#my mom felt bad for me so she brought me coffee

[unclewaynemunson]

After Eddie and Max were brought into the hospital, the waiting room was packed with people. But as time passed by, it got quieter. One by one, worried parents came by to pick up their kids.

“Are you sure you don't wanna come with me?” Robin asked Steve when her mother arrived.

Steve nodded. “Go home, Rob, it's okay. Just wanna make sure Max's mom and Eddie's uncle get here.”

She shot him a worried look, but she knew him well enough to recognize when she wouldn't be able to persuade him – and Steve in turn knew that there was no way Mrs. Buckley would leave the hospital without Robin, after all that had happened that night.

So Steve stayed and waited with Lucas in Max's room for Mrs. Mayfield. When she arrived, he decided to give them some privacy and wandered over to Eddie's room a couple of doors down the hall.

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if Eddie would already have returned from the operation room – and if so, if it would be good or bad news waiting for him on the other side of the door.

He swallowed. Waiting motionlessly in the corridor wouldn't change what he'd find. So he raised his hand and slowly pushed the door open.

Eddie was inside, leaning against a pillow in his bed. He was as white as the sheets around him and he had large stitches in one of his cheeks, but other than that, he looked – alive.

“Eddie,” Steve breathed out while an overwhelming wave of relief washed over him.

It was only then that he noticed the other people in the room and stopped in his tracks.

Eddie's uncle was sitting at his bedside, wearing sweatpants and only an undershirt underneath his denim jacket. He looked exhausted, but just as relieved as Steve felt.

But that wasn't what had sparked Steve's surprise. No, the thing that Steve couldn't make sense of, was the man who was sat in the chair next to Wayne Munson. It was Steve's old middle school science teacher, Scott Clarke. He was dressed in a plaid flannel that seemed more Mr. Munson's style than his own, buttoned askew on top of a pair of striped pajama pants.

“Mr. Clarke? What are you doing here?” The question tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

“Who are you?” Mr. Munson asked Steve before Mr. Clarke could say anything. It sounded defensive on the verge of being aggressive, but Steve couldn't really blame him for that, considering what the majority of Hawkins currently thought about Eddie.

“Steve Harrington,” he said, holding out his hand.

The lines on Mr. Munson's forehead deepened.

“He's my friend,” Eddie said. His voice sounded hoarse and weak, but Steve still felt a rush of warmth course through his whole body because of the words he said. “He saved my life.”

“Oh.” Mr. Munson's eyes widened slightly and he finally took Steve's hand. “Wayne Munson. Eddie's uncle. Pleased meetin' ya.”

“It's good to see you again, Steve,” Mr. Clarke remarked. “You've grown a lot since the last time I saw you.”

“I didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Clarke,” Steve noted, still trying to make sense of what exactly his old science teacher was doing in this room.

“Uncle Scott is also my uncle,” Eddie explained.

Steve looked back and forth between Mr. Munson and Mr. Clarke, trying to find any kind of resemblance between the two of them.

“You're brothers?” he couldn't help but ask, unable to keep the astonishment out of his voice. He would never have guessed that those two men were related to each other.

“Steve, no...” Eddie's voice was almost a whisper and had an undertone of something that sounded an awful lot like exasperation. Steve knew that tone all too well; he had never been good at restraining himself from asking stupid questions, after all.

He noticed how the two men exchanged some kind of meaningful glance with each other.

“Um, I think we should go get some coffee, Wayne,” Mr. Clarke said. “Leave the boys to catch up.”

Mr. Munson nodded, but before he got up, he looked at Eddie. "You'll be alright?" he asked, a worried frown on his face.

Eddie nodded. "It's fine, Uncle Wayne." He said it softly, like he was trying to reassure his uncle, and only after Eddie gave him another emphatic nod, Mr. Munson started following Mr. Clarke out of the room.

Just when Steve realized Mr. Clarke must be Eddie's uncle from his mom's side while Mr. Munson had to be his dad's brother, Wayne let his hand linger on the small of Mr. Clarke's back. It was a tiny moment, that only lasted a second right before they went through the door, easy to miss if one weren't paying close attention. But it was still enough for Steve to understand the exasperation in Eddie's voice and the unease on his uncles' faces. That one touch told Steve all he needed to know: there was this casual, easy kind of intimacy behind it that only long-term partners shared. He had seen his parents act like that, and Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair...

“No fucking way,” he breathed out at the moment the door quietly shut behind Mr. Munson. He turned back to Eddie with wide eyes and his jaw dropped.

“Your uncle is – and he's with Scott Clarke?”

Eddie's jaw clenched. “You got a problem with that?”

In his pure astonishment, Steve barely even registered Eddie's question.

“That's impossible!” he all but exclaimed. “Here – in Hawkins? How?!”

Eddie looked slightly past Steve's face, to the bare white wall behind him. “Jesus Christ, Steve,” he said. “You've seen dozens of hell monsters and walked through an alternate dimension to fight an evil sorcerer, and this is what you decide is impossible?”

“Well, it is,” Steve stubbornly said.

He remembered how he once felt about his teammate Thomas, back in his freshman year, remembered the ache in his chest exactly because of how impossible it was. He remembered Robin talking about Tammy Thompson in that bathroom stall filled with the scent of their puke. But Tammy Thompson is a girl, he had said, in his instinctive and perhaps naive confusion - not because he deemed it impossible for Robin to feel that way about a girl, but because up until that point, he had deemed it irrelevant. He knew better than anyone that those kind of feelings would flare up from time to time around certain people, but as far as he was concerned, it didn't matter. There was no way to act on it, no point in lingering on something that was impossible to have anyway.

“They've been together for over a decade,” Eddie said. His voice suddenly lacked its usual warmth; a warmth that Steve had gotten used to over the past few days; a warmth that left a weird feeling of loss behind in Steve's chest now that it wasn't there. “They make each other happy. They don't hurt anyone with it. So don't fucking tell me it's impossible, man. They love each other, and if you're gonna be a dick about that, I'm gonna have to kindly ask you to fuck the hell off.”

“Woah, woah, woah, wait,” Steve hurriedly sputtered. “I'm not – I didn't-” The words got stuck in his throat, somehow. He didn't quite know how to explain the storm that was raging inside of him, the many emotions he felt upon discovering that there were two men happily sharing their lives together, who lived in the same town as he did. Two men who were just like him, who had figured out a way to not hide away, who had somehow found their way to each other, and who had fallen in love without it being something they needed to repress.

“I didn't know – that it could be like that,” he finally managed to stutter. “I never even imagined a future like that for myself. I didn't know – I thought we were just supposed to pretend like those parts of ourselves don't exist and marry a woman. I never met anyone who did it differently.”

Finally, Eddie averted his gaze to look at him again. His eyes were a little bit wider and he was staring at him so intensely that Steve felt something stir deep in his stomach.

“Stevie,” he said, his voice quiet and so much warmer than before in a way that sent a shiver down Steve's spine. “Jesus, I'm sorry, I had no idea. I thought you were saying..." He cut himself off and inhaled deeply, slightly shaking his head. "Listen, man, there's always a choice. I'm not saying it's easy; my uncles have to hide a lot of what they mean to each other when they're in public. They're risking Scott's job, and maybe even a whole lot more if the wrong people find out about them... But there is always a choice. They're much happier together than they would've been if they had chosen to hide and marry a woman, or if they'd spent their whole lives alone.”

Steve had to take a moment to let Eddie's words sink in. Eddie merely kept looking at him, not making a single sound, patiently waiting for him to get his thoughts straight again.

“Are there more people like them, here in Hawkins?” Steve finally asked.

“Not many,” Eddie answered. “Most people who are different move to the bigger cities, where you're a bit more free to be yourself. But they're friends with this lesbian couple who lives a few streets over. And they know some people in Indy, but Wayne refuses to move there. He's too much of a small town boy, he says.” Eddie rolled his eyes at that last part, as if he could in no way comprehend the thought of preferring Hawkins over a big city like Indianapolis.

But Steve did comprehend it. Hawkins was his home. Even after everything that happened to him here, it was where he belonged. It was where everyone he cared about was. He wasn't naive, he knew that that was bound to change at some point, but he had never dared to dream about going someplace else himself. He had never even dared to dream about being someone else. Yet here he was, sitting at the bedside of a boy whose eyes he hadn't stopped thinking about for days.

Maybe it was about time to change his perception of what was possible and what wasn't.

“I know one person who's like – like me,” he admitted. He wanted to tell Eddie about Robin. He knew that there was nothing to worry about – but he also knew it wasn't up to him to share her secret. “I don't know if this is a weird idea," he continued, "but maybe we could all, like, get together sometime. Your uncle, mister Clarke, their lesbian friends...” The idea of it made him feel weirdly excited. He couldn't really imagine what it would be like, to spend a whole evening surrounded by people he had this one thing in common with.

“Not a weird idea,” Eddie told him, that soft look still shining in his big brown eyes. “Sounds awesome, actually.”

“If we do something like that...” Steve hesitated for a moment. “Would you be there too?”

Despite the stitches in his cheek, Eddie managed to smile, dimples and all. He raised a pale hand and pulled a strand of his hair across his face, like he was trying to hide something written on the skin around his lips. “I thought that was obvious,” he said with a chuckle.

Steve chuckled as well. “Just needed to be sure,” he admitted.

He stretched out his hand and put it on top of Eddie's, where it was resting on top of the sheets. It only took a few seconds: he gently squeezed Eddie's hand, then pulled back again, still nervous and not quite knowing what exactly they were headed towards. But no matter how short, the touch still sent sparks through his whole body.

“I'm glad you're alive,” he said, softly.

Eddie's smile became just a little bit wider, and a faint blush colored his pale cheeks. “Me too, big boy. Believe me, me too.”

(I wrote this bc this post by @boldlyvoid refused to leave my brain for literal months)

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #scott clarke #clarkson my beloved #stranger things #fruity ficlet

[joedirtymadre]

Rough Night

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“Nobara how’d you get this stuff?” You asked, as you held the small bottle in your hands. “That’s for me to know, and if you ever want more tell me,” she winked. You thought back to a week ago when this all started.

1 Week Ago

“Am I crazy?” You sighed, feeling extremely frustrated. “No, a lot of girls want their man to be a freak in the sheets,” Nobara said nonchalantly. “N-Not so loud Nobara! We’re in a cafe!” You said as you felt your face heat up. “It’s fine, a bunch of these guys have their headphones on anyways…” she rolled her eyes. “Now back to the topic, you want Yuji to be a little more… aggressive with you. Is that better?” Nobara asked. “A bit, but pretty much. Don’t get me wrong it still feels great, but there’s times where I’d like him to… you know…” you blushed.

“I hear you, and it’s completely normal. The only not normal thing is that you haven’t told him this,” she said. “I-I’m too embarrassed… and what if I hurt his feelings? What if he misunderstands and thinks that I haven’t enjoyed any of the other times we’ve done it?” I asked Nobara. “The only thing that I see here is you overthinking, we both know Yuji would understand. Plus he’s probably nervous that he’ll hurt you, you are his pretty little flower,” Nobara gushed. “I guess you’re right, I’ll talk to him then!” You said confidently.

Now

It’s been a week and you still haven’t told Yuji, and Nobara caught on. Leading to her handing you an aphrodisiac. “Aren’t these things scams?” You asked. “Well… I found the one with the most positive reviews online, so it should work,” she explained. “Alright… I guess a bit won’t be too bad,” you said. “I’m rooting for you (Y/N)!” Nobara smiled as she waved goodbye. “Oh and I told Yuji you weren’t feeling good, so have your room cleaned by 7, that’s when he’ll stop by!” She yelled. “Nobara is the ultimate and scariest wing woman,” you sighed.

You now sat in your room staring at the bottle. “This is most likely a scam, but maybe…” you trailed off. “No way… I’ll just talk to him,” you said to yourself. You looked at the time, realizing that it was getting close to the time your adorable boyfriend was coming over. You left the bottle on your coffee table and began cleaning your room.

It was finally 7, and you wiped your forehead as you finally finished cleaning your room. “Man I gotta clean this place way more,” you sighed. Knock knock. “Right on time,” you said as you headed to the door. You quickly opened the door, seeing Yuji standing there with a bouquet of flowers. “For me?” You asked excitedly. “Yep, Nobara said you weren’t feeling too good, so I brought you some flowers,” he smiled as you stepped aside to let him in. You grabbed the flowers, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “They’re beautiful, thanks,” you smiled. “Anything for you,” he said.

You placed them on your coffee table, and headed to your mini fridge to grab a bottle of juice. “I bought some juice, do you want a cup? Or do you just want water?” You asked. “Juice please!” He said as he sat on your bed. You grabbed 2 cups and poured juice in them, heading back to Yuji and handed him a cup. Then placing yours on your coffee table. “Look for a movie to watch, while I place the flowers in a vase,” you said, and Yuji nodded.

Yuji’s POV

Hmmm… (Y/N) doesn’t seem sick or too down. She’s probably been taking some really good medicine. I began scrolling through Netflix, as I heard a loud, “ACHOO!” Slightly startling me, “Bless you,” I said. “Thanks,” she sniffled. “You sure you’re feeling ok to hang out?” I asked. “Yeah, I’m totally fine!” She said, as she continued searching for a vase. “Have you been taking any medicine?” I asked. “My mom bought me a bottle, but it’s so gross. The only way I can take it is if I mix it with juice or something, really helps get rid of that gross grape or cherry flavor,” she explained. “Ohh! That’s smart!” I said, causing her to laugh.

I continued to look for a movie, but there’s honestly not anything good… My attention slowly moved towards a small bottle on the table. Ah! It’s probably the one (Y/N) was talking about. That’s probably why she grabbed the juice, to mix the two. Well, I’ll be a good boyfriend and do it for her. I smiled proudly, and quickly opened the bottle and poured it into her cup.

I slowly poured it, “ACHOO!” I was startled again, causing me to accidentally pour a large serving. “Whoops…” I said softly. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “Nothing!” I said quickly, as I hid the bottle. “Oh well, did you find a movie to watch?” She asked as she sat down. “Not yet,” I said nervously, she’d be pretty upset if it ends up tasting more like cold medicine than her juice…

(Y/N)’s POV

You took a sip from your cup, slowly pulling it away to look at it. “S-Something wrong?” Yuji stuttered. “Nothing, just tastes really good. First time I bought this brand,” you explained. “Oh… good!” He sighed in relief. “So, let’s watch something?” You asked, and Yuji quickly put something on.

You finished your glass pretty quickly… but now something feels off. “Yuji… is it getting hot in here?” You asked as you threw your sweater off. “No, not really,” he said. “Man, I feel so warm. The hell is wrong with me?” You asked, as you fanned yourself. “You alright (Y/N)? You’re looking pretty red, you’re sure you aren’t getting a fever?” He asked, and placed his hand on your forehead. You lightly flinched, his hand felt hot to the touch. “Woah, you’re burning up! Come on, let’s get you into bed,” he said as he quickly stood up. You slowly stood up yourself, but you felt your legs give out. You were about to hit the floor, until you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you.

“H-Hah~!” You gasped. “(Y-Y/N)?” Yuji stuttered. “Yuji~ Something’s wrong with me,” you said, feeling your head getting fuzzier. “W-What’s wrong? What did that medicine do to you?” He asked. You couldn’t really comprehend what he was saying but you did know one thing. You needed this man.

You quickly moved your attention to his belt, fumbling with it as you wanted to rip it off. “(Y/N)? R-Right now?” He asked. “P-Please? I want it, please?” You begged. You saw Yuji’s face explode as you begged him. “O-Ok,” he stuttered. You lightly pushed him onto your bed, and leapt on top of him.

You immediately went for his lips as you sat on top of him. You couldn’t help but grind yourself on his growing bulge. “Seems like you want it too,” you smiled into the kiss. Yuji groaned into the kiss, you felt his hands move to your lower back. You felt goosebumps crawl over your skin as he touched you. “I want more,” you demanded. You immediately moved back and ripped off his belt. Then unzipped his jeans, “Fuck (Y/N), I didn’t know you liked being rough,” Yuji said softly.

“I always liked rough! But you’re never rough! Why not?!” You yelled as you stopped fumbling with his jeans. “Huh?” he asked. “Yeah! What’s wrong with me? Why won’t you be rough with me? That’s why Nobara bought me that damn aphrodisiac, but Inciuldnt use it on-“ you were cut off. “Wait… aphrodisiac, is that what that bottle was?” He asked, as he slowly sat up. “Yeah… wait. How do you know about the bottle?” You asked slowly.

“I accidentally poured it in your drink,” he said, staring at me. “Y-You did?” You squeaked. “Is that why you’re being so demanding and rough?” He whispered into your ear, causing you to tremble. “I-I’m s-sor- mph!” You moaned as Yuji pulled you into a rough kiss. You threw your hands around his neck, and slowly grinded yourself on his bulge. “Fuck…” he groaned.

Suddenly you were thrown around, your back hitting onto your soft bed. You were immediately pounced on, feeling Yuji attack your neck and his hands on your breast and ass. “Yuji~” you moaned. He immediately pulled away, “So you wanted me to be rough with you, huh? I’ll be rough, as punishment for trying to use an aphrodisiac,” he growled. He quickly reached for your shirt and ripped it apart. “Ah!” You squeaked.

His hands moved to your bra, “Not the b-“ but it was too late. He ripped your bra, letting your breasts out. “Y-Yuu!” You gasped as you felt him being to suck and kiss your breasts. Each kiss feels hotter and hotter, and makes you wetter and wetter. “Fuck, I love your body,” he growled as he began playing with your nipples. “Man you’re living this,” he smirked as he pulled away to watch me twitch under him. He quickly pulled your pants off, leaving you completely naked.

You felt your face heat up and tried covering yourself. “What’s wrong? Why hide?” He asked, as he traced a finger from your forearms to your hand that covered your pussy. “W-Why am I the only one naked?” You asked. “Ahh… you’re right,” he smirked as he slowly removed his sweatshirt. You felt your face explode as you saw his body, “Never realized how much of a staring problem you got,” he said. “I-I…” you stuttered. He quickly stood up, causing you to sit up.

He smirked as he saw you stair at his waist band, he slowly unzipped his jeans. Allowing them to fall, along with his boxers, finally allowing his hard cock freedom. You slightly drooled at the sight, feeling your soaked unmentionable in between your legs starting to throb. “Like what you see?” He chuckled. “M-Mhmm,” you nodded, embarrassed from his chuckling. “Good. Now get on your knees,” he demanded. “Huh?” You asked. “I won’t repeat myself a third time, get on your knees. Show me how much you want it,” he smirked.

You slowly dropped down to your knees in front of him, staring at his hard cock. You slowly wrapped your hand around the base, steadying it as you opened your mouth. As soon as you made contact, you felt a hand grasp your hair. “Come on princess, show me how much you love this cock,” he said as he forced it down my throat. You felt tears fall down your eyes, as you choked on his thick member. You then bobbed your head back and forth, feeling his thick cock stretch your throat with each thrust.

“Fuck…” you heard him moan, encouraging you to keep going. Sucking, drooling, and kissing all over his cock. “God, you’re so sexy with my cock down your throat,” he said as he stared at you. You pulled away with a loud ‘pop’ noise, giving yourself a chance to catch your breath. “Did I say you can stop?” You heard a deep voice say. “S-Sorry,” you said, quickly returning your mouth to his cock. “That’s a good girl, but I’ll have to punish you,” he said. Feeling a strong hand grip onto your hair again. Before you could look up to see what he was trying to do, you felt his hand bob your head back and forth on his cock.

“Ahh… fuuck, this mouth pussy feels so good,” he groaned as he continued to move your head. “Mmm~” you choked out, feeling his body fill up with goosebumps. “Fuck! (Y/N)…” he groaned, quickly feeling a hot thick liquid coat your throat. He finally let go of your head, pulling back and giving yourself a chance to take a break.

But the break was too short, as you were quickly lifted and thrown back onto your bed. Without any preparation, you felt a hard and thick cock enter your pussy. “HaaHH~!” You let out, as you felt your walls stretch. “God, I slipped right in,” he said in a husky voice. “Y-Yuu- Ah~!” you moaned as he quickly began to thrust in and out of your sopping wet pussy. “You’re practically sucking me in,” he groaned, and he continued to pound your pussy. You placed your hand over your mouth, trying to juggle your moans. However, Yuji pinned both of them above your head, “I want everyone to hear you screaming my name,” he whispered into your ear. Causing your body to tremble under him, you moaned louder as he began nipping on your neck.

“Fuck (Y/N), I didn’t know how much your pussy loved my cock. I was using it all wrong,” he panted as he increased his speed. “More~ Fuck me harder~” you begged him. “That’s a good girl, a real good girl,” he smirked as he leaned down and kissed my lips. You moaned into your mouth, you felt your head becoming lighter and lighter with each thrust. Feeling a familiar yet different feeling build up inside of you.

“Y-Yuji! Something’s different! I think I’m gonna-“ but it was too late, you felt a sudden rush crash through you. “Fuck! Mmm~!” You cried as you left yourself tense up, you felt yourself squirting. “Never seen this before, let me see more,” Yuji smirked as he continued fucking your soaked pussy. “Wait! W-Wait! Sensitive!” You cried out. “Sorry sweetheart, but this is your punishment. Plus, I thought you wanted rough?” He whispered into your ear.

As soon as he finished speaking, you felt a thumb graze over your clit. “Y-Yuu-“ you cut yourself off as you threw your head back in ecstasy. “I can’t forget about this girl,” he smirked. You trembled as he fucked your pussy and rubbed your clit at the same time. “Oh god! I think I’m-“ but you were once again too late. “Yuuuji~!!” You cried out as you felt your body shake to your core. “God, you’re squeezing me so tight. I’m gonna- hmm!” Yuji groaned as he did one final thrust before emptying his load into your sore pussy.

He then pulled himself out, falling beside you. Both of you trying to catch your breath. “Sorry… was that too much?” He asked, as he slowly pulled you into a hug. You shook your head softly. “It was… really good, we should do that more,” you blushed. “Yeah, and next time… don’t try to use an aphrodisiac. Just talk to me,” he said as he kissed your forehead. “Mhmm…” you hummed as you were feeling sleepy. “Goodnight babe,” he said, before you began hearing light snores. “Goodnight,” you said softly, before falling asleep.

…

Until you were suddenly awakened to a hard slap on your ass. “Ah!” You let out. You opened your eyes, and threw them wide open as you realized…

“Hey beautiful… ready for 2?” Sukuna asked, as he chuckled to your speechless reaction. “R-Round 2?” You stuttered. “Yep, and don’t worry. I’ll make sure to be rough, just the way you like it,” he whispered into your ear. Oh god…

Come back for part 2 😉😉

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[glitchtricks94]

TWST Guys Bringing You Home!: Heartslabyul Edition

Welcome to part one, I'm planning on writing all the dorms + Idia. Ortho will just be included with him, personally, since Ortho is too adorable to ever defile in any manner outside of being a cute little brother. Headcannons, headcannons, headcannons! Let's start this off with some cottoncandy fluff, shall we? Not gonna lie, I felt like a mom gushing about all her chaos children over tea writing this. I hope you enjoy these headcannons, and let me know your thoughts. I love interaction and would love to hold a conversation with you guys. Anyways, sit back, relax and have fun. -Glitchtricks Word count: 4k

Ace Trappola

Oh, this is such a delight to see. Little Ace is in love! Ace is super awkward and very defensive, and yet somehow little ol' you broke down all those walls of arrogance and faux confidence, such a special darling you are. So, how would he be if he decided to bring you home to meet his family?

Two words: Nervous. Wreck. Ace is a disaster before bringing you home to meet his brother and father; he's sweating, internally screaming, his anxiety is spiked, and you have to handle everything with your usual grace. Ace has some bad anxiety, which he confided that he coped with it by being all snarky with everyone, i.e. being a dick way too often. You didn't mind though, but you did gently encourage him to come to you if he felt too overwhelmed by everything, just in case he needed to vent. How sweet! There was a lot of texting back and forth, nights cuddling on your near dinosaur era furnishings of Ramshackle, and plenty of kisses on his temples, Ace had calmed down enough to not feel like an anchor was being dropped on his chest at the thought of bringing you home. He was ready to announce you as his to his family!

Oh dear, sweet Seven, he couldn't have predicted any of what happened... First, his brother decided to do the worst thing ever and brought up Ace's old view on dating and how his first girlfriend got ghosted. Ace wanted to die then and there, even being collared by Riddle was more tolerable than this hell... "Hey, (Y/N), you know my baby bro here had a gal before you, right?" "Oh? He did?" You said, your pretty eyes widening. "He's never mentioned her before..." "Dude, please, don't...!" Ace quietly pleaded, humiliation seeping in like a cold rain. "Yeah, he went out a few times with this one girl in middle school. She'd always go to amusement parks with him and stuff, topping it off with a Ferris wheel, but he ghosted her." Ace's brother continued, sipping on his tea. "And why's that?" You prodded, sipping your own tea as you shot a small glare at your boyfriend. You shared stories of your exes, but why didn't he? Did he not trust you? You didn't know whether you should feel hurt, or pissed. You chose to feel pissed. "Got bored, 'cording to him, she was just bland beyond her coffee tastes and liked a lot of stuff that just didn't click with him. She was pretty, but had as much depth as a piece of paper." The elder Trappola explained. "Her friends called him out for his shit, and he swore off dating, too much of a hassle in his opinion, so I'm surprised he decided to go out with you, much less bring you home." "I see." You hummed. Ace knew he was in the dog house and was now preparing to ask Sam if he sold flowers and romance stuff to try and make it up to you when you both got back to Night Raven.

Well, at least pop likes you! Can't wait to have you as an in-law! During dinner, Ace's dad smiled and chatted all about his boys, saying how proud he was of Ace for bringing home such a sweetheart like you! You ended up forgetting the upsetting conversation from earlier given how jovial Mr. Trappola was, he was like that one cool uncle that was trusted with looking after the baby, or that one cool barbeque dad your friends might have. Card tricks were shared, food was eaten and conversation was exchanged, if at a little of your boyfriend's expense. Funny stories were shared, like that one time he accidentally hit his brother in the groin with a bat as a kid when he came home for the holidays, or that time Ace got pranked by his dad with a classic; pouring soap on his head while he was rinsing out his own lather. "My hair was never as silky as it was after that." Ace laughed, starting to loosen up as he threw his arm around your shoulder. You leaned over and pecked his cheek, making both your faces bloom red as you both grinned happily. Overall, you're basically already known as the best in-law ever even before Ace put a ring on it. He's already planning how to ask a few years down the line, though~!

Deuce Spade

Another cute boy, who's mildly awkward when in love. Oh, how sweet! He took a lot of time learning how to properly approach you. didn't he? Deuce is beaming with pride having you on his arm, smiling that cute little boy smile he shows off when he's excited. He loves holding your hand in his as you stroll about the rose gardens of Heartslabyul. You knew he was close to his mom, having ditched his old delinquent days after hearing her crying on the phone to his grandmother, and he often talked about you to her, sometimes while you were sitting right there! Oh, how your cheeks reddened hearing him spout compliments about you to his mother. Both you and Deuce were arranging to meet his mom and grandma, in fact Deuce wanted to introduce you as soon as possible! You're one of the most important people in his life, so he wanted to share you with his familial circle asap. So, how does this all go?

Oh, honey, grandma practically fell in love with you on first sight. You met Deuce's grandma and mom at the same time, the two sitting at the dining room table in Ms. Spade's home, sipping away on their tea. It was a little awkward with Ms. Spade, but granny practically pounced on you when Deuce said you were his significant other. She was just smiling up at you, going on about how much of a cutie you were the whole while. It was quite nice, talking over tea, Deuce smiling happily as he had an arm respectfully wrapped around your waist. Needless to say, mom relaxed a bit seeing how her mother was reacting alongside her baby boy.

Deuce didn't know why he didn't expect the baby pictures to be brought out... Baby books, baby books and more baby books. You were surprised by the sheer amount that Deuce's mother loved to do scrapbooking, it was like there was a mountain of baby books from when your sweet card soldier was growing up! There had to be about six books sitting on the coffee table. Everyone had gathered into the living room after tea, Ms. Spade excitedly flitting about the place like a child on sugar, gathering all these books to stack, Deuce slowly turning red seeing his old baby books being yanked out again. You sat next to Deuce, holding his hand with your fingers interlaced. "Here's when Deuce was two, he always played with his food, he was such a messy baby!" Ms. Spade gushed, showing off a picture of baby Deuce smiling up at the camera; baby food was smeared all over his smiling face, his hands caked in the stuff and the bowl on his little head, his pretty jade colored orbs shimmering with joy. "His little smile is infectious!" You chirped, smiling warmly at the picture of your darling boyfriend. Deuce buried his head in your hair, hiding from his embarrassment.

Deuce felt like melting into your embrace at this point. You made his night. After a fun dinner filled with embarrassing stories from when Deuce was young, warm hearty laughter and sweet gazes exchanged with your boyfriend, the two of you settled into bed, you sneaking out of the guest room grandma insisted you stay in to steal some kisses and snuggles. You settled into Deuce's arms as he kissed your rosy cheeks, tangling your legs with his under the covers. Looking into his eyes, you've never seen him look so happy since he got an 86 on his history exam. "I love you so much, baby." Deuce whispered sweetly, your heart fluttering in your chest. "I love you too, honey." You replied, your own voice laced with the sugar of your love for the jade eyed boy. "I wanna say thanks for coming with me to meet my mom and grandmother, it meant a lot to me." "Deucey, it's no trouble!" You chirped softly, smiling up at your lover. "I'm just happy they like me." "They love you, you fit perfectly into the family!" Deuce laughed, his shoulders shaking. "It's honestly a relief that you get along, I was scared things would go wrong. But, I guess I panicked for nothing." The navy haired first year continued, turning to gaze at you with so, so much love. "You're perfect after all." Deuce was gonna be the death of you, he was always so sweet. You could mark this day as a sweet, sweet success: Your boyfriend was happy, grandma loves you, mom thinks you're perfect for her son, and everything felt like utter bliss. So, without saying another word, you sealed your night with Deuce with a kiss...~

Cater Diamond

Cater being in love honestly isn't surprising; being in love is such brand booster! Cute Magicam couples? Yes please! Being real though, Cater's honestly a major handful for you, because under that cheery "Caycay is gonna slayslay" vibe that the 3rd year carries, he's honestly a complete wreck and is terrified that you'll get tired of his anticks. Shocking how he and Azul aren't besties in that regard. However, he had no need to fear! The marvelous S/O was here to save the day: Cuddles, kisses, spicy ramen and at home spa treatments were being rapid fired from your heart to claim Cater's love and destroy his anxiety! So, with the day saved, you and your lovely boyfriend could be free to talk about a tough topic; when are you gonna meet his family? Cater ended up laughing at your question and told you to start packing your bag, he's going to talk Crowley into letting you have a weekend getaway! Even if he disliked his sisters!

Already he was regretting life... Cater's sisters immediately burst out to greet their baby brother after his mom called, and the first thing they do? Tell you that your shirt is super not cute and Cater should go buy you another one. "It's what a good boyfriend would do!" The eldest sister said, folding her arms over her chest. "Yeah! It's what our boyfriends did!" His other sister chimed in. Cater was here less than five seconds and already he felt like blowing a gasket... "But this is my favorite shirt. That I bought myself." You said, crossing your arms over your chest. "You don't get to tell me what to wear, so shush." "Way to stand up for yourself, honey bunny~!" Cater chirped, smiling at you as he led you inside with an arm around your waist. The ginger boy swore he fell even harder than when he first started dating you in that moment.

Cater was internally screaming at how his sisters acted and just wanted to go home. Oh, and mom didn't really like you, so there's that. The room was a bit tense as you sat and shared tea and some lightly burned pastries made by Cater's sisters. Cater himself was suffering the overly sweet baked goods and planned to just spend the after noon there. "So, how did you and my son meet?" Mrs. Diamond asked, eying you with a sharpened gaze. "Oh, I met him at Night Raven. My friend had gotten into a predicament and I ran into him while he was painting his dorm's roses!" You explained, a warm smile coming to your face as your boyfriend started to blush softly. "He was so cute and charming, still is, honestly." "Awww, babes, stop!" Cater giggled, nuzzling your cheek against his, making you laugh in turn. "I see." His mother huffed. The rest of the time was awkward to say the least.

You could tell your boyfriend could finally breathe after you left the house. Dad wasn't around that day, bit too busy with his banking job, so you didn't get to meet him; not that you really cared, Cater's sisters ruined a good chunk of the afternoon and made your poor honey work himself to the bone! Cater dropped the cheap, fake smile on his face when you both made it out of the house, his anger flaring up as he started muttering various rants under his breath. "Caycay, do you wanna get some lunch? There's a nice ramen place we could go to." You gently suggested, wanting to make your sweetheart feel better and ease his stresses. "It's that reaaally nice one you saw on Magicam the other day. The one that Vil praised" "That...That sounds wonderful honey bunny." Cater sighed, looking at you with a tired grin. Without much thought, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, making his heart flutter. So over lunch, you both came to terms that the fam might not dig on you, but that didn't matter to you or Cater. You had each other, and that's what mattered most to you two lovebirds.

Trey Clover

You have such a good man on your hands, even if he's a touch shy with his affections. When you first broached the topic of meeting his family, Trey was taken aback. He adored you to no end, and he could see a future with you, even if it'd be long distance for a few years, why hadn't he thought of showing you off to his family? "Of course I'll introduce you, darling." He said with a warm smile, leaning down to press a peck on your cheek, "How about we visit this upcoming weekend? I'm sure Riddle can hold it together long enough."

It was a really sweet reception when you showed up. Trey's parents were told about you ahead of time by their eldest, given how he's the responsible boy he is, so you were greeted by a small banner and a custom cupcake in your favorite flavors. The banner that was hung read "welcome home!" in bold, glittering rainbow letters; it tickled you pink! You felt at home already when Trey walked you up to the bakery, and the feeling intensified when his little siblings ran over, cheering over their big brother being home and asking if you were the person mom and dad talked about on the phone with Trey. Already you loved Trey's family, they were adorable in your eyes! "I hope you're ready for the insanity that's my family." Trey playfully remarked, pulling laughter from everyone around him. You hugged your boyfriend with a smile on your face. "I look forward to every minute we stay here."

Trey loved baking alongside you, but you and his family? Talk about heaven! Trey had to help out in the family business still, given his parents ran a bakery that had opened for lunch, so alongside the sweet smells of cake, the occasional smell of crisping pepperonis and melting cheese filled your senses. You found it odd at first, but your boyfriend's father swiftly explained that a demand for some more dinner and lunch friendly goods should be offered and they complied, if only a touch. You were surprised by how willing Trey's parents were when offering your help to ease the rush, helping your darling make and top some sugar cookies with oversized chocolate chips. You ended up swiping kisses from your boyfriend while his mom worked the front of house and his dad prepared the pizzas to be sent out. It seemed the more homely setting brought out the more affectionate side of your lover; small coos of adoration left his lips, tiny kisses peppered your cheeks, and skin to skin contact was through the roof as he guided you by taking your hands into his. It was all so romantic and sweet.

It had to be a bittersweet departure after your little weekend of fun was over, but everyone loved you. You had your bags packed back up with Trey, the luggage sitting in the foyer as you ate a delightful breakfast, feeling right at home as you sat next to your beloved. Trey was holding your hand under the table as you two dug into the fluffy blueberry pancakes his mom and dad had made for everyone, one of his little brothers quickly getting your attention. "(Y/N)?" The little boy called out quietly. "Yes, little one?" You asked, your voice a soft coo. The 3rd year glanced over at you as you interacted with his baby brother, watching carefully. "Will you come back with our big brother again soon?" "Well, that depends on both me and your big brother, dear. I'd love to, though!" You replied, flashing a smile to the little guy, who hugged you. "I'm gonna miss you..." He whined. "Me two!" Trey's sister piped up. "Me thwee!" The youngest chimed in, Trey and his parents chuckling at your interactions. "You have quite the partner here, Trey." His father spoke, looking at his son in pride. "You really do, sweetie, you better try and hold onto them!" Trey's mother spoke, smiling warmly. "They're a keeper!" "I know." Trey replied, looking at you now hugging his younger siblings, warmth bubbling in his chest. "I plan to treat them right." Overall, you had a new home in the Clover family, and your boyfriend's thinking of ways to properly propose to you after the trip. Never hurts to plan it out!

Riddle Rosehearts

Oh god, oh no, this one hurts. This will never ever end well if he picks the S/O... You knew Riddle had some problems he was trying to work through, you understood, truly! And Riddle was eternally grateful for your presence and influence in his life, you had to be the best thing to ever happen to him! You were his angel sent from the stars. Which is why he dreaded introducing you to his mother. He knew his father would've been okay, and he honestly has zero issues showing you off to him! If he was actually at home that is...He was currently abroad when Riddle accidentally let it slip that he was dating. So, in came the demands to meet you to make sure you were good enough for her baby, and the news that you two were going to his house for dinner.

You both had pits in your stomachs when you showed up to the Rosehearts household... You were greeted by the intimidating visage of Riddle's mother, who was standing in the yard with her arms folded tightly over her chest, her eyes boring into you. "Hello, mother." Riddled greeted, closing himself off to your presence and tensing up, his shoulders stiff; a telltale sign that he was stressed. You had to bite back the urge to coo and coddle him like you normally did when he was upset. "Riddle." His mother hummed looking at you with disdain. "Why is your...companion here dressed like that?" She asked sharply, making you feel embarrassed. You had asked Rook of all people to style you, but it appears it's simply not up to par with the impossible standard's Mrs. Rosehearts held. "We had asked one of our fellow classmates to dress them in the finest clothes they had available." Riddle spoke. Riddle's mother tsked. "I thought that I raised you better than this, they look terribly tacky, and I thought you would've had better tastes. Come. Dinner is waiting now." Riddle clenched his fists, feeling sorrow well up in his chest as he looked at you apologetically. You rushed forward, hugging Riddle from behind and kissing his cheek to reassure him. It was still quite the sting hearing his mother act so harsh, though.

Dinner wasn't much better either... You made sure to study proper etiquette with Riddle before you came here, but none of that seemed to matter as you choked down the bland food. Seriously, who doesn't bother to season meet and just serve nothing but tomatoes, onions and iceberg lettuce for a salad...? You tried your best, but Mrs. Rosehearts just eyed you in disgust, biting her tongue but looking at Riddle with a disappointed gaze. Riddle himself couldn't tell if sorrow or anger was bubbling up in his chest. You explained you were from another world when she asked where you were from and she looked at you like you just spat on her when you told her you were magicless; despite her already knowing that. She made Riddle tell her about you after making him nearly break down in tears over the phone last night. "Pathetic! I raised my son better than this, and yet you're barely passing, have no magic, and carry no knowledge of anything worthwhile! You're nothing but a waste of his time and my own!" The harpy of a woman shrieked. Oh, that was it, he picked his side of the fence...

Riddle felt a cord finally snap as all of his years of strict, lonely suffering drove him forward. "Why can't you just be happy that I finally found someone, mother?" Riddle hissed, catching the attention of his present parent. "Because, your selection was terrible! I could pick you a much better partner." Mrs. Rosehearts said, you feeling like you could start crying. "No! I-I don't want anyone else, much less an arrangement where I'll feel nothing for the other party!" Riddle barked angrily, slamming his fist on the table as he stood up. "I want who I fell in love with! I want my rose! I want to stay with (Y/N)!" "When will you see that you're worth more than them?!" "They've been nothing short of an angel to me, fixing the damage you caused!" Riddle yelled, his face bright red from anger. "They're worth far more than me from where I stand!" "Then you can just take that garbage and get them out of this house, you and I will start studying to find you a suitable-" "If they leave, I'm leaving with them, in fact, that's a wonderful idea!" Riddle bellowed, you looking up at him and rising from your seat. Rushing to his side, you tugged him out of the house as Riddle's mother screamed at you two from the kitchen and out the door, Riddle yelling that she won't take you away; he's had so much stripped from him, he refuses to lose you. This entire situation was a disaster, but you knew your precious prince loved you so dearly. Once you two made it back to his dorm, Riddle looked exhausted. You asked him what you could do to ease his struggles after he changed into his pajamas. "My rose, tonight, I just want to forget everything, rules and all..." Riddle whined, looking at you with tired slate grey orbs. "I just want to hold you in my arms and wake up to your face..." "Of course, my love." You cooed softly, kissing his cheeks as you both crawled under the covers of his bed, Riddle curling into your form instantly. Under the warmth of the duvet, everything felt right; you were his and he was yours, and no tyrant was ever going to rip you apart. Riddle had proven his iron clad love belonged to you and you alone.

#twisted wonderland x reader #heartslabyul #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #heartslaybul x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #riddle rosehearts #twst headcanons

[agaypanic]

Hello! I'd love to request Charlie Swan with a teacher girlfriend. Perhaps he comes to visit on his lunch or something and sees how attached the kids are to her and it makes him happy to see how caring she is. Please and thank you!(I work with pre k but my former class was todds and they are still clingy 💖💖)

Lunch Break (Charlie Swan X Teacher!Reader)

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Summary: Chief Swan visits his girlfriend on his lunch break, and can’t help but adore the way she is with her students.

A/N: i know nothing about taking care of or teaching little kids lol

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Charlie wasn’t used to being around a toddler, let alone twenty of them. Even when his daughter Bella was at that age, he didn’t see her much. 

Yet here he was, sitting in his girlfriend’s classroom, having lunch with her while a group of toddlers napped on the floor.

“So, how’s your day been?” You asked in a whisper, picking at the burger and fries that Charlie had brought you from the Carver Cafe.

“Oh, not much.” He responded in an equally low voice, but more gruff. His fingers smoothed over his mustache before speaking again. “Still looking into those missing persons cases, but we’ve been coming up with nothing.”

“You’ll find something, bear.” You squeezed his shoulder, and he leaned into your touch. “You always do.”

“Yeah, maybe… But enough about me, how’s your day?”

You let out a tiny laugh, not surprised that Charlie would bounce the attention onto you as soon as he could.

“Well, today we had an art day.” You gestured to one of your tables on the opposite side of the room, covered in different drying papers. “Watercolor, crayon, markers, that kind of thing. That was really fun. I know I shouldn’t play favorites, but I really like Delilah’s. You know her mom, right? Samantha?” Charlie nodded after a quick moment of thought, and so you continued. “Well, she wanted to make a meadow, so she covered her paper in green, and then she stamped little fingerprints all over as flowers. I mean, you kinda have to ask her what it is to figure out what it is, but I don’t know, it was really cute and- oh my god, I’m rambling, huh?” You covered your mouth to stop more word vomit from spilling, a little giggle slipping past your fingers.

Charlie pulled your hand away, laying a kiss on your knuckles. He nudged your knee with his own, a coy smile on his lips.

“No, I like hearing you talk.” Your cheeks reddened, and you scrunched your nose at him. He squeezed your hand. “Come on, keep going. What happened after painting?”

“Read the kids a story.” You answered, trying to remember the title. “They really like that Llama Llama book. But some of the kids really wanted ‘Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus!’ so I told them I’d read that after nap time. Then they all had food, fell asleep, and then you came with lunch.” You ate a fry before stealing a sip of Charlie’s coffee. You liked how he didn’t mind, instead watching you with a fond expression. “Which is delicious, by the way, thank you.”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

“Ms. Y/n?” A tiny voice sounded from one of the sleeping mats. You gave Charlie’s hand a quick squeeze before letting go and standing up from your chair.

“Jayden?” You asked quietly, even though you knew it was him from his voice. “Are you okay?”

“Bad dream.” The little boy answered, rolling off his cot and looking at you with bleary eyes and a frown.

“Aw, I’m sorry, honey.” You said softly, crouching down close to him. “Do you want a hug?”

He nodded a few times, carefully walking through his sleeping classmates to reach you. He latched his arms around your neck, and you patted his back, waiting until he felt better.

Charlie saw the interaction from the corner of his eye, not wanting little Jayden to feel watched. He couldn’t help but smile at how quickly you were able to comfort him. It was clear that you were made for this kind of work, being so caring and nurturing without even thinking about it.

“Feeling better?” You asked Jayden as he let go of you, and he nodded. You smiled at him. “I’m glad. Now, you have a couple more minutes before we gotta start waking up. Do you wanna lay back down?” Jayden nodded again, and with a little wave of his hand, he tiptoed back over to his mat. 

When he was settled, you stood up from your crouched position and went back to Charlie, who was looking at you with a twinkle in his eye.

“What?” You asked, finishing off the rest of your food.

“Nothing.” He said, shaking his head a bit. Charlie looked at his watch and sighed, realizing his break was almost over. “I should probably leave. The boys’ll need me back at the station soon.”

“Okay.” You said with a slight pout, wishing you had more time with him. The two of you cleaned up, Charlie insisting that he could throw the trash away on his way out. “I’ll see you later, bear.”

“See you soon, sweetheart.” Charlie kissed your cheek and went to the door, giving you a wave before exiting the room.

#agaypanic #charlie swan #charlie swan x reader #twilight #twilight x reader

[talaok]

Hey, I have this huge exam next week, it’s the biggest exam of my life so far and I’m stressed af. I consider myself a chill person but I’m feeling beyond anxious all the time and I have never felt this stressed in my life. It’s so hard to take care of myself rn like I don’t feel like eating but I have to because I’m nauseous and then I can’t find anything I’d like to eat and it makes me more anxious IT’S A VICIOUS CYCLE I SWEAR AND APPARENTLY I HAVE TO EAT EVERY FOUR HOURS EVERY DAY BC I’M A HUMAN??

anyway, sorry for oversharing. I was gonna ask if you could write sth with pedro taking care of stressed reader, making sure she eats and is hydrated, filing up her coffee, cuddling with her when she has crying sessions wiping her tears and telling her everything’s gonna be okay and he’s gonna be there for her with every step no matter what. I literally crave comfort right now, and I’d be so grateful if you could write something 🥹

I love how caring and kind you are with asks, thank you so so so much for being here. Love you 💕💕💕💕

pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

a/n: Im so so sorry love, im one hundred percent sure youll do great, but in the meantime, i hope this will make you feel a little bit better, love you💗💗 (this ask did skip the line bc if i posted it two weeks from now it wouldn't have made any sense)

He didn't know how or when, but all of a sudden, all you did was study.

And at first, he didn't really think anything of it, you'd told him about the exam and about how important it was, so he understood, but what he didn't expect, was just how much you'd be studying.

You raised your head only to answer him, and even when you did, it was monosyllabic.

"Have you eaten anything?"

"no"

"did you drink any water today?"

"not really"

And no matter how many times he'd tell you how bad for you that was, the next time he asked, the answers were always the same. And that's exactly why by the second day, he had stopped asking and instead, started doing.

He had conceived a whole plan of attack.

For the days when he, unfortunately, had to go to work, he left two full water bottles and a glass on your desk, and an already cooked lunch in the fridge, so that all you needed to do was heat it up in the microwave.

But on the days when he didn't have to go to work, he took it upon himself to become your personal assistant, and your worst nightmare altogether.

No matter how much you complained, he forced you to take a break at least every two hours, he made sure you were drinking the water he poured into your glass, he made you coffee every time you asked, (always only after having reminded you that you didn't need more coffee but more sleep) and finally, he cooked or ordered all of your favorite foods in the hopes that it would make you feel more like eating (which never seemed to work).

Today, thankfully, he got to stay home, so for the thousand time, he walked into the studio to check in on you.

"hey there" he smiled, watching you half-heartedly wave at him before returning your full attention to your book "I brought you a snack," he said, placing the apple slices on your desk and making a soft laugh flee your mouth.

He had turned into a soccer mom, but god it felt good to hear you laugh again.

He got behind you to start gently massaging what he was sure must have been sore shoulders.

"how's it going?"

"bad" you grumbled, relaxing the tiniest bit at his touch

"I'm sorry" he murmured, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head "you wanna take a break?"

"It's not been two hours yet"

"I know, but I think it would be good for you" he explained "We could take a walk maybe"

You sighed, closing your eyes "I can't"

"sweetheart" he cooed, crouching down to be at your level and turning your chair towards him "you're gonna burn yourself out if you continue like this"

"I know but..." you glanced back at your notes "I can't fail this exam"

"and you're not gonna" he immediately reassured you

He watched something happen behind your eyes, 

"not if I keep taking breaks"

"baby-" he murmured, taking your hand in his and watching as your mouth curved downwards for the quickest moment 

"I just-I'm so anxious," you said, your voice breaking "I-I can't fail- I just can't"

"hey hey hey" he cooed, his eyes looking for yours "Sweetheart, it's ok"

And that was the moment you couldn't hold it anymore, all the stress and fear you'd been bottling up for days started spilling from your eyes.

"n-no it's not, I-I... I don't even know, I just..." you sobbed, and when you looked at him, he swore he heard his heart break " I feel like shit"

"sugar..." he murmured, wasting no time wrapping his arms around you "I'm so sorry baby," he spoke gently to your ear as his hands stroked your hair and back 

You hid your face in his chest as you cried all you had to cry.

"it's all gonna be alright sweetheart, I promise"

But at that, for some reason, you only started to cry harder.

"ok this is it, hold onto me"

And you had just the time to frown, before he had picked you up and walked out of the room and into the living room.

"w-what are you doing?"

"forcing you to take a break"

"I could have walked" A small smile appeared on your lips, and with it, a small wave of relief washed over Pedro's body.

"You've done enough today" he explained, sitting down on the couch with you, and in less than a moment, your whole body had clung to his.

Your left leg was draped over his, and your head was on his chest, as he held you close with both his arms.

"y/n, you're not gonna fail" he started gently "You're the smartest person I've ever met"

"That's not true" you muttered, your words muffled by his body

"yes it is" he insisted "And baby I promise you, that everything is gonna be alright" he swore, slowly running a hand through your hair "and that no matter what, I'm gonna be here for you, ok?"

It took a moment for you to respond, but after a few beats of silence, a muffled "ok" made its way to Pedro's ears.

"yeah?" he asked, again, encouraging you to meet his gaze.

"yeah" you sniffled, as you finally looked up

"Feeling better?"

"yes" you nodded "Thank you"

He tightened his hug, as he bent down, to ghost your mouth "I love you baby" he kissed you "Whatever you need, I'm always gonna be here for you"

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x gn reader #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #fluff #pedro pascal blurb #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x fem reader #pedro pascal x f!reader #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal angst #pedro pascal fanfic #the last of us #narcos #pedro pascal fandom

[httpsghostie]

ok hear me out- hurt/comfort with your dad best friend!ghost 🫢 i'm just craving for more of that series...

LOOK idk if you meant nsfw or sfw so I wrote what came to mind and didn't think much of it, still, feel free to ask if u want anything else 🩷

literally had an argument w my narcissistic mother today and almost broke the house down 😀 wish I had a dilf like Simon to run to smh

I hope u enjoy cuz idk I'm sad bro

Summary: you show up at Simon's door seeking for his comfort.

Word Count: around 600

Warnings: dbf!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x female!reader, kinda angst?, hurt/comfort situation blablabla

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"Horrible fucking day." 

Black eyeliner and mascara stained your swollen cheeks after crying for what felt like eternity. Simon stood there, inside his apartment, still holding the doorknob and trying to understand if this was somehow a joke. He had a confused expression, lips parting to formulate a sentence, but he just stepped back and signed for you to come in.

"What happened?" 

He asked as he headed to the kitchen and put some water in the kettle to make you a warm cup of tea. You sank on his couch, holding your knees to your chest in a fetal position and broke down in tears again.

"Fucking everything." You sobbed. "Why do I always have to do everything wrong, why do I have to be such a bad person?"

"You're… not?"

"I am. I am a terrible person in my mom's terms." He raised his eyebrows and sighed as you slowly started to talk louder.

"What did she do now?"

"Apparently I can't use my fucking voice in that fucking house, she's always the right one in every situation, she's never wrong, Simon, she's never fucking wrong."

"Ok, love, that's a lot of fucks, even for me."

You chuckled as he poured the water in a mug and brought you tea. It smelled so good, even though your nose was blocked from crying too much you could still sense the sweet smell of such a simple thing as his tea.

You had an exquisite relationship with Simon, he was best friends with your father, so anything besides talking kinda felt wrong. But he was such a good person to you, he truly understood your feelings and besides the point, he was the one you ran to whenever something bad happened, just like right now.

You sipped the tea, starting to calm down little by little.

"Better now?" He was sitting on the coffee table in front of you, and for a moment you wondered how the hell did that furniture not break with his weight. You nodded. "See? Tea makes everything better."

"You're so chronically british." You laughed.

"Oh, come on, I gave you a beautiful smile, hm?" Despite the unspoken restrictions from interacting with a girl that was way younger than him, he couldn't contain his flirtatious tone when he was alone with you.

"Ok, Simon, ok." You laughed with him and took a few more sips of his delicious tea.

"Alright, you, my dear, look worse than me when I take my mask off after being on a mission for three days in a row without sleeping."

"Thank you?" You giggled as he went to the bathroom and picked some wipes.

"Close your eyes." He said, standing behind you on the couch, trying to make you stop laughing. You laid your head back and smiled as he wiped your makeup off. "There you go, much better."

"Thanks, Si." You opened your eyes and looked at his upside down figure smiling softly at you.

Your eyes met, and suddenly you were lost in his deep ocean eyes, falling in a trance. Both of your smiles faded as his hands gently caressed your cheeks, leaning his body towards you. He gave you a peck on the forehead and one on your nose, then softly kissed your lips.

"Always."

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since I've rewatched the special, I made a list of some of my favorite choices:

the Doctor casually handing the sonic screwdriver to Donna while he was building the energy walls, because he knew she'd help him

the damn walls themselves that came out of nowhere to look like a new BOTW feature LMAO

the way Donna reluctantly said "skinny minnie, you're not bad" and the Doctor smiled so smugly that he had been able to impress her again

the Doctor bandaged the Meep with so much love??? there's so much tenderness in 14

Donna Noble being the fiercely loving mother we all knew she would be and defending her daughter from all sorts of things fills me with so much delight. she feels so real to the Donna we knew, and to the mothers who are like that

Donna sprinting after the Doctor and arriving at the control room out of breath to say "That's enough running" LMAO

it hurt me the slow way Donna said "binary, binary, binary" in direct contrast to the way she said it the first time when she got stuck. my girl isn't stuck anymore!!!!

Donna PISSED that she gave the money away because she couldn't remember why she felt like she should give the money away LOL. it made her "as soft" as the Doctor lmao

the Doctor's absolute JOY when Donna's properly back and they are once again in sync

"She chose her own name." Rose having part of her mom's Time Lordness which also came from the Doctor, so they all three understand how important the name Rose is, and what she represents in Donna's life since Rose Tyler helped her in Turn Left. we'll see if this is ever brought up again

Shaun Temple being certain that 1) Donna would never cheat on him and 2) especially not with the skinny spaceman HAHAHA. Donna and Shaun both roasting the Doctor about it, I loved it

the Doctor remembers Donna's coffee order 😭 the fact the TARDIS has a coffee machine to signal there's time to stop and chat over a cup, how we've grown. now add chairs.

"it killed me, it killed me, it killed me." boy, do we know this is both literal and metaphorical. seeing 14 saying all that which 10 couldn't say is giving me a lot of emotions

all the instances the doctor protects Donna (and her family). like him walking on his knees to prevent the Meep from shooting her; or when the regeneration energy kicks in, and the Doctor keeps himself as close to the glass as he can, trying to comfort Donna; or when the TARDIS explodes at the end and his first instinct is to shield her from the flames. like this is the stuff, bro. this is love.

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Genesis

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ch. lxxi - tequilla shots, 10 to be exact

fashion mogul!mingi × reader

tw : mentions of sexual harrassment

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!! A T T E N T I O N !!

things aren't always what it seems but when even the truth is left unheard, what can people do? one musn't lie but what if the lie is more accepted than the truth? the scariest thing in this world isn't monsters or demons. it's people with no agenda and time to waste.

It musn't have taken a long time from the time Yunho opened the door to where you were next.

One moment you were folding Mingi's laundry in his room and the next thing you know, you were with the man whose underwear you were folding, the man who had been actively avoiding you, in the hallway, facing each other whilst sitting diagonally with a bit of space between you two. Neither of you had talked since Yunho excused himself out the door. It had been 10 minutes since you both sat down and it felt like one of you was waiting for the other to open a conversation first. It was a waiting game between the two of you.

Until one cracked first.

"I... Won't blame you for keeping things from me, I don't blame you at all," Mingi spoke out, voice cracking slightly as if his emotion was trying to get the best of him, "I just want to know why," he didn't look at you for one but as he spoke but you understood why he did that. You understood why he didn't want to be influenced by the look on your face as you uncovered the secret behind your break up with Hongjoong.

"Hongjoong and I met when I was still an intern at Couvang and he was an associate in his previous company, learning how to be a merchandiser and I contacted him to get connected to his boss which I failed to do and he felt bad for the rejection so he took me out. We officially dated two months after the rejection and we helped each other with our respective careers. Then he moved to work at The Gallerio and I was so happy for him because he got his dream job at his dream company and I got to accompany him. Considering the demands in his line of work and the clause in my contract, we decided to keep our relationship as close as we could by severely limiting our couple tweets and drowning those couple tweets in other tweets. We tried our best and it was proven to be effective, no one cared that we were together or they simply didn't know because after Hongjoong got his recognition, he stopped tagging me upon my request. Then comes the wedding. You would've thought that we broke up because of budgeting issues or guest lists or maybe an issue with our exes but nothing of the sort, the wedding planner even said that we were one of the most decisive and in tune couple she had ever worked with. Hell, we even went under budget and over the top somehow. I remember... It was one night after my dress-fitting, I brought my cousin whom we appointed as the flower girl and I told him about how her mom was grateful that we involved them simply because she now had something to do other than chauffeur her kids and attend to her husband. Hongjoong said that he felt bad that she had to go through life as a stay-at-home mom and I told him that I could see why she decided to become a stay-at-home mom because raising kids, being a chauffeur, taking care of her husband's needs, whilst still being expected to have a social life is a whole circus of its own and it was worth it and that I was thinking that once we start having kids of our own, I'd quit my job and be a stay-at-home mom myself. That night, we didn't talk more about that but I had a feeling that Hongjoong kept something from me. Turns out, by the end of the week, he packed his things while I was at work, waited for me to come home, then tearily said 'I'm sorry for doing this, I just can't respect someone who'd throw away their career, what they worked so hard for, to be a stay-at-home parent' then he hauled his ass out of my life and apparently to Europe before I could understand what he meant and it wasn't until I called his aunt from the countryside that I realized what had happened. He left me because of something that hadn't happened yet and I was so embarrassed that I failed in my relationship that I haven't even told my friends because I don't want them to think of me the same way," you chuckled bitterly.

You hadn't realized that you were crying because you were so focused on telling your side of the story until your face was cupped gently and you saw Mingi looking at you with a broken-hearted look on his face. When did he even got that close to you? It was true, Mingi expected that the reason for your breakup was differences or clashing opinions when you were planning your wedding. He even considered the possibility of one of you cheating and he hated himself for hoping that if that were the case, it was you who cheated because he was pissed at the situation. Something, anything that could justify your action which may or may not be based on shame. But never could he have imagined that it was because of something as stupid as employment or the lack of to focus on being a mom which he thinks is a noble thing.

In all honesty, Mingi had nothing to say about your situation because he felt disgusted. He was disgusted by himself for basically forcing you to revisit such a painful memory. How could he have done that? He wanted to apologize, he wanted to let you know how he never should have done that, forced you to share something so sensitive. But he didn't want to make things about him. He didn't want to make it about him because if he apologized, he knew you'd accept it and that would only alleviate his guilt but not take away your pain.

Mingi thought that the least he could do was to open up to you himself.

"H-have I told you about the gay allegation? M-my gay allegation?" He started meekly, afraid that you'd react badly. But through teary eyes that he soon helped wipe away with the calloused pad of his thumb gently, you stared at him with only curiosity and that got him to crack a small smile, the smile that you missed over the past couple of days. "Well... I... I also haven't told my friends this because over time, I think the truth became irrelevant and I'm just... Desensitized to it."

You could see that it was hard for Mingi to talk about it judging by how long it took him to form his sentence. "Mingi... You don't-" But he cut you off immediately.

"I used to have a mentor. He was my college professor and a prominent figure in contemporary fashion and he was like a father to me. He helped me land an internship at a creative house that often works with big brands and even after I started working there, he still mentored me. When Men's Today poached me to be an associate editor, he threw a party in my honour. That was the first time the photographer I had worked with often times groped me. He cornered me when I was alone in the men's room and he grabbed my ass, pulled me close to him and told me how his wife wouldn't mind him tasting me just to see how talented I was. I pushed him away and ran to my mentor and I told him everything, I told him what happened while crying and when he heard that, he cried too but he congratulated me. He said that it was... Part of the job, to be flirted with and even touched inappropriately without my consent and I can't complain. I can't report them. Not if I want to succeed and make a name for myself. But I was determined to break the cycle, I wanted to stop the harassment and just be known for what I can do but through every situation I was cornered and forced, and abused, I realized that these people are smart. There was no way I could prove that they sexually harassed me and they made sure I know that I will never be able to work in the industry if I report them. So I made a choice to work within the corrupted, broken system to protect people like me. Through the groupings, hand holdings, arm linking and cheek kisses in public, I let them happen because I didn't want to lose the reputation I had built on crying every night because I felt disgusted by myself for not having more spine about this issue, why did I let myself go through it? It never got easier, I just got numb, I guess."

The tears you shed before were from reliving your own pain but this time, it was for Mingi who had to endure all the pain and shame all by himself. Not to mention the fact that he couldn't even tell his friends, For you, your friends were aware of the things going on with Hongjoong except for the part where he said he couldn't respect you if you decided to give up your job. But Mingi couldn't even tell his friends that he was being taken advantage of.

"Mingi, oh my god, that's not just harassment, that's assault I think," you sighed, closing your eyes in dejection. Mingi bitterly smiled and nodded, "At best, I guess."

"Why are you telling me this?" you asked, hiccuping slightly.

At first, Mingi just pursed his lips, wanting to tell you that it was because he wanted to return the favour of being vulnerable. But he knew it wasn't true, it wasn't as simple as sharing pain because he could've told you about the time his dad left him which was a more common pain. He could've told you about the time he was bullied all through elementary school because he was lanky and nerdy and didn't seem like he had much in him. So why did he decide to tell you something traumatic that was still going on?

"I... I trust you," he said, shoulders relaxing as if admitting that relieved him of burden. "Don't you trust your friends too?" that question could've stumped Mingi because it was true, he trusted his friends. But with you, it felt different.

Carefully, Mingi let his hands envelop yours, the warmth that transferred slowly from his skin to yours, comforting you as soon as you felt his warmth, "I trust them a lot. They're basically my brothers, that's why if they didn't trust me, if they mocked me, or if they rejected me because of this, I wouldn't be able to take it. But you? I'm not saying that you're broken, but you've had your fair share of bitter pill in life, hard decisions you were forced to take, paths you were put on that was never your plan, hopes that were squandered by someone you trusted, you loved. So I believe that you'd trust me, you'd accept me despite what I faced."

Your heart clenched at his words. All this time you thought that he was an indecisive dumbass, a product of coddling, a stereotypical stupid jerk. Turns out he was just a child at heart who was never given the opportunity to make his own choice, that's why he didn't know what kind of decision to make when he actually had the chance to, how to react in situations that's troubling. It's not his fault he's a dumbass, he had just been living life the way people forced him to and he had been desensitized by his situation that he has the emotional ability of a 5-year-old. He's just a child at heart.

More tears poured down your cheeks, causing Mingi to panic, thinking that he had said the wrong thing to you. But before he could even apologize for making you cry, you reached over and hugged him as tightly as you could without harming your belly. "I'm sorry for not telling you about me and Hongjoong, not giving you a chance to choose how to react and not trusting that you could handle the information," you sobbed into his chest, taking him completely by surprise. "I shouldn't have done that, I should've told you but I was scared and ashamed of what happened between me and him. I thought it wouldn't have mattered anyway until Hongjoong showed up at the hospital and ever since then, I have been making the wrong decision." Slowly, Mingi's arms wrapped around your waist, reciprocating your guilt and accepting your apology. "I'm sorry too for leaving just like that, not having a conversation first," sneakily he peeked down at your belly and smiled tearily, "Thank you for accompanying your mom while daddy was being a dodo, bean." You pushed him, laughing genuinely for the first time in two days, "You're such a dork," you said as you pushed him lightly on the shoulder, now in a lighter mood.

You were about to sit back down in your previous spot when Mingi pulled you in gently flush to him so he could rest his cheek on the top of your head. It felt nice, you felt safe. Mingi felt secure like he was a fortress made out of the most comfortable, sturdy material. If that's a thing.

"So..." You sighed, nervous slightly, "What do we do now?"

"We face whatever comes next," then you felt him slink a hand around your waist, resting his palm on your stomach while his other hand used his thumb to caress the back of his palm, "Together."

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The Verdict- Chapter Four

Pairing: Vincent Renzi x OFC

Warnings: mentions of parental death, mentions of suicide, sexual themes.

A/N: happy Saturday! I have nothing to say except thank you to everyone who reached out with praise for this fic and urged me to continue. Big shout out to @luxlisbons who is constantly feeding me inspiration and listening to my neurotic ass. If you want to be added to my taglist, just let me know.

The arrangement that had begun as a matter of convenience had quickly transformed the dynamic between Leah and Vincent. Sharing Vincent's apartment brought them into a proximity that neither had anticipated, a closeness that underscored their days with an undercurrent of unspoken tension and unacknowledged attraction.

The mornings found them navigating the small kitchen together, a dance of shared spaces and quiet exchanges over coffee. These moments, charged with a palpable tension, were filled with lingering glances and the brush of fingers that neither could completely dismiss as accidental. The air between them was thick with something more than just the steam from the kettle—a budding desire that neither had yet dared to voice.

The first week bled into the second with ease as Leah and Vincent became acclimated as roommates. Leah, in the constant pursuit of finding a new temporary home, found herself discouraged each time she showed Vincent a listing.

“Bad neighborhood,” he would say, or “I don’t think that place suits you.”

Leah eventually gave up, falling asleep on the couch most nights when Vincent decided to work late in a quiet attempt to give him back his bedroom. Without failure, though, she would wake with Vincent asleep across from her on the chaise lounge. A testament to both their stubbornness.

As they delved deeper into the case, their evenings often stretched into late nights, with legal documents and books scattered across the living room table. The professional masks they wore during the day gradually slipped away in the privacy of their apartment, giving rise to laughter, shared stories, and the occasional bottle of wine that led their conversations from work to personal revelations.

"I've noticed the way you look at Daniel sometimes," Vincent broached the topic cautiously. "Do you have kids I don't know about?"

Leah shook her head, chuckling. "No, I just empathize with him. My mom... she committed suicide when I was a teenager. It's hard not to see his pain and not relate it back to my own."

Vincent nodded, his expression somber. "I'm sorry."

Leah waved off his apology with a smile. "Don't be sorry. I hate talking about it. I'm sorry I even brought it up."

Vincent shook his head. "It's okay. I appreciate glimpses into your world."

"What about you?" Leah inquired. "Any kids? Deceased parents? Any skeletons you want to share?"

"No kids that I know of. My mother is a publisher and very much alive. At least she was an hour ago," Vincent quipped.

"So that's who you were talking to. Sounded intense," Leah teased, referring to Vincent's animated phone call earlier.

Vincent chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Do you suddenly speak French?"

Leah shook her head, grinning. "Her tone was very motherly. She's quite loud."

"She can be nosy, but I always answer her calls. She keeps her distance," Vincent explained, blinking and clearing his throat.

"And your dad?" Leah probed. "Is he as nosy as your mom?"

"I wouldn't know," Vincent shrugged, meeting her gaze. "I've never met him."

Leah, suddenly embarrassed, felt the smallness and intimacy of the space they shared, shook her head, a tumble of apologies fell from her lips.

“It’s fine. Really.” Vincent reassured her, his hand reached out to pat her hand.

“Really put my foot in my mouth with that one.” She admitted with a nervous laugh.

“Is your dad alive?” Vincent asked, opening up the space to dive deeper.

“Unfortunately so,” Leah sighed, “at least he was the last time I checked.”

Leah grabbed her glass of wine sitting between the heap of legal papers on the coffee table, sipping generously from it.

“Long story.” Leah sighed and looked away from Vincent.

“I have time.” He said with a gentle smile.

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“Is it still awkward?” Kate's voice echoed from the phone resting on the kitchen table as Leah paced around the empty kitchen.

“No,” Leah admitted, “I mean, there have been a few incidents, but overall, it's not awkward.”

“Ooooh,” Kate quipped, “tell me more.”

Leah, her cheeks growing warmer with each passing moment as the memory replayed in her mind, sighed, “He was supposed to be out late for dinner with mom, so I decided to relax in the tub. The apartment was eerily quiet, and he just walked right into the bathroom while I was sprawled out like a stranded orca in the tub. We both just stared at each other, frozen in place, until he slammed the door and bolted. I wanted to waterboard myself!”

Kate burst into laughter as Leah covered her eyes.

“He kept apologizing profusely, and I begged him to pretend it never happened!” Leah rubbed her face and let out a sigh.

“There was also the time I peeled off my sweatshirt in the middle of the night and dozed off with a flimsy tank top on. I'm sure he got an eyeful then, but he was respectful about it. Unlike the time I woke up to find him in the kitchen, in his briefs, frying eggs, and it was staring at me, and I was staring at it. I had to step outside onto the balcony and pretend to admire the weather while I regained control.”

Kate, once again amused, cackled from her end of the call.

“Jesus Christ, Leah,” she exclaimed, “just fuck him already!”

Leah huffed and shook her head, “I highly doubt that will happen, Kate.”

“Nice people fuck every day, Leah,” Kate persisted.

“Maybe so, but not in this house,” Leah remained resolute. “Besides, he's kind. He went out and bought some apples when I mentioned that I like to snack on them in the middle of the night. I woke up one morning, and there was a bowl of them on the kitchen table.”

“You like him,” Kate remarked, her smile evident in her voice.

“As a roommate, yes,” Leah replied.

“I can picture you standing there, nervously biting your cuticles, pacing back and forth. You must be blushing like a dozen different shades of pink,” Kate teased, sensing Leah's inner turmoil.

“I told him about my mom last night,” Leah confessed softly, “and my dad and Charlotte.”

“Ah, yes, daddy and step-mother dearest,” Kate joked, “Eddie and Betty Machete. That's quite a load of baggage to unload on him.”

Leah shrugged, “He asked, and I told him. I'm pretty sure Charlotte isn't the first person to fuck and marry her best friend's husband. Ex-husband? It's still unsettling to me after all these years.”

“Did he share any juicy details with you?” Kate inquired.

“His mom had a fling in Ireland in the eighties and came back with him as a souvenir. He's never met his father,” Leah revealed.

“See, you've trauma bonded. Just make a move on him already!” Kate laughed.

“You're crazy. I have to go,” Leah playfully rolled her eyes.

“Don't call me back until you've fucked him!” Kate yelled out as Leah hung up.

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Leah was certain that Vincent was in love with Sandra. She had sensed it the first time she saw them together in Sandra's chalet kitchen. Vincent was making pasta, soothing her with soft coos as she cried over the triviality of Parmesan cheese. The day's drama had reached its peak as she sobbed into the open refrigerator door. It had seemed puzzling at that moment, but after spending so much time with Vincent and picking up on his little nuances, Leah was convinced. This realization became even clearer as she watched Sandra recount her meeting with Samuel through the camcorder's flipped screen.

"He was... he was one of the few people I knew who could change the atmosphere in a room just by walking in. I suppose that's what charm is, isn't it? I fell in love with his charm," Sandra said, reflecting on her feelings.

She spoke of not feeling understood by her family or friends growing up, of feeling truly seen only when Samuel came into her life. She longed for a time when that connection still existed, reminiscing on what was lost. Leah felt a deep resonance with Sandra's words, hanging on to every syllable as if Sandra was guiding her on a precarious tightrope, with the ground beneath widening, threatening to swallow her whole.

Vincent's lighter pinged from his seat near the window. Leah observed him lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke out the open window.

"Don't say it's gone," Vincent urged Sandra, prompting her to share how she and Samuel first met. She briefly recounted how he had landed a job at a London university and how they had moved there together. She praised his teaching skills and his ability to make everything vibrant and accessible. However, despite all this, Samuel longed for more, as people naturally do. It seemed as though he had chased his dreams straight out the window. Sandra contrasted her own ease with writing to his struggles with time management when working on his novel. Then, she recounted Daniel's accident in vivid detail.

Nour nodded along as Vincent offered suggestions, while Leah sat motionless, pondering whether everyone had a defining crisis in their life that altered them forever.

During a brief respite, Leah stepped outside for a breath of fresh Alpine air. The cold bit at her cheeks, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the indoors. She was soon joined by Sandra, who, in a rare moment of vulnerability outside of what Vincent had requested from her for the sake of the case, offered Leah a cigarette. The two women, standing side by side against the backdrop of snow and solitude, shared a silence that spoke volumes.

It was Sandra who broke the quiet, her voice tinged with a mix of resignation and defiance. "You remind me of a cat, you know. A black cat—slinky, chic, and a bit intimidating. But ultimately harmless." Her comparison, unexpected yet oddly accurate, drew a surprised laugh from Leah, the tension between them easing.

Leah took a slow drag, considering Sandra's words. "A black cat, huh? I'll take that as a compliment, I suppose. They're survivors, after all."

Sandra's lips quirked into a semblance of a smile, a glimmer of the woman she might have been before tragedy had taken its toll. "Survivors, yes. But they're also misunderstood. Feared for no reason other than superstition."

The conversation, meandering between confessions and observations, offered Leah a glimpse into Sandra's soul—her fears, her regrets, and her defiant hope for vindication. For Sandra, the moment provided a rare connection, a sense of being seen beyond the accusations and the public persona crafted by the media and the court.

As they stamped out their cigarettes and turned to head back inside, the brief camaraderie forged in the Alpine chill left a mark on both of them.

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It was Vincent who suggested that Leah ride back to Paris with Nour before it got too late. He wanted to have a private conversation with Sandra, and although Leah felt a tug in her chest and her internal monologue firing on all cylinders, she didn't resist much. "Attorney-client privileges," she told herself, even though she couldn't recall ever sharing a drink or personal history with the people she had represented.

Nour chattered about the case for most of the journey back, while Leah tried her best to engage in the conversation. However, it was evident that something was amiss. Leah couldn't quite pinpoint what it was or why she felt the way she did.

The apartment was dimly lit when Leah returned, with only a few rays of light streaming through the kitchen window, casting a stripe across the living room. She quickly shed the day away by washing her face and changing into an old collegiate sweatshirt before settling on the couch with a glass of Chablis to unwind. As she slowly drained the bottle of Chablis, she reflected on the weeks spent with Vincent and Sandra. Their dynamic became increasingly clear in her mind, stirring a jealousy within Leah that she had only experienced as a teenager caught in the turmoil of an unfaithful father and an emotionally unstable mother years ago.

"Ancient history," Vincent's words echoed in Leah's thoughts.

As she drifted off to sleep, the last thought on Leah's mind was what was truly unfolding in Sandra's home and why it was affecting her so deeply.

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Leah, never a heavy sleeper, was immediately awoken by the sound of the front door opening and closing. Despite Vincent's attempts to be quiet, his efforts were useless. Slowly sitting up on the couch, she switched on the tableside lamp as the bathroom sink began to run. A few moments later, Vincent emerged in the living room, offering her an apologetic smile as he observed her rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Can I ask you a question?" Leah asked, to which Vincent nodded in response.

"What's the dynamic between you and Sandra?" Leah shifted on the couch, observing as Vincent's eyebrows arched upwards in surprise.

"What are you talking about?" Vincent questioned, tilting his head. "I'm her lawyer."

"I'm not stupid, Vincent." For some reason, Leah felt compelled to delve deeper. "You paid her for bail."

Vincent, confused by Leah's sudden change in tone and line of questioning, gave her a quizzical look. "Only a portion of it."

Displeased with his response, Leah shook her head. "I wouldn't go to such lengths for a client."

"She's a friend," Vincent explained.

"‘Ancient history,’” Leah echoed his words back at him. “You don’t describe a friend as ‘ancient history.’”

“What's the matter? Why does it concern you?” Vincent inquired, slightly puzzled, moving closer to where she was seated on the couch.

"It just struck me earlier as I reflected on the past few weeks that something hasn't felt right, like I'm on the outside looking in. But then I saw the way you looked at her earlier. And then it hit me," Leah said, casting a heavy glance at Vincent.

"What hit you? What are you trying to say?" Vincent asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Are you defending her because you genuinely believe she's innocent, or because your feelings for her have clouded your judgment?" Leah questioned.

"I'm standing up for her because she's my friend, Leah. Because I believe in her innocence," Vincent explained.

A bitter laugh escaped Leah. "Friendship can blind us, Vincent. We're trained to read people as lawyers, but sometimes the truth is staring us in the face."

Leah shook her head incredulously. "And you sent me down the mountain with Nour. Usually, you want me right there with you, just to have another perspective."

Vincent's eyes widened in disbelief. "Leah, what is this really about?"

Leah's tone turned sharp. “If there's something between you and her, I need to know. I want to trust your judgment, not your feelings."

Vincent shook his head, frustration evident. He pushed his hair back, a mix of emotions crossing his face.

Leah's voice softened, yet held a steely edge. "Did you fuck her tonight? Was that why you sent me home early?"

"What if I did?" Vincent retorted, noticing the jealousy etched on Leah's face. "How would that concern you?"

Leah stood up abruptly, tossing aside the blanket on the couch as she stormed past Vincent and into the bedroom.

"Enough of this," Leah exclaimed as she rummaged through her suitcase. "I refuse to be a part of this. It's unprofessional, and I want no part in it. You can do as you please, but I'm leaving."

She hastily slipped into a pair of jeans while Vincent observed her from the hallway. Brushing past him again, she retrieved her belongings from the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" Vincent inquired, looking puzzled.

"I'm leaving," she replied, stuffing her suitcase full.

"Where will you go?" he asked.

"To a hotel, maybe a hostel," Leah replied, pulling the sweatshirt over her head and tossing it into the suitcase, leaving her in a thin tank top. "I don't know."

Vincent approached her as she struggled to close and zip her overflowing suitcase, its contents spilling out haphazardly as she packed in a frenzy.

"What's gotten into you?" he questioned. "What's all this about?"

"I don't know, I just—" Leah paused, meeting his gaze, her eyes searching his face. "It hit me today that you're so blindly in love with her that if she had pushed Samuel out the window in front of you, you'd defend her to the end."

He grasped her shoulders, drawing her closer as he looked into her eyes intently.

"Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what this is about?" he asked, his expression serious despite the taboo nature of his question.

"That's exactly it," Vincent shook his head as he spoke. With nimble fingers, he swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.

"Say it," he paused, looking up at her. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to look at me like that," Leah confessed. Despite her uncertainty, she let her emotions guide her, baring her soul to the man before her.

"I do," Vincent murmured, drawing her closer. "I have. I am."

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[ijustreallylovethem]

Dating jack or quinn and treating Luke like ur little brother and being proud of him

luke had just gotten back to the hotel after dinner with his parents when jack was facetiming him. he kicked off his shoes and jumped on his bed before answering it, but instead of jacks face on the screen he saw yours.

“moosey! you’re going to frozen four! i’m so proud of you! i mean, i kinda wish you were moving out here already but i’m happier that you won!” you were practically screaming into the phone and luke couldn’t help but smile.

“thanks y/n.” jack appeared next to you and you tilted the screen so he was in the camera more.

“i’m also proud of you but y/n stole my phone and beat me to calling you,” he said before leaving the screen again.

“i saw the text from your mom that said hey just got back to the hotel so i figured luke was free,” you defended yourself to your boyfriend and luke couldn’t help but laugh, which brought your attention back to him. “anyway, i really want to come watch you in tampa-“

“but she has to stay here and watch me!” jack yelled from wherever he has gone to and you rolled your eyes.

“i don’t, i watch him all the time. i need to talk to your parents and see if i can tag along.”

“you know they’ll love to have you come with them,” luke told you and you nodded.

“i know. i also need to make sure i get all my homework done before i leave so i don’t get behind. i know i won’t do it while i’m there.”

“oh shit,” luke groaned, and you looked at him confused. “i totally have two assignments due at midnight,” he explained and you laughed.

“well i’ll let you get to them. call me if you need any help, okay?”

“thanks, see ya later.”

you weren’t able to go to tampa. unfortunately, you had a test to take. you texted luke to apologize, though you still felt bad. you tried to make up for it once he moved in with you and jack though. you made sure to buy his favorite foods when you went shopping, made sure to get him a coffee along with your and jacks when you stopped after class, and made sure to respect his boundaries and schedule.

however, even though you weren’t actually siblings, you definitely bickered like you were. you were trying to study one night when luke was blaring music, so you smacked your hand against the wall and yelled at him to turn it off. he got mad when you ate the last snack cake when he was planning on eating it after he got back from practice. and you definitely yelled at him for leaving the toilet seat up, you had just gotten jack trained on that. all in all though, you were a great lifeline to reach out to when luke didn’t want to go to his actual siblings about something.

“hey y/n, can i ask you something?”

“yeah, sure, what’s up?” you were sitting at the table working on your final presentation but you pushed your computer to the side when luke sat across from you.

“so when we went out the other night, i was talking to this girl and i kinda like her but it’s weird because she definitely recognized me and i don’t know if she’s genuinely interested or not.” when you told jack about your conversation later that night as you laid in bed and caught each other up on what had happened that day, he pouted at the fact that luke had come to you instead of him.

“i guess he just likes me more,” you teased.

“don’t even, i’ll make him come in here right now and tell us who he actually likes more.”

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[moonlightspencie]

you’re a cowboy like me

Part 8 of ‘the sweetest con’

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

<- LAST PART

Recovering was a nightmare. I couldn’t be in the field for the case that came after we got home, and even worse, she had become ten times more caring and attentive. 

“I brought tea,” she sang out.

She walked into my office for the sixth time that day, two cups of tea in her hands. 

“Tea?”

“You don’t need coffee right now,” she stated, setting one mug in front of me as she sat. 

I chuckled. “Okay, mom.”

“Ew,” she laughed. “Don’t call me that.”

“You’re the one treating me like a child,” I replied, sipping at the drink. “Is this chamomile?”

She smirked. “I thought maybe if you started getting sleepy you’d go home at an appropriate time.”

“You’re insane,” I laughed. 

“You’re healing. Stop staying all hours of the night.”

“Either way, I’ll just be sitting around. What’s the harm in being productive?”

She quirked a brow, just staring at me for a moment. I sighed, setting down the mug, waiting for her reply with half a smirk on my face. 

“Sitting down and relaxing is very different from sitting down and working,” she said, leaning back in the seat. “How about I come over and make you some dinner again?”

I swallowed. “This feels like a trap.”

“Maybe it is,” she smiled softly. “We still need to talk. But it might be a little better if you get a free meal out of it, huh?”

“I guess so,” I agreed with a smile. “I thought maybe if I really played up how bad the healing process was you’d forget about it.”

She scoffed out a laugh. “And you thought I was the ridiculous one.”

“Can’t blame me for trying.”

“Actually, I think I can.”

I laughed as she sat up straight again, leaning in closer. 

“You’re not escaping this, Hotchner,” she said, hands folded on the desk. 

I breathed out, watching her for a moment. She looked at me expectantly, but that little smile of hers never quite left. 

“Alright. When do you want to leave?” I asked. 

“When can you be ready? Mostly everyone is gone already anyways.”

“Five minutes?” 

She nodded. “Good. I’ll go get my things.”

She stood, heading towards the door. Then, she turned back around. 

“Maybe this time I’ll drive over separately. I think everyone knows too much already,” she said with a light laugh. 

I furrowed my brow. “What exactly do they know?”

She paused for a moment. I could see the gears turning in her head as she looked out over the bullpen, then turned her focus back to me. 

“That’s something we can discuss later,” she said, finally leaving. 

I finished up my work, and before I knew it we were back in my kitchen. I just hoped this time would go over better than the last. It certainly couldn’t get much worse than her getting insulted for something she had no part in. 

I sat at the counter with a glass of scotch, watching her hum to herself as she moved around my kitchen. She’d forced me to stay there no matter how many times I asked to help, and I must admit, I appreciated the view from where I was. She’d changed into more casual clothes on the way to my apartment, donning a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I could hardly think of a time when she looked more radiant. It felt wholly domestic, especially as I wore a similar fashion. It didn’t happen often that I would dress down to that degree in front of the team, but if she was going to be cooking in my house again, I figured this was a good time. She smiled at me as she noticed I was watching her, then went right back to whatever she was working on at the stove. 

“You seem a little distant, Hotchner,” she noted, her back still turned. 

I downed the rest of the drink, then cleared my throat. 

“Just thinking.”

She hummed. “Do you like cinnamon?”

“Yes.”

“I think this week I’ll bring you some pancakes, then,” she said, turning to face me. “I just realized I almost always bring you savory food when I cook. I love baking and making sweet treats, but I never give you any.”

“You’ve been holding out on me, huh?”

She laughed. “Only accidentally.”

“Well, I’d appreciate that,” I nodded. 

She smiled, then turned around again. I watched her for a few minutes. She moved so fluidly, as if she’d been here doing these exact actions a hundred times before. There was a warmth growing steadily in my chest, and I knew it wasn’t just the alcohol kicking in.

I stood abruptly, moving carefully to stand next to her. She turned the heat of the stove off, making some quick comment about me having good timing. The second she looked at me with that little smile of hers, eyes sparkling in the dim kitchen lights, I couldn’t handle it anymore. 

Everything that had happened seemed to pale now. This brief moment I spent looking at her felt like an eternity. Maybe because I knew things would have to change if I didn’t stop myself. Maybe because I’d been wanting it to change for so long, and it finally felt like the right moment for it to happen. 

It all happened in slow motion, my body moving before I could catch up to it. I saw my hands reach for her, cradling her face. She looked at me the same as she always did, despite knowing what was going to happen. I realized she must have known the whole time. She was reading my mind from the start, regardless of my best efforts to hide it all. I moved in closer, closing the gap slowly, unable to take my eyes off of her. To my surprise, I didn’t have to go all the way: she leaned upwards before I could think, pressing her lips to mine. I let out a breath, my body relaxing as her arms circled around me.

“Hotch?” her voice called out. 

I blinked, looking at her from across the kitchen, still sitting at the counter with an empty glass in my hands. 

“I said it’s done,” she said with a smile, holding two plates in her hands. 

“Right. Sorry,” I said, standing to take one of them. 

I led her to the dining table, trying to shake off the daydream, but unable to stop thinking about it. 

“What have you been thinking about?” she asked, sitting down. 

“Not much,” I said quietly, not yet taking a seat. “Do you need a drink?”

“Please,” she nodded. 

I went to the kitchen, getting out two glasses, but realizing too late I didn’t ask what she wanted. 

“You’re being weird,” her voice noted from behind me. 

I turned, seeing her in the doorway. Her arms were crossed, but there was still humor on her face. 

“I am not,” I tried to defend. 

She quirked a brow. “Right. Totally normal behavior right now.”

I chuckled, turning back to the empty glasses. She walked up next to me, sighing softly. 

“Old fashioned?”

I nodded. “That’d be great.”

She smirked, getting the needed ingredients. I watched as she prepared the drinks quietly. 

“Were you a bartender in a past life?” I asked, my arms crossing. 

“Actually, I was a bartender for a few months in college.”

I chuckled. “Really?”

“Really,” she smiled, handing me a drink. “Try it.”

I took a sip, nodding with a raised brow. 

“Good?” she asked. 

“It is.”

We walked back to the dining room, eating without my mind wandering too far again. She laughed and told stories, and I listened with everything in me. It’s a wonder I ate at all. I could’ve sat there all night just watching her talk. 

“You know, I love the team, but they are the nosiest people in the world,” she noted, picking at the last of what was on her plate. 

“That they are,” I agreed. 

“Even Spence and Rossi are in on it, now.”

“In on what, exactly?”

She snorted. “They’ve been watching our every move. To the point of giving me sideways glances if you look at me for a second too long.”

I laughed. “What?”

“They’re crazy, is what,” she said with a laugh. “How have you not noticed that?”

“I have, I just didn’t think it had gotten that bad.”

She smiled, then stood. “Let’s go sit down. These chairs are getting a little uncomfortable.”

I nodded. “Movie?”

“Maybe we can just see what’s on TV.”

“Okay.”

We sat, and quickly found reruns of a show we both enjoyed. It was quiet for a few minutes before she started looking at me. 

“I can hear you thinking,” I noted. 

“Because I am.”

“What about?” I asked, looking at her. 

“Can we talk about why you’ve been so spacey lately?”

I sighed. “I’m just a little distracted.”

“Why?”

“That’s a hard question to answer.”

“Is it?”

I looked down. “We’re going to have to talk about everything now, aren’t we?”

“I’d appreciate it,” she admitted. “We can start off easy. Like, why didn’t you want me coming with that day? Why’d I have to stay at the precinct?”

I leaned into the couch, getting more comfortable for what was going to be an uncomfortable conversation. She mirrored my actions, facing me fully with her feet pulled underneath her on the couch. 

“I was afraid that something would happen to you. I had a bad feeling, and didn’t want to be worried about feeling like I needed to protect you.”

“Why would you be worried? That’s never been a problem before.”

“It actually has been,” I admitted to her. “I just hid it much better on those occasions.”

She sat in thought for a moment. “What changed?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Okay, then let’s talk about what you’ve been thinking about that gets you borderline dissociative.”

I chuckled. “Has it been that bad?”

“Yes,” she said with wide eyes, almost laughing. “You never act like that. It kind of freaks me out when it happens.”

“A lot has been on my mind.”

“I’m aware. But why has it gotten to be such a distraction?”

I knew the answer, I just didn’t know how to say it. She stared at me expectantly, but I could only stare back, trying to formulate an answer. She furrowed her brow. 

“Okay, easier question: What had you like that today in the kitchen?”

I chuckled. “That’s actually more difficult to answer.”

“Just tell me,” she said, almost whining. 

I swallowed. “You want the truth?”

“I will literally beg for it.”

“Alright,” I started, unable to stop a small laugh from escaping me. I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “You were— I was distracted because of you.”

She looked delightfully confused. “What is that supposed to mean?”

I smiled again. “I feel like you already know where this is going. But, to be honest, I was thinking about you. That’s what had me out of my head.”

“If I knew, we wouldn’t be talking about it.”

“Fine. You have suspicions, then, but want them confirmed.”

She tried hiding a smile. “Okay, profiler.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything,” she nodded. 

“How long have you known?”

She sighed. “I started thinking something was up a few months ago. I can’t pinpoint it, but hearing what you said after Haley came the one day… It definitely made me think a little harder about it.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for. She was angry, and that wasn’t your fault.”

“But I’m sorry if what I said made you feel uncomfortable.”

“It didn’t.”

I sat for a moment, not yet responding. She took that as a cue to keep talking. 

“It kind of made me start thinking about my own actions, and why I was treating you the way I was. It started off because I saw that everyone kind of lifted each other up on the team, but you were almost always doing the work without anyone helping you in return,” she paused for a second, then scooted a little closer. “I think it morphed into something different more recently. I didn’t just want to make sure you were taken care of anymore. That was still very important, but honestly, I miss being around you if I didn’t visit a couple times a day.“

“You do?”

“Yeah. I never get sick of hanging out with you.”

I took in a breath. “Every time I’ve spaced out recently is because of you. You’re always on my mind, and the more I try to fight it, the worse it gets. You’ll walk into a room and it’s everything in me not to let all of my focus stay on you.”

“Oh.”

“It honestly never was a problem when I was married. But the moment I realized you still cared for me when I was broken down, I think that’s when I couldn’t pretend you weren’t one of the best things to ever happen to me.” 

“Hotch—“

“Every time I’m with you, especially when we can really be alone like this, I just don’t want it to end. I know the team talks about things and they like to speculate for fun, but they’re right to assume that I have a soft spot for you…”

“Aaron.”

“Dave has been giving me looks, and I try acting like he’s off base, but he couldn’t be more right. And I know that getting involved with me would probably do you more harm than good. It’s selfish for me to want you in any capacity, but it’s hard not to think about you all the time and wonder what would happen if—“

She moved in closer as I spoke, and in my rambling I hadn’t noticed; until her hand was on my neck and her lips were pressed to mine, effectively shutting me up. I reacted quickly, kissing her back with everything in me. I hoped to show her through actions rather than incoherent babbling how much I wanted to be with her. It must have worked. 

She smiled into the kiss, triggering me to do the same, then briefly pulled away. 

“I love hearing you talk, but now really isn’t the time,” she mumbled against my lips. 

“Understood,” I agreed.

She kissed me again, deepening it almost immediately. We stayed that way for far too long, and it was still over way too soon. 

She ran a hand through my hair, pressing one more soft peck to my lips. 

“In the kitchen, I was daydreaming about kissing you,” I said, the words tumbling from me almost involuntarily. 

“Did it live up to your daydream?” she asked with a smile, not hiding the adoration in her eyes as she gazed at me. 

“So much better.”

NEXT PART ->

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bad terms

you and derek didn’t end on good terms, so when he returns for a shock case, he’s wracked with guilt at everything he’s missed

luke alvez x reader with canon typical violence can u tell i’m rewatching criminal minds lol

It’s a simple diamond, resting flush against your ring finger on your left hand. It still catches your eye every so often, almost amazing you that it actually exists each time.

Amazing you that he exists.

Pen was hesitant about the new boy at first, having spent a few months being a man down without her very beloved Derek Morgan when Luke came into the team. She didn’t like him because he replaced Morgan and you felt the opposite, you liked him because he replaced Morgan.

You two did not end on good terms.

“Some of us actually have people that we care about outside of this team, (y/l/n)!”

“Derek!” Penelope tried to cut in. “Some of us have a life outside of this job, I have a kid and a wife, you will never understand that.”

“Morgan!” Hotch boomed, “Outside, now.”

A yawn stretches your lips, awaiting the coffee machine to finish dropping into your “worlds best mom” mug imprinted with a picture of Roxy and Spencer that Luke had gifted you last Christmas. “Morning my precious.” Garcia beams, heels clinking across the floor of the kitchenette in the BAU office. “Morning Penny G,” you try to jest back with the same amount of joy she somehow has at 8:45am, though your attempt is futile.

“How was your holiday, you need to tell me absolutely every single little detail right now and oh- OH!!! Oh my god is this the ring! (y/n) it’s gorgeous, who knew Alvez could actually pull it off.” She holds your hand, admiring the glistening diamond that was beautiful enough to strike you speechless and yet subtle enough to be comfortable and sweet. “It was so good,” you hum, a subconscious glint of happiness beaming out of your eyes at the thought of the week you spent off sunning in the Caribbean on sun loungers by the pool with Luke teaching you to surf on secluded beaches and eating fruit under the sunlight. On the second last night at the end of a candle lit diner on the beach, Luke took to one knee and asked you to marry him after nearly three years of knowing each other and two of dating. “He’s just perfect, I-“

“Well hello there,” JJ mewls as she sways over, “Someone best get the paperwork in for a credential name change.” She sings her voice teasing before she hugs you tightly and offers you her kind congratulations.

“I hate to break up the celebrations you guys,” Emily’s voice appears as she lingers in the doorway apologetically, “But we’ve got a case, and it’s a nasty one.”

Nasty indeed it was, incredibly violent and volatile. A family annihilator killing families of five, two parents three kids and even their pets were being wiped out. It was taxing on everyone, draining everything out of each and every one of you until the unsub was brought down. Your have bags under your eyes, grease in your hair and a little bloody stained under your shirt nails from scraping with the unsub in what would have been his latest victims master bedroom, You’d washed your hands, but hadn’t had a minute to scrub underneath your nails before you all loaded silently onto the jet, immediately taking respective seats and sat, again, in silence.

You curled up on the edge of the couch, case files spread next to you so no one could occupy that space with your case report on the arm of that couch, pen in hand with the top between your teeth as you stared absently as the harrowing photographs. “(y/n),” Luke coos softly, “We landed fifteen minute ago, baby.” He’s crouched down in front of you, gently closing the report file on your lap, sliding it onto the couch where the other files had also been closed without you even so much as noticing. How the hell you hasn’t realised that the plane had landed and each of the team had up and left with sympathetic looks in your direction. Each had held their tongue despite wanting to ask if you were alright, knowing it was better to leave you to the man who had picked up your broken pieces and instead of jamming them all back together, he nursed them carefully with his own splintered fingers so he could hand them back to you to help you tape them all together haphazardly. He made you whole again after your heart was left cracked and leaking by the abandonment of Derek Morgan, your honorary big brother and subsequently the man who hurt you the most with words that still haunt you.

At first you worried that he might’ve been right. Maybe you would never have more than your job. Maybe you would never be capable of love. All of those worries you had confided in Morgan before only to have him use them against you in his moment of weakness for which you have never been able to forgive him.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, but Luke shakes his head, reaching for your hand to smooth his over. “You’re alright,” He hums, “Let’s get home huh?”

Your nod prompts him to nod, muttering an okay to himself as he straights up. Luke helps you to your feet, clearing the case files into your bag. Your new fiancé holds your hand, fingers intertwined as you walked to the car together. He has the knack for knowing when you don’t want to talk yet, not even attempting to push you until you were safely at home when he knew you’d be more willing to talk. “Wanna wait here while I run up and grab our stuff?” The tall, tanned agent offers, prompting another almost silent ‘yeah’ from you before you peck a kiss against the corner of his lip which makes his cheeks twitch in a gentle smile as he closes the passenger side door for you.

That small action, the little peck on his lip even when you’re run ragged by secondary grief of watching entire families ripped apart in mere moments. The grieving parents, grandparents, sisters and brothers who could never have imagined this happening to them…it was awful. Even in that, you would remind him in the smallest and most silent ways that you were still you in there, frozen beneath something you would work through together, but there. He has these cases too, ones that shake him to his core and he needs you to look after him like he is doing for you today. Next week, he may need that from you and it’ll be a cycle that’ll exist for as long as you do this job, one that neither of you would ever trade for the vindication of putting these bastards away before they can take anything from anywhere else.

The elevator dings open, doors sliding to let Luke Alvez into the bullpen to scrape up some files from his desk into his bag, straightening out his desk a little. He pushes his photographs back into line, smoothing his thumb over the one of you cuddled into Roxy grinning like a fool under the Christmas tree in that very bullpen where the team celebrated Christmas with their families in the middle of a case on the 25th last year. You all took pause for merely a few hours to have a meal, give some gifts and then get right back go work. He loves that picture of you more than anything in the world.

Derek still feels that twinge of unease that floods him whenever he walks into the 6th floor now, faced with his own reflection in the glass doors before he presses his hand to them. The former profiler crosses the bullpen to make his way towards the office of his Baby Girl. He had heard through the grapevine (that being JJ) that this case was absolutely harrowing on everyone, so he wanted to visit like he infrequently does when cases are extremely tough. Being able to give some outsider support is almost always helpful and welcome. Yet, he has never once encountered you whenever he’s come to visit. You hide from him, leaving before he can get there and get gone before he ever lays eyes on you.

“Baby girl?”

Garcia’s head perks up, eyes watering already but immediately flooding when she sees him, rushing into his open embrace. After moments of silence enjoying each other’s presence, they separate and Garcia knows what he’s going to say before he even says it. The look on her face tells him that.

“You think I might catch her?” Derek says, his tone the same one of guilt dusted over with hope that he might get to apologise to you in a way that you had to answer. Not like those texts that you ignore or the calls that you never answered until they eventually stopped. “Sweet man of chocolate,” she lulls, rethinking her words before she says them, and deciding on hope. “If we hurry, we might.”

Emily is still in her office, Rossi in his and Reid at his desk when they emerge onto the raised platform to look over the bullpen. Derek’s eyes fall on his replacement who is logging off his computer, just finished straightening out his photographs. They begin descending the stairs, hyper aware to the fact that you weren’t there.

Derek was about to speak when the dark haired agent moves from his desk to another, folding some brown folders shut and stuffing them into his bag the way he had his own, letting out a scuffed laugh beneath his breath at the sight of your unfinished Rubik’s cube by your keyboard, his fingers dancing over it as he lifts it up to stuff it into your bag. You just couldn’t quite manage to finish one for the life of you. Dots begin to join up in Derek Morgan’s head, why would another agent be picking up files and fidget bits from your desk?

“What’s the story with-”

“Luke your car alarm was blaring in the parking garage,” Matt storms in at a ferocious pace. Luke’s head immediately snaps up, “I checked, passenger side window was smashed, door wide open and (y/n)‘s gone.”

Emily emerges from her office, face paling in the doorway, Rossi already had his phone in hand ringing JJ to get back here and the only sound to be heard amongst the echoing silence is the heavy clatter of an unfinished Rubik’s cube hitting the carpeted floor beneath the feet of terrified agents as a truly petrifying thought rings loud through Luke Alvez’s mind

What if you never get to finish that stupid, multicoloured little square?

A similarly terrified one thumps violently into Derek Morgan’s. What if you never get to hear in person how sorry he is for the words he said, and just how false he knows them to be?

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[lazyneonrabbitt]

Could I possibly request a Gallzatto x Reader about the trio planning their girls first birthday?

The planning would be absolute chaos. Also I hate planning so I hope I did this justice!!

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The three of you sat around the coffee table, debating about the upcoming birthday of your twin daughters.

By now all you had agreed on was the dlower theme to match their names. One wanted a big party, the other something small, and the last really wanted to go to bed since it was 1AM already and you weren't a single step closer to completing this planner.

"Can we puhleeease just decide on the cake and call it a day? I need sleep, I have work tomorrow.." You whined at them and dropped your head onto your crossed arms.

"Seriously if you don't decide right now I'm calling Marcus and do it myself."

"Chocolate cake, obviously."

"Vanilla, for sure."

"Alright screw this. I'm off to bed." You grabbed your mug and brought it to the sink before going past the table again to kiss both boys goodnight and head off. "Goodnight you two."

A defeated sigh left Lip's lips. "I don't get why she's so moody about all of this." He looked over the list of things that still needed to be decided on with multiple scribbled notes at the sides.

"The girls' birthday is nice, but you're forgetting that day was a nightmare come true for their mom." Carmen's comment had Lip take back his complaint, he felt bad remembering how you'd wake up crying night after night in the first weeks after the babies were born.

"How about half chocolate half vanilla for the cake?" Lip had taken a new piece of paper and scribbled a wonky looking cake shape, splitinto two half circles with one end saying 'vanilla' and 'chocolate' on the other. He kept writing on each side, ending with the girls' names on either side and their favorite color decorations written down as well. He turned the paper and slid it over to Carmy to inspect.

"Yeah, looks good to me. We'll ask momma tomorrow." Carmy took your list and checked off the cake bit. They moved on to the next box: drinks. A small 'alcohol?' Next to it as a means to ask the boys later. "I know I can keep my hands off it now. I'm in a good place"

So they agree on a small 'yes' next to your question, count how many people gou plan to invite and write down the amount of drinks to order for the bigger and smaller guest amount options.

A little "run by mom" note next to it in a bright color.

"Do we get their flowers for decoration?"

"What snacks are we getting? And, buying or preparing them ourselves?"

The questions that come along with your written list each took a short while to answer now that they each finally set aside the ideal birthdays they had in mind and listened to what the other had to bring to the table. They know they're stubborn and have butt heads from time to time. Hell, it led to you leaving them to figuring this out on their own just now.

"We should get momma something too."

They discussed some more before calling it a night and going to sleep.

The next morning you wormed yourself out from between them and out of bed to head to work. Your morning routine was a simple one with Rose and Lily being the easiest kids ever when it came to breakfast. You woke, fed and burped each one before putting them back to bed and gurning the volume on the baby monitor all the way up so your boys would wake up if the girls got fussy.

On your way past the dinner table you found almost the entire birthday planned out from decorations to guest lists and drinks. You only had time for a quick glance so leaving a little "let's look after dinner" note was your final action before heading out.

Together you gave everything a once-over and settled on all the details fairly quickly that evening and the party was better than expected with so many lovely gifts from both Carmy's and Lip's families. Flower themed cake and little cupcakes were available as your little girls were pampered and smothered with cuddles and kisses from everyone.

After the party was over and the girls were asleep you happily cleaned up together and went off to bed. The boys wanted to have one last smoke before joining you and came in with a small box wrapped in a little bow.

"We know today is our baby girls' day," Lip started as he sat down on one side of the bed.

"But you deserve something special too." Carmy added as he sat down on the opposite side and handed you the small box.

Opening the box you couldn't keep your eyes off the thin gold chain with an engraved heart shaped pendant on it.

The front read 'Momma' in a beatiful cursive lettering, and the back had both Lip and Carmy's full names on them.

#sometimes i write #gallzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #lip gallagher #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #lip gallagher x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear #shameless

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One step forward - Part 2.

Pairings: Casey Novak x Alex Cabot

Summary: Second part to 'One step forward'. If Alex was good at something, it was keeping her word and her promises, doing the best she could to not disappoint. But what happens when she leaves once again and she leaves Casey behind? Will she keep the promise?

A/n: So...I have to admit that I am very nervous about this second part, not sure if it's what people expected but I felt like it was a good storyline. I must warn you...there is angst. Maybe a little more than I expected. And this is long. I just couldn't stop writing. But here is second and last part of this one shot. I have to thank those who have read the first part and loved it, it really made me feel so good about posting🥹 And those who have sent requests that I'll be working on them over the weekend. If you have any more requests, please feel free to send them on my asks or my inbox, and I'll try my best to deliver. Enjoy and leave your comments, reblogs, hearts, whatever you'd like, will be very much appreciated🫶🏻

A/n 2: Also to clear things out a bit, I changed the story line a bit? Since it was never clear what Casey did, I brought back Mary Clark, and then I completely ignored the show Conviction😂 You’ll understand when you get there😉

Part 1.

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Casey had been asleep when she heard Alex talking on the phone with Hammond. She heard the crack on her voice as she asked Hammond for a few more days, saying that she’d be careful and it’d be like she had never been here again, but judging by Alex’s silence, she knew that Hammond had denied her request. It broke Casey’s heart to know that Alex would have to go back to Witness Protection, also go back to that life that Alex said she hated so much, she felt bad to know Alex would be alone once again and she wouldn’t have any way to communicate to anyone who knew her. She had already heard stories of the way she found out about her mom, how she had to go out with people around her in case something happened, she had become paranoid. And the worst part was, that Casey wouldn’t know where she was going, she wouldn’t have a way to find out because Hammond would just take her somewhere new once again, and it wasn’t like Casey could just leave with her, she had a job to return to, she knew Alex wouldn’t let her drop it just because of her. But to imagine her life without her? Now that was impossible.

Yes, maybe it was silly, maybe it was too soon, but Casey had to bury these feelings for years. She had already admitted to Alex that she had also seen her every now and then in court, or how she heard Branch talking about her or even had seen her on TV about an SVU case. But truth to be told, Casey had known her since college days. Who didn’t know about Alexandra Cabot? Top of her class, the favorite of the school, of course she knew about her. She had seen her so many times at the coffee shop she used to work in but was always shy to say anything, so she’d always ask someone else to take care of Alex’s table. Her silly crush was too much for her to handle, she had so much to do that she couldn’t get distracted with it. And then Charlie happened. That whole ordeal of being with him, of trying to fix something that was not in her hands, and then shutting down to almost everyone because of what she went through.

The moment she heard again about Alex, that silly little crush reappeared the moment she saw Alex in court. She was supposed to be preparing for her own court, but she had been curious to see Alex working, and boy did she not disappointed. She was not sure if she was entranced in the way Alex moved around the courtroom or the way her voice sounded so serious and defying at the same time, but when it came to the victim, it was so comforting and delicate. She had been 5 min late that day, and she cursed Alexandra Cabot for it, though she knew it had been her fault. And the day she heard about Alex dying? Her heart had broken into a million pieces, she had mourned a person she barely even knew, and the fact that Branch thought it was a good idea to have Casey replacing her, made her feel even sadder and a bit upset, because no one could replace Alex.

Thinking back on how both of them had so many chances to get to know each other, but the two of them were shy to even say a hello, made Casey figure out that life could change in an instant and most of the times life was not fair, but it could also give you second chances if you really looked at the bright side of it all. So she laid there in her bed, staring at Alex moving around her room talking on the phone and wishing she had more time with her. Alex’s words replayed in her mind as she looked at her; I cannot just come back, Casey. I don’t want you to wait for me. Even with Connors behind bars, they had no idea if Alex was out of danger and they couldn’t risk it, but they also didn’t know how much longer this could last.

“You’re awake.”

Casey looked up at Alex and offered a small smile. “I heard you on the phone.”

Alex sighed softly as she went back to bed, moving close to face Casey. She placed her hand on Casey’s cheek and stroked it softly. “I’m sorry, I should’ve taken the call in the living room.”

“It’s okay.” Casey smiled. “So…you have to go on Thursday, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Alex nodded softly as she bit her lip.

“You really can’t tell me where you’re going?”

Alex shook her head. “I don’t even know myself.”

Casey sighed softly as she nodded. “It’s for your own safety.” She whispered softly as she looked at Alex, trying to hold back her tears.

“I’ll memorize your number and he won’t know that I’m calling you.”

“Alex.”

“No.” Alex snapped as she took a deep breath. “They can’t take more away from me. Not you. Not when I just got you.” She whispered softly as she rested her forehead against Casey’s.

“We cannot risk this. Hammond would kill me.” Casey huffed a chuckle.

“Over my dead body.” Alex grinned.

Casey scrunched her nose and shook her head. “Not a good joke, Cabot.”

Alex chuckled softly as she kissed her nose. “I know, I’m sorry.”

Casey sighed. “I just wish we had more time.”

“Me too.” Alex smiled. “Hopefully this ends soon.”

Casey nodded. “Hopefully.” She sighed softly. “Okay. We’ll have schedules so he doesn’t know you’re calling me. We need to be safe with all this.”

“We will.” Alex smiled. “I just want to at least be able to hear you once a day.”

Casey felt her eyes watering again, nodding softly. “Me too.”

Alex sighed as she leaned in and kissed her lips softly. “It’ll get better.” She whispered against her lips. “I’ll come back.”

“You better.” Casey smiled sadly, placing her hands on Alex’s waist to pull her closer to her, kissing her lips softly.

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Casey was biting on her pen as she tried to focus on the file she had in front of her, but her eyes kept going back to her clock, staring at it as if that was going to make time go faster. Alex was supposed to call her 30 min ago and she hadn’t heard anything from her since the day before. They had a night call since Casey had been busy all day between arraignments and trial and Alex knew that if Casey didn’t answer the first time, it was because she was busy in court or with the squad, so the next chance was at night, which it was both their favorite times to talk. But today, Casey had been in her office all day long, so of course time felt longer since she had been sitting there for hours, and Alex was nowhere to be found and she couldn’t risk calling her. She sighed as she dropped her pen for the third time, rubbing her face as she felt the stress taking over her.

 The moment the phone rang, her hand flew to grab it, almost spilling the, still full, coffee that she had just beside the phone, only to groan as she heard Elliot’s voice in the other line. She hadn’t noticed that Olivia was just walking into her office, snapping to Elliot that she couldn’t get a warrant unless they had a good reason for it, and she was not about to risk having trouble with Petrovsky just for a gut feeling and no valid reason. She hung up and her face went back to her hands, completely ignoring the fact that Olivia had walked into the office and now stood right in front of her.

“Tough day?”

Casey looked up at Olivia, a hint of fear in her eyes but relaxing as soon as she saw the woman. “You could say that.” She sighed. “Thought you’d be with Elliot.”

“Ah, no. Fin is with him, I’m here to try to convince you of getting the warrant.” Olivia grinned as she sat down.

Casey scoffed. “Guess you heard what I just told Elliot.” She grinned as she looked at her.

“Casey, are you okay?” Olivia said softly as she tilted her head.

Casey shrugged. “Why would you ask?”

“I’m not trying to be mean or anything but…you look a bit distracted today and more stressed than normal.”

“Just a lot of paperwork and reading to prepare for trial.”

Olivia hummed. “So, has nothing to do with something else.”

Casey shrugged as she shook her head. “Not really.”

“So, it has nothing to do with the fact that Alex hasn’t called?”

Casey felt her heart stopping for a moment as she stared at Olivia. She looked at her as if she had just discovered her biggest secret, which technically, it was sort of a big secret since the whole squad swore that Alex had left that same day when she won the case, and Casey never mentioned a thing about Alex staying in her apartment for 3 days, or anything about what happened between them. So Olivia suddenly mentioning her made her feel a bit terrified because somehow, she knew that either Branch, Cragen or Olivia would be the first ones to know if anything happened to Alex.

“Why would you ask that?” Casey’s voice lowered, almost cracking as she felt her throat going dry.

“I heard you the other day.” Olivia offered a small smile. “I didn’t mean to hear anything but…you left your door a bit open, and I happened to hear you saying Alex’s name. And then, 2 days ago, you excused yourself at the precinct and when I went to find you, you mentioned her again. Unless you’re holding out on me and met another Alex, I like to think that you’re referring to Alex Cabot.”

Casey sighed as she looked down at her hands that had now come together, fidgeting with her fingers. “Yes, it is Alex Cabot.”

Olivia nodded. “Care to tell me what’s going on?” Casey looked back at her with a hint of doubt. Olivia smiled. “C’mon, Case. I did hide for a whole year that Alex was actually alive.”

Casey huffed a chuckle and nodded. “Right.” She sighed softly. “Alex…we had our moments…when she came back to replace me. The day she left…she actually went back to my apartment. She stayed with me, for 3 days.”

Olivia raised her brows. “So, you two are-“

“Not that we had time to disclose what we were but…” Casey nodded. “Something happened between us. But she had to leave.”

Olivia nodded. “And you have no idea where she is.”

Casey shook her head. “She calls me, we talk, but she doesn’t exactly disclose where she is or anything about her new identity. We just…keep each other company.”

Olivia smiled softly. “I knew those looks you two gave each other back when she first came back were not nothing.”

Casey rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah well, it took us a while.”

“Certainly.” Olivia chuckled, but then her smile faded a bit. “You don’t have any idea when this will be over, do you?”

Casey shook her head as she looked away, feeling her eyes watering. “No.”

Olivia moved to the edge of the chair and leaned onto the desk to grab Casey’s trembling hands. “I’m sure she’ll be back, Casey.”

Casey hadn’t even noticed she had started trembling until she felt Olivia’s hand on hers. She looked back at her, a tear rolling down her cheek. “What if she doesn’t?”

Olivia sighed. “I’m sure she’ll let you know.”

“I’m afraid that she’ll regret everything that she said to me and that at the end…I’ll be here waiting and then she never comes back.” Casey bit her lip as more tears rolled down her cheeks.

“If there’s one thing I admire from Alex, is that she keeps her word. And I’m sure as hell that whatever she said to you, she’ll keep it.”

Casey nodded softly as she smiled. “I sure hope so.”

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Casey laid on her bed and stared at the ceiling while her cellphone laid on her stomach. She didn’t know how long it had been since she’s been in this position, but one thing that she was sure of is that sleep was nowhere near to come. After finally giving up on work, she had decided to go to the batting cages for a while to distract her mind, it’s been a while since she had been there, so she knew it’d definitely keep her busy and it’d also make her feel at least a bit better. But then, coming back to her apartment made her feel down once again. She knew she couldn’t keep this going, it had been a full year already since Alex had left, since the daily calls started, but it was draining. There was a point where she got mad with herself because they had only spent 3 days together after confessing their feelings for each other, which if she really thought about it, they hadn’t actually talked about whatever was going on with them, they just made sure to show their love for each other without actually saying it.

But Casey knew…deep inside her, she knew. Since she saw Alex walking into her office, she knew that stupid little crush was back and stronger than ever. Those small moments they had together while preparing for trial, the stares, and small touches, it was impossible for Casey to not feel that way, she knew it was pretty obvious that she had heart eyes for Alex in every moment, which made it a bit harder to focus on her task but also knew that this case was important for everyone, so she had to put her best posture and keep going. And then, seeing Alex back had made her go back to those feelings; foolish girl thinking that she could get over it but then Alexandra Cabot dared to show up again and steal her heart one more time, and she wasn’t even mad about it. She knew it’d happen over and over again as long as Alex was present. Casey had no space for another person, and she didn’t want anyone else, she wanted Alex.

Her hand unconsciously went to her neck and grabbed onto the small diamond that rested against her neck. There were times when Casey wore nothing other than earrings and sometimes a simple necklace if she remembered to put it on, but the last night Alex had been there, she gave Casey the necklace that she was wearing. Casey had tried to tell her no, but Alex kept pushing her to keep it. Casey laughed softly at the memory, feeling tears rolling down her cheeks as she recalled that night.

“You know, I’ve worn that necklace more times than I can count.” Alex chuckled softly as she played with the small diamond, the necklace now on Casey’s neck. Her head resting against her hand as she looked down at Casey.

“Which is why you should keep it.” Casey smiled as she looked at Alex.

“It’s now yours.”

“You know, I’m pretty sure they’ll notice it’s not actually mine if you’ve used it so much. Plus, me wearing something so expensive? Please.” Casey grinned.

Alex rolled her eyes playfully as she grinned. “You’re so funny.”

“The best.” Casey chuckled.

Alex smiled softly as she looked at it and then looked at Casey. “It looks beautiful on you. And it’s my promise that I’ll come back.”

Casey felt her heart beating a bit faster at Alex’s words, smiling softly as her hand moved to lay on top of Alex’s, taking it away from the necklace and bringing it to her lips.

“Ms. Cabot…you’re too cheesy.” Casey smirked.

“You know what, I take it back.” Alex laughed along with Casey.

Casey bit her lip softly as she smiled. “I’ll hold you to that promise.”

Alex smiled and leaned down to kiss Casey’s lips.

Casey snapped out of her thoughts when she felt her cellphone vibrating in her stomach, rapidly grabbing it, and answering the call. “Hello?”

“Hello pretty girl.”

Casey smiled softly and sighed in relief. “Hi.”

Alex chuckled softly. “Did you have your phone in hand already? You answered pretty fast.”

“Well, I kinda have been waiting all day for a pretty blonde girl to call me, but never happened.”

Alex chuckled softly. “I’m sorry. I had some stuff to do.”

“Oh? Ms. Cabot had a busy day?”

“Believe it or not, I did. I went grocery shopping and if I happened to get the phone out, one of the guys would’ve told Hammond that I have a cellphone with me.”

Casey nodded. “Makes sense.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve called earlier.”

“You know that I love when you call me at night.” Casey smiled softly. “Helps me sleep.”

Alex stayed quiet for a moment, a faint sigh could be heard. “Helps me sleep too. I somehow imagine you’re here.”

Casey grinned. “Cheesy.”

“Don’t even.” Alex laughed.

Casey sighed softly and stayed quiet for a moment. “Alex?”

“Yes?”

Casey bit her lip softly. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Case.” Alex cleared her throat. “But uh, hey tell about your day! I’m sure the squad got on your nerves once again.”

Casey chuckled. “You wouldn’t even imagine.”

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Casey slammed the door behind her and threw her bag to the floor, not caring where it landed or if it hit something. Tears rolled down her face as she tried to calm her breathing. This was not happening. This was definitely not supposed to happen. She fell to the floor as she sobbed uncontrollably, her whole body feeling heavy and her chest feeling like it was about to explode. How could she let this happen? What was she supposed to do now? She kept hearing her phone vibrating in her bag, but she was in no condition to answer it, she didn’t want to talk to anyone, no matter who it was. This stupid system only showed that even when people tried to do the right thing, it was still not enough, and you’d get punished for it. A punishment for doing the right thing, but the bad guys got away with it no matter what. And now, she was suspended for 3 years. 3 years. For a stupid fucking brady violation.

And the person that she believed would have her back, was actually the person who stabbed her. Lost perspective? She didn’t. She just figured out that if she had the power to not let the bad guy win, then she’d do anything to do exactly that. But she didn’t think it through. She didn’t think of the consequences that could happen. She’s known people that had done this before, and they still have their license. Hell, she was so lucky that she had only been suspended and she still got to keep her license. She still stood by her words when she said that she didn’t want this job if justice wasn’t served, but maybe she meant it a little too much that now she was in this situation.

Life gave you second chances? Fuck that. She was naive to believe that. She got everything wrong. Either life hated her so much or things were just not meant to be. Not only had she lost the chance to do what she loved but she also lost the person she loved. Almost a year and a half since she last heard from Alex. She had simply stopped calling, she never said anything. Did Casey do something wrong? She didn’t know, but Alex had vanished once again and this time, she had no way of contacting her. What was she supposed to do? Call Hammond to ask? He’d kill both Alex and Casey if he knew they had been talking. But what if it was Alex who got tired of just calls? Maybe she had made the decision that it was better to just leave it there and not say anything to Casey.

But why would she do that? Why would she just leave Casey like that? What happened to the promises? To every one of their conversations? Had they meant nothing to Alex? Had Casey been a simple distraction for Alex until she found something else to do? Until she found someone new? Maybe that was it. Maybe her biggest fear came true, and Alex had finally figured out that after all, that promise was useless, and she’d never come back. Maybe she met someone, maybe she fell in love and figured out that having a new life wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Maybe she was already out of Witness Protection, and she had decided not to tell anyone because she had someone new in her life. But Casey was now sure that Alex was out of her life. She was gone. And there was nothing Casey could do, other than cry and mourn Alex once again even if she was not entirely gone. Now that she needed her the most, she was gone. She wanted nothing more than to find her, but what was the point in doing that? She’d only waste her time once again and she’d only get her heart completely shattered. Casey was alone. Completely alone.

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“What were you thinking? Did you really think we wouldn’t find out?”

Alex scoffed. “You didn’t for a whole year.” She snapped as she looked back at Hammond.

“We don’t know if you’re completely safe, Alex. What if someone tracked down the calls and came to you?”

“She didn’t know anything. She didn’t know where I was, we just talked. I needed someone to talk, I didn’t just want to be locked in the house again without doing shit or talking to anyone.” Alex shrugged as she shook her head. “Connors is in jail. I am not that important anymore for someone to want to kill me.”

“You still needed to be safe!”

“At what cost?! To have a normal life?! I have no life here! I was robbed! I lost everything!” Alex cried out as she yelled. “Do I need to remind you that I couldn’t even go to my mother’s funeral?! Only Olivia and Elliot knew I was alive, my whole family thought I was dead. I left after trial, I couldn’t even say goodbye to the people I cared about. You expected me to just go back and come back and lose that again? I was not going to let you take her away from me.” She felt her blood boiling as she spoke while tears rolled down her cheeks.

Hammond shook his head. “I’m sorry, but we cannot risk it.”

Alex laughed darkly. “Do you think I won’t try to contact her?”

“You won’t. Because you perfectly know that if you try, you’re also putting her at risk.”

Alex furrowed her brows. “I’m not.”

“Alex…you were a target after you tried to convict someone. Novak convicted Connors and went on to win the case. We don’t know if he had any other contacts, don’t you think that they’d also want to go after her? They tried to kill Antonio for a second time before he went to testify. Why would they stop?”

Alex looked away as she sobbed. She knew he was right. And she knew the risk of the calls, but this never crossed her mind. She was right, one way or another, there could be a possibility that not only was she at risk, but Casey could also be at risk and if they knew she was connected to Alex, they could take revenge or do anything to get Alex or to hurt her. Nothing had happened in a whole year, but Alex knew better than to be a fool and believe that it wouldn’t happen again.

“You cannot contact her again, Alex.”

Alex stayed quiet for a moment, looking back at him. “I know.” She then whispered, her chest feeling heavy as she knew it was now over, and there was nothing else she could do.

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“Are you sure I can’t come with you?” Casey looked at Alex as she finished dressing up.

Alex turned to look at Casey and offered a small smile. “I’ll be fine. I need to return the car and Hammond will meet me there. I don’t want you to come back alone.”

Casey bit her lip softly. “You know I didn’t mean that.”

Alex sighed softly as she walked back to the bed, sitting right in front of Casey and grabbing her hand. “They’re waiting for you to go back. You have a life here, Case.”

“I can just drop everything. They’ll find someone else.”

“Case.” Alex placed her other hand on Casey’s cheek, noticing her teary eyes. “I can’t let you do that.”

Casey looked down at her lap and closed her eyes to avoid the tears. “I know.” She whispered softly.

Alex moved a little closer until her knee met Casey’s. “It’ll be over before we know it. Maybe I’m able to come back before time, we never know.”

Casey nodded softly as she looked back at Alex. “I just wish we had more time together.”

“I do too.” Alex smiled and leaned in, kissing her lips softly. “I wish I hadn’t been a coward and I had talked to you before.”

“We were both cowards.” Casey chuckled softly.

“We’ll recover that time. Someday.” Alex smiled sadly as she kissed Casey’s forehead.

“This is not fair.” Casey whispered softly.

“I know, it isn’t.” Alex sighed.

Casey looked up at Alex as tears rolled down her tears. “Please, come back to me.”

Alex stared into green eyes and smiled softly. “I will.” She leaned in again to kiss her lips. “I’ll come back.” She whispered against her lips and kissed her again.

Alex opened her eyes as the subway came to a stop, she grabbed her bag and stood up to get off. She looked around for a bit, seeing that even if it was a bit late, the place was crowded, she thought that maybe they were going back home, or some were returning from their jobs. She remembered the times she took the subway to go back to her apartment, that apartment that she now didn’t recognize. It was her first week back in New York, and even if she was afraid to walk around the streets of New York alone, she needed to familiarize herself with the city again, if she decided to stay here after all. At first she didn’t know where to go, she just walked and walked until she chose to grab the subway. She had stopped by the courtroom, curious to see the place she spent most of her days in, she had even hoped to see familiar faces but that’d be too much to ask for. She even thought about stopping by the precinct and to another specific place but…she didn’t think it’d be a good idea.

She walked into a small bar that was a few blocks away from her apartment, sitting by the bar and asking about the usual drink that she always had after a tough case. It felt so familiar, yet so different. She hummed as the liquid hit her throat, missing the taste of it since all she ever had back ‘home’ was either beer or tequila that she bought, she barely went to bars, she barely went out as it was. She finished her drink and asked for another, smiling at the bartender. As she was about to get her wallet out to open a tap, she looked at her right side and saw a figure sitting at the very end of the bar, her heart dropping for a moment as she recognized it. She recognized her. Just in time the bartender placed the drink in front of her, she looked at him and asked if she could cover the drinks of the person at the end of the bar. She gave him her card and smiled before she got up and grabbed her drink. She could finish her drink and run out of the bar, and never look back again, but she couldn’t do that again, she could run away when she was just back. When this was her chance.

Was this even a good idea? What if she really didn’t want to see her or talk to her? Alex was 100% sure that Casey hated her at this point. She never called again, not even a message, but she had her reasons and she hoped that Casey would want to listen to her. She stood there by her chair, drinking her drink, and smiling softly as she studied Casey’s face. She had matured so much, her hair was back to its natural color, but she still looked as beautiful as ever. But there was also something that had changed; she looked…sad, exhausted, that light in her eyes that she loved was now gone. Was this her fault? There could be other reasons for sure, but Alex could be a reason behind this, and she hated herself so much for it. She noticed the bartender taking the drink to Casey and explaining that her tab was now covered. Casey looked up to try to find the person and that was Alex’s cue to walk to Casey; it was now or never. Casey’s eyes finally fell on Alex, she noticed the surprise and confusion in her face, maybe a hint of anger. Alex offered a small smile as she sat beside Casey, placing her drink beside Casey’s.

“Thought you could use a drink.” Alex smiled.

Casey stayed serious and quiet for a moment, confusion washing over her face as she looked at Alex, her eyes studying Alex. “Is it really you?” She whispered almost to herself.

Alex’s heart broke at her words, nodding softly. “It is me. I’m back.”

Casey took a deep breath and looked around the bar, almost as if she was looking for a camera or something as if this was a whole joke. She couldn’t get any words out when her eyes went back to Alex’s, she was speechless, her whole body trembling. She was confused, that’s all she could figure out. She felt anger, happiness, sadness, everything at once, but the only way she could describe it at the moment was that she was completely confused. Alex’s heart broke a little at the sight of Casey, maybe this wasn’t the right way to do it, she could’ve called first and not just show up like this, that in her defense, she didn’t know she was going to find Casey in this bar, though she knew Casey’s place wasn’t too far away from here. She saw how Casey grabbed the drink and finished it all, groaning a bit as she placed the glass back in its place. Alex sighed softly as she dared to place her hand on Casey’s hand.

“Casey.”

“No.”

Alex furrowed her brows. “I know-“

“I cannot do this right now.” Casey shook her head as she cried out, staring at the empty glass.

“I can explain. Please, I-“

“Not here.” Casey looked back at Alex and bit her lip, getting up from the chair and taking her hand away from Alex’s. “I’ll meet you outside, I just…need a moment.” She grabbed her purse and left some dollars on the countertop, exiting the bar right after.

Alex sighed heavily as she looked at the bartender and asked to close the tab. She finished her drink and thanked the bartender, grabbing her card and putting it back on her purse, offering a small smile before she exited the bar too. She stood by the door for a moment as she saw Casey facing the street. She felt bad for doing this to her, she knew this had been a bad idea, but she couldn’t just leave the bar without saying anything. She slowly walked to her and extended her hand but put it back down as she stared at Casey. It had been clear that she hadn’t been comfortable with Alex touching her hand back in the bar so she would keep her distance.

 “Casey?” Alex whispered softly.

Casey looked back at Alex, her eyes red and puffy. She sniffled and nodded softly. “Let’s uh…let’s go to my apartment.”

The whole way to Casey apartment, Alex tried to focus her eyes on Casey, trying not to be the paranoid person that she had become in the last few years, she knew they were safe, that she was safe, but she still couldn’t help but feel a bit scared as they walked. Alex had planned to go for a drink or two and then call a cab to take her home, but if Casey wanted to walk, they’d walk. As for Casey, her mind kept spinning around, not sure what she was really doing. She had never really planned what she’d do if Alex did come back at some point. Without Alex noticing, she kept looking down at her hands, trying to find a sign of a ring or something, but nothing was there, which made part of feel relieved by this, but she was also slapping herself in her mind for even looking for something. She was supposed to be mad, she wasn’t supposed to do this. She should’ve left her back at the bar, why would she even accept to talk to her? But god, she so wished she could just wrap her arms around Alex and hug her, she needed her hugs more than anything.

Once they got to Casey’s apartment, Casey closed the door behind her and sighed softly as she rested her head against the door, mostly preparing herself for whatever was coming. She turned to look at Alex, who only stood a few feet away from her, waiting for Casey to say anything or move, whatever she was going to do, Alex would literally follow. Casey couldn’t help but look up at her up and down; it’s like she had not changed at all, she looked just the same. Her hair had grown a bit more, she noticed she had made some layers which made her look so beautiful. Her glasses had changed, even her clothing had, which was so weird to see her in a pair of jeans and a leather jacket…but she looked beautiful. It made Casey feel a bit ashamed of her appearance, she knew that lately, she has not looked her best and it made her overthink a bit what Alex must be thinking about her, but she pushed back those thoughts. She looked away as she bit her lip, looking at her kitchen.

“Um…would you like to drink something? I have…some wine. Orange juice. Water.”

Alex cleared her throat as she shrugged. “Wine would be fine.”

Casey nodded softly as she went to the kitchen, putting her purse on her couch before she passed Alex, and opened her cabinets to find the wine, suddenly forgetting where she had placed it. Alex placed her purse on the couch just like Casey and followed after but stopped at the kitchen island, not being able to tear her eyes away from Casey. The place felt so familiar, she couldn’t help but smile as she looked around. Not much had changed, one or two things here and there, but still felt like Casey. She looked at Casey again when she placed a glass in front of her, pouring some wine for her. Casey poured herself some and then placed the bottle right beside it. They stared at each other for a moment, neither of them saying a word. Alex had so much to say but she was not sure if it was right for her to start talking or just let Casey do the talking for now, her anxiety slowly increasing as she could tell Casey was now more upset than confused. Or maybe sad? Alex couldn’t quiet tell.

“Wanna sit on the couch? So…we’re a bit more comfortable.”

Alex nodded. “Sure.”

They both headed to the couch with their glasses in hand. As they sat down, Alex took a small sip for courage and then placed the glass on the small table in front of her, Casey mimicking her actions. They once again stared at each other, Alex taking the chance to study Casey’s face again, smiling a bit as her eyes dropped to her neck, noticing the necklace she had given her still on her.

“You still have it.” Alex whispered as her eyes returned to Casey’s.

Casey looked down at the necklace and smiled softly. “I never really take it off.”

“Did they ever ask you about it?” Alex grinned a little.

Casey looked up at Alex and smiled a bit. “Munch and Huang noticed first. Olivia did too at some point. The others were oblivious.”

Alex chuckled slightly. “I figured those two would notice first.”

“You want it back?”

Alex furrowed her brows as she stared at Casey. “What?”

Casey shrugged. “I mean…you’re back. I thought maybe-“

“I told you it’s yours. It was…my promise that I’d come back.”

Casey nodded. “And you did.”

Alex smiled a little. “I did.” Casey bit her lip as she looked down at her hands, Alex couldn’t help but stare at her lips. “I always wanted to run my thumb over your lips so you wouldn’t bite it.” Alex paused as Casey looked back up. “And then kiss you.”

Casey felt her heartbeat raising a bit at the confession, her cheeks going slightly red. “It’s a thing I do. I don’t do it consciously.”

“I know that.” Alex smiled.

Casey looked back down at her hands and furrowed her brows. “Why…why did you stop calling?” She whispered softly.

Alex sighed as she looked away, trying to remember what she had practiced before. “Hammond found out.”

Casey shot her head up. “What?”

Alex nodded. “One of his guys…I didn’t notice he had walked into the house, and I was back in the patio, talking to you. He told Hammond that same day and he came to my house the next.” She shrugged. “We had a bit of a discussion.”

“Did he take away the phone?”

Alex shook her head as she looked back at Casey. “No.”

“Then why didn’t you call? Did you really just listened to him and decided it would be a good idea to not call me and not even let me know that you wouldn’t do it anymore?” Casey’s voice broke slightly as she felt her eyes getting teary. “You just stopped.”

“I couldn’t…I-“ Alex bit her lip softly as she looked down at her hands. “I didn’t want to listen to him. I was not going to. I was just going to agree and move on, but he knew. And he talked to me and…I had to listen.”

“Why?”

“Because I couldn’t put you at risk, Casey.” Alex looked back up at her, a hint of fear in her eyes. “He told me that anyone could trace the calls if there was anyone out there. He didn’t want to tell me to not scare me, but they found someone that was related to Connors. You convicted him, what if he came after you?” She felt her lip trembling as she spoke and her eyes getting teary as she stared at Casey. “I couldn’t let them get to you, Casey. And he didn’t even tell me after days. But he told me I could put you at risk. I didn’t even care about me anymore, but I couldn’t let you get hurt. Not again.” She took a shaky breath. “I could still see you…with bruises. You barely being able to walk. I couldn’t let that happen to you again and me…not being here. Not being able to know if you were okay.”

Casey didn’t notice her tears already rolling down her cheeks, wanting to look away from Alex so badly but not being able to. “Alex.”

“Cragen told me you were okay. You were fully back to work and…you were safe.” Alex shrugged. “I just needed to make sure you were okay.” She whispered softly as she wiped away her tears.

“Alex…I could’ve taken care of myself. I could’ve told Olivia and Elliot, so they could’ve been alert if something happened. Olivia already knew that we were talking.”

Alex furrowed her brows. “What?”

Casey sighed. “She…she heard me once or twice and she didn’t say anything until one day she came to my office and asked me. I knew better than to lie to her, so I admitted it, but she never told anyone.” She shrugged. “I guess Cragen and Liv were good at keeping secrets, huh?” She smiled a bit.

Alex huffed a chuckle and nodded. “I guess so.”

Casey sobbed quietly as she looked down at her hands. “I needed you.” She whispered softly.

Alex tilted her head as she swallowed. “I know, honey. But I-“

“I’m suspended.”

Alex furrowed her brows. “What?”

Casey let out a shaky breath as she looked back at Alex. “Brady violation. I-“ she shook her head. “I tried to do the right thing and…everything ended differently than I expected. Judge was Petrovsky…defense was Donna…” she closed her eyes for a moment as she recalled the moment. “Donelly…said I lost perspective.”

“When did that happen?”

“Over 6 months ago.” Casey shrugged. “I uh…I’m helping Mary Clark with some cases. By that I mean…research, clerical activities. Just simple jobs but you know…I’m not running out of money. Guess she felt too bad for me that I got suspended and I’m back under her wing.” She chuckled sadly.

Alex moved closer to Casey and grabbed her hand, bringing it to her lips. “Casey…I am so sorry. I should’ve been there for you. I was an idiot for vanishing like that.”

“I get it.” Casey looked up at her and smiled sadly. “I now get it.”

“That’s still not an excuse.”

Casey sighed as she placed her hand on Alex’s cheek, wiping away her tears. “I forgive you, Alex.”

Alex let out a shaky breath that she didn’t even know she was holding. “You don’t have to. I mean-“

“But I do.” Casey bit her lip softly as she shook her head. “I cannot lose you again, Alex.” She took a deep breath as her tears rolled down her cheeks. “I was upset. I…I didn’t understand what had happened, I thought I had done something wrong or that…that you just figured out you couldn’t do this anymore.”

Alex shook her head. “No. I wanted to call you every single day. I wanted to come and find you, but they didn’t let me.”

“Now you’re here.” Casey whispered as she smiled.

Alex nodded, turning her head slightly to kiss Casey’s hand on her cheek, her hand going on top of it. “I am. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Casey smiled. “I’d actually kill you if you dare go somewhere.” She chuckled softly.

Alex huffed a chuckle as she smiled. “I can’t. I won’t.” She tilted her head. “I want to keep my promise…and I want us to try this.”

Casey’s face softened. “Try this?”

“Us.” Alex smiled. “I want us to…to get to know each other again. I want us to go on dates. To…you know try this whole relationship thi-“

Casey interrupted Alex as she placed her other hand on Alex’s cheek and pulled her in for a kiss. Alex gasped as she felt Casey’s lips against her but placed her hands on Casey’s neck to keep her in place, kissing her back softly. Alex felt more tears rolling down her cheeks, she felt so overwhelmed about everything that was going on, but this definitely calmed her anxiety down, knowing that Casey really meant it and she really forgave her, and that’s all Alex had been hoping for. Hell, she would’ve accepted a friendship if anything, she just needed Casey in her life -well maybe she wouldn’t have entirely accepted the friendship because of how she felt about Casey, but she would respect the boundaries-. Both women couldn’t help but smile against each other’s lips, breaking the kiss for a slight moment before Alex brought Casey’s lips back to hers, not wanting the kiss to end. They finally separated as they tried catching their breath. Alex smiled softly as she rested her forehead against Casey’s.

“I love you, Casey.”

Casey pulled away enough to look at Alex, a surprised look on her face. “What?”

Alex’s eyes widened as she stared at Casey, swallowing hard as her hands left Casey’s neck. “I- uh. I mean- fuck. Casey. I-“

Casey chuckled softly. “You know that you’re cute even when you’re a bundle of anxiety?” She raised her brow as she grinned playfully.

“What do you expect me to do? I…I told you I loved you and you’re making fun of me and-”

“And I love you too.” Casey smiled as she ran her hand through Alex’s hair.

Alex sighed in relief as she smiled. “You do?”

Casey nodded. “I do.” She smiled. “And, by the way, I do agree on going on dates, maybe updating each other a bit more on each other’s lives but…why waste more time, Alex?”

Alex smiled. “I mean…I did drop the L bomb after basically trying to say that we could take things slow, so. I broke my own rule.” She shrugged as Casey laughed.

“You’re cute.” Casey smiled as she pecked her lips softly. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” Alex smiled as she placed her hands on Casey’s back but then pulled them back quickly.

Casey rolled her eyes playfully. “Alex…it’s been over 3 years. My ribs are perfectly fine. You don’t have to be careful anymore.”

“I’d still be careful. I still don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” Casey smirked softly as she placed her hand on Alex’s chest and pushed her slightly, so her back was resting against the couch. She then moved to straddle her waist, wrapping her arms around Alex’s neck. “And what if I don’t want you to be careful?”

Alex gulped as she looked up at Casey. “Well, that changes things.” She grinned as she placed her hands on Casey’s waist.

“It does.” Casey smiled before she leaned down for another kiss, but this time with more passion.

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“Anyone know who’s out temporary ADA?” Fin asked as he looked at Elliot.

“How about one back from the dead?”

They both turned to look at Casey who was already smiling and taking her coat off. “Casey Novak. You’re back.”

Casey shrugged. “Alive and fairly well.” She sighed as she smiled. “Alex and I are gonna share some cases, but…I am.”

Olivia smiled softly as she walked to Casey and hugged her tightly. “I’m so glad you’re back.”

Casey smiled softly as she pulled away from the hug and looked at Olivia. “I’m happy I am.”

“Well, we have our two favorite back.” Much said as he patted her shoulder.

Casey nodded. “Thank you for the warm welcome. But, I think we have a case to work on?”

“Just got here and you already want to start working? Eager much, Novak?”

Casey smirked as she turned to look at Alex. “I don’t think you have ever minded that, Cabot.”

Alex grinned as she kissed her cheek softly. “That’s a secret.” She whispered in Casey’s ear and then chuckled as she looked at the rest of the squad. “I need to steal her for a bit but promise I’ll bring her back.” She grabbed Casey’s hand and pulled her to the elevator. Once the doors closed, she pinned Casey against the wall and smirked. “First day back and you already want to tease me in front of everyone?”

Casey shrugged. “Is that wrong?” She smirked as she pulled Alex close to her by the collar of her coat.

Alex shook her head as she chuckled. “We’ll see how you like my teasing later.” She whispered against her lips as she kissed her, but once she heard the doors opening, she pulled away and winked at Casey.

“Do you think Liz would like to hear that we’re gonna be working together?” Casey grinned as they walked out of the elevator hand in hand.

“I think she’d like if we let her know we’re together in my office before she walks in on us again.” Alex laughed, pulling Casey close to her and Casey laughing with her as they walked out the precinct. 

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Catching Out: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Summary: Spencer has his suspicions about your parents but you refuse to even listen to him. There is nothing going on with your parents... right? No, they’re normal parents that are just overprotective of you. Spencer is just being paranoid.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: So, I know in previous episodes I had mentioned the reader's birthday is in February, but I forgot that when I wrote this episode. I have decided to change it to April since I've also based some other episodes around her birthday being in April. So, from now on, the reader's birthday is now in April.

I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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"Plenty sit still. Hunger is a wanderer." - Zulu proverb

The first thing Spencer always does when he gets into work is go straight to the breakroom and make himself a cup of coffee. He usually makes yours, but JJ got you coffee this morning when she came in. Spencer's brow has been furrowed ever since he first came in, and you know exactly why.

It's your parents. You didn't think they would have behaved the way they did. Your mom wasn't as bad as your dad, but you could feel how they both felt. They were pissed, but you're not exactly sure why.

"Spencer, it was one bad dinner. You're telling me you don't have bad days?"

"This was more than that, Y/N. Something is bugging me about this."

"Spencer, it's nothing. They just had a bad day, that's all."

"What's got you getting premature wrinkles?" Emily asks when she walks in.

"It's my parents. They didn't take to Spencer well," you sigh.

"It's not her parents, it's her dad," Spencer says and finishes up stirring his coffee.

"You have a strict dad? I know a little about that," Emily chuckles.

"He's always been like that, though. Whenever I brought home a boy, he'd become this scary man and run them off. He always said they were never good enough for me. I won't let that happen to you, Spencer," you shrug. "He's just being protective."

"He's being possessive."

"Spencer," you sigh and look at him.

"Are you his only daughter?" Emily asks.

"His only biological daughter. He fosters a bunch of kids, or he did. I can't imagine them still doing that." You don't want to talk about this anymore, so you turn to something that you know will bring everyone's spirits up. "It's your birthday soon, baby. That's exciting."

"I guess," Spencer shrugs.

He's never liked his birthday, but you're going to make it memorable for him. He is turning twenty-seven, and you're going to turn twenty-six four months after him.

"I'll make this one memorable," you wink at him. The glass doors open and Derek walks in with a confused look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"I met this incredible woman at this coffee shop, but she kind of rejected me. She knew who I was, but I've never met her before in my life."

"She knew your name?" Spencer asks.

"I don't know how I could forget a face like hers."

"You've been with so many girls that you can't remember all their names?"

"Oh, come on, are you surprised?" Emily scoffs.

"This has never happened to me before."

"It hasn't happened to me before either," Spencer shrugs.

"Well, it can't happen to you. You have an eidetic memory."

"Besides, you only got one name to remember," Derek smirks.

"Hey, it's not nice to tease," you pout and kiss Spencer's cheek. "I was pretty memorable last night. Twice, in fact."

Spencer blushes at the memory of you two last night. How could he ever forget? All four of you head to the briefing room to meet with everyone. JJ is ready to start the briefing, and when you take your seats, she starts.

"Okay, six victims have been killed in a series of burglaries/homicides all over central California. Bakersfield, Fresno, Chico, and two nights ago, Alan and Brenda Paisley in Sacramento."

"That's a big area. Are we sure it's the same unsub?"

"His DNA was found in all of the homes. They hadn't connected it because he crossed jurisdictional lines. The head of the Sacramento field office has established a multi-agency task force, and he wants us to run point."

"It looks like we got a lot of investigators on this one."

"We'll streamline it if we need to."

"You should know that they've already named him the 'Highway 99 Killer'," JJ says.

"We'll deal with that when we get there."

"He targets one to two-person households. He kills the victims while they sleep. It looks like he uses blunt force trauma with objects found at the home. Multiple bashes to the head," Spencer reads through the file.

"After he kills the victims, he ransacks the homes for valuables," JJ says. "What's unique about this unsub is that after he kills them, he sits down to have dinner in their homes. They found his DNA all over the food and the table."

"Are these burglaries that turned into homicides or homicides that turned into burglaries?" Rossi asks.

"Between the two offenses, it seems the primary motivation is homicide. Otherwise, he would have just stolen the items and fled."

"He stays there for hours, he eats their food, he tries on their clothes, he showers, and he even sleeps in their beds. It's like if Goldilocks became a serial killer," Emily jokes. "They've got plenty of DNA, but they found no fingerprints. If he doesn't take their cars, how does he get there?"

"There are no witness reports of strange cars on the street."

"So, there's no prints, no gun, no noise, no car, and no witnesses. This all adds up to prior experience."

"There has to be a record of him somewhere."

"Until we find it, he'd have moved onto another town, which could be anywhere. Wheels up in twenty."

You and the rest of the team take twenty minutes to get ready, and before you know it, you're already in the air. You're sitting next to Spencer who has a map of California only relevant to the areas involved with the murders; so, not the entire map of California. He has a red Sharpie in his hand, and you stare at the way he holds his pens. He doesn't hold it like a normal person would.

"You hold your pens weird," you say and look into his eyes. He scrunches his face in confusion, but you lean up and kiss his cheek. "It's cute."

"So, our unsub hit four homes in about five weeks. The first one is at the beginning of September in Bakersfield. Then, in Fresno a week later. Eight days later, he hit Chico."

As JJ talks, Spencer marks the areas with circles and the dates to have a record of where he's been. Maybe you can determine where he's going next.

"Then, he changes direction and heads south to Sacramento at the end of September."

"These crime scenes are spread out over four hundred miles. I mean, how many serial killers move around like that?" JJ asks.

"Not many. Of the ones who do, we categorize them into two subgroups. In one model, he's an itinerant homeless person, someone who's been displaced. With the second type, their occupation allows them to travel. He could be killing while on business."

"Would a truck driver make sense?"

"Long-haul truck driver Bruce Mendenhall shot his victims and disposed of their bodies at truck stops across four different states," Spencer says.

It's a possibility.

"Mendenhall targeted mostly high-risk victims: prostitutes and hitchhikers that he picked up right off the highway. I don't think it's a truck driver. They'd use their rigs to get away, and someone would have noticed a tractor-trailer parked in the neighborhood," Hotch dismisses that idea.

"How about someone in corporate sales? They still travel," Rossi suggests.

"Or computer professionals. They travel to install the software. Maybe someone in real estate like a land assessor?"

"They just discovered a new murder in Modesto," JJ says with her phone in her hand.

"He went south again," Spencer sighs and marks that on the map.

"Right, when we land, Reid, JJ and I will go to the task force headquarters. The four of you to Modesto," Hotch says to you, Rossi, Derek, and Emily. "We're going to log some miles on this one."

The first stop was Modesto to drop off you and the others before the rest went up north in Sacramento. It's only an hour's drive between the two cities, so if you're needed up there, then you can drive. The detective on the case, Detective Daniels, meets you at the newest crime scene. The murders just happened, so the house is soaked with energy, trauma, and blood. You can feel it just by standing on the side of the road.

"I'm Detective Daniels. It's nice to meet you."

"How are you doing?" Derek asks. "I'm Agent Morgan, and this is Agent Rossi, Agent Prentiss, and Agent Y/N."

Detective Daniels walks with you to the house, but you pause before your feet can touch the porch steps. Besides the obvious energies inside the house, you look around at the neighborhood. No dogs are barking and no sign of an alarm system, but they do have outdoor lights. The neighbor says they didn't turn it on, and the unsub knew that.

The three basic things any burglar looks for are dogs, alarms, and lights. That tells you the unsub is patient enough to find a vulnerable house.

"I'm going to talk to the neighbor," Emily says.

The detective and Derek walk into the house, but you can't seem to take a step toward it. Rossi is about to go in when he notices you have frozen.

"Are you okay?"

"This house is oozing death and spiritual energy. Rossi, it's everywhere," you whisper.

"It'll be okay. Come on."

Rossi escorts you inside, which is much worse than the outside. There is blood everywhere but only you can see it. Blood oozes down the walls and is caked on the furniture, and it doesn't help that you can clearly see the spirits of the deceased still in their beds. The unsub is a black shadow, but you can clearly see him take an iron and smash it over their heads while they are sleeping.

You have to look away because this is too brutal.

"What do you see?" Derek asks.

"You don't want to know."

Derek walks into the bathroom and notices two bottles of nail polish remover out along with some washcloths and a plastic baggie.

"Check this out." Derek shows you what he found. "I've seen this kind of thing before with burglaries when the criminal is a substance abuser. Oftentimes, they huff household cleaners just so they can get high."

"What was his point of entry?" Rossi asks.

"The laundry room window."

"It explains where he found the murder weapon," you mutter and stare at the bloody iron. "This is serious overkill. He's killing with rage. I saw it."

"You saw it?"

"How does a man with such rage calm himself down enough to make coffee and eggs?" Rossi asks, getting the detective back on track.

"He's disorganized, picks an opportunistic weapon at a crime scene, and strikes with rage. Though, he's organized enough to follow through with a ritual enough after he kills. He cleans up, goes through their things, and eats."

"It's very unusual. The intensity of the rage followed by a long period of calmness spent inside the house is not common."

"Can you explain what he does with his clothes?"

"His clothes?"

Detective Daniels holds up dirty clothes with gloved hands. The unsub was wearing these when he entered the house, and he must have stolen the clothes here to change into. You put some gloves on before reaching out to them.

"May I?"

Daniels hands over the clothes, and you concentrate on the energy left behind on them. You're getting a lot of emotion and fear, and that allows you to see bits and pieces of what the unsub might have been doing before coming here. Train tracks pop into your head, and you can't seem to get that out.

"I see train tracks," you tell your team.

"When we found the deceased, the shirt was placed over his chest and the pants over his legs," Daniels explains.

"This is the first time we're hearing about this."

"Why would he cover up the body?"

"He wears their clean clothes, sleeps in their nice bed, and then puts his dirty clothes on the male victim's body. This might be some form of transference," you say.

"Transfer of what?"

"By symbolically dressing Mr. Sullivan in his clothes, he's equalizing their status. Mr. Sullivan has all these things and he doesn't. This guy has a problem with his station in life. He can't bring himself up on his own, so he makes himself feel better by destroying others and living their lives."

"That might be why he stays so long. He needs that time just so he can feel at home and pretends this is all his," Derek back you up. "He's playing out his fantasy."

"Given this behavior--the dirty clothes and the cheap drug choice--I'd say we're looking for someone homeless."

"How does a homeless man move about the state like this?" Daniels asks.

"There's a reason I saw the train tracks, Rossi," you say and take out your phone to call your boyfriend. "Hey, are you in front of a map?"

"I am now."

"Good. I think I know how the unsub is getting around. Do you see train tracks linking Bakersfield and Sacramento?"

"I'll be damned. He's hopping trains," Spencer confirms.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Beckett x reader - the depths of us

Part two:

A/N: italics are a different language and thank you to @nyxiethesimp for helping💜

Beckett never brought up what she saw in that apartment, but the tension was there when you both left and everybody noticed it.

“What happened in that room Beckett?” Esposito asked.

They all turned to her as she looked at you in the break room.

“Nothing, it’s fine.”

“It’s not though, you two haven’t said a single word to one another.” Castle pointed out.

“When you spend so long with someone you need a break from being around them.” She shrugged.

With that, she made her way to her desk.

As you walked back to yours, she carefully watched you and narrowed her eyes a little bit.

She felt bad for lying to them, but she promised them she wouldn’t say anything, but at the same time she couldn’t just sit there and not talk to you about it.

She needed to know what happened.

Because she understood what it was like to be broken, maybe not in the same sense you might be, but she still understood.

So, that night, instead of going to her apartment she went to yours and knocked on the door, waiting for you to answer it.

You opened the door and furrowed your brows at her.

“Beckett? Bit out of your way isn’t it?”

“Yeah, can I come in?”

You nodded your head, stepping aside to let her in before closing the door.

“What’s up? You don’t often come by unless you need the company.”

“Its not that.”

“Want some?”

You helped up a coffee pot and she nodded, so you poured a cup and handed it over to her.

“What is it then?”

Beckett took a sip of her coffee then sighed heavily, looking at you.

“I need to know what happened to you.”

“No you don’t.”

“But I do, I can’t see something like that and not know what happened. It looks like you went through the wars (Y/N).”

You set your cup down and leant against the counter.

“What’s happened has happened Beckett, you can’t change the past. You of all people should know this.”

“I know, but I also know that you can’t keep stuff in forever, you need someone to rely on. You know about my mom, but I assume nobody knows about this.”

You shrugged.

“Nobody needs to know.”

“I need to know (Y/N), I need to know that whoever did that to you isn’t out there, that they’re not going to do that to you again.” She snapped.

“I’m not some child you babysit Beckett. I’m an adult, I know what I am doing. You don’t need to know, just because you told me about your mom doesn’t mean I need to tell you about my past.”

“So you don’t trust me?”

You sighed.

“I never said I don’t trust you Beckett. But me telling you my past won’t change anything about it, it has nothing to do with now, or what my future may be. The past is the past for a reason.”

“All I’m asking is just for a bit here that’s it. You know everything about us, we don’t know anything about you before you came to the NYPD.”

You narrowed your eyes at her.

“It’s not a right to know, it’s a privilege to know. I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“And what if the others find out?! Would you still expect them to trust you knowing you hid something from them?!” She snapped.

You took a step forward, slamming your hand on to the counter.

“I expect them to trust me because I’ve saved their lives! And they’ve saved mine! Just like I have for you Beckett!”

“I know!”

Beckett ran a hand through her hair and she looked at you.

“But I also know what holding things in does to a person (Y/N), it destroys you.”

“This has nothing to do with you or anybody, so if that’s all leave.”

“Come on.”

“I said get out Beckett, if you want to tell them about what you saw then fine, do it. I don’t care, but don’t expect me to forgive you.” You snarled.

Beckett stared at you.

“Im trying to help you! Im trying to save you from yourself!” She yelled.

You stormed froward, standing just in front of her.

“If I wanted to save myself I would’ve hunted down and killed the bastards that did this to me! That would’ve saved me! Not some pathetic advice from somebody who became a cop just because her mom died! So get the hell out of my apartment before I force you out!” You hissed.

Beckett took a few steps.

“That was low..” she whispered.

“I don’t give a crap, get out, and don’t you dare come back here and try tell me what to do with my life. I couldn’t care less about what you think or what you have to say Kate Beckett because you are nothing but a hypocrite.”

Beckett slowly backed away, raising her hands.

“Fine, but don’t say I didn’t try to help.”

With that, she left, slamming the door behind her and you put her cup in the sink, resting against the counter.

Running a hand down your face, you looked around the apartment.

It seemed so empty and lonely, so did everywhere you went, but it was a choice you made on your own. You knew it was better this way.

And it was all you knew.

At work you wouldn’t speak to Beckett unless it was about a case, if anybody asked you what happened you ignored their questions.

Beckett had tried speaking to you again, but you refused to acknowledge her, and she decided to leave you alone unless it was work related.

That was clearly what you wanted.

You got fed up of the tension, so, you took a few personal days, staying inside of your apartment.

That’s when the email from Beckett came, asking if you would look at some video footage for a case and examine it for her since nobody else would.

Even though you weren’t supposed to be working you were bored and wanted something to do, so you downloaded the file and opened it.

But it wasn’t case footage, it was a video of her tied to a chair, clear signs she had been struggling.

“We’ll know when you’ve opened this, you know exactly where this place is. Come by midnight or we put a bullet in this pretty ladies head.”

You could hear Beckett shouting for you not to come, it was a trap and that you needed to call for backup.

And then it ended.

No sign on who it was, why they wanted you or why they had here.

But one thing was right.

You did know exactly where that was,

So you grabbed your jacket and keys, rushing out of the apartment to head to the docks, looking for the building.

It took some searching, but you finally found it and you walked in, narrowing your eyes as you slowly scanned the.

You could hear shouting, and you quietly followed the voices until you were outside the room.

Crouching down, you listened to what was going on.

“Time is running out.” A man said.

“They won’t come, they’re not stupid and they don’t care enough to come.” Beckett said.

“Is that what you think? Clearly you’re more blind than we though, they’ll come.”

You heard Beckett struggle against her binds a little.

“I’m telling you it’s a waste of time! (Y/N) doesn’t care about anybody enough!”

Getting up, you slowly walked into the room, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your hoodie.

“You lack some serious security.”

They all turned to you drawing their weapons, and you rose a brow at them.

“You asked me here, so clearly you aren’t going to kill me because you went through all of this effort to take Beckett so put your toys away and let’s talk.”

“They said you were calm in the presence of danger, I thought it was a load of crap.”

You glanced at the man who was speaking, and he looked younger than you.

“Did your mommy forget to come pick you up? It’s a school night go to bed.”

He smirked a little.

“I’m shocked you haven’t recognised us yet.”

You said nothing.

“Or maybe you have, and you know who we are but don’t want to say anything?”

“What the hell are you doing here?!” Beckett snapped.

You pointed at her.

“I will deal with you in a moment.”

You turned to the man.

“You want me, why?”

“Let’s just say a friend from the past requests your return.”

“I left that behind me.”

“And now we’re back, so you will come with us, or we drop her in the docks.”

You sneered a little, pulling your gun out from your pocket and they all raised their weapons again.

“If you so much as raise another hand to her I will personally put a bullet between your eyes.” You snarled.

He raised his hands.

“We don’t want any trouble with you, but Anthony is missing.”

Your gun faltered a little bit.

“What?”

“He went missing a few months ago, police won’t help us, and we don’t know what else to do. If this keeps up the position goes to the next person in line, the gang will be turned into anarchy and chaos. You will be the first person hunted down if you don’t return (Y/N). They will have you killed.”

“They wouldn’t.”

“The rival gangs are already testing their luck, we will let the detective go if you come back. Join the gang again, help us to keep everybody you care about safe.”

You glanced at Beckett and she shook her head, mouthing for you not to do it.

You turned back to the man.

“If I do this you leave her alone. You do not go near her and if I find out you did I will make you suffer.”

“As you know, a member of the Dragons, we are bound to our word. So, you have my word no harm will fall upon her or anyone. We just want your return, to find Anthony.”

“Don’t!” Beckett yelled.

You closed your eyes, tucking your gun back into the waistband of your jeans and nodded your head.

“Okay, but I need a moment with her.”

“Of course, we’ll be outside.”

They all left and you turned to Beckett, walking over.

Reaching out, you brushed some hair from her face, scanning her over.

“You’re not hurt?”

“What the hell did you do?!”

You sighed, crouching down in front of her.

“What have you gotten yourself into?” She asked.

“It’s better if you don’t know Beckett, but know I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to do. But this is something I need to do.”

“The dragons?! Do you know how notorious they are!?” She hissed.

“Of course I do, I know better than anybody Beckett. But this is my business with them, not yours, so you need to stay out of it.”

She stared at you.

“Don’t do this…”

“Beckett there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, and I’d you did you would know why I need to do this. I don’t have a choice. But at least this way I know you’ll be okay.”

“Beckett clenched her jaw and you smiled a little bit.

“It’s not so bad, I know this gang, that tattoo on my back isn’t just for show.”

Her eyes widened a little.

“You… you were a member…”

“Nobody can escape their past for long. I wish I could, but it’s complicated. But I just..”

You sighed a little bit, slowly standing up.

“There’s something you need to know Beckett.”

“What? That you lied to us? That’s you’re a criminal?!” She hissed.

You chuckled a little, nodding your head.

“There is that. But I know you’ll look into me when you get back, and I hope you understand a little on why I did this, why I made this choice.”

You looked behind you before turning back to Beckett.

“I want you to know that no matter where I go, if you were to call I would still come, criminal or not Beckett. But I need you to let me go, let me do this.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed!”

You reached out, placing your hand on her head, smoothing down her hair.

“Maybe I will, but.. that’s okay. I’m just glad to have done some good in my life.”

“Don’t! Whatever this is let me help!” Beckett yelled.

You turned around, walking away, but you turned to look at her, giving her a small smile.

“You complete me…”

With that, you were gone, and not long later she heard sirens coming closer, but she knew you’d be long gone by then

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