heard a loud wailing in the background and Gwyn sighed.

“Jonah just woke up. I have to go honey, I’ll see you soon. Give Carlos my love.”

“I will. Give Jonah a kiss from me. Bye mom.” TK replied and ended the call.

“Wait, you love me?” Carlos asked, mischievous smile tugging at his lips.

TK had missed that smile.

He put a hand on Carlos’ cheek and leaned in.

“Always have.” He murmured right before kissing him to show him exactly how much.

Next to them Owen said something about giving them some privacy but neither of them noticed.

---

“Hello TK, good to see you again.” Andrea Reyes walked into TK’s hospital room, making both him and Carlos sit up straighter.

“Mama, what are you doing here?” Carlos asked her.

“Coming to see how TK is doing of course.” She said matter-of-factly. “I ran into Owen yesterday and he mentioned how the two of you have been camping out here, so I thought I’d come visit and check on you both.”

“I’m sorry for not keeping you updated. I was going to come over but things have been a little hectic here, especially the first few days and - ”

“It’s ok.” Andrea interrupted and looked at the two men for a moment and smiled. “Carlos, will you go get me a coffee from the restaurant downstairs?”

“There is a machine down the hall… The coffee isn’t great but it’s drinkable, or I could try getting you something from the nurse’s lounge. They won’t mind. They know me by now.” Carlos rambled.

“Carlitos.” Andrea started. “Por favor.” She just said and waited.

Carlos sighed and got up.

“Si mama.”

She waited until Carlos had left the room and then sat down next to TK’s bed.

“If you’re coming to give me the shovel talk and tell me not to hurt Carlos again, you won’t have to. I love him and I won’t ever hurt him again, I promise.”

Andrea smiled.

“That’s good to know sweetheart.”

“I’m really sorry I hurt him.”

“I know. He does too.”

TK nodded.

“I know I’ll have to earn your trust again after everything, but I promise I will do anything to convince you I’m serious about Carlos. I love him and I want to be with him. Forever. If that’s how long he’ll have me. And that’s probably not what you want to hear but…” TK trailed off, not really knowing what it was he wanted to say.

“Carlos is a big boy, he can make his own decisions about his love life.” Andrea told him. “If he’s happy, I’m happy. And if you boys want to be together again, then I’m the first to welcome you back into the Reyes family.”

“Really?”

“Of course. All I’ve ever wanted is for my kids to be happy. And you make Carlos happy, anyone can see that.”

“He makes me happy too.”

“That’s all that matters.” Andrea patted his hand. “Now when you get out of here, you boys should come over for dinner sometime. Gabriel would love to see you again too and I’ll make ropa vieja the way Carlos’ grandmother makes it. It’s his favourite.”

---

“I’m going stir crazy in here.” TK complained. “I haven’t been outside in almost two weeks.”

“The last time you were outside you nearly died.” Carlos reminded him.

“Yeah but I didn’t. And now I feel like I might die of boredom.”

“Oh I’m boring you am I? I’ve been in this hospital just as long as you, sleeping in these uncomfortable chairs, and this is the thanks I get?” Carlos said, trying to sound serious and angry but the smile on his face gave him away. “Give me five minutes.” He got up and quickly kissed TK before leaving the room.

“Where are you going?”

“Five minutes!”

“Carlos!”

“I’ll be right back!”

True to his word, Carlos did come back within five minutes, but TK wasn’t thrilled with what he’d brought with him.

“What’s that?”

“Someone who has spent as much time in hospitals as you have should know what this is.”

TK rolled his eyes.

“I’m not getting in that thing.”

“Why not? It’s the perfect solution to your boredom problem.”

“I can walk.”

“You’ve barely walked more than 10 steps the past two weeks. Come on, get in.”

“Why do I have to get in a wheelchair? How is this a solution?”

“Because..” Carlos started, grabbing a blanket from the bed and draping it over the chair. “We’re going out.”

“Out? Out where? I can’t just leave this place. My mom will fly over here and drag me back herself.”

Carlos chuckled, knowing Gwyn would probably at least try to do exactly that.

“Just downstairs. To the hospital garden. The weather is nice.”

“How do you know, you’ve been stuck in here with me the whole time.”

“One of the nurses just told me.” Carlos said laughingly. “Come on, let’s get some fresh air and maybe some ice cream.”

“Are you seriously bribing me with ice cream?”

“That depends… is it working?”

After a few minutes of back and forth, TK reluctantly got in the wheelchair and let Carlos wheel him to the hospital garden where they sat down on a bench.

“This is nice.” TK admitted, closing him eyes and tilting his face up to the sun.

“You mean I was right? This was a good idea.” Carlos teased.

“Shut up.” TK shot back, happily accepting the kiss Carlos pressed to his temple.

They stayed on the bench for a while, sitting close together to keep warm because TK refused to cover up with the blanket and choosing to wrap himself in Carlos’ jacket instead.

“I can’t wait to get out of here. I feel fine and I’m just taking up a bed when there’s someone out there who might really need it.”

“I’m sure they won’t keep you here longer than necessary.”

“I know…” TK sighed. “I’m just bored. And I miss my own bed.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, is that so strange? It’s a hospital, not a hotel. The beds aren’t that comfortable. And I’m fed up with the blood tests and the IVs and the wires they keep attaching to me.”

“I know. I get that. I just… there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Ok… Sounds serious…”

“No. Yes. I mean. Yes it’s serious. But nothing bad, I promise.”

“That does nothing to reassure me.”

Carlos shook his head. The conversation was not going the way he’d planned.

“I was hoping... That when you can get out of here... You would want to come back to the loft. With me. Permanently.”

“Are you asking me to move in with you? Again?” TK asked, a smile spreading over his face.

“Yes. Again. I don’t want you to go back to your dad’s house, I want you to come home with me. The loft was always supposed to be ours… but I understand if you think it’s too soon or you’re not ready or something but -”

TK shut him up with a kiss.

“There’s nothing I want more.” He vowed. “But you’re helping me tell my dad.”

#tarlos #911 lone star #flufftober2023 #tarlos fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #my writing

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

Hiiii, you’re writing is AMAZING!! Thank you for blessing us with it🙏🏼

I have a smutty Ronance idea for youuuu, let me paint you a little picture

So, after all the Vecna stuff Nancy and Robin would stay at each other’s houses almost every night for months. It started off because they both needed someone and they were both having bad nightmares about everything. The first couple weeks they just kept each other company, sharing a bed but not touching. That blossomed into one night Nancy nervously asking Robin if they could cuddle and Robin of course agrees. After that it becomes part of their nightly routine when they spend the night together. Nancy’s the first to notice that she gets this weird feeling around Robin and she attempts to push it away, but she can’t stop thinking about her. It started off with just thinking about what they might do later and just missing her presence. BUT, then it turns into her thinking about Robin’s smile, her eyes, her hands, how she just wants to be with her 24/7, etc. Nancy has her “Oh shit” moment and realizes that she indeed has a crush on Robin. She doesn’t say anything about it though, she doesn’t want to ruin what they have going right now. Then, BOOM Nancy’s taking a nap one day after school and she has a sex dream about Robin. When she wakes up, she is soaked, so unbelievably wet. A few minutes later, there’s a knock at the door and surprise, it’s Robin. Nancy was so tired from finals and still dazed from her dream that she totally forgot the two of them had plans to study for a final they had in a couple days. When she opens the door she’s stuttering because all she can think about is her dream. While they’re studying Robin notices her inattentiveness to the material in front of them and her lack of being able to focus. After an hour, Nancy gets frustrated and blurts out,

“Can we can talk? I need to tell you something”

Nancy tries to tell Robin that she likes her, but Robin isn’t getting it. So, the only way Nancy can think of getting her point across is by kissing her. They kiss and Nancy accidentally says,

“So much better than the dream”

and Robin looks at her so confused, but intrigued. Nancy tries to drop it, but Robin won’t let that happen. Robin ends up getting Nancy to tell her, which leads to Nancy’s dream becoming a reality.

(I’m so sorry if this is too much detail, my brain has just been rotting away thinking about this)

Lowkey begging on my hands and knees for you to write this

omg omg omg YOU'RE SO NICE ILY

ok you def have this pretty well thought out iiiiiii am gonna kinda pick up in the middle a lil since you did really good at laying it all out for me, I hope this lives up to what you expected!! (also sorry I got to this so late, life got busy againnnn)

Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler, 1.8k words CW: fluff, smut (18+), fingering, no ending bc ending things is hard rn lol

Nancy and Robin got close after Vecna. Neither of them expected it—Nancy usually went to Jonathan and Robin to Steve—but then Jonathan pulled away to take more care of Will and Steve pulled away to comfort Dustin since Eddie was gone.

So it just made sense that Nancy and Robin would move to cling to each other with the others drifted away.

It was only sleepovers for a while. Robin never needed anyone around until after Vecna and once Nancy broke up with Jonathan, she missed having someone familiar nearby. It was always just the warmth of another’s body that they wanted, that they needed.

But then something changed. Nancy started to want the faint smells of lavender and spearmint that surrounded her Robin’s room. In Robin’s bed. She wanted to be closer to that, wanted it to envelop her, wanted it even when it was a week that they stayed in her own room, so she asked for something more.

“Hey Rob?”  she started.

Robin finished pulling a shirt over her head and turned towards Nancy who was already in her bed—it was a Nancy’s place week.

“Yeah?” Robin asks pulling back the covers and sliding in beside her.

“Could we-uh, could we cuddle this time?”

“Oh, uh-“

“Sorry, it’s weird I know we don’t have to.”

“No-no it’s ok, we can cuddle, I was honestly gonna ask you that like a week ago,” she laughs shyly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to push you though—with Jonathan and everything—I know that was rough for you.”

“Oh, yeah, that,” Nancy trailed off.

“Sorry, sore subject still?”

“No,” Nancy smiled. “Not really anymore.”

Robin nods, “so who’s the big spoon and who’s the little one?”

“I mean, you’re taller so obviously you’re the bigger one,” Nancy laughs.

“Alright alright fine. C’mere.”

Nancy snuggles into Robin’s awaiting arms and ends up having the best night of sleep she’s had in a while. It felt nice, it felt right.

And it became their new normal. Every night, they’d cuddle. They’d get closer and hands would travel innocently along bodies and mornings would bring feelings to the pit of Nancy’s stomach and the apex of her thighs.

But Nancy pushes those feelings away and tells herself it’s only because Robin is so close to her all the time. The sleepovers, the cuddling, they’re messing with her head, it can’t be anything more than that. Right?

No, wrong. Because it’s not even about the sleepovers and the cuddling and the feelings and sensations they elicit anymore. Now it’s Nancy thinking about daily plans and wishing they included Robin in some capacity. It’s Nancy randomly thinking about Robin’s smile. It’s Nancy hearing Robin’s laugh in a group of people at the mall and turning towards them to hopefully see her. It’s Nancy staring at the blue tiles at the bottom of the community pool and trying to pinpoint the exact shade that matches Robin’s eyes. It’s Nancy thinking about Robin’s hands and how soft and warm they were on her waist last night, how they might feel between her–

She realizes that this is what she thought about with Steve and Jonathan. She realizes she has a crush on Robin.

And she can’t say anything or do anything about it because she doesn’t want to lose her.

But the thoughts get worse and more persistent. Robin is on Nancy’s mind 24/7. In her college classes, at work, at the store, at home, in bed.

That’s where Nancy was now, in bed napping around after a particularly rough day of classes at Hawkins Community College where she takes summer classes.

Well, she was napping, but now she’s awake and breathing heavily remembering the faint remnants of the dream she jolted from. The ghost of Robin’s touch lingered on her body, on her breasts, between her legs. She followed the trail that dream Robin’s hand had walked and rubbed her fingers over her clothed pussy to find herself absolutely dripping wet.

But instead of taking what images were given to her by her subconscious and finishing what was started in her dream by herself, Nancy tore off her soiled panties and rinsed off the sheen of sweat from her dream and the faint feeling of phantom hands on her body.

As soon as Nancy finished putting on a clean pair of panties and sofee shorts and an oversized tee, the doorbell rang. And who else would be there except for Robin.

“I know I’m a little early but band practice got out early and I snagged food for us and a movie if you’re up for a movie night after we study?” Robin says holding up a bag of takeout in one hand and the movie in her other.

“Shit, right,” Nancy says, pushing her hand into her forehead as if she has a headache. “I forgot.”

“I mean, that’s okay! If you have a headache we can reschedule,” she smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“No,” Nancy laughs and steps to the side to let the other girl inside. “We gotta study now or I’ll wait until the last minute and that will not go well.”

Having the girl that was just so vividly in her dream with her hands all over her body had Nancy’s head spinning. But she did her best to push aside the memories and lingering feelings and focus on studying.

Robin was sitting on the floor, her back to Nancy’s bed, while Nancy was laying stomach down on the bed above her, their heads close enough to read from the same book if they needed to. Constant movement and huffs from the girl above her let Robin know that Nancy was barely paying attention anymore, warranted since they’ve been at this for at least an hour now. She’s about to offer to microwave their takeout and start the movie in the living room but Nancy beats her to it.

“Can we can talk? I need to tell you something.”

Taken aback Robin just looks up, her eyes meeting Nancy’s quickly with how close they were. Robin clears her throat and moves to get up. “Yeah, of course.”

Nancy sits up on her bed and Robin gets comfortable seated in front of her. After a few minutes of silence Robin probes, “What’s up Nance?”

She’s trying to figure out how to tell her. To tell her that she’s all she can think about lately, that she wants her near all the time, that she wants her, but nothing comes out.

“I really like hanging out with you.”

“Oh, uh, I like hanging out with you too, Nance.”

“No, ugh, fuck I can’t,” Nancy is struggling to think of how to get Robin to understand so instead of speaking she puts one hand on Robin’s cheek and the other on her knee.

“Nance?”

“Can I?” Robin doesn’t say anything but Nancy can see it in her eyes, so she moves. She leans forward and Robin meets her in the middle. A brief, sweet kiss.

Eyes still closed, the two pull apart slightly before Robin’s hands find Nancy’s cheeks and pulls her back in for a heady kiss. One that’s all teeth and tongue and hot and wet. They keep kissing as Robin moves up to her knees leans towards Nancy enough to get her to lean back onto her pillows.

Robin tears her lips from Nancy’s with a nip to her bottom lip before trailing kisses down her jaw and neck.

Nancy’s hands run through Robin’s hair as she says breathily, “so much better than the dream.” 

That has Robin pausing her kisses and looking at her so confused, but intrigued. “Dream?”

“Oh, uh, nothing, it’s nothing, forget it,” she stumbles, her hands pushing hair behind Robin’s ears and trying to distract her by pulling her back in for a kiss.

“Nancy, what dream?” Robin laughs at the other girl’s attempt at a diversion.

“Pleaseee forget I said anything,” Nancy begs with a pout. Robin’s gaze is as firm as her grip on Nancy’s waist, she’s not going to let this go. “You’re not going to let this go are you?”

“Nope,” Robin smiles. “Not until you tell me about this little dream of yours.”

Robin’s hands are warm on Nancy’s skin and distracting where they sit just above the waistband of her shorts. Her gaze is lowered from the other girl’s as she starts talking.

“I might’ve woken up from a…vivid dream just before you got here today.”

“Just before?”

“Mhm.”

“Vivid?”

“Yeah,” Nancy breathes lightly as Robin’s thumbs start to trace circles into her hips.

“What happened in this dream?” she eggs on.

“Um-we were kissing a lot, in bed, like this.”

Robin moves one hand to tilt Nancy’s head back and latches her lips onto the newly exposed skin of her neck.

“And-uh-you were touching me-“

“Touching you where?” Robin asks, hands traveling beneath the big t-shirt that hides Nancy from her. Fingers brush over taught nipples and Nancy gasps at the contact. “Here?” she asks, pinching and rolling a hard bud between her fingers.

“Yes,” Nancy moans. “I-I mean no, no, not there.”

“No? Then where?”

Nancy’s hips buck with each tweak of her nipples by Robins deft fingers.

“Fuck, ah-lower.”

Robin runs her hand down Nancy’s stomach but not far enough.

“Rob please.”

“Where?”

“Lower.”

Robin moves her hand lower, but now too low, as she ran her fingertips across Nancy’s thighs. “This low?” she asks.

Nancy squirms below the other girl, impatient and dripping, waiting for her to touch where she needed her most.

Sighing in frustration Nancy grasps Robin’s hand that was traveling her body and places it on her clothed cunt. “Here,” she groans. “You were touching me here.”

Robin chuckles and drags her hand across Nancy’s clothed cunt and revels in the shiver it sends through her body.

“Want me to touch you like I did in your dream?”

“Please.”

And she does. Nancy lifts her hips and lets Robin discard her shorts and panties to the floor. Trailing fingers meet the wetness at her center and Robin kisses Nancy and swallows the moans that escape her lips when her fingers begin to circle her clit. The kisses are hot and wet and burning with lust and feel as though they go on forever.

And then Nancy is pulling away and her back is arching off the bed when Robin pushes two fingers into her aching cunt. Pants of ah, oh, fuck, Robin, drop from Nancy’s lips as Robin continues to piston her fingers into her, reveling at the sweet noises that leave her pink lips and the dirty wet sounds of Nancy’s arousal on her fingers.

The coil in Nancy’s stomach tightens and tightens and soon she’s caving in on herself in pleasure as she cums around Robin’s fingers with Robin’s soft praise being whispered into her ear.

#ronance #ronance stranger things #stranger things ronance #ronance smut #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x robin buckley #robin buckley x nancy wheeler smut #nancy wheeler x robin buckley smut #robin buckley smut #robin buckley fic #robin buckley smut fic #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley smut fanfic #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler fic #nancy wheeler smut fic #nancy wheeler fanfic #nancy wheeler smut fanfic #ceebs' asks #anon ask

[baby-girl-e]

The best of my heart part 3

Part 1   Part 2 Part 4

Characters - Rooster x f!Reader, Iceman x Maverick, Sarah Kazansky

Summary - Reader goes back to work for the first time since her dad died, and finally talks to her mom. Rooster comes to a realization.

Word Count - 2.5k

Warnings - Vague mentions of an eating disorder, and general disordered eating. Talking about sexuality and the issues that came with that in the 80s

A/N - This chapter was a lot but still so good! I will say again, most of my reader fics are based on myself so please be kind. I am a firefighter so I figured it was a fitting job for her since I know a thing or two about the occupation and she’s got the right personality for it! Enjoy!

It was a few days later that you showed up for work again. You were let off on bereavement, but you couldn’t stay home and do nothing anymore. With your dad gone and Mav and Bradley busy training for an incredibly dangerous mission, you felt like any time alone may simply drive you up the wall. Most people assumed that you were also in the navy, with your dad commanding the entire U.S pacific fleet and all. I mean it wasn’t like you couldn’t fly a plane, you learned to fly at age 12, you just never liked being away for that long. You always missed your dad while he was gone for weeks at a time and that didn’t appeal to you. However, loving the taste of danger and the ability to strictly follow rules was genetic so you became a firefighter. They had the same sense of humor as the plethora of military members you were around, but they still got to go home after a 24 hour shift. It kept your mind busy, helping people, and it made your dad proud. 

If there was one thing your dad liked as much as planes, it was nice cars. He had a couple nice ones but your favorite was the corvette he bought himself after going into remission. You and him took so many joy rides with the top down blasting AC/DC you were surprised you never got pulled over. When his cancer came back he made it clear that he wanted you to have it when he died, insisting he couldn’t watch you pull up to his house in your jeep any longer. That was how you rolled into work in a 2019 black Chevy Corvette. It felt a little silly driving this nice car on a firefighters salary, but it felt like a piece of your dad. The guys were absolutely losing it over your car and you couldn’t help but laugh. Your captain pulled you aside to make sure you were okay coming back to work so soon but you assured him that you were fine. The day went by fairly slowly, a few medical calls and one fire by 1 am. You were more emotionally exhausted then you were physically. One of your calls was to an old man with cancer. Your heart broke for that poor family who was most likely going to have to say goodbye soon. You decided to call Bradley to see if he was still up, when it went to voicemail you tried Maverick to see if everything was okay. He picked up on the first ring, concerned at the hour you were calling him, and the nature of your job. “Is everything okay Y/N?” you let out a breath, if something was wrong with Bradley then he would’ve led with that. “I just tried to call Bradley but he didn’t answer, Just making sure he was okay.” You hear a soft chuckle on the other end. “He’s okay hun, just extremely tired. I swear he almost fell asleep in the locker room.” You can’t help but smile at a sleepy Bradley. “Well that’s good he’s asleep then. Why aren’t you in bed?” There's a silent pause, probably him trying to come up with an excuse. “Just can’t sleep is all.” You audibly scoffed, “Sure Mav, couldn’t have anything to do with my dad?” You knew him well enough to know that he was still torn up about all that’s happened. “Yeah a little bit hun. What I wouldn't give for one last moment with him.” Your heart hurts for him, truly. “I’m sure he’s out there somewhere wishing the same.” You hear him sigh into the phone, heart hurting along with yours. “Go to sleep Y/N, while you have the chance. I love you kiddo.” You laugh and respond without thinking, “Love you too dad.” It leaves your mouth before you can stop it. “Sorry Mav, it’s just that’s what my dad used to say to me when I got off the phone with him and you’re my step dad so,” Mav cut you off before you could ramble more. “It's okay Y/N, don’t worry about it. It brings me unbelievable joy that you see me as a father figure. God knows Bradley used to.” Damn that boy. He was supposed to talk to Maverick. “Has he still not talked to you?” Maverick lets out a huff, “He did start a while back. It wasn’t going well and then we got cut off.”  You had only talked to him the other day, had he tried even earlier? “What happened?” He seemed like he didn’t want to say the next words but carried on anyway. “Someone had come in to tell me Ice died. Then I just didn’t have it in me to fight him.” Oh right, that. Everything inside you burned to turn the clock back and never go through that again. “Sorry to get dark on you like that, go to bed Y/N. I love you, and I’ll make sure Bradley calls you in the morning.” He was trying to make you feel better and you let him. “I love you too, step dad.” You emphasized step, but you meant every word. 

As you hang up the phone you look up to see one of your coworkers, and the only other girl at the station, standing in the doorway to your shared bunk room. “Not to eavesdrop, but did I just hear you say ‘Love you dad’? Babe, do you need to talk about something?” Shit. How were you supposed to explain yourself without outing your dad, or making yourself sound crazy? “Umm, Lindsey I thought you were doing a hospital transfer with Jameson?” She approaches your bed cautiously and sits down next to you, hand on yours. “I just got back. Now Kazansky, I need you to tell me straight up if you think you were talking to your dad.” She seemed serious, only caring for your well being. She was the most trustworthy person here, especially since you trusted them all with your life everyday. “Listen Linds, I am going to tell you something but it has to stay between us okay?” She nods fervently, urging you on. “I wasn’t talking to my dad, I was talking to my step dad.” She looked confused and was trying to do the math on your family tree in her head. “Wait, your parents were divorced? How did your mom remarry and nobody notice?” You shook your head at her, “No my parents were still married when my dad died, I’m talking about the man my father was in love with.” She’s definitely confused now. “Please say more words now, Who??” You explain the situation with Maverick and how your dad probably would’ve married him had things been different. “That’s… a lot Kazansky. How does your mom feel about all of this?” Ah, yes. Your mom. How was she going to react? Would this break her heart or would she already know? “I don’t know Lindsey. I am planning on talking to her after shift.” She just nods and throws an arm around you. “I’m here if you need me babe. You know that right?” That makes you feel a little better about telling her, you could trust her. “Thank you, but Bradley has already agreed to come with me.” Her eyes lit up with excitement and suddenly you were in an hour long session of girl talk before you fell asleep next to each other.

You get another medical call before the end of the shift but you make it back right at 08:00 so you shower, change and head over to base to pick up Bradley. He had called you around 05:00 apologizing for not answering his phone to which you shut down quickly saying he needed his sleep. Getting through base security was a breeze given how often you had driven there. They recognized you immediately and let you through without a word, just a sad smile. When you pulled up to where Bradley and his crew were you got your fair share of whistles before you got out of the car and they recognized you. Bradley simply gave you a kiss on your forehead and asked, “You ready?” you smile and nod at him before walking to get back in your car. You stop at the sound of your name being called and turn to see your step dad running towards you. You run back and give him a big hug, confusing the surrounding pilots. Surely some of them knew how close their commander and captain were? Even if they didn’t know just how close they were. “Good to see you Mav, Bradley and I are going to talk to mom right now. We’ll tell you how it goes?” Maverick goes from being happy to see you to white as a sheet. “Oh, um give Sarah my best then. Unless maybe it's best to not mention me?” You laugh and pat his cheek, “somehow I think you’re going to come up in the conversation Mav.” He blushes and agrees with you. “Good luck then, let me know if you need me.” You wink at him before getting into your car and driving off, leaving a few stunned pilots in your wake. 

You and Bradley have a peacefully quiet drive to your mom's house, just enjoying being together. You pull into the long driveway, nerves suddenly getting the best of you. “Why am I nervous? I’m not the one that was in love with someone else.” Bradley gives you a sad smile and gives you a kiss square on the mouth. “No, but you’re delivering the news. You don’t want to hurt your mom but you also want to honor your dad's truth. You have every right to be nervous.” You nod, letting out a deep breath and open the car door linking hands with Bradley when you meet at the front of the car. He gives you an encouraging nod and you walk together to the front door. Your mom is near ecstatic to see you both, hugging you tightly. “You sure you’re eating enough hun? You seem slim.” She wasn’t wrong, your eating habits had been on a decline since your dad had gone downhill. But who could blame you, you were dealing with a lot and some things just slipped. “Don’t worry, I’m on it Mrs.Kazansky.” And he was texting you everyday at lunch making sure you eat at least something, leaving you coffee and a protein bar in the morning, and spearheading the dinner plans at night. For a normal person that seems like bare minimum, but for you it was a daunting task doing any of those things. Bradley knew you, and supported you without trying to get you to do huge things right away. Your mom rubs Bradley's arm and invites you both to sit with her in the living room. “So mom, we’re actually here for a reason. I have something to talk to you about.” This seems to perk her up, “Oh? Is this about the two of you? I mean I’m not surprised but that was fast!” Oh dear, your poor mom. “No, no it’s not about us. Not quite yet,” Bradley’s ears perked at that. Did you really want that with him? “It’s actually about dad. Years ago he told me about his history with Maverick.” Her face drops slightly, not expecting to hear that come from your mouth. “We didn’t talk much about it, save for a few stories, but a little bit before he died he told me something I thought you should know. He told me that he still loved Maverick, and that he wanted me to tell him.” She seemed a little shocked, but not really that upset. “Y/N, I should tell you a little something about myself. When I was a teenager I found myself to be a little different from other people. I thought men were good looking, but that was pretty much the extent of it. I never felt like I was romantically attached to anyone, feeling more fulfilled by a close friend. So when I met your father it felt like I had a best friend. I panicked because I felt like I found the person I had always wanted to team up with, but felt guilty for keeping him from having a romantically fulfilling life. That was when he told me about Maverick. About how he couldn’t have both Mav and his career, let alone a normal life. So we came to an understanding. We were married, and we loved each other, but just as friends. It seemed crazy at the time but we fell into a routine and we both were really happy. I loved your father, always will, but never in the way he loved Maverick.” Woah, holy bombshell. Were you so naive that you didn’t know your parents were never in love? It was a comfort for the fact that she wouldn’t be heart broken, but you felt almost betrayed. They kept up this ruse your entire life, were they ever going to tell you? “Wow mom, I don’t even know what to say. And you never told Maverick?” She seemed ashamed at this point, “He never knew about my situation. Your father never wanted to give him false hope. He was hoping Maverick would eventually find someone and move on. He had flings here and there, broke your fathers heart, but they never stuck. Which broke his heart even more.” Bradley chooses this moment to put his hand on your thigh and squeeze. He looks at you with a questioning look, silently asking if you were okay. You give him a small smile and a nod. With each new piece of the puzzle that is your parents' lives you feel even more and more grateful for what you have with bradley. 

You tell your mom about the ring and it brings a smile to her face. “Maverick deserves his love story, even now after everything. I just wish he could’ve had it sooner.” Later on your drive home Bradley seems a little too quiet. “What’s going on in that head of yours babe?” He sighs, obviously trying to decide whether or not he should get into it. “Can you drop me by Mavs place? I think it’s finally time to talk about things, I don’t want what happened to him and Ice to happen to him and me.” You could cry. You were so happy to hear those words come out of his mouth. “Yeah I can definitely do that.” Life was an absolute shit show at the moment, but you were starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe this was your dad helping you from wherever he was. If he could, he would. Always there for his people.

#rooster x reader #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #rooster top gun #iceman x maverick #maverick #iceman kazansky #top gun #goose #icemav #tom kazansky #reader #top gun 1986 #pete mitchell #top gun fic #miles teller #top gun 2

[payservewomen]

I’m tempted to say “I’ve hit a new low”😔 but in reality, I’ve been at rock bottom for…a very long time. Years I suppose.

But at least a few years ago, I interacted with women outside of work. But now? I don’t even leave my bedroom on my days off from work.

I sit on my bed, watching humiliation clips; calling ignore phone lines; taking embarrassing photos of myself; edging myself, oftentimes for many hours(almost never less than 4hrs. up to 12hrs)

The one newer development is- I’ll edge for a while, but then the sadness/anxiety makes me go limp….or i’ll be semi hard but my loser penis only grows slightly larger.

It’s like i’m trying to keep in as small as possible, because I know it should be teeny tiny. It CAN grow to 7in but considering how pathetic I am, part of me wishes I had a microdick. Then I could forget these thoughts i have of becoming a normal person again.

Then I could search 24/7 for a superior woman who wants to use and abuse me.

I fantasize about meeting a woman and dating….Getting comfortable with her to the point that I’m able to do the best I’m capable of in making her orgasm…. But then we open up and share kinks etc….and i know as time goes on, there will be many times my dick doesn’t work.

Slowly over time, she realizes just how much of a beta i am, and begins flirting with real, confident men.

By this time, we’re living together; Maybe one month she asks me to cover all the rent, then bills and spends her money on going out….Then a “friend” of hers(maybe with a unisex name that’s usually a woman’s name)is coming into town; she offers our place to stay….Tells me to make dinner etc saying “ali loves lobster tails and filet mignon! I know ur low on money, but it’s ok! I’ll still have enough left until ur next paycheck! Thanks sweetie! Maybe we’ll meet at the airport, then I’ll let you know when we’re on our way, flight gets in i think about 5pm but who knows if it’ll be on time”

I get off work, begin prepping everything….texting her asking if ali’s plane arrived at 5:30….”it did but we’re tryna find the luggage etc. With traffic it’ll take quite a while, plan for a late dinner!”

By 6:30, still nothing, so i text then call to find her phones off.

I figure she’ll probably be walking in any minute….So i check the “find my iphone” tryna be extra sweet and have everything timed perfectly. I see it moved from the airport towards home and begin making dinner….Until i realize another hour has passed. I check it again to see it’s been somewhere between home and the airport for 2 hours now!

Next thing i know, it’s 10, then 11, then 12 midnight!

I’m dozing off and finally see a text “Omg babe i’m sorry! I lost track of time! Ali said getting a hotel room would be easier, and we’ve just been catching up but ugh it got so late and you know how i don’t like to drive at night anyway, so I’m just gonna stay here tonight, see ya tomorrow!”

I just fall asleep, and wake in the AM to see several weird video texts from a number i don’t know….I hear giggling and a man’s voice….almost seeming like someone’s trying to record something and my gf saying “no stop don’t! that’s mean ali!” There’s at least 4-5 clips like that, the last one ending with my girlfriends sexy belly on the screen. I figure ohhh they’re just having fun i guess? But it did give me a bad feeling in my stomach….

Those vids were sent at about 1am. Then at 2am, just a close up of what i’m sure is my gf’s skin, but i can’t tell what part of her body…..but the audio on it was simply my gfs voice sounding like she’s whining or moaning or something? and saying “mmmmm ohhhhk fuck it”

Then 30mins later the clip begins blacked out, but with clear audio…just sounds like licking and slurping….Then a man’s voice “yeah worship it bitch. Now, say it” then the phone moves, showing an arrogant looking man smiling, then it slowly pans down over his entire perfectly fit muscular body….very slowly, stopping on each part of his stunningly perfect body….i mean this guy had an 8pack! Absolutely chiseled in every way. Then it stops to show his abs and v-lines, and then slowly shows his balls…I didn’t know balls could actually be that big!

Then slowly as possible, the camera moves to show the thickest cock i’ve ever seen!

Then the vids stop…but there’s a text at 4am with only an address….my gf knows i wake up for work at 4am…

i call and text her but her phones off ofc. I go to work, and finally around noon, my gf calls saying she’s going shopping with Ali, saying she didn’t bring any of her credit cards asking if i’ve got any money left…i tell her i’m not sure how much, but i’ve got $500 in a sportsbook app from winning the night before…”omg babe that’s perfect! Don’t worry i can move it from there, is it your normal password?” I answer yes, and ask her just to leave at least $100 or so….

And ask if theyre gonna be having dinner tonight…”yeah sweetie we are! I’ll let you know when we’re on the way”

I ask her wtf all those vids were. and who that guy was and she replies “huh? Wait what? You’re telling me you got videos from a random number?! And it had a perfect man’s body with a horse cock?! Lol babe i dunno what websites you’ve been visiting but i’d imagine it’s something to do with that!🤣 What?! u think i’m cheating on you with an old friend or something?! jk! Love u babe”

I hang up the phone and immediately get the same text with the same address, i look up the address to find a really really nice hotel is there. Then another text comes through simply saying “penthouse suite, beta cuck”

Then another text….just a screenshot of a receipt from stub hub for tickets to the nuggets game that night, 5:10pm. 2 tickets, $250 each, wow, better than i’ve ever had for sure.

Then one more text again with the hotels address, saying “ur welcome to stop by whenever, but i suggest you either wait for us to get there or something. not getting up to open the door if we busy fuckin. Can’t wait to see your bitch ass cry🤣”

This one hits me like a ton of bricks and it’s feeling more n more that it’s gotta be exactly what it seems….but no way she’d do this to me!

The great part of our relationship is complete and total honesty and openness! My gf, allison is kinky and loves to be a dirty slut, and we have talked about her fucking others, maybe even a gangbang!

But we’d only done a handful of super kinky things….we’re both submissive so it’s kinda hard to push it and try really crazy n kinky things….we both need that more aggressive attitude!

But i know she loves me deeply. We’ve such an intensely strong emotional connection, more than either of us ever have!

Still no word from my gf and it’s 8pm. At 9pm she finally texts me but it’s the exact same as from the other phone number and it’s just the hotel address and room number…..I call her back, and it rings and rings until going to voicemail. Maybe she didn’t hear it, i call again…it rings 3-4times, less than the last time, then goes to voicemail. I try again and it rings twice then voicemail….Again, same thing. I call yet AGAIN, prob the 6th time and it goes straight to voicemail!

I check the phone locator app and see her phone was at ball arena(nuggets play there)the length of the game….and moved to exactly where the hotel is.

I get dressed, now fearing the worst, but thinking “ok this makes no sense! Either she’s playing some joke on me; something weird like that or some surprise for me?”But i do realize that the most likely thing is…maybe she’s been partying with her friend, she cheated and isn’t sure how to deal with me…..But what’s up with the pics etc? ofc she’s aware of my pervy kinks etc, and she’s prob making it seem like she’s cheating on me, i’m hoping!

I walk to the light rail station, and get on the train….Ugh yeh don’t have the money to get an uber…i checked my bet365 account to see its at zero!

Wtf?! I had some futures bets….ones i could cash out for about $250 total, but they were all just cashed out! i’ve not one bet at all and no money here!

I see that $800 was withdrawn and my bank account was credited $800! But $500 used for the tickets, and $300 spent at some weird fancy store downtown.

Ok that’s it i’ve gotta see what’s up as i’m sitting on the train, mind running wild. Fuck, i gotta get off and walk 20mins, then get a bus!

I get off the train, walking to the bus stop…..Bus finally comes and oh fuck, as i’m tryna buy a bus ticket on the app(for $2.75) It dawns on me “fuck i don’t have enough money in my account” i look at the driver and say “i’m not sure why it’s not working” he looks at it and says “yeah cuz you’re card is being declined, sorry” and closes the doors.

I’m defeated and want to cry. Looking at google, i see it’ll take 2.5 hours to walk there….

It’s now almost 10pm and i consider going back home, but then wtf?! I can’t just sit at home wondering wtf is going on!

So i walk and walk…i watch the clip again and again of the perfect man’s body, fantasizing that the woman i’m in love with is cheating on me in the meanest way possible….Finally, it’s after midnight and I arrive at the hotel….I ask the front desk how to get to the penthouse, and she tells me “the elevator is right over there, but Sir, there isn’t anyone staying there right now”

I thank her and walk away tryna figure out what to do.

I text my gf asking why she texted me that address. she texts back right away with another address! I lose it and call a few times, each time it’s sent to voicemail. I text her back yelling “OK WTF is going on?! What’s your problem? Tell me what’s happening right fucking now!”

She texts back “i’m sorry sweetie, i didn’t mean to upset you! Just having fun with my friend, sorry guess i didn’t realize….I’ll be home tonight, but we’re out, omg babe i’m so drunk! I’ll see you at home, probably late!”

So i begin to walk back home…and remember the light rail isn’t running anymore….Now, I’ve got a 3.5 hour walk!

Finally i arrive home, it rained a little and i’m soaked, socks wet, and miserable and exhausted….

I open the door and hear slurping sounds and my gf giggling. My heart sinks and i already know what’s happening….I yell “wtf are you laughing about?! The fuck is wrong with you, ur being a fucking bitch!”

And i see the same man from the clips emerge from my bedroom, butt naked….he’s holding my favorite shirt, sweat dripping off his immaculate body and he wipes it off, then wipes his asshole with it, now it has skidmarks and throws it at me, saying “wtf did you say bitch?”

I ask who he is and what he’s doing at my place he replies “whatever tf i feel like doing faggot!” I say no it’s my place, and no i’m not gay” i emphasize gay, since i’m not a fan of bigotry and homophobia…”yeh didn’t say your gay, but you ARE a bitch ass faggot! Wtf you gonna do about it, huh? that’s wtf i thought, now, on your knees…obey or i’m gonna beat you up so badly….maybe you’ll get outta the hospital by the time i get out of jail, but it’s your choice” while making his pecs bounce in a very intimidating way. he walks up to me cracking his knuckles saying “ya know, i really DO hope you put up a fight; nobody ever wants to fight me” I look him up and down, knowing he’d kill me quickly….He’s gotta be a foot taller than me….im 5’9 and he’s gotta be at least 6’6!

I ask if i can take my shoes and wet socks off first and he laughs then slaps me in the face, open handed but hard, immediately followed by a left handed slap, i lose my balance and stumble to my knees, then i say “ok ok” on my knees looking up at him.

“Thank me for bullying you. Do it bitch” i thank him, he laughs, spits on me and gives me a wedgie….i make noise indicating it’s hurting, and he proceeds to give me an atomic wedgie…laughs then demands i take my clothes off but keep my wet socks on….

He laughs hysterically at my dick and shouts “baby, how tf were you actually fucking THIS?! omfg, ok come on slut”

And i see my love…she’s crawling on all fours..crawls up to this greek god and begins kissing his feet. She works her way up his legs, as she kisses and licks literally every inch of his perfect body.

Ali then says “ok now, don’t make me tell you again”

She looks me directly in my eyes “Bobby, keep looking in my eyes, ali says we must keep eye contact and he’s in charge here, ok? Please listen to what he says, i don’t want you to get hurt, i really don’t…not physically anyway. I say that because i i i DO want you to get emotionally hurt. I am sorry but when Ali told me he wanted to fuck me, i told him about you. Over months he kept teasing me for fucking such a loser; i love you but you are a loser. He’s been sending me pics of him, and the girls he fucks and omg babe, they cum so hard, and I fondly remembered being fucked by ali. I broke up with him cuz he cheated constantly and i thought that wasn’t ok, Now i realize how superior he is. It’s a small price to pay to be allowed to touch a superior man, im sure you understand. After i admitted how badly i wanted him he began insulting you and making fun of you. He made me take pics and record our sex, and that’s why i haven’t cum in so long, he said i wasn’t allowed with a loser like you. Ali is a sadist, he loves to make women worship him and loves nothing more than breaking beta men like you. That’s not an insult; you’re a beta, he’s an alpha, ya know?

He’s been planning for months to do this….it’s his masterpiece of destroying a loser!”

By this time i’m crying, tears streaming down my face…

“now bobby, we’re recording all of this and you’re now going to thank ali for making your fantasies come true. I know it hurts; the goal is to break you. Ali and i will marry, and you will work for us and live in a tiny room in the basement. U will be used and abused. I know it hurts but this is your new life now. Sure you can run away or something, but then ali will send all the vids and clips to your entire contact list.

But right now you’re going to beg ali to let you eat his sweaty asshole, do it you fucking piece of shit!” By this time ali is rubbing her pussy with his foot and it’s making her horny af….mmm fuck, i fucking hate you loser!” And she spits on me, confusing and hurting me.

I begin to beg to eat his asshole….

And wow, I began this planning on just whining about being so sad and pathetic but then wrote all this…wow i’ve got issues

#findom humiliation #beta bitch #loser abuse #loser humiliation #self humiliation #degrade and humiliate me #findom addiction #beta #verbal humiliation #pathetic loser #alpha man #beta loser #pathetic men #pathetic sissy #beta slave #pussy free loser #gross loser #humiliation task

[soobinscutedimples]

Mine.

Pairing: model!soobin x model!reader

Genre: smut

Song: after the storm ; kali uchis

A/N: hello!! I know I took a big break from writing stories but since schools almost over I’m here probably writing stories 24/7😭

It was 2 in the morning and you got a notification from your boss telling you to be ready by 4am because you have a big photo shoot with another model, you work for dior and let me tell you…it was the best decision of your life, money, handsome people, free clothes, free expensive items, fame, anything you could dream of. After reading that text message from your boss you thought of all the dior models you have to collab with.

“NAM JOO HYUK?!?!” You yelled out in excitement, you fastly got up from your bed and went into the shower to wake up, you washed your hair and shaved your whole body just incase they’re showing a dress on you, you finally got out the shower and ran to your room putting on your favorite lotion and perfume, you picked out a simple and cute outfit; a pair of black ripped jeans and a crop top along with your favorite pair of high top black vans, you blow dried your hair so it wouldn’t take long for them to do your hair and grabbed your bag while walking out the house.

“Hm I wonder who’s gonna collab with me, I really hope it’s nam joo hyuk!” You said to yourself while getting in your car and turning on good boy gone bad by txt, you’re a huge txt fan and your bias is definitely soobin, you’ve went on fan calls with him, you have more than 100 photocards of him, 30 different posters of him, went to concerts and he noticed you, just everything is soobin, the place was only an hour and a half away from your house and it was already 3:12am.

“Shit I’m gonna be late.” You said to yourself, you were halfway there still listening to your txt playlist: 30 minutes later you finally arrive to the place and see a bunch of cars in the parking lot obviously from the staff, stylist, and makeup artist, but there was still one van that you’ve never seen before ever in your whole 3 years of being a dior model. You enter the place and see your friends aka the stylist and makeup artists etc, you go to your stylists room and they pick out a crème colored shirt dress and give you some crème color heels, you try it on and it shows that it gives your curves the recognization that they need and you walk over to the makeup artists side, she does a pretty simple and natural look on you along with some diamonds under your eyes, you were walking to the hairstyles side and you accidentally bump into a tall skinny guy thinking that he was slender man it some shit, you don’t like to make eye contact with people so you just looked at his chest when apologizing.

“Shit! I’m sorry.” You continue to walk to your hairstylists side shaking when sitting down.

“Hey you okay?” The hairstylist asked because she obviously saw you shaking a lot.

“Huh? Yeah I’m okay” you said calmly while going on your phone to check any emails or messages. The hairstylist curled the ends of your hair and curled your hands a bit, she put a click in between your hair to give it a lot of volume when it’s done, she blow dried that part so it would stay up when the clip is released. You open your camera and take a few photos while the hairstylist is away getting her stuff. 10 minutes later she removes the clip from your hair and runs her fingers through your hair and curls the ends a bit more to make sure the hair isn’t ruined. At this point you and the model are finally done getting yourselves pampered, you put on a cherry blossom smelling perfume and walk out to here the photo shoot begins, when you were walking out you see a man that looks weirdly familiar, you run back in the stylists place and ask who that man is.

“Uhm?? Who’s that man?!?!”

“Choi soobin…why are you asking?” Your body froze.

“W-what?” Your eyes blew up and you ran out of there, you see soobin sitting on the floor posing, you walk up to him and he smiles cutely, you bow down and introduce yourself.

“Hello! I’m Kang y/n, 20, korea university.” You shake his hands and get chills from how big and cold his hands were.

“Hello, I’m choi soobin, 21.” He shakes your hand softly feeling how smooth your hands are.

“Y/n Please sit down on the ground and lay your head on soobins lap!” Your shocked by his words but do what he says, you lay your head right on his lap and put your arms on his legs making it look like your sleeping, you were super nervous not knowing that a little later you would be bouncing on the same lap your laying on right now. After that part of the shoot your told to go to the stylists room again because your doing a underwear shoot.

“Underwear shoot?” You say to yourself and continue to walk to the stylists side, she hands you a black thong with a thick waistband and a black sports bra that shoes your cleavage along with black heels, you try it on and show the stylist with a twirl.

“It’s so pretty y/n!” She smiles and holds your shoulders still

“Your gonna do great.” You smile and hug her, you go walk out the room and go to where the photo shoot started, you can see soobin wearing a black pair of boxers and long songs along with a long black velvet coat, you walk up to him and you can see his boner poking out of his underwear, you still can’t believe your eyes and the staff call you out for it.

“Y/n the camera is up here!” Everyone starts laughing and you and soobin smile, your told to get on the counter and criss cross your legs and the same to soobin, he grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him while you put your hands on his face trying to make eye contact with him but everytime you look him in the eyes you end up blushing.

“Cute.” He says to you and you smile cutely, you both get into your serious state and start staring each other in the eyes, you let go of his face and rest your arms on his shoulders, they take a few photos and you switch positions, your still on the counter but your laying on your stomach with your legs in the air and soobin sitting down in a chair with his legs spread wide open, the staff takes a few photos on her phone and in the photos you could see soobin getting harder and harder, there comes a pose where you have to sit on soobins lap and he has to hold your waist, you get on his lap and he holds you tightly while your putting your arm behind his neck when looking at the camera, after this part your photo shoot is done and you get to take home the clothes you wore, they take some photos and you could feel soobins boner growing under you.

“And…done!” The staff start clapping and cheering and you get on soobins lap while he stands up, you walk back to the stylists room and you grab your clothes and put them on, they give you a bag full of dior clothes for you to take home and you put it on your arm along with your bag and walk out, soobin grabs your wrist to stop you.

“Y/n do you mind giving me a ride home..I don’t know where my van went.” You nod and give him your keys to your car, you both walk out of the place and go into your car, you put on your seatbelt and he surprisingly doesn’t turn on the car, you guys are still in the parking lot and he looks at you.

“You’re so beautiful y/n.” He says and your just confused, he unbuckles your seatbelt and reaches for your face, he grabs your face and plants a kiss on your lips, you kiss back still in shock of what’s happening, he grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap still kissing you.

“Aren’t you worried someone might see us?” You say in a calm voice.

“It doesn’t matter, as long as I get to fuck you we’re fine.” He tugs on your shirt asking for permission and you nod your head, he takes off your shirt along with your bra, he stares at your boobs and starts sucking and biting on your nipples, he uses one hand to massage your other boob and the other to rub your pussy inside your pants, you get the point he’s trying to tell you and you take off your pants and underwear, he pushes down his pants and underwear to his ankles and grabs a condom from his pocket, he slides the condom on his surprising length and your there worrying about if he’s gonna fit or not, he enters you slowly and you let out a small whimper.

“Please soobin..Faster.” He goes by your words and thrusts into you fastly, you take over and you start bouncing up and down on his cock faster and faster to make you cum on his dick, he starts to suck on your boobs while moans come out of his mouth while he’s holding on to your ass making your cheeks spread on him, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming on him, as you go faster you suddenly release on his dick and he releases in the condom, you both are out of breath and he decides to drive back to his dorm, before he turns on the car he takes your phone and puts his number in your phone.

“Call me whenever.” You go back in your seat smiling about what just happened, he turns on the car and starts driving to his dorm while your there looking outside the window trying not to smile.

Your reading this cus you get no bitches huh😭😭

#txt soobin #soobin #soobin fluff #soobin smut #txt smut #choi soobin #kpop smut

[rickie-the-storyteller]

Steph's Crew - Part 24: Finals Season!

Intro:

Exam season is really hitting these kids at this point!

Welcome back to the show, folks. Today we'll be following Stephanie as she sits her final exams. I can't remember which subject this one was (I know it's something science-y tho lol).

Ben is also back again in this part! Like, physically, he returns to London to visit his girlfriend. It's sweet (but they kind of fight here... which isn't fun)!

We get a bit of closure on the Dylan family drama arc here too.

Have fun!

Exam season

(Stephanie walks into school at 10:30AM. She heads straight to the common room and puts her bag on the nearest table. Then she checks the time. She still has a few hours to get herself ready for her exam this afternoon. As she starts getting out her revision resources, some of her friends and classmates start coming in)

Alice: Hey, girl.

Stephanie: Hi!

Alice: How are you feeling about Psychology later?

Stephanie: Uuuughh… don't even ask me. How about you?

Alice: I don't know… this'll probably sound weird, but I'm kind of excited, almost.

Stephanie: What, for real?!

Alice: Yeah! I mean, I'm scared, too.

Stephanie: Right.

Alice: But I also just want to get it over with, you know? Like, I want to just do it! I want to get it done.

Stephanie: Yeah, yeah. That makes sense.

Alice: The past two years have all come down to this moment.

Stephanie: Yeah…

Alice: No pressure or anything.

Bret: (bursts in) Hey.

Alice and Stephanie: Hey.

Bret: Do either of you have a charger?

Stephanie: I should do. Hang on. (rummages around in her bag for one)

Alice: You excited for your exam, Bret?

Bret: Excited?!

Alice: What? I'm excited.

Bret: The only thing I'm excited about is the fact that I'll be done with all this crap next Monday.

Stephanie: Got it. (passes her charger to Bret)

Bret: Thanks, Steph. (charges his phone, then checks the time) I'm due to go soon.

Alice: What time does your exam start?

Bret: 11.

Alice: Oh. Well, you should probably head off now, then. So you don't get there late by accident.

Bret: Good idea. Bye, ladies! (stands up and leaves) Good luck with your exams!

Stephanie: You, too!

Alice: He… forgot all his stuff.

Stephanie: (laughs) I can't believe him sometimes. (picks up his pencil case)

Alice: Should we go after him?

(Almost immediately after this, Bret comes rushing back)

Bret: I forgot all my stuff!

Alice: Yeah, we know.

Stephanie: (giggles) Here you go, Bret.

(She hands him the pencil case. As he takes it, their hands touch accidentally. The two stare at each other for an awkward moment, before Bret remembers he actually has somewhere to be)

Bret: Thanks, Steph. Bye again! (leaves)

Stephanie: (calls after him) Bye! Good luck.

Alice: Uh… you guys good?

Stephanie: What do you mean?

Alice: That weird staring contest.

Stephanie: I don't know what you're referring to.

Alice: Come on, Steph. I thought you two didn't like each other like that.

Stephanie: I didn't! (pauses) I don't, I mean.

Alice: So what was that about, then?

Stephanie: I don't know…

Alice: Figure it out, then. Because this cannot happen. The both of you are taken.

Stephanie: I know.

Alice: He's your best friend's boyfriend. El is amazing. You love her, she loves you.

Stephanie: I know…

Alice: You have Ben.

Stephanie: I know!

Alice: Who's also amazing, and has done nothing to deserve being strung along. If anything were to happen between you and Bret, it could mess literally everything up within our group.

Stephanie: I am aware of all of this stuff, thank you.

Alice: You're welcome.

Ben comes back

(Stephanie gets home after sitting her Psychology paper. She slumps on the sofa and sighs. It was really hard, and she's just relieved that it's over. Suddenly, she hears a knock on the door. She goes over to answer, and is overjoyed at who it is)

Stephanie: BEN!

Ben: Hey! (gives Stephanie a hug) Thanks for acting surprised, babe.

Stephanie: I did promise you I would.

Ben: I've missed you.

Stephanie: I've missed you more.

Ben: Doubtful.

(The two start kissing. Stephanie stops when her phone pings in her pocket. She picks it up, finding that she has a new message from Elise. It said: "HEY, sweetie!! How was Psychology today? I'm sure you did great <3")

Stephanie: Aw.

Ben: What?

Stephanie: It's Ellie. Hang on. (she texts back: "Thank you, love. Good luck with History tomorrow xx")

Ben: What's it about?

Stephanie: Oh, El was just checking in after the exam.

Ben: Oh, yeah! How was that?

Stephanie: It was alright, you know.

Ben: Yeah?

Stephanie: Yeah. I think I'm handling exam season fairly well.

Ben: That's what we like to hear.

(Five minutes later, Ben and Stephanie are sitting on the balcony, drinking tequila shots and catching up on life. The sun is starting to set, and there's a gentle breeze in the air. It's a calm, peaceful atmosphere)

Ben: So, yeah. That's why Dani left.

Stephanie: Oh, no!

Ben: Yeah. I'm really going to miss her.

Stephanie: I mean, at least you got a promotion out of it.

Ben: I guess. But I can't do Dani's thing like how she did it.

Stephanie: Then don't. You don't have to, you know. Be you. Nobody can do anything like how you can, either. So just be yourself. Everyone else is taken.

Ben: Ok, quote book. Thanks.

Stephanie: You're welcome.

Ben: So, what's new with you?

Stephanie: Uh… I've been thinking of colouring my hair?

Ben: Oh, really?

Stephanie: Yeah. I feel like I could do with a new look.

Ben: What colour do you have in mind?

Stephanie: I'm not sure yet. I want something bold, though. Something crazy. Something really dramatic and powerful. Something… special, you know? Unique.

Ben: Just like you!

Stephanie: Oh, stop…

Ben: I mean it. (pauses, thinks about it) How about purple? I feel like purple is just you as a colour.

Stephanie: You think?

Ben: Yeah! It suits you. Your vibe. Kind of depends on the shade you pick, though.

Stephanie: Yeah.

(A silence falls upon them)

Stephanie: What's up?

Ben: Nothing. I've just missed this. Just sitting here and chatting about nothing with you for hours.

Stephanie: Well, we can do this every single day while you're here. Catch you up on all the sessions you've missed. How long will you be here for?

Ben: Just for this week. I'll be heading back on Saturday.

Stephanie: …Oh. Right.

Ben: I wish it could be for longer, but this was all I was able to get.

Stephanie: You don't need to explain yourself to me, Ben.

Ben: I'm sorry.

Stephanie: You don't need to apologise to me either.

Ben: Right. Um… so. How do you feel? What do you think about this?

Stephanie: Why did you have to take that damn job, Ben?

Ben: What?!

Stephanie: This long-distance thing is just ruining everything!

Ben: Oh, my God. Steph, what the- why are you being like this?!

Stephanie: I can't DO this anymore, Ben! It's just so hard! Having to deal with everything on my own ALL the time…

Ben: Babe…

Stephanie: Only getting to see you for a few days at a time… sometimes not being able to reach you, due to time zone differences…

Ben: Steph, calm down.

Stephanie: You know, when you and I first got together, I thought, "Great! I've found this smart, strong, kind person that I can depend on." A real gentleman.

Ben: Aw…

Stephanie: But you know what, Ben? I find it hard to depend on someone that just isn't here for me.

Ben: I'm always here for you, Steph! I've always been here for you-

Stephanie: But you're not, are you?! You're not… you're always there. And I can't deal with that anymore. I just can't.

Ben: What are you saying? You want to break up?

Stephanie: No, of course I don't WANT to break up. But I don't know. Maybe we should- (pauses, thinks for a moment) maybe I should go back with you!

Ben: … What?!

Stephanie: Why not? It could be great!

Ben: I… I don't know-

Stephanie: What's the problem, Ben? You don't want to live with me anymore? Is that it?

Ben: No, no. Of course not! It's just… you're not done with school yet.

Stephanie: I basically am. I'm sitting my final exams. I'm not actually attending classes anymore.

Ben: You're not done with your exams yet, though!

Stephanie: Oh, whatever. Grades don't matter in the real world… when you think about it.

Ben: These qualifications are important, Steph!

Stephanie: Are they, actually?

Ben: If you want basically any job these days, then yes!

Stephanie: I think you're saying no because you're afraid of saying yes.

Ben: I think having fears here is valid. I want you to make the best of yourself. I want you to have all your options open. You can't do that if you basically walk away from your final examinations.

Stephanie: You know, you are beginning to sound an awful lot like El.

Ben: Well you know what? Elise has common sense. So I don't take offence to that.

Stephanie: Uuugh, why are you being so boring?!

Ben: Because I love you! I care about you, and your grades. I want you to have a good future!

Stephanie: I know! I know… you know what? We shouldn't make any big decisions now. Let's just sleep on it.

Ben: Good idea.

Stephanie: We can discuss it tomorrow? I'm free all day.

Ben: Yeah. Let's talk about it then.

Stephanie: Cool.

Calling home

(The next day, Stephanie wakes up early. She sneaks out of bed as quietly as possible, so she doesn't wake Ben up. Then she leaves the room and goes straight to the kitchen. She decides on cereal for breakfast. Once she's fixed it, she sits on the sofa and starts eating for a bit. Then she gets the idea to call her foster father, John)

John: (on the phone) Hello? Who is this?

Stephanie: Hi, John.

John: Stephanie?! Why are you calling me? What is this?

Stephanie: I'm doing great, thanks for asking.

John: I thought Miranda and I made ourselves clear.

Stephanie: You did. "Never show your face here again" is what you said. You can't see my face, can you?

John: I… wait. So you didn't lose our numbers?

Stephanie: No.

John: So the entire time you were gone, you could've called us?!

Stephanie: If I wanted to, yeah. But I didn't, so.

John: I can't believe you, Stephanie.

Stephanie: Didn't you want to know the point of this phone call, John?

John: Right, go ahead.

Stephanie: I just wanted you to know that I'm thinking of moving away. Like, far, far away. So I'll never bother your family ever again. And I'm sorry to have caused you so much pain already.

John: Oh. Ok.

Stephanie: (sighs) What I said before I left was out of order, John. You and especially your wife aren't perfect parents, but obviously, nothing I did was your fault. I just feel like you deserve to hear that. And well, when you think about it, is it even possible to be a "perfect parent?"

John: Look, Stephanie. I appreciate everything you're saying right now, but-

Stephanie: Let me finish. The fact that I never felt like I belonged wasn't really your fault, either. If anything, that's a me problem. I've always just been so confused… who I am, why I am the way I am, where in the world I belong… I have all these questions, but no clue what the answers are to them. I've been through a lot of different homes, families, schools, friends. I've never truly found a place that properly fit. And I don't know if that place even really exists.

John: And that makes everything ok, does it?

Stephanie: Wha- John, I-

John: Save it. Stephanie, I don't know what you want me to do here. What is the point of any of this?!

Stephanie: I don't know, John. I'm leaving you. Possibly forever, and I guess I just assumed that you'd appreciate the fact that I at least bothered to say goodbye this time. I thought I'd give you that. A goodbye. An explanation. Closure.

John: What makes you think I want anything from you anymore?

Stephanie: Well, wasn't that what you've been angry about this whole time?

John: Well, yeah. It was. Before I found out what you did to my Mel.

Stephanie: Ok. I told you, that was an accident.

John: So you say!

Stephanie: It was!

John: Even so, that doesn't change anything! That doesn't change the fact that my daughter is gone, and she's never coming back. I'll never be able to see her again, hold her again, talk to her, hear her voice! She's gone… and it's all your fault.

Stephanie: Thank you for re-establishing that.

John: Goodbye, Stephanie.

Stephanie: WAIT!

John: What?!

Stephanie: You won't tell anyone, will you?

John: What?

Stephanie: Like, you're not going to report me?

John: Are you serious?!

Stephanie: John, please. I'm begging you. Nobody else can know about this, ok? I need you to do this one thing for me.

John: You are insane.

Stephanie: You're probably right. But I'd keep it to myself if I were you. I mean… we wouldn't want another accident to happen, would we?

(There's a grim silence between the two)

John: You don't mean that.

Stephanie: Try me.

John: (sighs) We haven't shared it with anyone yet.

Stephanie: Good.

John: I certainly have no intention of parading the news about any time soon. To be honest, I haven't really wanted to talk about it to anybody. Not even Miranda.

Stephanie: Ok.

John: But speaking of Miranda… I can't promise she won't want to share the news.

Stephanie: Oh, really?

John: She took it really hard.

Stephanie: She's always had it in for me…

John: She loved our Melanie a great deal. And when you left that night, she was going on and on about-

Stephanie: Bye, John. (hangs up)

Dylan leaves the Johnsons

(Dylan is getting his stuff together so that he can move back home. He and his family have made up, and he finally feels ready to go back there. Mary is helping him pack)

Dylan: I'm going to miss you, Mary.

Mary: Don't.

Dylan: What?

Mary: Stop saying sweet stuff. You'll make me cry.

Dylan: (chuckles) Ok. (pauses) It's true, though.

(Mary laughs. Dylan gives her a hug, which she returns)

Mary: (tearing up) I love you, Dylan.

Dylan: Love you, too.

Mary: It's been great having you stay with us.

Dylan: Yeah. Stay cool, Mary.

Mary: Only if you do, too!

(Dylan kisses Mary on the cheek. Mary smiles and wipes her tears away. Then, the two take the rest of his stuff downstairs, and are joined by Victor and Jenna in the living room)

Jenna: Dylan!

Dylan: (smiles) Hey, Jen.

Jenna: Come here, sweetie. (gives Dylan a big hug) It sucks to see you go.

Dylan: I've loved being here.

Victor: And we've loved having you.

Dylan: Thank you for having me. (hugs Victor)

Victor: I'm glad things worked out with your folks.

Dylan: Me too. Seriously, I'm never going to let a fight get this bad again. Ever.

Victor: Good idea.

Mary: (comes in from the kitchen holding a Tupperware container) Some snacks for the road!

Dylan: Aw, thanks! What is it?

Mary: Mom and I made brownies.

Jenna: Yeah, they're great. Take them home, share them with your family.

Dylan: Thanks, guys. Uh… where's Alice?

Mary: Ooh, I don't know.

Victor: Look around, she can't have gone far.

Dylan: 'Kay. Bye, guys.

(The Johnsons bid Dylan farewell and he leaves the living room. He goes back upstairs and sees Alice sitting on the top steps)

Dylan: Hi.

Alice: Hello.

(Dylan sits beside her)

Alice: So you're off, then?

Dylan: Yep.

Alice: Cool.

Dylan: Why didn't you come down to say bye?

Alice: Oh, I was going to. I was just… I got really sad just thinking about it. So I sat here to get myself together. It was only meant to be for a minute.

Dylan: Well, it was a minute too long. You kind of missed it.

Alice: That wasn't intentional. Sorry.

Dylan: It's ok.

Alice: (sighs) Life is so weird. Like, you spend ages wanting something, and as soon as you get it, you don't want it anymore.

(Dylan chuckles at this comment)

Alice: Like, I'm glad you and you're family are getting along. And it's a good thing that you're going back to them. But at the same time, I'm going to really, really miss you here.

Dylan: I'm going to miss this place, too. (pauses) Thank you.

Alice: What for?

Dylan: Inviting me here in the first place.

Alice: Oh, I was just helping a friend in need.

Dylan: I know. But I just feel like it's important that you know how much I appreciate it. And you.

Alice: Really?

Dylan: Yeah. You mean a lot to me, Alice.

Alice: (blushes) Thanks. (shrugs) You mean a lot to me.

Dylan: (smiles) Thanks.

(The two gaze into each other's eyes, and then they both start kissing passionately. This goes on for a while, before they get interrupted suddenly)

Mary: Ahem.

Alice: OH.

Mary: Hey. Can you two move? I-uh… need to go to the bathroom.

Dylan: Sure, sure. (stands up) There you go. (moves out of Mary's way)

Mary: Thanks, Dylan. (pats Alice's shoulder as she passes her) Have fun.

(Dylan sits back down next to Alice, and after an awkward silence, the two laugh at that encounter)

That's all for now!

I thought we could end on a nice Dalice moment lol. Again, some shippy cuteness to help balance out all the angst. (They finally kissed! Yay!! Don't get used to it, though - mild spoiler alert, but they don't actually get together for a reeeeeaaally long time.)

Stephanie and Ben's relationship is showing a bit of wear and tear at this point of the story after a few long months of long-distance (and it is around this point where it starts becoming clear that her little thing with Bret is actually somewhat of a big deal, and not simply "basic primal animal attraction" or however she put it previously. She's scared that she might actually start falling for him, and how that might affect the rest of the group). It is clear that there is still so much love between them, though - Ben is so sweet here, showing his concern for her studies and all.

Fun fact: Ben tells Steph that he feels like the colour purple matches her vibe and personality a lot. This was intentional, due to the symbolism that purple has. It is a very regal colour, associated with royalty and wealth. It's meant to show how Ben sees Stephanie. It's really cute, but also kind of sad... he loves her so much. He has this idealised view of her in his mind, though. He doesn't truly know her at all, when you think about it. Poor guy has no freaking clue how messed up his girlfriend truly is (exhibit A: threatening her foster father on the phone so he doesn't report her for her crimes).

Only two parts left. Don't worry, though. This series ends with a bang!

#rickie-the-storyteller #writerblr #writing #steph's crew #original story #original content #original characters #stephanie smith and her friends

[votederpycausemufins]

and the final chapter for the bots birthdays! only an hour and a half before the deadline in my timezone. I was given less than 24 hours notice for something else, so i got very delayed by that, but it's here!

now it's time for the bots to get their presents! nothing concerning here. Nothing at all.

All of the presents had been moved to the third floor, which looked like it was half decorated for a different party, though the bots weren’t sure what that would be. Sure it probably wouldn’t be too hard, but when there was a stack of presents sitting in the middle of the room, your focus tended to be drawn to that.

Jrum immediately dove at the presents and Grum was almost right behind him, but both of them were stopped. Since most of the presents were paired up, it seemed like it would be better if the presents were handed to the bots so that they were kept together. Grum agreed while Jrum didn’t care either way if it got him presents faster.

The small bundle of IOU’s was handed to the bots first, them being the most lackluster looking and only really getting them turned in once the season turned over. Grum still went through them individually so he and Jrum could thank the respective Hermits, which they appreciated. Bdubs followed up with giving a pair of vouchers to Snips. In the chaos of checking everything, Xisuma knew that, yes, a haircut wouldn’t cause issues with going to the next season and wouldn’t be left behind. But otherwise Xisuma hadn’t thought it through, and nor had Bdubs. “Bdubs?” Grum started, earning a ‘yeah?’ from the other Hermit. “Jrum and I don’t have hair.”

There was silence for a few minutes until Bdubs processed the sentence and yelled just a little in frustration as the Hermits laughed a bit, though he joined in with them shortly. Jrum just said they could figure something out later and put it in with the IOU’s.

Impulse handed ‘his’ gift over next. What had originally just been a treat basket for each bot had evolved slightly with Tango and Zedaph adding in to the baskets. Tango had thrown in a key to Decked Out for each bot as well as a pair of second fake keys which were instead for ravager petting. Meanwhile Zedaph had thrown in a pair of toys he had made. Apparently after the scare with Grum, he had snuck back out to the modded world and made what were essentially miniature contraptions that the bots could use as toys. Grum’s was a sort of joybuzzer type of item, but instead of shocking the other person, it was meant to send out a tiny, non-damaging firework when the user high fived someone else. Well, Grum didn’t have hands, but it was close enough. Meanwhile, Jrum had gotten a sort of piggy bank for diamonds. If he put it in the correct place and pressed a button, a flap would open with the face of a fox before its paw would come out and pull the diamond in.

There was a loud sigh from Grian as he pulled out two barely wrapped presents. “Etho, I assume these are from you?” Said presents were a stack of light gray glass panes that, put together, looked like a full block. They were kept together with ribbons in either blue or red, which were nice to most people. Grian, however, was an avian. And from the flat angle instead of the ridged angle, it looked almost like a pair of floating ribbons. Etho started to make some excuse about the bots not paying for any yet, but then Grum got ahold of his glass, unwrapped it, then ate an entire pane of glass.

There was silence for a moment before Jrum followed suit. “What? You gave us quartz cakes with diamonds. As well as Impulse’s various treats. You know we can eat non-food items.”

Cleo’s present was a number of clothing items that fit the bots better than if they raided their parent’s wardrobes (mainly Grian’s) to dress up in. Otherwise it was leftovers from the zoo and Keralis’ city, but she had still managed to customize a few articles just for them in case they wanted to wear them outside of play. Stress followed it up with an assortment of toys she bought in the hub. It wasn’t the most personalized, but it was numerous, and kids could always use toys in general.

Keralis followed in similar suit to Stress. Since he couldn’t give straight diamonds to Jrum, he instead hunted down wandering traders until he found one with the right trade. One exchange later, and he had eight nearly identical plushes that looked like diamond blocks. While he gave those to Jrum, Beef gave some album art to Grum which he really enjoyed.

False originally planned to give the bots customized weapons before realizing it wouldn’t really work well with the season change. Instead, she gave them some less useful items after forcing some enchants on them. Jrum was given a pair of shears while Grum was given an upgraded Mumbo for Mayor shirt.

After that, NPG, EX and Prof came over, Prof showing off his presents first along with the books associated with them to explain all the items and the agreement he had reached with Xisuma. Grum and Jrum looked over the items in awe before EX was pushed forward. The bots looked up, obviously expecting a gift. At first, Evil Xisuma kept with his story that his present was not destroying the server, but after getting kicked by Prof, he sighed and pulled out a pair of sweaters that were colored for the bots respectively though with a stripe of the other’s color going through the middle to make sure Grum’s wasn’t mistaken for Grian’s. Lastly, NPG handed the decks of cards over and gave a quick rundown of what they were. He then said he would explain it fully later, but it was time for the main presents.

The bots looked over to see Grian and Mumbo pulling out two larger presents that weren’t actually wrapped, just covered in blankets. Grum and Jrum uncovered their presents before being so in awe, their eyes actually changed to nether stars on their screens. 

Grum’s present was his audio hardware. Back when he was still just a mayoral robot, he had helped make the campaign songs. After getting his body, he had managed to make a few note block songs after studying and slightly upgrading the song Etho had placed in Keralis’ building. Jrum’s, on the other hand, was a replica of Grian’s machine from last season that would steal Mumbo’s mustache. It was disabled for now since in remaking it, Mumbo had added redstone similar to The Button so he wouldn’t lose his mustache every other day ending in y.

With the final gifts shown off, the bots started playing around with a few while Grian and Mumbo took what gifts would be used later. Xisuma helped them with transportation, or at least that was what he told the others. While that was half the truth, the other was about one gift that hadn’t been produced to the bots. A gift that none of the Hermits themselves had added. That being a single, plain white box, that opened up with a pair of masks that Grian was all too familiar with, along with a note specifically meant for Grian. 

It looked like Grian wasn’t the only Watcher just living in Hermitcraft. After a slight bit of discussion, the three agreed that it could be saved for another day, possibly even the following season if Grian asked about it. Today, however, was about the bots, and their birthday.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #metal hearts au #jrumbot #grumbot #did!grumbot #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #xisuma #xisumavoid #impulsesv #tangotek #zedaph #grian #watcher grian #watcher!grian #ethoslab #zombie cleo #stressmonster101 #keralis #falsesymmetry #mumbo jumbo #npc grian #evil xisuma #hels!doc #the watchers (evo)

[brainrattlers]

Play It Cool - Tyson Jost (25/n)

Author's notes: Welp, they're official - publicly this time! It's summer time, and Tyson's using it to get past the hangups from the end of the last season. Otherwise it's "summertime" and fun is abound. Short chapter, just some fluffy fun stuff going on.

Pairing: Tyson Jost x OFC (AJ) Chapter 24 is at https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/697160469821194240/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-24n

Word Count: 2573

Warnings: Actually it's pretty safe this time around. Might be a word or two of language. Also it's 3:30AM and all typos are my own, it'll get edited soon enough.

The two finally gave up on the chilly night air, even though AJ loved the feeling of Tyson wrapping his arms around her. Most of the night after the two were left alone was spent in silence, but it bothered neither of them. Tyson was truly understanding the way AJ’s brain worked. 

Early on, Tyson asked AJ what her love language was, after reading up on them.

“Tacos.”

And while that definitely would have won her over, and he might have actually come over with bags from Taco Bell on occasion, he knew that wasn’t one hundred percent the real answer. It was truly hitting him how much simple physical touch was something that would always calm her “spicy brain” as she called it. I’m not talking naked time, I’m talking something as basic as brushing his fingers over hers, or nudging her foot with his own would soothe her nerves. And the conversation didn’t have to follow. The touches were the conversation.

 However, the silent conversation turned from touches to a slightly shivering AJ, despite the two wrapping up with the blanket they were sitting on. Gathering the items around them, Tyson turned on the flashlight on his phone to guide them safely back to the house, hand in hand. Sneaking inside and upstairs, the couple quickly got ready for bed and curled up close, trying to warm up a still slightly shivery AJ.

AJ’s fingers were tracing small circles, playing with the small patch of hair on Tyson’s chest. To start it was relaxing to him, however somehow the touches became too soft, causing him to wince and giggle. To stop it, he loosely held onto her hand, his own finger stroking where her new ring would be at had it been waking hours. 

Tyson was the first to break the actual silence with real words.

“So, when do we say something about this? I figure family or friends are going to slip first.”

“Tys, you know you’re going to slip first,” AJ chuckled, “I mean…”

“Yeah yeah babe.” Tyson kissed the top of AJ’s head. “If it were up to me though, I’d be telling everyone that would listen. You are my everything and I want everyone else to know.”

Wrapping his arms around AJ, he pulled her in close to his chest, finally feeling the shivers disappear. AJ was quiet again, taking in everything he was saying.

“Since those closest to us now know, even if they think it was just yesterday… I’m okay with telling people if you are. I’m not sure how big of a promotion I’ll make of it, but maybe a fun photo or something.”

Tyson nodded in agreement, while AJ shifted around as she was losing feeling in her right arm that was tucked between both her own and Tyson’s torsos. The two scooted onto their sides, letting their backs touch, and feet tangle a bit.

“You sure you’re okay with me telling some people?” Tyson was a little worried, to be honest.

“It’s okay with me. Just however it happens, never read the comments, capiche?”

Tyson tapped AJ’s foot in acknowledgement, before telling her he loved her, and hoped she slept well. AJ reciprocated the well-wishes.

Little did AJ know that Tyson already had been planning for just this scenario, and knew exactly how he wanted to tell people. She had no idea what was coming.

The alarms went off early with Tyson wanting to go hit the gym with his new-found motivation to better himself this summer. With a kiss on her cheek, he was off, and she fell back asleep in his childhood room. AJ was so tired, that Tyson came back almost two hours later and woke her up to get breakfast. The first thing she did was roll over and find the tiny black box in her bag, and gently put the ring back on her finger. 

AJ stretched her arms up while sitting at the foot of the bed, trying to get her bearings and wake up… but something struck her as odd as she was stretching.

“That’s… perfect.”

Unsure of why Tyson said that, she whipped around to look, but Tyson was just seemingly drying his hair after his shower. AJ stared, but not in a I’m checking you out sort of way, it was more of a curiosity/what are you doing? kind of way. Thankfully for him though, AJ was still moving pretty slowly so she didn’t catch what he was actually up to. Still squinting, she got up and went to get ready for the morning, missing the impish grin that graced his face as she walked out of the bedroom.

After a family breakfast, Tyson took AJ out to Horseshoe Lake for some hiking and maybe some swimming if it was warm enough. The views were just as beautiful, although different, than those AJ was used to seeing in Colorado. And having been from Kansas… it was all gorgeous. The two took selfies together before getting in the water. AJ figured this was going to be one of the photos maybe that Tyson was going to send to friends to give the announcement as she was curled up into his left side, her left hand laying across Tyson’s chest. It gave a great view of the black sapphire on her finger.

AJ would be wrong. Before the two made it back to the car to retrieve their picnic lunch, AJ’s phone started blowing up. Instantly she looked at Tyson.

“What did you do?” AJ raised an eyebrow.

“Why do you assume I did something?” Tyson was failing to contain his giggles. “You always just jump to conclusions.”

Continuing to keep her eyebrow quirked upward, she looked at her phone to see that there was a post from Tyson on IG. And a number of notifications followed. Afraid to open the app, she couldn’t NOT do it though.

There AJ was in the photo, wearing an old tee that she had slept in, stretching her arms overhead, curls shoved upward on one side of her head, and the other part of her hair stick straight, poking outward from around her ear. But the one thing that stood out was her left hand as she stretched. The black stone was a stark contrast against her pale skin, but it was plain as day what it was. 

AJ’s eyes moved to the caption.

josty17 My favorite bedhead, always and forever. #futureMrsJosty17 (ring emoji) (kissing emoji)

Leave it to Tyson to make quite the announcement. This time, AJ’s heart skipped a beat, not able to stop the happy look that overtook her face. 

“It’s 100% us, Tys. It’s perfect.”

Tyson had turned off comments having learned lessons previously. Regardless, the likes poured in, and the DMs started hitting from family and friends, for both of them. But it was agreed that phones were getting tossed in AJ’s backpack, and the two were unplugging for the afternoon, enjoying their last day in Canada before traveling back to Minnesota the next day. Lots of little moments were shared between the two, like feeding each other bites of lunch while sprawled out on a blanket with the sun warm overhead. After a bit more swimming in the lake, the two dried off while watching the clouds roll through the sky. 

With the evening coming near, Tyson and AJ got a little more dressed and hiked back to the waiting car in the lot. A final family dinner was happening, with a few more of Tyson’s relatives coming to congratulate the couple before they headed back home for a few weeks. Tyson got to tell everyone that he was going to be participating in the Da Beauty League, and talk about what he hoped to get out of working out at the new facility that Dumba mentioned in Edina. AJ got to talk a bit about their new place and the area, inviting everyone out to visit.

After much food and good conversations, the guests found their way home, leaving everyone to finish cleaning up, and heading to bed. It was going to be another stressful travel day for AJ, so she wanted to rest up as much as she could.

Thankfully, the flights were smooth, and AJ didn’t do any damage to Tyson’s hand during takeoff and landing for either flight. Clearing customs was fast, and the couple claimed Tyson’s Grand Cherokee from parking and headed home. 

As much as Tyson loved going back to Edmonton, he had to admit that he was excited to get back to the new apartment, and start working on the New Tyson (™). Later that week he was meeting up with Matt to work out, and also meeting up with a few guys from DBL to get some practice in.

It was like he had done a complete 180 from where he was just two weeks prior. He still had some moments, but they were fewer and less intense. Seeing what he was accomplishing in the gym and on the ice spurred him on even more.

He snagged tickets for AJ to see him play at Braemar Arena. His first week playing with team Element, he was #7, with a handwritten name placard on his jersey. It was actually pretty adorable for some reason. The whole league was to raise money for charity, so while it wasn’t intense NHL hockey, it was still a lot of fun for the players. The fans got a lot out of it too - the teams were NHL past/present/future players, and local players that were up and coming… and tickets were pretty cheap comparatively. A lot of families were spotted at the games. And fun events were tied in as well each week at games. The whole vibe was just chill. 

AJ can’t deny it though, the night Tyson had a hat trick and a handful of assists was probably her favorite.

The best part of it all though was seeing Tyson come back out of his shell again. He was still hesitant of social media, only posting a handful of things here and there. Focusing on working out and getting stronger for the upcoming season was a huge goal. Being on fourth line was not where he wanted to be. 

With free agency open, players were being shifted around, and new potential spots opened up on the Wild. 

Tyson wanted one of those spots.

So while Tyson worked on himself physically, AJ spent her time fixing computers, printers, and phones for clients - and the best advertising was literally word of mouth. She wasn’t underpricing the competition so much that she wasn’t able to pay herself either - that balance was found where AJ could work as much as she wanted and still make a living. It was emotionally freeing for her too, as sometimes that spicy brain of hers would need a day off. Her boss wasn’t giving her grief for taking a mental health day. AJ was her own boss.

And it definitely wasn’t all work and no play with these two. There were still tons of lake days, and half days spent exploring the metro. The couple found their new favorite place to get tacos. AJ found a market that had all sorts of interesting international foods. They checked out festivals, and soaked up all the culture of the area.

There were a few times that Tyson traveled back to Edmonton without AJ, and that was okay too. AJ was going to need to get used to Tyson being gone for roadies again in the coming months. And as much as they loved spending time together, now that they were indeed living together, it was healthy to have a little AJ time, and a little Tyson time, away from each other. But really, the couple was good at finding the balance and compromise.

While Tyson traveled, AJ spent some time meeting up with Amanda and Danielle, and was slowly meeting a few of the other WAGs. This group of ladies, while they still had their moments, seemed more AJ’s speed, more down to earth. Not saying that the previous team’s WAGs were unwelcoming or plastic, but there were definitely times that AJ didn’t feel like she belonged and had to earn her spot. Of course, now that she was sporting a ring on her finger, it probably seemed a lot more official that she truly had arrived.

And in all of this, we cannot forget that AJ still had friends back in Denver (or as the case may be, spent some time out in Cole Harbour, Edmonton, and a week in Minnesota with Tyson and AJ still). Jess and Nate were traveling around quite a bit, but she really wanted to get it all in before the fall. It wasn’t because of hockey season, but Jess was accepted into a prestigious nursing program and was going to be locked into that for a number of months. 

With summer coming to an end, AJ was so proud of Tyson for how much stronger he was, both mentally and physically. 

One last hurrah though, AJ convinced Tyson to come out for the Minnesota State Fair. The Kansas State Fair was one of her favorite things back home home, and she was excited to check out all the sights and sounds and tastes. Tyson was a little apprehensive, but she was able to twist his arm pretty easily when he saw how excited she was.

Doing some research prior to arriving, AJ had plotted out which food vendors they’d need to visit, which animal exhibits to check out, and what events they wanted to see. Rides, though, were nowhere on her list… that motion sickness struggle was real.

After hitting everything on her list, including Pronto Pups (AJ was super excited because it’d been forever since she had one at the Kansas fair), a lot of other fried foods, checking out all the livestock exhibits (Tyson did have to admit the sheep were adorable), and seeing all the vendors, AJ was ready to head home for the evening.

Tyson had another plan, and it was quite spontaneous.

Grabbing AJ’s hand, he lead her to the midway where the rides and games were, finding the skee-ball trailer.

“Care for a little competition?” Tyson wiggled his eyebrow, taunting AJ.

“Bring it, Jost.”

Tyson got some tokens for each of them, and the game was on. Tyson failed to remember one key thing though - skee ball is an awful lot like bowling. So while he was hitting 20s and 30s, but mainly 10s because the ball would bounce and roll around the rings, AJ was rolling the ball up the ramp and mainly hitting 30s, 40s, and 50s, hitting the occasional 100 point ring.

By the end of their tokens being all used up, AJ had amassed just enough tickets to get a large stuffed animal. Being a gracious winner, she let Tyson pick out which he wanted. After pooling their tickets together, Tyson picked out a giant panda bear.

Tyson proudly carried it all the way back to AJ’s car. 

With the end of the day though came the feeling that summer was over. Captain’s skates and preseason were just around the corner. Getting ready for training camp started taking up more and more time. 

This season though, it felt different. 

This was truly Tyson’s second chance to prove himself.

Chapter 26: https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/699066642622251008/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-26n

#Tyson Jost #Josty #Play It Cool #Tyson Jost x OFC #MNWild #TysonTuesday #Bedhead #rings

[lxvislxdy]

Lock and Key | Bakugou K.

Summary: It all started out as a harmless prank - Denki’s idea, to get the two of you to talk. It was no secret that you had feelings for Bakugou Katsuki, at least, not amongst your friends. Denki had meant well, sure, when he’d handcuffed the two of you together, but when the key goes missing... well, let’s just say, it’s gonna be a long 24 hours.

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x reader

Warning(s): Swearing, that should be it

Notes: Reminder that my requests are open! Let me know what you’d like to see on my page! Hope you enjoy this cute little fic for Bakugou :) I just wanted to write something soft and lighthearted, and cute, so this is that.

You were going to kill Denki. That is, if Bakugou didn’t get to him first.

“Calm down, Bakubro! Murdering one of our classmates would not be very manly of you!”

And if it wasn’t for Kirishima, holding Bakugou back with all of his strength and giving you a sympathetic look as you were dragged along, Denki would’ve been toast. Literally. 

“Look, man, I’m sorry!” Denki was saying, hiding behind Mina and Sero, “It’s just a prank, dude, a joke! Don’t kill me!” 

“I’m gonna end you, spark plug!” Bakugou growled, “Get over here and get this shit off of me!”

Sero, barely holding back his laughter, said, “Aw, come on, Bakugou, I wouldn’t call y/n ‘shit’!”

For a moment, Bakugou blinks like he’s stunned, but then his murderous glare returns ten fold. “That’s... That’s not even what I meant, dunce face! I meant the handcuffs! Get. Them. OFF!”

You know, from the look Mina is sending you, that you’re blushing. 

“Okay!” Kaminari scrambles out from behind the two, smiling sheepishly as he searches all his pockets, “No worries, man, let me just... let me... get the... key...”

Bakugou finally settles down, and you breathe a sigh of relief as he drops his hand, yours falling with it. You rub at your wrist lightly, eyebrows drawn together. You’d been handcuffed to Bakugou for almost ten minutes now, and your wrist was already sore from being yanked around so much. 

“What’s taking so long, dunce face?” Bakugou grumbles.

“Well, you see, uhm... okay, listen, don’t be... don’t be mad, bro, just...” Kaminari laughs, eyes wide in fear, voice dropping so low you could hardly hear him, “I can’t exactly find it.”

You yelp in surprise as Bakugou activates his quirk, feeling the heat against the back of your hand. 

“What did you say?!” 

Everyone winces as he yells, face almost as red as Kirishima’s hair. 

“Careful, dude, don’t burn her!” Kirishima says, hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. 

Bakugou shoves him off, but listens to him nonetheless, and the heat subsides. 

“It’s okay, Kiri, I’m fine.” You tell him quietly. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Denki says, guiltily. 

“Yeah, you’re about to be real sorry.” Bakugou says, “If you don’t get these off in the next five seconds!”

“Look, let’s just calm down for a minute, okay?” You say, stepping between the two. You feel Bakugou’s arm tug back against yours, as you move farther away from him, and your blush deepens. “Sorry. Anyway... why don’t we just see if Momo can make an extra key? Right?"

“That’s a good idea!” Kirishima says, optimistically. “See? Everything’s fine.”

“Yeah, why didn’t I think of that?” Kaminari scratches his head.

“Because you’re an idiot.” Bakugou mutters darkly.

Mina purses her lips, shifting back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Yeah, that would be great... Except Momo is visiting her parents, and won’t be back till later tonight.”

And just like that, Bakugou explodes again. “WHAT?!”

...

After a stressful call with Momo, involving Bakugou taking the phone from Mina not once, but twice, and telling her to ‘get her and her stupid ass ponytail back to UA NOW!’, it’s finally decided that you’ll just have to wait it out. Even Bakugou can’t say he’d rather go to Aizawa, because explaining this meant explaining the handprint shaped burns in Denki’s door.

Of course, Momo promises to help as soon as she’s back, but that’s still hours and hours away. 

Bakugou, who still practically had steam coming out of his ears, sat beside you on the couch silently. Across from you, the rest of the group watched in sympathy (and fear). No one dared to break the silence, in fear he’d blow up on them again. You couldn’t say you blamed them. 

“Come on.” Bakugou’s sudden command startles you.

“What? Where are we going?” You ask, following his lead and standing up (you were getting dragged along, either way). 

He rolls his eyes, sighing, “I don’t know, but I’m not just gonna sit around like an idiot all day.”

He doesn’t wait for your response, marching out of the room. You look over your shoulder on your way out, a silent cry for help, and Denki has the audacity to give you a thumbs up and wink. You glare at him, sending your friends into a laughing fit.

“What are they laughing at?” Bakugou mutters, brow raised.

You flush in embarrassment, shrugging. “Dunno.”

The two of you eventually end up in the kitchen. You knew Bakugou could cook, everyone did because he regularly kicked everyone out of the kitchen so he could, but you’d never actually seen him in action. He was much calmer now that the two of you were alone, but the scowl never left his face. 

After a few minutes of awkwardly trailing behind him as he gathered ingredients, you mustered up the courage to ask, “Can I help?”

He doesn’t answer for a moment, and you begin to think he’ll just ignore you, before he’s handing you a spoon. “You stir while I chop vegetables. I don’t trust you with a knife.”

Ignoring the backhanded comment, you take the spoon from him, happy he’s letting you help. You stir with one hand, resting the other on the counter beside him, so he can use both hands to chop the vegetables. It’s not easy, trying to cook while handcuffed to the angry blonde, but the two of you eventually find a rhythm. 

“So what are you making?” You ask, turning to look at him. His focus is all on what he’s doing, and he looks so serious you try your best not to giggle. Does Bakugou ever just... relax? Still, the way his lower lip just barely juts out and his brow furrows, when he concentrates hard, is really cute.

“We’re making zosui.” 

You’re heart does a little flip as he says ‘we’. He doesn’t mean anything by it, you know that, but you still have to turn away in an attempt to hide your smile. As mad as you were at Denki, you had to admit that being able to actually spend time with Bakugou doing something so... normal, domestic? It was nice. You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time daydreaming about a moment like this (except, in your daydreams, you weren’t handcuffed, and maybe there was kissing involved), but you’d never thought it would actually happen. The only time you got to spend time with him outside of class, normally, was if you asked for help with the homework or agreed to spar. But that was rare, these days. Bakugou normally sparred with Kirishima, anyway, and you always felt like a bother when you asked for help. 

Sneaking another look at Bakugou, you find he’s already looking at you. He takes the spoon from you, gently bumping his hip into yours to move you out of the way, and you watch as he adds the veggies to the soup. As he stirs them in, he asks you to hand him the spices he’d set out beforehand. 

“What, have you never seen someone cook before?” He asks.

You laugh sheepishly, “I ate a lot of microwave dinners growing up.”

The look he gives you is incredulous, borderline angry, and he scoffs. “You’re kidding. That shits terrible for you!” 

You laugh, wrinkling your nose. 

He meets your eyes for a moment, lips parted slightly, and you raise a brow at him. Before you can ask, his attentions is back on the soup, and he’s quiet again.

It doesn’t take long for the soup to be done, then, after he adds the rice. And you have to admit, even though you hadn’t helped much, you do feel a sense of accomplishment when you sit down to eat a meal that you made yourself. 

The two of you sit down beside each other, forced to scoot your chairs so close that your thighs are almost touching. Surprisingly, he doesn’t complain.

“Thank you,” You say quietly, before digging in. “Wow! This is delicious!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” He rolls his eyes, but you recognize the slightly smug look on his face. “You helped.”

You giggle, bumping shoulders with him. “Sure, but you’re the chef, here!”

He hid it behind another bite of food, but you could have sworn you saw him smile, too. 

The two of you finish your meal in silence, Bakugou waiting with surprising patience for you to finish eating, before putting the bowls in the sink. 

“Thanks.”

He gives you a look, “For what?”

For being so nice.

“For teaching me how to cook!” 

He shrugs, muttering out ‘whatever’ in reply. 

“So... what do you want to do know?” You ask, hoping his tolerance for your company would last. 

You end up back in his dorm, awkwardly huddled together at the head of his bed. He was reading, as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. The silence wasn’t awkward, like you’d thought it would be. It was comfortable, almost calming. You found yourself getting tired, the more you sat there. 

Eventually growing bored of your phone, you turned to see what Bakugou was reading, and started reading the pages yourself. You didn’t think he’d noticed, until he slipped his finger behind the next page to turn it, and paused. 

“You done?” He said, quiet and soft, his cheeks tinted the slightest pink. 

Your eyes widened, blushing, “Uh, yeah. S-Sorry.”

He turned the page without another word, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You tried to ignore him, pretending to read, before he sighed. 

And then, Bakugou began to read to you. 

“W-What are you doing?”

He stopped, narrowing his eyes. “Reading, dumbass.” He snapped. “You read slower than me, it’s annoying.”

Despite the backhanded remark, you grinned. “Oh. Okay.” 

He started again, sounding significantly less irritated, and you tried to slow the beating of your heart. In all the times you’d imagined hanging out with Bakugou, you had never thought of something this sweet. You especially hadn’t anticipated his voice ever being this soft, and calming. 

As he read to you, you shifted closer, eventually resting your head on his shoulder. He faltered for a minute, hiding his fumble with a cough, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it. It wasn’t until he reached the end of the next chapter that he realized you’d fallen asleep. 

And he definitely wasn’t blushing, no, not Bakugou.

Hours later, when Momo and all your friends piled into his room, he whispered harshly, “Wake her up, and I’ll kill you!”

Maybe Denki’s plan had worked out, after all. 

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In the end, no

Drabble #5

Promt: #87 “Don't be scared, I’m right here”

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

A/N: Thank you all who waited to see this one posted! and thanks to the one who requested it, im sorry it took this long but I had a serious case of procrastination. Hope you guys enjoy!

tw: character death

To say you were tired wasn't even close to how you felt.

You were exhausted. Mind, body and everything in between. You had been working nonstop for too long, you were starting to burn out. But as things started to ease out, you finally had time to relax. Today was the first time you'll be going home early and you no longer had to be the first one in the office to begin the day, which meant you'll finally enjoy your free time.

The trek from work to your home was long enough to allow you to list all the things you've stopped doing so far.

You haven't watched your favorite show, too tired at night to even look for it. You haven't read your book, started since the beginning of the year, and six months later still not even half finished. You haven't felt your bed, your body too tired to even feel how comfortable it was before sleeping. You haven't enjoyed your home, barely basked in its warmth and felt its love.

You haven't seen him.

That's what you missed the most. You would arrive too late to see him off before patrol, and your work was too early to say goodbye in the morning when he just came back.

A hand on your shoulder took you out of your trance. You jumped, your mind still somewhere in your thoughts. Your first reaction was to move away, but that only made them hold you closer, their grip on you too strong to break. Before you could panic, a laugh behind you made you react.

“Jason!” You shouted, getting out of his grasp as relief washed over you.

He smiled, clearly amused at your reaction.

“Hello, y/n.” His lips warmed you as he kissed your forehead. You rolled your eyes, not letting him get away with it.

Your fist collided with his arm as you scolded him. “Don't do that again.”

He laughed, holding you once more. Your body relaxing almost instantly.

“I won't do it again… maybe.”

“Hmm.” You answered, your arms circling his waist, pressing yourself more to him. It was an awkward position to walk, but you didn't care, it's been ages since you've been like this, and you weren't passing on the opportunity.

You walked for a few blocks in silence, taking your usual shortcut through the alley, Jason's presence enough to make you feel safe even in Gotham, before you talked again. “Hey, Jay?”

He made a questioning sound. “What?”

“Dick called.” You braced yourself for his reaction. Seeing as he was waiting for you to continue, you did. “He wants us to come for dinner tomorrow night.”

“He does now.” was his answer. You pushed yourself away to look at him, not leaving his arms.

“Yeah. He said, and I quote, ‘He misses his baby bird and wants to see him now that he's in town’” You said, your smile growing with his reaction.

He huffed, shaking his head, looking up at your building.

“Come on. Let's go for a little while and then we leave.” You tried to plead as you went inside.

“Are you sure?” He asked, already walking up the stairs, you followed him behind as he took the lead.

“Yeah. Besides, I like Dick.” He brushed against the walls as he turned to look at you, the hallway to your apartment barely wide enough for the two.

“Of course you do.” He gave you a smile that made you think he wasn't talking about his brother.

You turned away, not wanting to let him see you blush. ”And..., I want to say hi to Alfred”

You stopped at the open door, Jason moving aside to let you go first.

“I’ll think about it.” He finally said, your smile widening at his answer. With a kiss on his cheek you let the door close as you both were finally home.

Tomorrow came faster than you thought.

It was a nice dinner, even if Jason would rather eat his words than accept it.

You arrived at quarter past six, 15 minutes before you agreed, the nerves not letting you stay calm. Dick was already there before you could even knock, Alfred waiting by the door, as he came forward to hug you. You returned it just as earnestly, it had been a while since you last saw him and he definitely was your favorite of the brothers. Letting you go with a smile, he took you to the dining room, taking Jason with him by the shoulder in a half hug. Fighting to hold back your laughter, you followed, hugging Alfred as you passed him.

It was a surprise once you arrived, not expecting Bruce or Tim to be there as well, the two of them receiving you just as warmly.

Everything was great. Once in a while you would sneak a glance at Jason, the way he smiled and how he laughed told you he too liked these little moments with his family, when everything is simple, easy, and you loved seeing him like this, your heart a little warmer at the thought.

Bruce and Tim left after dinner, not waiting for dessert, saying they had business to attend to. Dick followed not long after, asking Jason to go with him. Which left you alone with Alfred, the two of you chatting over a cup of tea before cleaning up.

You helped Alfred wash the dishes and clear out the dinner before heading down to the cave.

You could hear a fight going on as you made your way down, shouts getting louder the closer you got. Jason was pacing as he talked, screamed, at Dick who remained silent, arms crossed while he looked at Jason, his troubled expression the only sign of his emotions.

"How's everything going, guys?" You asked as soon as you stepped out of the elevator, brow raised knowingly at them.

“It's going great” Jason's smile as he came towards you showing it was anything but. “Come on y/n, we're leaving”

“Jay, please, just think about it.”

“I said, no, Dick.” Jason said, taking your hand as he walked towards the elevator.

“What is he talking about?” you asked, pulling back to stop him.

“Nothing.” His answer was short, not looking at you.

"How is it nothing? I wouldn't ask you, beg you, if it were nothing." Dick sighed, pulling at his hair as he looked down, almost defeated.

"What is it?" You asked Dick, his head shooting up to look at you.

"It's this case we've been working on..."

"Don't tell her! She does-"

"No," You cut him off, "I want to know. What is it Dick?"

He shot a glance at Jason before he answered.

"We've been tracking an organization that's been involved in drugs for the most part, but as of lately, they've moved to weapons and human trafficking." He shook his head. "Guess they found a better way to make money."

"Those bastards." Jason said under his breath, huffing behind you.

"We've been following them in Gotham and Bludhaven for a while, but never got to the source." He looked at Jason, "that is, until Jason's last report."

You suck a breath. If they found the source then it means they could take them down forever. They could free not only Gotham and Bludhaven, but any other place they could have a base.

"We are going to the location. Take them by surprise, before they leave." Dick finished, crossing his arms.

You grabbed Jason's hand, feeling the heat of his body behind you. This was big, too important to let it pass and he knew too.

“When are they leaving?” you asked Dick, ignoring the look Jason was surely giving you.

“Right now.” he grimaced, “Bruce and Tim just left, they are on their way to the airport.”

You looked back at Jason, his eyes already on you. You could tell what he was thinking, you just got your time back, and now he was leaving, but you could also tell how much he wanted to help. That's why you knew what to say next.

“You should go, Jason.” The surprise on his face as you answered was one for the books.

“Y/n…” He began to say, still confused. You smiled in reassurance, taking his hand in yours.

“Even I know this is your best chance at getting them.” you squeezed his hand. “So, go.”

He stared at you for a while before he asked, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Go.” You patted his arm, giving him a little push towards his bike.

He stumbled back a few steps, his eyes never leaving you. He looked like a kicked puppy, and you couldn't help laughing a little.

“I’ll be fine , Jason." You fought for your smile to reach your eyes. "I'll be here when you get back."

“Okay.” was all he said after a long pause, barely a whisper, his eyes never leaving yours until he moved. He got into his bike, sending a quick message to Bruce to tell them he was going.

"I love you." He said before putting on the helmet, starting his bike before he left.

The sound of the engine almost covering your answer. "I love you too."

You watched him leave with Dick at your side, the cave suddenly too quiet for the two of you. Now that he had left you couldn't hold onto the smile anymore. You sighed, rubbing at your eyes to keep the tears threatening to come out at bay.

You paced the cave for a while, not wanting to stay still, too afraid of what would happen if you did until you finally stopped, letting your mind do the pacing.

You felt Dick at your side a moment after, his hand rubbing your shoulder to comfort you.

“Don't worry y/n. I'll stay here to monitor if there's any movement in Gotham”, his hand on you a comfortable weight, “I’ll also be in contact with them 24/7. If anything happens, you'll be the first to know.”

You sighed again, something you've been doing lately, tension leaving your body at his words. At least there'll be someone taking care of him.

“Thank you, Dick.” He flashed you a smile, offering his arm to you

“No problem. Come on, I'll take you home.” You smiled in response, taking his arm in yours.

Like that, hours became days, days became weeks, and before you knew it, 2 months had passed. Two months since he left. Two months since you've been alone. No. You weren't alone, he was still out there, working hard, saving people, and yet, you couldn't help feeling that way.

Dick was true to his word, letting you know everything as it happened, day by day, he would call to update you on the mission. Even when there was nothing to report he'd still call you, sometimes to talk, sometimes to listen, you knew he was trying to cheer you up, and you were grateful for that.

Other days you would go to the mansion, spending time with Alfred, letting him guide you through the mansion, telling you stories about Jason and the rest when they were young or chatting through a cup of tea, and with Dick down in the cave, as the two of you checked on them, how they were doing, if they were okay. It had become sort of a routine as you waited.

You were making your way home when your phone went off, your boss sending you home earlier and giving you the next day free after spending the last weeks working overtime, threatening to fire you if you came back without resting. You checked the id before answering, smiling when Dick's name showed on the screen.

"Hey Dick! How’s everything going?" You answered cheerfully, your good mood coming out.

"Hey y/n"

"I just saw Bruce giving an interview. Why didn't you tell me they were back?"

"Y/n…"

“And why hasn't my boy called to tell me? I swear if he tries another of his surprises…” you stopped mid sentence, Dick unusually quiet for a call like this. Anxiety building up inside you before you asked, ” Hey… what is it Dick?”

"Y/n…"

"What?"

"Is Jason.."

"What happened?" you said, dread gnawing on your insides

"I think it'll be better if you come to the mansion."

"I don't see how going there would be any different from telling me now."

“…” His silence became unbearable, your patience thinning with every second that passed.

The last of it breaking as you shouted, "Dick! Tell me!", worry more than clear in your voice.

He heaved a sigh before speaking. "They managed to get most of the men, but their leader managed to escape. He and another guy got into a plane and Jason followed them."

You breathed in sharply.

"He got onto the plane. It was loaded with weapons, mostly explosives. It took off before they could go with him"

No.

"A fight broke and there was a shooting"

No.

“A missing bullet must've hit one of those crates and” he took a deep breath, “the plane exploded.”

No!

"It fell into the sea"

You held onto the wall, your legs giving out, making you slide down to the floor

"Where is he?"

"They've been looking all through the ocean nonstop. So far, they've found two bodies. They’re still looking for hi.., him."

“Don't you have a way of knowing this!? A signal, something?” You were shouting, not caring for the looks people were giving you as they passed.

"The tracker was on his helmet, we believe it got destroyed in the explosion, that's why they haven't been able to find him yet."

It couldn't be. This isn't happening. Not- not again. Not to him.

“Y/n-”

“I'm going there” you cut him out, ending the call.

The next thing felt like a blur, each of his words ringing over and over inside your mind.

The plane exploded.

They are still looking for him.

There's still a chance.

You took a cab to the mansion, barely paying attention to the ride. You jumped out once you reached Wayne Manor, running as fast as you could to the entrance, Alfred already there before you could reach the door, so you went straight down to the cave, Dick waiting for you at the elevator.

“Hey y/n…”

“Please Dick. Tell me it isn't true” you shook him by the shoulders, trying to to stop yourself from crying. “Please tell me it isn't”, eyes burning as you pleaded

“I wish it was” he grabbed your wrists, rubbing circles, trying to comfort you as much as he could.

You shook your head, casting down your eyes, not wanting to see the truth you'd find in his. You didn't want to believe it.

“Please, please please please….” You could feel yourself falling down, your legs no longer holding you for a second time this day.

Dick hugged you, keeping you from reaching the floor. “I'm sorry y/n”

“No!” Tears blurred your vision. Your arms rounding his neck as you hug him back, his hold on you tightening.

It was your fault.

Maybe if you hadn't told him. If you had stopped him before he left, maybe then he'd still be here, still with you. Still alive.

No.

You wouldn't have changed a thing.

You knew Jason, you knew he thought the same. He wanted to help, that's all he's ever wanted. To give a meaning to his actions. He wanted to help those in need, to be useful, to be good. That's why he went, your words only helping to ease the worry of leaving you alone. That's why you said it, and you'd never regret it, and neither would he.

It wasn't your fault.

A sound from behind made you look back. Batman turned from the computer, taking a few steps before removing his cowl. He looked tired, defeated. So different from the looks he had for the cameras not long ago.

You ignored the way he looked, anger rising like a fire making you move away from Dick.

“It was you!” You shouted across the cave. Tears sliding down your cheeks as you made your way to Bruce

“You did this!” you hit him on the chest, your fists colliding with his armor. His face was tired, eyes filled with sadness. He had failed him again.

“You had to look out for him!” Another punch.

“You had to save him!” you said through your tears, your fists losing force.

“Why didn't you save him?” you finally sobed, pressing your forehead against him. The fire burning away, leaving only ashes, your body suddenly cold.

“I’m sorry” was all he said as he held your shaking body while you cried. His warmth and the feel of his arms on your back a comfort around you, but not the one you wanted, the one you may never have again.

You stayed at the mansion after that. Once you had calmed down Dick took you to one of the rooms, giving you a little briefing of what was going on. Tim had stayed on the island, looking over the search in case they found him. Meanwhile Bruce tried looking with the satellites, see if any of the old trackers in his body were still active. If what you knew was true, there was no point on doing that. Jason had taken them all out long ago, not wanting any of them keeping checks on him. Still, it was something, better than nothing.

You felt empty, and yet, hope remained in you, like embers of a fire not quite out, waiting for any kind of fuel to light up again.

You stayed for a week before deciding it was time to go back, those days barely spent doing the bare minimum, crying yourself to sleep every night, trying to console yourself as much as you could, after all you only had so much time off work, you still had to live your life, try to move on and wait.

So you did.

You kept working, doing as much to keep your mind from spiraling that way, from staying as far from your apartment as you could. Still your home but one that's grown colder with every passing day. It was hard, sadness and despair threatening to keep you from doing anything every day, and yet you pushed. For him. Moping around was not something he'd like for you, even if he wasn't here, but he could, if they haven't found a body yet you could still hope, you could still wait.

Hope was slipping down like water through your fingers. You tried to hold on to as much as you could, as long as there was even the tiniest possibility, you would, you could still believe he was coming back, coming home, coming to you.

What else was left?

The sound of your phone woke you up. You checked the clock on your stand. Not yet time for you to wake up, and barely one hour sleeping. Another night of tossing around, unable to sleep, the thoughts in your head too loud to let you rest.

You grabbed your phone, the name on the screen no longer making you smile. You sat up, moving your covers aside, letting your feet touch the floor, the coldness of it waking you up.

You took a deep a deep breath, steeling yourself before answering, getting ready for whatever was going to happen.

But nothing in the world could have prepared you for what was going to happen next.

"Hello Dick." You said, breathing deeply through your nose.

"Hello y/n. How are you?"

"What is it?" You ignored his question, going straight to the point. Whatever it was, you could take it.

You could hear Dick pacing around, almost hear the gears in his head trying to think a way of telling you the news

You could take it.

"There's been news on Jason"

You could.

"They found him"

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, a wave of relief washing over you.

"You did!?" you shouted, "How is he? Is he- ?" You tried to ask everything at once, barely able to contain yourself before he stopped you.

"We don't know, y/n. The body-"

Your heart went still.

"It's been too long. "

The body.

"We are waiting for it to arrive. Run some tests, dental records, DNA.."

Not him.

"Due to his legal status we can't let them know it's him. We have to wait until he's back with us in Gotham"

"You're sure it's him?" you felt yourself asking, no longer connected to your body.

"There was no one else on that plane they hadn't found"

The last ember of hope went off inside you, leaving smoke to fill its place.

"Y/n?"

"I have to go."

"Wait, y/n! Let me come get you-"

"Goodbye Dick."

You ended the call.

Your phone hitting the floor at the same time you did, hugging you legs tight to your chest, tears burning your eyes, wetting your cheeks. The lump in your throat making it hard to swallow.

And just like that, as if a switch had turned inside you.

You screamed.

Screamed with every fiber of your being, your body shaking every time you did. Your tears falling down like rivers you wanted to drown in. You weren't crying, crying meant sadness, sometimes even happiness, an emotion so big it couldn't be contained inside, whose only way out is like that. This was so much more.

It was pain, full, raw, unbounded. It was despair and sadness, all coming out at once. It was your soul breaking, its shards leaving you with every scream, with every tear, making your face wet, your eyes burn, leaving your throat raw and hurting.

You did it until the smoke inside you left, leaving you hollow. You had to calm down, sobbing thickly, your vision blurry with drying tears.

You tried to breath, the air suddenly becoming too thick, making you dizzy. You could feel the walls pressing on you, too tight, too cold.

You were breaking, your chest hurt, like it would collapse any time now, taking your heart with it.

You needed to leave.

You left your apartment, not bothering to take a coat, welcoming the freezing air, letting it's bite bring you alive.

The streets were empty, fitting for the occasion, like they knew you needed to be alone. You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back as you took a deep breath, and began to walk.

You didn't know how long you were out. Walking aimlessly around letting the pain take you whole, your mind no longer there, trying to escape the grief that consumed you.

You felt hollow, empty, and yet, so full at the same time. Full of fear, of sadness, of anger. Jason was gone, and you didn't know how you'll fill the hole he left inside you. You weren't sure you could. You could only hope you'd learn to live with it, learn to ignore the pain and maybe one day, heal. Just not today, right now you would mourn, let everything out, even if there was nothing left inside.

Your feet were hurting, cold biting your skin, making you shiver before you decided to head back home, taking your usual shortcut through the alley.

Your head was still somewhere else, not even stopping to think about the dangers of your actions. It was Gotham after all, and Jason was no longer here to protect you.

By the time you realized what you’d done, it was too late.

With your head down you made your way to your apartment, less of a home now that he was no longer here, hugging yourself tightly, trying to keep the warmth from leaving. The sole of your shoes echoed through the alley with every step, digging into your flesh, making it hard to walk. The sky rumbled in the distance, which meant you had to hurry if you didn't want to get caught in the rain.

A sound ahead of you took you out of your musings, a second pair of steps joining yours making you look up. A man appeared right at the entrance of the alley, hood up and hands tucked inside his pockets, he walked confidently, like the biggest fish in the pond. The faint light of a nearby post lighting up his face, you could see his eyes fixed on you, his mouth turning to a smirk, whistling as he looked at you.

“Hey pretty, what got you out so late at night?”

You lowered back your head, still moving forward.

“I have to say, I wasn't expecting such a beauty to be roaming here when I came to to see who’s coming, but am I glad it is” he kept talking, almost too close now, making you slow down a fraction as you tried to get out.

“Haha, what is it? Cat got your tongue?” you could fill him right in front of you, making you stop before you could collide with him.

“Is it because we're alone? You don't feel comfortable talking with me? Is it the street? Maybe you need to warm up a little, the street is too cold to be out like that. Don’t worry sugar, we can fix that right away.”

You began to panic. One you could take out, outrun him and lose him, but if he was bringing more. You tried to stay calm.

“Hey, boys! Why don’t we help them feel more comfortable.” You raised your head, fear almost taking over at his words.

From the same place the first one came, two other men joined him, each of them flanking you on either side, both just as big, and the three of them smiling, their eyes roaming your body like they could see what's underneath your clothes.

“Leave me alone.” you said, trying to sound as confident as you could.

“Heh, looks like you're not a mute after all.” He laughed, taking a hold of your arm in a vice grip

“Don't touch me.” he laughed again, turning to look at the others, both doing the same.

“Let me go!” you shouted, pulling at your arm, trying to hit him, kick him, anything to get you free.

“Feisty, we're gonna need to fix that. Can't have you misbehaving like that, can we?” He let you go with a push, making you fall to the ground, the three of them laughing down at you.

You shook yourself, wincing as you stood, your left foot probably hurt. Your mind was running a mile per hour, adrenaline pumping through your veins with every breath, trying to come up with a wayout, a way to escape. You tried to look at your surroundings, taking deep breaths to calm you down, nothing good comes out from being anxious.

You were surrounded by residential buildings, maybe you could scream, ask for help, but screaming in Gotham did the opposite, people ignoring it for the sake of remaining safe.

You could bolt it, turn around and run as fast as you could, go back to the street and hopefully they'll avoid going after you. The guy on your left seemed to think the same, his hand going for the gun on his hip.

You could try calling Dick, or Bruce, but something told you he'd shot you the moment you even tried to pull out your cell phone. Maybe they were already on their way, looking for you, seeing how distressed you were by the news, but maybe not, maybe they were trying to give you space, let you sort things out. Alone.

You were trapped.

“Don't worry, we’ll be leaving soon. Ride's almost here.” the man on your right said, his smirk getting wider.

So much for being calm. You began to panic, breaths coming short as the men in front of you laughed, snickering between them, watching you crumble.

The sound of tires screeching behind you had you covering your ears, the echoing almost deafening, freezing you on the spot.

No. Not like this. They can't take you away.

You closed your eyes, as if it could somehow block out the world, make it turn into a dream, a nightmare you would wake up from. The pounding of your heart too loud on your ears to hear anything else, almost missing the presence behind you.

Your body moved on its own, going backwards like you could escape from it. The sound of someone coming closer hitting like a bullet with every step. They walked with confidence, fast, like an animal who had caught its prey, sure they couldn't escape.

You could feel your heart fall as you collided with a body, stopping you from moving any further, making your eyes burn as you tried not to cry, not in front of them. You jumped as he held you, his chest shaking behind you as he laughed.

The way he laughed sent shivers down your spine, the hands on you too hot. Too wrong. He squeezed your shoulders once before you felt the air on your back, freezing you as he moved away, his hands sliding down your arms as he bent down, his face getting closer to your ear.

“Don't be scared” his breath felt hot, making you whimper, no longer able to hold it in, letting your tears fall freely as you cried. Closing your eyes tighter, not letting them open.

You could feel him move in front of you, his face still close, nuzzling your neck as he whispered, “I'm right here.” You let out a sob, the force of it bringing you down.

It had to be a dream, it had to. There was no way this could be real, for he voice that spoke just moments ago was supposed to be dead.

Your love.

Jason.

The men that held you captive went silent. Holding their breaths at the sight of him, the Red Hood. The deadliest vigilante in all of Gotham crouching in front of you.

He raised his hand to brush away your tears, kissing your forehead before he stood up

“Keep your eyes closed.” he said. You let out a huff, only he could sound amused in a situation like this.

The whole thing was over in seconds. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, bones cracking, the smell of gunpowder flooding your nose with each shot fired, all of it filling the silence. One by one, they all went down, their screams stopping as they each fell. Only when the last of the bodies hit the ground were you able to relax. Your eyes still closed for another reason entirely, now wishing it’d be anything but a dream.

How could you live if it turned out to be just that, if you opened your eyes just find yourself back at your apartment, your tears still fresh and Jason still gone, dead once more.

“Y/n.” You heard him call your name, his voice ever so soft, cautious not to scare you.

You heard him shuffle, crouching once more in front of you. His body blocking the cold air of the night.

“Y/n… Look at me.” he held your face like you were precious, delicate, capable of breaking at the slightest movement, the pads of his thumbs brushing your lashes, trying to coax your eyes to open.

You shook your head, feeling tears fall again, the hands on you catching them before they fell to the floor.

“Please.” he pleaded, his voice full of want, of longing, as he whispered the word, his forehead warm against yours as his hands fell to your neck, rubbing your chin and behind your ears trying to get you to open, to see.

You took in a couple of breaths, steeling yourself before opening your eyes, the faint lights blinding you after having them closed for so long.

The moment you could focus on the person in front of you making you sob. The sight of him threatening to make you cry for the third time this night. He looked just like the last time you saw him, a couple of scratches here and there, but the same nonetheless. The same face, the same smile, the same pair eyes full of warmth, full of love as they looked at you.

You raised your hand to his face, slowly, careful, still not believing this was real.

“Is it really you?” you asked, voice shaking as you looked into his eyes.

“It's me.” a faint smile drawing on his face as he answered, placing his hand over yours, keeping it in place.

You cast down down your eyes, head hanging low as you shook it, not sure if shaking away the tears or something else.

His other hand came up, his fingers hooking up under chin, warm and gentle as he made you stop, tilting up your head, guiding you to look at him.

“It's me.” he said again, his eyes filling up with tears as he held your stare.

You grabbed his hand, placing it against you like he did with yours as you let out a laugh, happiness bubbling inside you before exploding, flinging yourself to hug him. Your arms tight around him, trying to bring him as close as you could. The force of your hug almost made him fall back, losing his balance before he recovered, putting his arms around you as he returned the hug just as fiercely, careful not to hurt you.

“It's you.” you said it over and over like a prayer.

You stayed like that for a while, basking in each other's presence, finally together. You weren't sure how much it had passed before you both let go, a thunder rumbling in the distance reminded you of your situation. You had to hurry if you didn't want to get caught in the rain, and yet, none of you made the effort to move.

A thought came to you as you looked at him, a memory of a conversation that now feels from too long ago.

“You promised you wouldn't do it again.” You said, your fist colliding with his arm.

His hand went to the spot you hit, feigning hurt as he laughed. “I said maybe.”

You couldn’t help but laugh too, too happy to stay mad at him. Not when he was here, when this wasn’t a dream.

With that thought you held him again, nuzzling your face to his chest, inhaling his scent, his hands rubbing up and down your back before settling on your waist, drawing you closer to him.

“Thank you for coming back.” you whispered softly, not sure he would hear you.

“Thank you for waiting.” he said in the same way.

You kissed as you both embraced, your arms around his neck, pressing your bodies tight against each other, the warmth between the two enough to ignore the cold as it began to rain.

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running in circles

chapter twenty-eight: and I wonder if I ever cross your mind summary: Goldie has a bad day. warnings: references to sex, nothing explicit wordcount: 3681 playlist (will be updated as chapters are posted): shorturl.at/bfBCQ ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33776632/chapters/94721941

here’s chapter twenty-eight!! text will also be included in this post for those of you that don’t use ao3:

Birka, Sweden July 1st, 1958 2:24 PM (local time)

She’d been spending a lot of time with Scrooge ever since she returned from her interdimensional traveling. It was nice, but it was also kind of weird. And sometimes she really needed to just…go out by herself and remember what it was like to be alive on her own.

For too long, being on her own sent her back to when she was trapped. But now she could do it and feel like herself again.

And she was traveling around the world on her own - sometimes she’d buy plane tickets, sometimes she’d sneak into the cargo hold. Sometimes she’d find her way onto a cruise, sometimes she’d get captured by pirates. It didn’t really matter to her. Her hotels were thriving and she could be gone for months at a time without a problem. So she traveled aimlessly, collecting any treasures she’d hear about on the way and ship them back to Dawson or Seattle or whichever Blackjack Hotel was closest.

Having her own specially designated free room in every one of her hotels made life so much easier. Maybe someday she’d share that fact with Scrooge.

But Scrooge was…busy. She’d barely seen him since their second wedding. After his purchase of a volcano that was not filled with diamonds, he’d still managed to find a way to make a profit off the gemstones that were there to make up for the wasted time and effort. But then he went back to work like he’d never done before.

According to him, he was closer than ever before to becoming the richest duck in the world. He wanted to focus and make sure he got there sooner rather than later.

So…yeah. She hadn’t spoken to him in almost a year.

Ten months without seeing Scrooge wasn’t that long, they’d certainly been separated for longer. But she still felt this annoying headache behind her eyes when she went on a particularly successful adventure on her own. A little headache that wondered if Scrooge would’ve made her trip more fun, or if he would’ve been impressed by her adventuring skills.

And her skills on this particular adventure were especially impressive. She'd scaled down into a deep crevasse, barely any light to guide her down, and then fought past several Viking ghosts to get her hands on their treasure!

It probably wouldn’t be the most profitable treasure she'd ever nabbed, but it was certainly noteworthy. If she looked into opening a Blackjack Hotel in Sweden, perhaps it would be good to display in the lobby.

Reluctantly, Goldie did what she knew was the smart thing and didn't open the treasure while she was still several hundred feet below the surface.

She shoved the large treasure chest into her magical bottomless bag and made her way back up top.

It only took a few hours - going up was much harder than coming down - but once her hands and feet touched grass again, Goldie was more than excited to see her prize.

She removed the chest from her bag and quickly went to work on the lock, picking it with an expert ease.

The treasure would probably include Viking gold and silver, not to mention the country had a lot of carnelian stones. She could only imagine the beautiful, intricate designs the ancient Vikings had carved into their gemstones.

With an excited sigh, Goldie finally opened up the chest.

In an instant, she was hit with a powerful, awful smell, and then suddenly everything went black.

---

At seventeen years old, Archibald Duckworth could say with reasonable certainty that his life was not going in the direction he’d expected as a kid.

His father died just before he and his twin brother were born, and his mother only a few years later. He was lucky enough that his father’s brother and sister were able to take care of them for as long as they could.

His mother’s brother, Uncle Albert, was a butler for one of the richest men in the world. His father’s sister, Aunt Bianca, was an au pair working for a wealthy family in England. So he and his brother ended up spending a decent amount of their childhoods in London.

Though Jasper didn’t feel the same way, it was always Archie’s plan that he’d start an apprenticeship when he was old enough. Around the age of seventeen, Duckworth moved away from his aunt and brother and into the mansion of the second richest man in the world so he could learn to become a proper butler like his uncle. The idea of spending the rest of his life as a butler was…weird, but also comforting. He’d always have a nice place to stay and he wouldn’t have to worry about the small stuff. Who could say no to something like that after the childhood he’d had?

Mr. Scrooge McDuck had been welcoming but uninterested in his arrival, a little frustrated at the idea of hiring someone new, but Uncle Albert insisted based on his own age. He was nearing sixty and wouldn’t be able to keep up with Scrooge forever.

Archie thought that was a little weird. Scrooge McDuck was clearly much older than his uncle, so it seemed more likely that he’d die first. For a while, he wondered if his uncle was sick and didn’t want to tell him.

Then one day only a few months later, Mr. McDuck came home looking younger than he did before, and immediately told his two butlers about the youth-restoring treasure he’d recently found. That was the day Archie realized that Scrooge McDuck had no plans to ever die. If he took this job, he’d probably live and work in this same mansion until he took his final breath.

Well…his bed was comfortable and the kitchen was huge, so that didn’t sound so bad.

Still, working for Scrooge McDuck came with a unique set of challenges. The man was prone to mood swings, occasionally violent ones that involved him knocking things off of desks and shelves. He also loved to track mud into the mansion when he returned from a treasure hunt, not paying any attention to where he walked. His home contained hundreds of rooms, and they all needed to be checked at least once a week to make sure there were no magical instruments of torture or Beagle Boys attempting to attack Scrooge in his sleep or spiders thinking they could take up space without paying rent (an actual quote from Mr. McDuck that Archie didn’t know how to react to).

His family was another odd part of the deal - though Archie had never met Scrooge’s parents, he knew they were magically still alive. And his sisters were, too. They were very Scottish and very close and he appreciated their closeness since he never had that with his aunt and uncle or even with his brother. His relatives were kind to look out for him, but they weren’t exactly warm and cuddly.

Still, with all the strangeness in Scrooge McDuck’s life, there was nothing that could’ve prepared Archie for Goldie O’Gilt.

Uncle Albert explained who she was long before they ever met.

“She’s strikingly beautiful with green eyes and blonde hair,” Uncle Albert had said. “And there’s no possible way to know how Mr. McDuck will react to seeing her.”

“Is she his…girlfriend?”

“Yes, but also no. I wouldn’t attempt to label them. Just don’t get in between them and you’ll be fine. And always knock on doors when she’s around.”

“...yes, sir.”

Since he’d never had a girlfriend or a boyfriend of his own, Archie didn’t know if it was appropriate for him to criticize Mr. McDuck’s very odd-sounding relationship with his girlfriend-rival-wife (apparently they’d been married, but not really, but actually yes it was real, but it wasn’t). But still, he didn’t think it sounded very healthy. Based on his uncle’s descriptions, it sounded like she was just using Mr. McDuck for sex and for his money and assets.

But it wasn’t his place to comment, so he didn’t.

Until July 2nd, 1958. Archie found himself unable to sleep and was wandering the halls of McDuck Manor. Scrooge was on a trip on the other side of the country so he and Uncle Albert had just been cleaning and cooking for themselves the past few days. It was really, really nice. Mr. McDuck wasn’t a lot of work, especially since he spent most of his time out of the house, but it was nice to not have to wait on anyone.

It was around three in the morning when there was a knock on the front door.

Archie glanced at the door curiously - if it was Mr. McDuck returning early, he would’ve just let himself in. If it was a criminal, they also would’ve just let themselves in. So…who could it be?

Hesitantly, he reached for the door and opened it up, fully prepared for something weird or dangerous to be on the other side. And to a certain degree, he was correct. But she didn’t seem particularly dangerous at that moment.

“...can I help you?” Archie asked, glad that the lights on the porch turned on automatically when someone opened the door.

Goldie O’Gilt stood there, wobbling significantly. Her hair was a mess and her clothes were dirty and torn up and her eyes were noticeably unable to focus.

If Archie had to guess, he would say she was completely intoxicated.

“Who’re you?” Goldie asked, a laughable slur to her voice.

“I’m, um…” He paused, considering how much personal information he was comfortable sharing with this woman. “You can call me Duckworth. I work for Mr. McDuck.”

Goldie stared at him for a minute and then let out a laugh, which quickly turned into a cough. “You’re not a duck.”

Archie grimaced at the sound of her cough and tried to figure out what he should do with her. With a slight hint of sadistic curiosity, he decided to ask a question he already knew the answer to. “So, uh…you’re Mrs. McDuck, right?”

Her reaction was louder than he expected - at the sound of that name, Goldie burst out laughing and fell to her knees when she was no longer able to hold herself up. “Mrs. McDuck…ha, HA! Oh, God, my stomach…” She was laughing and slurring and her hair was falling all around her face. “I need to…I need to see Scrooge. Where is he? Wake him up.”

He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Mr. McDuck isn’t here right now.”

“Of course he’s not -” Goldie started, but she cut herself off with some dry heaving. “He’s never around when I…when I need him to be.”

Archie glanced behind him, happy to see that his uncle had awoken to find out what was going on. He shrugged at the more experienced man, hoping he’d have a solution to this problem.

Quackmore rubbed a hand against his forehead before walking over. “Miss O’Gilt, hello. Why don’t we get you inside, hm?”

“Quackmore! There’s a famil…familia…familiar face,” Goldie mumbled.

The two dogs grabbed her arms to pull her inside - Quackmore closing the door behind them with his foot. They started towards the living room, knowing full well there was no way they’d be getting her up the stairs in her current condition.

“Where’re you taking me?” Goldie asked with a slur, her head drooping back. “I wanna see Scrooge!”

Quackmore sighed as they made it to the living room. “Mr. McDuck is on a trip. He’ll be back in the morning.”

“I don’t wanna wait that long!” she grumbled, falling onto the couch with a thud.

The butler and butler-in-training glanced at each other awkwardly, before turning away from Goldie so they could whisper without any chance of her listening in.

“What do we do?” Archie asked quickly. “Is this...normal?”

“No, this is not normal,” Quackmore answered, looking back at Goldie who was breathing heavily and had her eyes closed. “I’m going to call Mr. McDuck at his hotel and hopefully he can come back early.”

“Really?” Archie looked surprised. “I thought he…well, I didn’t think he’d want to cut his trip short. Even for her.”

“Not if she was here to steal something, but…this is different.” Quackmore didn’t know everything about their relationship, though he’d learned a lot over the years and passed the knowledge onto his nephew. But he’d never seen Goldie in such a state. “I can’t imagine what she’s been through that led to…this.”

Archie nodded. “I’ll watch over her while you make the call.”

Quackmore nodded in return. “Excellent, thank you. I shouldn’t be long.”

As his uncle left the room, Archie looked back at Goldie and wondered if she was actually asleep or just so drunk that she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. "Miss O'Gilt…?"

"Mm," she mumbled.

 "Why did you come here?"

Goldie slowly opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. She stayed quiet for a few moments, then turned to look directly at him. "Wanna...I wanna see Scroogey."

Archie rolled his eyes, feeling protective of his employer. "Are you just going to steal from him again?"

She got uncomfortably quiet and they both stared at each other awkwardly. After about ten seconds, Goldie pulled herself up and tried to sit up straight. "Why did you...call me Mrs. McDuck?"

"Excuse me?"

"Did he...tell you to?" Goldie mumbled, getting more unintelligible by the second. "Or were you just...guessin'?"

He took a deep breath, hoping that his curiosity earlier didn't lead to him being yelled at. But he figured he could be honest with this completely intoxicated woman. "I wondered how you would react to it."

Goldie took a few seconds to soak in his response before letting out a hollow laugh. She brought up a hand to wipe at tears that weren't there and lifted her knees so she could lean against her legs. "It's stupid, y'know?"

Archie stood still, though he was intimidated by her more than he wanted to be. "What is?" He half expected her to insult him or Mr. McDuck.

"...all of this," she grumbled, falling onto her back again. "I don't know why I'm here. He won't even want to see me."

Archie raised an eyebrow, surprised by her confession.

"Or maybe he will. I never know if he's really mad or pretend mad and I-" Goldie cut herself off with a coughing fit. "...I don't blame him. I don't...I don't make it easy."

He thought about responding, but wasn't really sure what to say.

Goldie looked at him again. "You've been working here for a long time, Quackmore."

Archie pouted. He didn't really look like his uncle at all, but he supposed in her state of mind it didn't make much of a difference.

"Does he talk about me?"

"Frequently. Especially after one of your adventures."

Goldie breathed out a quick laugh and shook her head. "No, I mean...does he ever talk about me...happily?"

His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Like...like he misses me?" Goldie's cheeks were an even brighter red as she spoke, eyes closed in embarrassment. "Or wishes I was here?"

Archie shuffled his feet, unsure of how to respond. In his limited time working for Mr. McDuck, he had heard the older man talk about his love wistfully. But not near as often as he complained about her. Still, he wasn't sure if that information was private...just because he heard Mr. McDuck talking didn't mean it was his place to share.

Before he could respond, however, the actual Quackmore returned and Archie could just tuck Miss O'Gilt's insecurities into the back of his mind in case the information would ever become useful to him.

"Mr. McDuck is on his way back," Uncle Albert said quietly. "Is she asleep?"

"I don't…" Archie started, but he was cut off by the sound of snoring coming from the couch. "Yes she is."

Uncle Albert loosened his limbs and rubbed the back of his neck. Clearly he was tired of trying to be so stiff and professional. "It's so stressful."

"She seems stress-inducing."

"No, not...well, yes, but…" The older man walked towards a shelf and grabbed an old tartan blanket. "Mr. McDuck tends to get anxious when it comes to...Goldie. He spent a decade thinking she was dead, so it's understandable, but I wish he wouldn't get so wound up."

Archie found this interesting, especially considering how wound up Miss O'Gilt seemed to be about Mr. McDuck. If he had to guess, it sounded like they were at an awkward stage in their relationship where both thought they cared more about them than each other.

If he was being perfectly honest with himself, it sounded like quite the entertaining soap opera.

"Will she be alright here?"

Uncle Albert nodded. "Mr. McDuck will move her if he wants, but he'll be at least five or six hours. She seems comfortable enough."

Archie looked at her again. "If you say so."

"Just grab some aspirin and water and leave it next to her. The only thing worse than a drunk Goldie O'Gilt is a hungover Goldie O'Gilt."

---

Scrooge's heart was hurting.

He'd returned home in record time after hearing that Goldie was an intoxicated mess on his couch, begging to talk to him. He couldn't imagine what had happened, but he was so worried that he couldn't spend another minute in New Stork.

He'd spent the entire plane ride being anxious and distracted, thinking about all the reasons she might have had to do such a thing to herself. Was it an anniversary of something bad? She never told him about the bad things in her life, but Scrooge assumed most of her family and old friends were dead. But then why would she come to his home? Did it have something to do with them? Their relationship?

He racked his brain for hours, trying to think of why July 1st or 2nd could be significant.

Nothing. He came up with absolutely nothing.

Once he arrived home, Scrooge rushed to the living room and felt a shiver run down his spine at the sight of Goldie sprawled on the couch. She looked dirty and haggard and tired and he wanted to know why. He wanted to be able to comfort her somehow.

But he also didn't want to wake her. So Scrooge took a seat on the edge of the couch and watched her sleep, gently tugging some strands of hair out of her face.

Even like this, she was still so beautiful. But it hurt him to know he couldn't help with whatever had her so shaken. If it was demons from the past, all he'd be able to offer is a hug. But if it was someone in the present who was torturing her, Scrooge could really do something about it. He could help.

Scrooge sighed quietly, thinking about how Goldie was too prideful to ever ask for his help. She'd tell him he was being sexist and deal with it herself, probably.

He didn't care what she thought. He'd help her anyway.

Scrooge looked around the room to make sure no one was watching, then leaned down and placed a very gentle kiss on the side of her head. He then sat up, stretched his shoulders, and picked Goldie up bridal-style to carry her upstairs.

---

It was two hours later when Goldie woke up, a rampaging headache and sore throat the only things stopping her from opening her eyes.

She could feel the fluffy mattress underneath and immediately recognized it as Scrooge's. But she had no memory of coming to Scrooge's home. With an internal sigh, Goldie painfully but silently opened her eyes to figure out what time it was.

It wasn't dark. Well, that didn't tell her much.

She turned her head to look at the bedside table next to her. She could see water and medicine and a clock that said it was about ten in the morning. She turned again to see Scrooge sleeping soundly next to her. Why the hell was he still asleep so late?

Not wanting to wake him up, Goldie scooted out of the bed as sneakily as possible. She needed a bathroom. She felt hungover. But she hadn't been drinking, so...why?

As she walked towards the bathroom, she tried to figure out why she was missing time from her memories. She'd always prided herself on being sharp so it was concerning. Where was she yesterday?

Scandinavia. Norway? No, Sweden.

She arrived at the bathroom and saw her face in the mirror, immediately cringing. And not her usual God-damn-I-look-old cringe, but she looked beat up and sore and her hair was an absolute mess. She must've been on an adventure of some sort.

The Viking treasure came back to mind and suddenly all the pieces fell into place. She remembered opening the treasure and being hit with a powerful, disgusting smell. Then...nothing.

And the treasure wasn't in her hands anymore. Either she dropped it in her intoxicated state, or someone took it from her.

Briefly she wondered if Scrooge would've, but he was always hypersensitive about her when she was drunk. Probably had nothing to do with it.

With a shake of her head (that she immediately regretted), Goldie dropped the thoughts and decided to take a shower and leave. She wasn't sure why she was in Scrooge's home, but she didn't need to stay any longer.

---

Archie watched silently as he saw Mr. McDuck's golden-haired lover leaving the Manor, wearing some of Mr. McDuck's clothes. She probably thought her old clothes were done for, but he'd enjoy fixing them back up.

He looked down at the coffee in his hands and thought about all the things he’d witnessed over the past few hours. Mr. McDuck and Miss O'Gilt were certainly a lot more interesting than he'd given them credit for.

As Uncle Albert told him before, they definitely seemed like a mess. But he couldn't deny that he was a little excited to see their relationship progress for however long he worked there.

---

REAL HISTORY FACTS:

- Birka is often regarded as Sweden's oldest town. It was a big Viking trading center

DUCK FRANCHISE REFERENCES:

- Duckworth has a twin brother named Jasper, as mentioned in a DT87 comic - Duckworth and Quackmore and not related to each other in regular canon because they've never existed in the same canon before. So now they're uncle and nephew. It's fine

#ducktales #duckworth #goldie o'gilt #scroldie #Albert Quackmore #scrooge mcduck #running in circles #fic #fics #yes finally duckworth is here and hes a baby #not really a baby but hes young its weird

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Of Quartz I Will

Amethyst You So Much✨ Part 2: Of Quartz I Will

Summary: after 2 years of dating, Spencer decides it's finally time to get Y/N something to match her Amethyst bracelet.

Warnings: fluff, gun violence, shooting tw, Reid's season 5 knee injury, hurt/comfort, emotional smut, body massage, hand jobs, riding, penetrative sex.

word count: 6K

Spencer notices her as she walks in, through the briefing room window, she’s wearing his purple shirt. He wanted to wear that for work today but couldn’t find it anywhere, now he knows why.

“Excuse me,” he says to his group of teammates as they contribute reading case files.

“Hey,” Spencer grabs her attention from the railing beside the briefing room. “I’ve been looking for that shirt everywhere.”

“It’s mine now,” she smiles, setting her things down at her desk for the night. “I’ll buy you a new purple dress shirt.”

“Buy yourself one, I like that one,” he whines.

“Finders keepers, doctor Reid. Either stop leaving your shit on my bedroom floor or move in already.”

Everyone hears it. All eyes are on them as they bicker in the middle of the bullpen, including the team of profilers just beyond the window.

“Okay,” he agrees. “We’ll talk about this later.”

She climbs the stairs quickly, giving him a good morning hug even though it was 9pm. “I love you, that’s why I’m wearing your shirt.”

He smiles against her shoulder as he holds her, “I love you, more so in my shirt.”

When he sits back down at his chair at the round table, everyone is waiting with a raised brow. They want details, they want his opinion, they want to hear him stutter and see him blush like he used to. But he doesn’t.

“Yes, I will be moving in with her. We have people to save,” Spencer reminded them. Avoiding eye contact and flipping through the files.

Derek tugs on his amethyst bracelet, he hasn’t taken it off since he got it, almost 2 years ago. “Are you ever going to get her any other jewellery?”

“When she goes home I’ll show you,” he whispers, still avoiding eye contact as they all gasp. “Keep it cool or I will kill you.”

He keeps an eye on her at her desk, smiling when she looks up to see him. She blows him a kiss and waves softly a few times, but other than that, they don’t talk for the rest of the day.

—

The next time She sees him, he’s in her bed sound asleep as she’s coming home from work. She sits on the edge of the bed and brushes his hair away from his face to wake him up gently, he blinks into the morning sunlight to see her.

“Good morning,” he smiles.

She’s in his pink shirt today. She liked to keep something of his close on bad cases that take him out of town. In this case, out of the country. He was in Canada for a few days, the case was horrific and she had to deal with all the office work in Penelope’s absence.

“Amethyst,” she whispers, it was part of their secret code.

Spencer, being a cunning linguist, he loved anagrams.

They had Amethyst for I miss you, Quartz for of course, and Olive for I love you. It was easier to keep the PDA to a minimum at work, not wanting to sit in a seminar like Derek and Penny about sexual misconduct and hostile work environments.

“Olive,” Spencer replies, pulling her down into the bed so she can cuddle in.

“We can’t stay, there’s another case. JJ told me to bring you in on my way home,” she explains softly. “They need you to go to ER Doctor Barton’s house, in McLean, he got a note saying someone was going to kill his son. So far they’ve also connected him to a few surrogate kills of Hispanic men, they need the speed reader to go through all his recent surgeries.”

He sighs, holding her tightly and snuggling in against her back, “no.”

She laughs, “Spencer, you can read really fast and the faster you read the faster you can come home to me.”

“Fine,” she has perfect logic, he always tells her that. “Are you driving me to the guy's house?”

“Yep, so we can stop for coffee and talk in the car, I really did miss you a lot,” she struggles out of his grasp to turn and face him, opting to hold his face in her hands as she looks at him. He’s exhausted, just like her.

“I missed you too, I’m sorry I was gone so long,” his voice is barely a whisper, “We should take a day off together soon.”

“Yeah,” she smiles wider, completely in love with him. “I’d really like that, maybe we can look at apartments?”

“Apartments?” He repeats the word with a grin, raising his eyebrow softly. “I thought you liked it here?”

“It’s too small, I want to get a cat, if you’re bringing your closet here we’re going to need a bigger one,” she ranted. “And actually, I was thinking if you’re on the same page as me and this is a long-term thing for you too, what if we just got a bigger place and got a mortgage and start a little life outside the FBI, together?”

He’s so in love with her, “get my bag?” Is all he can say.

“What?” She’s so confused, shaking her head softly as she comprehends it.

“On the floor there, grab my bag, please there’s something for you in there,” he points behind her, trapped under her and the blanker so it’s not like he could get it himself.

She gets up, placing the bag on the bed for him as she watches him dig through it for a little box. “Arminius helped me pick this out.”

He had become best friends with the owner of the rock shop, she wasn’t surprised to hear that he had gotten something else from there for him. It made her giggle with excitement, bouncing softly as Spencer sat up and moved his bag out of the way.

But then he got out of bed, he’s in a pair of purple boxers and his hair is a mess and he’s so nervous and she has no idea why until he gets down on one knee.

“I was waiting to do this.”

“Holy shit.”

He nods with a shaky laugh, “yeah, I’m in it long term if you are?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to drive you to work now?” She laughs, unable to stop smiling as the two of them stare hopelessly at each other. She hasn’t even looked at the ring yet, too occupied with the wonderfully happy look on his face.

“Quartz,” is all she can say, flabbergasted as she keeps laughing with a shocked smile.

He takes it from the box and she watches as he slides the most beautiful purple Amethyst ring over her ring finger and then her hands are back on his cheeks. Pulling him into a kiss, she can’t seem to hold him close enough as she breathes in. Holding her breath as she keeps him there.

He pulls away with a laugh, “when are we supposed to be there?”

“Now.”

“Damn,” they’re all giggles.

And it doesn’t stop, she takes off Spencer’s shirt and he puts it on instead, matching it with a vest and a tie while she makes him a coffee and can’t stop smiling as she glances at the ring.

It really only made sense for their engagement to happen in the same place she fell in love with him.

Sure, she liked him a lot when he was getting her rocks and she really wanted to get to know him more after his last note, but it was the bracelet that made her fall in love. He went out of his way to make her smile on what felt like the worst day of her life, and she knew she wanted forever with him from then on out. Now she was going to get it, she was going to be Agent Y/N Reid, and her ring was absolutely perfect.

He catches her taking photos of it in the sunshine when he comes out of the bedroom. She still can’t stop smiling, it’s just so perfect and she’s just so in love with him.

They get muffins from the bakery under her apartment before getting in her car, “where is it?” Spencer asks, playing the role of GPS whenever they drove together.

“120 Kensington Road, McLean Virginia,” she members it clearly.

“Take a right,” Spencer smiles, and she’s off.

She drives with one hand, looking at her ring almost more than the road as Spencer held her other one. She pulled up to the Doctor’s house and he didn’t want to leave. Sighing, he looked at her with puppy dog eyes.

“I will see you when you get home, I’m going to call out after this case is done and you get mandatory 24 hours off for back-to-back cases,” she said, knowing protocol almost better than him. “Go to work.”

“Fine,” he frowns again, getting out of the car and walking around to her door. She rolls the window down and tilts her chin up, leaning out for the kiss he’s waiting to give her.

“Let me know when you’re done, I can come and pick you back up,” she whispers against his lips between kisses.

One last smooch and he pulls away, backing up so he isn’t tempted to stay any longer, “olive.”

“Olive,” she replies with a smile, waving slightly before he disappears behind the door.

She releases a long sigh, melting into the chair as she lets the butterflies swarm around a bit in her stomach, it felt wonderful.

She went home, napped from 10 till 2 and then sat in bed to stare at her beautiful ring for a little while. She couldn’t believe he proposed just like that. All she asked was if he wanted to get a mortgage on a house and she guesses he heard "spend the rest of your life with me."

Sometimes, when Spencer was on a case in Virginia and too busy to keep her updated, she would turn on the police radio and listen to what was going on around in the area. It was good to keep her mind preoccupied and to remind herself that he was safe.

At least that’s what it used to do.

“Shots fired at 120 Kensington Road, McLean Virginia, 10-999, 11-41, all units in the area are requested.”

“10-999, officer down, 11-41, send ambulances,” she whispers to herself, remembering all the dispatch lingo from the office.

She doesn’t have time to panic, she unlocks her safe and grabs her gun, loading it and then she’s out the door, in her car and pulling up behind the sheriff's car as she’s running out.

She tosses her badge up to show the cops as she tries to run onto the scene, “I’m an FBI agent on his team, let me through!”

She slides her knees along the grass, surely ruining her jeans as she dives for him. She places a hand on his bloody knee and looks everywhere else, “are you okay? Are you good? Holy shit, Spence?”

Her breathing is so heavy, she clutches her chest with her left hand and tries to calm down as he looks up at her and they breathe in and out a few times without breaking eye contact. He’s completely fine, there’s just a bullet in his knee, he assures her.

“I’m fine,” he laughs lightly, wincing at the pain as he leans forward to kiss her gently.

She’s there only 2 minutes before Derek, JJ and Rossi are pulling up on the scene. Everyone huddled around them on the grass as the EMTs bandaged his knee up before taking him to the ambulance.

“You need to call Emily,” Spencer speaks over everyone, “something happened to Hotch, I’m fine here with Y/N, just go see him.”

He was always going to be fine with her, that was for sure. She never left his side, except when they took him in for surgery and forced her back into the waiting room. But as soon as he was okay again, his hand was in hers.

—

He was given a month off after his knee surgery, but he still ended up in the office most nights. Becoming more of a night owl than usual as he accompanied his fiancé to her desk and sat beside her as she did her work. It was really nice to spend time with her and not have to do anything.

Of course, he filled his time by going over other case files, things they weren’t able to get to as a team and things that didn’t fit the criteria of the BAU. He made phone calls and sent emails, helping small-town cops make simple connections and doing more good that way.

He sat at her desk, his leg resting over her lap as she made a few phone calls. Handing the background of the cases, filing off invoices and approvals. Dispatching units and requesting files and overrides from other departments. She was amazing.

She hangs up the phone, finally, after 45 minutes of rolling her eyes and sighing as she was transferred from office to office all around America. She places her hand on his leg and absentmindedly runs her hand along his shin, staring off at the desk, silently.

“Are you okay?”

She nods, “do you think you’re healed enough to start looking at places?”

He nods back, “actually, I already found one. Hold on,” he slides his leg off her lap and stands with his crutches, hobbling over to his desk where he looks through his files for a new folder.

When he comes back to her, he places the folder in her hands, “forever homes,” is listed on the tag and he sees her heart melt in her eyes. She opens the folder as he sits down, there are about 15 pages of house and apartment listings printed off.

“When did you do all this?” She whispered, shocked and not wanting to cry at work.

“Before I got shot, I was on the phone with Penelope and I asked her to help me find some, she printed off like 50 and I selected the good ones, but there’s more if you don’t like an-“

“Babe,” she cut the rant short, “I’m sure I’ll love any of them, as long as they come with you.”

He pulls a specific sheet from the pile, “this one is my favourite.”

She can see why, it’s a large, green exterior, Victorian home. There’s a turret and a porch, large windows with a bench seat in the kitchen. A garage, 4 bedrooms, a finished basement, a study and a pretty nice backyard.

“It’s a bit of a fixer-upper, but Derek said he’s willing to help teach me how to fix some stuff,” Spencer pressed his lips together awkwardly. He really wanted this on.

“Let’s get a Realtor and set up a walk-through,” she agreed, “and we should bring Derek because he’ll know more than most inspectors anyway. I don’t want to get a place with a cracked foundation or a faulty water heater.”

He smiled again, “remember last week when I had that extra appointment?”

She tilted her head, “no, there is no way you’ve already been there to check it out without me.”

“And I put an offer in, but I was waiting for your approval,” he adds, nervous for her to hate it.

“With what money? I thought we were doing this together?” He’s not sure why she’s upset, normally she loves his surprises.

“When I sold my moms house, I invested the money and it’s been gaining interest for years now,” his voice is soft, “I got through college with scholarships and if I was ever down on money I just had to go to one casino and I always leave with two grand, minimum, I promise, I’m really in this for the long run. I know what I'm doing.”

She smiles, picking up the listing and calling the agency. “Hi this is Y/N Y/L/N calling, my fiancé, Doctor Spencer Reid, recently put an offer in on the listing for 247 Chestnut Drive, I’d love to come and see it soon and take some measurements and things. If you could call me back…”

Spencer is so in love with her it hurts. He wants to scream right then and there, like a kettle on a hot stove for too long, he’s bursting at the seams. She hangs up the phone with the best smile he’s ever seen, “I’m going home early, cause I’m sick, care to join me?”

She stands then, putting her hand out for him so he could stand with her help. “Quartz,” he replies, taking her hand and stands, she gathers their things and she clocks out. No one really cared about all her sick days, she did her job well and they wanted the good doctor to be taken care of.

When he finally gets to show her the inside of the house, she is so in love with it. The hardwood is all original, same with the railings, shelves, banisters and countertops. They're all rustic and beautiful, she can’t help but run her finger over everything as she looks around with an open mouth. X

The kitchen cabinets are green, there is a beautiful colourful wallpaper as a backsplash… and it’s completely empty. It was a remodel, some house flippers did it up and didn’t want to stay. It was made more modern, updated appliances and every safety protocol met. It was perfect.

She turned to him with a smile after only 5 minutes of looking, “this is it.”

“Good,” the women showing them around said, “because your offer was approved, with your say so I can get everything started with escrow.”

“Holy shit!” Y/N cheered, jumping a bit and showing off while Spencer just leaned on his crutch. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his cheek a few times.

“You can start that paperwork,” Spencer smiled, holding her back with his face in the crook of her neck.

—

The hardest part of moving is transporting all of Spencer’s books from one home to another. It's at least 30 boxes of books and Derek will be faxing his chiropractor bill to Spencer within the week.

His office here was huge, floor-to-ceiling oak shelves and green walls, full of all his books and belongings now. It was his own space in the house he shared with his future wife.

It felt crazy to him.

She used to just be the cute girl in the office, he can remember the exact moment he laid eyes on her. She was walking around aimlessly with some files in her hands when he turned around at his desk. She looked lost, overwhelmed and like she was about to have a breakdown.

She looked at him with the same fear he felt on his first day, he took the file from her and knew exactly where it was meant to go. She followed behind him, quiet as a mouse as he placed it in a folder by the wall under a sign that said "Anderson."

He turned with a press-lipped smile and a nod and then they went their separate ways. Silent conversations became their thing, the only time he really heard her voice was when she called him in in the middle of the night or when he heard her on the phone.

Other than that; she smiled when they passed each other, she’d tap her watch when he needed to be doing something Hotch asked for and was preoccupied with something else, she even knew exactly what he was looking for by just observing his chaos. Always able to pull a sheet of paper from the bottom of the stack with ease, and always silently, until that one day she said sorry to him after slamming the phone.

Now he knows that she talks in her sleep, she likes to go over her plans out loud in the shower every morning, and she sings all day long. Be it little tunes, hums, random tongue clicks or whistling, she’s always making noise. His favourite, however, was when sometimes she’d remember something she was trying to remember during a conversation they had, 4 days prior, and she’d scream it out like he knows what she’s thinking every second of every day.

He was in love with her voice, he never wanted to stop hearing it.

He was in love with her face, he never wanted to stop seeing it.

He was in love with her body, he never wanted to stop touching it.

He was in love with her mind, he never wanted to stop exploring it.

All those thoughts rushing to his brain and rushing a new form of butterflies for him. Like anxiety, but happier. Like he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with her. It was anticipation rather than fear.

She really was it for him, and as he unboxed his life into the house they were about to share for the upcoming future, it all became very real. This was how the rest of his forever was going to look with her. All their memories from here on out were going to take place in this house, in these rooms.

When he picked this house, it was just a fun idea, and now he looks at the hardwood floors and thinks about how wet baby feet are going to sound during bath time. He wonders how many times the creaky steps are going to let him know she’s coming up to bed, he wonders what screaming matches and fights and love-making will happen beyond the bedroom door across from his study.

He wonders if she’s going to love him as long as he wants to love her.

He opens his study door then, “Hey, babe?”

“Yeah?” She calls up from the bottom of the stairs.

“Can you come up here?”

She marches up the stairs, still not used to the creaky staircase or the length of stairs she had to climb, soon enough, she’s on the second floor and walking into his study, “what’s up?”

He doesn’t know how to ask, he doesn’t even really know what he wants actually. He just missed her, and she was only just downstairs.

“Can I have a hug?”

It comes out more pathetic than he predicted, cringing at the embarrassment as he shrunk into the couch.

“Quartz,” her voice is soft as she approaches him.

Sitting on the brown leather couch that was once in his apartment, she wraps her arms around him and he holds her back softly.

Resting his head on her shoulder, he just wants to hold her for a while. Eventually, they end up laying down with her on his chest, still holding each other as silent as they were in the beginning.

“I love you,” Spencer whispers against her hair.

She snuggles in more, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder softly, “I love you, too, are you okay?”

He nods softly, “I was just thinking about everything and I wanted to hold you.”

She swoons, “do you remember the first night we cuddled like this?”

He nods again, brushing his chin against her head each time, “it all feels like history repeating like it’s supposed to be this way for us.”

“I like to think so,” she agreed. “I actually think you’re my twin flame.”

He hums, thinking about it, “I’m not sure I know what that means.”

“So soulmates are kind of like mirror souls, they are exactly everything that the other needs and they fill the missing parts for each other." She explains softly and he can already tell where her rant is going.

"I don’t think that’s us because we are too similar; sometimes we butt heads and don’t see eye-to-eye, and you drive me crazy a lot of the time because we have the same anxiety and daddy issues, but it’s also because you do things I think about doing and then I can’t do them because they're done already and they’re my calm down things so then I have nothing to calm down with, like yesterday-“

“Babe,” he whispers, “I know, we finish each other’s sandwiches, that’s what your niece said when she saw us together.”

It makes her smile and he can feel her cheekbone against his chest, “twin flames are what happens when one soul is ripped in half and sent to two bodies. They’re capable of surviving separately, as long as they have the right kindling, but they burn brighter together.”

“People sometimes think fire is living because it consumes and uses energy, requires oxygen, and moves through the environment,” Spencer says softly, “have you ever seen something catch fire on both ends?”

“Yeah, a few times, why?”

“It’s never about burning the item entirely, both fires are only concerned with connecting to each other for mass destruction. They always burn in the strangest patterns, but they always connect first before devouring the victim.”

She sits up to look at him, “are you saying I devoured you?”

“That would be de-flowered,” he teases, “but no, I’m saying it makes sense. We really have been burning through everything to find each other.”

“I cannot believe you just said I de-flowered you before the most beautiful thing you’ve ever said,” she laughs, “and it was a mutual de-flowering, might I remind you.”

“I will never forget,” he coos, leaning forward and pressing his lips against hers.

She pushes him back against the couch, it’s been forever since they’ve really done anything. With moving, Spencer’s recovery, her working nights and sleeping all day. It hasn’t been rewarding in a long time, it’s just been enjoyable.

“No,” he whispers as she starts to trail kisses down his neck. “I’m not having sex on the couch the first time we do it in the house.”

She laughs against his neck, pushing herself off the couch and extending a hand to him, “did the doctor even say you can yet?”

“I can’t do all the work, but I can give a second opinion?” He couldn’t stop the grin on his face as she hauled him to his feet.

“Let me heal you,” she whispers, and he knows exactly what she means.

She lays him down on their bed, on top of the covers with no clothes on as she gathers her things. She closes the blinds, turns on her amber lamp, and lights her candles. But his favourite thing that she adds is the sound therapy… helping the water in his body vibrate at the right frequency to calm him completely. She’s going all out for this one.

Much like the first time.

She’s naked too, both of them completely unfazed by each other’s naked form by now. She sits between his legs with all her chakra stones in her hands and she sets them down on his stomach before arranging them in order where they’re supposed to help on his body.

The Amethyst is just above his head for his crown chakra, touching his scalp gently. He closes his eyes as she places a Lapis Lazuli on his third eye, in the centre of his forehead. An Aquamarine on his throat. Rose Quartz on his heart, Tiger’s Eye on his solar plexus, Pyrite on his belly button and finally, Fire Agate at his core.

He always felt so totally relaxed like this, even the first time she ever laid him down like this. He was so calm, he knew he was in good hands and seeing her bless the room made him feel even better.

“Only good may enter here,” the words she repeats every full moon when she opens the windows and blessed the whole house. Keeping them safe, happy, healthy and loved.

She kissed the scar on his knee, causing him to open his one eye to see her. She was laying between his legs now, head resting on his hip as she lightly ran her fingers over his knee, ticking the skin where he finally had feeling again. It took forever for the numbness to go away, even longer for the pain. But she was so patient with him the whole time, taking the best care of him.

She doesn’t mind that he’s hard, she’s very close to his dick as it rests on his stomach beside the crystal.

She kisses his hip, inching each kiss over until she’s pressing one right to the shaft of his dick and he takes a deep breath. Knowing she’ll stop if he forgets how to do the breathing exercises she showed him. He wasn’t allowed to tense his body, this was about pleasure and there was no rush.

For either of them.

He’s done this for her a few times over the years too, just as slow and sensual as she was being. It was calming, rewarding, they bonded with each other and really felt like one being this way.

He heard a cap open, but he was so used to it by now that it filled him with contentment rather than excitement. He remembers the first time she said she wanted to do this, getting some skin-safe, homemade, vegan massage lube and almost turning inside out with how awkward she was asking to do this for their first time.

She sat on her knees between his legs with a small bounce as she got excited about her favourite part. She sat with the bottle resting between her thighs, warming up while she ran some of it over her hands. She massaged his thighs first, getting all the knots and making sure there was no “Charlie's on any horses”, the first time she said that he almost cried laughing and ruined the mood for a little.

She took the rocks off him then, sitting more on his hips as she drizzled the warm oil on his chest. He let his hands rest on her knees, wanting to feel her skin while she felt his. Her hands felt like magic, running over his chest, arms and shoulders like this was her job. She knew every crook, every cranny, every pressure point and soft tissue on him. His body was just as much her’s now.

It's when she presses her body flat against his that he knows the mood is changing. Her breasts are flat against his chest, her hands are behind his head as she looks down at him, her groin pressed right against him as he aches for contact, grinding up into her slowly as she stares into his eyes.

“Better?” She whispered with a small smile, already feeling how much calmer he was, she just wanted confirmation.

“Much,” he’s just as quiet in his reply. “If I don’t bend that knee, it’ll be fine.”

“I don’t mind doing all the work, baby,” she kisses him quickly, “I know you like it more like this anyway.”

She slithers down his body then, his body slick with oil as she easily glides down and creating the most wonderful amount of friction with him. He groans, tossing his head back against the Amethyst on his scalp.

She sits on his good thigh, avoiding pressure with his bad knee like he was an old man now. She makes contact with the only part she didn’t message, adding more of the massage lube to her hand before lazily jerking him off. He keeps a hand on her thigh, groping and managing her right back as she kept a perfect rhythm.

She occasionally grinds against his thigh, mostly when he moans and groans. Extremely turned on by him having a good time, proud of herself for relaxing him, always complaining that he was too tense, she really knew how to release the pressure.

Just as she gets into it, the calming sounds of rain and high-pitched frequencies come to an end… Rhiannon starts playing and he literally watches her come alive; changing her rhythm to match the beat as she starts to grind against him more, she only added his song to the queue, somehow an hour had passed and her music was resuming.

And when Spencer said she was eclectic, he meant she could go from listening to a rare Canadian band called the Tragically Hip, to Kanye West, Taylor Swift, Evanescence and back to Fleetwood Mac. He had no idea where the mood was about to go.

He moved his hand up her thigh as he tried to power through the pleasure, her hand was so amazing he was bubbling away under his skin. He manages to get his middle finger between his leg and her, massaging her clit as she bucked her hips down on him.

Mutual pleasure in any sense was enough for them, seeing the other being perfectly content after everything they went through; it was euphoric. She leans up then and kisses him desperately, unable to stop stroking him as she sucked his tongue into her mouth.

She smiles against his mouth as the song changes again, it’s the song from the ending of Dirty Dancing, he knows how much she loves that movie. Her kisses get softer, she’s so gentle as she strokes him just a few more times before throwing a leg over his hips and lowering herself onto him in one go. Bottoming out faster than before, both of them making the same moan as they curled forward for each other, mouths clashing as they held onto each other.

Grinding together, Spencer kept a hand on her to help her ride as she was preoccupied with her hands in his hair and kissing his neck as they moved in tandem. It was so good, he was incredibly close but he wanted to hold off as long as possible to feel her finish first.

His ultimate pleasure was knowing she was pleasured, he massaged her clit once more between their bodies and she shuttered, “right there,” her words are small as she kisses under his ear, tugging his hair softly as he moans so she can lick at his neck as she moves her hips up and down, gloriously.

He can’t keep his eyes open, everything is too much and he’s so relaxed; it’s like his body is floating on a cloud as she rides him like they’re actually in heaven. He was really having the time of his life and it made him smile at the end of the whimper he released as she tightened around him suddenly and on purpose.

She moves faster, and so does his wrist as he helps her over the edge first. She’s panting in his ear as she rides him with purpose. She cums with a gasp and then he’s gone, her whole body stuttering as she let out the most relaxed and uncontrollable moan he’s ever heard from her.

His grip on her ass tightens as he holds her hips down, he cums with a gasp and it’s so powerful he passes out.

—

He’s so cute when he sleeps.

She’s got him all cleaned up, everything put away and where it’s supposed to be in their new room. She just lays beside him as she watches him nap, blissed out and relaxed, she doesn’t even care that it’s such a typical guy thing to fall asleep right after.

That was kind of her mission.

He’s been so stressed, he wasn’t going to tell her because he didn’t want his stress to become her stress like it so often did. Feeding off each other like a fire, he really knew how to give a phrase to a feeling. But he was stressed because he was in pain from his knee and no matter how much he lied and said he was fine, she knew he wanted to relieve the pain but he was afraid of even taking a Tylenol.

This is the most relaxed he’s been in months.

She ordered a pizza while he was asleep, it arrived before he woke up too. She sets the pizza box, 2 bottles of pop and a roll of napkins at the end of the bed, gently, before getting back into her spot.

She brushed his hair from his face and kissed the tip of his nose gently, seeing him scrunch his face and swallow before blinking awake. She smiled at him, “Hi, sleepyhead.”

“Hello, beautiful.”

“I ordered pizza,” she whispers.

“Olive,” he replies.

“Well yeah,” it makes her giggle but she has to say it, “I got our regular green olives, mushrooms and extra cheese.”

He laughs too, extra happy after both the sex and his nap. “I love you,” he says the full thing this time.

She presses another kiss to his lips before hauling him into a sitting position, “I love you, too.”

It’s the best night of her life so far.

the house

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hearing it all ~ spencer reid;criminal minds

word count: 1655

request: no

description: after being shot and left in critical condition, she hears her colleague admit his feelings for her

pairing: spencer reid x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence

masterlist (one, two)

Spencer had to keep reminding himself that they had no idea they were sending (Y/N) to the unsub’s house as he rushed to the hospital. They thought he was just a witness, not a suspect. They had no idea he was the one they were looking for, that they were sending (Y/N) into a dangerous place without backup or any warning.

Someone should’ve went with her, he thought. I should’ve went with her. She shouldn’t have been alone.

They were working a case and (Y/N) volunteered to go talk to someone they believed was a witness. She had been gone for a short period of time when Garcia alerted the team that the “witness” had actually matched the profile they had placed on the unsub, down to the T, and he was likely the person they were looking for.

Hotch immediately tried to get in contact with (Y/N). Her phone rang for a while before going to voicemail. He immediately called her back and she answered after a few rings.

“Hey, sorry I’m at the witness’ house now,” she answered. “What’s going on? Do you have a match?”

“(Y/N), I need you to act calm and act as though I’m telling you something important about the case.”

“Okay.”

“(Y/N), are you in the house?”

“Yes.”

“Is the witness near?”

“Not at the moment.”

“I need you to get out of there if you can. He isn’t just a witness, he’s an unsub.”

There was a moment of silence on (Y/N)’s end and Spencer found himself holding his breath as he waited for her response.

“Yes sir. I will be back in just a moment.”

“Keep your phone on until you’ve reached the car. Try to stay calm. Don’t give him any indications that you know,” Hotch told her.

“Yes sir.”

There was a muffled voice in the background that they couldn’t quite make out what was said. (Y/N)’s voice was more clear as she responded, “No thank you! I have to go actually, that was our unit chief. Sorry to have bothered you, but someone else will probably be by later to - ”

A shot rang out, causing Spencer, Hotch, and Garcia to jump.

“(Y/N)?” Hotch said. “(Y/N), can you hear me? (Y/N)!”

The line went dead. Hotch immediately called Morgan and Prentiss, who had already been on their way to the unsub’s house. Everything seemed to blur for Spencer. His heart was racing in fear. Every second that ticked by seemed like an hour.

Finally, Hotch turned back to him and Garcia. “Morgan and Prentiss made it on time. (Y/N) is on the way to the hospital.”

That’s how Spencer found himself rushing to the hospital to check on (Y/N). Prentiss was waiting as he walked in, and stood to greet him.

“The doctors are with her now,” she answered his unasked question. “She lost a lot of blood, but we got there in time.”

Spencer nodded, although he didn’t exactly feel confident. He needed to see (Y/N) for himself, to know from his own eyes.

They waited together for a long time. Spencer watched the time tick away on a nearby clock, his unease growing with every second that passed.

He and Prentiss were out of their chairs quickly when the doctor tending to (Y/N) came from the ICU. “Are you the agents that were with Agent (Y/L/N) when she came in?”

“I was,” Prentiss confirmed. “How is she?”

“She’s still down, but she’s stable,” the doctor explained. “She lost a lot of blood, but we were able to stitch up the wound in time. She needs her rest, but if one of you would like to stay with her until she wakes up we would greatly encourage it.”

“Can we see her?” Spencer asked.

“You can. She’s in the first room on your right.”

Spencer was moving before the doctor had finished talking. He rounded the corner and stopped when his eyes landed on (Y/N). She looked so pale, any color in her face almost completely gone. He could’ve mistaken her for a corpse if he didn’t know she was okay.

He went to her side and sat in the chair next to her bed. He took one of her cold hands between his own and held it tightly.

“You really care for her, don’t you?” Prentiss asked, stood in the hospital room doorway.

“More than she’ll ever know,” Spencer responded.

“Reid, why haven’t you ever told her how you feel?”

Spencer shook his head. “It’s not that easy, Emily. We work together, and I know that basically means nothing now, but it’s still something I worry about. If she doesn’t have the same feelings for me that jeopardizes our work partnership.”

“You don’t think she’d have the same feelings?”

“That’s the thing, I tend to have even the smallest inkling on most things, but for this I have no idea.”

Prentiss put a hand on Spencer’s shoulder and he managed to tear his gaze from (Y/N) to look at her. “You’ll never know if you don’t try.”

He didn’t have a response to that. Instead, he turned his attention back to (Y/N), wishing he could believe what Prentiss was saying.

~~~~~~

(Y/N) was out for only a day. Spencer opted to stay with her the whole time as her parents lived out of town. He tried his hardest to stay awake so he could make sure she was okay, but his eyes grew heavy and he eventually fell asleep.

He was awoken by the feeling of a hand gently caressing his face and a soft voice saying his name. He lifted his head to see (Y/N)’s eyes looking back into his own.

“You’re awake,” he said, smiling up at her. “How are you feeling?”

“In pain,” she admitted. “Was the unsub caught?”

“Yeah, Morgan got him. (Y/N), I’m so sorry we sent you there alone.”

“You guys had no idea, and I offered to go alone. Don’t beat yourself up over it. I’m fine, aren’t I?”

Spencer nodded, grateful that she was okay.

He noticed then that he was still holding her hand, but now their hands were laced together. He pulled his hand away, with a little resistance from (Y/N). She furrowed her brows together in confusion at this.

“Sorry,” Spencer mumbled.

“Why are you sorry?” she asked.

“It was inappropriate of me to hold you hand like that. I was just worried about you, I wasn’t thinking straight - ”

“Spencer, you can hold my hand. There’s nothing wrong with it, it’s an innocent gesture.”

Spencer sat back in his seat, longing to reach out and take (Y/N)’s hand again, but he knew it was wrong.

“Is it because you have feelings for me?”

His head shot up so quick that he almost felt dizzy. “Wh-what?”

She smiled slightly at him. “I heard you and Prentiss talking when you first came in. I’ve been in and out of consciousness for the past 24 hours, and that just happened to be one of the times I was conscious.”

Spencer’s face turned a light shade of pink as he tried to think of something to say. It was obviously too late to try and come up with some sort of excuse or tell (Y/N) that she had been dreaming. There had to be some way to get out of it, he knew there had to be.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” she asked before he could say anything. “If I hadn’t heard you, would you have told me when I woke up?”

He shrugged. “I don’t think so. I was honestly too afraid of what your reaction might’ve been.”

“What if it would’ve been a good reaction?”

Spencer looked back at his hands. “I didn’t want to seem too optimistic.”

There was a brief moment of silence before (Y/N) said, “Spencer, look at me.” He lifted his head to look into her eyes. “You downplay yourself so much. I wish you could see how amazing of a person you are and that any girl would be lucky to have you as theirs, even me.”

He smiled at this. “I think anyone would be lucky to call you theirs.”

“Well...do you think luck is on our side?”

“What do you mean?”

(Y/N) nearly rolled her eyes as she sighed and tried to sit up. Spencer quickly stood from his chair and helped her to sit up. She cupped his face in her hands and brought him closer until their lips collided. The gesture took Spencer by surprise and, without thinking, he pulled away.

“I’m sorry,” (Y/N) said, a concerned look on her face. “I...I just thought - ”

He cut her off by pressing his lips against hers again. He ran his hands through her hair as her soft hands held his face in place against hers.

Someone clearing their throat brought the two of them out of their moment. They turned to see (Y/N)’s doctor stood at the door, a knowing smile on his face. “(Y/N), it’s good to see that you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“Like I was shot,” (Y/N) responded. “Other than that, pretty good.”

The doctor chuckled and entered the room. “I’d just like to go over some things with you and make sure everything is alright before we make the decision as to letting you go.”

“I’m gonna go call Hotch and let him know you’re awake,” Spencer told her.

(Y/N) smiled up at him in a dreamy way that Spencer could get used to seeing. “Come back right after?”

“Of course.”

He gave her hand a slight squeeze before walking out into the hallway, a bigger smile on his face and a bit of a pep in his step.

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