#i giffed the first one last night but it didn't fit the set. but i rlly like the shot so

[matrixbearer2024]

Enough With The Schemes!

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Ngl I kinda had this in my drafts just because I didn't know how it'd ever fit into the story but I decided to fix it up and post it after @vespers-night-sky's fanart for the "Get Off My Screen" Series- the direct continuation and reader's death is in the works folks, I've just been trying to figure out the pacing ahsojskqjds- I am not gonna be a Hazbin Hotel episode jkjkjk Anyway, thank you thank you THANK YOU ALL for the support with the series and think of these little things as filler episodes before the big reveal. Anyways, as usual- happy reading and I hope you all enjoy! The series in it's entirety can be found on my blog under the #Get Off My Screen Series

You didn't know how much more of Vox's shenanigans you could take.

First it had been the wallpaper war-

Until now you couldn't stop his face from being a permanent fixture to your devices-

But it was fine, he could have that!

You lamented over not having [Favorite Fictional Character Name] in your backgrounds anymore but you know what it was fineeeee-

You honestly couldn't tell if having his glitchy grinning face was an upgrade or cringe central.

Then he figured out how to absolutely lag out your computer at some point.

You seriously wanted to punch his monitor head from frustration because of it.

Especially when he had the nerve to laugh at your irritation-

This asshole-!

Now, he was absolutely blowing up your phone and devices with memes or just anything under the sun.

Not that messing with the notification settings would help-

Because somehow he'd figured out how to completely bypass those too.

If this was why that Alastor guy and Vox had a tiff you could practically relate.

Your phone just continued to buzz and vibrate on the table next to you.

Not that you could be fucked with it at the moment trying to cram a paper your professor assigned last BLOODY MINUTE!

That was of course until the Vox desktop companion grabbed the cursor and just didn't let you have it back.

As much as you tried, the darn thing only emoted angrily and refused to give you back the damn arrow.

Your eye twitched as you tried to maintain your cool, only to get up from the desk and scream obscenities to no one in particular.

The day had been a particularly bad one and you really just couldn't deal with Vox's bullshit right now.

"Helloooooo! HELLOOOOOOO?! Earth to (Y/N)! Pick up your fucking phone!!!"

Oh for the love of god he better not have changed your ringtone too-

You rubbed your face in an attempt to calm down before finally checking your phone.

Honestly you expected it to be something really stupid, but seeing what his messages were about made you feel slightly guilty for ignoring him the whole day.

Vox grew used to the routine you both had, so it was no surprise that your sudden inactivity drove his anxiety up the walls.

Poor guy thought of all the worst possible cases that could've happened to you-

He'd greet you in the morning and you would always reply afterwards while eating breakfast.

Save for the times you'd gotten sick or just felt under the weather.

After all, you had classes in the morning and he had broadcasts to air.

You also hated being tardy, similar to how he saw punctuality as something extremely important.

The two of you would intermittently chat within the day and tell each other if you had work to do so you both could leave each other alone for a designated time.

Vox often didn't adhere to this, but he'd always keep his distractions to a minimum if you asked.

Actually neither did you, sometimes you'd be the one spam sending him anything you could think of just to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Then you would wish him a good night's rest and he would eventually reply back with a silly gif or emoji that bode you the same.

He just grew used to it, the familiarity of your companionship in his monotonous day to day.

So whenever something fell apart in the routine you both had, Vox couldn't help but worry that something happened to you.

Whether you'd gotten sick or just anything worse-

It didn't sit well with him when you didn't reply to his morning message like you often did.

Constantly checking his phone for any updates from you to find nothing.

Zilch, none, zero.

The worrying feeling only grew as time ticked onwards.

Even at your busiest you would still shoot him a memo saying that you were.

Which only made this radio silence-

Haha see what I did there-

Worse than it really was.

So what did Vox do?

Absolutely blow up your phone and devices trying to get your attention.

Only when he realized you were doing something on your laptop did he let the desktop companion he made for you interfere.

Not that he even really understood what he'd stuck his hands into.

"What the hell even happened to you today? You didn't even reply to any of my fucking messages! I thought something happened to you!"

"Well SORRY I couldn't reply to your terminally online ass. I was busy dealing with my shitty assignment workload."

The TV overlord quickly picked up that you weren't in a pleasant mood.

The way you typed was just a dead giveaway.

Glancing up at his schedule, Vox notified his secretary to cancel a few of his meetings before he replied to you.

"Anything I can help you with? I'm free for a good few hours."

You were taken aback by his offer, every time Vox would help you he didn't even bother asking.

He just straight up started editing whatever you were working on no matter what you said.

Who was this guy and what did he do with Vox-

"You aren't trying to bullshit me are you? Cuz I'm not in the mood."

"I can tell dollface, let me guess- your shitty professor again?"

You ended up ranting about the abruptly given assignment and just a bunch of other things that slowly ruined your day.

Vox just agreed with you here and there, shooting one word replies or emojis to show he was still listening.

All the while he made the desktop companion let go of your cursor and he looked over your work.

Wow your writing was still absolutely shit-

"So now I've gotta submit this fucking paper before midnight or I'll get a 40% deduction."

"Don't worry about it, we can finish this in an hour. Anything else?"

It was an economics paper you were struggling on and this was Vox you were talking to.

You shouldn't have been surprised that he already knew his way around the topic.

You glanced up from your phone and already saw him editing your essay.

Why didn't you just ask him for help sooner??

"I think I can handle the rest. Thanks anyway, mind if I put on some music while I write?"

"As long as I get to pick some of the songs."

"Deal."

It shouldn't have done anything really.

You shouldn't be having this funny feeling in your gut.

A fuzzy warmth that bloomed because Vox was so quick to drop everything and help you.

Even if it was just something minor like your paper.

Still, you couldn't help but smile as you put on some relaxing tunes and typed away alongside your favorite digital companion.

Just like that, you both melted back into the usual cycle of talking and working.

A casual harmony that you were more than happy to just live in for the moment.

BONUS:

Both you and Vox were just casually chatting by the time his secretary called him away for the scheduled broadcast.

Of course, you wished you could see what he was actually doing but stopped before you could say so.

Instead you just wished Vox well in the broadcast.

"Of course doll, and you know me! I'll be just fine."

Well, his broadcast was going fine-

Until his screen suddenly glitched and randomly played a tune from your playlist.

Had he forgotten to unlink himself from your devices?

It took a few seconds for Vox to compose himself but his show thankfully went on without another hitch.

You on the other hand?

You were just having a personal concert in your room to unwind while waiting for Vox to come back.

So it came as a surprise when the song you played randomly paused and made the Bluetooth disconnect sound.

You didn't connect it to anything-?

Though your questions were eventually answered when Vox blew up your phone again.

This time you couldn't help but laugh.

You were friends with a demonic overlord sure-

But it was hard to fear him when he was such a doofus.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox x reader #vox x you #Get Off My Screen Series

[fluentmoviequoter]

A day of with Deacon please

As fluffy as possible

MY FIRST DEACON REQUEST!!! I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted! You didn't specify, so I went with wife!reader, hope that's okay (and we are once again pretending Annie never existed). Thank you for the request and please let me know what you think! :)

Warnings: so much fluff, some kissing and cuddling, teasing, I mention his eyes a lot bc they're so pretty. I think that's it.

Word Count: 2.1k+ words

(This isn't a Christmas-specific fic, I just liked this gif and it fits the story.)

David 'Deacon' Kay rarely gets a day off, let alone one that aligns with a day when you have nothing planned. Last night, he came home and pulled you into his arms, content to stay that way until he had to return to work. You laughed, however, and pointed out that he’d need to eat at some point. 

Now, as his body clock attempts to wake him up far earlier than he’d like on his day off, he reaches across the bed for you. Your hand slips into his and leads him back to sleep. Once you’re sure he’s asleep again, you pull your hand away and sneak out of the bedroom. Deacon deserves breakfast in bed, but you don’t know how much time you have until he wakes up. When you finish cooking and set the plate and a cup of coffee on Deacon’s nightstand, you crawl back into bed and curl into his side, quickly joining him in slumber.

Deacon wakes up again a few minutes later, smiling when he feels you against his side. He looks down and sees your head on his shoulder, your arm across his waist, and your legs tangled with his. Brushing a hand over your hair, the smell of food distracts him as he looks over, his smile growing when he sees what you did for him. Moving so he doesn’t disturb you, he pulls the tray toward him, keeping a hand on your back.

“G’morning,” you mumble against his side, straightening your legs as you pull yourself closer to him.

Deacon tilts his head down, pressing a kiss against your temple. “Thank you,” he whispers against your skin.

You roll back slightly and sit beside him, smiling as you run your fingers through his hair, ruffled from a good night of sleep. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Deacon replies, kissing your forehead again before you insist he eat.

“It’ll get cold,” you point out when his hands stray to your waist.

“We can heat it up,” he argues, smiling against your cheek.

“That would require getting out of bed.”

Deacon sighs, feigning exasperation as he moves the tray to his lap and begins eating. He laughs when you steal a piece of your favorite from his plate, and the sound makes you fall even more in love with him, if that’s possible.

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As Deacon finishes eating, you leave his side and walk to the closet.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Deacon quips behind you.

“To get ready,” you reply, stifling a laugh.

“No ‘Deacon’s Day in Bed’?”

You look at him over your shoulder, smiling as he laughs at his joke.

“Fine,” he grumbles, stretching as he stands.

His hands grip your waist as he lays his chin on your shoulder.

“When’s the last time we had a day off together?” he asks.

“How old are you?” you joke. “A long time.”

“Then we should make the most of it.”

“What do you call this?”

“Affection,” he answers, pressing kisses against your neck.

You turn toward him, pressing a hand against his chest as he tries to kiss you.

“Morning breath,” you argue.

“Don’t care.”

“I do.”

Deacon shakes his head and turns you by your hips, directing you to the bathroom. He points at your toothbrush as he retrieves his own.

“You get bossy on your day off. Are you like this at work?”

“I’m worse.”

You laugh as his hand lands on your lower back, smiling at you in the mirror as you both get ready. His hand stays on you as you wash your face and finish your routine. 

“Want to go for a walk? It’s beautiful out there,” Deacon asks, looking out the window as you follow him into the bedroom.

“Got the zoomies already?” you ask playfully, returning to the closet for shoes.

“What?” he asks, brows furrowed as he walks toward you.

“You’re used to working all day, it’s understandable to have zoomies,” you explain seriously.

“Aren’t 'zoomies' what you say about Street and Luca’s dog? You’re comparing me to a dog?”

“You have puppy eyes,” you say, shrugging as you wrap your arms around his waist. “And you did ask to go for a walk.”

“You’re lucky,” he mutters.

“How?”

“You know,” he answers, kissing you again.

The walk is short but enjoyable; Deacon’s hand is in yours as you go around the neighborhood. When you get home, Deacon kneels to take your shoes off, princess treatment carried into marriage.

“Do you want to watch that movie you’ve been talking about?” he asks as he stands.

You’ve been waiting to watch a new movie with him, but he’s been busy with work. When he offers, you shake your head excitedly and land several kisses across his face. He smiles under your kisses before leading you to the kitchen. He helps you prepare popcorn and your favorite movie snacks, arranging them on the coffee table as you queue the movie. Deacon sits beside you, laying an arm across your shoulders as you press play.

The first scene is nearly over when you feel Deacon rubbing your hair between his fingers. You look over at him, and he smiles innocently. Turning against him, his hand falls to your waist and begins rubbing up and down, over your ribs, and back down to your hip. Before you can catch onto the plot, Deacon distracts you completely by kissing up your neck and along your jaw. He leans back when you move, and you turn so you’re lying on his chest. With easy access, you begin painting his face with kisses as his hands hold your hips firmly. He tries to catch your lips, but you can’t risk growing distracted, so you pull backward.

An explosion sounds through the television speakers, and when you turn your head to the movie, Deacon takes the opportunity to flip you so you’re against the couch, and he’s hovering above you.

“My turn,” he claims, bending down as he begins kissing you in neat rows, up and down your face, over your cheekbones, and on your nose.

His eyes stay on yours, and you try to shy away from his affection, turning toward a cushion. He makes a ‘tsk’ noise under his breath as he turns your chin back toward him. He smiles, his puppy eyes as big and beautiful as ever, as he whispers, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

Deacon shakes his head and moves you once more, letting you lay on his chest as you finish the movie; you trace shapes on his chest and down his arm as his hands explore your hair and back. The credits begin rolling, and you move your chin against the center of his chest, glad to feel the steady beat of his heart against your skin.

“What do you want to do with the rest of your day off?” you ask.

“I don’t care, as long as it’s with you,” he replies.

“Does that happen to involve lunch?” You bat your eyelashes as you ask, smiling when he laughs.

“I’m sure we can figure something out.”

He holds you against his chest as he sits up and reaches for his phone, ordering your favorite before returning his full attention to you. You take his hand, holding it in your lap as you trace his callouses.

“How was work this week?” you ask, looking at his hands.

Deacon's hands have always signified something to you, because the same hands that fight criminals and protect you day after day hold you gently and ensure you know how loved you truly are.

“It was good,” he answers quickly. Then he turns the conversation to you, asking what you’ve been up to.

“How’d you like that movie?” he teases.

“Oh, it was great. I especially liked the part that was playing while you kissed me.”

The doorbell rings, and you roll out of his lap, playfully huffing as he walks by. He laughs at your antics, distantly wishing he was around more to see them daily.

Deacon returns with the food, extending a hand to you as he leads you to the table. You sit in the chair closest to him, most of your chairs unused except for when 20 David comes over. He leans forward, gripping one of the legs of your chair to pull you closer. Laughing, you lay one of your thighs over his as you eat, sharing your food like you share everything else.

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“You’re touchy today,” you point out as Deacon runs his hand along your back.

“Which is different than usual?” he asks.

“I just- I feel special.”

“How so?”

“With what you do, no one would blame you if you never wanted physical contact again. But you show me that you love me with little touches, and don’t care when I do the same,” you answer, growing shy under Deacon's gaze.

“You know why? Because I do love you.”

“As I love you.”

Deacon loops both arms around your waist, swaying gently as your favorite song plays through the speaker.

“We could have done something special for your day off, you know,” you say.

“This is special. Next time I get a few days off, though, we’ll go somewhere.”

You laugh as Deacon dips you before pulling you up and spinning you. He asked you to dance as he slid your ring back on. Whenever you take it off to wash dishes, clean, or do anything that would risk breaking it, you give it to Deacon. If he’s not home, you place it in his nightstand, confident that he will guard it and return it safely to you. He invested in silicone rings for both of you, and when you have a day full of activities, you wear yours, but most of the time, you want to see your original wedding ring.

“Did you help Tan pick a ring?” you ask, remembering Deacon said he had one for his girlfriend.

“No, but rings are personal, I don’t know that I would help even if he asked.”

“You’re such a hopeless romantic… but you're my hopeless romantic.”

“‘Til death,” he adds, kissing your forehead.

The music ends, but you stay in Deacon’s arms as you ask what he wants to do next.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you express that you’re hungry again, knowing that Deacon won’t tell you if he is, he agrees to make dinner with you. Side-by-side, you work on preparing the meal, uncaring when Deacon tries to distract you. You complain but truly don’t mind, and he knows it.

“Deac,” you groan when his hands find your hips, standing behind you while you stir ingredients together.

He responds by saying your name in the same tone, smiling as he reaches around you and adds the spices.

“Thanks,” you say quietly.

After dinner, enjoyed in the same closely situated chairs you had lunch in, you clean up quickly. While Deacon puts the dishes away, you start a kettle to make your favorite hot drinks and remove the small dessert you prepared earlier from the fridge.

Deacon opens the patio door for you as he carries the dishes for the drinks and dessert. You sit in separate chairs, looking out over the yard as you talk about nothing and everything. Deacon’s hand wanders out of his chair and into yours, finding your fingers and lacing his with yours. Squeezing his hand once, you stand from your chair and move to his lap, leaning against his chest. You look up, unsurprised but disappointed that you can’t see any stars past the LA lights.

“That trip we’re taking when I’m off,” he begins, waiting for your nodded acknowledgment, “we’re going somewhere where we can see the stars again.”

“You’re the only star I need,” you reply, knowing how fluffy and cliche it sounds but not caring. It earns you a smile and a kiss, so it can't be too bad.

“It sounds amazing, though, thank you,” you whisper, shivering as a night chill blows in from the desert.

“That means it’s time to go inside,” Deacon whispers against your hairline.

He helps you carry everything inside and locks the door behind you. Once the dishes and the leftovers are put away, Deacon scoops you up in his arms, smiling at your laughter as he carries you to the bedroom.

You get ready for bed how you got ready for the day: together. When you join Deacon in bed, he pulls you close, letting you sit between his legs with your back against his chest. Your hearts beat in sync as he picks up a book from his nightstand. It’s been too long since you had the time to do this, but as he reads, you know that the long, sometimes lonely time between days off makes them worth it.

#david deacon kay x reader #deacon kay x reader #david kay x reader #david deacon kay #deacon kay #swat cbs #requests #🥰 anon

[azquine]

Do you think Rose Tyler went through a degree of parentification with her mother?

I'm not calling Jackie a bad mother. She clearly loves Rose a TON and did her very best in difficult circumstances. She was a young woman suddenly a widow having to look after a child all on her own in the midst of her grief. Grief that she clearly hasn't gotten over as she attempts to cover over it with lines of new men and a blur of personal, televised, and printed gossip

But it is Rose who was supporting the household in the first episode we see her. Rose who has to find a job once it's been literally destroyed around her. As far as I remember it's never even considered that Jackie would take on Roses load for a bit.

Jackie likely never got a reprieve after Pete died before she was thrown straight into single motherhood, no matter how overwhelming it must have been. This is likely why she has no clue how to offer Rose a rest to get over what was a likely traumatic event. she even describes it as such on the phone (the fact that Rose is not actually in fact going through symptoms of trauma is I feel pretty irrelevant to this, though it contributes to the feeling of Roses mental state being brushed off)

Jackie's dislike for Roses 'airs and graces' from working a high end shop, the negative tone towards how the doctor changed her, even for the better, I think it all stems from the fear of Rose leaving. If Rose becomes better than what she can offer and leaves, she takes Jackie's entire world. The last reflection of Pete, a potential and invaluable source of income, and most of all simply the person she loves and cares for most. She'd have nothing but a council estate flat, friends to gossip with, media to consume, and bills to pay.

My thoughts on all this were triggered by a gif set I saw where Rose on new year's tells her mother something along the lines of 'don't stay out too late' and Jackie's reply is 'you try and stop me'. In most situations this would be the other way round. It should not be the daughter half jokingly cautioning the mother about a night out. The ease and familiarity of the exchange makes me think that this would not have been the first occurrence of this. This isn't to say that mothers shouldn't have proper nights out, my own does, but the daughter should not be the one worrying if they are being safe.

And that episode with the absorbalof (I think that's how it's spelled) where Rose comes out at the end enraged on her mother's behalf. It is completely understandable, and I would probably be EXACTLY the same, but in the context of everything else I'm thinking about, it's a bit too fitting that it is Rose coming to Jackie's defence after a bad not-quite boyfriend.

The woman who sat with Pete as he died, who Jackie uses as a single piece of comfort to pass on to her daughter? That's also Rose.

And the alternate dimension is really more Jackie's happy ending than Roses, though they both get an alternative version of the man of their dreams. But Rose loses a big part of why she chose to leave home over and over. Her monologue at the chippy pre- bad wolf shows that, although the doctor is an appeal on his own, the life of going out there and seeing the universe, making a change, is something that the loss of gets under her skin like a restless itch. And she didn't get a choice, she had to learn to deal with it.

Jackie loses nothing. It's all gain for her. She has her daughter, who she cares about most in the world, her husband, who seems more devoted and successful than he ever was in her reality, and she has the money and big house that she never got previously. She never has to learn to work through her grief without covering it, it is undone for her (though I'm sure the ghost of the 'real' Pete will still linger in her mind)

Again I want to reiterate that Jackie is NOT a bad or neglectful mother. She is incredibly and realistically concerned with Roses safety (in a way that I've only really seen RTD write). But she is a woman who has her own issues to tackle and very few resources with which to do so. Rose would have had to grow up navigating around that.

Feel free to counter or correct any of my points, or to talk about something I missed, it's been lovely to see peoples thoughts on my other rambles! :)

#doctor who #rose tyler #jackie tyler #russel t davies #9th doctor #10th doctor #pete tyler #ramble

[shelbystales]

Ceramic Lessons - Part Two

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1

Summary: after much insistence from his sister, Cillian attends a ceramics class with her. To his surprise, he feels a connection to the teacher, you. Will this connection go any further or will it be smashed like a bad ceramic project?

Warning: nothing so far, this is also a slow chapter. Mention of abusive relationship

A/N: this is my first time writing for Cillian, so a small reminder that this has nothing to do with his real life. I feel like this is going too slow. But I promise next episode we are having some fun 🤪 Oh, and I should have used that gif on the last episode. Fits perfectly when she’s helping him out

English is my second language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar mistake

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A smooth R&B song played softly in the background as Cillian entered his brother's apartment. In addition to the music, the open-concept kitchen buzzed with the sounds of pots, water, and food being prepared.

"Cill! Honey, Cill's here," Joana, his brother's wife, greeted him with a warm hug. "Where's the little one, Lukas? I thought he'd come with you."

"Hi, Joana. No, he's with his mom," Cillian replied.

Páide emerged from the kitchen, his white shirt stained with tomato sauce. "Little brother, how was the ceramics class with the not-so-young ladies?" he teased.

"Hey, Pád. I'm sorry, but it was better than poker," Cillian joked, shaking his brother's hand.

"I feel personally attacked by that," Páide laughed, and Cillian chuckled along. "Want a beer?" Cillian nodded.

"How are the kids?" Cillian asked after grabbing a beer and leaning against one of the counters.

"They're good, having a pajama night tonight," Páide replied, returning to the stove.

Páide was an excellent cook. 

He first graduated in gastronomy, then decided to pursue law and become a lawyer. He still says that one of his biggest dreams is to open a restaurant by the beach and retire. Cillian joked that it wouldn't be retirement, but rather a huge headache.

"What are we having for dinner? It smells good," Cillian remarked, glancing at the pot.

"Shepherd's pie," Páide answered with a proud smile.

"Mom's recipe?"

"Of course!" He replied as if there were no other possible answer.

They talked about the projects Cillian was working on. He was currently working on a play, but not as an actor, he was helping write and soon direct the play. He was experimenting. 

And after he told with much enthusiasm his new projects, Pad shared a problem he had at the kids' school. One of his daughters had told another kid to fuck off and even called him an asshole. 

"I was called to the principal's office, man. And believe me, the kid deserved it," he said, putting the pie in the oven, and making Cillian laugh.

"Kids can be cruel," Cillian agreed. "Their honesty can be challenging to handle sometimes."

"No doubt," Pad replied, rubbing his eyes, as Joana entered the kitchen.

"Oh, honey, why don't you change your clothes before your sisters arrive, hm?" Joana said, patting her husband's back. "He can't cook without making a mess," she laughed, wiping a red stain from his shirt with a dishcloth.

"I didn't make that much of a mess," he said and then kissed her. "Be right back," he added, leaving the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Cillian helped Joana tidy up the kitchen and set the table. 

Sile and Orla arrived together shortly after.

Family dinners were a common occurrence among the Murphys. Since their parents' passing, they made great efforts to stay together, to not lose contact.

Sitting at the table, they were always surrounded by good conversation and laughter. Just as they assumed their parents would’ve wanted.

"So, how was the ceramics class, Cill?" Orla asked, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Good," Cillian replied, taking a sip of his beer.

"You know he liked it so much that he's coming with me again next week," Sile said excitedly.

"All that to avoid poker?" Orla asked, laughing. 

"I get it, Cill. That's why I usually spend the whole Saturday at the salon." Joana said making everyone chuckle

"Hey? I thought it was to look beautiful for me," Pad teased.

"Hm, no, if it's to look beautiful for someone, it's for myself," she laughed and playfully tossed the cloth napkin in his direction.

"What can I say, it was a cool class. You guys should try it" Cillian said, shrugging.

"To be honest, I think he was more interested in our hot teacher," Sile said, drawing surprised looks from the table.

"No way?" Pad said, setting down his fork.

"Come on, Sile. You're making things up," Cillian tried to brush it off.

"I'm not making it up. There was a moment when she was helping him, and the tension in the air was so thick, I could have cut it with scissors," she laughed.

"You dog, Cillian!" Pad said, laughing.

"No, no. I'm no dog.  And you're making things up," Cillian said awkwardly, taking a sip of his beer.

"It was about time you got interested in someone," Orla said. "The teasing is just a form of encouragement, Cill. We're happy for you," she chuckled.

"Yeah, man, it's time for you to get laid, you know. Sorry, but I'm just saying what everyone's thinking," Pad said.

"You're an idiot," Cillian replied, shaking his head and taking a big gulp of his beer.

"Okay, my words were uncalled for, but come on Cill. You need to loosen up. Live life," Pad said. "And having sex is good for you, man."

"You think I don't have sex? That I spent the last few months traveling the world promoting the movie like a fucking priest?" He asked, getting a bit irritated.

"I don't know, I guess so. You don't say anything," Pad replied.

"I don't need to say anything. Especially not about whether I've slept with someone," Cillian continued.

"Please tell me there's no little Murphy running around out there that we don’t know of," Sile joked, making Cillian smile.

"Well, I do miss having a baby in the family," Orla teased.

"You guys are unbearable," Cillian said, smiling. 

"Okay, now that we've confirmed that Cillian is a ladies' man, tell us more about the teacher," Orla said to Sile.

"Oh, she's beautiful and sweet. I think she's single, but I'm not sure," Sile said, finishing her bite. "She's also incredibly patient. Last week, one of the students brought her daughter to the class, a five years old, much like yours Pad. And she taught the little girl with all the patience in the world. The girl accidentally knocked over a vase she had made, a gorgeous vase. I was thinking of buying it myself, the price was over 200 bucks… and she just said, 'It's okay, accidents happen.' I thought it was something out of the ordinary; I would've lost my cool and yelled the hell out of the kid," she laughed. "But I think she's like that because of ceramics. I feel like I'm becoming more patient too. When you're there working on your project, sometimes things don't go well... and you just have to understand that it's not about you; sometimes things just don't work out, no matter how hard you try," Sile looked at Cillian, who gave a shy smile. He knew the message was for him.

"She sounds like a good person," Orla said, smiling.

"She is," Sile agreed. “I think Cill should try something. Ask her on a date… I don't know. That if he wants. Of course”.

She looked at him like a kid that just made a mess and is afraid to get in trouble. 

“Did I tell you guys that Lukas wants a dog?” Cillian changed the subject making everyone laugh

The dinner continued with another topic of conversation. Despite the teasing earlier, Cillian appreciated them and their concern in their… unique ways. 

As the night grew late, everyone helped tidy the dining room and kitchen. 

Orla left earlier because she had a plane to catch early in the morning. She was going to visit her long-distance boyfriend. 

Sile and Cillian got in the elevator together and Sile smiled at her brother “Hey, sorry about throwing you under the bus like that” she said 

“Yeah, you better watch your back” he smiled

“Jokes apart, you should go for it. She is a nice woman” she continued

“You never give up, do you?” He asked, one eyebrow raised. 

“I am your younger sister, you should know I can be a pain. And that's the entire reason I was so relentlessly asking you to come. She's a good woman. You deserve a good woman, Cill” She smiled 

“Goodnight, Sile” Cillia kissed her on the cheek as the elevator’s doors opened and he left right after.

***

That same night, you dined alone in your apartment, sitting on the cold floor while watching a random movie on Netflix.

Although you felt a sense of loneliness, this solitude strangely brought you comfort.

Not more than three years ago, you were trapped in an abusive relationship, yearning to be free and to have some time alone. 

The grim statistics of women murdered by their husbands haunted you, and two years ago, you narrowly escaped becoming a part of that horrifying reality, representing a mere 0.005% or even less.

For a long time, you couldn't bear the thought of being alone, haunted by the events, and the man, who was sentenced to ten years for attempted murder and additional months for physical assault. 

He might be behind bars, but the emotional scars remain. Even after his arrest, he haunted you.

You had counseling meetings twice a week. Thank God your parents were able to help you financially and in any other way possible. 

You went back to live with them for a while, and through a tight support network, you pulled yourself through it all. Your friends and family stuck by you and did everything in their hands to help you. But most important, you never gave up, you forced yourself out of that shitty place.

After your psychiatrist told you to find a hobby, you tried many things; you went to numerous classes, guitar, painting, cooking, dancing, knitting, embroidery and many others… they were fun, but you fell in love with ceramics class. You connected with it in a way that you can't even understand. When you work with clay, your mind goes silent. 

There's nothing in the world that brings you such peace of mind.

It soon became more than a hobby as you started to produce and sell your ceramics. Your clientele mainly consists of restaurants and hotels. Additionally, your young TI brother helped you develop an online shop, to help you sell some of your products. 

You rarely had nightmares about your ex now, and after two years, you finally have your life back. You still have some relapses, yes, especially when, despite all the possible prison securities, he manages to send you letters or messages. 

"Eight years left of peace," that's your mantra now – no need to worry about something that will only happen in eight years.

Easier said than done.

But one step at a time, you even went out on a date this month. A date your friend Sofia set up for you. The date went well, you were having your second date tomorrow.

But he wasn't special. He didn't make you feel anything at all. But you figured he would be a good test run. 

To be honest, it's been a long time since you felt attracted to someone, and for that reason, you were still trying to understand what happened between you and Cillian earlier. Trying to understand where it all came from.

***

A week passed, and you were sitting in a chair on the small veranda of the studio, enjoying a ray of sunlight. 

Your Sunday date was similar to the previous one, nothing extraordinary. He's a nice, handsome, and kind guy, but maybe a bit bland. 

He dropped you off at home and bid farewell with a kiss. The kiss was good, and surprisingly, it ended up in your bed. No, you didn't have sex. You had your doubts if you were ready for that, and Sunday was a confirmation that you weren't. 

You invited him in because you wanted to sleep with him, but it didn't make sense. He spent a good amount of time giving you mediocre oral, and that was as far as you could go with him. 

Perhaps that's why you couldn't do it? Maybe because he seemed bad in bed? He spent around 30 minutes going down on you without making you eliciting a genuine moan.

But it's okay, it's part of the process. Maybe.

"Hey, y/n," Loui called, and you jumped a little.

"Wow, Loui. I didn't see you coming," you said, adjusting in your chair.

"Sorry, I put some pieces in the ceramic kiln, and they're ready. Should we take them out now?" he asked.

"Sure, today we'll glaze them," you said, getting up. "Let me help you. Later, we'll cut 100 grams each for modeling. We won't have much time, so let's make something small."

"Alright. How was the date?" he asked as you both entered the kiln room.

The ceramic kiln room was relatively large, with two kilns in one corner near the window. The walls were filled with shelves, mostly displaying your and Loui's pieces. On the floor, beneath the shelves, lay kilos of clay wrapped in plastic bags.

"I was thinking about it. I think it went well, but I'm not sure if I want to go out with him again," you admitted.

"That's a shame, but it happens. It took me some time to find my Juliet," he said, smiling.

"Romeo and Juliet killed each other, Loui. I've said before it's not a story to compare to," you said with a sheepish smile.

"Oh, y/n! Shakespeare portrayed such a beautiful and profound love that only death could separate them. To me, that's beautiful," he said. Loui was a literature enthusiast.

"Healthy relationships don't lead to death, Loui."

"It's just a story. I didn't know you didn't like Shakespeare," he said, taking the pieces out of one kiln while you did the same with the other.

"I do like it, but I don't appreciate the idealization of Romeo and Juliet," you shrugged. "I don't think people interpret it well either. I don't know."

"Maybe the problem is your interpretation, not others'," he said, and you fell silent, contemplating his words. Maybe he had a point?

As you took the pieces, you noticed Cillian's vase and smiled. Despite being a little lopsided and dented, it looked beautiful.

The sound of voices and people arriving in the studio started to fill the air. Glancing at your wristwatch, you realized the class was about to begin.

Carefully, you and Loui placed the pieces on the workbench.

"Today, we're going to glaze them. Choose your colors," you said to everyone present, then went to get the rest of the pieces.

Upon your return, you saw Cillian and Sile chatting and laughing together. He looked different today, dressed in a slightly more casual outfit than last week - a regular white shirt and loose, worn jeans.

You left the remaining pieces on the table and clapped your hands together to remove the dust.

"Well, after glazing, we'll take 100 grams of clay each for modeling. Today, no potter's wheel; we'll use our hands," you announced, drawing everyone's attention and a disappointed sigh from some.

You were busy for a while, fetching the colors the students requested, while Loui cut the clay into uniform pieces.

"What color do you think will look good?" Sile asked you, showing her vase. Cillian beside her.

You took a deep breath and pushed your hair away from your face. Your coiled hair had come loose from running around, now hanging loosely.

"Sile, you can do a lot of cool things with yours," you said after thinking. "You can glaze by immersion or use a brush, add some designs, like the flowers in your last piece. As for you, Cillian, I think since yours has a more organic feel, you can use the brush to create some organic shapes as well. The color choice is up to you both," you smiled.

"More organic," Sile laughed. "It actually turned out pretty good, huh? I thought Cillian's would be a disaster."

"I thought so too," he admitted, smiling. "But it's presentable."

"It's a beautiful piece. If you don't tell anyone, they won't know the dents weren't intentional," you smiled, and he smiled back. Your eyes locked for a long moment, sending shivers down your spine.

"I think I'll go with a terracotta color and white," Sile decided, taking your attention from her brother, and you nodded. "Choose yours, Cill,so she can get them for both of us."

"I have no idea," he laughed awkwardly, looking at his vase.

"I'll take the white immersion and terracotta brush for you Sile. You can add terracotta on top of the white glaze keeping the brush strikes. It will look nice," you suggested. You looked at Cillian. "And for you, maybe navy blue or moss green with white, doing the same technique as Sile."

"Whatever you say. I trust you," he laughed, and you nodded, smiling, and went to fetch the glazes for both of them.

You continued to guide the students through the glazing process, offering advice and suggestions. 

Cillian and Sile seemed to be having fun, exchanging playful banter as they dipped their brushes into the glaze. Cillian’s genuine smile and gentle interactions with others warmed your heart. Well, at least he’s proving not to be a spoiled Hollywood star.

You couldn’t help but notice how his eyes frequently darted in your direction, and you couldn’t help but to steal some glances at him too. 

Afterward, you all gathered around the kiln to load the glazed pieces carefully. Loui managed the kiln firing process, ensuring everything went smoothly.After that, you gave them a task to manually make a cup using a technique called pinching.

"This first step may seem similar, but we're going to create a hole in the middle of the clay and then gently pinch the walls of the cup, gradually thinning them. This will start shaping it like a cup. It won't be as flawless as the cups we make on the wheel, but depending on the finish, it might even turn out more beautiful," you explained, demonstrating the process using a piece of ceramic. "The imperfections can actually add character to the final piece."

As you moved around, you noticed that Cillian was deeply focused on his work, his brow furrowed in concentration. Sile, on the other hand, was chatting animatedly with the other students while she worked. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and the group around her laughed and shared stories as they molded their cups. She was like a social butterfly, different from her brother, who seemed a bit more private. 

"Y/n," Loui spoke, calling you to a corner to talk to you in private. "I need to go. I have that doctor's appointment I told you about."

"Ah, sure. You can go. See you on Monday," you smiled and bid him farewell with a hug.

At the end of the class, you made sure everyone signed the pieces they had made, so none would be lost.

After everyone started leaving, you realized how much an assistant was needed; the tidying process was taking much longer after classes. 

Cillian and Sile talked at the entrance of the studio. You glanced at them, to notice Cillian eyes on you. you gave him a soft smile and continued on cleaning the table they used. 

"You know, you have two options," Sile said to Cillian as she took off her apron and put it in her own bag.

"What are you talking about?" Cillian asked, confused, briefly diverting his attention from you.

"You can ask her out tonight. Or you can wait the whole week until next Saturday and then ask her out. It's up to you. It's inevitable, it's going to happen. Why procrastinate?" she asked, eliciting a smile from Cillian. "I'll be in the bathroom for about 5 minutes. Make up your mind."

Cillian watched his sister walk away to the restroom and debated whether he should follow her advice. After considering a few different options, he eventually gathered his courage and approached you.

"Hey, y/n," he greeted, scratching the back of his neck. You turned off the faucet where you were cleaning the tools used in the class and looked at him with a curious expression.

"Hey, do you have any questions?" you asked, trying to understand why he had come back.

"No, no questions. Actually, I know this might seem a bit unexpected, or maybe not. But I was wondering if you'd like to go grab a coffee or something?" he said.

You smiled. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Yeah, I am," he replied, his nervousness evident in his gaze.

"I'm free tomorrow," you said, eliciting a wide relaxed smile from him.

"Perfect. I'll pick you up at 7," he said, taking his phone from his pocket to save your number. "Any food preferences?"

"Nope, maybe I should let you know that I'm a vegetarian," you mentioned, and he nodded.

"I'll find us a good place," he said, and you smiled, returning his phone with your number saved “I’ll text you” you nodded with a smile and watched him walk to his sister, who was standing by the door

“Not a word” he said as he reached her

“You asked her out?” She asked excitedly as they walked out of the studio. 

“Yes. Tell Orla or Páide and I’ll cancel it” he warned walking inside his car

“No you won’t” She frowned after she sat in the passenger seat. Cillian would be dropping her of at home

“Try me” he smiled 

“Fine, i won’t tell, IF you give me the details” she negotiated

“Ok, I can tell you a few things” he shrugged “Did you know she’s vegetarian?” 

“No… oh God, Pad is going to freak out” she noticed making Cill chuckle.

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[fulfillingbineeds]

"Right, so hang on. So he's going to go back in time. He's going to fall in love with Alisha. Then she dies, and they're gonna be stuck doing it over and over and over again for all of eternity?"

"I think it's dead romantic."

"I Think It's Dead Romantic." Simon/Alisha Mixtape

Starcrossed Lovers - Siouxsie and the Banshees

Denial - Sugababes

Shadowplay - Joy Divison

Dance With Me - Estelle

Time is Running Out - Muse

Shiver - Natalie Imbruglia

Falling Away with You - Muse

Here With Me - Dido

Chasing Pavements - Adele

Thinking Of You - Katy Perry

These Things Take Time - The Smiths

There She Goes - The La's

Freak Like Me - Sugababes

Yellow - Coldplay

All I Need - Radiohead

Obsession - MARINA

Lovesong - The Cure

Butterflies and Hurricanes - Muse

Born To Die - Lana Del Rey

Runtime: Approximately 72 Minutes

I decided to make a Simon/Alisha mixtape last night, and I managed to get it done fairly quickly. It is truly the first time I've ever done something like this. I'm not one to make playlists, especially ones that are organized in a purposeful order. Normally I just throw all the songs in randomly and listen on shuffle. (Yes, I'm sorry, I only listen to music via my Spotify liked songs on shuffle. I'm that type of gal.)

It was a fun experiment doing this. I had to search for a good chunk of the songs. My specific goal for this was to have songs the characters would actually listen to and describe how they feel/experience situations. And to have all the songs released before or during 2011. (When season 3/Simon & Alisha's story ended.)

I already knew the genres that Simon likes. (It's stated in canon on the show and canon media outside of the show.) Alisha was harder, as her music taste isn't stated in canon so I took a guess.

So this mixtape is a blend of Alt. Rock, Post-Punk, Pop and R&B.

The mixtape progresses from the start of Alisha and Superhoodies' first meeting all the way to Simon going back in time. Along with a prelude song (Starcrossed Lovers by Siouxsie and the Banshees) and a conclusion song (Born To Die by Lana Del Rey) (I couldn't help myself, especially after seeing this gif set edit.)

There are 3 songs from Muse's 2003 Absolution on here, and it's the main reason I did this mixtape. They're such Simon/Superhoodie songs. I'm convinced that they were used as inspiration in writing the superhoodie arc, lmao.

Why I added Sugababes' Freak Like Me is meant to represent Alisha coming to understand Simon's Simoness and embracing her own oddities. And the fact the lyrics and vocals on the song scream Alisha while the music and rhythm scream Simon. (It's actually a sample of Tubeway Army's Are 'Friends' Electric?- One of my go-to Simon songs, and it's on my Simon playlist.)

I feel like there might be a few filler songs that didn't necessarily need to be added, but I liked the vibe, so that's why.

And ask away about any other detail on why I added what songs if you want. (Shoot it in my asks, please, and thanks)

Also, sorry for how blurry the text is in the one photo. I wasn't able to fit all the songs in a larger font on it, so it looks a bit crappy. Amature graphic designer here :D

#misfits #simon/alisha #simon x alisha #simon bellamy #alisha daniels #character playlist #ship playlist #mixtape #my posts #my edits #my playlists

[kimtaegis]

✨ GET TO KNOW YOUR CONTENT CREATORS ✨ Tell us about your creative vision! details you are proud of, but nobody noticed? The Best Feedback?? want to gush about a personal favorite or yours??? nows the time!

okay first off, sorry for only answering now! honestly, I didn't really know how to reply to this for quite some time, but I think I'm just gonna take this chance to talk a bit about a favourite of mine from this year so far, which is yoongi's 2022 bday post! I'm very proud of how it turned out and put quite some thought into it. So here we go:

Let's start with the general idea; Yoongi's "interludes" all have a special place in my heart. I relate to some of the lyrics on a very emotional level (especially those of Set me Free) and I also just really think they're amazing musically, Interlude: Shadow is my favourite Yoongi (bts album) solo song, for instance. He just puts a whole lot of feelings into his interludes especially I feel, and since this is something I value extremely in Yoongi, I thought it'd be a good idea to create a little something for them specifically for his birthday.

Okay, now a deeper dive into each panel!

I just had the need to make an introductory panel, it would have felt too abrupt to just jump into the songs. I'm so happy with how it turned out, like.. the build up, the literal introduction to him as an artist?? The way every picture is Yoongi but labeled as different "parts" of him, and then his two "artist personas" merge together as Min Yoongi in the third one, cause yeah. It's all him. The last rectangle is a little reference to Interlude Shadow, both with the lyrics and the scribbles which were used in the mv. The lyrics just fit perfectly into this whole layout idea.

Interlude Dream Reality: Since the track doesn't have any actual lyrics, I only had the overall emotion that I felt while listening to it. I thought that mirrors are a nice way to depict reality vs. dream so I went with that. I added some blur for extra distortion/ metaphorical blurred lines between the two. With the text at the bottom, I basically wanted to portray "finding reality in it all"

SUGA's Interlude: Beautiful lyrics which I wanted to illustrate with sun and stars/ day and night elements (the GQ/ Vogue shots really were in my favour haha). I kind of pride myself with including movement in my gfx lmao, I don't know, I don't see it often and I just think it adds something special to them (although it makes things MUCH harder, too). Editing the colours to make them match throughout the whole edit was A Task, especially the yellow here in this one; the orignal picture of course did not have that kind of shade from the start. Small things like that can take up to 30 minutes to adjust.

Interlude: Shadow: I think it's my favourite. Like... the thought I put in this? *pat on the shoulder* The shadows behind him both being made out of himself but also functioning as a crowd, this and the scribbles being parallels to the mv. The shadows creeping up on him step by step and eventually consuming him, making them stand out while he's barely visible anymore. Also the way the lyrics are literally depicted in the animation... The shadows do get darker while the light (his fame) gets brighter, damn. Highlighting the "shadow" in the lyrics with that light, yellow colour for the ✨ contradiction of it all ✨. Oh yeah, that's a good one.

Set me Free: Phew, that song... hits different for me because it summarises how I've felt with my depression a lot. The visuals of the panel don't really reference the lyrics, but rather my personal relation with the song, hence.... mental illness. This kind of consuming darkness that sometimes seems to swallow you whole, that moment when you feel nothing, or not like yourself, where you don't want to be there. That's those seconds where you can't see him at all in the gifs. The photo on the right, black and white, looking kind of...lost, in thought, maybe sad or tired. His facial expressions and posture in this panel just feel very fitting (again, shoutout to that photoshoot). Also...that feeling of days just going by? The moving lights in the gifs could resemble time just passing by while you (seem to) stand still.

That's it! That was a rollercoaster to write and I wanna thank you for giving me the opportunity to gush about it, it made me love it even more. <3

#that was fun #I'll put it in the gfx tag #*gfx #annie's mail #anon #*gfx breakdown

[thii-nii]

BL ~ Drama Asks

I was tagged by @pharawee. Thank you!! 🌺

1. If you had to watch one drama forever what would it be?

I don't rewatch dramas a lot. Usually, I really love something while I'm watching it and it means a lot to me in that period of time. But when I try to rewatch a drama months or years later, it often feels really awkward and I hardly ever finish them. So most of my favourite dramas occupy a special place in my heart, but I'm reluctant to rewatch them. (+ There are always so many new dramas that I want to try and that are waiting for me to fall in love with them! XD) That said, if I had to choose one, right now I'd pick Kinnporsche. It's a combination of different genres, so I'd be able to enjoy lot's of different emotions. Additionally, there's just so much to love in Kp, lot's of awesome themes, intense moments and lovable characters. I actually want to rewatch Kp right now, because there still are so many things I want to try making, that I didn't get around to before... but I'm still in my procrastination period. lol

2. If you could change the ending of a drama which one would it be?

Well, Kp ended most recently and we might not get a season 2, so... I'd want to see a different ending for Kim and Chay. I mean, if we actually get a season 2 I'd love to see them find their way back to each other (while also getting to see more of angry/feral Kim & rebellious Chay), but if this is the overall ending, it feels a little cruel to have both of them be in so much pain. (Not to mention that no one even knows they were a thing?? I need them all to spend time together and for Porsche to kick Kim's ass a bit for hurting Chay.) And, of course, "History is only written by the victor" .... ???? Well, well, well, wellll..... I need some conclusion to Korn's messed up games.

3. Name your favorite drama and tell who your favorite character was.

I'm so bad at choosing favourites. But, uhhh, Kinnporsche (Porsche, Kim, Vegas); I told Sunset about you & I promised you the Moon (Teh, Oh-aew); Not Me (Yok).

4. Name a drama you dropped within the first few episodes ~ we all have at least one!

As I said earlier, I love trying out new dramas. But that also means I end up dropping a lot of them. Of the ones airing right now, I dropped Unforgotten Night, Check Out (I enjoyed Ep 0, but I couldn't even get through the first episode 😞) & Even Sun (just last week; it has Boun & Prem and such a beautiful setting, but I noticed I wasn't really paying attention anymore, so I let it go).

5. Name a popular drama you've never watched and why?

Hmm, The Untamed & Advance Bravely. I don't know why? I've seen them around a lot and I feel like I should've at least tried them when they were airing, but somehow I didn't and still haven't.

6. Name a drama you regret watching.

I usually drop them before I have too many regrets. But there were a few really popular ones that I continued watching, simply because I kept seeing so many gifs of them, only to still feel kind of meh about them at the end. >_<

7. Name a drama you thought you’d never watch but did and did you end up liking it?

The only one I can think of that might fit this question is 3 Will Be Free. It wasn't really on my mind before, but since I was in the mood for something a little darker, I remembered gifsets of this drama and wanted to give it a try. I've seen two episodes so far and am still interested!

8. Name a pairing you want to see?

Ohhh, as long as it has one actor I like, I'd already be super happy. But hmmm, maybe Mond Tanutchai & Gun Atthaphan (since we never got Gramblack and I like their bickering friendship); Jeff Satur & anyone that's not a baby.... Jeff Satur & action scenes... no wait, where am I going with this...

9. Name a pairing you didn’t think had chemistry?

Nat Natasitt & Max Kornthas in the few episodes of Cutie Pie that I've seen.

10. Name a pairing you have seen in another drama that you like?

??? I'm interpreting this as: a pairing I've seen in a drama that I haven't (fully) watched? Yim Pharinyakorn & Tutor Koraphat (also Cutie Pie). I liked them enough to look up their clips on yt after I dropped Cp.

#tagged (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) #thank you so much for tagging me!! this was really fun! :) #and sorry for taking so long (as always >_<)

[kitchenscene]

what's with the spider-man routine?

Image ID: Two gifs of Eddie Diaz from 2.14. In the first gif he's looking around the scene of the fire. In the second gif he's calling out to Bobby. Both are low angle shots, showing the sky in the background. Both gifs are high contrast with muted coloring.

#i giffed the first one last night but it didn't fit the set. but i rlly like the shot so #eddie diaz #911 fox #911 #911edit #dailyeddiediaz #tusera #userbecky #useralie #userdahlias #userlove #mine:911 #texas.gif

[lilithdahobbit]

Two Lives P3 (Adrian Chase/Vigilante Fic)

part 1  part 2  part 3(you’re here!)  part 4  part 5  part 6  part 7  part 8  part 9  part 10  part 11  part 12  part 13  part 14  part 15  part 16  part 17  part 18  part 19  part 20 part 21/22(end)

Authors Note: This chapter goes back to the original POV. Btw I apologize for it being shorter than the others, it gets good after this I swear. (also I couldn’t think of a good gif for this chapter...)

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Before the two of you could realize you were sleeping you awoke to Chris shaking you both awake. Somehow while sleeping Vigilante had laid half his body down on the couch and you were snuggled up to his chest. You sat up quickly, still trying to shake the sleep out of your head, you look over and see Vigilante with his visor open and him trying to rub his eyes with his fingers through the small opening. You look around and see Chris, clearly disappointed that you didn't even listen to the scanner, and you catch a glimpse of the sunrise creeping through the trees outside his window. 

"Oh fuuuuck." You said, checking your phone to see the time, 7:00 am exactly. You and Vig had slept the entire night, you hoped anything that did happen last night got taken care of by Chris or god forbid, the police. "Sorry man."

"Yeah, sorry about that." Vigilante adds.

"Were you seriously driving until just now?"

"Oh no. I got back a few hours back, I just thought you guys looked comfortable. But now you should probably leave."

You were rubbing the back of your neck, V didn't exactly make the best pillow, although obviously, he was good enough for you last night. "Alright Vig, you leave and once you're out of site go ahead and get dressed back into your civilian clothes. Then once enough time has passed I'll do the same."

Vig breathes in through his teeth, obviously having something to say. "I forgot my clothes..."

You let out an exasperated breath, "Are you serious?" He nods. You knew none of Chris's clothes would fit him and you had no clothes to offer, even if they would fit. "Well, it's close enough to Halloween right? Maybe no one will question two costumed adults walking together."

"It's September." Chris states.

"I know. But do you have a better suggestion?"

He shrugs. "Drive you guys close to your places so you only have to walk a bit in public? Eagly can sit in the front so you aren't getting pecked."

You groan and stand up, smacking V's chest with the back of your hand as an encouragement to get up. He struggles to get up from the couch as if the damn thing was caught halfway through absorbing him, you give him your hand as Chris laughs at his struggle. You would've laughed too but you figured he was humiliated enough as is. He let out a small 'thanks' before you all went to Chris's car. 

Vig leans on your shoulder for the majority of the ride in what you assumed was some odd petty attempt at revenge or reciprocation. You didn't mind, he seems comfortable, although you would catch Chris looking at you through the mirror, making suggestive looks. You roll your eyes and look out the window in an attempt to ignore his silent jokes.

Chris dropped you off first, not far from your place but far enough for neither of them to figure out where exactly you lived. Once they had driven off you took off your mask and hood and start your walk to your apartment. As soon as you got to your bed you collapse on it, still not rested enough. You lay there for a while, face buried in your pillows. After a while, you heard your phone go off. 

'Still on for tonight?'

It was Adrian, you weren't sure why he thought to text this early but you brush it off. He's probably just nervous.

'Sure thing. You pick me up though.'

He replies with his trademark emoji. You scoff before setting an alarm for 4 pm. You need to catch up on a week of lost sleep and you have nothing else planned besides seeing Adrian, 3 hours would be plenty of time for you to get ready for drinks. You found yourself struggling to fall asleep though, unable to stop thinking about Adrian. You're excited to finally see him drunk, and excited to hang out with him but you can't shake the feeling that he may want to turn this "just a date" into a "just a second date" and before you know it you're in a committed relationship with the poor bastard.

It wasn't that you weren't attracted to him, quite the contrary, you just can't let yourself think of anyone that way. Not with the life you lead, the enemies you have, hell the friends you have were enough to scare any suitors away. You can't imagine letting anyone be privy to that part of yourself besides Vigilante and Peacemaker. And even they weren't allowed access to your secret identity. You're unable to be truly honest with anyone, not with Vigilante and certainly not with Adrian. What would Adrian think if he found out what you did? What would V think if he found out you were nothing more than a waiter? Your mind wanders to the thought of Vigilante as a way to change the subject and calm yourself, his oddly familiar and comforting smile, the way he stiffened when you laid your head on him, his heartbeat's muffled pounding through his suit, the way his breathing rocked you to sleep. You've been close before, Chris's trailer did get awfully cold in the winter and you acted as space heaters for each on far more occasions than you could count. But last night seems different. 

You shake the thought out of your head, Vigilante is your friend, your partner, your fellow serial killer. He could never be anything more to you, and you knew that. In a desperate attempt to forget V you think about your upcoming time with Adrian. Your stomach flutters as you think of his terrible attempts at jokes and his nonjokes that ended up being more comedic. You recall how he looked at you whenever you caught him zoning out, his goofy smile and wave. You hope you don't break his heart too much. You sigh and close your eyes, hoping sleep would eventually set in.

You can hear your alarm going off, it certainly didn't feel like you slept for hours. Almost felt as though you merely blinked. Groaning, you rise from your bed to get ready. By 6:30 you're as ready as you can be physically, though your brain still runs rampant with doubts and worries. You know if you don't satiate them now you will have an awful night. 

Without thinking you grab your burner phone out of your purse and dial Chris. "Shadow?" he answers with a groggy voice, he must have been catching up on sleep too.

You're silent for a moment with your mouth slightly agape, unsure what to say. "Relationship advice." You finally settled on.

"Excuse me? You need relationship advice?"

"...yes. I don't really have anyone else to ask."

"What about Vig? You guys seemed awfully close earlier..."

"Would you ask him for relationship advice?"

He ponders over that for a moment, "Alright hit me."

"So say there is someone I like, but I can't tell them about this whole...hobby of ours. I want to pursue them but-"

"Just don't tell them. You have a secret identity for a reason, use it."

"What if I can't hide it and he-they find out?"

"It's a guy?"

"I will neither confirm nor deny that."

"Huh, never saw you to be the type to like dick. That's why I never entertained the idea of or offered a threesome or you know...twosome."

"You think about that? Jesus man how would that even work? I can't take off my mask."

"It's worked out with Vigilante and some chicks in the past."

You take a moment to process that statement, "You and Vig?"

"Yeah?"

"Was it-was it nice?"

"Look let's just get back to the issue at hand. You wonder what'll happen if he finds out?"

"Yes." You look at the clock, 6:45, if you knew Adrian at all you knew he will be there to get you in the next five minutes. "And make it short, I am a little low on time."

"Shadow you've managed to hide your identity from Vigilante for years, and from me for even longer. You'll be fine. If not, we can just kill him so he doesn't rat you out."

"No, you're not gonna need to kill him...I hope." You think about what he said for a moment, you were careful and if you could hide it from them then surely Adrian would be a cakewalk. Your worries are lessened.  "Thanks, P."

"No problem, tell me how it goes when we see each other tomorrow. Just you and me so you can spill it all."

Your other phone buzzs. It's Adrian asking if you were ready to go, followed immediately by a text apologizing for being 10 minutes early. "Look I gotta go."

"Sure thing. Have fun." You are about to hang up when you hear Chris continue, "Oh and if you want to know if it was nice that bad, the offer is always there, might have to double-check with Vig though. Although considering the way he talks about y-" 

"Goodbye Peacemaker." You hang up and text Adrian back, telling him you'll be out in a moment. You sit for a minute more, thinking about what Chris said before sitting up and heading towards the door. 

"So where are we drinking? The Curious Anchor? Annie says it's pretty good...for a back alley bar."

"Annie the cook?" Adrian asks, not taking his eyes off the streetlight. "I never really took her to be the bar type."

"Well considering I'm the only coworker you socialize with that doesn't surprise me. You didn't answer my question though."

"I uh...I made a reservation."

"You can do that at a bar?"

"At a restaurant with a bar you can..."

"Oh you really meant it with the whole date part of your offer didn't you?"

He parks, despite not being to the restaurant yet. He draws in his lips, "We don't have to go. We can go to the Curious Anchor or wherever you'd rather." He moves uncomfortably in his seat, not taking his hands or eyes off the steering wheel. 

Your lips form into a small smile. You reach over and put your hand on his. "I wanna go on this date with you. And if that means going to some fancy restaurant despite being dressed for a bar, so be it." 

He turns to look at you, and you have the strongest urge to kiss him then and there. He clearly has the same desire as your faces come closer together as if pulled by a magnetic force. You stop him, putting your hand gently on his lips before kissing him softly on the cheek instead. He stays in that position for a moment, lips slightly parted against your fingertips before he breaths in and sits back up. "We're close enough to walk if you're okay with that." 

As you both walk to the restaurant, only a few minutes walk, you wonder why you stopped that kiss. You wanted to kiss him and he obviously wanted the same but you stopped it regardless. You just had some odd feeling that it wasn't right. Whatever that meant you didn't know yet.   

Adrian had reserved a table for two near the back, away from some of the bustle of the other patrons. You two are surely a sight to see in a place full of couples in their Sunday best while you both are in your everyday clothes. You get to your side of the table and Adrian pulls the chair out for you before draping the cloth napkin over your lap before pushing you in. As he sits down you joke, "Well if I had known you were such a gentleman I would've gone out with you ages ago."

"Well, who is to say I would've gone out with you if you had asked ages ago?" 

"I don't know maybe your massive crush on me, that's who."

"I don't, didn't-" He stops himself, "Let's start over. Water?" He picks up the pitcher full of lemon water that a waiter had set down a few moments earlier and offers to pour you a glass. 

You nod and hold your glass out, he fills it nearly to the top, leaving enough room for error, just like you taught him. He fills his own and begins taking a large drink. Once he sets the glass down you can truly see his nervousness. "How long has it been since you've been on a date? You seem nervous."

He gulps the water down and pushes his glasses back into place. "I haven't really been on a proper date...ever. I hit puberty later in life, so I kinda missed my chance in school and I just have had too busy a life to even think about that kind of stuff. Until you, I suppose."

"Well if it makes you feel any better I haven't been on a date in years, and I'm not entirely sure any of those would truly count as dates."

"You don't seem nervous though?"

"Oh no I am, trust me. You're just incredibly oblivious to my technique to hide it deep inside." You joke although it was partially true. You are nervous for several reasons, the one you stated being in the top five. "But I am grateful that you've chosen me as your first date." You say, lifting the menu.

"You say that as if you're taking my virginity or something." He jokes.

You laugh, "Well let's just say I'm very honored to be the one to take your date virginity, Adrian."

He smiles at you before lifting his menu as well. A few moments passed in which you both looked at the options, "You should know that you can't take my actual virginity though, I already...took care of that." You set your menu down and look at him in confusion, "Figured I'd let you know so you don't think you're taking all of my virginities."

A breathy laugh escapes you, "Well thanks for letting me know, Adrian. I was fairly certain of the fact but I'm glad you confirmed it for me." You say, the corners of your mouth still high up in a smile.

He takes another large drink of his water, "The pasta looks awfully nice..." 

You hold back a giggle from his desperate attempt to change the subject. "Yeah, they certainly do." Your voice betrays you, he can tell you want to laugh.

"Is it that shocking?" He asks, a bit upset.

Your face relaxes and your expression softens, "No, Adrian. It was just the way you said it. I'm not surprised you've had sex. I mean for fuck's sake you told me you knew how to pleasure a woman the first night we met." Your waiter who was, unbeknownst to you both, standing next to your table waiting to ask for a drink order was certainly confused with what he heard. All he had heard was your last sentence. You saw him out of the corner of your eye as soon as the words left your mouth. "I'll have a margarita, sir, thank you. And sorry that you have to hear our conversations for the rest of dinner."

"Cosmopolitan." 

You wait for the waiter to walk away before speaking again, "You never seemed the sweet drink type."

 "Well, maybe there are a lot of things you don't know about me." He states, moving the straw around in his water.

"Well, here's to hoping we learn more about each other tonight." You raise your glass of water and clink it against his.

The waiter comes back with your drinks after some time, and looks to you both, asking if you are ready to order. You both order the shrimp alfredo, the cheapest thing on the menu. "Everything here is really expensive..." You whisper to Adrian after the waiter leaves you alone again, leaning in slightly.

He leans in to join you, "I know right? Lucky you, you don't have to pay."

"I appreciate the offer Adrian but I can at least pay for the food." You lean back into your chair.

"Oh but-"

"You're paying for the drinks though." 

"That is a dangerous game to play because now I am going to get wasted." He states as he grabs the drink menu.

"So you spend more when it is your own money?" You take a drink of your margarita, too limey for your taste but you can live with it.

"Yeah. I'd feel bad making you spend money on me."

"Adrian I don't get out much, it's not like I have anything else to spend it on." 

"Fine, then I guess you're paying for the desserts too." He snatches the dessert menu to hold next to the drink menu as if he is playing a very unconventional version of Uno. 

"You know if you wanted us to get wasted you should probably actually drink your cosmo."

He looks at his glass, to you, then back to the glass. He snatches it up and drinks it as if it was a shot. He sets it down and the look on his face is of regret. "Cranberry."

 "Have you ever had a cosmo before?" You say as you feel a grin creep up to your face.

"No." He has a disgusted disappointed expression, "I just read the description and thought it'd be good. I thought because it had vodka you were supposed to...well..."

"Take it like a shot." He nod a tiny nod, "You seriously thought that was something you drink as a shot?" You point at the glass as you try to hide your urge to giggle.

"Yeah, I was a bit confused when they brought that glass." He says through a sneer. You stare at his face for a moment longer before you begin to giggle like a child. "I'm gonna get something else." He gets up and strolls to the bar, coming back with a strawberry daiquiri.

You are now taking larger drinks from your own, any thought of Vigilante and your doubts from earlier are pushed aside by your enjoyment of Adrian's company. When he sits back down he takes a drink, "Much better." he smirks. "So, anything you want to talk about? I assume that is what you're supposed to do on these things, not spend time laughing at me."

"It comes from a place of care, Adrian. I only laugh because you bring it out of me." You reassure him.

The corners of his mouth curve into a small smile, "I know. I like to hear you laugh anyway." 

Your stomach flutters and you feel your heart race for a moment as you think to yourself 'Jesus if this is how I react to the first compliment of the night...' Your waiter arrives and sets down your food. 

Adrian looks down at his plate and pokes a piece of shrimp, "You know this is the closest we can get to being whales."

"What?" 

He looks up at you, glasses partially steamy from the food, "Because of the shrimp. They eat shrimp and now we are."

You stare in disbelief for a second to make sure he isn't messing with you, you already know he isn't but you want to be sure before you take a large gulp of your drink. "You just say whatever is on your mind, don't you? No filter stopping those crazy little things that come out of your mouth."

"I have a filter, there are tons of sides to me you haven't seen or even thought of."

You rest your jaw on your fist, "Maybe I have thought of your sides...and fronts. How would you know?" You give a quick glance downward, despite not seeing below his upper stomach due to the table. You can feel the alcohol start to affect you, it has been a long time since you drank so it is taking effect sooner than usual. Either that or the bar put way too much alcohol in the mix. 

Adrian's eyes widen a bit as you see some red form in his cheeks. "I have to pee." He says abruptly before straightening up and practically marching to the bathroom. While you wait for him to get back you decide to order another drink, another margarita. You finish before he is back. 

He returns and you can see the front of his hair is partially damp, he must've splashed some water in his face. You smile at the thought that you could get him just as flustered as he could get you. He takes a sharp breath in before looking down at his food and says, "Time to eat." 

"Sorry if that made you uncomfortable, my statement. I just lose all filters when I drink, you're lucky I said that and didn't just give you my life story." You chuckle dryly. 

He stops in the middle of shoveling food into his mouth, tries to chew it and swallow fast without choking, then continues staring at his plate. "I mean I'm not upset by it, I just...you didn't seem to be the type to flirt like that, especially with me."

You reach over and gently set your hand on his unoccupied hand. He looks at your hand before looking at you, "Well maybe there are a lot of things you don't know about me." He leans in to kiss you again and you pull back quickly, "I just saw you shovel so much shrimp into your mouth dude, I don't wanna kiss that."

He pulls back and takes a large drink of his daquiri, which was already nearly gone "Fair enough." 

He waves down the waiter and you both order more drinks. "Why don't we just eat, talk about..." You struggle to think of something, you can see Adrian trying to think as well. 

"Star Trek?" 

Your eyes light up, "Star Trek, alfredo, and drinks. The perfect trio."

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Little did you know - Kaz Brekker/platonic! Crows x fem! reader

A/n: I don't know where this came from... It's a mess but its like- whatever I guess

Warnings: GORE, DEATH, TORTURE, questionable sanity, this could be disturbing to some people so don't say I didn't warn you!

I do not own six of crows or shadow and bone or it's characters

Summary: The Crows make a vital mistake when trying to get information not knowing that it would cost them everything...

(Gif not mine)

Her hair flows in the wind the only part of her moving the rest still as a serpent creeping up on its prey. Slowly, she starts to move forward as she spots her victims, some pretty little birdy's, just some unusually remarkable crows. If anything went right today the only thing that would be remarkable about them would be their downfall.

She almost yells out in excitement and joy when they wander right into her trap. They walk into her house - a dead merchant's house and go to loot what's left of it.

From her vantage point in the ceiling, she can see everything, from Nina's hands out ready to Matthias beside her. She sees Jesper's darting eyes and Wylan's uneasiness. Moreover, she can even see Inej Ghafa in the shadows high on alert ready to strike at any moment, just in case.

Then her eyes find Kaz and she almost kills him there and then.

He's in his normal attire and he hadn't changed his atrocious haircut either. Yet he's different still, it's the way he's holding himself. Like he feels accomplished.

And even though he has his neutral 'I'm bored' face on Y/n can see through him. She's always been able too and right now he's happy for an easy run. Not a trace of him is guilty or mourning and it's only been one week.

Now that she thinks about it there's not a trace of mourning in anyone.

Balling her hands into fits she nearly screams in agony, they thought she had died and they didn't even care. If she had any doubts before they're gone with just some simple observation.

Yet Y/n still waits and as soon as the Crows get into the trap completely she starts moving.

They had killed her loving parents who worked at a bakery, they had done nothing, nothing wrong. But now they were still six feet under, and she knew it was not just some casualties. Kaz was too precise for that.

She creeps up behind Inej and knocks her out cold before she can even cry out, Y/n catches her body before it can hit the floor and she carefully lays Inej to the said knowing she'll have to tie her up later.

Next is Jesper and Wylan.

For Jesper, she shoots him with a sleeping dart made out of a massively hard metal to control for fabricators and blinds Wylan before doing the same thing to him as well.

Taking out a bomb from Wylan's bag she sets it off. Running towards Nina and before she can use her heartrender abilities, Y/n headbutts her causing her figure to fall to the floor. Unconscious.

Matthias starts sprinting towards her but she simply grabs his shoulder and hits him on a pressure point on his neck and he's out with the rest of them.

It's funny because he taught her that manoeuvre.

"Kaz!" She yells in a shrill voice beckoning him downstairs, did he really leave his little itty bitty Crows alone? Ah, just like he did to her, what they all did to her.

The Crows and Y/n were on a mission and something went wrong, she was shot and they left her to die. She could have been easily saved but they left her and while they did that she remembers - the thing that she remembers most about that night. Kaz leaned down into her ear and said;

'Thanks for the information little snake.'

They had used her to get information, everything she had with them was fake. Everything with Kaz was fake. Every little touch, every little moment, their entire (established) relationship was fake.

"Come down Kazzy I helped you! Now you help me!" She runs up the stairs knowing that there's only one exit, the window. That was extremely high off the ground he would hopefully try to bargain with her first.

Even if he didn't Y/n had brought some rope because he would definitely break his legs at that height.

But Y/n wasn't a little snake now she was a majestic serpent that wielded the screeches of revenge in her venom.

She runs into the room with the window and there he was there in a chair in the shadows looking smug, but the serpent knew it was all just a facade - fake confidence.

Smiling at him she pulls out a second chair from a broken-down desk and places it right in front of him. 'Bang.' It's a simple sound but it echos throughout the room bouncing off the walls into the depths of madness.

"Oh Kazzy, have you come to help me?" She takes her lip in between her teeth and fake trembles.

"Have you come to save me?" Her voice is tiny and it's nothing like it used to be around him, yet he still flinches. He knows she's putting on an act but it still hurts him. And she wants to hurt him over, and over again.

"Y/n... We needed that information, lots of the Dregs' lives were on the line. There is so much more you wouldn't don't understand."

Laughing into the open she secretly pulls out a syringe from her back pocket readying it in her hand.

Instantly her voice changes from the scarce poor girl's voice to a very dark voice. Vengeance was held there and it was like burning your ears in the pits of hell listening to it. The sins and revenge sounded melodic but the torture that laid underneath was horrific.

"Really Rietveld? Did you think I would forgive so easily?"

Kaz's face morphs into surprise at hearing his real last name, Y/n jumps at the chance and she plunges the syringe deep into his neck.

"See you in hell."

___________________TIME SKIP A COUPLE OF HOURS__

All the Crows are tied up to some chairs in the secret basement of the house. The woman waits for what looks like patiently but really she's boiling with excitement.

This is going to be fun.

Finally, the last Crows wakes up and the Serpent takes out her playthings. Just a couple of knives and guns, but those were just her toys the real weapons are the emotional and mental pain she would cause everyone including herself.

"You know why you are here, don't you?" She walks around the room watching every one of The Crows' snarling faces but perhaps some of them held remorse.

Although Y/n was past their pity now. None of the damage could be undone, what's done is done. An eye for an eye.

"Nina darling, this may hurt a bit." Quicker than Jesper's sharpshooter's eye could catch she stabs Nina in the stomach as she yells out in pain Y/n twists the knife back and forth.

Matthias screams out for his lover and after what feels like an internity the serpent pulls the dagger out knowing that she'll just eventually die from blood loss.

Taking a quick look around the room she notices some of the terrified faces and how everyone is on edge. Good, just how she wants it.

"Mörd demjin," Matthias mutters under his breath and Y/n takes his throat in her hand and holds tight enough to choke him.

"Don't call me by the little nickname you gave Kazzy!" She yells furiously holding onto him tighter and tighter. His face starts to become purple and she can hear the yells and screams of the birdy's in the background.

'No! Let go! Matthias! Matthias! Let him go!'

"Any last words?" She jets out her lip before holding onto him tighter and she sees the fury of the ice in his eyes before there's nothing. His eyes roll back lifeless.

"No Matthias! Matthias!" Nina shrieks trying to desperately get out of her chair.

Rolling her eyes with a huff Y/n pulls out a gun and shoots Nina twice in the head.

"Now you're with your lover." She drawls on the word lover and turns to Inej. She didn't really want to do this but she had to cause him all the pain that she could. Even if Inej tried to stop them.

Swiftly she pulls out the knife Inej gave her and kindly kills her with a hard blow to the heart. She doesn't suffer, she just solely died, it's the only kindness the Serpent can afford to give her.

At this point, Jesper and Wylan are openly sobbing and screaming for their friends and for Y/n to please stop. But she doesn't, with blood all over her clothes she makes her path towards her next fool.

"If you were wondering why you couldn't control the bullets, Jesper." She drawls on in a monotone voice. She can see and hear Wylan screaming and it pains her but she doesn't let it show. She lets the Serpent take over or else this will never get done.

Fully becoming the Serpent Y/n places the barrel of her gun up to his heart and she just shoots, no emotion on her face whatsoever.

"A special venom of mine for Grisha. Had some fun testing it."

Going over to Wylan she quickly slits his throat not wanting the little merchling to suffer more than he already has.

She looks at Kaz blankly, he's shaking and he's beyond trying not to show any emotion. Tears are streaming down his face and he's gasping for air. Trembles roll off his body and the agony on his face pierces her hurt.

"Why?" Rietveld finally manages to rasp out. "WHY!" He screams ultimately reaching his breaking point.

"Because Kaz," She whispers in a sickeningly sweet voice lifting his chin with the tip of her pointer finger.

"Everything comes with a price." She pauses letting it sink in.

"And little did you know the price it would cost you."

And that's the story of Sankta Serpentina and Sankt Dirtyhands.

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✨ | A Bad Day

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Summary: You had a bad day at work and Bucky knows that, so takes this chance to brighten your bad day.

Word Count: 2k

Warning(s): Fluff, crying... I think that's about it.

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Locking the door behind you, you lean yourself against your door, sliding to the floor. Tears flowing down your face, you pike your knees up you to the chest, wrapping your arms around them. It was another one of those awful days at work, your face hidden in the nook you made. You slowly sobbed to yourself, trying to express the bad day you had quietly into your house as if it could listen.

The quietness of your rural home thickened the sound of your tears; you sigh deeply into your knees, attempting to catch the breath you longed for. Then, calming yourself, you wipe the tears with the end of your jumper before hearing your phone ring. A few sniffs holding the fact you were crying, you check your phone to see it was your best friend calling.

"Yellop", you softly chime to your best friend on the end of the other line. You can hear an audible laugh. "Yellop doll, how was your day?" The voice you always long to hear at the end of your days. "U-usual", you softly chocked out before continuing ", how about you, old man? How was your day?" You giggle slightly at your remark.

A long pause extended your conversation with him before he broke the silence with a soft laugh through his nose, "usual, same since we last spoke", you smile, getting up, taking the conversation to your couch. Hearing his voice had taken away any sadness you had before you even picked up the phone. "Hey, I'm coming over. I need your help," he says, which piques your interest.

"What does a 107-year-old man need my help for? I'm sure you have all the life experience you need," you joked; Bucky gasps ", ouch, my feelings… they're hurting because of you", he laughs, causing the two of you to roll your eyes at each end of the line. "May I ask what you need help with?" You sat up from the couch, eagerly waiting for his reply.

A steady silence homed their conversation for a few seconds "a date y/n… there is this beautiful woman I want to ask on a date." He sighs.

Your face drops slightly, tears rushing down your face again like the ones before. Quickly wiping the tears, you answer, so Bucky doesn't worry "a date, huh? Since when do you socialise" you half-laughed to yourself sadly. "well… doll. You see, I don't if I'm honest," you both laugh, waiting for him to continue. "But… she is amazing, beautiful, the most incredible person I've met", he boasts to you over the phone.

You couldn't help but wallow in your thoughts for a bit, wishing that it were you he was talking about. But you knew that you two were just made to be the best of friends; despite how you felt towards him, you knew he could never feel the same. It took you a while to collect yourself when Bucky spoke again, breaking your train of thought. "Doll?" Your eyes focus again on your surroundings, coming back to the reality that you wanted to run away from right then and there. "Doll, are you there?" He asks again; you clear your throat "yes! yes… sorry, yes I am." You coughed.

"I am happy for you, Buck! She will be so lucky to have you." You stand up from the couch walking into your kitchen. "I am the lucky one, actually…" he replies softly. You smile at his reply only to realise the context of the conversation before answering back to him, "Well… are you sure you need my help? I feel you have all of that covered. I don't think I could be of much help to you, Buck." You held the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you opened the fridge up to check what was for dinner tonight. "I most certainly do doll. You are a vital part to getting this right," he excitedly says; you could never turn him down.

Even after being his friend for over ten years, you still couldn't say no to him. "Geez, Bucky, you really are serious… I'll have you know, though. I haven't had a boyfriend since I met you, so I'll only be able to give you basic pointers," you laugh to yourself. "Doll, don't worry about it… as long as you're there, that's all I need." He swoons. You couldn't help but laugh, "see, buck, with that attitude, I think she will say yes." You lightly say, "plus, have you asked Steve? I'm sure he has better advice to give," you question. "Yeah, I did… no help there", he laughs.

"Okey dokes, well I'm going to take my shower n stuff… you've got a key so you can let yourself in, alright?" You say, continuing to push through the built-up tears and emotions that halted at your throat. "Okay, doll! See you shortly," he says "see ya, Buck" you smile, hanging up.

Not knowing it, but your world fell before you; you didn't want to lose Bucky to a woman he hasn't even told you about. Then again, you cared for his happiness, that is what he needed after all the trauma he had been put through. You shook off the tears sucking up the pain into your stomach, heading to take a shower.

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Bucky’s POV

"How do I tell her, Steve?" Bucky groans, pacing around the living room, "I love her so goddam much, but I am afraid to lose her. What if she doesn't like me and only sees me as a friend-"Bucky is cut off by Nat, who is sitting on the other side of the couch reading a book. "Bucky, I am going to slap some sense into you soon. She is head over heels for you." She sighs, getting up to leave the room. Bucky continues to pace again, with Steve closely watching.

"Ask her on a date Buck. Go from there," Steve lightly says, leaning back into his seat. "Hey doll, I know we've been best friends for ten years now, but I just wanted to let you know that I've fallen in love with you since the day we met", he frustrates into the palm of his hands. Steve chuckles a bit, "sounds about right", he snorts. Bucky wide-eyed to his oldest friend. "Ahaha, so funn-" he is cut off with a buzzing in his left pocket.

Reaching in, he picks it up "oh, it's just Sam" he rolls his eyes, answering, "what's up, Sam?" Sam sighs "have you talked to y/n recently?" He asks, which immediately makes Bucky furrow his eyebrows "no, why? Has something happened?" A pause before Sam speaks, "Can you check on her, please. She had a rough day at work. I have a feeling she is not at her best at the moment." Bucky's eyes dull hearing that the woman he's in love with is sad "okay, on it. Thanks for letting me know, Sam", he let out a sigh. "I've given her the week off, but please check." He sternly asks. "You have my word Sam" Bucky hangs up, turning to Steve.

"She had a bad day at work…" he frowns before plopping himself on the couch. "Well, buck, this may be a good opportunity to take her out on a date? Or even have a sneaky film night?" He stands up, patting his friend's shoulder. Bucky gives a slight grin, nodding, "Thanks, pal".

Steve walks out of the room, leaving Bucky alone with his thoughts, "okay okay okay, I can do this, I can do this." He hypes himself up, taking his phone pressing your contact that he had on speed dial.

"Yellop" Bucky hears on the other end of the phone; he couldn't help but melt to the sweetness of your voice. It was one he loved so much. It wasn't unusual to call each other; it was a religious routine for the both of you. If one didn't call, the other would. But this time, it was different; Bucky was nervous; it has taken him ten years to work up the courage to ask you out. But he still couldn't, not without seeing your face, not without being able to hold you as he said he loved you and not without comforting you first. He knew you didn't want to burden him with your troubles, so he took it upon himself to make up an excuse just to see you.

After the call, Bucky knew that you'd been hiding your emotions just to have your usual conversation with him. He felt even guiltier when he went on and on about you but never had the guts to tell you that he was talking about you.

Bucky packed a night bag from his room, packing it onto his motorbike before making his way to the local supermarket that was on the way to your house.

He picked up some of your favourite snacks and a bunch of your favourite flowers, securing them on his bike before riding to your house. Then, turning his bike off, he left it parked in your garage, heading inside. He closed the door behind him, walking into the kitchen laying the snacks on the table before heading down the hall into your room. He could hear the shower running and knew you were still in there.

He could hear you singing a soft melody of your favourite song; Bucky smiled, took his shoes off, and set them at the door in the hallway. Bucky flopped onto your soft bed with the flowers he had for you hidden on the bedside away from the bathroom door so you wouldn't be able to see them when you'd come out.

Finishing your shower a few minutes later, you wrapped your hair in a towel. Drying yourself and popping on your oversized henley, the same one Bucky had given you all those years ago when you had nothing to wear the first time you slept at his. You put some undies on and Van's socks. Using the dryer to dry your hair, you fitted your thick hair into a messy bun with your black scrunchy. "Alright", you took a deep breath before heading out to see Bucky lying on your bed.

"Oh, Buck! Hey," you smiled at him. His head was comfy on the bedsheets; he turned to see you, a bright smile upon his face. "Hey, doll," he noticed straight away that you weren't wearing any pants, something he was used to but not used to at the same time. You'd always make a fuss over going to bed with pants on; you hated wearing pants to bed. So you just opted for socks. "So", you sigh, flopping on the bed next to him. "Who is the girl?" You asked, turning your body to the side facing him. He chuckled, rolling over the edge of the bed, coming back to meet you, your favourite flowers in his hand; you both were face to face.

"You"…

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You look at him, jerking your face back a bit in surprise but totally melting seeing the flowers. "M-me?" You reply; Bucky smiles, brushing the hair from your face nodding, "It's always been you y/n." His arm caressed your cheek, and you couldn't help but rest yours on his. You kissed the inner of his hand before taking the flowers leaving them on the bedside table.

"You know how long I've wanted to tell you that I love you" you smiled almost in tears; wrapping his metal arm around your waist, Bucky pulled your body close to his "And you know how long I've wanted to say the exact same thing" he rested his head against yours "I am in love with you y/n, I've loved you ever since I met you". You sniffled, cupping his cheek before leaning in, kissing his chapped lips; he leaned into him, kissing back "and just when I thought I was going to have to let you go, you prove me wrong," you chuckled through your tears.

He chuckles with you. "I couldn't tell you on the phone. I had to be here. Plus, Sam told me you had a bad day, so I wanted to be with you." You smiled, giving him the biggest hug. "Thank you, Buck. Thank you for doing this" he kissed the top of your head.

"You're welcome, love", he smiled.

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[imgoingtofreakoutnow]

An old friend - Part 3

Summary: The picnic has come and so the time to face Anthony on what you discovered, but will everything go as planned?

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!reader

Other characters: Hyachint Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington

Words: 3.0k+

Warnings: slight angst (?), fluff, again some yearning

A/n: This has been quite difficult to finish, I had different ends in mind but none seemed to fit well the flow... I hope you’ll like this! Also, I may post other parts in the future but for now, count this as the final one. ENJOY!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Gif's not mine, credit to the rightful owner

When the time came to attend the picnic in Hyde Park, the day was nothing but perfect: the sun, for the special gathering, had decided to come out of the clouds to honor everyone with its presence and a warm breeze enveloped every figure walking through the gardens or simply resting on the grass with its embrace. Even the London sky didn’t look like its normal self, with no grey clouds all over; just a few white stripes painting the bright blue canva. In other words, the epitome of a summer day.

However, sat under the gazebo playing cards with Hyacinth, Eloise and Penelope, you felt much worse than a rabbit caught under the wheel of a carriage.

"Miss Y/N/L". You turned towards Hyacinth, who was pointing at the cards. "It's your turn"

"Very well..." you sighed, throwing in the space between the four of you the first card that came in your hand. Winning the game was the least of your problems.

You had spent all night rolling from one side of your bed to the other, playing and replaying every possible scenario in your head, looking for the right way to ask Anthony what you wanted to know without sounding too accusatory. Nevertheless, it was hard to face the man when he was nowhere to be found!

He had just a moment to greet you with a quick kiss on your hand - which, you couldn't help, had made your heartbeat rise as a river during a flood - before being taken hostage first of many beautiful debutants, second of their meddlesome mothers and lastly of some old friends from boarding school.

Right now he was somewhere in the park with them, possibly reminiscing of that one time they put black ink in the professor's shoes... or something similar to that, you imagined. You weren't so sure of what sort of jests could boys come up with.

"Miss Y/N/L". Hyacinth's voice reached you again through the bubble of your thoughts. You put down another card. It took you a second after that to realize that Eloise had no cards in her hands anymore, thus making her the winner.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry" you apologised, putting your left cards back in the deck. "I hope you didn't ask me anything while I was lost in my mind"

"Just if you were alright, miss" explained Penelope. "Did you sleep well last night? You look quite tired"

You sighed. There was no sense in keeping that a secret. "Not quite. Some matters just seemed to be stuck in my head and decided not to leave for the night"

Eloise's eyes sparked in interest. "What kind of matters?" she asked, eating a strawberry.

"Nothing relevant at all" you assured with a smile, but from the look on Eloise's face, you knew she wasn't finished asking.

"No irrelevant matter could keep anyone awake for an entire night" she pointed out. "But I know what matters could..."

Penelope sighed. "Eloise..."

"Family matters" she started, raising her index, "and heart matters". She bent slightly towards you with the Bridgertons' signature smile on. "Which does apply to you?"

You scoffed. "Neither, of course". As you lowered your gaze to the messy deck, the rays of the sun felt suddenly more focused on your face than on anyone else's.

"Heart matters, that is!" Eloise exclaimed with a single clap, her eyes smiling brighter than her grin. "Do we know the lucky gentleman who caught your eye? Or perhaps he is from the countryside? Don’t tell me: are you two secretly engaged?"

Before your cheeks became the same shade of wine, a deep voice intruded the conversation: "You shouldn't badger our guest with your inquisitiveness, Eloise"

Your head shot up to meet Anthony's gaze. Even though your feelings towards him were mixed at the moment, seeing him washed you over with a warm, soothing sensation, as the need of his touch grew within you.

Eloise huffed, standing up from her seat, immediately followed by miss Featherington. "You are a bore, dear brother. I have nothing else to say on this matter". Then, taking Penelope's arm in hers, she walked away, already whispering in her best friend's ear.

"Anthony, do you want to play with us?" asked Hyacinth, already preparing the deck for another round.

Anthony smiled gently at her. "Maybe later" he said, pinching lightly her cheek. "Why don't you go play with Gregory now? I've heard he wanted to see if he could find rabbits near the bushes... or perhaps even goblins"

Hyacinth gasped. "Without me?!". She quickly and clumsily got up in her dress and, after a small curtsey to you, she was running on the grass to who-knows-where.

Now that the cover was clear, Anthony laid down next to you, pointing his elbow on the ground to keep himself up. After adjusting in a comfortable position, he sighed, looking in the direction in which Hyacinth ran off.

"Should you think she'd be angry to find out I lied to her?"

You smirked, taking a card from the deck and fidgeting it in your hands. "About Gregory or the goblins?"

Anthony turned to you, raising his eyebrows. "Both?"

You shook your head, giggling ever so slightly. "You, Lord Bridgerton, are incorrigible: lying like this to your youngest sister... what a rascal"

A corner of his lips tilted upwards. "You should not talk like this to a viscount, miss Y/L/N" he murmured. His hand moved to your arm, his fingers stroking your bare skin, lighter than a feather touch and equally tingling. "I would say it was quite improper"

At this words you moved away from him, just enough so that his fingers could only touch the empty space between you. He searched your face but you were still staring at your card.

"I believe we should talk, my lord” you said, your voice still and steady more than what you expected. “However...", you looked at Benedict and Colin, who had just appeared in your sight and were directed towards the gazebo, "...maybe a walk would be best suited for such matters"

Even with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Anthony nodded, standing up again and offering his hand to help you. You gently accepted and he pulled you up. Nonetheless your feet got caught in the cover, making you lose your balance and ending up in his arms.

"I-I'm terribly sorry" you muttered, raising your gaze to his and finding him already staring at you. The warmth of his hands, steadying you, got past your gloves terribly easily and you found that being there, pressed against his chest, so near to his heart, was the only place were you wanted to be.

You took a couple of steps back, smoothing your wrinkled dress and taking a deep breath in. His closeness was like opium to you: even the slightest hint and you lost your mind; and unfortunately right now, you had to be present.

He cleared his voice, handing politely his arm to you. "Shall we go?". You nodded joining your arms and moved with him on the beaten pathway.

A few minutes passed in complete silence, as you tried to find the right words to start. Apart from sporadic pairs walking the opposite direction, you were the only ones strolling in the park at that time of the day, when the sun shines so bright it could make the blood in your veins boil; only birds kept uninterrupted their concert.

"Are you upset because I didn’t honor you with my presence all morning?" guessed Anthony, raising his eyebrows. “Trust me, I would’ve gladly spent more time with you than with any of my other acquaintances”

You shook your head, a smile gracing your face. "Certainly not, my lord: your family was very kind to me in your absence" you assured him. "Besides I'm not upset... I just want answers to what I've heard"

"And what, pray tell, have you heard?"

You moved your gaze from his; there was no way to sweeten the pot. "I've heard that, in certain circles, you are considered a rake; and" you added, before he could stop you, "that you've been spending time with various women last season, opera singers from what these rumours told me"

"And you believe these rumours, miss Y/L/N?". His voice didn't show any emotions but his muscles were tense as an arp string.

"That is why I'm asking you, my lord. I wish to believe it a lie, but your actions yesterday, as appreciated, had boldness in them... quite like Sir Feversham's"

Anthony stopped in the middle of the path, his jaw clenched. "Don't compare him to me, I am nothing like him”. His dark eyes seemed coal ready to be set on fire. “I would've never forced you into anything-"

"I know". You squeezed gently his arm against your side. "I know that, Anthony. Nonetheless, I’ve been wondering since last night if you consider me just as one of those opera singers and you’ll leave me alone like you did to them: my honor undermined and a broken heart to fix..."

"Do you really think I would do something like that?"

You raised your eyes to meet his. The lump in your throat, seeing the hurt look on his face, triplicated. "Haven't you done it before?"

Anthony clenched his jaw again, avoiding your gaze. Many emotions crossed his eyes before he closed them for a moment. Then, after giving a quick look all around, he started guiding you towards an almost hidden path through the hedges.

"Where are you taking me?" you asked, confused and slightly frightened by the sudden change of course.

He glanced towards you with his lips curved. "You did want answers, didn't you?". When you nodded, Anthony slid his hand in yours. "Then there is absolutely no need to worry, miss Y/L/N, I can assure you that" he whispered, preceding you in that natural maze.

As you followed him, jumping over ponds of mud, protruding roots and avoiding overhanging branches, it felt for a moment like you were back in one of the fantasies you two came up with as kids, exploring the deep amazonian jungle in search of a lost civilisation or a hidden temple behind a waterfall; you couldn't believe they belonged to such a long time ago...

The hedges surrounding you ended abrubtly, opening on a clearing that looked like an illustration from a storybook: the grass, kept perfectly cut in the rest of the park, reached knee height there and, in between the stems, flowers popped out in the vivid green, their bright colours catching your eye.

However what left you mouth agape was the modest pavilion in the centre. Its classic columns, with ivy crawling around them, had almost invisible cracks on their surface, and the marble, if once polished, was now covered with a thick layer of dust and dead leaves. Still, even so neglected, its ruined beauty left you speechless.

"How... how did you manage to find this place?" you asked in a whisper, your fingers caressing the tall grass as you approached the pavilion.

"In the most common and simple way”. At your confused glance, he smiled mischievously. “Hiding from my mother"

“You even hid from your mother, my lord?” you smirked.

“Everything to escape her matchmaking schemes” Anthony laughed before a sad smile appeared on his lips. “Nevertheless, it was years ago, when I was still allowed to act as a foolish young man, from time to time”. He left your hand and started unbuttoning his tailcoat.

As he took it off to put it on the marble bench, your gaze wandered on his shoulders and down his arms, framed by his tight waistcoat and usually concealed under that thick layer of blue velvet.

"Shall we start?" he asked, gesturing for you to sit next to him.

You took a seat and noticed how Anthony was wringing his hands, his body again all tensed up. Without uttering a word - it was his time to speak - you took his hand in yours, stroking your gloved thumbs on his skin.

"I must say" he started, "that the market’s gossip is quite accurate... but still not enough to be a reliable source” - then, after a sigh - “because yes, I am a rake - or at least I can be consirered one - and yes, I spent most of last season at the opera house. However, unlike what those women told you, my only company was one beautiful and indipendent lady, whose name I’d rather keep unknown"

He looked at you, almost asking for your permission. "Of course, my lord, I understand". Anthony nodded thankfully before letting his tongue on the loose.

He told you everything you needed to know, his gaze fixed on nothing, eyes lost in memories that you could only try to picture in your head. Every emotion he’d felt in the past crossed his face as he spoke of every step of the affair, from their first meeting to their very last goodbye. You saw how difficult was for him to remember that latter part, even though months had passed since then. After all, no love can ever be truly forgotten.

"Looking back, I’ve realized only recently that she broke my heart just as much as I broke hers" he admitted, his gaze falling on your joined hands. “She deserved much better than the transitory pleasure I was able to give her... I still slightly regret what we could’ve been, but there’s no use in mourning the past”. He stroked gently the palm of your hand. “I’ve found the present to be an unexpected and more appreciated bearer of happiness”

You blushed as his eyes set on you, a welcome sincerity lighting them. However, there was still something, in a deep corner of your mind, that wouldn't let you enjoy the moment completely.

"Thank you for telling me all about it, Anthony" you said, watching him trace abstract figures on your hand. "But I do have one last question"

He moved your hand to his mouth, placing a kiss on your covered wrist and lingering with his lips on that small spot. "You can ask me anything, Y/N"

After a deep breath, you fixed your eyes in his. "What am I to you?"

He furrowed his brows, confused. "I beg your pardon?"

"I do believe you fancy me" you started, looking away and fidgeting your hands as you spoke, "but I can't quite understand if your intentions with me are honorable or if you're simply using my company to your likings"

Anthony shook his head. “That’s nonsense, I would never-”

"Then do you intend to propose to me?" you asked, a rush of boldness flowing in your veins. “You know me, more deeply than any man I’ve ever met, and I found myself drawn to you in a way I’ve never experienced before... and I believe you feel the same”. He stared at you in silence. "I thought you wanted to marry as soon as you found a suitable lady..." you added, his stillness making your heart ache. "Am I not enough to be your wife?"

"Don't". Anthony cupped your face, his hands warm on your skin. "Do not say something like that ever again. You are not only more than enough, but more than I could've ever hoped to find... your intelligence astounds me just as much as your beauty hypnotizes me and I do believe you shall become one of the most accomplished Viscountess of Bridgerton that ever walked this Earth"

As his words beat in your mind ritmically with the pounding of your heart, you held your breath. "...but?"

"But I've rushed things in the past and burned everything I'd built to the ground, myself included. I don't want to make any mistakes with you, and if that means doing things properly, then be it". He stroked your cheek gently and you unconsciously leaned in his touch. "I've lost you once and I surely shall not make the same mistake twice"

You smiled, tears menacing to roll down your cheeks at any moment.

"Don't cry" he whispered, leaving a light kiss on your forehead and you laughed. His lips were as soft as you pictured them in your dreams.

"Don't mind my wet eyes... I'm just- I've never felt this happy before"

He smiled, placing one hand on yours. "Let's hope this will never change then". You nodded, smiling even wider.

So, as the sun went down and the wind kept blowing, you stayed there, talking, laughing, making up for all the lost time, in that little clearing out of time, and you wished you could stay there forever...

“We should go now” Anthony got up from its place. “It’s getting dark”

Making your way back in the reality it felt like waking up from a long, sweet dream, one that makes you wish you could sleep forever.

Your carriage was already waiting you at the edge of the park. Anthony helped you get into it as the gentleman he was. “Goodnight, miss Y/L/N”

“Goodnight, Lord Bridgerton” you smiled down at him, your hand still in his. “And thank you for the wonderful day”

He smirked and kissed your knuckles lightly, lingering again on the same spot where he kissed you for the first time. “The pleasure was all mine, my lady. I shall see you soon”

“Of course” you whispered not capable of even breathing. Anthony smiled, letting go of your hand as a footboy closed the door of the carriage. Then the coachman incited the horses and you were off in the night.

Resting on the soft pillows inside, you sighed, your eyes fixed on the stars outside the window. “Until next time”

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[spencerscoven]

— sad girl

about ; Spencer wants you more than anything, but he already has someone waiting at home for him.

gif by saramichellesgellar

CONTENT WARNING: smut, oral sex (fem receiving), slight choking, fingering, semi public intercourse, unprotected sex, cheating, brief mentions of violence, slight angst

a/n : came out of the fic closet for this <3 any request, concepts, or if you would like to be in a tag list, send your request to my inbox !! and enjoy

Being a mistress on the side, it might not appeal to fools like you...

What you could never tell a soul was that it started months before, weeks before he had ever first officially laid his hands on you. The lingering eyes, antsy hands, the words that had meant something else that went unsaid. They had implied the words that Spencer would never say out loud, in fear of the guilt that lined his stomach: I want you. But I have her.

Creeping around on the side, would not be something you would do...

JJ kissed him on the cheek, hands softly massaging the knots of his shoulders while she whispered the words that announced, "something came up..." and with that, she left Spencer with the taste of desire on his lips as his eyes gaped towards your direction. He watched you like he always did when he got a chance, seeing how the tips of your fingers ran across the edge of your cubical, your legs cross and eyebrows furrowed in thought. He knew what you were reading— only because his eyes glazed over the same file. The unsub was a 43 year old man with the signature of engraving x's into his victim's chests. And he wondered, thought hard, if you could focus on the case while you wore a skirt that tight.

"JJ's gone? Hotch just left, looks like it's just you and me. Now, what do you think of this?"

You inquired, shocking Spencer into looking up to see you standing beside him, the steps you took to get there unknown to him at the time they had happened. He pinched his thigh through his slacks. Get a grip.

You slid into his cubical next to him, stacking "The Narrative Of John Smith" in the next corner, along with his other books that were too advanced for you to even begin to understand, so you could sit your hips on his desk and place the annotated file next to him.

"So, I've found that Avery Pincher was abandoned by his mother at eight. She found another life elsewhere, and he didn't fit into the picture... you get the gist of it all," You looked up and smiled sheepishly, flattening out the top of your skirt which allowed Spencer's eyes to heed recognition of the smooth goosebumps laid on your thighs. He wanted skin to skin, mouth to mouth.

But you haven't seen my man... you haven't seen my man.

"Cold?" He questioned, sight trailing up your torso, only to see that your eyes already met his.

He could keep this up like he had for months, he could act like he couldn't cut though the tension between them. He could imagine that Morgan didn't squint his eyes at him every time he said your name in the conference room. He could set his hopes on thinking he had enough strength to go home and meet JJ, make love to her instead of fantasizing about fucking you. It was part of his job, bending people to his decree and staying in control. But he just didn't have the will when it came to you.

"Cold? No Reid— So I studied the letters his mother sent him after she left, all of them signed with an X, for kisses, as she signed them off. She thought it was endearing, he didn't seem to like it... hence his signature and the victims looking like her—"

"Then why do you have goosebumps?" He announced, rather than asked, as his long fingers wrapped around the top of your knee. He felt you take in a sharp breath before he heard it.

He's got the fire, and he walks with flames...

"Think about what you're doing, Reid. You think I haven’t caught onto these little things? Because I have,” Your words were spoken with quiet vexation even though you leaned towards his chest, but most importantly they told him that you knew. Your eyes were criminal, finally revealing your awareness of the depraved cat and mouse game that kept up between the two of you.

You'd seen the way he watched you. You'd felt his eyes down your blouse, his fingers that ghosted too long on your waist as he opened the door for you in the mornings. You’d spent nights thinking, rationalizing that Spencer was brilliant, and surely knew what was good for himself. You fought so hard, only to land on the realization he was just a man. A man with an insufferable craving in the pit of his stomache.

"I can feel your pulse. I have thought about this. Day in, day out. You don't think I've seen you looking too?" He stood, hands dragging further up your legs, to your waist, under your skirt, your hipbone, the insides of your thighs to feel your heat. He couldn't stop the soft smile forming on his lips when you sighed.

"Here you are, ass on my desk, pussy right in front of me, and you're telling me you didn't know this was bound to happen?”

His Bonnie on the side, his Bonnie on the side...

His lips mashed into yours, wasting no time, both your breaths hitching as teeth clashed and he fought to destroy you, to drown you in dizziness and lust. Finally, finally, finally, skin to skin, mouth to mouth. With his hands wrapped around your neck, nails digging in and stifling the moans threatening to uprise in your throat as he held you back from his lips, allowing you to gaze up drunkenly as your head lulled back and forth.

"I've barely touched you." You could hear the smirk in his voice, sticking your tongue out as he slowly pulled at your wet panties, your black skirt already bunched up your waist.

"This is what you want?" He mockingly laughed, gathering his saliva and spitting upon your tongue, serving his passion with hostility.

Obediently, you swallowed, thrusting your lower half into his own abdomen before your lips connected again, good sense and respect thrown out the window as you two forgot completely about the world outside, allowing each other to envelop each whole.

"You've been waiting to do this forever, I can taste it on my lips... so go ahead and ruin me." You murmured softly, as if the building was full and it was only meant for him to hear, but roughy in nature, your hands reaching for his cock that was already hard and showcasing a tent in his pants. Spencer slapped them away, placing your hands back on the edge of the desk as he situated himself in the leather chair of his office, pulling your pussy closer to his face.

"Spencer—"

"I think about you a little more than I should. I think about this," He hungrily ran his middle finger down your vagina, spreading your wetness from your hole to your clit, basking in the way it glimmered off the insides of your thighs before placing the tip of his finger between his lips, a selfish act. "well, I think about this a lot."

You reach your hands down to cup his cheeks in silent approval, his pupils dilated while he begins to pump just his middle finger in and out at a steady pace, your hips thrusting up to meet his just seconds before his tongue pounces. At first he doesn't hear your noises— too focused on your taste and allure as he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks, adding another finger. Above him, you grasp the short cubical wall, holding on as if you'd fall into endless abyss without it, making animalistic noises that make Spencer think he could die right there and here, his face and fingers buried in your cunt. He's a man of science, yet he thinks he's seen God.

He witnesses you grab his head of hair, pushing him up against you and grinding up and down as if you couldn't get enough, shouting his name, and spouting your release on his lips. You twitch, riding out your high with his face planted between your legs and your soul located on another planet.

You look down to witness Spencer cleaning you off with his tongue, his mouth swallowing your wetness that had spread to your thighs, his hips under a spell, causing them to thrust into the empty space, allowing you to realize in that moment that he hadn't even noticed he was doing it, either. You grab him by the top of his sweater bringing his face to your level with a simple request,

"Fuck me, Spencer?"

He smiles gleefully, reaching down to unbuckle his trousers that already spotted precum on the front of them, a moan rising lowly in his throat.

"I need to get this dick inside of you before I cum." He pumps himself a few times, before pushing into your cunt, hand rising to hold your legs back, unable to keep the strident moan from coming out of his throat, your fingernails drilling into his hips, waist, mouth, neck, anything you could grasp.

He's got the fire and he walks with flames...

One after the other, his hips snap to yours quickly, meeting in a smack as his thumb connects between the both of you in circles to rub, coaxing your second orgasm out.

He's got the fire and he talks with flames...

You both moan out, cumming over one another, producing what Spencer would call "the perfect melody", if there had ever been one.

He kisses you one last time, and this time's different. It feels like longing, and you can't be too sure as you draw back to look at him and he stares blankly across the room, breath heavy. You watch as he bends to look through his desk, pulling out a tissue and wiping his cum from your core softly, eyes focused on anything but your face before he's shoving it into his pocket to dispose of outside the office.

What shocks you most is when he takes your peach panties that were once discarded on the floor and tucks them into his desk, under files, for safe keeping. But Spencer still won't meet your eyes.

You hoist your hips up, sliding off the surface of the wooden desk to spread out your skirt, now wrinkled, and to sweep your hair out of your face, that to your surprise, he does himself to catch your attention.

"Look, I just..." He begins, and you bite your lip, the realization of what you've done setting in.

In the back of your mind, you know what makes you actually feel bad. It’s the fact that you don't feel much remorse, if at all, and it causes the high tides of your mind to drown, shame swallowing you from the inside out. The lingering touches, the stares— the everything, they happened before Spencer and JJ. You reminisce, afraid to blink, scared that you’d see the memories of Spencer telling you about her would come flashing behind your eyelids, replaying like they always did at night.

Before he was JJ's, he was yours. Part of you begged to say he still was, even though you watched who he walked into the office with each day when they exited the same car, hand in hand. You tilted your head, as if to encourage him to go on, to finish telling you he regretted it, even if his eyes showed the opposite. There was not a single chance in the world that he could utter what he really wanted to, not after he had been pining after her for years. Not one of you were stupid enough to do that and you knew it.

His Bonnie on the side, his Bonnie on the side, makes me a sad, sad girl...

"I just wanted to tell you that I know we shouldn't have done this but—"

He glances down as the phone in his left pocket begins to ring, and before he even pulls it out, both of you are eerily aware of exactly who it is, the ironical energy of it all lingers in the air as Spencer gives you a sad look, picking up the phone.

"Hello? Oh— no. I was just getting ready to leave. Just finishing up the night." He looks right at you, contemplating, before cleaning off the rest of your wetness on his chin with the sleeve of his jumper. He’s just fucked you silly, only to go home to her.

You find yourself shoving your heels on and collecting your things off your desk across the room, his eyes following you and doing the same.

I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl...

Spencer walks beside you to the doors of the BAU, knowing that hours from now, in the morning, you’d both come to work. You'd act like it never happened, avoid and ignore each other, until wondering hands wondered again. Until then, Spencer would deny himself of the woman he spent his time thinking about. He’d act as if he didn't need you.

He placed his hand on your lower back as he opened the doors ahead of you, slinging his messenger bag strap higher up his shoulders, and let his fingers dawdle there for just a second more than needed, the signal not unbeknownst to you. With just the two of you here, he loiters on the idea that that cannot ever be, you and him. And on his lips he tastes spite, mixed with wishful thinking.

I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl, I'm a mad girl.

part 2

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[enchantedblackrose]

All the Pieces Pt 3

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All the Pieces

Sirius Black/Fem Reader

Warnings: unedited, mild language, alcohol consumption, brief mentions of underage drinking, small mention of bullying. Lengthy author's notes at the end. Also this was a huge PIA to write so hopefully it doesn't read too disconnected

Part 1|| Part 2|| Part 4|| Part 5

Part 3 of ?

When you touch me gently I remember how you know And the sun shines rings around your smile And I'm here laughing like a child -Pieces, Dan Powell

If it was any other person on your doorstep, you'd probably berate them for inducing that almost heart attack you just experienced. Instead you grab the familiar face by the sleeve of his worn jacket, pulling him into your living room.

"I could deck you, Remus John Lupin. I thought someone came for him. Ugh. Come here." Your arms wrap  around him for a tight hug, which he returns. "He's here, Remus. He's safe." You feel Remus let out a deep sigh of relief. Pulling away, you look at him with gentle scrutiny, knowing what a toll last night took on him. "You look awful. Did you walk far? You should've told me you were coming. I could have met you."

Remus shakes his head. "I caught a train and apparated most of the way."

"Stop fussing over him, y/n. Let the poor man get past the door."  Sirius's teasing voice calls out from behind you; no doubt his canine ears allowed him to hear the familiar voice even through the closed bedroom door and knew it was safe to come down.

The two men embrace; this encounter being much more relaxed than their last. No Peter, no warranted need for revenge, no threat of execution.

As you all stand in your living room, a haunting thought hits you: you three are it, the last of your true friends. Peter is the traitor. You suppress a shudder, swearing to make the most of this moment.

"You know," you say with a grin, "I happen to have a large bottle of firewhisky. Fancy a drink, boys?" Sirius's grin mirrors your own. Remus has a small tentative smile, but it's all the encouragement you need to send you to the kitchen to fetch the bottle.

The small, quaint kitchen appears even smaller with the disregarded dishes from breakfast still sitting out on your table. The sight causes a small frown to appear on your face. All the rest of the morning and most of your afternoon had been lost to the unplanned nap with Sirius. You fill your sink with soap and hot water. A few flicks of your wand and your dirty dishes are submerged in the water, scrubbed, and rinsed. The process begins again as now clean plates make their way to the drying rack, which is concerning because you dont believe you cast a spell for that. Confused, you turn to see Remus in the kitchen. He winks and wordlessly reaches your top cabinet without so much of a stretch to retrieve the bottle of firewhisky. You follow him back to the livingroom, toting three glasses.

"Cheers to freedom," you say once everyone has a full glass, "and to being reunited with old friends."

"You hear that, Remus? She thinks we're old." You roll your eyes good naturedly. Remus rests a hand on Sirius's shoulder, giving it a brotherly pat. "We are old," he says simply, before all three of you raise your glasses to your lips, sipping at the burning liquid. You each settle comfortably in your living room. Remus sits in the armchair, leaving the overstuffed couch for Sirius and you. You sit at an end, while he opts for the middle seat, but in a respectable distance of your space. The bottle of alcohol sits in arms reached on the coffee table.

"I thought you swore off this stuff y/n." Remus says with a twinkle in his eye as he takes another drink from his glass. "You know, considering your history with it.." You groan and Sirius throws his head back in laughter.

"I almost forgot," Sirius says breathlessly from laughing. "Was that seventh year?"

"Sixth. Just before we got together. I suppose I was trying to impress you," you tell him.

"You matched me drink for drink that night."

"Which was mad seeing how I never had a drink before. I spent all next morning and afternoon in bed, throwing up. It was awful."

"You're forgetting the best part," Remus interjects.

"Dancing on top of that old table in the Shrieking Shack, singing the chorus of "Rock and Roll all Nite" at the top of my lungs was far from the best part. I only wish I could forget it."

"That wasn't singing, love. More like cats dying," Sirius quips while he and Remus laugh. You say nothing, well aware how accurate the description fits. You take a long drink from your glass.

"Yes, well as, uh, entertaining as that moment was, I wasn't referring to it," says Remus. You look at him questioningly. "Have you forgotten sneaking into the Slytherin boys' dorm, stealing all their robes, turning them hot pink, changing the crest to a mountain troll, and then returning them to the dorm?"

"Oh,  Merlin. That was the same night wasn't it? James had never been so keen on lending me his invisibility cloak until I concocted that plan!" The two men laugh and you join in.

"You know most of my other friends thought I was strange for being into muggle music." You say as the laughter dies down.

"Lily shouldn't have?" Sirius asks after he swallows his drink.

"No. You're forgetting Lily and I weren't friends first. We didn't really talk or hang out until she and James started dating."

"That's right. I forgot. I remember the two of you constantly together."

"Because we bonded over you two idiots. Prior to that, she never came out and said it, but I think she thought I was daft hanging around you lot most of the time. The other girls were more forgiving, but they had crushes on you all." You give a careless shrug. It was no secret how sought after the boys had been in their schooldays.

"I never quite understood how you became friends with us," Remus says.

"It was easy with you. You were so nice, calm, dependable, and not obnoxious. Peter…" you pause, choosing words carefully, not wanting present feelings to influence memories. "He was quiet and lonely. Pretty much agreeable. Again, easy. James and Sirius? I was determined to never speak to either after that boat ride our first night."

"We saved your life that night!" Sirius interjects.

"You two were the reason it needed saving! Standing up in a fucking boat because you two saw whatever in the lake. James knocking me overboard in the process."

"It was a giant squid and we rescued you."

You roll your eyes. "I was drenched, freezing and completely mortified. And as apologetic as James was, he kept calling me the wrong name." You all laugh. 

"It wasn't until second year that I thought they might be okay. We had already become friends," you say looking at Remus. "I missed about a week of classes due to acute bronchitis. You spent time with me afterwards, helping me catch up. When you missed later that month, I was ready to return the favor."

Remus nods, remembering the time fondly. "You were an excellent note taker. Much better than the other three."

"Did you even take notes?" You ask with a playful glance to Sirius.

"In second year? Probably not." He grins ever so cheekily. You shake your head, but are smiling.

"So we became friends and you befriended James and Sirius by default?" Remus muses.

Sirius feigns hurt. "Are you implying we were some sort of consolation prize?"

"Actually," you interject, "They saved me once again. A group of four older boys were harassing me, just dumb taunts and knocking my books out from my hands. They came right over, not caring about being outnumbered. Got the gits to leave me alone. James finally learned my name and I realized Potter and Black weren't so awful after all."

"Those guys were jerks. It didn't sit well with us to see anyone bullied like that."

"Unless of course it was Snape," you counter.

"That was different," Sirius's free hand clenches into a fist as he takes a hard drink.

Remus is quick to change the subject. "Do you still have that remembrall?"

"The one we enchanted to go red only for James? Mhm! It's at my flat in the city."

"Do you mean our flat?" Sirius asks.

Your smile falters. "No. Sirius. I got a different place. After…everything. It was too hard."

A deafening silence falls. Each of you taking long sips from your glasses.

"Oh!" You jump up suddenly, which given your somewhat inebriated state is not the brightest idea. You stumble slightly, but Sirius steadies you, grabbing you by your hips. His fingers linger and your eyes meet. You lose yourself; for a moment you're sixteen again and his touch is more intoxicating than the alcohol. His gaze tells you he feels the same.

Remus clears his throat loudly before taking a drink from his glass.

"Thanks," you mumble, setting your glass on the table.

Sirius releases you from his grasp, though you still feel the ghost of his touch. "'Tis no trouble, darling." You sense his eyes on you as you disappear from the room, heading upstairs. Your head is buzzing, but you blame that on the alcohol…

You return downstairs to the living room, the fetched item tucked securely out of sight under your arm, and find the boys, men talking with easy smiles. It makes you so happy to witness and spend this time together. Your presence has their full attention.

"Follow me, please." You fill your glass with more firewhisky. Sirius mimics the gesture and offers Remus a refill, but he just shakes his head no and silently indicates to the liquid still in his glass. You grab your wand and lead your little group outside to the backyard. The sun sits low in the west, the sky becoming more plum and black than pink and gold. Buckbeak sits on the ground near your shed, one wing tucked over its head.

You hand Sirius your wand and then produce his prisoner robes. He laughs and even Remus looks as if he approves. Sirius waves your wand and the dingy, tattered garment is set ablaze. 

After a while, you all make your way back inside. You prepare a light dinner and the eating and drinking continue with more laughs and shared memories. Hours pass. The contents of the bottle nearly drained signal the night coming to an end.

"I'm one drink away from dancing on tabletops and singing, or, screeching some A-ha, or something equally as embarrassing." you laugh. "I'm going to bed. Remus, I offered Sirius your room, but you're welcome to the couch. There are blankets and pillows in the hall closet." 

"Thank you, y/n. But I should be going."

"What? No. Stay. I insist. I need to see your bemused face sipping tea when I come downstairs with a bloody hangover and you're just fine."

Remus grins. "I hate depriving you both of such a moment, but I have an appointment tomorrow morning. I've already rented a room." You frown but don't press the issue any more. "Though if you don't mind, I thought I'd travel by floo."

"Of course. Help yourself. Powder is on the mantle." You hug him close and kiss his cheek. You excuse yourself, giving the other two time to say goodbye.

As you head for the bathroom, you pause hearing their low voices.

"I'm so sorry, old friend, for believing you... betrayed them. I should have known better. I-"

"There's nothing to forgive. I doubted you, too. The war made us all fear the worst.."

Mentally, you chastise yourself for eavesdropping and begin washing your face.

Sirius has made his way upstairs. In passing his room, you say goodnight. You're about to close the door to your bedroom when he calls your name and you turn to see him stepping towards you. Without warning his lips crash down on yours. Your fingers intertwine in his dark curls at the nape of his neck as you let the kiss deepen. His hands grip your waist and he hoists you up off your feet with little effort just as he did many times all those years ago. Your legs wrap themselves around his waist as he carries you to your bed. He drops you gently and only breaks the kiss to look at you. Still hovering over you, his gray eyes search your face for the answer to an unasked question. You nod in response, but he continues to gaze at you longing to hear you say it.

"I want you."

A slow breath of relief leaves him and his mouth finds its way back to yours. 

The night ends with two former lovers once again completely losing themselves in a perfect moment.

//

There's an unspoken understanding that the night you and Sirius shared together was more than a drunken hookup after a long night of reminiscing. But you don't repeat the night, though you share your bed with him. Nights are hard for him. Sleep doesn't always come easy and he often wakes in the middle of the night screaming, or panicked with sweat pouring off his body. But your presence brings him a comfort he can't otherwise achieve. And so, you spend your night together in your bed. Sleeping.

As days turn into weeks, a comfortable routine has set. Remus visits about once a week. Surprisingly, Sirius has taken to caring for your garden. You go into town as needed and you and Sirius cook dinner together most nights. Buckbeak, now known as Witherwings per a letter from Hagrid that reached Sirius, roams your yard freely, occasionally taking flight in the safety of the countryside night skies, always returning by daybreak. As precautions for the hippogriff and Sirius you casted Protego totalum over the cottage and yards. 

During this time together, Sirius learns how you took over your parents' shop*, how you've taken on a promising young woman who mostly looks after it, leaving you to spend more time here at the cottage, which also belonged to your parents. With tears in your eyes, you told him how they died months apart just over two years ago. He comforted you, remembering them both fondly and told you they'd be proud of you.

The day is still young when you tell him you have to go to the shop to take inventory. Before you leave you call out to him.

"Since it looks like rain, can you please go through some of your things in the attic?"

"Yes, dear," he uses the term mockingly and you playfully glare back at him.

"Try not to burn the place down while I'm gone." With that, you close the door behind you.

It's late afternoon when you return home. Sirius is waiting for you. A midnight blue box in his hand.

"Will you marry me, y/n?"

*a/n: I kept this vague so you can imagine a shop that fits your personality/likes/whatever. I'll only specify this later if needed for storylines. I wanted something where you could be allotted time off easily. Personally I imagine maybe an apothecary? Or maybe an antique shop. What about you?

2: I'm thinking of writing a prequel? More like blurbs, highlighting moments between you and Sirius. But I need to know what you want to read. First engagement? First kiss? When Sirius realizes he's in love? Time at Hogwarts? Post Hogwarts but pre Azkaban?

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[storiesofsvu]

Ok, last night I went back and rewatched 'The Long Arm of the Witness' because you suggested it at the end of SSS ch 15. At this point I had read through ch 17 of SSS. Keeping in mind what I knew from SSS, I watched the episode and holy crap it fits with canon perfectly! Not only does it fit, but I feel like canon doesn't even make sense without SSS.

Like in SSS when Carisi mentions that Rita was acting different during the Gallagher trial and didn't seem bothered at all when the prosection brought new evidence last minute. She really did look relieved. And when the judge changed the verdict, Rita wasn't even mad. She just sat there calmly and once again had a look of relief. Normally she would've been so mad if that kind of thing happened. I also noticed the comment she made to Olivia in the elevator at the end of the episode, and then you brought that up in ch 18. Like Rita said in SSS, it definitely felt like she was saying that to Olivia, almost hoping she would figure out what Rita was trying to tell her without actually having to say it.

It all makes so much sense. SSS is canon and no one can tell me otherwise. It explains everything.

Babbbbeeeeyyyy!!

THANK YOU!! Seriously. My viewings of that episode went like 1. RITA RITA IS BACK. I was so distracted I didnt notice the subtle acting/directing choices. I IMMEDIATELY watched it again and 2. “This... isnt the same rita we remember...”

And then I got to thinking about ms marvel herself. She’s TOO GOOD of a fucking actress to just drop 90% of traits that Rita had just cause it had been a few years/Barba wasnt there to bounce quips off of.

Plus her comments about Gallagher in the first scene?? And then she reps him???

Sorry for the delay cause I had to go dig up gifs LOL

Thats the moment the judge allows the recording Holmes took in the bathroom. She doesn’t glare, she doesn’t scoff, she doesn’t even cock a brow. Her lips don’t purse. And there’s even the *slightest* curve up of them as if she’s not only relieved but HAPPY knowing he’s going down.

Then we get Chip allocuting saying he now realizes his “advances weren’t wanted” or whatever. There’s hesitancy? Almost in her eyes, a near glare before she focusses on nothing. The tiniest little nod.

THIS ONE???

The FACT THAT SHE CANNOT EVEN LOOK OLIVIA IN THE EYE WHEN SHE SAYS THE “lie back & take it”????!!!!!!! Her gaze is downcasted, it’s submissive. And when she leaves the elevator its not her normal power walk, she’s defeated, exhausted, trying to keep up a front.

And NOW. Let’s go back.

S17.

The downland case. She doesn’t just send Abby & her parents into svu. She goes in herself & drags the detectives back to their house. She’s there every moment, sneaking her way into finding out the dna matched. She’s waiting outside for Barba, assuring him of Abby doing the right thing, how she “was answering his texts” how Abby was “introverted, shy, doesn’t know how to act about it cause theyre teenagers still seeing each other at school”. She’s there for the entire trial, and m’am is acting her ASS off in the background of shots that aren’t even in focus 😂 (which also makes me wonder if the rita we know is so sharp & abrasive because she was shy back as a teenager & she didnt really know how to say no kinda thing)

Next time we see her is s18ep 1 terrorized. She takes on a client who (imo, shouldnt have even been being charged) was forced/coerced into a crime because she was being abused & raped. THIS is Rita’s expression while the girl’s telling her story. I dont think that’s “lets look extra symphathetic for brownie points for liv” i think this is a “i understand...really...”

We do see her again in Spellbound, which I’ll have to go watch again & properly analyze lol. But it’s a solid win for her & a tricky case cause the girl did vocally say yes to sex ON TAPE. (Though she was hypnotized)

I TRULY think they were setting Rita up to have the arc that Nikki Staines ended up taking in s19 because ms marvel went off & got signed on to HOC/Homeland and wasn’t available.

BUT I do think they’re revisiting it now because those tiny little subtle things ms marvel does in the s22 ep just aren’t the Rita we’re used to. (Not to mention she almost gets thrown in contempt & that has NEVER happened. She would get her “withdrawn”’s out before Barba could even object!) and ms marvel (and i quote from an article) “has more acting ability/power in her jawline than most actors do their entire career”

Anyways!

Thank you for coming to my ted talk & I do believe that SSS should be canon 😂😂

I knew I wanted a story to cover the s22 ep stuff, and it was when I rewatched A Misunderstanding that I froze & was all “wait... Rita went to dowland.... is... her name on that wall?” Abs BOOM plot.

#serendipitous secrets and surprises #rita calhoun #law and order svu #rambles #katt’s analysis

[sharkbait77]

The Singer (Marcus Pike x f!reader)

Chapter Three

Warnings: Mention of food/alcohol, language, pure fluffy fluffiness (I'm such a softie I'm sorry 😭)

W/C: 4.2k

A/N: Notes at the bottom! And I'm running out of gifs to use of scruffy faced Marcus. I'm gonna have to shave him soon 👀 I hope you enjoy our soft boi in this chapter! 🥰

Just as a reference if you need help understanding the different formats:

«Phone conversation on their end»

Thoughts

Text messages

Song mentioned:

Chapter Two | Chapter Four

The Singer Masterlist

Gif by me! Yes it's Teresa but it still fits & I only care that it's his hand lol

«Oh my god, I'm melting!» Celina yells in her phone enthusiastically. You giggle as you wait for her eagerness to calm down.

You had barely taken your shoes and jacket off after getting inside your apartment when you immediately dialed up Celina's number to tell her about the night. You feel like you're having an out of body experience. Sure, your heart is still guarded and unfortunately, you'll most likely have your doubts throughout the relationship, but you truly feel like this could go somewhere. You want to give yourself that chance and allow Marcus to help heal your heart, maybe doing the same for him in return.

"So he's picking me up on Saturday and I'm freaking out a little," you say and chew on the skin around your nail beds.

«Why? Don't be! Just treat it like how you did tonight!» She encourages.

"But it's a legitimate date this time, I have to do my hair and makeup perfectly and find the perfect outfit and-"

«Girl, have you seen your closet? You have nothing but perfect outfits!» She teases and you chuckle, lowering your fingers from your mouth.

«You don't need to try to be perfect hun, just be yourself! Be the girl he has already seen in front of him.» You smile at her heartfelt words. «I bet he's already in love with you!»

"Okay, you're not helping!" You laugh, placing your hand on your forehead. "I'll talk to you later, I'm going to try and get some sleep. I'll probably be calling you on Saturday so I can freak out some more."

You say your goodbyes and hang up, sinking yourself into your couch and smiling widely. Your head is buzzing from a sugar rush, but you can't tell if it's because of the pancakes or because of Marcus. You walk to the kitchen to make some sleepytime tea, hoping it'll relax your nerves enough for you to get some shut eye.

* * * *

You take a shower and climb into your comfy pajamas and the tea works its magic as you relax on your plush bed, surrounding yourself with pillows and your soft blanket enveloping you in warmth. Your eyes get heavy and you feel yourself on the brink of sleep when you hear your phone vibrate on the nightstand. You try to ignore it, but it vibrates again and you figure it's Celina probably sending you a funny video. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you reach over to grab your phone, the brightness from the screen stinging your eyes from the time they had adjusted to the darkness. You blink a few times until you can see the screen clearly.

555-9057: Hi Dulce :)

555-9057: Made it home. I had a great time :)

You bite your lip and smile at the messages on your lock screen, heat flashing through your head seeing him call you the nickname you gave yourself in his phone. And just like that, you're wide awake again. You unlock your phone and before you can type a reply, he sends another message.

555-9057: It's Marcus btw

Marcus groans to himself as he sends that last message. What the hell was that? Of course she knows it's you. Dumbass. He watches the screen and holds his breath when he sees the text bubbles pop up and he waits nervously for your reply.

Dulce💋: I'm glad you specified! Right after you dropped me off another guy took me out for dulce de leche pancakes and I also penned myself as Dulce in his phone 🤭

He chuckles out loud in the quiet atmosphere of his apartment, the sound bouncing against the walls and reverberating around the living room. Damn, she's good.

555-9057: Okay okay you got me, don't have to be so mean :P

So he's a classic emoji kind of guy, you smile as you make a note and file it in the little 'Marcus Pike' folder in your brain. You hit his phone number and tap the plus symbol to make a new contact in your phone. For some reason, you find yourself struggling as you try to figure out what to put his contact name as.

Agent Cutie

Nope, delete.

Agent Pike

What are you, his secretary? Delete delete.

Marcus

Should I put an emoji? Which one? Can't be a heart. You are seriously overthinking this.

Marcus Pike

Yeah, okay. I guess.

Me: Why did it take so long to get home? Do you live far?

Marcus Pike: It was about 30 min from your place :) not too bad

Thirty minutes?! Great, now I feel bad.

Dulce💋: Wth if I had known I wouldn't have let you drop me off! 🙄

Me: Don't worry about it! I was more than happy to ;)

Shit shit shit I didn't mean the wink! Why are they right next to each other?! Do I say something? Oh god, way to go, you ruined it.

Dulce💋: Then I'll give you gas money!

Marcus takes a breath of relief when he sees that you sidestepped his accidental wink emoji. After he catches his breath, his phone chimes again.

Dulce💋: And I won't take no for an answer 😉

Okay, there's no way she sent that by accident. Is she flirting with me? Do I flirt back? Why are my hands so sweaty?

Dulce💋: It's time for bed, those pancakes made me sleepy 😴 good night Marcus ☺️ See you Saturday!

Marcus smiles to himself and he anticipates seeing you on Saturday. He sends you another text and walks to his restroom to take a quick shower before climbing in bed.

Marcus Pike: Can't wait :) good night!

There's no way you can sleep now, but you said good night for his sake; he had a long day at work, plus he took you out and then had a long drive home. You know he must be tired. Your heart races as you scroll through your short text conversation, rereading the messages and giggling softly.

Did he mean to wink? It was probably an accident, considering he types out emojis instead of using the newer, more convenient ones. You just couldn't help but send one back, though; hiding behind the screen helped you to flirt openly with him. You roll onto your side to face the TV on your dresser, turning on a true crime documentary and letting it eventually lull you to sleep.

* * * *

Saturday comes around quickly, much to your delight, but as you wander around your room looking at the many outfits you laid out on your bed, your dresser, even on your couch, the nerves set in fast. You pray to whoever’s listening that you don’t seize up when Marcus picks you up. Which is in fifteen minutes. You already have your hair and makeup done, all you need is to pick an outfit. Simple in theory. Just pick one! You chew your lip nervously out of habit before stopping as soon as you realize you probably just messed up the red lipstick you had applied earlier.

You rush to the bathroom mirror and sure enough, there's a bare spot on your bottom lip and the lipstick has transferred to your front teeth. You groan in frustration and grab a makeup wipe to carefully remove the ruined lipstick and you brush your teeth again until it's all gone. You reapply the same shade of red, pleasantly surprised with yourself that it came out better than the first time. You take a deep breath and try to calm down, telling yourself that the first outfit you land your eyes on will be the one you wear. You count down from three in your head and enter your bedroom.

Okay, maybe not that one. You decide to close your eyes and try again. When you open your eyes, they land on a different outfit. Not that one either. You sigh harshly through your nose. Why is this so hard? You walk over to your nearly empty closet for the umpteenth time and your eyes catch on to a dress hidden in the corner that you had surprisingly missed before. This one.

It's a spaghetti strapped, black, bodycon dress with a lace overlay, flowers printed on the fabric throughout. It hugs your body in all the right places, reaching down to your knees, and you take a look in the floor length mirror next to your dresser as you put on your black, open-toed heels, smiling brightly as you feel confidence shooting through your veins.

Adrenaline gets mixed in as soon as you hear a knock on your door. Five on the dot. You grab your black cardigan and purse off the couch and open the door, your breath taken away by the handsome man in front of you. He's carrying a box of chocolates and it fumbles in his hands, nearly falling once his wide eyes see you. He looks at you from head to toe, making your heart race as you feel heat rushing over your body in line with his gaze and you shift your weight from side to side anxiously.

"Wow," he says breathlessly, unable to say anything afterwards.

"Wow yourself," you smile, looking over his own outfit: a navy blue suit and a black, button up shirt underneath, paired with black dress shoes. He slicked his hair back and cleaned up his beard slightly. He really is a gorgeous man.

"Uh," he stutters and glances to the box in his unknowingly tight grasp. "These are for you," he smiles shyly as he hands you the chocolates.

"Thank you," you say, giggling at the indents his fingers made on the sides of the box and you turn around to leave them on your entryway table.

You turn back to face him and see his eyes look up quickly and you wonder if you just caught him staring at your bottom. Your suspicion is confirmed when his cheeks flush pink. You laugh softly and he holds his arm out to you.

"Ready?" He asks and you can hear the nervousness in his voice.

You nod and link your arm in his, letting him help you down the stairs. You're starting to love the way his arm hugs yours as you walk and the warmth of his body mixing with yours. Your footsteps even sync up together in a slow cadence. He walks you to his car, letting you hold your weight with his arm as you slowly lower in the seat, your movement restricted by your tight dress and high heels.

You thank him once you're seated, buckling your seatbelt, and he walks to his side, sitting down and starting the car. You notice the radio is on this time, playing at a low volume, and you think to yourself that he probably only forgot to turn it on last time.

The aura is tense in the car, both of your nervous energies dancing in the air together to the music. You try to think of something to say, resorting to looking through your mental file of basic conversation starters. The weather? No, too basic. Say something about the music. No-

"You look really beautiful," Marcus finally breaks the silence. Your head snaps up to look in his direction and you share a smile, thanking him and returning the compliment.

He takes his eyes off the road for a couple of seconds to look at you with a soft smile and turns his attention back to driving straight. He would keep his eyes on you if he could, but he'd rather not get into a car accident and ruin the night. So he just waits patiently until the next moment he can steal a glance. He takes a peek at you while you're stuck at a red light and he sees you picking at your cuticles nervously. He rubs his clammy palm on his pant leg, hoping to dry up any sweat present as much as possible. Before he can think twice about it, he reaches his hand over to grab yours.

Your heart jumps in your throat from the action and you look down in shock at his large hand covering yours completely. The blood rushes to your cheeks; his hand is rough from work, but soft and gentle enough that it's not uncomfortable. And warm. So warm. You stop picking your cuticles immediately, now memorizing the fine wrinkles in his hand and the ridges on his knuckles.

"Are you okay?" He asks, not moving his hand from your lap as he starts driving again.

"Yeah," your voice makes an embarrassing harmony, splitting in two different octaves from disuse. You swallow some saliva to lubricate your vocal cords and try speaking again.

"I'm just a little nervous," you admit.

His hand is still resting on top of yours; you're not sure if you should open your hand up to face your palms together and hold his hand as well. Alas, you take too long to make a decision and he pulls his hand away to grasp the steering wheel, bracing for a left turn.

"Please don't be nervous," he smiles with his pearly white teeth and it only makes you more nervous. How is he this handsome?

"It's just me," he adds as he pulls up to the restaurant, putting the car in park and removing the key from the ignition.

"'Just you'?" You quote him inquisitively. He nods and you shake your head with a small chuckle.

"What?" He chuckles with you.

"It's not 'just you' though, is it?" You reply softly.

You wonder if he's uncertain of himself and his ability to make women — i.e. you — weak in the knees. He seems oblivious to it and it makes him all the more charming to you. You see his eyebrows furrow and before he can ask what you mean, you turn to open the car door.

"Wait," he tells you, rushing out of his seat and over to you to help you out.

You wanted to manage it yourself, but you know you must look ridiculous with how bad you're struggling to get out of the car. He chuckles at the sight once he's on your side and he holds his arm out. You hold onto his forearm tightly and pull yourself upward as he lifts you as well until you're firmly planted on your feet.

"Maybe this dress wasn't a good idea after all," you giggle.

"I think it was," he flirts and you look away as you smile shyly.

You walk together up the steps to the front of the restaurant and Marcus apologizes for not warning you about the stairs. You tell him not to worry and though you can feel the ache in the arches and heels of your feet, you don't complain. He holds the door open for you and you walk in, your eyes instantly catching on the glimmering, crystal chandelier hanging in the waiting area. The lights are dimmed in an amber glow and there are pillars with intricate carvings and vines wrapped around the stone throughout the entirety of the establishment.

You gasp to yourself; this place must be expensive. How did you go from pancakes at grandma's house to a fancy, Italian restaurant like this? Your ears catch the sounds of a violin, but it's too close to just be playing from a speaker. Sure enough, you look further into the restaurant and see a man in a suit playing a violin. A live violinist?! Marcus joins your side again and notices the look of astonishment on your face.

"What's wrong?" He asks and you jerk your head to look at him, not even realizing he was standing next to you.

"Marcus, this looks like it's going to be really expensive."

You whisper in his ear so you don't offend any of the staff members and the height from your heels allows you to reach his head a little better now. The hot breath from your mouth tickles his ear and a bolt of arousal shoots down his spine. He laughs it off and leans his mouth to your ear in return.

"I like to make a fuss," he says, the deep tone of his voice giving you goosebumps. "Don't worry about it," he says in his normal tone as he stands up straight again.

The maître d' greets you two as you walk up to the host stand and Marcus gives the man his name for the reservation. The maître d' informs Marcus the table is not quite ready yet, adding that you're welcome to wait at the bar. Marcus looks at you to get your opinion; you say yes and Marcus lightly places his hand on the middle of your back, guiding you as you walk over to the bar top together. You take a seat in the soft barstool; it's easier to sit on since it's basically at standing height. Marcus removes his hand from your back to take a seat, his fingers gliding against the delicate lace of your dress across your spine and you shudder. Thankfully, it goes unnoticed.

The back of the bar is riddled with an assortment of different liquors, both American and Italian, and they're resting on lit up shelves. You look at the drink menu and your mouth opens in horror at the prices listed. This is definitely too much money. The bartender comes your way and Marcus orders a campari and grapefruit juice, immersing himself fully in the Italian culture. You say you'll stick with water and excuse it as you not feeling like drinking tonight. Marcus doesn't question it further.

The two of you comment on the decor of the restaurant, mainly the paintings hanging on the walls, and you mention that you love the lilies resting in the painted, ceramic vases and Marcus takes note of that fact. A waitress walks up to you and Marcus to let you know your table is ready and he finishes the last of his drink and stands, offering you his hand this time instead of his arm. You smile as you take it, your heart thumping in your chest as you let him guide you while you both follow the waitress.

The restaurant is bustling; heavy sounds of conversation and cutlery clinking on plates as you walk through what seems the entirety of the restaurant until the waitress leads you to a small, private patio. A round table is seated there, covered by a red tablecloth and adorned with a single, tall candlestick, burning a light glow. There's a cylindrical basket full of bread sticks and two water glasses, condensation running along the sides and onto the cloth. Marcus pulls your chair out for you, helping you to sit and scooting you in and sits down across from you. You hang your cardigan and purse on the back of your chair and take the menu the waitress is holding out to you.

You both thank her and she leaves, stating she'll be back soon to take your order. You marvel at the privacy Marcus planned for you two and you take a sip of your ice cold water, reveling in the relief washing through your dry throat. You flip open your menu; the options are minimal and are all expensive. You immediately scan for the cheapest dish: a $30 plate of chicken cacciatore. You feel guilty; you never want Marcus to break his bank trying to take you on a date. You glance at him and wonder why he would do all of this just for you. Did he really think you were that special?

You find yourself missing that little pancake diner and the time you shared there. There, you only felt the budding emotions consistent with a high school crush, but in this moment now, it's real life and mature adult feelings and you feel it much stronger in this environment. Marcus senses your mood change and leans forward to ask if you're okay, but he's interrupted by the waitress. You order the 'cheap' chicken cacciatore and he orders the tajarin al tartufo. Whatever that is.

"Why did you order the cheapest dish?" Marcus asks once the waitress leaves.

"Because I wanted to," you give him a sly smile to convince him otherwise, but he sees right through you, giving you a look of disbelief. You sigh.

"Because Marcus, it's too much money," you say sadly. "I mean, how much was it to get this private patio set up?"

"That's not important to me," he shakes his head. "This is our first proper date and I wanted to make it special."

Damn it. Why is he so thoughtful? And so damn cute?

"It's not that I don't appreciate it, I'm blown away by this, but I'm just... I'm not used to it," you pull your lips into your mouth slightly, mindful of your lipstick.

"Is that why you didn't order a drink?" He asks. You give him a lopsided frown and shrug your shoulders, your expression answering him instead of your words. He sighs and tilts his head to the side.

"I don't want you to worry about how much everything costs when you're with me; let me spoil you. You deserve it."

Let me spoil you. You deserve it. His words float around in your head, your eyes filling with fondness at the thought. You didn't think you deserved to be spoiled; your ex made sure of that much. It's exhilarating to say the least; this man you barely know ready to do anything for you at any time. But you like it, and you think in time, you could learn to love it. Learn to love him. You blink wildly and you inconspicuously shake your head at that last thought.

It was definitely way too soon to be thinking like that and it scared you that it entered your mind at all. It must be the ambiance of the restaurant. You think about how you should protect yourself in case this takes a wrong turn and you debate on placing that in the priority spot in your mind. Marcus can see you fighting your own thoughts and he tries to lighten the mood.

"I also might be trying to impress you for real now," he smiles.

You chuckle and shake your head. Marcus thinks to himself how beautiful you look under the moonlight that's shining through the glass awning above your heads, face lit up by the glowing candle. He can't stop his mouth from saying what he wants to say, not in this romantic atmosphere.

"I think you're a wonderful, beautiful woman and... I really like you," he adds, reaching across the table for your hand and you let him hold it, tangling your fingers with his.

You're positive he can feel your pulse through your fingers or hear your heart pounding, the blood whooshing in your ears muffling any other sounds from coming in. As much as you want to protect yourself, the look in his eyes only draws you in and you can't hide the truth from him or yourself, your confession spoken out loud for the first time for you both.

"I like you, too, Marcus." He smiles happily at you.

There must be something in the water here.

"Do you think it would be okay to keep this up?" He asks, meaning the dates, and you can't stop your head from nodding yes and you give him a sweet smile.

Marcus lets go of your hand, letting his rest in front of him and you take a deep breath, trying to shake your nerves from the exchange that just took place between you. You grab a bread stick and attempt to take a small bite; you and Marcus laugh together as your small bite accidentally turns into a big one, the stick breaking in the wrong place and leaving a large chunk of bread hanging from your mouth. Of course, leave it to something awkward happening to you to break the tension. But anything to see his face come together in joyous laughter.

* * * *

"Thank you again Marcus, that was actually very delicious," you say while Marcus begins the drive back to your apartment. "I see why it was so expensive." He hums in agreement; his smile hasn't left his face since the restaurant.

You listen closely to the new song that comes on the radio, trying to make out the tune until it gets louder and you realize it's "At Last" by Etta James.

"I love this song," you say under your breath. Marcus hears you and turns up the volume slightly, earning a bright smile from you. You look back out the window and sing the lyrics softly.

At last, my love has come along,

My lonely days are over

And life is like a song.

Marcus's heart races as he listens to the lyrics being sung by you and they hit a little too close to his heart. You don't realize at first the meaning behind them, only enjoying singing along.

At last, the skies above are blue

My heart was wrapped up in clover,

The night I looked at you.

You now realize the words are identical to how you feel. You wonder if you're falling too fast for Marcus. This was only your second date and there is still so much to learn about each other. You have a whole past to open up about, which will be a defining moment for your relationship. But as you look over at Marcus and you feel the tender organ in your chest beating fast, you think to yourself that it can't get much better than this. What's the harm in trying?

Chapter Two | Chapter Four

The Singer Masterlist

A/N: Okay just wanted to explain what Marcus ordered if you're interested! *DESCRIPTION OF FOOD/ALCOHOL COMING UP* I'm not an expert so correct me if I'm wrong! According to Google:

Campari is an Italian bitters made of fruit & herbs & you usually mix it with juice or club soda (hardcore Italians drink it straight up) & it's a pre-meal drink

Tajarin al tartufo is an egg pasta, made with more egg whites than traditional egg pastas, & topped with white truffle. Idk it sounded fancy & expensive 😂

Also, here's their outfit inspos! Just a couple of things I described differently like his shirt being black & her dress having lace instead of mesh.

Ofc Marcus in this suit 🥵 I copied the description lol

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