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jotatetsuken · 2 years

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CONGRATS!!

I would love to join the event if you don't mind <33

she/her INTJ Entree, rice, sugar, and Gojo satoru :DD

Thank you!

I hope that I requested this correctly lmao

Yes, yes, you did @arminsomnia, thank you love <3 this will also be a birthday special, 'cause it's @scandescent's birthday soon, so happy early birthday, Abby!! You're one of my first moots on Tumblr, you're strong, kind, gorgeous, and you write so beautifully and this is the least I can do for you , mwah <333

You're the Reason I Believe in Fate, You're My Paradise

features: satoru gojo x f!reader

type of writing: headcanons

trope: friends to lovers, domestic au, college au (so suguru is not evil in this case)

warnings: little bit of angst here and there, but majorly fluff

song: infinity - jaymes young | wc: 1571

beta reading: @beware-of-the-rogue (ILY <333)

tagging: @akaashi-todorki @hyeque @ohtobiors @miikoos @cirigiri @oikawas-milk-bread @kiiraes @megumischubbycheeks @satosugulovechild @portfolio-of-dreams @ry0m3n @jordyn-degas @chronic-claire-universe @wakatshi @blueparadis @mrskenmakozume @aizumie (taglist form , @shynahasabookshelf)

network: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

prompt: “I don't know how to fix a broken heart, but we could learn together.”- @sleepyprompts

Made with Love: 100 Followers Event (closed, slow updates) | MWL Masterlist

headcanons under the cut <3

gojo is really one of the best friends you could ever have.

he's someone who'd be playful with you, cracking jokes, pulling pranks, all that.

however, whenever someone mocked you or made you feel uneasy, he would glare into their eyes, as if he were peering into their soul.

he'd punch the living daylights out of them, risking suspension from school, just because he cares for you.

from trivial matters to one time when one of you pushed the other into a puddle in the rain, you would be arguing over a variety of things.

but, you two loved recommending music to each other so much, that you’d make spotify playlists for each other.

also, the way you two would first meet would basically be a meet-cute.

however, come college, and you start seeing gojo to be jealous if you hung out with anyone other than him, not in a toxic way of course, but still.

he sucks at hiding his feelings, but does so only to see you happy (if you’re dating other guys)

if you'd have broken up with your exes, gojo would not scold you, or tell you, “i told you so.” rather, he’d sit with you while you’re crying, caress your shoulders and back to alleviate your tears, and hug you whenever you crave for physical intimacy.

consider this situation: when you first meet as kids at a candy store, you were eyeing this particular (favorite flavor) mochi, which turns out, to be something that a certain grey-haired cerulean-eyed boy wanted as well, as you gazed through the corners of your eyes.

while you were about to take a step back and are about to look into other sweets, that boy stops you with the said mochi box in hand.

your (e/c) orbs stare into his eyes as he throws this charming smile at you, saying, “it’s okay, you can take it. there are other boxes anyway,” and pointing you to the freezer where there were other boxes too.

a faint chuckle escapes your lips, and you place your hand on your forehead as you felt slightly embarrassed by this encounter, when suddenly, he puts out his hand and says, “hi, i'm satoru gojo.”

you smile back and shake hands with him, saying, “i'm (y/n) (l/n), i've probably heard of your name somewhere.”

he then asks you which school you go to because he noticed you two had similar uniforms, and there was something about you that made him feel slightly more at ease with you, than with his family. he wants to know everything about you, but he wants to be sure.

you then tell him, “it doesn't matter where i go, but if it makes you feel better, i'm at (school name) and i plan to go to tokyo jujutsu university someday.”

this causes his eyes to sparkle and while both of them buy their mochi and start eating, they talk about the university and how they wanted to go, what courses you both wanted to choose, everything under the sun.

a few years later, when you're in high school and more close than ever, you noticed gojo was more rebellious, carefree, would play truant from school, was a notorious prankster, and was always stressed by assignments due, whereas you thrived on deadlines.

so, he’d knock on your door, with you answering. with drooping shoulders, he’d reply, “(y/n)-chaaaan, i need your help in this homework,” causing her to roll her eyes and reply, “again?”

you were about to say no, like all the times he’d approach you for your homework, but he always lured you with something sweet to get things done.

sometimes, it was teaching him how to solve problems; allowing him to copy your assignment with changes here and there because he knew all the answers, but needed a little push; sometimes, he was lazy, hanging out and playing pranks on classmates and teachers with his other closest friend, suguru geto, and she'd write his homework for him. but nevertheless, you adored him.

he made you feel comfortable and gave you space, while you let him be free in his thinking, mannerisms, and way of experiencing life.

this caused him, shoko ieiri, and suguru, to form a group with you and all four of you ended up chilling together.

then, as you four end up in college, things took a rather interesting turn.

you had started to date toji fushiguro, the quarterback of the star vessel university, which were rivals to tokyo jujutsu university. you weren't able to sense an iota of jealousy from the quarterback of the team, but behind your back, he’d be seething with rage.

you see, he has a long history of rivalry with toji, so when toji chose to come after you, he became really possessive of you, causing you to fight and not talk to each other for days.

however, one rainy day, you knock on his door. when he opened it, he saw you shivering in the rain, sobbing profusely.

ignoring the last argument you two had, he took you in, wrapped a towel around you, helped you dry yourself, made cups of hot chocolate for both of you, and you two sat, and talked.

“satoru,” you sniffle while sipping on the hot chocolate, “i’m so sorry satoru, I should’ve listened to you-”

the cerulean-eyed boy interrupted you by engulfing you into an embrace, shushing you and comforting you, softly speaking, “(y/n)-chan, it’s okay. i’m here.”

he understood without saying a word that toji broke your heart, and while he secretly thought of beating him up the next day, for now, you were his main priority.

the next couple of hours went by so quickly, with you venting out about everything, and with him cheering you up by some of the funniest incidents he experienced.

as you two laughed, you unconsciously placed your hand on his thigh, and looked into his eyes, not uttering a word, as if you wanted to apologize, and as if he read your mind, he replied, “it’s okay, don’t fuss about it.”

you two sort of have a moment as your faces drew closer to each other, but he chose to kiss your forehead and let you sleep over the night.

one day, as your birthday’s on its way, you run to satoru, as you squeal with excitement, “satoru, you’ll be free in a couple of days, won’t you?”

feigning a sense of ignorance, satoru replied, “yeah, sure,” while busy playing on the nintendo switch. as you huff in annoyance, you walk away without knowing what was to come.

on your birthday, he asks you to come over to his place, and as you knock on his door, this time he sees you folding your arms and scowling at him as he opens the door, seeing you in your (f/c) sundress.

smiling and thinking to yourself as to how beautiful you look, he says, “come on now, don’t be like that, (y/n)-chan,” and puts a blindfold around your eyes.

confused, you follow his lead as he holds your hand and takes you along his direction. it was pitch dark for you, and you were concerned as to where he was taking you.

as he took the blindfold off of you, you noticed that you were in the backyard of his house, where he’d decorated everything according to your favorite colors and adorned with your favorite things: a special playlist dedicated to you was playing in the background, with balloons galore, a barbecue grill was set up to make grilled snacks of your choice, and that’s when you noticed who all were at the party: shoko, suguru, and your juniors, kento nanami and yuu haibara showed up, causing you to feel delighted.

taking all the surroundings in, your eyes sparkled and you turned in his direction, grinning, “satoru, oh my goodness, you remembered?”

he chuckled, yet again, and pinched your nose, replying, “oh, (y/n)-chan, how could i ever forget your birthday?”

to everyone’s surprise, he sat on one knee, and while everyone started gasping, he took out a box from the back and it wasn’t any box.

it was your favorite flavored mochi box that caused you two to meet in the first place, and he continued, with his eyes twinkling, and his smile “when i first looked at you searching for this box, I didn’t realize that you’d be an important part of my life. with all the memories we’ve shared, good and bad, I’ve come to a realization that nothing can stop me from falling for you, hard. now, i don't know how to fix a broken heart, but we could learn together. so, what say, (y/n)-chan? will you be my girlfriend and promise to share this mochi box with me?”

tears started flowing down your cheeks and you squealed, while nodding, “get back up, stupid. I can’t just kiss you like that,” and as he stood up to his full height, you cup his cheeks, impatiently crashing your lips onto his.

as the party went by, you were glad to have spent your day with your dearest ones, but most importantly, you were glad to spend it with your now boyfriend, who you were grateful to the universe for, and were thankful that he was someone that you could run to, he was your paradise.

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httpsserene · 2 months

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𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐬 (𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠!) - 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐜.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: maybe this time, the natural distance between them concerning their now different job requirements would help max get over his small, miniscule, tiny, fractional, microscopic, miniature, little, itty-bitty crush on daniel. it didn’t work the first time, when younger-max had avoided his ex-teammate like the plague after his move to a different team—if anything that absence made his heart ache for daniel more, even though he tried his hardest to hate him. so now, maybe that max isn’t the one causing the growing gap between him and daniel, this space might dissolve max’s fondness. 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. idiots in love. mild angst. fluff. happy ending. attempt at humor. plot with a side of porn. the timeline is mostly accurate. max verstappen is an oblivious idiot. daniel ricciardo is an obvious idiot. 5+1 things (in a way). the three musketeers: charles, pierre, and lando. light praise kink. light dom/sub undertones. mild orgasm delay/denial. 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 9.5k 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: max verstappen x daniel ricciardo

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: so....how's life been treating y'all while i disappeared for two months :) ? no, um, sorry for ghosting you guys; i know, i'm surprised that i didn't forget my login info. life started being life for a good amount of time and i got really sucked into school and work. aside from the boring everyday stuff, i've got an internship this summer (yay!), i'm pretty sure i have a bit of a mutual-crush with this boy in my morning lecture, and i've started playing final fantasy sixteen.

anyways, this is my longest work ever! and i'm dedicating it to one of my sweetest betas, bianca. you requested this long before my disappearing act in december, and i told you i was nearly finished with a 6k-word fic for your request. to make up for my unexplained absence, i rewrote the entire thing into a near ten-thousand word feel-good masterpiece.

i hope this fic is of good enough quality for all of you wonderful f1-stans to forgive me because, i'm back, and hopefuily here to stay lol. enjoy reading, loves < 3.

requested & written by/for @biancathecool

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milton keynes, red bull racing headquarters, pre-season 2023

daniel looks happy. max doesn’t know why that surprises him—maybe he’s projecting his emotions (his therapist says he does that quite often) onto the man. the surprise makes sense though, max thinks, as he watches the australian chatter away with the engineers, the largest toothy smile spread across his face like he never left red bull behind in 2018. if it were max who had gone through the mclaren bullshit along with not having a guaranteed seat for the upcoming 2023 season, and he had to settle for a third driver position: he would scourge the world with his fury.

but: it’s not max, it’s daniel. it’s daniel, who was warmly welcomed back into navy blue (papaya did not suit him), it’s daniel, who doesn’t snap at the marketing team when they ask how he’s “coping” with not being on the grid. it’s daniel, who becomes friends with checo easily. it’s daniel, who’s scheduled to fulfill the pr activities that the two red bull drivers refuse to complete. it’s daniel, who has clocked in insane hours in the sim and factory while max has been enjoying his off-season.

it’s daniel, who hasn’t shown any signs of disappointment about not having a seat this year.

if he won’t show or admit it, max will. having a race weekend without daniel doesn’t feel right. max knows this, even though the season hasn’t started yet: he’s going to be miserable. it’s like when daniel left him the team. of course, max had pushed daniel away after he signed with renault. what was he supposed to do? react calmly with the emotional intelligence he didn’t have? max thought the man hated him when he didn’t tell him that he was leaving before the news was released.

regardless, instead of the australian leaving, this time around he’s coming back, which max had originally believed was the best thing to ever happen. he’s not so sure of that anymore. daniel belongs in the car chasing him with the smell of burning rubber and petrol surrounding them. max doesn’t appreciate how the smell of race tracks has already disappeared from him. he could tell it was missing when daniel made a show of giving max the biggest hug as soon as he stepped foot in the factory.

maybe this time, the natural distance between them concerning their now different job requirements would help max get over his small, miniscule, tiny, fractional, microscopic, miniature, little, itty-bitty crush on daniel. it didn’t work the first time, when younger-max had avoided his ex-teammate like the plague after his move to a different team—if anything that absence made his heart ache for daniel more, even though he tried his hardest to hate him. so now, maybe that max isn’t the one causing the growing gap between him and daniel, this space might dissolve max’s fondness.

“max, kid,” christian waves a hand in front of max’s face with an unimpressed look, “did you hear a single thing i said or were you too distracted by the sight of daniel in red bull gear again?”

the tips of max’s ears redden, and he snaps his head away from where it was turned to watch daniel’s constant smile, to face his team principal. max doesn’t know what he was thinking; his crush is going nowhere.

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑.

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justawritterwithideas · 11 months

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Boy Wonder and the Rockstar | s.r

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summary: Things start to get a little tense when Y/N and Spencer have to come face to face to find the person who wants to hurt her, but a clue leads to the total breakdown of everything.

general warnings: this series contains topics such as mentions of death, alcohol, drugs, strong vocabulary, as well as talk of heartbreak, disappointment and arguments. It also contains content regarding CM season 13, so it clearly contains spoilers.

chapter warnings: this chapter contains strong language, confrontations, mentions of murder, among other similar things. this is a spencer reid x famous!reader story.

words: 4,380 words.

a/n: hi guys, after days there's finally a new chapter of boy wonder and the rockstar, yay. sorry for the delay but it's been weeks without creativity, but finally i can upload a decent chapter. sorry if it's a bit (too) dramatic, but put yourselves in y/n's shoes, ok? this chapter has strong confrontations and a little bit of plot change, but don't worry, in the next chapter everything will calm down, trust me. thanks in advance for the love and also for the support for the previous chapters, see ya!

𝟎.𝟑: 𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐃𝐫. 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧.

Sometimes, our mind plays tricks on us, like remembering those embarrassing moments in life, but not remembering the formula to do an equation; remembering what that person told you and that marked you forever, but not remembering what your mother asked you to do.

Sometimes, also, destiny plays tricks on us.

Those times when you ask, please, that the earth swallow you up and spit you out anywhere else but there, that it take you to the deepest part of the planet and disappear until everyone forgets you exist.

I think that concept was the exact way to describe what Y/N and Spencer were experiencing after coming face to face, after 15 years.

On the one hand, the astonishment of the girl's friends and on the other, the confusion of the boy's friends.

Face to face, facing the reunion and the various emotions they experienced from head to toe.

"Reid, do you two know each other?" Emily's voice made them both turn in her direction, but Spencer without even being able to bring himself to answer, the words were snatched from his mouth and taken up by the opposite.

"It's not something I'm interested in being honest, but us knowing each other doesn't affect the investigation, does it?"

Bang, first bullet.

"No, it doesn't affect."

Spencer glanced in the blonde's direction, crossing glances again for the second time that day.

That warm look she always gave him when they met had become the iciest anyone had ever given him.

Bang, second bullet.

"Miss Autumn... Or Y/N?"

"I'm both, I don't mind being called one way or the other." The girl looked in the direction of the group of people, who were watching her trying to decipher where she and the tall one knew each other from. To divert attention, she changed the subject. "Please sit down, I feel a little embarrassed that you are up and we are sitting down." Commented the girl.

The group of people settled around the four individuals seated on the large couch.

But Spencer's eyes did not move from the girl, who stirred uneasily in her seat.

Y/N was more nervous about the presence of the man she hadn't seen in years than about what had just happened a couple of hours ago.

Her hands were shaking, her heart was pounding in the bottom of her chest, she was out of breath and her mouth felt dry, as if she had run a marathon.

She knew that at some point she would meet that boy, the thing is she didn't think it would be so soon. The situation they were in wasn't the best, and even less so with the context behind it, but clearly fate didn't care what was happening and made them meet despite Y/N's prayers not to meet the one-who-must-not-be-named again.

Spencer looked more mature, even though he was always mature for his age. She remembered that he used to do the fee slip for some older friends that Y/N used to have, plus he knew how to think maturely regarding his decisions; not like her, who chose her hair color based on which box of dye was cheapest in the market, but Spencer always said she looked good in any color.

"Miss Y/N." The woman's lost gaze went in the direction of the blonde girl speaking to her, blinking quickly to focus.

"Yes? Sorry, I was just thinking..." Her gaze went from side to side, noting that they were expectant of her answer. "Excuse me, what was the question?"

A sigh came out of Tyler's mouth, who was leaning against the back of the couch. One thing the guitarist hated was the police, more so the feds so, them being there was not at all to his liking.

"I was asking what you did prior to you getting the box."

"Oh yeah, well we were coming from a sound check of the venue where we would be performing. We did that and then we would go to lunch, but before that we were going to stop by the hotel for a change of clothes. I walked into the front desk and was talking to Felix, but before I got on the elevator the receptionist told me that a package had arrived in my name." The girl let out a soft sigh, refocusing on her story. "I wasn't surprised that a package would suddenly arrive, usually information about where you are and who you're with usually travels faster than light, plus it's not the first time it's happened to me."

"What do you mean it's not the 'first time it's happened to you'?" J.J. asked again.

"Well, usually brands contact the band's marketing people days in advance to find out where we are to send packages, to use at concerts or interviews as part of the publicity. It's not the first time a brand has sent a package to a hotel for us to receive." Suddenly, Y/N's face became a bit of an enigma to people. "Even though I was surprised that it was addressed to me, usually they tend to address it to Gerald because he is the manager, they don't usually expose our personal information because of possible leaks."

"That's true, they always send packages in my name by protocol, it's part of the contract that is signed with the brand at the time of sending it." Gerald stated.

"So them sending packages in your name is not a normal thing, is it?" asked Emily.

"That's right, there are usually packages that come with letters inside that indicate who they are addressed to, you know... 'Dear Autumn or Dear Paradox'." Spencer's gaze went in the direction of the pictures in the package and then to the girl in front of him, who looked distracted at the rings on her fingers.

None looked like a wedding or engagement ring, Spencer thought.

Even though that thought quickly faded, it was unprofessional to think about it when a madman was after her and sending her ghoulish gifts.

"So the person thinks they're close to you, or they're a person from the past who was close to you." Commented Tara, who simply kept leaning against a wall.

"It's kind of hard, a lot of the people who were close to me suddenly cut off contact or are stuck with me, like this group." A fake laugh escaped Y/N's lips, glancing in the direction of Reid, who was lowering his gaze.

Bang, final punchline.

"Thank you, miss. We know it's important information you've just given us, but we'll still have to conduct an interrogation with all of you separately." Before anyone could protest, Emily continued. "This way we can rule them out as suspects, we know they wouldn't hurt Y/N, but this way we can start working quickly and efficiently to find the culprit, before it gets any bigger."

"What do you mean by 'bigger'?"

Y/N looked in the direction of the woman in the suit, who simply let out a sigh.

"That it might come to hurt someone in your circle or... you."

All the air in Y/N's throat shot out, feeling her insides stir at what the woman had just said.

They could hurt her friends just by being friends with her, the only family she had left just by being close to her.

"Thank you agents." Gerald stood up as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, he had to warn the management straight about the risk of the tour at this point.

This was a disaster, a complete disaster.

It had been a couple of hours since the agents had set up at the hotel.

Since that couple of hours, Spencer had not been able to cross a single word with Y/N.

It wasn't because they wouldn't let him, on the contrary, he'd had plenty of opportunities to do so.

But the words in his throat wouldn't come out, it was as if they were trapped and his brain wasn't working at all.

"How do you know Autumn, Boy wonder?"

Penelope's voice snapped Spencer out of his chimera.

"What are you talking about, Garcia?"

"Don't try to fool me, it's clear you two go way back. You knew who she was with just a glance and she confirmed it, even though you'd never seen who it was. You didn't even react when we saw her pictures at Quantico, you didn't seem to know who she was until she spoke here, so tell me now, how do you know her?"

The woman's hands went to her hips, implementing pressure to get Spencer to talk about what was going on.

Y/N and Spencer were a couple of feet away, but they seemed like they were miles apart.

"It's a long story." Spencer began.

"If you don't tell me, I'll investigate under my own steam and believe me now that Hotch is gone, I'm not going to stop."

"Well, Y/N and I have known each other since college. We were friends for a long time, exactly three years..." A long sigh took hold of Reid, who felt all the memories together fall like an avalanche of sensations and emotions, just like how it was when he was in college. "I think he was one of the few people who put up with me during this time and who supported me the most. But when I was accepted to the academy I promised not to cut off contact with her when I moved to Virginia..."

"So what happened, why did it seem like running into you is the most horrendous thing that ever happened to her, even though she got a human finger this morning?" Penelope's own questions were answered as she looked at Spencer's embarrassed face. "Don't tell me that... Oh no, Spencer."

"I stopped responding to her letters within a month of arriving in Virginia, cut off all contact with her."

It seemed that admitting it made the pain stronger and stronger, like a stake through his stomach and his whole body.

"Why, Spence, why did you do that?"

"Well, the truth is-"

"Guys, there's security camera footage. Penelope we need you."

They both looked at each other before they could make their way to where everyone was.

They were all standing around the computer, where it was clear on the monitor screen as someone dressed as a courier dropped off the box, then handed a receipt to the receptionist and quickly left. Fast forwarding the recording, the moment where the band enters and the package is handed over can be seen.

"Well, the girl gets the package and then asks a question." Luke spoke aloud.

"She probably asks who sent it or who delivered it, to make sure it's for her." J.J. replied back.

"And then she goes to the elevator, the doors close and then..." The recording switches to the one in the hallway where the group is seen exiting the elevator heading to one of the hotel's private rooms. The new image is seen in the boardroom, where everyone is seen sitting around chatting and the woman opening the box.

The scene seemed orchestrated for a key scene in a horror movie: the girl screaming, holding her hands to her mouth and the others seeing the inside of the box, Felix trying to calm Y/N down, Tyler running out of the room, Gerald calling mortified to what appeared to be the police and Shawn calling on the phone in the room to what would be reception. In a quick lapse, the amount of people running in and out of the room is seen, leading people outside to leave the scene as close to what had just happened and soon stops when the police arrive, who do the procedure when faced with such situations.

"The group enters the room, Y/N opens the box, yells and soon everyone takes different stances with what they just saw, but no one touches the box except for Y/N..." Rossi watches Penelope replay the recording from the beginning, from receiving the package.

"I think it's common sense seeing that, I wouldn't touch a box with a human finger too." Garcia replied to Rossi.

Spencer watched everything in extreme detail, trying to figure out what he was missing. There was something that didn't add up to him, as if it was all set up to happen that way.

"Doesn't it look to you like everything was perfectly organized?" Spencer's voice made everyone turn to him. "Like everything all of a sudden was made to run like that, like that person wanted us to see what happened, every single thing that happened while we got there."

Every single movement of the band was on camera, from their departure from the hotel in the morning to their arrival at lunchtime; from when, Y/N, they received the package to when they opened it, what everyone in the band was doing at the time of the event and even after the event, every single movement was monitored by the cameras, every single one of them.

"It's as if that person knew their routine to the letter, every single schedule and activity..." At the time, all BAU members had one person in mind, the only person who could know every detail about them was the one who lived 24/7 with them.

"Thanks, big G." Y/N received the coffee between her hands, drinking it from the makeshift interrogation room. The five of them were looking at each other, trying to understand what they were doing there and how they had gotten there.

"I don't understand why they have us here, we haven't done anything. We've already told our story a bunch of times and to different people, what the fuck are they waiting for to free us? A divine miracle? For this crazy guy to come and turn himself in?" Tyler was the most dismayed at that moment, at any moment he was going to explode against anyone who stood in front of him.

"Stop it, Tyler. We're not getting anything out of your shitty attitude, they're shuffling through every possibility to rule us out of being a crazed psychopath out to hurt Y/N." Shawn gently patted Tyler to try to calm him down, but it seemed to have made him more prone to explode. "The more we help on this, the faster we can get out here and have a good nap."

"Shawn's right, guys. Let's try to make it easier for the agents to investigate, so we can get on with the tour as soon as possible." Gerald finished with his pack of gummies, tossing the wrapper in the trash.

"What did the bosses say regarding this?" Y/N's words made Gerald let out a sigh, sitting back in the chair where he was.

"As long as this won't calm down and that none of us were in danger, the tour will have to be paused or at worst, cancelled."

A wave of protests came out of the band's mouths, causing Gerald to have to pound the table to calm them down.

"Cancel it, G? We haven't been on stage for two years and to suddenly cancel it, our sales will go down." Tyler vociferated, rising from his seat.

"What's going to happen to the fans? We're going to disappoint them if we cancel it just like that, they've waited for four years for new music and two for a tour, are they going to keep us on indefinite hiatus again? You know how long we've waited for a tour, they know the level of fans we manage worldwide." Y/N was next to rant, bringing one of her hands to her hair to comb it.

"Can't you tell your fed friend to help us hurry this up?"

A current of electricity coursed through every part of Y/N's anatomy, who turned to look at Tyler for his words.

"No."

Y/N's words were harsher than breaking a diamond in two, causing the guitarist to raise his hands in a symbol of peace.

"Let's try to stay calm, guys. Let's not lose our peace, this will work out, I read that the BAU is one of the most prestigious groups in the FBI, they'll be able to solve this problem before this goes any bigger." Felix turned in Y/N's direction, giving her hand a gentle squeeze and invited her to sit next to him.

The silence and calm didn't last long as Spencer and Emily entered the room, along with two police officers.

"Officers, are you bringing news?" Shawn asked, before he could watch as the officers approached Gerald's chair.

"Mr. Gerald Murphy, you are under arrest for being the prime suspect in the crime committed-" Emily's voice made all four of them stand up from where they were.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Felix was the first to react, trying to stop them from slapping handcuffs on the oldest of them all.

"What are you talking about, he didn't do anything! Gerald!" Y/N's loud voice made Emily's voice sound in the background, which recited the rights he had and escorted him out of the room. "Gerald! Please!"

"Hey! You sons of bitches, he had nothing to do with it!" Tyler went after them, along with Shawn who had him by the hip so he wouldn't throw himself at them.

"Shawn, call corporate! This is a misunderstanding, calm down." Slowly, Gerald's voice became more and more distant.

"Gerald! Please, he didn't do anything!" Y/N was more agile than the officers, so she quickly wriggled out of their grip.

She still didn't get very far when familiar hands held her back from going outside, where a group of paparazzi were waiting for some action for the morning news.

"'Stop it, Y/N... Enough fighting." Spencer's voice made her fidget, trying to get out of his grip, but starting to tire after a few struggles.

"Let go of me, Reid. Stay out of it, he didn't do anything." The girl's slender hands went to the chestnut's wrists, making them downward to signal him to let go.

When the boy released her, it made Y/N turn in his direction.

She was angry.

No.

She was furious, her face was red with rage and her voice was shaking.

"What's the matter with you people!? You just took away an innocent person."

"The evidence places you as the possible perpetrator, Y/N." Spencer was trying to sound calm, occupying his most professional voice in front of the girl.

"What the fuck are you talking about! He was with us when I got the package! And the last two months since he started the tour! We would have noticed if it had been him." Y/N's hand movements indicated desperation and exaltation, Spencer could tell with her body language.

"Have you been with him in the moments he's been missing to do unofficial things? Or in the spare moments between rehearsals?"

Y/N's voice was replaced by silence, leaving the most obvious answer in evidence.

"That person can be dangerous, Y/N."

"Then why didn't he ever do anything to me? Why didn't he ever do anything to us?" Y/N folded her arms, still wearing that annoyed expression on her face.

"Because I use decoys to take out his anger."

"What do you mean, a-are there more people besides Bruno?" Her voice trembled at the recent news, bringing her hands to her face as she realized Spencer's facial expression hadn't changed at all at the bad news.

"At least eleven cases have been linked, Y/N."

There's that scary expression again, Spencer thought.

Y/N had to brace herself against a wall to keep from losing her balance, feeling a sensation rise from the pit of her stomach to her throat.

Even though he was aware of what was happening, there was one thing that was clear to him.

"Gerald wasn't, Spencer. I can bet my voice on it, he's innocent."

"Y/N, the evidence-"

"Fuck the evidence, Spencer! He didn't do it! He wouldn't be able to! He bet his whole career on a broke shitty band, he bet his life on us." Small salty tears began to fall down the cheeks of the girl, who faced the young man. "Someone who bet his life, his career, his fate on a band with no future couldn't do that."

"Y/N..."

"No, Spencer! He wasn't, that's my final word." The petite girl's small body walked past the taller one, bumping her shoulder against the other's arm as she left the scene.

"Please, Y/N, listen to me."

Despite Reid's long legs, he wasn't able to catch up to the young blonde who was disappearing inside the elevator.

Everyone's attention was around the heated exchange of words between the two, it was impossible to let go of the situation they had just witnessed and even more so with the end of it.

The man leaned against a wall, letting out a heavy sigh before he could turn around inside the room where his companions were.

"Spence, everything okay?" J.J approached his best friend, who looked somewhat upset from what had just happened.

"Everything's fine, J.J. She was upset about the situation that just happened." He commented giving a long sigh, looking in the direction of the elevator door where the girl had just disappeared. "It's all right, okay?"

A new silence surrounded them with the people in the place, watching each other's faces for the next move they were going to make. Spencer was touchy, everyone knew the singer was detonating something even they didn't know if they could handle, a side of Spencer they had never seen.

"Excuse me, Dr. Reid?"

The brown-haired man's gaze went in the direction of the door, where the boy they identified as Shawn was standing.

"Can we talk?"

The cigarette between Y/N's fingers was burning away as time went by. The icy wind on the terrace gave her goose bumps, but she tried to forget the event that had just happened.

They had arrested her only remaining family, accusing him of being the person who might be sending her those horrible obsessive messages and also accusing him of possibly hurting her.

Along with this, she had just run into the person she thought she had forgotten after 15 years and would now have to be with him behind 24/7.

Footsteps sounded behind her, causing her to let out a whimper and, without looking back, she blurted out.

"Felix, please. I want to be alone, what part of that don't you understand?"

The smoke in her lungs choked when she heard the answer.

"I don't think it's a good idea to be alone on a rooftop, Y/N."

The girl's body turned, watching the tall man behind her. He had his hands in his pockets and had that look on his face that made her get on her knees.

"Least I want to see you, Reid. It's already too much to share with you for the last few hours." She commented sullenly, taking one last puff on her cigarette and flicked it to the ground, stomping on it with the toe of her boot.

The contrarian's arms crossed her chest, starting to walk in the direction of the door that divided them from the elevator and the terrace.

"Y/N, listen to me." Spencer's hand caught one of the girl's arms, causing her to turn sharply to push him away.

"I have nothing to hear from you, Spencer. Unless it's to get Gerald released."

"Gerald may be the person who wants to hurt you, Y/N. I'm doing this to protect you."

"Protect me or make a wash of your image?"

"You know better than that, I would never do anything like that."

"How can I believe you? Liars don't change, Spencer. Do me a favor and let me go."

Y/N's attempt to flee had been interrupted, again, by the older man who wouldn't let go of her arm.

"Please, you have to listen to me."

"No Spencer. It's been long enough that we could talk, and now I have to listen to you because you want me to? What's happen with me, I have to ignore the fact that you didn't contact me for 15 years and now I have to act like we're lifelong friends? No Spencer, it won't happen."

"Y/N, this goes beyond that, it's import-"

"Important? This is more important than you erasing the idea that I ever existed? That we ever had such a strong friendship? That I supported you in every way you could think of, what about me, Spencer? Do I also have to forget all the damage you did to me when you disappeared? It's not fair." Y/N's cheeks burned, all the pent up anger she was going to take out on him. "It was always 'Spencer this, Spencer that' you, you and you. For once, in your life, stop thinking about yourself and think about me, for once in your fucking life!"

"Things aren't the way you think, stop imagining things that aren't."

"Then how were they? Explain to me how things were. Go ahead."

The atmosphere between the two was so tense that they could cut it with a knife, as if suddenly all time stopped for both of them.

Spencer had a chance to redeem his mistake, to prove that the reason things were done this way was not because of his own arrogance, but to protect her. To prove the point of his absence for so long, of cutting off contact so suddenly, that he had done things right and always, always, thinking of her.

But he didn't.

"It's not the place and time to do it, Y/N."

Spencer could see the hint of illusion Y/N had in her eyes fade, as her pupils went completely black and on her face neutrality returned.

"Right, because for you it's never the place and time to do it, Spencer." Before she could turn around, she came back to face him one last time. "The day you have enough pants to face the problem, that day talk to me but for now, don't you dare cross me unless it's to get Gerald back here."

For the second time that day, Spencer watched Y/N's blonde hair disappear behind the metal doors.

Just like the last scent of their past together.

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a lot of love, alme. ❀

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togrowoldinv · 1 year

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Mother’s Day

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You celebrate Mother’s Day with Natasha

Note: Soft mama Nat! Wishing a Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there this weekend. Enjoy!

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You know that Natasha feels a certain way about cliche, card-selling holidays but you’re still determined to always make Mother’s Day a special day for her.

Nat never thought she’d be able to have this. A wife, a family. But you and your kids have fulfilled her like nothing else ever has.

So now you have the youngest kids making cards for her while the oldest are out shopping.

“Great job, Belle. Add some more glitter,” you tell her, helping her with the jar.

Your phone rings and you grab it off the table.

“Hey sweetie,” you answer.

“Hey Mom. We’re trying to decide between a few things and Ivan said we needed input,” your daughter, Ali, says over the phone.

“Yeah because she knows Mama best! You know I’m right,” Ivan says. Clearly they’ve been arguing about this.

“Okay, okay be nice to each other please.” A couple of reluctant yes ma’am’s come over the phone. “Alright what are y’all between?”

They tell you about the gifts they can’t decide on and you have to admit they’re doing a great job of picking out the gifts. Finally, you settle on one and they can be heading home for dinner.

“I’m finished!” Belle says, hopping off her seat with the card in her hands.

“Hold on!” You chase after her and the glitter trail she’s leaving. “It has to dry, baby.”

She reluctantly lets you take the card and put it on the table where Taylor is finishing up her card. It’s decent for a two year old.

Belle washes her hands of the extra glitter and you clean Taylor up too.

You check to see where Natasha is and she’s still about fifteen minutes from home.

“Let’s write Mama a message,” you say. Belle and Taylor hop into your lap.

“I can do it!” Belle says, she’s in an independent stage.

“Alright, sign your name and if you want to say something else I can help you.”

“I wanna tell her I love her like the moon,” Belle says with full confidence.

“To the moon?” You ask with a chuckle.

“That’s what I said, Mommy,” she says.

Belle writes her name and she pauses. She leans her head back and looks at you.

“Yes, dear?”

“Can I write it in Russian?”

“Oh, yes but I don’t know how. Maybe we can ask your siblings when they get home,” you answer her. You probably should’ve learned how to write it by now.

“Use your phone,” Belle says.

“Okay, baby. We gotta do it fast because Mama will be home soon.”

You use google translate and help Belle write the message to Nat. You write a much simpler message to Nat from Taylor and the littlest girl is satisfied.

Your older kids get home in time to wrap the gifts they bought Nat, and she comes through the door with dinner in hand.

“Sorry for the delay. The highway was closed,” Natasha says.

“It’s all good, babe.” You help her with the bags she has. “Hi there.”

“Hi detka,” she says with a smile. She kisses your lips before you go into the kitchen together.

“Did you use glitter again?” She asks you.

“Maybe,” you say, catching the glimmer she sees on the counter. “Kids! Dinner!” You yell upstairs.

They trudge down one by one with Ivan coming up the rear.

“Hey Mama,” Belle is the first to greet Nat. She’s rewarded with a kiss to the cheek. The others follow and everyone settles around the table for dinner.

The food is delicious and you share conversation with the family.

“So, we got this for you,” Nat hands you an envelope. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

“You didn’t have to, but thank you.”

You open the envelope to find a sweet card and a printed picture of Disney World. You glance up at Nat and she’s smirking at you.

“Is this- are we?”

“We’re going to Disney World,” Nat confirms.

“Yay!” Belle cheers and the table fills with chatter.

“Did you know?” You ask them.

“Us three did,” Ali answers, pointing to herself, Ivan, and Jack.

“Thank you, thank you! I love you!” You kiss Natasha long enough for the kids to make disgusted sounds.

When you pull away, you stand up from the table and the kids follow you.

“What’s happening?” Nat asks.

“Stay there, babe!” You call back to her.

She sits patiently and waits for you to come back into the room.

When you do, each kid has a card in their hands and they place them in front of Nat one by one. Ali also puts the wrapped gift in front of her.

“This is too much,” Nat says, her cheeks are pink with nerves.

“Open mine first!” Belle says. She stands next to Nat, so she pulls her into her lap.

“Alright, krasivaya. Let’s see.”

Nat admires the drawings on the front of the card and opens it. There’s seven stick figures with one that has red hair.

“That’s you!” Belle points to it.

“Wow! That’s so good, Belle!”

“And this says I love you like the moon,” Belle says the phrase wrong again, but no one corrects her.

“Oh, does it? That’s so sweet. Thank you, Belle,” Nat says, dropping a kiss to her head. “Did Mommy use google translate?”

You nod and she chuckles.

“What does it say?”

“It may or may not say I love you to the month,” Nat says. The whole table bursts into a laughter fit.

“Mom, why didn’t you just ask us?” Ali asks, not being able to hold back a laugh.

“I was trying to let her be independent,” you say.

“That’s alright, babe. I do love you to the month,” Natasha says. She relents her teasing after that. “Let’s see what else we have here.”

She opens the cards from each kid and thanks them properly. When she gets to the gift from the older kids, she takes care to open it slowly for the dramatics.

“Hey, this is exactly what I needed,” Nat says when she sees the brand new pair of shoes.

“They’re some of the best on the market,” Ivan says. “Guaranteed to make you run super fast.”

“Oh I’m sure,” Nat says. “Thank you guys.”

Nat hugs and kisses the kids and after a yummy dessert you all settle on the couch for a movie night.

When it comes to an end, each of the kids are tucked in and you come into your room to find Nat putting her cards away.

You stand behind her and wrap your arms around her waist. “You still need your gift from me,” you say, a hint of mischief in your tone.

“Oh yeah?” She asks. “We can arrange that.”

“Did you keep all of those?” You ask her. You’re referencing her cards.

“Every single one,” Nat says. She opens the drawer further to reveal all of the cards you and the kids have given her over the years. “Remember this one?”

You move next to her and she hands you a card. Happy first Mother’s Day is transcribed on the front.

You do remember it. Ali had been born just a few weeks before that day and you were exhausted. Still, you knew you had to make her a card. You signed it from you and Ali and added a picture of your happy little family. Nat cried and held the photo close to her heart.

“I still carry that photo with me on every mission,” Nat brings you back to the moment. “Thank you for taking a chance on me and being the best mother to our kids.”

“That’s you, baby. But thank you,” you say.

Nat puts the card back into the drawer and shuts it. She moves in front of you to push you softly back onto the bed.

“I love you,” you say as she falls into your arms.

“I love you too, detka.”

Natasha has the perfect family that she has always deserved and she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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hinny-canons · 9 months

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Final one! sorry for so much delay, August has been a busy month! I had so much fun doing these and I wanted this one to be grand. So I hope you like this one!🩷

@corneliaavenue-ao3 ‘s Several Sunlit Daylights

Midnights: Labyrinth

(inspired by this tumblr post)

Falling in love was not something Harry thought would happen to him. He didn’t even think he would live long enough to experience it. But love was very mysterious. She just loved to appear at random times, it was her thing.

When Love cast her spell on Harry, she was very proud of herself. Harry on the other hand took a while to realize.

Love waited and waited for Harry to realize, but he wasn’t doing anything!

Love knew Ginny still felt feelings for him even if she was dating someone else. She had cast her spell on Ginny a long time ago.

When Harry walked in on Dean and Ginny kissing, Love was very happy to see he was finally realizing it. She ended up making good friends with Jealousy who was the monster in Harry’s chest. He flowed orange and resembled a lion quite like Gryffindor. Jealousy growled every time he saw Dean and Ginny.

“Have a break, Jealousy,” Love said softly.

“They’re making Harry upset, why should I!” Jealousy yelled. Love rolled her eyes.

There was a party everywhere when they had their first kiss. Jealousy roared and Love laughed gleefully. Family in heaven also beyond happy.

Oh, oh. I’m falling in love.

They were so gleeful together until the day that Dumbledore died and it all came crashing down. Love was crying and Jealousy stopped roaring and Angst joined their group. She glowed blue and was small like a child. Angst didn’t talk much nor did she do much. She just watched sadness happen to people and sympathized with them.

Harry broke up with Ginny and Love was shattered. She sat in a corner crying for ages and Angst hugged her through it. Angst specialized in this, break ups and all.

They kissed in Ginny’s bedroom a day before Bill and Fleur’s wedding in which Love would make an appearance. It was her day, after all!

Love got hope when they kissed and it was all blown up, popped like a soap bubble when Ron burst in.

“Ugh!” Love, Jealousy, and Angst all groaned.

Ron got very angry at Harry for playing around with his sister. “Rubbish!” Love yelled. “He loves her!”

Jealousy growled when Harry thought of Ginny marrying another. Angst sighed when Harry thought of never being with her again.

She could tell Harry was very sad by the break up.

Oh, no. I’m falling in love again.

Harry kept watching her dot on the Marauders’ Map and Love kept an eye on both Harry and Ginny.

“No Veelas here,” Jealousy said. “Hope Ginny knows that.”

“Ginny’s sad again,” Angst said. “I wish I could do something.”

Love sighed. “There’s nothing we can do, dear. He just need to guide them and hope for the best.

One night, Harry woke from a dream about Ginny that Love planted in his mind. He missed her a lot and Love thought it would be good for him to see her again, even just in his mind.

Harry thought with a jolt that he loved Ginny. Love glowed and twirled around him when he finally thought it.

Then he started crying about how much he missed her and Angst came to comfort Harry, staying by his side. Two emotions together, comforting one human.

Jealousy came as well, even if Harry wasn’t feeling it. He just wanted to be with Harry.

Oh. I’m falling in love.

It was the day of Harry and Ginny’s wedding and all of the guests were gathered. Love got all dolled up and appeared, very happy. She had been waiting for this day for years! Angst was here too. Everyone was thinking of all those people who died in the war. Jealousy was there to make sure no one interrupted.

“What if Cho Chang jumps up and objects? What if Dean comes in?” Jealousy fussed.

“Oh, please! Both of them are occupied with their own person.”

Jealousy looked back at the crowd. “I’m still keeping eye on ‘em,” he grumbled.

When Harry and Ginny pronounced husband and wife, Love squealed out of delight. “Yay!” She laughed, spinning around at high speed.

Jealousy joined her, running around and Angst smiled at the couple.

I thought the plane was going down. How’d you turn it back around?

#hinny #hinny fanfiction #harry x ginny #final day #this has been a blast!

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supercriminalbean · 10 months

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No secrets without lies.

Chapter 5 --- Understanding

Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader.

Summary: After sleeping with Aaron the reader and him sit down and talk about what should happen next and then what they actually want.

Warning: Mention of sex, swearing, drugs mention, backstory of toxic relationship, age gap. (Anything else please let me know)

A/N: GUESS WHOS BACK!! Yay I’m back and finally posting again for now. Im not entirely happy with this but fuck itttt also sorry for the delay took a much needed break, hoping to get back into a routine soon xx

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“No Jack, let them sleep” Aaron calls out, trying to catch him, but before he could stop him. Jacks barging in, your eyes slowly flutter open hearing little footsteps approach. With a small poof, you feel Jack jumping on the bed, giggling softly, your eyes fully opening, spotting a smiley Jack on the bed with you. Looking up as Aaron comes running in, chuckling as he spots Jack climbing on top of you.

“Wakey wakey (Y/n) time to get up” Jack giggles, shaking your shoulders making you laugh.

“I'm awake Jack” Laughing as you tickle his side, making him giggle and squirm trying to get off you.

“No no daddy help” Jack giggles loudly, Aaron laughs walking over.

“Okay you two, come on we have stuff to do this morning” Shaking his head with laughter as he picks Jack up off you. Smiling softly at you, as Jack runs back out.

“Well good morning” Giggling softly as you sit up.

“Morning, sorry I did try to keep Jack out” He smirks at you.

“It's alright sorry I didn’t mean to sleep in” Smiling softly as you sit up.

“You didn't, Jack is too much of an early bird” Aaron smiles, checking you out subtly. Pride fills him as he spots the dark marks he left on your neck.

“Oh I wonder where he got that from” Laughing teasing him lightly.

“You left your bag here the other night by the way it's on the couch”

“Oh that's perfect” Smiling as you stand up stretching slightly. You could feel Aarons eyes sliding over you, making you smirk, about to say something snarky but you're interrupted.

“Dad hurry up” Jack yells loudly from the kitchen, making you both laugh.

“I see he has your patients as well” Smirking as he walks out.

~~~

You're currently washing the dishes after having breakfast with your boys. Aaron in the study answering a few missed calls from during the night. Jack has already been picked up for a play date. While you're cleaning up, you start over thinking about last night. You slept with your boss, how the hell are you going to get through that. Not only is he your boss but he's also your closest friend, could anything make this worse. Last night was amazing, your body has never felt so at peace with someone. The way his words had so much affected on you was incredible. His mouth has so many talents, and you wish you could explore it a lot further. But there's no way you could continue sleeping with him. Hes your fucking boss for one, and crap, if the team is ever to finds out. Not only would they never stop teasing you, but they would judge you, accusing Hotch of having a favourite. People would accuse you of doing it to get further in your career, and that would be the farthest from the truth. You put yourself through the FBI academy all by yourself, got into the BAU which was your dream when you started the academy. You did that all by yourself with no support from your family and barely any friends. To hell, will you let what happened last night affect your career at all. The sex was great but that's all it was. Sex with your boss. Doesn’t matter that you are already craving more of him, or how during breakfast this morning you couldn't stop staring at his hands. Your cheeks heat up, as you remember how good they felt on your body.

~~~

Time seems to pass by slowly, as you sit on the couch reading one of your favourite books. Waiting for Aaron to finish the phone calls, sighing as you check your phone. It's now 10:45am, He's been in his office for just over an hour and you were growing bored of just hanging around. If you didn't want to talk to him so badly about last night you would have just left by now. Going through your new text message you have received, clicking into Garcia texts, deciding to easily ignore the 20+ unread texts you have from Sean.

Nerd Queen: So how was the date?

You: It sucked, but the night ended up being great ;)

Giggling softly, as you could only imagine how Garcia is going to beg for details tomorrow at work. Oh god. Lying to Garcia is easy but, having to make sure you don’t slip up and accidentally mention his name. While you describe how amazing the night was, and how you ditched your date for another guy. You know you could possibly hide it from the team, but from Rossi? Oh hell no. After yesterday it's like he already put everything together, before you had even had sex with Aaron. Your thoughts are interrupted by new texts from Garica.

Nerd Queen: Oh I am going to need extreme details tomorrow my love ;)

Nerd Queen: I still don’t get why you caught up with that dickward anyway last night.

You: It was mainly for his dick ;)

You: I mean if I didn’t I wouldn’t have ended up where I did sooooo.

Nerd Queen: Seems dirty, I love it. We need to drink and catch up on so much. You me and JJ, next night off.

You: It's a date.

Laughing softly, staring down at the texts. You love Penelope, you have grown so close the last few months. She was the one you talk to about the guys you date and what not. Holy shit does it feels so weird not texting her, telling her how you just fucked Aaron Hotchner. You had slipped one night a year ago on a bestie night out, with her JJ and Emily, that you thought your boss was hot, they never let you live that down. They kept teasing you, calling out your daddy issues. Which you had fun at first reminding them that your dad was nine years older than Hotch, which you soon found out, did not help the issue at all. In fact it made it worse.

Clicking out of the texts from Garcia you move onto the long string of texts, from Sean. Groaning softly as you click into them, immediately regretting them as you read the last few.

Sean (ex): I'm so sorry, I know I screwed up. Can you please text me so I know you got home okay at least. Sent 1:49am

Sean (ex): Oh come on (Y/n) I know I fucked up but please, It was only ecstasy you never use to care. Sent 2:01am

Sean (ex): Look I know I agreed to get clean but I'm not as good as you. Sent 2:17am

Sean (ex): Last night was going so great and sex with you is amazing and you know that's why I took it so It would be way better. Sent 3:42am

Sean (ex): Ok that sounds bad, and I'm sorry can you please message me, I need you to know how sorry I am. Sent 8:22am

~~~

Letting out an angry disgusted huff, slamming your phone onto the coffee table. The bang echoing throughout the room.

“Woah, what was that?” Looking up you see a startled Aaron standing half way between you and the study door. Aaron was watching you, almared, he has never seen you react like that before, and there have been plenty of times where you could have.

“Just my stupid Ex, trying to apologise but more like trying to make me seem like the bad guy” Sighing, rubbing your temple softly, the stress bringing a headache to the party. You feel the couch dip beside you, turning your head to see Aaron sitting beside you, concern present on his face as he faces towards you.

“You want to talk about it?” His soft caring voice makes the stress ease off of you, shaking your head lightly.

“I feel like we have other things we should talk about first” Leaning back into the couch, your body feels so tense and exhausted from the last 24 hours.

“(Y/n) we can talk about that later, I know you were looking forward to last night, what happened?” His words are firm but gentle, turning to look at you better giving you his full attention.

~~~

Sighing softly, your hands start fidgeting, nervous as you think back to the dinner last night.

“Last night was great, you know two old friends catching up” Smiling softly, as you let yourself think back to your and Sean relationship.

“Me and him, we had a good relationship at first, we started out as friends, met at a party when I was 20, he's a few years older than me” Your mind flicks through memories as you reflect back to all those first you had with Sean. “The party sucked, so we decided to ditch and go back to his place just to hang and um we got high” Gulping slightly as your eyes shoot over to Aarons, disappointment flickers onto his face for a short moment.

“You did drugs?” His eyebrow raised, the disappointment in his voice, reminding you of a parent telling of a child.

“Not often, It was only during my party years and mainly just weed, it helped relax me on the weekends. I stopped before I joined the BAU, I haven’t touched it since” Gulping, shame fulling you. You couldn’t understand why you felt so shamefully, you never did when you shared that information with your other friends. Aaron sighs disappointedly, but smirks briefly, shaking his head.

“I can’t get mad at you, I have tried it before” His bashful smile makes you relax, laughing faintly.

“Really, you got high once?” The surprise evident in your voice. Your eyes are as wide as your smile. “I now really want to see you high Aaron Hotchner”

“That is never going to happen” His laughter breaking through his words. The moment allows you to relax and reminds you that this is your Aaron, your friend, not Hotch you boss. Even though sometimes you wonder if your boss even treats you the same as he used to.

“Aw fine” Smiling, take a breath as you continue your story. “Well that night we really connected and realised we had a lot in common, so we started hanging out a lot. After a year we became more than just friends, but as our relationship grew, so did both of our drug habits. I stopped myself before I could fall too far into the druggy hole, and made myself focus more on my studies” Your heart starts racing, your palms start sweating. Taking a small breath to help ground yourself. “Once I got into the BAU, he was getting more into drugs, my schedule was busy with studying and with work experience with you guys, I use it as an excuse so I didn’t have to deal with him, because it was exhausting, when he wasn't working, he was at my place doing drugs and wanting to have sex, if I said no it ended in arguments. I was so done” Sighing feeling exhausted, thinking back to it all. As if all the feelings you had felt back then were returning and hitting you hard.

“I knew back then you had a lot going on, but a toxic relationship as well. No wonder you were exhausted all the time” He smiles weakly, observing you. Your body has tensen up, and you're leaning so far into the couch, almost like you're hoping it will swallow you up. Your leg bouncing up and down, your hands fidgeting with each other as your chest was heaving deeply as you spoke. Your words had been rushing out, not allowing you to get any breaths in.

~~~

Laughing softly at his words. “Oh yeah, back then I barely had time for anything, I remember once you told me off because I hadn’t slept in almost 60 hours due to I had tests and we had just finished a case” Aarons eyes rolls as he shakes his head.

“I felt like I was parenting you back then, You had way too much on your plate, and then you were also trying to help everyone on the team with their issue too” He sighs, smiling back at the memories.

“God I was so young back then” Sighing softly, resting your head on the couch, turning your head to look at him. His face drops looking offrened,

“Excuse me, but you do not get to feel old right now” The offence and disapproval in his tone throws you off, his eyebrow raised, staring at you as he smirks lightly.

“Oh and why can’t I?” Staring at him in confusion, a small smile playing on your lips.

“It wasn't even that funny (Y/L) what made you lose it like that?” You hadn’t seen him this relaxed and happy in a while. It warms your heart, in a way you couldn’t understand.

“You are only 27, I was 38 when we first met, I'm now 43, that is old” His laugh is gentle and full of silliness and joy. You can’t stop the roaring laugh that leaves you, forcing you to bend over, the laugh making it impossible to breathe as all you can think of is. Wow you had sex with a guy who was 1 5when you were born, your daddy issues really do lead your sex life. Trying to take deep breaths to stop your laughter feels impossible, because as you try to calm down. All you can hear is Aarons booming laugh, and wow, the sounds he makes, always seems to make your cheeks feel like they are going to burn. Once you two finally calm down and manage to breathe normally.

~~~

“I had sex with a guy who is 15 years older than me last night opps” Giggling as you bite your lip gently. Hotch tenses up, his facial expression changing from relaxed and happy to seriousness.

“Yeah I guess we need to talk about that, that age gap is a bit of an issue” He exhales deeply, his hand moves up to rub his temple as stress starts coming back to him.

“Oh don’t worry about the age gap Aaron, I've slept with older guys than you” Your mischievous grin is taking over. “I blame my daddy issues for falling for the older guys”

“I think that's something we should discuss another time” The look of concern confused presented on his face, which makes you scoff and roll your eyes in response.

“You know I don't like it when you roll your eyes at me” He sighs annoyedly, crossing his arms.

“You seemed to like it last night Sir” Smirking at him trying hard to contain the laughter, as he huffs and shakes his head as his lips curl up into a smirk.

“Really (Y/N), seriously?” He snickers quietly, shaking his head. “Okay come on we need to talk about what we're going to do about this”

~~~

You both take deep breath taking time to settle down and get serious about the topic.

“No one can know about what happened between us Aaron at all, It could ruin our career, I worked hard to get where I am now and If it gets out that I've slept with my boss, it could ruin my future career” Letting out a long stressful exhale. Staring at the wall behind him, not trusting yourself to look him in the eyes. You know you need to keep this between you two, for your job and to keep your friendship. You know that's what's best for both of you even if that's not what you truly want.

“I agree, If people find out it could ruin us both, So that means you can not tell Garcia, I know you tell her everything” He watches your body languages change, trying to make sure that this is what you want. That what happened was just a one night thing, a part of him wanted to have you again but he knows deep down he can’t have a relationship with you, even if it would be just sex.

“Oh seriously Hotch, I know that, our biggest issue is going to be Rossi, Jack told him we sleep in the same bed yesterday when we hadn’t even seen each other naked yet”

“He was the one who told me I should sleep with you” Aaron groans softly, irritated. Dave loves butting into people's business, it's what makes him a great profiler.

“Wait, is the reason you slept with me because Rossi told you to?” Your eyes flick to him, your face filling with disbelief, “Wow, it doesn't take you much to sleep with someone does it?” Smirking, shaking your head as you tease him.

“Hey I’ve been wanting to sleep with you for a while” Aaron huffs shaking his head, his face dropping as he realised what he just admitted to.

“A while huh, how long?” A grin spreads across your face, pride filling you.

Aaron's face fills with light irritations, staring daggers at you, with a playful smile on his face. “Really, that's what you're focusing on here?” He sighs faintly as he notices a flicker of mischief flash in your eyes. “Your not going to let this go are you”

“Oh Aaron, you know I'm going to annoy you until I get my answer” You smile cheekily at him, grinning even bigger when his shoulders drop low and he huffs furstard. He knows you will, it is one of your ‘talents’ it works well on the unsubs in interrogations.

“If I promise to tell you later can we finish our conversation now” Aaron sighs feeling annoyed that you keep distracting this conversation, wanting to finish it.

“Alright deal” You smile agreeing, taking a breath as you try to refocus on the topic.

~~~

Aaron walks back over carrying cups of coffee, you had decided that you couldn’t continue this topic without caffeine.

“So obviously we have to pretend nothing happened and just stay friends, at work everything stays professional just like it normally is” Aaron says matter of factly, smiling faintly, studying you closely. Sometimes you grew to get annoyed at him when he would unconsciously be profiling you. You understood that it was hard to turn off and that it is an automation action to do some days, but other times it could easily just as well bug you.

“Yeah Aaron, all we need to do is carry on like normal, I'll try to cover up those marks you left on my neck” You huff jokingly, feeling aggravated sending him a dirty look. Which results in him giving you a small apologetic smile, a little regret on his face. As he opens his mouth to talk but you cut him off. “It's fine Aaron, all we need to do is not talk about the fact we fucked or ever have sex again and we will be fine we don’t need to stress” You let out a small breath, smiling warmly meeting his eyes. Aarons eyes are filled with emotions, too many to decipher. You feel like you could pick out disappointment, happiness, desire, and grief. Four different emotions that can play off each quite often.

~~~

“What if that's not what I want?” Aarons words coming out too quickly before he could stop them. Keeping eye contact with you, his body slowly relaxes allowing his guard to lower. “What if I don’t want to do that?” The raw emotions are clear in his voice, the care, the affection and concern he has for you escaping through his tone. The passion he's trying to hide, is starting to break through which completely throws you off. Your heart begins to speed up as your eyes widen in surprise, your body starts to tenses up slowly.

“What, I thought that what we had decided was best for our careers” You stare at him, like he's crazy. The confusion and nervousness evident on your face. Swallowing the lump in your throat as you stare at him. His confession, making your own feelings you buried deep down start to arise.

“No you decided it would be good for our careers I just agreed to everything you said, I don’t want anything to be complicated, but I can’t let us to go back to how things use to be” Aaron speaks steadily, he's not sure if this is the right time to confront everything but to hell if he isn't going to try. He knows from his past just how short life is and how the future is never set out how everyone hopes it will be.

~~~

Taking a deep breath as you allow his words to sink in, studying his body langues. The way he stares at you, as if you are the only thing that matters in the moment. His finger tapping against his cup slowly, is a sign of his anxiety playing up, you’re noticed him doing it on cases and before important meetings at work.

“Aaron.. I don't want things to get strange between us, you're practically my best friend at this point, I’ve never seen us as being anything more than that… I don’t date coworkers. I have rules about that” You let your words come out slowly, not wanting to hurt him, not wanting to lose the most important person in your life currently. But you don’t want to lead him on.

“I don’t want us to date either (Y/n) I think Im not being clear I’m sorry” Aaron smile faintly, trying to correct himself. Making sure you can’t see past him bending the truth to fit whatever the hell is going on between you two.

“Then what is it you're trying to say Aaron?” You ask, letting your eyebrows narrow in confusion.

“I also see you as one of my closest friends and I know I’m also your boss, so I understand if I’m blurring the lines here but, I like what happened last night and I know you did too” He smirks, licking his lips as he notices your expression changes briefly. Your eyes flicker with passion and excitement due to thoughts of last night's activities.

~~~

“Last night was different, you know I enjoyed it Aaron but” Your weak protests are interrupted quickly by an amused but serious look.

“I'm pretty sure ‘enjoying it’ is an understatement, but yeah last night was great so why don’t we just keep doing it, we already did it once, so why stop?” He looks at you seriously, smiling softly. “As long as no one finds out and it doesn’t affect our work why should it matter, you said yourself you barely have time for sex due to our job and between our job and Jack Neither do I”

Your cheeks heat up as he casually mentions sex, the way he just says it as if it's a normal thing you two talk about.

“You and me have the same schedule so it would be easy for us, plus we both could use a little bit of stress relief,with no strings attached, we know each other well, so we know this is just for now until things changed” Aaron smirks being subtle, when he notices your body langues change slowly as he explains his reasoning.

“I mean everything you're saying makes sense” You bite your lip gently, gulping as you look back at him. “And last night was hella good, I didn’t realise you were going to be that good at all last night” You tease him lightly, loving the way his light laughter just falls out of that talented mouth of his.

“Last night that was barely anything, just you wait to see what else I can show you” He winks smoothly, licking his lips letting his eyes glide over your body. “That is if you are on board with casual sex, of course?” Shaking your head slowly at how cocky his voice got at the end, laughing lightly.

“You know it's already a yes Aaron, I could use a personal stress reliever, but if we do this we need to have some ground rules” Looking at him seriously, for once.

“Of course, what are you thinking?” He nods at you to continue.

“Well for one, oblivious no one can know, ever. Two we don’t do anything when we are on a case, we wait til we get back home and three it's just sex, just friends with benefits no feelings are to get involved at all” Speaking matter of factly, nodding along as you speak.

“Okay, yes I agree with all of that, we just continue like normally, just after movie nights here you end up in my bed, properly now” He lips curl up at the thought of you in his bed again.

“Now that is the only way movie night should finish with you” Smirking at him, as you lick your lips. Happy with the arrangement that's finally been arranged properly.

~~~

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Well...

...that could have gone better.

(Also it turns out Lovelace IS an alien. 👽 so that's fun, I think?)

(or my reaction to episodes 44-46 of Wolf359)

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Episode 44: Desperate Times

Now where were we? Ah yes. Cutter lied about their deaths and has an evil girlfriend who makes his robots. Hilbert and Lovelace told Minkowski about the death thing to get her on board, and once they have her, she should be able to get Doug and Hera on board.

Great point Doug. How many secret rooms can one space station have?

And how many copies of the SI-5? Because we already had two Duck boys. If another Kepler strolls in and starts talking about Whiskey again, that might just be too much for me.

No Minkowski. You don't want to kill anyone. But I understand.

Wow. Doug knows some fancy words. "Commander Eiffel" 😂

Oh, they're actually laughing. I'm sorry Doug. Wow, he just made that up too, very convincing.

Aw, Minkowski. I want to hug her. If she doesn't make it back to her husband...

oh yay, she and Doug are talking it out! Friends! My feelings exactly Hera! 💕💕💕

Hera is so sweet. It's weird to think she was built by and modeled after someone so horrible.

Ah. Taking a late night stroll around the ship Hilbert?

Hilbert. NO. NO NO NO NO NO. NOT THE EVIL CHAIR.

Evil chair will kill you. Evil chair will show them your brain which shows them your plan to rebel against them. Do not trust the evil chair Hilbert. For a smart man, you make some remarkably and unbelievably dumb decisions.

I want to believe in them. I do, I really really do. But unfortunately, I know that there is an entire other season left. So...

It's not looking good. Personally, I think the most expendable is Hilbert. They can kill the character off without having to fire the actor. If anyone's about to die, it's him.

The "terrible trio", I like it Doug. Good nickname for SI-5.

The um...the blunt force trauma face?

Oh my this hypothetical of Maxwell, Kepler, and Jacobi falling apart is music, sweet music.

If only...if only.

They are really counting on the SI-5 acting exactly like this. I hope they get it right. I do love the way they make Whiskey Boy out to be such a cartoon villain. He really is.

Oh they're conflicted about who to target. That's right Hera. Target Duck boy. I mean...they did already kill him once, right?

Although slight problem. Let's say they do kill SI-5. Let's say they try to fly the ship back to earth. Can't Cutter just blow the ship up remotely? He'll probably send a missel after them before they even get into the atmosphere. I mean...what would you even do in this situation? He's literally got them bargaining for every second of their lives. Makes you wonder how many teams he has out there like this...

What happened? No gas? Oh dear. Plan B?

HIT MAXWELL WITH A WRENCH? POP A WEASEL?

I don't like how this is going.

"I'm glad I have you alone" Hilbert stop it.

Opponent is not going to hesitate to kill you. That's true. But you can't forget who the enemies are. Cutter and Pryce. And yes. SOMETHING IS WRONG!

Oh dear. Well this is terribly awkward.

...um...so...Maxwell. Duck Boy. Fancy a mutiny?

Guess not. Oh dear. This is bad. This is very very bad.

IS NOT ABOUT THE CONTACT EVENT! IT'S ABOUT THEM GETTING BACK AND YOU KNOW IT.

I KNEW THAT YOU COULDN'T TRUST HER.

"Don't struggle?"

Not the brain sweeping. Maxwell you have lost all my respect, and likely your own if you still had any left in you.

Shut up Duck Boy, literally no one wants to hear from you.

Well this is a pickle. How will our heroes (and Hilbert) get out of this one? 👀

Episode 45: Desperate Measures

"Wakey-wakey", shut up errand boys.

"Passion for disciplining crew members, isn't that right Jacobi?" You're a sadist waste of space who works for a sadist waste of space, we got that Whiskey Boy.

Oh great. Another super secret room. There's probably thousands of them at this rate. A whole city in the sky.

What a nice little room of weapons. As a lover of dramatic irony, I do hope Dr. Robot and our dear Errand Boys find themselves on the other side of those weapons.

Hera you can delay having to respond to her commands! You can! Remember: You can't do this. You're not good enough. Use it to your advantage.

"I knew it!" you did Doug. And yeah, Hilbert didn't sink so low.

"Kill whoever you like least", well there goes Hilbert.

Good work Hera! 🥰 Oh dear it hurts.

THE VENTS! That's right! Go Minkowski!

Geez does Whiskey Boy ever tire of the sound of his own voice? I guess not.

Shut it Kepler! Yeah Doug! He can go to hell! Tell him off!

Doug: "You're crazy"

Kepler: "No Doug. I'm just a man that wants to be taken seriously. That's why I'm sitting here with a gun in one hand, glass of Whisky in the other, while singing "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe" like a cartoon supervillain. There's nothing more respectable or serious than that."

Lovelace is speaking FACTS. He has lost his humanity. But um...ironically so might have Lovelace. Or all of them still unclear on that.

"You're hilarious" "one more thing I have that you don't" ooohhh... dang, it that ain't the truth. No one will be as funny as Doug, but if anyone comes close it's certainly not Whisky boy.

"Very nice speech captain" Well it was better than the Whisky speech Kepler. Take notes.

That's right Lovelace. Who cares what Kepler see when he looks at you? No one. Because he is a waste of space.

She'll survive because of magic alien plot armor.

Aw, she did it for Doug. That's really sweet.

And...off goes the gun. But no screams. He better not have shot Doug.

"You have 30 minutes to think about what you've done. Then we'll talk about Eiffel."

I know I should be furious over the whole "what you've done" comment, but I gotta ask, how dangerously stupid is Kepler? 30 minutes is plenty of time to put a plan into action. What does Kepler need 30 minutes for? Swirling his Whisky around and telling Doug how much he loves the feel of it in his hands.

Why don't you mind your own business Maxwell? Why don't you shut up and mind your own business and throw yourself in the airlock?

Good stalling Hera...yes! Finally knocked out Dr. Robot. Now, as much as I am against murder, eye for an eye, and all that...in this situation, keeping her alive puts multiple innocents at risk.

Anyone got an eye on Duck Boy?

Kepler doesn't care about Maxwell! He doesn't care about anyone!

Doug...great speech for this to work, he has to care about human life, and he clearly doesn't.

Yeah, I don't really like chess either Doug.

Why do I feel like he's going to hurt Hera in a way that only Maxwell can fix?

Ah there he is. "I wouldn't do that so someone. I just blow people up to kill them! :)" ugh Duck Boy is the worst. I knew that he was off doing something silly. "Crazy Jacobi the loose canon" dude, you're Duck Boy. That's your existence.

And I knew Hilbert would be the one to go. They don't have to fire his voice actor to kill him, which makes him expendable.

Well it took a very long time to get here, but looks like Hilbert is finally gonna kick the bucket. And yeah, you guys have no idea how long they've been trying to kill Hilbert. If it was Doug, I'd be more worried, but between Hilbert and Doug, Doug's got the plot armor.

And...there he goes! Oh wait...did she shoot Maxwell! Oh be quiet Jacobi, it's not like you ever actually cared about her. If Cutter or Kepler ordered you to kill her, you would have done it.

You can't talk sense into him Doug. He's a nutcase. We established that.

I love Doug. "Well it's been a topsy-turvy day!"

And see Kepler? Not so fun playing with lives when yours is on the chopping block, now is it?

Yes Doug! Tell him! Oh poor Whisky Boy, are you gonna cry?

Right three people dead: Lovelace, Hilbert, and Maxwell. That's a lot. My money is on Lovelace coming back due to alien magic, Hilbert dead for good, maybe Maxwell lives on in Hera's memory or flashback land.

YES! I love Doug's loyalty to Minkowski!

Does Kepler have an escape pod? I feel like he would. Oh he's telling his duck boy to stand down. But duck boy doesn't seem too happy about that. I guess he cared a bit more for Maxwell than Kepler, even if he would have shot her if given the order.

"Finally over" hm...I seriously doubt that.

Ah yes the aliens. I wonder what they have to say about all this. And Kepler please shut up. "You want to be in charge of this mess, fine." The mutiny literally just happened on your watch. You spent half the crew budget on expensive Whiskey. You don't care at all that Maxwell is dead.

Episode 46: Bolero

Is that music? Um... what is this? I do wonder why they chose to send music, when they've demonstrated that they can send voices.

Yeah...this is a lot. And they lost their human doctor and robot doctor. As much as I hated them, they were useful. Unlike the errand boys, who only seem to be good a cowering in fear from ducks and giving speeches about whisky.

Oh and apparently they like music too. How nice.

"If the commander wishes for silence, then silence she shall have" and yet you're still talking.

Yeah...what do they do now. They have to warn everyone, expose Cutter and get him to jail, but the aliens are also invading. Oh gosh, are Cutter and Pryce aliens? Is this a plot to replace humanity with aliens? That at least makes more sense than Cutter's a loon who just wants to take a gander at some dangerous aliens, but why do I get the feeling that "Cutter's crazy" is what's actually happening here?

Oh right Kepler's special DNA. But your DNA still works even if it's detached from your body, right? 🧬

"We owe it to Lovelace, Hilbert, and Maxwell..." good work Doug. They were evil, they were flawed, but they were still humans.

Oh Hera. Wow, we don't have funerals for animals???? Yikes... I'm starting to see how she was modeled after Pryce now. In that case, I wonder what happened to Pryce. Also Hera, I get what you're saying, but that's an insult to animals. Many cats and dogs I've met are very loyal, kind, and useful.

oh dear she's talking to Lovelace's ghost/memory. 🥺 It's not your fault Minkowski. It was never your fault. And yeah...you all deserve to make it home.

That is if there is even a home to come back to...

Doug, Hera, come on. You're best friends. Wow. And yeah, she and Maxwell were friends, that's why she's so upset! Oh right...if one human friend betrayed her...oh Hera...Doug's not like her you know that! Maxwell would sell you out, Jacobi would sell her out, and Kepler would sell him out, but Doug? Doug would never sell anyone out.

"I know what it's like to not get a chance to say goodbye. And I don't think you're past the point of not caring. Not yet." That's sweet Doug. But you're giving him a bit too much credit. Oh he's mad he killed her? Fair enough, but Jacobi...you said yourself you were monsters! Do you really want to try to claim the moral high ground here? That's right Doug! Tell him! "You're gonna like it...I mean you're gonna feel sad!" Yeah! That's right! Shove the compassion down his throat Doug. Sometimes that's the way you gotta do it.

Minkowski is gonna have some pretty severe PTSD after this. I want to hug her.

Oh no, Hera's remembering Maxwell. "Was everything you did for me part of a secret evil plan?" it's not that simple Hera. Bad people can do good things. Good people can do bad things. Cognitive dissonance Hera, that's how it's possible. Compartmentalization. Circular and deluded thinking. And fake Maxwell is right. It's about you Hera. It's not about her. Forget about Maxwell. Forget about Pryce. You're better than them, and more human too.

Yes Hera, get the feelings out. No, Doug she's coming around!

Oh no...no no no...Doug is wasted isn't he? Kepler's private supply no doubt...oh no... oh Doug.

"I killed them Hera." no you didn't Doug! Intentions matter! You are the ship's moral compass. Don't drink yourself off.

"I'm a drunken mess whether I have a drink or not." oh Doug. Doug.

Please don't give yourself alcohol poison. Oh good self-talk from Hilbert. Yeah Doug never wanted anyone to die.

"How else did you think this was going to end?"

Aw, Doug has so much hope. Never lose that Doug. Never lose it. And yeah, it's nice to believe in redemption. It is theoretically possible. Though in certain cases, highly unlikely. I won't name names.

So...it's just Doug and Jacobi at the funeral? Well. This is incredibly awkward...

Oh right, Hera's never been to a funeral...

Oh nvm Kepler's here for the food. He's so gross.

They gave Hera grief but no way to deal with it? Oh she can't understand why they are gone? The "I wonder if I'll miss you when you go away forever too" is hitting different.

Minkowski came through!

Wow, Jacobi actually is able to say a few nice words.

Dr. Hilbert was a monster 😂. Fair. Completely fair. See ya later Doc. I think Hilbert would have liked it.

Oh don't let Kepler talk. He'd ruin the funeral. Though to be fair, he'd ruin anything.

Never mind looks like the aliens beat him to the punch.

Looks like the aliens decided to come early.

Uh...HERA?

KEEPING WHAT OUT?

Tell me the aliens aren't already here.

Is Lovelace coming back? Oh Kepler knew this was going to happen.

"It can't hear you." DO NOT CALL HER AN IT KEPLER. Alien or not, she's a...well she's a someone.

So she IS an alien? An alien who acts like her? Okay... and yes please, let's start at the beginning. It's about time Kepler. If you're going to talk, you might as well say something useful.

Now I've procrastinated enough but...wow this doesn't look good. Hopefully the crew can get back safely.

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anteroom-of-death · 2 months

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Teacher's Pet part 12

Synopsis: Reader meets Missy. It's a mixed bag.

A/n: sorry for another delay. Hope you enjoy. More doctor fuckery and allusions to the doctors current devolution. Yay I hope you enjoy yayyy.

What were these truths the Doctor was talking about? At least he was being honest! A damn shame to your overloaded brain, but you appreciated it nonetheless. Maybe you would bring yourself to honestly about your profession after. Maybe. You’d have to test the waters and go off what tonight’s surprise was.

Your heart slammed itself into it's cage.

The next few hours were hell on Earth. What was this secret he was going to reveal?

You always dealt with waiting so poorly…

You got through your final tutoring via the university without nary a hiccup, but your brain combed through all the possibilities you could scrounge from sci-fi shows. What was that one nearly-sixty years old program that the BBC had?

Too late now…

You did sneak home to change into something that didn’t scream ‘lazy’.

Soon it was nearly nine. As you walked to his office, you felt like you were at a wall, breathing your last free breaths before the firing squad came upon you. You worked on your breathing exercises as you went to knock the door.

He was there, illuminated softy. Grey hair fluffed, in a burgundy shirt and hoodie. He looked utterly (and unfairly!) Breath-taking. You felt both underdressed and overdressed.

“Good evening!” He smiled, it was one of those easy, unnerving, comfortable smiles that framed his eyes so well.

“Hey.” Was the best you could muster. Your vocabulary stolen from your tongue as easily as the breath from your lungs over him…

How could someone who was quite literally older than the rededication of the Second Temple look so good?

Alien magic, must be.

“You remember that Missy character?”

“Yeah, her? Them?” You struggled.

“Her.”

“Ah.”

“She’s been on her best behavior. Stunning, really.”

“And?”

“I think you two need to meet. I’ve cleared the idea with her other…Guardian.”

“Oh?”

“Nardole…he’s an egg. I sent him to Norwich for a packet of crisps.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” It didn’t.

You rubbed your lip together in a partial move to rip the skin off, but also to provide some sort of outlet for the nervousness that was still coming up from the pit of your stomach.

What was Missy?

He offered the crook of his arm, “Shall we go?”

You took it.

The walk was nice, silent. The weather was warming up nicely. Mild night.

Soon you went to a place obscured in some hardly-looked after corner in the university’s basement. He pressed some hidden point and the wall snapped in two, revealing some contraption. He unhooked himself from you and started entering codes, some little monitor popped up and scanned his eye.

It asked for a verbal confirmation.

He spoke in some language that made your blood run cold and you feel small. Something about it was haunting. Like singing.

It unveiled another wall with a turn-lock, from which he produced a key and unlocked it.

Finally, it seemed safe to part through.

“What did she do?” You asked, voice husky with fear.

“Enough.” He let a little snort escape.

You nodded and went in.

It was a grand room, a couple of old, antique chairs and some meager side tables faced what was a mighty cage! It looked like glass, on the platform. Inside this guided cage was a woman, in simple Victorian clothes.

She played piano very gently.

“Missy.” The Doctor seemingly pleaded.

The woman inside slammed the lid shut and turned around.

She had the most insane, yet oddly lovely smile. Cat-like.

She was thin.

“Oh…you’ve brought me a plaything?” She grinned.

Her accent sounded Scottish. Like the Doctor.

“Do all aliens sound like Scotsmen?” You blurted out before you could monitor your thoughts.

“I’m sorry!” You amended.

She laughed, it sounded like bells.

“One would certainly hope so!” She responded.

“I’m Missy! Short for Mistress!”

“Oh, I’m (y/n).”

She shot the Doctor some look. He shot her another look. It seemed they were having an entire conversation without you. You felt alienated. You looked between them.

“I’ve heard nothing but good. Typical!” She approached you at the edge of her enclosure. You felt caged. Missy stalked you as if she were a lioness and you were some disabled, freshly birthed gazelle. You started sweating, it dewed down your back.

“Oh!”

“My best enemy.” He elaborated.

You nodded more, at a total loss for words. Your breathing became manual.

“So what did you do?”

“Oh, this girlie is rude! I love it!” She shot the Doctor another look.

“Don’t talk behind my back?” You assumed.

Missy nearly fell over! She started laughing, “Rude and clever! He’s certainly taught you well.”

Your eyes could have shot out of their sockets.

“You’re like Jedi, yeah? Can communicate with your brains?” You explained.

“Sure enough? Jedi are the Lego ones?” the Doctor asked.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy her.” Missy predated you more. Nose pressed against her enclosure.

You got the briefest of synopsis of their entire relationship. You felt yourself blinking from your brain overloading. It felt like someone dumped out your mind and shook the contents up before tossing it all back in, haphazardly.

You swallowed heavily.

“So Time Lords. Do you all have such…intense names? Mistress, Doctor? So is there a Bachelor?” You felt your arms move as if to elaborate this point.

“Different generations have different naming convention. My brother is Irving Braxiatel.”

“Of course. Makes sense. My name’s (y/n) but now all the kids are McKinsleigh or Harley or whatever.”

“Exactly.”

“Oh, my dear Doctor, you have a smart one on your hands. Now how do you like the stars, kiddo?”

You shook your head quickly. “Nope, no stars for me. I’m not going up there. Nope. I know what happens! I’m genre aware. I know what goes down in space. And if you’ve had a lot of dead companions previously…not me. I am not that suicidal!” You felt like a horizontal bobble head of sorts.

“See!” She slapped her thigh. “This one’s got common sense! She’s not going to swan off and get herself killed by a giant bird!”

It seemingly touched a tender point.

“Oh, here you go, bringing up Clara! What’s with you?” He seemed on the verge of spitting. “We’re having such a normal time!”

“Oh, she was my manic pixie dream bitch too!” Missy countered, looking like the cat that swallowed the canary.

You made several notes to bring up later when you were going to bring up some new ground rules for this relationship, if this Missy didn’t tear you to shreds and eat your entrails like a tin of tuna.

The cat metaphors kept coming…

Were Time Lords cats?

No! Cats have barbed penises and that Time Lord you were fond of didn’t…

“May I get a tuba now?” Missy pleaded.

“We’ll see.”

You found yourself fiddling with your necklaces in a very rapid way with one hand. The other twisting the massive gold hoop in your one ear. Nervous habits coming in strong to help you self-soothe in this inopportune moment…

Somewhere the Doctor produced a flask of tea and poured some out, it was herbal. At the moment you couldn’t discern much more than that.

He gave it to all, including Missy, who’s barrier seemed penetrable to him, but not her. As she touched it and it repelled her.

Where did he pull out all these things?

What was the barrier made of? Did it work on genes?

Your mind roared for an explanation.

You reminded yourself to take it in strive. You weren’t working with logic and sanity anymore. You were in some contrived sci-fi story now.

It was the only way that you’d survive this!

Missy asked you something pleasantries involving your studies, and you divulged your grand plans.

“Oh, not overly ambitious. No martyr complex. Doctor this one may survive you.” Her focus splintered.

You felt out of your depth even more. You were taking it in stride, but that felt like it was lacking. Although…an opportunity did arise.

Did you have the guts to take it?

You pondered on. If it did turn nasty, you were outnumbered. Two of these so called ’Time Lords’. One you. One very mortal and squishy you.

Missy seemed to know far more than she probably should. You craved a bit more knowledge.

Shouldn’t you be privy to details about the man you’ve been not only fucking, but falling madly under his spell? And dare you utter it- loved?

“So what’s the deal with you Time Lords?” You asked Missy.

“An ancient race. We’re the pinnacle of evolution. Very few races will or ever will get close. Some have tried, they fail to become as optimized.”

“A bit eugenics-y.” You responded, your brows knitted together.

“Funny collars.” The Doctor chimed in. “That’s the opposite of optimized.”

“Oh, Mister President! How salacious!” She cooed in his general direction.

“President?” Your eyes boggled from their sockets.

“Technically. I’m also the De Facto President of Earth in an emergency. Neither here nor there…”

“And he’s ever so humble! My dear, Doctor. If this were two bodies ago you’d be preening!”

You looked down and blinked hard, as you started to chew on the inside of your cheek.

“Oh, him? Yeah, I was a but more vain. I mean, how could I not? All youth and fire and forged from Rose’s love.”

“And who the hell is Rose?” Your jealousy creeping back in.

“Oh, Doctor! You dog! She was very blonde! Broke many universes trying to find him again!” Missy gaped, as if she had personally sprung this trap.

“She helped me. I was raw from the War. She saw my hearts and that’s all.” The explanation was clearly him trying to not irk any jealousy in you.

“She got a wee clone! They’re in a parallel universe!” Missy simmered up, swinging around on her ankles.

“You are annoying.”

“You could have let Torvic kill me!” She put her hands on her hips and pulled a sour face.

“I’m sorry, who’s Torvic?” You were being bombarded with more information than you could handle.

“I was a soft lad. This kid kept bullying me. He was going to kill me, but here does come ikkle little Doctor with a rock! Bye bye Torvic!” She announced it like she was a wrestling presenter.

“How old were…you all?”

“Ten!” Missy clapped her hands together.

“Death’s champion!” She elaborated with a sick glee, pointing at the Doctor.

“I’m assuming you can…change sexes.” You kept piecing it together. “Were you ever a woman?”

“Maybe next go!” The Doctor said.

You leaned down and rested your fingers on your jaw as if to keep it from falling off onto the ground.

“So…how does that all work?”

“Two hearts, they prevent death and kick in our ancient rights!” Missy flourished.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that.” The Doctor stepped in. “We get a new face, new body. New chances. We keep our core. But everything from our personality to our kidneys.”

You inhaled.

“Anything else I need to know…assuming that you do that in front of me.” You curbed your attention to the Doctor. You wanted answers and you didn’t want him to give up this particular body. You didn’t want to play this particular game of Russian Roulette. His body right now was perfect…from his hair to his toes. Like it was personally designed to drive you mad. A sexy, silver fox with dynamic light eyes and a smile that robbed you of the ability to breathe, plus that voice like was a good motorcycle engine. And, a perfect package that hit right in the right spots…

You were objectifying an immortal alien.

What had your life become?

“That shit’s…crazy.” You gave an exceedingly reductive statement.

“No promises, but I’ll try.” He gave you a small, reassuring smile…

“Before precious Rose, there was his wife, that Scottish lad, that journalist Sarah Jane Smith, me, that ginger twink who’s name escapes me and probably a few I’m forgetting! And after there was-” Missy smiled a positively evil grin.

You put your hand up and stopped her from going into any more detail.

“Sarah Jane Smith? The mega-journo who always had the hottest stories? The one who was always leaking the top bylines?” You instinctively tore off your thumb nail.

You kept putting your hands up and down. Going to point a finger. You felt like a malfunctioning kettle.

“W-w-what? Do you…see in me?” You raised both of your hands up as you shrugged and struggled. “Universe traveling blondes? Award-winning journalists? A ginger twink? This jailbird?” You voice scaling up octaves to those only dogs could hear as you slapped your hands over your thighs and grasped them tightly…

You started those dratted breathing exercises and placed your right hand on your only heart.

The Doctor seemed to be sorting through some sort of dilemma in his mind.

“Yeah, tell her!” Missy cheered.

You shot her a murderous glare.

She scrunched her nose and stuck out her tongue.

“I see you as warmth. You are yourself. I see you as someone who’s good. Despite it all. A good student and a great partner. Someone to enjoy while I can. Nothing to complicate or drag into danger.”

Something about these words and his gaze into you had you fighting these words, but becoming placated by them. They were like a cozy quilt on your worries…

“I’ve put others I loved in danger. Learned those lessons. Never again.”

You felt your mind slowing down from the anger and self-doubt.

It felt like truthfulness. You’d take truthfulness.

The looks that Missy and the Doctor passed between each other has you shiver in fear.

You felt like you needed to vomit.

“Can I go home now?” You squeaked out once you felt a but more emotionally regulated.

“Of course.” He helped you up and turned to Missy, “No tuba.” He told her.

She raged on a bit as you felt yourself being tucked into his side and escorted out.

You leaned against a wall as he locked the Vault up.

He folded you under his arm.

“So what do you think of my best enemy?”

You felt yourself feeling suddenly very sleepy and like you had been dreaming. You were very conflicted and of many minds. You would have to work through all this later. There was just so much information and new thoughts that needed evaluated. Though you felt something holding you back from it. The emotional toll of the past few days, inevitably catching up to you.

What was that something was holding you back?

Probably your love of the Doctor.

You felt yourself crying.

“Why don’t I walk you to your flat? What’s the address?” He wiped your face with some old-fashioned looking hankie.

You gave him your address. It was a longer walk, but maybe it would do you good.

You started to walk. It was going somewhat smoothly.

After a silent walk, you stated as you got closer to the safety of your home. “I think she’s insane. Probably it’s for the best she’s in that…situation. Like sectioning, but worse? She could be fun, if she tried. I feel…yeah. I mean, if you’re a package deal. A bit weird she’s your ex. But yeah.” You answered his previous question.

“Is she a threat? To me?” You asked, jealously.

“No, we’re finished. Ancient news far older than your civilization…”

“Ah, okay.” You felt more satisfied.

“She is quite…pretty.” You remarked.

“Hadn’t noticed.”

You nodded, as you arrived to the front door.

“This is me.” You pointed. “You…want to come up? Get a night cap. I know I’m going to need it.” You joked, as you used your pinky nail to scratch the bridge of your nose.

“Not tonight. How about after you finish exams? I still have to some things done in that regards.”

“Valid.”

He leaned down and pressed hip lips to your forehead.

“Good-night, (y/n).” He smiled as he closed his hand over yours and gave it a squeeze.

“Good-night, Doctor.” It still felt strange to not call him ‘Professor’. You didn’t know how to feel. Calling him ‘Professor’ felt better coming off your tongue.

So much to over-analyze.

You opened the door and went up to your flat. After pouring yourself a large shot of vodka to take, you laid on your favorite chair and zoned out.

So much for a normal, nice time at university!

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HI so I ABSOLUTELY LOVE your podcast and I listened to Wooden Overcoats because I heard you recommend it and now i absolutely love Wooden Overcoats!!! (Both finales had me making excited screaming noises and walking around in circles in my room while i liveblogged them to my girlfriend)

Do you have other recommendations in a similar vein?

Oh my goodness, sorry for the delay on this but YAY Wooden Overcoats! It's an absolute all-time fave of ours and needless to say there was much screaming in our household as well. Would die for Antigone Funn tbh.

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Death by Dying: Super dark comedy about an obituary writer in a very odd town--some of our hardest laughs in any audio drama and a show that our writers quote on the DAILY

Wolf 359 and EOS10: Likely you've already listened to one or the other at this point, they're classics for a reason, but just in case you haven't--do it! These were two of our first intros to audio fiction and have been SUPER formative in teaching us how to write comedy and drama for the medium. Really great comedies that also do a fantastic job of sneakily getting you to care about the characters SO much.

Midnight Burger: Look, this show frickin rocks. Tight writing, incredibly clear character writing, just arrives from minute one with such a strong sense of tone and identity. If you like our show's vague Doctor Who vibes, there is literally no way you won't love the crew of Midnight Burger.

Mockery Manor: More of a mystery than outright comedy vibe, but the MUSIC! The SOUND DESIGN! The SETTING! It's a murder-mystery 80s show set at a theme park in the UK, with jingles left and right. We did in fact buy the soundtrack the day it became available, it's bangers beginning to end.

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Two Flat Earthers Kidnap a Freemason: Full disclosure, our producer/Narrator, Lauren, is a voice actor on this, but we think if you like the satire of our show and our particular brand of morally grey protagonists, this one will be right up your alley. We'd tell you the plot but...it's kinda right there in the title, innit?

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We will likely add on shows from here as we think of them, but hopefully this gets you started with something that sounds fun!

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Bloodhound. (A Ghost x AFAB!Reader fic)

Act One, Chapter Nine: In the Eye of the Storm

Hey guys! I'm back! Yay!

So, so sorry for the super long delay- med school has been extremely busy and on top of that, the Christmas hols have been busy as well. I had family functions, Christmas itself, and my birthday on New Year's Eve ( :3 ). I will also admit that I did briefly lose motivation for this fic, writer's block is a curse, and it was a little bit of slug to get started writing again, but I'm very happy with this chapter and I hope you are all too.

Nevertheless, here's Chapter 9- a.k.a the penultimate chapter of Act One! Yay! I'm so excited for Chapter 10! I don't want to spoil much, but let's just say we'll be getting our first glimpse of an Arcadian Son in his wolven form! 🐺

Feedback is welcome! Let's drum up some hype for Act One's finale!

Warnings: Strong language, threats of violence, emetophobia warning, violence, gore, mild body horror and animal death (I will say this happens under the final asterisk of the chapter almost at the very end and it is a bit nasty)

P.S: Fun fact- half of this came to me in a dream! Seriously, it did!

Her resolve was breaking, crumbling away like sand through her fingers. She was faltering, stumbling over a root as she dragged her body to continue on. Valeria looked behind to see she had lost sight of the base. Slowly, she returned her gaze to what was in front of her: the vague path back to their camp.

She had cast that awful mask aside, leaving it to be found at the edge of the base, where the back of that dilapidated building met the woods, hoping you’d find it and that it’d light a fire under your arse.

A life taken was, in her eyes, better than a life doomed. At least, with murder, there came some form of closure. Some form of a definitive… end.

How long until it would set in? Until he’d unravel and consume them all?

Consume you?

She prayed that the anger she had seen in your face, as she had grabbed a fistful of your hair, bringing your bloodied visage to look upon hers, meant you had it in you to fix this. There was a good chance you’d reject Ghost and flee the moment you discovered his newfound nature. And… you’d be right in doing that- you know, to kill him before he’d get into their hands. Valeria hoped you’d stab him with a silver stake in his sleep or do her the kindness of making him scream. Oooh. Something inside her giggled with sadistic joy at the thought of an Arcadian Son screaming in agony at the hands of a lamia. What a triumph that would be! An arrogant man with strength he didn’t deserve nor need, squirming about at the feet of a trafficked child. Valeria hungered for that, and she had found a substitute in reigning supreme over the Las Almas Cartel but, now that she thought about it, it wasn’t the same. It was play. It was her living in a fantasy, rehearsing all the things she wanted to say and do to her overseer. There were many people that sat at the back of her mind, giving voice to her innermost doubts and fears, whom she wanted to see burn by her hands, and he was one of them. That heartless fucker who managed to worm his way into her very being, one who she’d still want to see in awe of her, to feel a swell of pride as she’d slit his throat.

Every Arcadian Son was the same. Every single one. They all did nothing but hurt, exploit, and terrorise. Throwing around their gifts without a care in the world and making sure everyone was constantly feeling their anguish, their pain.

But what about mine?! What about my pain?!

She trudged on, doing her best to halt the tears pooling in her eyes. In an ill attempt to self-soothe, Valeria found her arms slowly snaking around her, her body pulling her into an embrace. It stung as the cartel queen felt a tear trickle from her eye, rolling down her nose, clinging to the end. Then another, and another, and another once more. Valeria wanted to beat someone half to death. She wanted to feel powerful again, toying with people. She had thought that all these years she had spent on herself, spoiling herself rotten with an underground empire and plenty of men to crush beneath her boot, she had grown. And yet, here she was, a sobbing, snivelling mess, nothing more than a weak, little girl.

Little girl.

“You wouldn’t have existed if it weren’t for me.”

Little girl.

“I will always be with you.”

Little girl.

“You will always be scared of men like me. You will always be scared of men.”

The way those words had been uttered to her, all those years ago, with no anger, no emotion behind them, uttered like cold, hard facts. As if she was made to be a certain way. As if she couldn’t escape her nature. As if she was destined to be a caricature, an idea of a person. It was as if everything Valeria had ever done had meant nothing, because all this she had created, had accumulated, had achieved, was merely boiled down to a response to him. Essentially, Valeria realised that she was and would always be nothing more than his lamia.

A quivering breath escaped her, and she became still. Glossy brown eyes stared into the middle distance.

She could have said no, died in defiance.

And yet, she obeyed.

How far was she from camp?

“Valeria?”

Quick as a whip, she snapped back to reality and saw Graves, directly in front of her, standing amidst the shrubbery. His posture indicated he was concerned, slightly leaning forward, one unsure foot put in front of the other, hands hovering in place, shaking with slight trepidation. To him, she didn’t look well. Something about her indicated she wasn’t entirely here and as for her slightly unkempt armour and bloodstained face, Phillip feared she wouldn’t be able to give a decent report.

Still¸ he sighed, no harm in tryin’.

“Valeria?”

“You disgrace the army.”

Every single fucking man she had ever met had, in some form or the other, left a nasty mark on her. Every. Single. Fucking. One.

As she watched Phillip approach her, with a patronising dose of caution, her lip curled.

“I want the missiles. I want the target. And I want Hassan. And you’ve got ten seconds or I’m going to show you the difference between military and me.”

Phillip Graves was feeling sorry for himself now, but she knew it was only a matter of time before he’d be back to his usual self, or perhaps even worse.

“Valeria?”

“What?!” she snapped.

“Have you delivered the package to the target and…”

She could tell he was looking her up and down.

“… Did the renegade do that to you?”

Valeria wasn’t fooled by his softened voice. She took a disgusted step back as he took one towards her.

“What do you think?” Valeria sighed, making to brush past him and collect her things at camp so she could leave this promptly.

He grabbed her, hard, by the wrists. She looked at him like he wasn’t even human, her eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, a face depicting someone who was taken aback by not a man, but an animal.

“I need a full report of what happened,” he spoke to her like she was a mere child.

She looked at him, trying to find his eyes behind that blank visor. Although there really wasn’t much of a height difference between them, she felt as though he was consuming her whole field of vision. Angry tears should have told him enough, but it was evident that he wanted to hear it from her lips.

“Let me go.”

“I need a report.”

“Let me go.”

“You can have your tantrum afterwards, Garza. I need a report. You do realise that this is technically a mission-”

She pulled away, trying to break free of his grip, but to no avail. Over his shoulder, she could see the tantalising shape of camp. Valeria wriggled, demanding to be released. Phillip’s grip only tightened.

Stop.

STOP!

Valeria kicked him, screamed at him and, in a moment of brief freedom, before he’d trap her in his embrace once more, she hit his armoured chest. Again, and again and again. All that came out of her were shrieks and curses that sounded as though they had been trapped in her gullet for centuries. She punched and punched his chest, fighting to break free from his grip as he reestablished control. Graves supposed he’d let her have her moment for a few seconds, however, he soon grew tired of her hysteria.

“Valeria… Valeria, will you just… Val-”

He sighed.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GIVE ME THE GODDAMN REPORT!” he roared.

Then, Phillip fell silent, as if surprised by his own voice. He sounded a lot worse than he did when she last spoke to him, merely hours ago.

Valeria glowered at him but did as he said, regaining composure. She was breathless, panting as her whole body rose and fell in time with her stifled gasps for air. Her hands were raised in front of her, held in place by his, almost framing her face.

“The renegade was there. They saw me. And as for the target… Riley’s received the package.”

He eyed the woman, seeing if he could smell any lies on her. However, it seemed she was telling the truth. Phillip let go of her hands and watched them drop to her sides.

“Clean yourself up and go log it on the lexicon-thingy. I received a call from them not too long after you left. They said they want to hear it from you.”

She pushed past him, wiping away the salty water on her lips with the back of her hand.

Dawn would be approaching and with it, heaps of planning for the final stage. They hadn’t been here for long, but to Phillip, he felt as though he had aged aeons. A sliver of him had just made its absence finally known, having spent the past few days teasing him with its liminal existence. Absentmindedly, he rested a hand on his chest, picking at the crevices of his armour as he stared off into the middle distance. He wasn’t the same. He’d hit rock bottom and now had to get on with things despite it all because he didn’t have anything else to do but that. Never had a man truly encapsulated the word ‘undead’. Phillip Graves in a sense had died in Las Almas, in that tank, at the hands of John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, but he hadn’t been reborn or redeemed in any way. The man was a soulless continuation of the previous iteration. Although he knew the inescapable reality of his situation, he couldn’t fathom it: particularly the fact that he was alive. This didn’t feel like being alive, though. He was simply… going through the motions. There was no agency here. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, he did have some agency which led him to the decision he had been procrastinating on making.

The matter of the girls.

***

“What?!” 72’s voice cracked; her indignation just barely being contained. “What do you mean we can’t go?!”

Phillip winced a little, trying to find the correct footwork needed to get around the girl and get on with his life. Much to his chagrin, though, the young lamia firmly put herself in front of him, blocking his path with her feet squarely placed hip-width apart and her arms crossed. She had an aggravating scowl on her face as she looked up at him.

“Kid…”

“Kid?” she scoffed.

“72,” he sighed, pausing for a brief moment to collect his thoughts, “you and 23 need to stay put. For your own safety. You know, I’m doing this for your own good.”

“We’re supposed to be working,” she growled, “We’re supposed to be on a job.”

Phillip noticed the way her brows lowered, eyes narrowing, it brought about a sense of familiarity to him, like he’d seen that expression elsewhere but couldn’t quite place it.

Him.

Suddenly, he was aware that he was pulling the same face under his helmet.

“You’re going to be doing me a lot of favours by staying back here. So, stay.”

“But-”

“That’s an order, 72!”

She was taken aback by his raised voice, her lip trembling a little as her mind couldn’t make up whether she should be scared or continue to be angry. Graves rose to his full height no longer bringing himself down to meet her eyes, thinking that had done the trick.

He gently moved her out the way and walked past, feeling an odd sense of pride that he’d managed to avoid a teenage girl’s wrath successfully.

“What are you so afraid of?”

Phillip stopped dead in his tracks.

“Are you scared you’re going to hurt us?” 72 taunted, “I know that you were the one responsible for 23’s injury after we extracted the drug lord.”

He couldn’t… He couldn’t even bring himself to look at whatever smug grin she was probably pulling, knowing full well that it would send him over the edge. The last thing he needed right now was an excuse to lose it, especially when she was in the line of fire.

“You…” He could hear his voice had become gravelly once more, like it had done so when he’d yelled at Valeria. “… You, young lady, are skating on some mighty thin ice.”

“I don’t even need to read your mind to know you’re full of guilt.”

“72-”

“We’re here for you! We’re your lamias! You can’t just leave us here, they’ll find out we weren’t working properly, and they’ll do something about it!” she cried, throwing her arms out and vaguely upward.

He turned to face her.

“I’m supposed to be dead. I was supposed to be in a shallow grave in the middle of nowhere, not atoning for my fucking sins but here I am yet on another mission… with two children that I now have to make sure don’t get fucking killed because...”

“Because?”

“I’ve killed so many people. I’ve been a damn good contractor. But I draw the line here. I draw the line at children.”

“We’re not just children.”

“No, 72, you are and you’re in my care. I tell you what to do and you do as I say. That’s the fuckin’ deal. Got it?”

Her lips were pulled into a thin line.

“Got it?!”

She hung her head low.

“Yes, sir,” 72 said, resignedly.

He nodded to himself.

“Go into your tent and stay there until I come get you for food or whatever. If you need anything, you call me, and I’ll let you out.”

Tail between her legs, she sulkily walked back to her flimsy shelter. He watched her unzip the flap and crawl in, hearing the shrill sound of the zipper being angrily pulled along the teeth. Phillip found himself lingering a little longer, watching her silhouette greet 23’s in the warm glow of the hanging torch he’d managed to fish out of their bags for them when they first set up shop here.

Though it stung, Graves knew it had been the right thing to do. They weren’t built for the battlefield, and he’d got a glimpse of that when Valeria had been taken.

23…

His mind was still foggy on what exactly happened with her. As much as he wanted to ask, he feared it would either confirm his suspicions or leave him with only more questions. And so, Phillip had opted to wallow in his apprehension, hoping that once he’d finished this mission and hopefully be rid of them, he could either forget about his guilt or drown it in a fuck ton of alcohol like he used to.

Taken a heavy hit? Simply rock up to the nearest bar in the area and drink and drink and drink.

Having awful flashbacks to Al-Mazrah? Sip some tequila, then sip some more tequila… then keep sipping until you’ve somehow arrived at the next day with only faint recollection of how exactly you got here.

Phillip wondered if he could even get drunk anymore thanks to his newfound condition. Perhaps that’s why the rest of the Arcadian Sons seemed so… excessive, the senseless violence and enforcing of power kept them from acknowledging the tragedies that were their own existences. Maybe he should get with the programme.

No…

It felt wrong.

Then again, he’d most likely done just as bad before. Still, his previous transgressions never made him feel like this, even thinking about spilling blood made his stomach both churn and burn with hungry excitement. It would be giving into something, something that was steeped in sin.

He needed to get this job done and hope the Foundation would give him another one so he would have no time to be alone with his thoughts.

***

You took another pump of soap and rubbed it into your hands before bringing them under the tap once again. Warm water washed over you as you picked at your nails, trying to get the last bits of brown, dried blood which were stubbornly sitting in the crevices of your fingers. Eventually, you looked back up to see the red smeared across the lower half of your face, coming to almost a point, where the source was: your nose.

Damn it.

The blood was beginning to dry, becoming a nasty crust over your skin. You couldn’t help but stare at yourself- bloodied, bruising with tearstains to boot.

You thought about the lamia once more. She had been hanging about in your head for some time now, her face briefly gracing your mind’s eye with her presence. You wondered who exactly she was, not from an identity perspective but rather, you were curious about her intentions. It was just… why?! Why was she there? Why did she help you? Why help and still work for the Foundation? Why show such solidarity, tell you about the Arcadian Sons in the forest, undeniably a few kilometres away, and yet, still, presumably, enter to confirm your location?

Or was this all a ruse? No… it couldn’t be!

It wasn’t like you were going to wait around to find out, you were going to pack your shit and leave first thing in tomorrow morning. You swore to yourself that come dawn tomorrow, you were out of here.

You just hoped that the Arcadian Sons weren’t planning anything tonight.

They couldn’t be that fast, could they?

They could. They very much could.

Damn it.

You sighed, watching your reflection frown. All you really had going for you at the moment was the hope that some god above would take pity on your plight and have the Arcadian Sons miss their window of opportunity.

A long sigh escaped you as you rested some of your weight on the sink.

Ghost’s bout of nausea hadn’t been helping the overall atmosphere in the base either. He’d hogged the bathroom pretty much all morning, vomiting loudly. Soap had been lingering outside for pretty much all of it, occasionally knocking on the door to ask the man if he needed the medic… to which Ghost would reply with, “No. Gaz is keeping ‘em occupied anyway. Besides, I think I just ate-” and then he’d get cut off by puking back into the toilet bowl.

You were curious about what exactly was wrong with him but hadn’t had an opportunity to even catch a quick glimpse of his state, with Kate and Price immediately pulling you aside to ask about the events that had transpired last night the moment you were out of the medical room. Alejandro and Rudy had also interrogated you in the office with the others earlier but that resulted in them having more questions. Then, a massive argument had broken out between Alejandro and 141, with Rudy doing his best but being an unsuccessful mediator. Everything came to an end though when Ghost had sat back down after getting a word in, only to suddenly rise from his seat and make a break for the bathroom. Everyone heard his retches down the corridor, and you wouldn’t be lying if you admitted that the sounds had made you feel a little nauseous yourself.

Bewildered was the word you thought best described the base at the moment.

A pit was slowly growing in your stomach. You were dreading what nightfall would bring. They were coming for you and there are only so many times you can escape the Foundation’s clutches before luck runs out.

You were glad you had packed your silver-plated knives and stake, feeling the sweet relief of reassurance as you grabbed your toothbrush, eager to finally have a moment to yourself to freshen up.

***

The clues at the bottom of her crossword were slowly blurring into one inky blob on the page. A pen, slightly shaking with mild anger, hovered over the third row spanning across the answer area. Usually, 72 would make light work of this, but today, she seemed preoccupied.

23 looked at her with caution from across the tent as she fiddled with the new compression bandaged Phillip had quickly slipped onto her slowly healing knee. The swelling had gone down a little, but it still looked sore. She watched, with increasing anxiety, as 72 grew more and more tense. Eventually, she caved and lashed out with a loud growl, throwing her pen to the side.

“You okay?” 23 asked with trepidation.

“Can you believe he’s making us stay here? Instead of, you know, letting us do our jobs?”

23 shrugged, turning to pick up her camcorder and searching for the switch as 72 continued her rant.

“Like, the Red Room clearly thinks we’re ready or we wouldn’t have been deployed, you know? His report is what’s gonna get us out of the Red Room and actually into a definitive pack. That we’ll stay in…”

She drew her knees to her chest, hugging the newspaper.

“… Instead of being passed from one packmaster to another.”

23 shrugged.

“Maybe he’s right,” the girl suggested, flicking through her footage.

72 grumbled.

“We’re going to end up paying for this. We always do,” she mumbled into the paper, “He thinks he’s doing the right thing but as soon as he mentions on the final report that we did nothing-”

“How do you even know he’s gonna say that?” 23 looked up at her with an exasperated expression, only emphasised by the blue glow from the device’s screen highlighting her features.

“Because he has to?!” 72 sat upright. “They’ll ask.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Why are you sticking up for him?!”

“I’m not!”

“You are! You’re on his side!”

If 23 had pearls, she’d be clutching them in response to such a false and heinous accusation.

“72, I’m not taking anyone’s side. We both know that he’s nice so he’s not going to do anything to get us in trouble, okay?”

“He’s the reason your knee’s fucked up.”

72 pointed at the bandaging on the girl’s leg. 23 cast her gaze downwards and to the side, covering the dressing with her hands.

“Are you scared of him? Is that what it is?” 72 asked, before bringing her hand to her forehead. “Oh my God! You’re scared! You’re doing as your told for once because you’re scared of him!”

“I’m not scared of him! Besides, it was my fault my knee’s screwed up, I was the one that tripped… It’s just-”

“Just what? Scared the big bad wolf is gonna eat ya?”

23 glared daggers at her.

“No, I’m not scared. I’m just being reasonable. Maybe, he has a point. Maybe, we should stay here.”

72 leaned back, her eyes narrowing.

“If I left and followed them to the base, would you let me do it alone?”

Silence fell upon them briefly, only the sounds of awkward rustling filled the tent.

“Well?” 72 asked impatiently.

“I mean…” 23 trailed off, scratching her upper arm idly as she thought.

“Yes or no!”

“Fine!” the girl groaned, throwing her head back.

***

Kate’s fingers were interlocked, her hands tightly wrapped around one another, in a ball, resting on her head as she looked at the ground. Y/N was in their prime. They knew. She, on the other hand, clearly was losing touch and at an alarming rate.

Price sat across from her, a steaming cup of tea sitting atop a small table was the only barrier between the two. He let out a sigh, the air whistling a little as it left his nose. His hands were comfortably placed on his lower abdomen, a contrast to his right leg, which jigged up and down, giving away his brewing anxiety. The captain was growing to resent this silence, waiting and wanting Kate to fill it because he couldn’t, he had no words.

The tense quiet was what was left of Alejandro’s panicked anger and Rudy’s unsuccessful attempts to quell it. He had shouted, paced, accused and demanded that Y/N needed to leave. Kate had stated that she could only let Y/N go once the contact had confirmed it was safe, and as much as she hoped you’d agree, you took Alejandro’s side.

You would leave come tomorrow’s sunrise and just hope that by the time you’d reach the border, the people Kate had been talking to would be there to greet you… like the angels at the Pearly Gates.

Marks of Alejandro’s outburst were everywhere in this room: the door only now just ceasing its swinging from when he’d stormed off, the slam of his fist still ringing in Kate’s ears, the scattered papers and the empty dossier precariously hanging off the table’s edge.

Price’s brown eyes looked over to the old electric fan atop one of the filing cabinets, feeling himself become engrossed in its soothing blanket of white noise as it whirred away, fighting to do its job.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have taken on Y/N.”

Quickly, he turned back to Kate.

“What?”

“We already have enough shit going on. Y/N… I didn’t need to add them to the list of our problems,” she muttered, shaking her head, “Did you hear what Ghost said? And how Alejandro responded?! I could’ve sworn I saw it n his eyes for a second that he was ready to kick us out.”

“No… No!” he implored, scooting his chair, trying to close at least some of the distance, “You did the right thing.”

She looked at him, her blue eyes intense, darting, doing their best not to give away her bubbling emotions.

“It’s difficult to see that right now. We’re here because Alejandro is allowing us to be here, he’s already jumping a lot of hoops for us.”

“And you’re doing the same for Y/N. We don’t leave each other. Where would they be right now if you hadn’t found them?” Price asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Dead,” Kate stated, plain as day, “Or worse.”

Price’s eyes creased and his mutton chops rose as he gave her a small, reassuring smile.

“Exactly. And besides, neither of you have screwed us over. They said it themself, the soldiers after them won’t come for us if we keep out of their way.”

“Usually, John.”

He nodded, being a little too nonchalant for Kate’s liking, as he took his cup of tea to his lips.

Then, it clicked.

“Wait, John, I know that look-”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“I think you do.”

Price shook his head.

“John!”

“Kate!”

She sighed, leaning back.

“I’ll go to try and appease Alejandro by telling him we’ll all- well, I’ll who’s feeling up to it- take night watch tonight, save him and his men the trouble, you know. Then, if those lads show up to take your friend, we’ll be ready and stand firmly in their way. Then, Y/N will have a clear path of escape… theoretically.”

“John,” Kate chuckled weakly, “I appreciate the offer, as I’m sure Y/N would, but these are no ordinary soldiers.”

“Neither are we.”

“No, you don’t understand. What I mean is-”

“Kate, I suggest you think about heading to the barracks soon to rest up, we’ve got a long night ahead of us,” he said bluntly, rising from his seat.

With a shaking head and tight lips, she conceded. Laswell supposed it didn’t really change her plan, which was hoping that whatever pack of Arcadian Sons were out there would decide tomorrow night would be their time of attack. However, at the same time, she didn’t want to put her friends in harm’s way. And yet, having people available to raise the alarm would be beneficial, should they rock up tonight. They didn’t know what she knew though, and… well, Kate decided she’d take up Price’s advice to retire for the rest of the day to reflect on how she should prepare them, should the wolves turn up at their door.

Captain Price wandered towards the window, trying to peak through the fogged-up pane to see if there was anything interesting happening in the wilderness just outside the base. Suddenly, he yelped, staggering back, as a small bird landed just outside. Its wings hit the glass harshly as it steadied itself, before looking in to observe the strange giant beholding it.

“What kind of bird do you think that is, Kate? Looks like some sort of blue magpie to me,” Price mumbled.

Then, he straightened up and gave it a proper salute.

“Hello, Mr Magpie. How’s your wife?” he asked, giving a quiet but hearty laugh as he heard Kate snicker at one of his many British eccentricities.

“What?” Price pretended to take offence, turning around.

“I always forget you do that with birds!”

“Just magpies,” he corrected, “And they’re gorgeous little things so what does it matter!”

Kate shook her head, smiling.

Price gave a playful glare and turned back around, only to see that his small, winged friend had gone.

***

“How are you shaping up, Si?” Soap asked as he squatted down by Ghost’s bedside.

“Feel like I’ve been hit by a bus,” Riley replied, voice muffled by the pillow he was speaking into, “I’m dying.”

“I don’t think you’re dying, mate.”

“I am.”

Soap rolled his eyes. Ghostie may have had a reputation for being a stone-cold killer, and a very intimidating one at that, but MacTavish had found, as he’d gotten to know him, that the lieutenant also had a subtle flare for the dramatic.

“I don’t think you are,” Soap laughed quietly, removing the lid of a hot cup of tea he had retrieved from the mess hall.

“You can’t say anything, you’re not a medical professional.”

“Well,” Soap retorted, placing the lid gently on the ground, “the medic checked up on you a few mins ago and also said you’re not dying. I don’t think yer condition has changed much from then. I think you probably just ate something that didn’t agree with ya.”

“Fair enough,” Ghost said with a groan, his voice finally becoming clear as he turned his head to face Soap instead of the pillow.

He noticed the tea in Soap’s hand.

“That for me?”

MacTavish briefly looked down at what he was holding, and then back up at his friend.

“Oh aye,” the sergeant chuckled as he handed it over, “I made it black though, I’m worried the milk might set you off again.”

“Thanks, Johnny,” Ghost sighed, pulling his mask up to take a sip.

Soap sat himself down on the floor, fiddling with his hands as he watched Ghost drink up.

“You sound better,” MacTavish remarked.

“Really?” Riley asked between swigs of tea, “I feel worse.”

“Ah, that’s because it’s coming out,” Soap happily informed, “So, layering a fuck ton of blankets on top of you and making you sweat is working!”

“You’ve been pestering the medic all morning, haven’t you?”

“Maybe.” Soap shrugged.

“Ugh, Johnny. I told you not to bother her. She’s supposed to be helpin’ Gaz.”

Soap was about to say something, then paused, reevaluated, and tried again.

“I’m sorry,” The Scot folded his arms. “One minute you’re acting like you’re on your deathbed and the next, you’re telling me that I can’t be seeking out medical advice on your behalf?”

Ghost scoffed, giving him a playful punch in the arm. Only it wasn’t as light as it was playful. Soap took it well, not quite getting knocked over, but, once the shock had worn off, he couldn’t help but nurse his shoulder.

“Oh shit!” Ghost hurriedly pulled off the covers, practically leaping out of bed. “Sorry, Soap, I didn’t- Fuck!”

As he had tried to remedy the situation, the poor man had spilt his tea all over the floor.

“It’s fine, Si.” Soap brushed him off, rising to his feet. “I see you’ve not quite lost your strength. That’s good, I guess. I’ll go get some tissues.”

“No, I’ll go. I made the mess.”

As much as Soap wanted to protest, it’d be no use. He could see Simon’s mind was already made up.

“Sure.”

Soap conceded, giving way for Ghost as he grabbed his balaclava and rushed out.

***

As he was making his way there, he couldn’t help but feel this sense of unease. He was pretty certain it was what remained of Alejandro’s outburst. Though it was shocking, Ghost could understand where he was coming from; Riley himself had initial reservations about Y/N’s presence here. However, those reservations quickly died once Ghost had seen them and their desperation. He understood that kind of fear. Y/N was vulnerable right now, and needed time to rebuild their strength, hence why Ghost had vehemently protested against Alejandro’s demands to do away with Y/N.

That had led to a stern reprimand from Price and a very surprised look from Soap… and then of course, Ghost had to worsen everything by being this stupidly ill.

Simon actually had no clue what was wrong with him. It was like it had happened overnight; just suddenly, the poor bastard had come down with a pounding headache, high fever, nausea and these weird cramps in his lower abdomen and legs.

Just as he was thinking about them, another wave of pain hit him. Ghost took a moment for himself, resting a hand and his forehead on the wall, trying to find some relief in long, steady breaths.

“Are you alright?” a timid voice asked from behind him.

He turned around ad saw you, toiletries in hand, looking up at him with a worried expression.

“Yeah,” Ghost replied, “What, uh, what about you? Are you okay? You recoverin’?”

You nodded.

“That lamia got a few good hits on me, but I’m in one piece and alive, so that’s good.”

You both chuckled as you casted your gaze off to the side.

“I just… feel bad, though,” you confessed, drawing your belonging close to your chest, “Alejandro seemed so scared, like I was bringing some curse to this place.”

Ghost sighed.

“He’s been through a lot recently. That-”

“Lamia.”

“-lamia,” Ghost continued, “and her break-in probably was the last straw for him.”

“I see…”

Ghost watched as your eyes shifted, a ponderous look emerging on your face as you seemed to process this new take on prior events. He felt a small smile creep onto his face, under his mask, as you fell into deep thought, clearly having really taken in what he had said. The man would’ve let you fully enter a meditative state if it weren’t for the small splodge of dried toothpaste he noticed on the corner of your mouth.

“Oh, Y/N.” His rumbling voice snapped you right out of your trance. “You’ve got a little something on your mouth.”

“Where?” you asked, brows furrowing.

Your hand began to hover at various places around your face as a non-verbal game of ‘hot-n-cold’ ensued, with you trying to gauge whether you were near the right spot or not from Ghost’s expressions… which of course was incredibly difficult, because most of Ghost’s face was concealed.

Eventually, Ghost couldn’t take it anymore.

“Here, let me.”

Before you could even give or deny permission, he reached forward, swiping the blob away with his thumb. His touched weighed heavy on you, the sensation lingering as he drew his hand away. A shudder, confusingly hot, spread through you.

It… it was nice to feel the hand of another just touch you. It felt affectionate, and the way it felt menial, simple… you wanted him to do it again.

You couldn’t help but smile giddily.

“Thank you,” you said as you tried to locate exactly where his hand had been, “I’ll be around in the barracks, so if you need me to get you anything, just let me know.”

“Sure, Y/N.”

With that, he watched you hurry off. Then, he turned around and continued on his quest to find some tissues.

As Ghost continued down the corridor, he finally found himself at the fire exit. He stopped in his tracks, looking around for clues as to how he’d gotten here. The mess hall was back where he came…

He was quick to realise his error: you. When he saw you off, he went down the wrong way, taking him to the fire exit, and beyond that, the woods the base sat at the edge of. Ghost was about to take his leave and retrace his steps when he heard something. A rustle, then a call.

He wasn’t sure why, but he felt himself being drawn to the incessant cawing coming from around the corner, just outside. Slowly, making sure his steps were as quite as possible, Ghost crept across the threshold and onto the soil.

There, on the ledge of a window, was a small bird.

Ghost cocked his head to one side, uncertain as to why such an innocuous thing had grabbed his attention.

Then, for the first time, all day, Simon Riley felt hungry.

A warmth began build in his stomach, churnings threatening to surmount into a loud grumble. He didn’t want to give himself away to the poor thing, not when it was perfectly faced away from him, chittering away at whatever was on the other side of the glass.

Ghost’s eyes were focused, as his surroundings began to blur.

Hackles raised, he lowered himself a little, placing one foot carefully in front of the other. Under his mask, his mouth was filling with saliva, his tongue running over his teeth as he grew nearer and nearer. His jaw was tense, mouth almost trembling with anticipation.

Blood.

He could smell it on the bird, almost see it pumping throughout its body. The creature was filled with sweet, sweet red nectar.

Riley could barely contain himself, his hand ready to wrap around its neck and-

SNATCH!

SNAP!

CRUNCH!

It had been given a quick death, Ghost’s hands making short work of breaking its neck. Frenziedly, he pulled his mask up and stuffed as much as he could into his mouth, moaning in relief as he lapped up as much blood as he could take. Then, he stopped, examined the opening he had made for himself, and pulled apart its broken chest. The heart was easily squished into smithereens by his teeth, releasing more and more of what Ghost had desperately craved. Inebriated by the pleasure, he found himself losing balance, saving himself by planting a firm hand on the wall in front of him, just under the window, as he continued to tear and chew and lap up.

As he did so, he felt an ache emerge in his arms and legs, culminating in his extremities.

“Oh… fuck…” he mumbled between mouthfuls, digging his nails into the brickwork.

It grew, becoming more intense in his fingertips.

His muscles began to tighten, his hands locking in place, either around the bird or raking against the wall.

A distorted, inhuman groan escaped him, as claws pushed apart his nails, black and shining wet. It was in a staggered motion, in time with his fingers lengthening a little as his palm grew and thickened.

One would’ve thought this was it, that now the rest of his body would follow suit and twist and change, but instead, the painful adjustments made soon receded. In a mere minute, maybe even seconds, Simon Riley’s hands were back to looking human.

He dropped the poor bird’s corpse, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He paused, looking at the bloodstain now on his half-clenched fist. His stomach lurched, demanding to not let it go to waste. And so, Ghost licked up the red from his hand, before turning to the other one and cleaning up the mess.

“Oh God…” Mid-lick, Simon realised what he was doing. “Oh God… What the-”

He brought a hand to his mouth, wanting to gag, but nothing came of it.

What did he just do?

Did he just…

“Si! There you are! I thought you were taking too long to come back from the mess hall and Y/N said they saw you head this way.”

Quickly, he pulled the skull-print balaclava over his bloodied mouth, stuffed his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants and whipped around to face Soap.

“What’re you doing out here?” MacTavish chuckled as he jogged his way over.

“I… uh…”

Before Simon could formulate a satisfactory response, Soap caught sight of the eviscerated bird on the ground.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus,” the Scot lamented, “A coyote probably got to it. Poor thing.”

He looked up to see Ghost was staring at it, his eyes unnervingly devoid of pity or any emotion for the matter.

“Simon?”

Soap smiled uneasily as he saw him snap back to the here and now.

“Sorry.” Ghost spoke with a slightly quivering voice. “Spaced out for a moment.”

The sergeant eyed him, and Ghost felt himself tense a little.

“Shall we head back inside?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on, then. That cold’s clearly going to your brain.” Soap gestured for him to follow.

“Right!” Ghost chuckled.

Soap couldn’t shake the feeling something was off with the lieutenant, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was, nor did he want to ask about it for fear that Riley might push back, and harshly. Ghost had never liked to feel interrogated; he had a tendency to lash out like a cornered animal would.

Besides, it was probably just that he was feeling poorly. Colds can make people a little delirious from time to time.

As they entered the base, Soap noticed there was a distinctive smell in the air. A vaguely metallic musk, which seemed to be hovering around Ghost.

“No offence, LT,” Soap nudged him. “But I think all that sweatin’ I made you do with blankets and everythin’ is starting to… make itself known.”

“Hmm?”

“With all due respect, Simon, you smell like a wet dog,” he said bluntly.

Ghost stopped and looked at Soap sceptically. Then, he raised his arm and took a whiff to see for himself.

“Shit, you’re right. I need a fuckin’ shower.”

It would give him a good excuse to get the last of the blood out anyway.

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Was browsing some of my old drabbles and came across this first draft of my short story A Bad Day in which Steve has to deal with Herobrine’s meltdown without knowing the reason for it (which turns out to be its because it's the anniversary of his banishment yay trauma!) So I thought I would post this little snippet, enjoy! Warning for language

-A Bad Day-

Steve sat to one side of the couch. Arms folded tightly to his chest. An angry pout on his face. Very slight. But there.

Herobrine stood in front of him. He had become increasingly desperate...and childish...over the past couple of hours.

He wasn't sure what was with the demon today. But Steve had work to do, and Herobrine was delaying that work like an unruly child. He knew for a fact that Herobrine had hidden away his tools in his inventory where Steve couldn't reach them to keep him from going mining today. But Herobrine had flat out refuted the claim. Saying he wasn't sure where the tools could have gone and insinuating that Steve should take better care of his materials.

What Herobrine did not know was that he was a terrible liar. Steve could see it all over his face. Herobrine had them. He was just making excuses.

Steve finally had enough. He sat down on the couch. Folded his arms. And looked at anything but the demon. Completely ignoring him. If Herobrine was going to act childish, so would he.

This clearly was not the response Herobrine had been going for. He desperately tried to make eye contact with the miner. Whining for Steve to speak to him.

Steve pretended like he wasn't there. Much more interested in the loose thread on his curtains.

It didn't take very long for the demon to break. And with a wave of his hand, the materials dumped to the ground around him.

"There are you fucking happy!?"

Steve didn't even acknowledge the act. Made no attempt to move at all.

Herobrine growled at this. "Go off and toil away at the mines alone like you wanted. Go on. Go!"

Steve again, tried to look non interested. He was waiting for an apology. The demon had to learn that this wasn't right. That it wasn't the correct way to behave.

The great demon of the Nether seethed, pacing back and forth in front of him. Growling and cursing. And kicked away the supplies. Eventually Herobrine curled on the ground. Knees to his chest, sitting up right. Back arched, head to his knees. Looking like a toddler having a hissy fit. He grabbed at his hair. Breathing quickly. In and out. But still clearly trying to pull himself together. It was an odd display.

Finally the demon unfurled himself off the floor and stood, shoulders slumped, head bowed in front of Steve.

"I'm sorry."

Steve allowed him a look then. Staring up into those expressionless white voids. He kept the same disappointed look on his face.

"T-That was wrong of me and I won't do it again." Herobrine continued.

Steve took in a big breath and let it out. And then he unfured his arms from his chest and motioned for the demon to take a seat next to him. He wanted to talk about this more. It was a good opportunity for the demon to learn and grow.

But Herobrine didn't just sit down. No. He sat his butt down on the couch and then slowly lowered his head to rest in Steve’s lap. Eyes facing outwards. His arms held close to his chest. Legs curled upwards entirely on the couch, even though he had shoes on. Like he was trying to curl in on himself. This slightly worried Steve.

So Steve rested a hand on his shoulder. "Brine?"

One white eye peered back at him. Steve's heart stopped beating. It was filled with tears.

"Brine, hey, what's wrong?" Steve moved so that he could run a hand through the demon's hair.

The demon didn't answer. He turned away from Steve, his body quivering in his lap.

Steve slowly picked up Herobrine, helping him move to a better position. And hugged the demon close. Placing Herobrine’s head in his shoulder. Wrapping a hand in his hair to press him close. He used the other to rub circles in the demon’s back.

Herobrine huffed and shook against him. Steve felt the hot tears flow, collecting on his shirt. Steve rocked him. Cooing out soft encouragement. "It's okay. It's alright. Brine you're alright."

Eventually the shudders stopped and there was soft breathing against him. He pulled back slightly to find teary dull orbs.

"Herobrine... what's wrong?"

The demon hiccupped. Closing his eyes and burrowing into Steve's lap. He muttered out.

"Don't leave me here alone... not today."

"Why not today?"

"I don't wish to discuss it." He shuddered. "Not now."

"Okay... is there anything I can do to help?"

"This."

Steve shifted slowly to make himself more comfortable and sighed. They would have to talk this through when the demon was calm. But for now...he just squeezed the warm ex god and ran a hand through his hair.

"Don't worry Brine. I got you."

#herosteve #fluff pining and stupidity

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justabigassnerd · 6 months

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hey y'all,

I just wanted to hop on here to apologise for how long it's taking for me to post fics

I'm working on one that has turned out to be longer than I anticipated because I just have a lot of ideas for it and it just keeps expanding

but I did also catch yet another cold and have been suffering the past couple of days with it (yesterday was most definitely the worst) so I've not been writing a lot because of how rough I've been feeling (I am feeling a lot better today though so yay)

in slightly better news, I finally got my new prescription glasses, which now means I don't get headaches every time I use my laptop, so yay for that.

I am once again so sorry for the delays and I hope I can get this next fic out for y'all asap

much love <3

#justabigassnerd #justabigassnerd rambles

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poohsources · 1 year

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HELLO EVERYBODY! been a while since i did one of these, i hope you're all doing well, and have a great day / night wherever you are. i'm officially back from my vacation which means i'm officially returning to this blog. yay! now you might be wondering what exactly this means, and truthfully, i'm not too sure yet either. what i do know is that i plan on being around here more regularly. also, i'm planning to finally start working on the christmas giveaway gifts ( if you're one of the winners i've messaged previously, i'll message you again in a few days to discuss details ).

another thing i'm not sure i've mentioned here yet: i got a new job last month which means i definitely don't have as much time anymore as i did previously. it's also one of the reasons i've been so absent since the start of the year because i had to get used to it, learn some new stuff, etc. my schedule changes every week so i can't even give you reliable info on when i'll be able to be here and do stuff but i promise you that'll be something i'll figure out.

anyway, as for content i've planned, i really should start going through my inbox and try to answer as many questions there as possible. things have been really piling up in there and i'm very sorry about the delay in answers. there are also a few requests (primarily for certain kinds of memes ) that i will be working on slowly but surely. in terms of memes, i have some half-finished ones sitting in my drafts so i might just post these sometime soon. additionally, there are some other things i started working on a while back ― like some psds, templates, etc. ― that i might try finishing. so just a whole bunch of new content to use.

one new thing i might try out in the future is something one of you mentioned when i made that post about putting some very time-consuming or image-heavy templates behind some kind of temporary paywall. not sure how exactly i'm gonna do this yet ( i have a few ideas and websites, like patreon, in mind already, but i first want to see all the different possibilities i have on what site and what makes it the easiest and most user friendly for both you and me ). but that is something that's probably gonna take a few weeks / months still ― we'll see.

even though i could probably go on for a while and tell you about everything that's going on in my mind regarding this blog and its future, that's gonna be all for today. because honestly ― none of it is ever set in stone and while i do have some exciting things i wanna do here, real life can always get in the way so i feel back if i make too many promises i then have to delay. but i'm gonna try my best because i care about all of you people, the rpc as a whole, this stupid little hellsite i could curse multiple times a day, and although it's not much i do wanna contribute a little something to make this a nicer place for everyone.

so yeah, take care everyone, don't forget to drink enough water and get enough sleep, and i'll talk to you again soon. 🧡

#pooh speaks.#pooh's (ir)regular updates.

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inkandpen22 · 3 years

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The Princess and The Pogue (pt. 3)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader / Topper x Female!Reader

Warnings: underage drinking, mild swearing, mentions of drugs

Words count: 2k (it’s short but the next part is long)

Part Summary: As the night dwindles away, JJ feels pressured to secure a place in your life. His chances grow times ten when Sarah arrives with some interesting news.

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You and JJ share a log around the fire. His arm rests over your thigh, his hand gripping your knee slightly. Your chin rests on his shoulder as you two exchange whisper back and forth, making the Pogues sick with how lovey-dovey you two already are becoming.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” JJ asks, kinda hoping he could ask you for real date but he’ll understand if you already have plans.

“Hanging out with you,” you cheekily answer, earning a blushing grin from him.

“Oh! cool, cool...” He presses his lips together with a faint laugh, finding it hard to hide his childish grin.

You giggle at his bashfulness. He’s so shy around you and you can’t help but find it adorable.

"Here comes Sarah!" Kiara announces as he spots their friend's car rolling up the drive.

You and JJ finally break your hype-focused attention away from each other. Almost to make up for the lack of verbal communication, JJ shifts closer to you and plants a quick peck to your temple.

"Hey! Sorry for the delay!" Sarah announces as she walks over from her car. John B rises from his position, trying to intercept Sarah before she sees you and JJ. Once she reaches John B, she notices how you and JJ are sitting. Her brows scrunch together, but she does her best to mask her confusion. "My parents were having a hissy fit about me borrowing the car. I told them and Y/N's parents that we were staying the night at Kiara's since she doesn't feel well. I hope that's okay, Kie," she asks as she gets closer to the bonfire.

"Yeah, no problem!" Kiara waves her hand, not caring at all.

"Wait, so what's the game plan?" You ask Sarah, but also everyone else for their input. You're thankful for the group's help, but weren't exactly prepared for an overnight stay. You understand why Sarah did this nonetheless.

"You all can stay here tonight," John B shrugs as the Pogues do it all the time.

"Your parents believed it," Sarah assures you. "I would just text your parents to help it seem more legit."

"Okay! I'll text my mom," you comply with enthusiasm.

Hey, I told Sarah to tell you but in case she didn't, we're staying over at Kiara's tonight. I had to drive her home in her dad's car because we think she got food poisoning or something. I'll text you when I'm heading out in the morning. Sarah can drive me home or something :)

"Finally! It'll be nice not being the only girl! I was kinda hoping you and Sarah would stay over anyway," Kiara adds, offering you a kind smile.

"That makes two of us," JJ whispers for only you to hear.

"My folks were pretty pissed about me ditching on the party, so I feel no urge on going home," Sarah huffs, right as John B asks for her to help him inside real quick.

You and JJ watch as John B escorts Sarah inside by the arm. They try to be nonchalant, but it's so obvious they're freaking out. Sarah's whispers aren't exactly quiet and John B's doing his best to fill her in on what he knows.

JJ turns his face toward yours with a smirk, suppressing his laughter. "They're definitely talking about us."

"Oh for sure!" You nod slowly with a snicker.

You two share in your amusement as your friends slowly lose their minds. A Pogue from The Cut was caught kissing the Princess of the OBX. If your friends from the other side of the island found out they would have an even more dramatic reaction.

Your phone buzzes in your lap and it's from your mom.

Ok. Text me when you wake up.

"All set!" You voice to everyone remaining around the fire. "I doubt they'll even care since "I'm still on the Figure 8,” you make air quotes.

"Yay!" Kiara claps her hands.

"I say we watch a scary movie tonight!" JJ suggests beside you.

"The Conjuring!" You vote swiftly, earning a laugh from JJ.

"No!" Pope instantly refuses. "Nope! Last time we watched that you guys made me sleep on the porch and I heard creeks all night!"

"Aw, I'll stay with you tonight Pope," Kiara offers, reaching for her friend's hand with a pout. "I'll keep you safe from all the ghosties."

JJ leans in brushes his lips against your ear. "You gonna keep me safe?"

You smile softly, turning your head toward him as you nod slowly. "I'll have your back if you have mine."

His beautiful eyes meet yours in the gold flickering light of the fire. "Always, Baby." He plants a kiss to your lips, this time slow and comforting, as though you two have been doing it forever.

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All six of you are gathered in the living room, watching The Conjuring. John B and JJ insisted that all lights in the house must be off, much to Pope's dismay. Kiara and Pope are positioned on the carpet, their backs against the couch. Pope has been hiding in a ball with his face behind the blanket he shares with Kiara. Sarah and John B are sprawled comfortably on the couch, well invested in the movie. You and JJ share the old red recliner, tucked close in a ball under a comforter. Right before the movie starts to get interesting, you shift forward in your position. JJ whines, disappointed in the loss of contact. His pouty face makes you giggle and he playfully tries to keep you close by holding onto your wrist.

"I need another drink, anyone else?" You offer quietly, making sure not to step on Kiara or Pope on the floor on the way to the kitchen. You receive various forms of declines as you do your best to navigate your way through the dark and unfamiliar house.

Finally finding yourself in the kitchen, you make yourself a glass of water. The moonlight shining through the window over the sink acts as your saving grace. Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms slip around your waist, causing you to jump.

"Hey, Gorgeous," the blonde whispers against your neck.

"JJ!" You gasp your heart racing.

"Did I scare you?" He chuckles quietly to not alert the others.

You spin in his hold and nudge him on the shoulder playfully. "You did that on purpose!"

"Not really but-" In one swift motion, JJ picks up and places you on the counter. He parts your legs to stand between them. His palms glide up and down your thighs. "That I did mean to do," he smirks, biting down on his lip.

"JJ! Y/N! You're going to miss the wardrobe part!" Pope shouts, his voice shaky with fear.

"I wish I had spoken to you sooner," JJ confesses abruptly, completely his friend in the next room. All he cares about right now is you.

"Dido," you smirk, placing your arms over JJ's shoulders.

"Really?" He voices in disbelief. Despite how much you've reassured him or have reciprocated his affections, he still isn't convinced that you truly like him.

"That first time I saw you at the Cameron's?" You recall with raised brows. "Um, yeah! You looked hot in that pale green Ron Jon shirt."

"I can't believe you remember that," he shakes his head, leaning in closer to you. I thought there was no way you'd know who I am."

"JJ," you say his name in a mild groan with a toss of your head. How can this boy not see how amazing he is? "You're definitely worth remembering."

"It was at the Boneyard," he states a matter-of-factly.

"What was?" You grin.

"The first time I ever saw you," he tilts his head back slightly, relieving his sharp jawline. "You were dancing with Topper on the wall. The fire made your skin glow and shimmer like bronze. You wore a navy blue bikini with ripped white booty shorts. Your hair was half up and all I could think about was how much I wanted to run my fingers through it. You were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen," he tells you, never once breaking eye contact.

"That was last summer!" You can't believe he remembers that.

"I know," he replies as though it's completely ordinary.

Your jaw drops, "you're saying you've been waiting to talk to me for a year?!"

"Okay well, when you put it that way," he tries to play it off and be cool now.

"Aw JJ!" You express a little too excitedly, bringing your hands to his cheeks.

JJ is quick to press his hand over your mouth. "Shh, Baby. Before you alert everyone in the living room!" Mischievously, you plant a kiss on his palm, catching him off guard. JJ swallows hard, peering down at you with hooded eyes. "Okay, now you're just teasing me."

You place your hand over his and remove it from your mouth. "You make it too easy," you giggle in a whisper.

JJ simply stares down at your lips as he bites down on his own. Before you have a chance to react, he hungrily presses his lips to yours. Ever kiss up until now has been gentle, new, and hesitant. Now, JJ is forgetting his nerves and is acting on impulse. He breaks away from you and moves his assault to your neck. You comb your fingers through his thick blonde hair, gripping the strands on the back of his neck.

"JJ," you pant breathlessly as your eyes fall shut. "What are you doing?"

"Making up for lost time," he breathes against your neck. I'm really kicking myself right now."

"It's my fault too," you try to speak as JJ makes a track down your neck to your collarbone. "I could've at least said 'hi' instead of smiling like an idiot."

"At least you were nice," JJ mumbles against your chest. "I was a statue. Plus, I always thought you and Rafe may be-"

"Ew! Don't even finish that sentence," you scoff in disgusts.

"You were always at the Cameron's. He's always on top of you and watches you like a hawk," JJ explains as he pops up for air.

"He's had a thing for me for a while now. I've turned him down," you inform him.

JJ frowns in confusion. "Why?"

You figured it would've been obvious, especially considering how much JJ hates Rafe. "He's an arrogant ass. He thinks he's invincible and I hate people like that."

"Well, you can tell him you're taken now," JJ grins, leaning in to kiss you.

"Oh, I am?" You question playfully against his lips.

"Yep," the boy nods as he begins to glide his lips across your jawline. "You're mine... and only mine..." He whispers, making you bite your lip with anticipation. Boy, this kid knows how to get you turned on. "I'll make sure everyone in the OBX knows it too," he declares as he starts to suck on the sensitive skin on your neck. At the rate JJ is going, he's certain to leave a mark or two, just as he wanted.

"You guys!" Kiara calls this time.

JJ huffs with annoyance as he appears out from your neck. "Coming!" He shouts, completely unfazed by what he was just doing. "Got you're so sexy," he plants a quick peck to your lips. "I hope you know I'm going to be dying through this entire movie."

Ever the gentleman, he grips your waist and helps you down from the counter. He slips his hand into yours and grabs your water with the other before leading the way back into the living room.

"She couldn't find the sodas in the fridge. I had to grab a new box from the back," he conjures up as you two cross the living room toward the recliner.

"Sureee," John B and Sarah say in unison with amusement.

"Sorry guys, what did we miss?" You ask while you and JJ get settled.

After you take a quick sip from your water, you place it on the side table between the recliner and the couch before getting comfortable again with JJ.

"Nice water, Y/N." Sarah giggles as she peaks over from the couch at your hand, earning an eye roll from JJ.

"The crazy demon lady jumped on the daughter. I hate this!" Pope rushes out to answer your question.

"Oh my God! You're fine, Pope!" Kiara groans, not hiding her annoyance.

"I wish it wasn't so dark in here!" Pope shouts dramatically.

"I kinda like it," JJ purrs in your ear.

You turn your head to the side and he plants a kiss on your lips. As the others watch the movie, you and JJ spend most of the time whispering back and forth or too caught up in each other physically to talk at all. Of course, you two are respectful of your friends and keep it PG. Yet, you can't get enough of each other. It's all so soon, energetic, and freeing. As the thought of tomorrow morning lingers in the back of your mind, you’re starting to dread the idea of parting from JJ.

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Tags: @starkeythinker @bethii1 @thegunnerkelly @cc13723things

#jj maybank fic #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank fluff #jj #john b routledge #sarah cameron #rafe obx #pope #kiara #topper obx #obx jj #obx #obx fanfiction #outterbanks #outer banks #topper outer banks

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shobioo · 3 years

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workspace love ✎ 003 || Are you serious?

✎ MAIN || PREVIOUS || NEXT

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” The clock flashes 9:30 A.M in bold red letters, Y/N stared at the clock in awe. It was like time stopped completely, she couldn't even say; “I can't be late for my first day!” because she was already as late as she could possibly be. And as time started speeding up again so did her reaction. “HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN, IT’S LITERALLY MY FIRST DAY.” She cries, ripping the covers from her body and jolting out of bed. Stumbling towards her dresser she pulls out various clothes.

“Man, they’re gonna fire me.”

“We have to fire her.” Keiji stares at the clock in front of him, both he and Tenma we're sitting in his office piles of unfinished pieces for new chapters laid in boxes or stacked in corners of the room. And anyone a mile away could see the look of amusement that graced his face was not a good sign.

Tenma’s eyes widened “No, we won't!” he pauses for a moment thinking his words carefully trying not to irk Keiji’s mood more. “Maybe something came up!”

Keiji looks over at Tenma, his eyebrow raised slightly. “Are you serious?” Tenma nods smiling. “How are you late on your first day?”

“Look Keiji, you won't get replaced by her.”

“Obviously not if she can't show up for work.”

Tenma gasped. “Keiji!” He acts as if it was directed towards him. “This is going to be your partner in crime, give her some slack!”

“Mhm, I am. I can't wait to see her run through that door.” He glances over at the door, finally breaking his intense stare at the clock. “Whenever she does.”

And right on cue…

“I'M SO SORRY,” Y/N panted as she slammed the door open. Clearly out of breath as her chest wheezed. Though her reaction was quite delayed she covered her mouth from her loud outburst recently. “My apologies…”

Tenma smiled, hopping from his seat to greet the woman. “Miss L/N! It’s so glad to see you, no worries though we assumed something urgent came up!”

Taking that excuse and running with it. Y/N nodded, “Uhm - yes… yes! I meant to call but it just happened so abruptly I had no time to get my phone.”

“See Akaashi, she had a perfect reason to be a little late.” Tenma turns to Akaashi who only sighed. “Anyhow, pardoning the lateness and what not! This is Akaashi, he'll be your partner!”

Keiji stood up ready to greet you. However, you stared at him.

‘Dude nobody said my co-worker would be hot.’ You subconsciously thought. ‘Why is he holding his hand out like that?’ You laugh awkwardly “Y/N! My name ha-”

“Keiji, but you can call me Akaashi if you’d like.”

You grab onto his hand, shaking it slightly while smiling. He returns it slightly or well you guessed he did. You both let go of each other's hands as you turn to Tenma who clapped his hands in delight.

Tenma smiles. “Yay! You’re already fitting in perfectly, now since I have you both here I guess we can start with the basics!”

Tenma goes to sit down while ushering you both to sit as well. You and Keiji sit on opposite chairs facing Tenma.

“Well, Miss L/N have you worked a job like this before?”

‘Actually, this is my first time working in years lol.’ “Nope, I'm kinda nervous really.” You answered leaving out the first part since that would be highly unprofessional.

Tenma hummed. “Well, I saw your work and your writing! It's beyond amazing.” He compliments, your face flushed slightly laughing a bit.

“You flatter me too much, I mean I'm sure my work doesn't compare to any of your other workers like Keiji!”

Keiji laughs slightly. “No, he's right, I saw some of your creative writings and it was well written.”

‘Pretty guy likes my work, looks like my job won't be boring at all.’

You let out another nervous chuckle waving your hands slightly.

And the conversation continues from there, it was simpler than Y/N had originally thought it would. Maybe if she’d gotten there earlier Tenma would touch upon the more complex things.

Tenma claps his hands. “Well Keiji and I just wanted to know you a bit better and all”

You nodded. “I understand! I'm glad I got to know you both better too since we’ll be working closely for now.”

“Oh! I almost forgot, but since you’re new to everything Akaashi will be certain to help you with anything you need just ask him!” Tenma beamed.

Keiji’s face didn't seem to resemble all that helpful once Tenma pointed it out. You chuckle a bit while turning to Keiji: “I appreciate it.”

“Anytime I guess since I don't really have a say I suppose.”

“Whatever he’d love to help. Also Keiji I have some rough drafts you and Y/N can look over since this practically took up the entire day.” He chuckled nervously. “I'm not the best with time.”

“Yeah, and your release date can't be pushed back any further.” Keiji reminds him which makes Tenma jolt.

“Well, it was lovely meeting you, Miss. L/N I hope we can be good partners.” Keiji smiled.

You gulp back all your screams and fangirling as you quickly agree. “I hope so too!”

|| 🦋notes ||

– Good evening… 🥲

– HELLOOOO! It’s been years omfg help but I’m so sorry for my absence dude schools been hell *sobs*

– I’ve come to the conclusion that this smau will be long(not because of slow updates or nun 🙄🙄) but cause I got some twists and shii up my sleeve

– HELP AKAASHI FAKE ASF when Y/n not around: 🙄⁉️ when she is: 😁 fake pretty boy he is 🙄

– HELP BUT I HAVE TO UPDATE MY TAGLIST AND EVERYTHING BUT IM SO GLAD IM BACK!

TAGLIST IN REBLOGS <3

#haikyuu x reader #hq smau #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smau #haikyuu smau series #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi imagine #akaashi fluff #akaashi keiji #akaashi smau #akaashi x reader #akaashi x you

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heynikkiyousofine · 2 years

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Happy Holidays my friends! I hope you are all enjoying this time of the year, and you know if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you. 💕

Enjoy a Hallmark Inspired InuKag Story! ~AO3~

Summary: Kagome’s life has been turned upside down, so she decides to spend her holiday in the mountains this year. However, when she meets a grumpy store owner, her holiday won't be so relaxing.

A big fat thank you to @banksdelivers for helping me edit this fic, I cannot thank them enough for all the hard work they did.

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5

The Store Owner

Kagome sighed, plopping down on the soft duvet, the fabric a soft wool to keep her warm at night. After a long flight, plus a delay due to a storm, Kagome’s uber driver finally arrived at the airport to take her to the cabin. She updated her host, letting her know she was there and that the place was beautiful. Snow had already begun to fall for the season up here, but it wasn’t too deep or an issue yet. Feeling her phone buzz, she pulled it from her pocket, noticing a whole slew of texts.

Hey, make it in okay? Can’t wait to see the view! Love you! -Sango

Chicka, work is not the same without you. Who am I going to bitch about annoying employees to? -Kagura

Yay! I’m so excited you arrived. Let me know if you need anything. -AirBnB host, Kaede

Btw, I’m still going to find a way to get Koga fired. -Kagura

Hey Kagome, just checking in, haven’t heard from you... -Hojo

We love you! Have fun! -Ayumi, Yuka and Eri

If you need anything, there is a small store up the road that’s perfect for supplies and groceries. The store owner is a bit grumpy, but don’t worry about him. Check out the hiking trail if it’s a good snow day. -Kaede

Kagome sighed, thankful that she was not back at the apartment, wallowing in her feelings. Answering everyone back quickly, snapping a few pics of the cabin, she switched her phone to Do Not Disturb, breathing a sigh of relief. Glancing at the clock, she still had time to head to the grocery store the host mentioned, deciding she would unpack and get settled in later, after a shower.

Grabbing her large coat, she pulled on her new snow boots and saw a map of the town hanging next to the door. The host thought of everything, this is perfect. She peered closer, a few markings looking familiar, a star pinpointing her location. The store was just half a mile up the road. Great, I’ll make it there and back with no issue. Just can’t overload my arms. She giggled, the start of her vacation giving her a bit of a high.

She tied her bright red scarf tight around her neck and stepped out into the cold, bracing herself for the stronger wind. As she headed down the road, making sure to keep visible to any drivers, she realized the wind wasn’t too bad as she was only a bit chilly. Her nose was pink, her cheeks a little flushed, but she sighed happily, awed by the scene around her. After some time, she came up on a large curve in the road, the small store nestled between a thick foliage of trees, it’s brightly lit colors reflecting on the snow.

She trudged through the snow, careful to not fall and scurried inside, needing a bit of warmth. As she entered the glass door, a small bell rang overhead, signaling a customer had arrived. She didn’t hear anyone, but shrugged, assuming they were busy. She wanted to grab a few things to hold her over for a few days, until she could make a big trip during the sunlight.

Grabbing a small basket, she wandered over to the snack food aisle, grabbing her favorites. Throwing chocolate chip cookies, instant ramen, and Oreos in her basket, she missed the golden eyes that followed her from the front counter. Humming to herself, she grabbed a few hot tea flavors and a box of hot chocolate, reminding herself to grab marshmallows and cinnamon.

“Hi there!” A small boy's voice called from behind her, making her heart skip a beat, gasping. “Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that. My boss says I shouldn’t sneak up on people.”

Kagome held her hand over her heart, trying to calm her pulse when she looked down to see a small red haired fox demon with captivating emerald eyes. She smiled softly, letting him know she was fine.

“You just surprised me is all.” She giggled, intrigued by this boy. “I’m Kagome. What’s your name?”

“I’m Shippo! You’re new around here.” He laughed, bouncing on each leg excitedly and she joined in.

“I just arrived today, I’m here visiting.” She mused, winking at him. He is so cute, I just wanna squeeze him. Before she could continue her conversation, a deep voice from behind sent shivers down her spine.

“Shippo, what did I tell you?” Kagome didn’t move, afraid she might face his anger if she faced him.

“Announce myself before I come up to a customer.” Shippo sighed, looking down to the ground. Kagome felt bad, she didn’t mean to get him in trouble.

“Good. I’m sorry ma’am, is there anything you need help with?” He grunted, clearly not happy about this interaction. Her anger flared, annoyed at someone who could just reprimand their employee right in front of everyone. She turned, ready to give him a piece of her mind, but froze, staring at him wide. Oh my.

“Ma’am? Uh, you okay?” He waved a large clawed hand in front of her, looking at her like she had grown two heads. She blinked at him, her mind going blank as she took in his appearance. He was tall, she barely reached his shoulders, and his muscles were tight against his tee shirt. The flannel button up he wore over it doing nothing to hide his physique. She swallowed, her mouth dry as she raised her eyes to stare at his face, his fangs, his sharp cheekbones, his lips that she wished were suddenly all over her body. As she continued, skipping over his eyes, she noticed two small white triangles sticking on the top of his head, flickering at every sound, one trained on her surprisingly. What shocked her the most was his almost snow white hair, the fluorescent lights glaring off, giving it a shine that rivaled Christmas lights.

She gasped, desperate to push down the feeling in the pit of her stomach, licking her lips as she finally met his eyes. Golden, brighter than any sun she saw, stared right back at her, entrapping her and she desperately wished he would stare at her for the rest of her life. Blinking slowly, she shook her head when she realized he was growling at her, his eyes flashing in anger.

“Wench, you got a problem?” He leaned forward, attempting to intimidate her. Oh shit.

“Oh! No, not at all. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, honestly. I just think you have nice ears. And, um, hair. Like the snow. Not that it’s bad or anything, it’s just different and I’ve never seen anything like it. You’re attractive, wait, crap. I mean you’re an attractive man, that’s why I was staring. Kami, I’m rambling, I’ll just leave this here and be on my way now.” Her cheeks flushed bright red, matching her scarf and she couldn’t stop the word vomit coming from her.

The store owner stood there, gaping at her, his cheeks flushed as well and kagome could hear Shippo giggling beside her. She glanced down, frowning, only to remember how the store owner treated him for accidentally scaring her. It wasn’t Shippo’s fault she was so wrapped up in her choice of junk food.

“Actually, I think I’ll stay and keep Shippo company, since you feel the need to treat him like a child. It was not his fault I was surprised, he was only doing his job.” She raised her finger, poking him in the stomach, her temper rising once again. Her chest rosed with every heated breath as she continued berating him, while he stared at her in shock, mouth agape. “And close your mouth, you look like a fish.”

Shippo burst out laughing and suddenly she realized how ridiculous she sounded on her first day of vacation, in a place she didn’t know, scolding some stranger for running his store. She began to laugh too, exhausted after a long day of traveling.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things. I’m Kagome and I just arrived today. I’m staying down the road. I was told you had a good selection of things here, so I didn’t have to run into town so late.” She smiled sheepishly at the store owner, who merely nodded, clearly still in shock. He cleared his throat, glaring at the kit to quit his laughing, before turning back to her.

“Yeah, we have everything you need. Town is still about half an hour away, longer if you walk. Uh, let me know if you need any help. Shippo, go finish your stocking so we can head out.”

“Oh! Are you closing soon?” She whispered horrified she put them out. He stared at her again, the same look as before as if she had grown an extra limb.

“Nah, you’re good. The next shift will be here soon. Store is open pretty late during holiday season.” He murmured, not moving.

“I was worried for a second there. Thank you.” She smiled, the butterflies erupting in her stomach.

She continued to shop, grabbing the last few things, snagging some fresh vegetables on her way up front, and checked out quickly. As she gathered all her things in a large bag, ready to brace the cold once more, she turned and waved bye to the two as they stood behind the counter.

“Bye Shippo. Thank you again!” She called happily.

“Inuyasha.” He grunted, staring at her again.

“Thank you, Inuyasha.” And with that, she headed back to the cabin for the night.

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Two days passed without any trouble, until Kagome arrived back to the cabin after a quick hike to a freezing room. Panicking a bit, she began a fire, eager to get warm. After struggling a few times, she managed to get a flint struck, adding a few small limbs onto the log. Shivering, she rubbed her arms over her hoodie, looking for the thermometer. Hurrying towards it, she stared wide eyed at a blank screen. Pressing a few buttons, she listened quietly for any type of air from the heater and when there was none, she pulled her phone from her back pocket, looking for the AirBnb number.

After a worried conversation, the woman suggested talking to the store owner down the road, that he was always good with repairing things as well. Surprised at that, she quickly thanked her host, who promised a discount for her stay due to this issue and grabbed her beanie to throw over her head. Biting her lip, she wondered if she should leave the fire going, but figured it would be fine if she left.

As she opened the front door, she glanced at the map hanging next to it, and noticed the store’s phone number. Smiling in thanks, she quickly dialed, hoping Inuyasha would be there.

“Hello, how can I help you?” Shippo answered.

“Shippo!”

“Hi Kagome! Is everything okay? We haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“Actually, that’s why I was calling. My heater isn’t working and I was told to call the store, that Inuyasha knew a thing or two about fixing stuff.”

“Oh yeah! He’s out back, but I’ll go get him and send him over. Do you have a fire going? I can have him bring you more firewood.”

“Shippo, that would be wonderful, thank you.” She breathed a sigh of relief. She heard this morning on the local news a pretty rough surge of weather was going to come through in the next few hours.

“I got you ‘Gome! Be careful, it’s supposed to be snowing pretty hard tonight. I’ll send him over now.”

“Thank you again Shippo!” She quickly clicked off the line, shivering as the room grew colder. she grabbed a blanket and headed to sit near the fire, her book on the small table nearby. Throwing another piece of small wood into the flames, she snuggled herself and opened her story, waiting for Inuyasha to come.

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Kagome didn’t have to wait long, maybe half an hour at most, so when a hard knock came from her door, she bounded over quickly, yanking open the door to see Inuyasha’s glare. Jeez, he is not happy. She held the door open wider, allowing him to come, brushing the snow off his shoulders. A large pack of wood tucked under one arm, his tool kit under the other.

“I told Kaede to fix this during summer, so she wouldn’t have this issue, but no.” he growled, muttering under his breath and she had to stifle her giggle so he wouldn’t hear her.

“I’ve been staying warm with the fire, but thank you for coming quickly.” She smiled for him and he stopped his muttering, wary of her.

“No problem. I know my way around here, so just go back near the fire.” She nodded, doing as he was told, ignoring his gravelly voice and the effect it had on her insides. Kagome, you are recently single, in a place you’ve never been before, leave the poor man alone. She gibed to herself, missing the look Inuyasha gave her before heading off to the attic, where apparently the heater was. She wrapped her blanket tight around her shoulders, opening her book once more, trying to focus on the words.

After a couple of hours and some grunting with a few curse words thrown in there, Kagome rolled her eyes and headed toward the attic. Looking up, she couldn’t see much, the attic light only giving enough illumination to see the top of the stairs.

“Inuyasha?” She called, after another curse word came from above. He grunted in acknowledgment. “Do you need any help?”

“Uh, yeah actually, can you climb up here. It’s so damn dark, I can’t see shit. Do you have another flashlight?”

“I can grab one from the kitchen. Be right back!” She slid on her socks across the wooden floor, almost falling but laughed heartily when she skidded to stop in front of the kitchen. Struggling to find a flashlight, she almost gave up hope when she found a small lantern under the sink. Smiling, she checked the batteries, making sure it worked, and then hurried back to him. Climbing up safely, she switched the lantern on, bringing twice as much light into the cold attic.

Shivering a bit, she heard his muttered thanks and turned to see him bent over the large machine. She carefully walked across the beams, bringing the light closer for him. He grunted a few more times and she held the light steady, despite the cold as it filled her to the core. She briefly wondered how he wasn’t shivering as much as she was when he stood, wiping his hands.

“All done. You should be good to good now. Thanks for the light, it helped.” He rubbed the back of head, standing there awkwardly. She smiled, her teeth chattering and he frowned. “Come on, let’s get you back next to the fire. You’re freezing.”

She nodded, rubbing her arms over her hoodie, her teeth chattering louder now. She climbed down the stairs slowly, Inuyasha grabbing the lantern from her shaking hands. He gently pushed her towards her blanket and the dying fire, grabbing the new pack of wood he brought. She sighed, bringing her hands close as he poked and prodded, bringing the flames back to life.

“Thank you.” She whispered, staring up at him. In the light of the fire his eyes glowed bright, the gold now an amber color. The flickering flames danced in the reflection, entrancing Kagome. She licked her lips softly, unaware she was holding her breath. He was staring right back at her; they stayed that way for a minute, both too lost in the moment to move, before he blinked quickly, getting to his feet.

“Anytime. I should get going, the weather’s supposed to be bad.” He grunted, taking a few steps back. She frowned as he continued to retreat almost awkwardly. Is he repulsed by me? He’s acting so weird again.

“Be careful.” She murmured, unsure of anything else to say and he nodded in her direction, grabbing the rest of his things. Throwing on his jacket, he gave her one last look and opened the door, only for his shoulders to sag and groan.

Kagome rushed to her feet, ignoring the cold coming in from the doorway, to peek around, confused.

“What’s wrong Inu-“ her words died on her breath as she stared into nothing but snow, packed tightly and blocking the way out.

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