#Gideon is sleeping on the couch...

[wolfdrawer]

Oooo...not a good thing Gideon

The audio is from The Nanny if anyone is wondering!! This audio is perfect for them!

[l4lenthusiast]

Domestic life with Spencer Reid⊹ ࣪ ˖

Domestic Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Yes Spencer reid let's live in a little cottage and bake muffins!! No I'm not waiting an hour and 50 minutes for my poll to be over to post this.

Reading together every day is a must. Laying on the couch together with knitted lap blankets made by Diana. A dim candle light on the side table beside you Spencer reading softly.

Cooking for him as he rambles about the history of the food you're making. Occasionally asking him to try it, which he gratefully accepts smiling and going straight back to talking after he compliments you of course.

"Did you know that spaghetti has ancient roots all the way back from 400 BCE? Evidence suggests that pasta like foods have possible origins in China and Near East. The name "Spaghetti" comes from the Italian word "Spaghetto," meaning litt- can I try it now?"

Always coming home to a new bouquet of flowers on the table, picking a new assortment of flowers that mean different things.

"I got you some calla lillies this week. They represent beauty. I would get you baby's breath, which represents everlasting love, but it contains a compound called gyposenin a toxin. For next week I was thinking Chrysanthemum. I saw a book on them at the book store yesterday, so maybe we could stop by and get it later today so I can read it to you?"

Going for late morning walks to spot birds (because they remind him of Gideon🙁) and stop at little Ponds to watch the ducks swim. Stopping for coffee and getting his favorite donuts listening to him talk walking down a bird trail.

Falling asleep when watching old documentaries in languages you don't understand while he whispers translations in your ear lulling you to sleep.

[lkfarrout]

This shot at the beginning of Gideon Rises is so funny to me. Why is Soos on the pull out couch with Dipper?

If this was the only time we ever saw Soos's house I would just assume that they're so poor that Soos always sleeps there...

But we see Soos's room with a bed in Soos and the Real Girl and Blendin's Game. Why wouldn't Soos sleep in his own bed?

The only explanation I can think of is that Soos wanted to be nice and offered to let Stan have his bed. But Stan is prideful and said no and they're both just too stubborn to cave.

Stan: I ain't taking your bed from you kid, I'm fine.

Soos: Well that's too bad cuz I'm sleeping right here next to Dipper. Try and stop me.

Stan: Well that's too bad cuz I'm sleeping right here on the floor.

Soos: hmmph

Stan: hmmph

Dipper and Mabel: 🙄

[glubglubgurgle]

honey crisps (chapter 8)

calebmc college au! aftermath of the party :3 and they celebrate their confessions at home

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 end

pairings: caleb/unnamed afab mc

tags: college alternate universe, FLUFF, calebmc are both freshmen, AU where they both have parents lol..., childhood friends to lovers, fake dating/practice dating/practice kissing/practice more...?, SMUT, caleb third person pov, caleb yearns as usual, jackson wang party, SEX!!!!, p and v sex!, oral (f and m receiving), premature coming (like usual hehe) makeout in car, car kisses, elevator kisses

word count: 3.9k

a/n: sorry for the wait !!! ive been so busy hngh but thank u for being patient. i hope this was a good for chapter for u guys, pls lmk if the...smut is smutting bcs i wanna start writing one shots and stuff. MAYBE aahhh i hope u guys like it ily mwah

ping list!!: @mcdepressed290 @st4rlight707 @auroranavi @plzdonutpercieveme @ippilulu (it wont let me tag u TT) @honeycrispangels @kiyadeleine

CROSS POSTED TO AO3

chapter 8

The party wined down and people were drunkenly leaving. Caleb was shocked as to how attentive Jackson was, along with the help of Gideon. He recalled how he said the two weren’t close, but they worked together perfectly, making sure everyone had rides settled and sober drivers. Other people ended up in his extra rooms, passed out drunk from Gideon’s concotion. 

Caleb took a few shots here and there, but he kept it to a degree to remain sober enough to watch over her. Which happened to be perfect since she ended up drinking until she, too, passed out on the couch. It only took her half a cup of the mystery mix and two shots before she started saying she was sleepy. The jacket he brought came in handy and she was wrapped up in it and asleep in two seconds. Once the living room emptied, he got up from sitting beside her on the couch, and started to help cleaning. 

Gideon came over to him with a huge trash bag, helping him with the stray cans on the tables. “Wonder what’s gotten you in such a happy, helpful mood.” A smirk was evident through his voice even as Caleb was faced away from him. “Thank god the lights were darkened earlier, if I saw a full view of your guys’ lovey dovey looks at each other, I might’ve hurled.”

He rolled his eyes, tossing cans into the bag. “Please, weren’t you too busy talking it up with all those people earlier. You were a hotshot tonight.”

“That’s because hotshot number one had a girl wrapped around him the whole night. You finally had the balls, huh?” Gideon punched his arm. Despite it being playful, Gideon was strong and he winced slightly. Caleb took a mental note of asking to workout with him next time. “Kind of…she confessed first.” He sheepishly answered, recalling the events in the laundry room. Her words rang in his head, dissipating every worry he had.

“Someone had to, I was getting sick of watching Caleb picking up his phone every three minutes in class to see if she texted back.” Jackson intervened. He also had a plastic bag in hand, cleaning as he teased Caleb. “I don’t know how you still managed to ace that pop quiz we already had yesterday when I swear you weren’t even paying attention.”

Caleb shrugged, “I can multitask…worry myself to death about her and be a star student.” He answered smirking, stealing a glance at his lover on the couch. “I guess I didn’t have to worry too much…”

Gideon and Jackson glanced at each other before rolling their eyes. 

The three managed to clean up the house rather quickly. Despite there being multiple people and many of them drunkenly dancing most of the night, the only mess were cans and bottles littered on tables. Caleb was surprised at the etiquette of everyone invited. Jackson offered them all a room to stay the night, but only Gideon took the offer. He handed Caleb the keys to his car and told him that he’d pick it up the next day.

They helped Caleb open the doors for him to carry her sleeping body into the passenger seat, and once she was buckled in, the three said their goodbyes. A playful wink and teasing jokes about having a good night were exchanged as Caleb got into the driver’s seat, earning bashful scoff from him.

It was almost three in the morning, and the roads back to their home were nearly empty. She softly snored beside him, still fast asleep. Caleb would glance over every now and then, admiring her being lit up by the yellow streetlights he drove by. He reached over to hold her hand, rubbing circles on the back of it with his thumb. 

“Mm, Caleb…” She muttered in her sleep, adjusting her head on the seatbelt. 

The domesticity warmed Caleb’s chest. As he held her hand, driving the two of them back to their shared home, it made it easier to picture their future together. The future he always envisioned, the one that once felt like a faraway dream, was suddenly a reality he could realistically work towards. And he could do so without a criminal record.

He thought about how Gideon lied, and although he wanted to be angry, he was right. It was a push he did need. He chuckled to himself thinking about the many ways he had to get rid of him, but he was glad he was able to keep having a friend like him.

They were lucky to find a parking spot on the street near their apartment. Caleb unbuckled his seatbelt once he put the car into park, and then reached over the center console to unbuckle hers. As he pushed on the button, she turned her head from facing the window to facing him, still asleep. The sudden movement that brought their faces close to each other made Caleb hitch his breath. Their noses almost touching each other, her breath tickling his lips, alcohol still slightly evident in it. Caleb accidentally let the seat belt go from the sudden closeness, making the buckle hit the interior of the car with a loud thump. 

She slowly stirred from her sleep, she squeezed her eyes before blinking them open. It looked as if she was trying to make out the scene in the dim lighting. And then her eyes met with his, a small smile instantly growing on her face. “Hi,”she softly muttered.

He mirrored the same expression and he reached his hand up to move the stray hairs away from her eyes, tucking locks behind her ear. “Hey,” he muttered back. “How are you feeling?” 

Her own hand reached up to hold onto the one holding her face. “I don’t know what being drunk is supposed to feel like, but I think everything was funnier and then I just wanted to sleep. I don’t think I’m drunk anymore…” Her eyes flickered from his eyes down to his lips. “So if I asked for a kiss…”

Caleb instantly received the message she was sending in between the lines and leaned in for a quick kiss. A soft peck on the lips just to tease her. Once he pulled away, “Now come on, let’s go in-”

He was cut off by her pulling him in by his necklace into an open-mouthed kiss, her tongue darting into his mouth to mingle with his tongue. The contact made the two of them moan into each other’s mouths. She swiftly swung herself over the middle console, straddling him on the driver’s seat. Her butt accidentally bumped into the steering wheel causing the horn to go off, abruptly pulling the two away from each other with a jump.

“Oops,” she giggled, before leaning into the crook of his neck. She pressed her body onto his, sucking on the skin right below his ear. She grabbed the hand that was on her face and dragged it down to her waist, and then she shimmied out of his jacket, tossing it to the side. 

Caleb bit back a moan but failed. He could feel her smile against his neck when the noise came out of him. His grip on her waist tightened as he reached down to the side of the seat to adjust it flat, having the two of them in a more horizontal position. The movement earned a giggle on his neck, her breath tickling his earlobe. 

She put a hand beside his head and held herself up to face him. Even in the dark, she looked like a goddess to him. He couldn’t tell if it was her glowing or the lights from outside. “How would your friend like it if he knew what we were doing in his car…?” She asked, smirking down at him. 

He let out a breathy laugh before holding onto her hips with both hands, making her grind down onto his clothed erection. He bucked into her, moaning, maintaining full eye contact with her. Her eyes fluttered slightly, and she bit her lip, suppressing her own noises. “You started this…you’re so- fuck!” Interrupted again with another roll of her hips, stronger this time. “You’re driving me crazy… God, you’re crazy.”

Her skirt was rode up her hips, revealing red underwear just slightly. And it drove Caleb insane. He reached up with one hand to the back of her neck, pulling her down for another kiss. Hungrier and messier. Their teeths clashed and tongues nearly weaving together as he tried to swallow every essence and noise coming out of her. Her hips continued to relieve the pressure in his pants, and he wanted everything to come off in that moment. And then her hand trailed down to his pants, trying to touch the zipper.

He broke from the kiss, “As much as I want to take you in this car,” he attempted to talk steadily, yet he was breathless and shaky. “I would much rather have our first time on a bed. And-” He grunted as she gave up on his zipper, her hand caressing the skin below his belly button, her hips rolled onto him again. “Ngh. Fuck, I want you so bad, baby.” The new name made her twitch on top of him, a breathy moan forced out of her throat as she leaned down into another kiss.

“Take me…” She whispered into his lips.

“Hold on to me. I can’t risk having anyone see you like this…” He said through gritted teeth grabbing her arms to wrap around his neck, hiking her leg up to his hip. He grabbed the keys and their phones before exiting the car, lifting her effortlessly as she clung onto him. He locked the doors and took long strides into their building, itching to enter the elevator. 

Her legs were locked around him, her face buried in the crook of his neck. Wet kisses being placed all around his neck and marks being left as he tried to keep his composure. Caleb was sure his legs were going to buckle from her teasing him, but the drive to fully make her his overrode anything else.

They normally skipped the elevator since they liked racing each other up the stairs, but he couldn’t risk accidentally missing a step, especially with her antics. The moment it dinged, he walked right in, pressing the button to their floor. He waited for the doors to close before pressing her up against the wall, nuzzling his face into hers so she would face him. The cold metal wall made her gasp as it met her bare skin from her backless top. “You’re so impatient…” And he took his revenge, taking the tip of his tongue from her collarbone up to her ear, earning a shiver and another bitten back moan from her. “You want me this bad? Huh?” He nibbled at her ear, his free hand slipping in between her legs, feeling her soaked underwear. “God, you’re so- ngh.” He couldn’t help but groan when he pushed past her underwear to feel how wet she was, dragging two digits in between her folds. She squirmed in his arms, breathy moans reaching his ears as he felt her flutter around his fingers. The elevator dinged again, indicating they were on their floor and he pulled his fingers out of her, pulling away slightly from her face to shove the fingers into his mouth, keeping her eyes locked with his. Her taste made him feel intoxicated and left him wanting more. 

He walked them to their apartment, his hand fumbling with his keys to open the door. The moment he got the two of them in, he slammed the door harder than he intended, locking it before practically running into her room. Despite the rush, he laid her as gently as he could onto her bed. He took his jeans off, the tight denim becoming too constricting on his dick. The tent in his boxers made him blush, embarrassed. Regardless, he climbed into bed with her, kneeling in between her legs. His fingers running up her thigh, riding up her skirt again, revealing her underwear. Bright red. 

“You’re so pretty for me…” He muttered, feeling his dick jump in boxers as he studied her up and down. And he couldn’t wait any longer, he lied on his stomach and shoved his face into her underwear. He sucked on the damp fabric, moaning around it. 

A soft yelp came out of her at his sudden moves, her hands flying down to the top of his head. Her fingers gripped onto his hair like she was going to fall off the bed if she let go. “Caleb…more, I want to feel you. Please just take them off.” She grinded herself further onto him, his nose nuzzling into her clit. 

He felt lightheaded from how aroused he was, all the blood in his brain going straight to his cock and he felt drunk off of her. Caleb grinded down on her mattress, relieving more pressure, but he was afraid he’d come way too quick. He pushed the gusset to the side, revealing more of her to him. Glistening with her needs, he didn’t waste another second before dipping his tongue into her. 

“Oh my god, Caleb…right there, fuck!” She moaned out loud, one of her hands releasing his head, muffling her loud sounds. The hand gripping onto his hair was shaking. 

His eyes opened, glaring up at her when he noticed she was trying to keep quiet. He pushed himself up and away from her, earning a whine from her. She glared back at him. Caleb grabbed the hand covering her mouth, interlocking their fingers together. “Let me hear you. If you keep quiet, I’ll stop.” 

Her eyebrows knitted together, and a smile grew on her lips. Like she enjoyed the way he talked to her. She bit her lip and nodded.

Caleb went back to devouring her. His left hand held her thigh, massaging small circles on the inside, keeping her open for him. Whilst the other held her hand tightly. His tongue lapped at her, lewd wet sounds, filled the room and he slurped it all up. Her moans progressively got louder and louder, driving him even crazier. He was in love with eating her out. The way she tasted on his tongue mixed with the way she reacted every time. He could get off just from having his mouth on her. 

“I’m so close- ngh.” Her thighs shook around him, and the grip she had on his hair was stronger than before. Her breathing got faster and her hips grinded onto him with more fervor. “Right…ah…there, fuck.”

“Come on my tongue,” he gasped, his lips still on hers. “Be a good girl…” He muttered loud enough for her to hear before he fucked into her with his tongue. 

And she was almost screaming when she came, her hole tightening around tongue, more liquid gushing out of her. All of which, Caleb lapped up like he hadn’t drank water in days. He swore she almost pulled out all his hair, but he didn’t care.

She twitched around his tongue for a few more moments. He continued to eat her, driving her over the edge so far that she had to pry him away. “Ngh- surely…this time you won’t deny me, right?” She asked through labored breaths.

He got back on his knees, kneeling in between her legs. The tent was still prominent, but so was a large damp stain where the tip of his dick was. He was so enamoured by her that he truthfully couldn’t remember coming. Too drunk on her, he didn’t have room to be embarrassed anymore. After all, this wasn’t the first time it’s happened.

“H-how do you-” She looked at him, switching between his face and his dick, baffled. She got on her knees and locked eyes with him before playing with the waistband of his boxers. Her fingers dipping under it, making him buck his hips into the air. And she slipped them downward, finally freeing his cock. 

The chill air touching his dick made him hiss. When his boxers hit his knees, he adjusted himself and took them off fully himself. He even removed his shirt, leaving him completely naked in front of her. His dick was messily covered in his cum, yet he was still so hard. 

Her hand moved to cup his balls, earning a groan from him. “You’re a mess…I should clean you up, shouldn’t I?” Her eyes were filled with lust, he swore they glowed red in the moonlight.

He sat on his feet, still on his knees, trying to make the angle easier for her. “Y-yeah…” Was all he could get out.

She giggled, “You were all confident earlier…I don’t even know where you learned to talk like that.” Her finger traced the slit at the tip of his dick, making it twitch. “Now you’re like this…for me?” She asked him. She scooped up a bit of him with her index finger before putting it in her mouth, 

He groaned at the sight below him. “If you’re going to- ngh.” He winced when she licked him softly, cleaning the mess he made, slowly. His hand flung to her hair this time. He combed through it with his fingers, trying to keep a grip, afraid he was going to ascend into another plane of existence. “Fuck, you’re so good for me…”

She licked him from base to the tip, wrapping her lips around the tip each time she reached it. Hollowing her cheeks and sucking on it before letting go with a pop, swallowing every drop of him. Once she was done, she smirked up at him. “You actually lasted this time.” She giggled.

He turned red and gripped her hair, pulling her upwards into a kiss. He could taste the saltiness of himself on her tongue, but he searched for the taste of her instead. Their lips were still connected as he got up to push her back down onto her back, climbing on top of her. He reached underneath her to untie the string holding her top together, surprised at how easily it came undone. He practically ripped the top off of her, revealing her already topless. He backed up to admire her. “Fuck…you weren’t wearing anything underneath this whole night?” His hand palmed at her breast, “You’re such a fucking tease…is this what you wanted? To drive me crazy?” 

She nodded her head, moaning softly. “I’ve been wanting this for so long, Caleb…ngh.”

His dick twitched near her own sex. And that’s when he was hit with a terrible realization. He didn’t have any condoms. “Oh god, I don’t have an-”

She shook her head with panic, “I’m on birth control…we don’t need one.” She read his mind instantly. “I trust you.” She locked her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. 

He wanted to question her, ask why she was on it, but his dick strained in between them and he couldn’t argue with anything anymore. “Are you sure?” He said in between kisses.

“God, yes, Caleb.” She said with exasperation and grabbed his hand, pushing it down to her heat. “Now, prep me…you’re so big, I need you to- hngh!” 

He instantly inserted two fingers into her, not waiting for her to finish her sentence. He scissored his fingers in and out, lewd wet sounds filling the room again. “You’re practically dripping, god you’re so tight.” He pressed kisses down her neck, hoping it would relax her and open her up more. “Can you take another?” He whispered into her ear, earning a nod from her. And he inserted another, curling his fingers up into her. She tensed around his fingers. “Good girl…” He groaned into her neck. He felt her tighten exponentially when he said it, making him smirk. “You like being called that, huh? My…good…girl.” He said it again, in between wet neck kisses.

And she came on his fingers. Her fingers left marks on his shoulders as her nails left half moon crescents. “I need you, Caleb. Please, I want to-fuck! I want to feel you…” She begged. 

He got back up on his knees, her legs on his hips. He pulled his fingers out of her and he couldn’t help but clean it up with his mouth again. Caleb pushed up her mini skirt further up, scrunched around her waist. And then he lifted her legs together to slip off her underwear, before slipping in between her again. He held his cock, dragging the tip up and down her wet folds. The sight almost killed him.

Her face was flushed, her skin glistened with sweat. Hair was glued to her forehead, and her eyes were on fire staring up at him. She was beautiful to him. “I’m not gonna last…” He confessed, already knowing.

She laughed, almost out of breath. “Stop teasing me…I just want to feel you.”

He positioned his tip near her entrance and started to push into her. The two of them winced. He looked at her for approval and she nodded, motioning for him to keep going. He carefully kept pushing in, slowly, inch by inch. Once he was half-way in, she tightened around him. “Fuck…if you do that, I definitely won’t last. Be good for me.” He nearly growled, gripping onto her hips. 

After a minute or so, he finally bottomed out. She threw her head back, “G-god…I feel so full.” She moaned, her hand gripping his wrist. “You feel so good inside me…”

Caleb groaned, “It’s like you’re made for me, baby, fuck. You feel insane, you’re so pretty like this…you look so good on my cock.” He babbled, not even moving yet. And then she tightened around him again, a response to all the praises he gave. And like Caleb said, he came instantly. “Fuck…I told you not to-agh!” He tried to hold back but failed. He spilled into her, thrusting through his orgasm.

His movements made her moan louder, her hips moving to match his rhythm as he rode out his orgasm, and then she came too. “Oh my god, you feel so warm inside me, I’m-” Her legs shook around him, clenching his hips with her thighs.

Caleb took his thumb and rubbed circles on her clit to help her out, hoping it’d make up for coming the moment he got inside her. He expected himself to collapse, but the way she twitched around him seemed to drive him to keep going. He fully got on top of her, kissing her with no direction, just pure need. 

He was still hard. He pulled away from her lips and rested their foreheads together. It looked like she was about to say something and then Caleb pulled out just enough, leaving the tip in before he slammed into her. Her eyebrows knitted together with confusion, but her lips twitched upward into a small smile. A moan ripped out of her throat. “I don’t know how…but I hope you don’t have any plans tomorrow.” He said before pulling out again. “I’m going to make sure every inch of you remembers me.” He slammed back into her, her back arching upwards to him, moaning. “You’re…mine.”

[pamisn]

Sweet Scented Pomegranate

♡ PAIRING — Caleb x fem!reader

♡ SYNOPSIS — Caleb comes back from a hangout with friends, but he feels... weird. And it doesn't get better, when in the following days he disappears.

♡ TAGS — Suggestive themes, vampires, vampire turning, biting, blood drinking, licking

♡ WORD COUNT — 4,6K

♡ LINKS — AO3

Caleb didn't usually go to these hangouts. 

He preferred spending these late friday nights with you, cuddling in your big couch while watching some corny movie you picked, and loving it all the same. But today was different, after all Gideon had invited him over for a boys hangout, and you had pushed him to go, saying he needed "some time to unwind with guys his age". You thought he deserved some time with his friends after all.

So caleb found himself walking through Skyhaven, approaching one of their friend's houses as the sun slowly set, the golden hour approaching. He reached the entrance, knocking gently but firmly on the door. It didn't take long for Gideon to open it, a grin on his face.

"I thought you'd take longer, bet you didn't want to leave her at home at all"

Gideon spoke, moving to the side to let Caleb in. The young pilot chuckled, the image of you basically pushing him out of the door and telling him to have fun replaying in his head. You knew if you had asked him to stay, he would of. But you felt guilty, always keeping him by your side, not realizing it was his choice, too. So, you pushed him to at least go hang out with his friends today outside of work.

"She kicked me out"

Caleb simply said, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked like a puppy who had to sleep outside, and his friend couldn't help but chuckle. Him and Gideon made their way to the living room, their three other friends waiting for them as they laughed and drank some soda. Two were sitting on the large couch, on opposite sides, as the third sat on the floor, back to the couch. They all looked like they were having fun as Gideon walked towards the couch, with Caleb following suit.

"There you are! We were waiting for you to start playing!"

One of the guys on the couch said, his name being Hayden. The other guy on the couch, Kyle, nodded to his friend's words, bringing a soda to his lips. He then raised it, grinning. A table game was set on the coffee table, its cards already out and ready for playing. It was the perfect game night.

"Yeah! We've got the whole night to have fun!"

His friend cheered, and Gideon chuckled, raising his own glass. Chase grinned, sitting on the floor as he drunk from his own glass, before Caleb looked at all of his friends, sighing in defea. He drank down some soda, settling down to play, but his eyes couldn't help but land on Chase. He looked... weird. A little paler, like he hadn't been outside for a while. And his eyes, they looked like they were a slight different color, as if he were wearing contacts.

Caleb wanted to ask about it, but this night was all about having fun, and you would of wanted him to have fun too. So he moved on, ignoring Chase's weird behavior. The living room was filled with laughter, and it really did look like a normal evening with friends, though it was about to turn into something much darker.

-

The night went by pretty fast, it wasn't long before it was already 1AM. Caleb sighed, though he couldn't help but smile at the state of Gideon, Hayden, and Kyle. They were cuddled up on the couch, absolutely passed out and drooling. His mind went back to you, slowly getting up and stretching as he fetched his things. He could picture you on the living room couch, snoring softly as you had so desperately tried to stay up, waiting for him. He had thought about you all night, and he couldn't wait to go home and carry you to bed. 

"I'll get going now"

He said, turning to Chase. He could swear he saw the shine of a fang peek from Chase's grin, but perhaps it was just his imagination, and he deemed it that. Chase smiled, nodding as he got up to walk Caleb to the door. The night was particularly cold, and only the sound of the crickets could be heard.

Chase pulled Caleb in for a goodbye hug, the friendly gesture seemingly normal, but Caleb felt it. When Chase had pulled him in, there was a subtle feeling of strength that hadn't been there before. Then, Chase whispered something in Caleb's ear. He wasn't sure what it was, all he knew was that his head started feeling weird, but perhaps he had been too tired after their hangout. They stood there in that "hug" for a while, before Caleb snapped back to reality, with Chase pulling away. His neck felt weird, and his hand shot up to touch over what felt like two very small holes, pulling it away to see blood.

"You okay? you look like you've seen a ghost! Oh, I think a bug bit ya"

Chase said, a grin on his lips. He pointed to the supposed bug bites, and caleb nodded slowly, confused. He chuckled, nodding as he took a step back, hand coming down to clutch the necklace you gave him. He tasted blood in his mouth, had he bit the inside of his cheek?

"Haha..Yeah, im definitely a bit tired. I'll see you around"

He turned around, walking down the street as he faded off in the night. A faint red glint flashed from Chase's eyes, unbeknownst to the other guy. A smirk on his lips, and the lingering taste of blood on his tongue. 

-

It wasn't long before Caleb finally reached his house. He reached for his keys, his hand twitching slightly as he unlocked the front door. It was weird, he didn't usually twitch, or shake like that, but he figured he must of been so tired that exhaustion got to him. 

He entered the house, a smile immediately making it's way to his handsome face as he closed the door behind him. You were draped in a fuzzy blanket, sleeping peacefully on his couch as you had so desperately tried to stay up and welcome him home. He made his way towards you, crouching down to be at face level with your peaceful, sleeping expression. Caleb's hand reached out, gentle, soft, as his fingers brushed some stray hair from your face. 

He always thought you looked adorable like this, sprawled on his couch, drooling and snoring as you clearly enjoyed your rest. He chuckled when you turned, kicking the air as if you were in a fight.

"Working even in your dreams, pips?"

He whispered, brushing his lips against your forehead, a barely felt kiss as he slid one arm under your knees, the other around your waist. He picked you up, carefully, not wanting to interrupt your sleep. He carried you to your room, though it had been his up untill you decided it was that one that you wanted. Who was he to deny you? So he let you stay in his room, after all, whatever you said, went. He settled you on the bed, pulling the sheets over your body, tucking you in.

He noticed his hands still twitching, and he arched an eyebrow, confused at his own body's reaction. Had he really been that tired? Was he sick? Caleb heaved out a sigh, leaning in close to your face to kiss your forehead. He allowed himself that much, after all you always seemed to like his forehead kisses.

"Goodnight, sweet girl"

He whispered, smiling as you rolled in your sleep, a self satisfied smile on your lips. He couldn't help but slightly smirk at that, you were just too cute to him. He left the room, ready to take a quick shower, and once he was all good, Caleb slipped into his pajama and went to his room. You had bought it for him, and it directly matched yours, just as most of Caleb's things did.

Caleb's eyes fell shut as he drifted into his sleep, and that night, he seemed to have especially vivid nightmares. He often had them, so it was nothing new, but this time they were about his teeth sinking into your neck. 

-

You didn't remember making your way to Caleb's room, yet you were tucked nicely under soft blankets by the time you woke up. You figured you must of passed out while trying to wait for him, and he probably found you sprawled over the couch, drooling and snoring..

The thought made you feel slightly embarrassed, but it wasn't anything Caleb hadn't seen before. If anything you were embarrassed because you couldn't tough it out till he arrived. You stirred, stretching your body as you got out of the bed. The sound of footsteps could be heard all the way from the kitchen as you tried to be quiet, sneaking up behind what seemed to be a very busy Caleb.

Caleb chuckled as he turned around, grabbing your wrists and pulling your arms up in victory before you could give him a back hug. His eyes widened slightly, but you couldn't exactly tell why, as they quickly went back to normal. He felt.. stronger than usual. And he also seemed a little paler.

"Hey! That's not fair!"

You retorted, squirming in his grip as you puffed your cheeks. That only earned a soft chuckle from caleb, as he looked down at you like he just won the world. His grip tightened, and at that could only earn a wince from you. He usually didn't go this strong on you, so you looked up at him confused. 

As soon as he heard your pained noise, Caleb's eyes widened, and he released your wrists. He put his hands up in defeat, looking at them briefly before that. It was as if he hadnt realized he was going so strong. 

"Im sorry pipsqueak, you okay? Did i go too hard?"

He immediately took that gentle, concerned tone that made you want to always give him a reason to be worried for you. You nodded no, rubbing your wrists as you smile at him. Sure, it was weird, and Caleb looked like his whole body was tense, like he was holding back, on edge. But, you thought maybe he was just tired from yesterday's hangout.

"It's okay, I'm okay, Caleb. But you don't seem so okay, why're you so pale?"

You asked, reaching out to run your hand over his exposed arm. You felt Caleb tense at the touch, his ears turning red as he seemed stunned, like he didn't know what to do, but you weren't sure why. He nodded no, gently taking your hand and bringing it to where his heart is, his brows in what seemed to be a frown.

"I'm okay, just a little sick"

You could only give an understanding smile, not wanting no pry any further. You trusted that if Caleb was truly sick, he would of told you so. He smiled at you, letting go of your hand as he gestured for you to move, so he could continue cooking breakfast for you. After all, he wouldn't want you to leave on an empty stomach. You happily complied, sitting down at the living room table, this is your last day in Skyhaven, you'd have to cherish and enjoy every last bit of Caleb's cooking you could get. 

As you ate the breakfast he so sweetly prepared for you, you couldn't help but notice Caleb's gaze. He had a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead, and he kept staring at you, but not at your face.

He was staring at your neck.

He kept licking his lips unconsciously, gulping, and it was as if he was in a trance, thirsty. He looked like a predator ready to pounce on his prey, and at the same time his body was so tense as if he was holding back with every fiber of his being. You snapped your fingers in front of his face, trying to catch his attention.

"Earth to Caleb? You look like you're going to eat me up"

You asked, teasingly. Caleb snapped out of it, chuckling almost nervously as he quickly got up to settle your dishes in the sink. You kept asking if he was okay, and he kept saying it was "just a cold". By the time you left Skyhaven, Caleb saw you off with a warm hug. But it was tight. Did he always hug you this tight? You could feel him nuzzle into the crook of your neck, almost.. sniffing you, before he tensed up, quickly pulling away.

You didn't have time to question him, work was calling after all.

-

Caleb's life took a harsh turn after that. He rushed home, avoiding any person he possibly could. He felt.. restless. He entered his house, stumbling to the bathroom as his breath hitched. He looked in the mirror, a hand coming up to graze his own cheek. Had he always been so pale? And why was he so sweaty? 

His days started getting worse. First, it was just the being restless, the paleness.. Then the noises were too loud, his work at the fleet turning into pure hell. He would occasionally space out in the middle of meetings, all he could think about was you.. No, not just you, but your scent. Your sweet, sweet scent. It made him so..hungry.

He eventually had to excuse himself, saying he was sick so he had to take a break from work. It didn't take long for people to buy it, after all, Caleb was looking pale and twitching, restless as if he hadn't slept in a while. And it was true, he hadn't. Since you had left, he had not gotten a blink of sleep. 

Caleb started ordering groceries at home, he had noticed that whenever he stepped outside, he'd get sunburnt way too easily. He even tried applying sunscreen, but it only lasted for 15 minutes. He often found himself walking to your room, the one he always kept ready for your stay. He would fall on the bed, nuzzling in the sheets, sniffing your scent as his heart raced and his lips parted to take in the fabric. It was the most he could taste of you, and when he realized what he was doing, he'd quickly get up, face flushed all the way to his ears, and leave your room in a hurry. 

  He was standing in front of the stove, it had been a harsh 4, 5 days maybe? He had lost count, he hadn't seen the light of the sun, his whole house was dark and lit with candles. He was trying to cook a steak, but he hadn't been able to eat anything, and he didn't have the energy to cook, either. He thought a nice, homecooked meal might do it, just like it did it for you whenever you were sick.

But Caleb realized how mistaken he was. He found himself gulping while looking at the raw steak, still in its container. He hadn't turned on the stove yet, and it wasnt the steak that appealed him, it was the blood. Caleb involuntarily gulped, he didn't know what was wrong with him, but he couldn't help but lean down, his tongue darting out to lick at the red liquid in the container.

"..Fuck."

He groaned under his breath, gripping the container as he brought it to his lips. He didn't even realize he drank every single drop till he set it down, licking his lips and breathing heavily. Caleb didn't know what was wrong with him, but at least he had realized something. He needed to stay away from you. This need he felt.. he couldn't satisfy it. Not with animal blood, not with another person's. It had to be you. He'd never forgive himself if he were to hurt you, and since he was sick, he locked himself up.

-

Caleb always texted you good morning. He texted you before work, during work, after work.. It didn't matter where he was. So why hadn't he texted you these days? You were busy fighting wanderers, and there were also some cases of people supposedly biting and sucking other people's blood. The two seemed to be connected, especially since it all started from a person being scratched by a particular wanderer, but you weren't entirely sure yet.

You had tried to call Gideon, but he said that he hadn't heard from Caleb either. You called Liam, and he said that Caleb hadn't gone to work lately. So you had no choice, you just had to go see for yourself just what was going on with him, right?

You made your way to his apartment, and immediately noticed the way his blinds were all shut. You could only imagine how dark it was inside, but you were definitely going to find out. You reached for the door, using the keys Caleb had explicitly given you so you could make yourself at home whenever. 

But the keys didn't work. Had he changed the lock? Why was he going this far to keep everyone out? To keep you out? You wouldn't let this stop you, though. You took out your gun, aiming it at the lock and shooting at it. The door hung open, and you made your way inside.

It was extremely dark, or it would of been if it weren't for the candles that adorned the place. You looked around the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, and his room.. But Caleb was nowhere to be seen. That only left one room to check, so you made your way to his former bedroom, which was now yours.

The door was creaked open, and you could see the silhouette of a tall guy laying on your bed. It was Caleb. He was gripping the sheets, and he seemed to be holding them against his face. You couldn't help but feel extremely confused as you pushed the door open, a soft creak emitting from it as you stood at the doorframe.

You walked closer, as Caleb's eyes shot towards you. You stood in front of the bed, gun dropping to the floor as you stared at him. His face was flushed, all the way to his ears, and his drool coated the sheets. The fabric was directly in his mouth, and he was curled up.

Caleb had sniffed your scent from the moment you had entered the house. He was so desperate, trying to hold back, curling up in himself and gripping the sheets as he kept some in his mouth. That's all he was allowed to have, who knows what he would of done to you, if you were in front of him? But now you were. You were right there, and Caleb couldn't help but bite down on the sheets harder.

"Caleb? What are you... No, moreover, are you okay?"

Your tone was soft, as you tried to walk closer to him. The sheets fell from Caleb's mouth as he growled, scooting back to the other end of the bed. He brought his hand to his mouth, biting down on it so hard that it drew blood. You reached out towards him, yanking his hand away as his eyes widened in surprise.

"Pips...fuck, please stay away"

His tone was desperate, it was needy. So how could you stay away? You let go of his wrist, and with your hands coming up to cup his cheeks, you turned his head to look at you. His eyes.. they had a faint, red hue to them, his face was pale, yet his cheeks were flushed. And when your eyes landed on his mouth, you couldn't help but notice the tiny fangs poking through as his jaw tensed. 

"Caleb..?"

You muttered his name, and god, he hated your for it. You were making it so hard for him to hold back, he really was trying to not hurt you. But he couldn't help it, he was way too fast for you to stop as he pinned you down on the bed. He breathed heavily on your neck. Your pulse, your scent.. it was sweet, almost fruity. Like a pomegranate.

At first, you squirmed under him, calling out to him and trying to snap him back from whatever was going on with him. But then it clicked. The wanderers, the infected people, the blood sucking... Caleb, somehow, had gotten bitten, and ingested infected blood. But how? It didn't matter now. Your instinct wasnt to push him off, nor to call for backup. If they had found out what Caleb was.. what would of happened to him? Would they of killed him? Experimented on him, maybe? You would of never let that happen to him.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, as you couldn't help but shiver as his lips brushed against your neck. Caleb was gripping the sheets tightly with one hand, but the other was holding yours, fingers intertwined. You could feel his body tensed up, his breath heavy, his heart racing. It followed the rhythm of your own perfectly. 

"Please..push me off.. God, please shoot me."

Caleb groaned against your neck, and you felt a pang hit your chest. He had locked himself up, isolated himself, and possibly starved himself.. He had ignored you up untill now, all to protect you. It's what he always did, and so you bit the inside of your cheek, fingers curling tighter in his hair as you pulled his head closer. Caleb's eyes widened, his face couldn't possibly flush more than this, as his eyes shot up. He couldn't quite see you, but he was confused, and he was in pain, he needed you, and he didn't want to.

"It's okay, Caleb. Drink up. I promise you it's okay, you won't hurt me"

You whisper, voice soft against his ear as you stroke his head. If he didn't eat, he would die. And from the other cases that had been documented, you knew that he needed to consume blood. 

Caleb tensed up, breathing heavily as he hesitated. He really didn't want to hurt you, but God, you smelled so sweet, and he was so hungry. You were all he had been thinking about. His tongue darted out, licking a long stripe up your neck. The taste of your skin made him grip the sheets tighter, as his other hand held onto yours equally tighter. He suckled at the sink, just relishing in your taste. But god, it wasn't enough, he wanted to go deeper. 

You couldn't help but bite the inside of your cheek harder at his action, tasting your own blood, breathing heavily as you felt your face warm up. He was on top of you, holding your hand while he got ready to feast on you. You could only squeeze his hand, as if giving him permission.

And Caleb took it as that. After a taste of your skin, he couldn't hold back anymore. He parted his lips, sinking his fangs in your neck as he feasted on you. The taste of your blood was intoxicating, making him moan pathetically against your neck. His face was flushed all the way to his ears, and he was absolutely devouring you. He was drooling all over your neck, sucking desperately, as if it was not enough. He needed more, he wanted to taste you till his throat couldn't gulp anymore. 

And the worst part was, that you were loving it. You tugged on his hair, not urging him to stop, but urging him to continue. It felt equally intoxicating to you, as you let out soft sighs, your whole body burning up. Eventually you started to feel dizzy, so you tugged harder on his hair, urging him to stop.

Caleb took the cue, kind of coming to his senses as he pulled back from your neck, slightly. Once he pulled back fully, he looked down at you with those soft, puppy eyes you've always loved. They were fully red now. You could see the guilt spreading on his face as he realized what he had done.

You ran your hand through his hair, earning a shuddering breath from him as he looked down at you. 

"Shit.. I'm so sorry, oh my god. I'm so sorry, pips"

Caleb panicked as his eyes shot to your neck. He had let go of his self control, he had bitten you. He had feasted on your sweet blood and he couldn't forgive himself for it. That's what he would of liked to say, but what was he supposed to feel, when you looked at him like that?

Your eyes were so soft, and your face was flushed. Your heart was racing, and he could feel it against his chest. You held onto his hand tightly, refusing to let go, and you ran your other hand through his hair, as if he hadn't just drunk you dry. You looked so pleased with yourself.

"It's okay.. Are you okay? Are you feeling better now?"

Caleb couldn't help but let out a shuddering chuckle as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He had drunk you dry, and here you were, asking if he was okay. He pressed another kiss to your nose, your cheeks and then, reluctantly, he brushed his lips over yours. He looked into your eyes, as if looking for confirmation that this was okay, that he was allowed to do this. You only squeezed his hand, eyes fluttering shut, and Caleb couldn't help but smile, leaning in to press his lips against yours.

It was a slow, intimate kiss. Your hearts beat in unison, your bodies almost melting into one. You couldn't believe it, but you could certainly feel it. You felt everything, every emotion Caleb poured into this soft, gentle kiss. You had trusted him to not hurt you, and sure enough, he hadn't hurt you. 

It was a moment before he pulled back, his eyes looking over your face like he was memorizing every inch of it. He trailed his lips over your jaw, down your neck, and over the bite marks. He kissed over them softly, slowly, muttering praises of how good you took it, and how sorry he was for putting you through this.

"Are you okay? Did it hurt? I'm sorry.. I'll run you a hot bath and cook you your favorite, does that sound good?"

Caleb's voice filled your ears as he continued to place gentle kisses over your neck, and you couldn't help but smile. He must of passed a horrible few days, so it was good to see him back to his usual self, all worried about you and trying to cheer you up with food. Sure, you didn't need to be cheered up, you loved this, but who says no to a free hot bath and food? You played with his hair, basking in his warmth as you nodded.

"Sounds good, but add some kisses and cuddles to that. And an explanation of everything that went down, from start to finish"

You declared, and Caleb chuckled softly, pulling back to kiss your forehead once again. He nodded, getting off of you very reluctantly as he tugged at your hand, pulling you to sit up. He placed one last kiss on your cheek as he walked towards the bathroom. The distant sound of running water filled your ears, as your hand trailes up to touch your neck. You winced as you found your bite marks, and yet your face was filled with warmth. It's as if he had marked you.

You pulled out your phone, with a message from your boss, Jenna, asking if everything went well on your mission, and if you found anything about those weird wanderers and the infection that came from them. You bit your lip, looking at the message, before replying.

"Nope, found nothing. I'll have to search some more."

You pressed send, before throwing your phone far away on the bed. You'll never let anyone find out about this, and you'll never let anyone take Caleb away from you.

[theshiniestgemstone]

situationship gideon lives in my head rent free. i feel like he lives in his head and has convinced himself that admitting his feelings/making things official with a partner would ruin whatever they have going on. so to him it’s just easier to act like they’re just friends who fuck sometimes, and sleep in the same bed, cuddle etc. imagine smoking with him (either weed or cigarettes we’ve seen in the show he consumes both) and just the simple gesture of passing it back and forth wordlessly makes him realize “oh god i gotta get my shit in order now or this is gonna crash and burn so hard and i’m fucked” (also high sex with gideon…..😮‍💨😮‍💨 oh lord take me now!!)

I fear I went a little overboard

Warnings: smut, minors dni

A distant door slam had Amber and Jesse both whipping their heads towards their sons’ bedrooms. Amber took a deep breath, shaking her head.

Jesse uttered the name of his middle son under his breath. “Always slammin’ doors.”

Pontius came out of the kitchen, mug in hand. “That was Gideon.”

Amber softened a bit, earning a look from Pontius. “Any idea what’s going on with him?”

Pontius turned. “Probably his little- I don’t even know what to call it.”

Jesse groaned, leaning back into the couch, rubbing his eyes. “Lord have mercy. Is he still doing that ‘friends but also not really friends but also you’re naked in my bed every night’ thing?”

Amber tipped back the last of her wine, clinking her glass gently against Jesse’s in a quiet toast. “Unfortunately.”

Jesse sighed. “That boy needs a therapist, not another sleepover with his ‘situational complication.’”

Upstairs, Gideon paced the length of his bedroom like a caged animal, fingers threaded in his hair as if tugging hard enough would ground him. His mouth was still dry from the joint you’d shared, lungs heavy with it, heart thudding in a rhythm that didn’t match the silence anymore.

He sat on the edge of the bed, palms digging into his knees, eyes wide and unfocused. He could still hear your laugh echoing in his ears, that little half-smile you gave him when you stole the joint from his fingers. The way you looked at him afterward. Your eyes were soft, searching, like you knew he was lying when he told you this was fine. That it didn’t mean anything.

But it did.

It meant everything.

And now? He was spiraling. Fast.

Because if he didn’t say something soon this whole fragile, beautiful mess was going to shatter. And he’d have no one to blame but himself.

Downstairs, the sound of Pontius dropping a plate into the sink echoed faintly. Amber and Jesse didn’t even flinch.

“Three days,” Jesse muttered. “Tops. Before he cracks like a cheap-ass communion wafer.”

Amber smirked. “You’re being generous.”

Gideon’s not sure when the wires began to cross. What was an arrangement for two people to get alleviate their stress soon became something more personal and twisted in a way he never imagined.

Maybe it was the time she’d gotten into a fight with her parents, rocking her hips against his, holding onto his chest for balance, until her legs gave out. Or the time she wished him a happy birthday and instantly sank to her knees, grinning up at him innocently as she undid his belt. It might be all the times you’ve been deep in the throw of an orgasm, burying your face and moans into the side of his neck, your fingers squeezing into his skin, wherever you can reach as he holds you impossibly closer.

Though he knows it’s most likely the other stuff, the friends part in this unlabeled friends with benefits.

When he rolled a joint so sloppily (six beers will do that to you) and she cried, holding it up before pulling one out of an M&Ms tube, laughing through tears that she’d fix his mess when she went home. It’s the little things he remembers, really the things she does. Like when they visited the family amusement park.

The entire family had gone on a day out, invited friends to make it feel that much more authentic and not some rides collecting dust. Pontius had run off with his friends, Abraham with his group of eighth graders. Kids from the youth ministry were hogging up the lines. She and Gideon walked side by side, separated by a few inches of space. Sometime between rollercoaster rides, she pulled him behind a food stand and opened her purse to give him a cigarette, lighting it for him and taking a puff before handing it over.

The sex was less often after that. What started as a strict routine of sex, shower, and then leaving soon became a routine of long talks whispered under the same cover. Somewhere along the way, they stopped just screwing around.

They were high the first time he felt it. It was that feeling.

Two joints, a large meal shared on the floor of his bedroom, and wandering hands was how it started. His stomach burned with the edge of release, the kind that made his vision blur and his breath hitch. He leaned back on his haunches, arms hooked beneath her trembling legs, holding her open and close. She let out a wail that sliced through him, raw and unrestrained, and his rhythm faltered as his eyes locked on her.

She was glowing. Her skin slick with sweat, legs twitching with aftershocks, their combined mess dripping down his balls in slow, sticky trails. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her face.

Not when she looked like that. Not when she looked at peace.

Like whatever storm lived in her had finally gone still. She trusted him to hold her there, undone and safe.

And that’s when it hit him, hard and fast and terrifying.

She gripped his arm when he stood from the bed, fingers weak but insistent. He glanced down, ready to ask what was wrong, but she only mumbled something incoherent and clung tighter.

“I’m just grabbing a washcloth,” he said with a low chuckle, brushing a hand over her hair. She whimpered, then nodded, loosening her hold.

When he returned, she was curled in on herself, blanket pulled up to her chin, looking smaller than usual. Quieter. The high was fading, but something heavier had settled in its place. Gideon didn’t say anything. He just knelt beside her, gently pulling the blanket back, cleaning her up with slow, careful strokes. She trembled beneath his touch, and he pressed soft kisses to the inside of her thigh, her hip, her stomach. Pretty much anywhere he could reach.

He didn’t mean to ignore her after that.

It started with a missed text, then another. A string of phone tag stretched out into nearly three weeks, the longest they’d gone without seeing each other in almost two years. No fights. No final conversation. Just silence, thick and unfamiliar.

Every time he drafted a message, his thumbs hovered, staring at the words like they belonged to someone else. Like they weren’t just texts, but confessions. Those slippery, dangerous things that, once sent, couldn’t be taken back.

He wasn’t sure he wanted what they meant. Or worse, he was sure. And that scared the hell out of him.

They saw each other again after those three weeks, sitting in a quiet corner of the park, handing a joint back and forth like no time had passed. The silence between them had vanished as easily as it had formed. She picked up mid-story, complaining about work or maybe a neighbor, her words flowing without hesitation.

Usually, Gideon was a good listener. He prided himself on it. But this time, all he could do was watch her.

The way her lips wrapped around the joint, how her hands moved with each exaggerated gesture, the slight squint of her eyes when she got too passionate. She was ethereal in the amber haze of sunset, lit up like something not entirely real. Something his brain must’ve made up.

She turned toward him, catching the look on his face.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked, casual like always, but her eyes betrayed the weight behind the question.

He exhaled, heartbeat thudding against his ribs.

“I think I love you.”

She nodded slowly, handing the joint back to him without meeting his eyes. “I think you’re just high.”

“I’m serious.”

She blinked, caught off guard. “Really? Because you can’t say that if we’re just friends.”

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t smile like he normally would when she teased. Instead, he set the joint down on the bench beside them, watching the smoke curl into the air before turning back to her.

“I don’t want to be just friends anymore. Or just fuck all the time and pretend like we don’t know each other like we do.” His voice was steady, but softer now, like saying it any louder would make it less real. “We can still do all of this… just… different?”

Her silence stretched between them, heavy and expectant. It was the first time either of them had said what they'd both been avoiding all along.

“I’ve never taken you on a date,” he said, eyes steady on hers. “And I really want to.”

She raised a brow, a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “Wouldn’t this technically count as a date?”

He huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head. “I mean one where we aren’t high or drunk or pawing at one another. Like…” He paused, searching for the right memory. “Like the day at the amusement park. When we were just… coexisting.”

Her expression shifted then into something softer, something that lived between surprise and understanding.

“Coexisting, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said. “But on purpose this time.”

“Alright,” she said, tilting her head with that familiar, teasing smile. “I’ll bite.”

He grinned, eyes warm as he leaned back slightly. “I know you do.”

She rolled her eyes, but the laugh that escaped her gave her away. He draped his arm over the backrest of the bench, letting his fingers draw little shapes over her t-shirt. She shifted closer, knee brushing his, careful not to disturb the joint still smoldering between them. The sun was low now, casting long shadows across the grass, turning the world gold and quiet.

For once, neither of them felt the need to fill the silence.

[twiixr4kidz]

Hii can you do like reader sleeping on seven evil exes lap hehe I Also love ur writing!!♡

tysm!!! also apologies for how late this is i was on a hiatus ;^;

sleeping on the evil exes!!

matthew patel

he tears up a little bit

one second, you're awake and talking to him and the next, you're knocked out and drooling on his leg

he thinks you look adorable (he didn't take a picture of you what are you talking about)

he's also like, uncontrollably giggling and smiling over the fact that YOU!! FELL ASLEEP!! ON HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!

lucas lee

on the outside, he's like "hell yeah this is awesome" but you know DAMNNNN well he's screaming internally

lucas has this habit of acting like a badass on the outside but any time you do something, he's filled with an overwhelming amount of joy

he sits there with you sleeping on him for as long as he can

eventually his legs start falling asleep, so he sneakily moves your head off of his lap and onto a pillow

he also covers you up with a blanket or his jacket or whatever is around just so you don't get cold

todd ingram

treats you like a sleeping kitten

if only you were awake to see the smile on his face when he realize you were asleep, you probably would've melted

he'll run his fingers through your hair as he mumbles something under his breath about how he wishes this moment could last forever

eventually, he falls asleep sitting up

bro is hella dedicated to keep you nice and comfortable!!!

roxie richter

she honestly doesn't notice at first

she's just talking to you, telling you about her day or something that happened in this show that she's been watching, and you're not responding

at first she's like "what the heck, y/n?" and then when she realizes you're asleep, she's like "OHHHHHH" and then she's like "OH?? OH MY GOD???"

note, she's whisper-screaming to herself because she doesn't wanna wake you up

she's the kind of girl who can fall asleep anywhere, so she gets comfy next to you and crashes too

kyle katayanagi

very similarly to roxie, he's probably telling one of his crazy party stories when he realizes you're asleep

instead of stopping, he lowers his voice and keeps talking

he'll just keep telling stories until he falls asleep or until you wake up

his hand is resting on your arms as he draws circles with his thumb on it

he's really enjoying the fact that you trust him enough to just pass out on his lap like that

and you're definitely gonna get an earful of it when you wake up, because who is kyle if NOT a tease??

ken katayanagi

he's usually reading, so it takes him a moment to realize you're out

he smiles to himself, softly saying how you should've gone to bed when he said, but he still thinks it's cute

ken'll start reading to you too

he isn't sure why he does it

maybe it's something about the soothing, intimate nature of reading a book to somebody, or maybe it's just because he's ken and that's what he does

he'll bring you to bed when he's done with the chapter

he wants you to sleep well and NOT have a sore neck when you wake up, how sweet :))

gideon graves

he's a very busy guy, so this isn't new

actually it happens quite a lot

he'll get home late and you'll be falling asleep on the couch waiting for him

he greets you sweetly, sitting down next to you and putting on your favorite show to watch together

he knows that when you rest your head on his lap, you're going to fall asleep and he's more than okay with it

as much as he does love it, he tries not to get home so late that it happens in the first place

[cupcakefactory]

Pathetic, drunk, crying Caleb has been stuck in my mind all day as I tried to nurse a migraine away. This is what I managed to produce, my head still hurts. This is Hell. Don't judge if its shit, i wrote it while drugged up on pain relief.

WC; 1.2k

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Caleb is drunk, Caleb is pathetic, Love confessions, Yearning, Man get this man a pillow and some water. Pipsqueak used (my blog, my rules, I like pipsqueak)

"What is that noise?"

"Calebs sobbing again"

The two men sat across from each other before breaking into laughter, Gideon and Patrick were used to this by now - the three had been roommates since freshman year, they had seen the best and worst of each other in university, and the worst for Caleb? His low tolerance for alcohol always had him curled up in his bed sobbing.

"Over-"

"Of course, it's over them. It's always over them."

They looked over from the couch as the man clutched his phone in one hand so hard there was a realistic possibility he could break it. The other hand was busy too, his ring finger running over the picture as his sobs grew louder, zooming in and out accidently making himself giggle before he went back to his cries. It was pathetic, but the other men couldn't help their sighs and soft giggles - this man was head over heels and didn't even know it himself.

"Caleb, it's okay, please stop crying"

Gideon tried first, crouching down by his bedside and patting his arm. Caleb all but swatted him away, eyes watering again as he saw a picture of you on his bedside table - he grabbed it and hugged it to his chest, your name on his lips as he cried.

"It's not faaaiiirrr Gideon! Why do we have to be so farrr awayyyy"

All Patrick could do was sigh and remove the rest of the alcohol from Caleb's reach, he would be embarrassed in the morning - he always was. Whether he would remember or not was a 50/50 toss but from the way he started to kiss the picture he was holding, Patrick took a guess that tonight would be forgotten.

"Come on Cay, drop the picture and go to sleep"

"No."

"Should I call..?"

Gideon shrugged, grabbing Caleb's phone while the man was still distracted and scrolling through the contact list. He searched everything, all the pet names he could think of, even your first name - but nothing came up. Patrick who was leaning over his shoulder stopped him on one contact.

"Pipsqueak? Jesus, he's cheesy"

You were used to Caleb's calls, used to him phoning at all hours of the night - that'd why he had his own ringtone. One you couldn't ignore because just the idea of missing Caleb's calls now you can't see him every day was heartbreaking.

Having chosen to get an early night you found yourself groaning as his ringtone came through, unplugging your phone and answering it to Gideon's voice instead of Calebs. That had you sat up quickly, and before he had even said Caleb needed you you were changing out of your pajamas.

"I'll be outside in 5 minutes"

Click, you hung up the phone and grabbed everything you would need, you didn't know what the issue was but it was rare for Caleb to need you, caleb was the one who always protected you - it had never been the other way around.

You heard the car before you saw it, and you recognized the driver as a friend of Caleb. You had expected Gideon, and your heart dropped when you saw it wasn't him. Caleb wasn't this bad that Gideon had to stay with him right? Was he sick, or worse injured? Your mind raced too quickly, you didn't even talk as the car raced to Skyhaven.

The first thing you noticed when you entered the dorm after saying goodbye and apologizing to Caleb's friend who drove you was the smell, the smell of alcohol hitting your nose and making you squint. Now you knew why Gideon didn't come to pick you up, the second thing was the sobs followed by two men trying to shush, desperation in their voice as you pushed open the door.

The scene was pathetic, the scene was adorable - in any other situation, you would have taken a picture. Caleb on his side, crying hysterically as he clung to a picture frame. Gideon trying to force him to sit up to drink some water and Patrick is on the edge of the bed looking close to tears clutching a tissue box. You sighed and walked in, Gideon noticed you first and moved out of the way as you pushed Caleb gently.

"Come on you big dummy, sit up. Jesus, how much have you drunk to be in this state?"

His eyes widened as they landed on you, the biggest smile on his face as he sat up and reached out. His hands found your waist as he buried his face against your t-shirt.

Another sigh and a gentle laugh as you pushed him back a little - taking the tissues Patrick held out and drying his eyes. He looked so happy to see you, eyes shining as he smiled up at you, if you looked close enough you could easily make out how much he loved you, but, like always you were none the wiser.

You took the water and made him drink, turning to Patrick and Gideon for a quick explanation but they just shrugged. It was just meant to be a fun night for friends, how were they to know he would get like this? A nod from you and they went back to the couch, leaving Caleb with the one he was yearning for.

"What you got there, Cay?"

You gently took the photograph, a small gasp when you saw it was the one from his graduation, you were on your tiptoes planting a kiss on his face, he looked shocked but happy - it was covered in saliva, and if you squinted kiss marks too. Had he been kissing the photo, it was obvious he had, but why? You wanted to question him but when you looked over to see him staring at you the words got stuck in your throat, he looked like a puppy, and for a moment you could almost imagine the ears on his head. He just looked so damn happy to see you.

"Oh Caleb.. what are you doing to my heart"

A mutter as you cleaned up the photo frame, leaning over him to put it back as you felt his arms wrap around you again. His face rested against your neck as he held you so tight it was almost as if he was afraid you would disappear at any moment. You didn't complain, he was drunk after all, and he had no idea what he was doing.

Your fingers threaded through his hair, the way his had to yours so many times before, a sleepy hum leaving his lips as he muttered sentences you couldn't quite understand into your skin. Only one you did, the seriousness behind it taking you by surprise.

"I love you, pipsqueak"

You looked down, he was asleep, and his grip was still tight but clearly weakened a little. You shifted so you were both lying down - your hand finding his cheek as you kissed his forehead. You doubted he would remember this in the morning, he would probably be confused about why you were in his bed.

"I love you too Caleb, you big dummy"

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[multifandomlover01]

Season 1 Spencer who is playing chess with Gideon but sees reader sleeping on the couch on the jet shifting around and her shirt rides up. And so he’s staring but not rudely (he’s just trying to figure out how to cover you). He finally decides to cover you with a blanket and tucks you in and is ready to call it good but you stir awake and grab his arm and tug on it, saying you want cuddles so now he’s no longer playing chess with Gideon, he’s got a girl curled against him and he’s confused as to his this even happened.

[patchs-curiosity-corner]

𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒀𝒐𝒖 | 𝑺.𝑹. [𝟐]

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟕 - 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: With the sudden departure of the BAU’s former Unit Chief, their newest member worries about how it could be effecting Spencer.

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: angst, hurt/comfort, slight arguing, themes of drug addiction and self harm, Spencer and Reader being insecure.

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1.1k

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: Guys I’m so sorry this took forever and it’s like half the length of the other one Ť-Ť I’ve had some stuff going on irl and have just been wiped lately. Chances are the remaining parts will come out rather sporadically but I will try to supplement them with oneshots so my requests are still open. Thanks for being patient!

𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

Gideon is gone. You don’t know what to feel.

Confusion?

He didn’t tell anyone where he was going.

Grief, understanding?

He left a note at his cabin.

Confusion again.

…

It’s for Spencer.

…

Anger. You’re angry. No -you’re beyond angry- you’re absolutely fucking furious. The feeling burned and clawed incessantly at your gut as you tried to pour the nervous energy into solving the team’s current case. 

It doesn’t help much, and the raging pit in your stomach devours any remaining sympathy you held for Gideon. He had been through a lot, but he knew Spencer was fragile, he knew the genius was barely holding himself together as it was.

It was selfish -in your eyes- for Gideon to choose Spencer of all people, to use him as his vessel to air his final words before running away. Yes, that was it, he was running away.

Coward.

———

You’re pacing, you have been for hours now, almost certainly wearing a path into the ornate burgundy carpet beneath your feet. That thought is what finally gives you pause, you’d been staying with Spencer for nearly a month now, but you were still a guest in his home. It would be impolite to ruin his carpet.

Spencer went to bed hours ago now. You say went to bed and not went to sleep because you can still hear him, tossing and turning. He would assure you everything was fine, he’s coping, he’d say.

You don’t believe him.

A month. He was a month sober and now this was happening. It was enough to break even the strongest man’s composure, you were more afraid of him picking up a different vice at this point. The thought of him falling to something like alcoholism or recreational drugs again made something twist inside you.

How quickly had he wormed his way in? Snuck into your heart and settled into a place you can no longer remember ever being empty?

You sink into the couch cushions with a sigh, before inevitably getting up again moments later, restless.

———

Spencer isn’t faring much better, unable to relax while he listens to the ambient sound of you shuffling around outside his bedroom door. It’s comforting, in a way. It reminds him you’re there, that you hadn’t abandoned him like Gideon, or his Father.

Your knuckles make contact with his door a few minutes later, and it fills him with an odd sense of tentative excitement.

“Come in.” Spencer answers, fighting to keep his voice from revealing the quiet desperation he felt.

“Hey.” It’s your voice, soft and oh-so wonderfully familiar in this moment. “You mind if I join you?” He nods in the dark, reveling in the warmth that spreads from his heart across his chest at how caring you sounded.

He moves over, giving you room to clamber under the forest green covers next to him.

“What are you thinking about?” Spencer asks quietly, rolling onto his side to face you. His eyes are focused on yours, the way they seem to be trying to memorize his face.

“You.” The response is simple, eloquent, and sends the heat in his chest flaring up to his cheeks.

“Me?” He croaks after a moment, blinking quickly in an attempt to calm himself. “Why me?”

“‘m worried about you, Spence.” You murmur, your eyebrows furrowing slightly as you look at him. “With Gideon gone, I just-” The heat in his cheeks increases as your hand moves to seek out his. “I want you to know I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

———

“You promise?” Spencer whispers back, the expression on his face looking almost pleading. The expression breaks your heart, how long has he been so alone? Months? Years? His whole life maybe?

They had started off rocky sure, but to imagine seeing Spencer Reid as anything but extraordinary had never crossed your mind. Could other people really not see it? Choose to shun him for his idiosyncrasies instead? The idea felt… foreign.

“Yeah,” your voice slips out much quieter than intended, softened from the waves of emotion washing over you as you scoot closer to him. He already seems to be dozing off. “Yeah I promise.”

The two of you sleep better than night than you had in a while, and an innocuous seeming promise becomes something more as time passes and you continue to stay with him.

Another month and one of you -neither could remember who- mentioned that an apartment shared between people would be much easier to manage, especially with their jobs schedule. And less than one more finds you moving your belongings into the previously spare room in his place. Your place, now, rather. A shared space.

———

Spencer grows accustomed to it as well; your toothbrush in the bathroom, your products in the shower, the faint smell of you a constant now amidst the scent of old books and pine his apartment generally smelled like.

It feels… homey, in a way the place had never seemed before. He’s sure there’s a thousand studies about cohabitation among humans, and he could list statistics about it until his throat grew sore, but for once it doesn’t seem to matter. Reid is simply content to accept your present as it is; a gift.

The pair of you fall into routine with shocking ease -granted you had already been staying in the apartment for nearly two months by now- and soon enough it’s as though you had always been there. It’s comforting to Spencer, to go to sleep every night with the knowledge of someone on the other side of the wall. He’s still afraid you’ll leave, he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop being afraid of that, but for now? God, he’s just happy you’re here, that you chose to be here.

———

You find him one night, curled up on the couch with tears in his eyes while he clutches the letter Gideon had left before disappearing. You sit with him, and you offer gentle solace from the crushing loneliness he’d carried around for so long.

“It’s his loss, really.” You mumble into his hair, holding Spencer’s trembling body against your own gently. “You’re already such an amazing person -and profiler- if he doesn’t wanna stick around and see you get even better? He’s the one missing out.”

It’s a pathetic attempt at comfort, you think, but it draws a soft huff from his chest that somewhat resembles a laugh. You count that as a win. Anything that might help clear his every-wandering mind of the negative spiral practically visible in his eyes. So you just hold him, arms around his shoulders and face buried in his hair, because for now? This was the best the two of you could do, and that was just fine.

[spencerismmm]

I’m obsessed with the idea of a best friends to lovers type situation with mutual pining btwn the reader and early seasons Spence (I’m thinking like season 2 or 3). In terms of plot, I’m thinking a sleepover setting bc why not. If that’s not detailed enough I’m sorry lol

love this idea! thank you so so much!!

Summary: Spencer and reader are bestfriends and reader invites the team over for a sleepover, Spencer is nervous around reader but she tries to help calm his nerves (idk if this is good because it's my first time writing in a while, tips criticism is always welcome.)

Couple: Spencer/fem!reader

Category: fluff

Content warning: tiny mention of r@pe and kidnapping

Things were a bit tense at the BAU because of a very sad k!dnapping and r@pe case, and to lighten the mood, you thought to invite the team over for a sleepover. You were cleaning your house up for the sleepover, getting food and sleeping situations ready as the doorbell rang. You were confused as to why somebody had already arrived, considering there was still a while before the sleepover was intended to start. You went to the door, and realized it was Spencer. It wasn't unusual for Spencer to come to your house, as he would sometimes come visit as an escape, or just to talk.

"Spencer! Why are you here so early? There's still like an hour until everyone is supposed to get here." you questioned, still opening the door for him to come in. You liked when he came over, he always knew how to comfort you. "Oh, I just wanted to come help you get everything ready, and I had nothing else to do." Spencer said as he walked in, putting his things on the counter. "Oh, okay! Could you just help me set some of the food out?" you asked, not minding a little help. Spencer didn't even reply, he just started helping. You didnt mind when he didn't talk, it was just comforting knowing he was there. You knew in the back of your mind that you had a little crush on Spencer, but figured that he wouldn't like you back, though the whole team wanted the two of you together.

After a while of setting things up, the team started to arrive. first Garcia, then Morgan, then JJ, then Prentiss. That was everybody who was coming, Hotch wanted to spend time with his family, and Gideon was, wherever Gideon goes in his free time. Everybody was gathered on the couch for a movie, Garcia in between JJ and Morgan, then Spencer in between you and Prentiss. It was a pretty tight squeeze on the couch, but everyone made it work. You turned on the movie, a scary movie. Spencer wasn't really paying attention to the movie, as he was too caught up in his brain, thinking about you. Everybody on the team knows he has a little crush on you, except you. He was far too shy to ever admit that he liked you, but it was there. Right now, all he could think about was the proximity between the two of you, the way your legs layed against his, and the way he wished that you knew how he felt. During the movie, you would grab onto Spencer's arm every now and then, or lie your head on his shoulder, which drove him insane.

The movie had ended and everybody was sleeping, you were laying your whole body on Spencer, fighting the sleepiness away. "You really need some sleep, Y/n" Spencer said, awkwardly sitting there. "I am having fun, I don't want to sleep." you protested, sitting up, you then realized that everybody was asleep, groaning, you laid back down on Spencer. "Fine." you said, crossing your arms. "Y/n.. where.. where do i sleep?" Spencer asked, nervously running his hands through his hair. "Stay here. Stay with me." you say, leaning more into him, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around you. Spencer was glad the lights were off so you couldn't see his blush ridden face. He let his body ease up, leaning into you, but not fully. "It's okay, Spencer, just calm down. It's just me." you said, closing your eyes. Just you? Just the girl he had been lovestruck over for months, he thought. "Y/n.. i really like you." he says, shocked at his own words. Your eyes widen and you plaster a smile across your face "I really like you too, Spencer." You say, planting a kiss on the side of his jaw. "Goodnight, Spencer." you say, leaning your head into the crook of his neck, allowing yourself to relax. Spencer was shocked, but still allowed himself to relax and hold you as he fell asleep. As he thought you were sleeping, he whispered, "please don't leave me, y/n." as he moved your hair out of your face to look at you, he saw a smile, he knew you heard him, but he didnt care. Spencer Reid was in love with you.

I really hate this, it's so long. It was very rushed. Tips and criticism is much appreciated! I'm super sorry if this isn't what you wanted, but i tried😭💘.

[prettybaby-reid]

Laying Down on the Lawn

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings; general angst, brief mention of Reid's daddy issues and addiction, plot set during the Emily fake death plotline

When you first joined the BAU, it became glaringly obvious that your personality more closely resembled that of Ms. Penelope Garcia, than that of anyone else on the team. You were the team's personal sunshine maker. What stood out most about you was how affectionate you were, always leaning on, hugging or just touching team members in some way, you’d even managed to get a couple hugs out of the ever-stoic Aaron Hotchner. It wasn’t long until the team started coming to you when they needed help, giving Garcia advice when she argues with Kevin, listening to Rossi ramble about his ex-wives, letting Emily open up about her relationship with her mother; whether it be a bad case taking a toll on them, or a more pressing issue, you quickly became the first person the team went to when they had an issue.

This role became especially dire when Emily died. You’re alone in your apartment late one night, when you hear a soft knock on the door. You get up from your couch and open the door to see a clearly distraught Spencer Reid. It was the first time he’d come to you, always cautious, worried that you were going to leave like Elle, Gideon, or even Jj who had just taken up a job at the Pentagon. You were shocked to say the least, the tall genius was currently standing outside your front door, tears streaming down his face. You quickly pulled him inside, moving him to your couch. That was the first time Spencer had opened up to you, the first time he had come to you for help and the first time you’d held him. That would certainly not be the last

Spencer Reid would never outright say that he was touch starved. It’s the same way he would never outright say he was an addict, or that he has daddy issues, or that he uses work as a means to distract his overloaded brain from thinking about how most of the father figures in his life have left in the same way, leaving him with only a letter and broken promises; but all of those things are true, and Spencer Reid is as touch starved as they come. 

Spencer’s touch starved tendencies came slowly but surely. At first it was just him coming over and holding your hand when he’d had a rough day. Then it was a slight hug whenever you guys would finish a case, but nowadays Spencer is practically glued to you. Hotch actively has to separate the two of you in the field because the poor boy just can’t let go. Maybe that’s how you ended up here, exhausted on your way back to Quantico with Spencer laying in between your legs, his head resting on your stomach as he sleeps. It’s calm. The only sound other than the team breathing in sleep is Hotch flipping through reports. You play with Spencers hair, and for once in his life, instead of being touch starved, he’s touch full.

[ledetlore]

Once Upon a Pub Night

Silly OUAW AU

Setting: England. The Krew does run a shitty carnival at one point. Mostly the same, with some English additives for flavours. This can be read as human!au but it's funnier if they're all still fantasy creatures.

Gricko Grimgrin:

Post-punk pub dad =- calls everyone ‘darling’, ‘gorgeous’ or ‘love’. Somehow knows your dad ‘from a gig a couple years back’. Never completed school. Employed (maybe?) – does something to afford the blunts he smokes behind Sainsbury’s and drink all day. Probably on benefits for a ‘gammy knee’. Proud divorced dad of one girl – she’s his perfect angel, his Ex-Wife is in Majorca with the alimony. Always dressed in baggy joggers and a ratty band shirt/ratty printed joke shirt with absolutely ruined converse trainers. Has shitty tattoos done by his drunk mate from college. Spends his money on beer and his kid. Runs the pub barbeque in summer. Body mods for days. Hates Thatcher as much as Scabatha.

Morning Frost:

Chinese exchange student, went to oxford because he couldn’t get into Cambridge, staying with a stout catholic family. Early thirties and a scholar, wants to be a professor of Psychiatry. Reads in Café Nero and talks to no one. Always spotted with a massive backpack and a massive flask. Got bullied out of the Chinese Society because his mandarin was pure shit, and he only spoke Cantonese. Judges everyone on his dorm floor for being loud and going clubbing when he doesn’t. Has a cochlear implant and takes it off when he’s sick of listening to people. Gricko learned sign language so he couldn’t escape.

Torbek:

Unemployed. Pathetic. Hangs out in ratty tracksuits and smokes cigarette butts he finds in the bins. Lives in Bedford. Somehow has a network of homeless guys. Couch Surfer Supreme. Great guy. Likes to get a tesco meal deal and sit in the park with a cider can. Feeds ducks. Accidentally scares kids when he’s just trying to get a sarnie. Everyone in town knows him and half love him and half think he’s rabble. Can get the fuck down at a club though.

Gideon Coal:

Still from Texas?? Was kidnapped by a gang as a kid, managed to get out and away in England and then proceeded to find a way to make it. Lived in Manchester for a while. Wears Man United merch around Man City supporters and vice versa to start fights. He uses his accent to pull girls and Gricko gets uppity about it. He gets called a yank and people love when he’s around. Drinks whiskey in bars but only the cheap shit. Spends his time wearing jeans and wifebeaters in the dead of winter. Has an old zip-up hoodie with a bunch of patches from Gricko, or a leather biker jacket (he has no bike). Carries around shiny stickers to put on people’s suits when they’re not looking.

Kremy LeCroux:

Lived in Brighton mostly. Has a good RP accent, but mostly speaks like he’s from Hertfordshire. When he’s drunk his true self comes to life – he’s from Sheffield lads. He wears a three-piece suit daily but looks gay as hell. Dresses nice but has to get it from Charity Shops. He gets his accessories from Unikorn. All of his make-up is stolen from Claires and Primark. He’s got a lifetime ban from WHSmith for stealing shitty romance books. Waterstones hates to see this man on a Wednesday afternoon sat in the corner. Does drag but used to be a stripper in his early twenties. Toxic Situationship with his old boss.

Hootsie:

Random kid that’s always with them, Gricko's daughter. Dressed in pink velvet tracksuits and has offbrand uggs. Runs around with her big autistic eyes and gets pound coins from pub regulars for the sweet machine. Draws in the corner and sleeps in the booths when she gets tired. Has run three men out the pub. Besties with the Barmaids, gets free J2O’s when she sits at the bar to do her homework. Gricko lets her listen to music she probably shouldn’t and watch Jeremy Kyle on the weekends. In the park afterschool everyday to sit silently on the swings. Does ballet class and Gymnastics. Selective mute but when she speaks you LISTEN. AAC device on LOCK.

[thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her]

Naked In New Orleans

Chapter 2 - The Introduction Part 2.

Word Count: 2977.

CW: Talks of r@pe and more CM case details.

Summary: The aftermath of what could've been, and the case gets closed; numbers are exchanged.

~~~

Neither JJ or Y/N slept for the rest of that night. After the phone call from Emily and Derek, the detective persuaded the liaison stay over (considering they'd both drunk a fair bit), opting to take the couch, since it would be less awkward than the possibility of having to talk about what almost was. Though, once getting calls from Hotch and Will individually to get in asap, the building tension was a little harder to ignore.

You were pulled from your thoughts on how to approach the conversation upon seeing Will and JJ enter the open area of the PD's office.

"We need to set up a press conference." The blonde stated, walking alongside your brother, as he finished up a conversation with one of the officers.

"I'm not making a media spectacle out of this." Will argued, trying to shut down the request.

"People need to know that this killer's a woman." The liaison fought back, as the detective turned to face her.

"Look, tourists are just starting to filter back here. I can't create mass hysteria in a city trying to rebuild." He reasoned, hoping to get the woman to see his side of things. "Besides, we'll be playing right into her hands."

"So be it." JJ shot back, starting to grow tired of having to persuade him to let her do her job, before recomposing herself, and lowering her voice slightly. "I'm trying not to go above your head here." She added.

"I got that." Will replied, before walking off.

"Then set up the press conference." The blonde said, silently hoping that he would listen to her.

"Hey, everything okay?" Y/N asked, walking over to where JJ was stood, handing her the cup of coffee you just got from the machine in your office, noting the mildly frustrated look on her face.

"Yeah, thanks. Just get tired of having to negotiate with all the nitty gritty stuff, sometimes." She responded, rubbing her hands over her eyes, and yawning softly, before taking the cup from you.

"You get any sleep at all last night?" The detective questioned, her worry for the liaison more than a little surprising.

"Like 3 hours, on and off, I think; I'll be fine." JJ waved off, taking a small sip of coffee.

"Well, make sure you look after yourself." She said, pausing for a moment, not entirely sure it was the right time. "Are we okay? I know that last night could've easily gone further, and I wanna make sure you're still comfortable with working with me."

"Mhmm- Yeah, we're fine; don't worry about it. I mean, I don't have any regrets if that's what you're getting at." The liaison replied.

"Oh okay, that's good. I just wanted to make sure." Y/N said, the reassurance and small smile on JJ's face making you wanna kiss her even more, as Emily walked over to the pair.

"Sorry to interrupt, but there's been another murder." The raven-haired girl stated.

Upon returning from the newest crime scene, the two of you and Hotch were updated on the latest details, as well as the game-plan for tonight; Reid, Morgan, Prentiss, Gideon, JJ, and Will were hitting the town, scouting potential suspects, while you and Hotch stayed behind to triple-check the evidence you already had.

---

The next morning, with yet another body turning up (assumedly dumped early that morning), tensions were running high and the want/need to solve this case was becoming irritatingly desperate.

"She's mocking us," Will stated, as Reid, JJ, Prentiss and Gideon joined the both detectives. "And she's true to her word."

"What is that?" JJ asked, as Reid crouched down to pull a folded up piece of paper from the victims mouth.

"It's a note from the UnSub for your father." Reid replied, looking between Y/N and Will, both of whom looked increasingly on edge, like if the wrong thing was said, once of them would explode.

"Dear Boss, he wanted it. With that sharp tongue and vulgar hand. Thought you'd like to know another will soon get what he deserves. Yours truly." Gideon read off, after Reid handed him the letter.

"Is it possible that she considers herself a vigilante?" Emily offers, reciting part of the letter. "Another will soon get what he deserves."

"Well, maybe she's contacting your father not because he was the lead detective on the case, but because she believes he'd understand." Gideon added, addressing the pair.

"Oh great, he can understand a serial-killer-to-be, but not his daughter when she's going through a whole load of shit; that's nice." Y/N muttered sarcastically, her mind clearly not on the case right now.

"Phoenix, stop; this isn't the time-" Will started, subtly trying to keep a lid on things.

"Don't call me that! How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?!" The detective snapped, looking as if she were about to punch her brother, before taking a deep breath to compose herself, and pushing past the group. "I need a smoke."

JJ went to follow after her, before having her wrist grabbed by Will.

"Leave her for a minute; she gets like this sometimes." The other detective said, his words holding a hint of irritation and disgust in their tone.

"Can you think of a woman in your dad's life he helped through a tough time? Could be a police officer, or a prostitute he helped get off the streets." Emily asked, drawing their attention back to the case.

"No, he hasn't dealt with prostitutes since he worked in sex crimes." Will replied, unsure of their current thought process.

"The UnSub wrote 'He was asking to be ripped. I just couldn't help myself, he wanted it.' What if she's mirroring the man who raped her?" Reid suggested, his hypothesis making a great deal of sense.

"Our Sex Crimes files are stored in the same place as Homicide, most of it washed away." The detective stated, suspecting that was going to be the next question.

"Did your dad have a partner?" JJ asked, figuring it was worth a shot.

"Uh yeah, J.R. Smith; Smitty they call him." Will responded. "They had a falling-out, I don't know what about, but they stopped talking after my daddy left Sex Crimes."

"Would you have a problem contacting him?" Gideon questioned.

"Not if it means breaking this case." He replied, pulling his phone out of his back pocket.

"Hang on a second guys-" Reid pipped up, lifting the victim's left hand, a stamp on the back of it.

"I'll be damned." Will said exasperatedly. "The stamp is admittance to the 'Mon Cherie', it's a bar on the French Quarter; 9 years ago it was called 'Jones'."

---

After a brief phone call with Garcia, being re-joined by Y/N, and dropping Reid back off at the station, the rest of the group headed to what used to be 'Jones' bar, to meet Will Lamontagne Senior's old partner to discuss the details of a call from 9 years prior.

"Smitty, how are you? Been a long time." You greeted, holding a hand out to him, as the others were stood behind you.

"I hope you got a good reason to be dragging this crap up." He answered, staying firmly in his seat.

"We were hoping you might remember being called here with our daddy 'bout 9 years ago." Will jumped in.

"Is that a joke?" Smitty scoffed.

"My name's Jason Gideon, we're with the FBI." Gideon piped up, tilting his head slightly toward JJ and Prentiss, who were stood next to him. "As you can imagine we're not typically in the business of joking around."

"They're here investigating a series of murders along the French Quarter." Y/N filled in, hoping to hurry this along.

"What's that got to do with me?" The man questioned, seeming to grow irritated by this conversation.

"We need you to tell us what happened the night you and Detective Lamontagne responded to a call from this bar." Emily answered.

"Are we missing something here?" You asked, noticing the dirty looks he was giving to you and Will.

"You two really don't know, do you?" Smitty asked. "After that night, your daddy tried to bring me up on sanctions. It was Mardi Gras, some girl claimed she was raped in this bar; I wasn't buying it."

"What did she say happened to her?" JJ asked, quietly assuming the same thing as you and Emily; this guy's a prick.

"Brass backed me up. They ended up transferring your daddy out to shut him up." He replied, trying to justify it.

"What happened here?" Gideon reiterated. Apparently you three weren't the only ones who thought her was a prick.

"My best recollection, she said she was sat up at the bar with two of her friends." Smitty started, getting up from his seat, and making his way over to the staircase next to the bar. "One of the boys asked if she wanted to play some pool; witnesses claimed she was up for anything."

"She followed him up there?" Emily assumed, nodding her head to the stairs he was stood by.

"His friend not far behind, she knew he was there." He added.

"Did she yell out for help?" Emily questioned him again.

"Claimed she did, but not a single person cooperated hearing her. She was a tease, practically begging for a good time." The man stated, trying to justify it, yet again.

"And what, you were there, were you? You know that for a fact?" Y/N prodded, leaning her weight to the right foot.

"You can't blame a couple guys for going along with that." Smitty replied, crossing his arms.

"I can actually. See what you've just recollected, and the way my mama raised me; I'd class that as rape, not a disturbance." The detective snarked, her previously neglected accent bleeding through slightly, clearly not the type of person to take shit from anybody; especially pig-headed men.

"It was Mardi Gras. Listen to me, that girl had enough beads hanging around her neck to jewel a small city. Anyone exposes themselves that much in one day isn't a reliable witness in my book." He addressed, sitting himself at the bar.

"But she wanted to press charges?" Will questioned; five for five, wow this asshole sucks.

"I told her it was a waste of time-" Smitty started, before being cut off.

"Oh wow, the only societally correct thing you've said today." Y/N interjected, rolling her eyes at his next comment.

"Besides, I knew one of the accused; he was a good kid. He didn't need the stink of that kind of accusation." He continued.

"So you protected a rapist?" Gideon confronted, sitting on the barstool next to him, which caused the other man to scoff.

"Well, that right there was a bone of contention between their daddy and I. As far as I was concerned, no rape ever took place." Smitty said. "Now, you wanna tell me why you went and dragged this dirt back through my life?"

"We have good reason to believe that the person who's been cutting men up along the French Quarter was the victim on the call you and our dad responded to." Y/N stated, a slight smug look crossing her face when she saw his face drop.

"We need her name." Gideon added a few moments later.

"You don't remember her name?" Emily questioned, with a slightly defeated look on her face; this son of a bitch.

"It was nine years ago." He argued.

"What about the name of the 'good kid' that raped her?" JJ quipped.

"You tell us right now, or I swear to whatever God's listening that I'll file another sanction against you, and I'll make it stick. Better yet, have you arrested by these guys for obstruction of justice, and withholding critical information from an ongoing federal investigation." The detective exclaimed, seeing him lower his head slightly.

---

Back at the station, after picking up the 'good kid' aka Mr Tibideaux, JJ and Emily were sat in the interrogation room with him, Y/N stood in the corner as a precaution and intimidation strategy Hotch suggested.

"Mr Tibideaux, we need you to answer a few questioned about a disturbance you were involved with in 1998." Prentiss started, folding her arms over her chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He answered; typical.

"At a bar called 'Jones'. It was Mardi Gras." JJ filled in, causing the suspect to chuckle.

"You know, then I must've been drinking or something, cause I don't remember a thing." The boy responded.

"We need the name of your accuser." Emily said, deciding to try a new angle, and just get straight to the point.

"The statue of limitations is up, we just need a name." JJ reiterated, not wanting to hear a 'I didn't do anything' speech.

"Someone accuses me of rape, I'm gonna remember their name." The raven-hair agent stated, moving to sit down.

"You know, I'm guessing if someone did do something to that girl that night, then she was probably asking for it. Maybe even liked it." Mr Tibideaux replied, trying to irritate the three of them.

"How'd you know it was a girl? Guy's get raped, too, y'know?" Y/N questioned, deciding to ignore her brother's instructions; don't get involved, just stand there. Only intervene if thing's start to get dicey.

The guy's face fell; they had him. One more blow, and they'd have the name, and hopefully catch her in time.

"She murdered these men," JJ explained, laying out the pictures of the bodies from the case file on the table in front of him. "And I'm guessing it's only a matter of time before she works her way back to the one she really wants to kill."

"You still think she liked it?" Emily asked, leaning back in her chair.

Sarah Danlin, 1141 Sherman Avenue. Dropped out of med-school at Tulane right after the rape occurred.

Emily, Gideon, Will, and Morgan headed to her address, while you, Hotch, JJ, and Reid went to a motel room she rented an hour prior, after Reid earlier pointed out that after the double murder, Jack the Ripper mutilated and dismembered Mary Kelly in her one room flat.

"FBI! Drop the knife!" Hotch shouted, bursting inside with Reid trailing behind him, you and JJ mirroring them, guns drawn and pointed at her.

"He wanted it." Sarah said, staying firmly in her place on the bed. "He wanted it, and he got it."

"What are you waiting for?" She asked, turning to face you.

"Sarah, I don't want to shoot you, trust me. Just put the knife." Y/N explained, inching slightly further toward her, and holstering your firearm.

"Be a shame to waste this." The woman stated, the weapon still in her hand.

"Hey, Sarah- Look at me, okay? My name's Y/N Lamontagne, you remember my dad, right? You trusted him, because he believed you; I believe you, too, so trust me." You negotiated, moving a little closer to her, noticing her expression soften.

"Where is he?" Sarah questioned, her voice wavering slightly.

"He's gone, the storm took him. We've been getting your letters, though; me and my brother, that is. We believe you. So put down the knife, and we can get you help, okay?" The detective explained.

"Come on, it's over." Y/N said, as a tear fell down the woman's face, and her grip on the knife loosened, before dropping it on the mattress.

"We need EMT techs, right now." Hotch said through comms, as Sarah got off the bed, and you cradled her close to your chest, your heart aching for her. "Sh, sh, sh- It's okay."

Once the paramedics loaded the would-be-victim into the ambulance, and Sarah was carted off in one of the New Orleans PD squad cars, JJ approached you as you were leant against another police car after she finished up talking to the press.

"Hey, you okay?" The liaison asked, tilting her head to the side. God, how does she look so pretty all the time?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just gets a bit heavy, sometimes." Y/N responded, wiping the palm of her right hand over her face.

"What you did in there-" JJ started, looking slightly closer at the detective's face, her eyes glassing over a bit. "Your dad would be really proud of you." She spoke.

"Well, I did serve my country because of him, so I should think he would be." The woman brushed off, not letting her face show how much those words meant to her.

"You're a military brat?" The blonde questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Not exactly. Though, I apologise; I don't usually mention the whole army-get-up until the third date." Y/N stated, clicking her tongue and sighing softly. "And now you're leaving; how will I cope with a pretty girl like you being so far away?"

"Doesn't have to be that far." JJ shrugged, handing the other woman a piece of paper.

Unfolding it, the detective furrowed her eyebrows slightly. "I already have your work number."

"That's actually my personal cell; only like a handful of people have it." The liaison explained, bumping shoulders with her.

"Oh yeah? I'm that important to you, am I?" The other woman joked, pocketing the piece of paper.

"Up to you." JJ said, before standing up straight, kissing your cheek, and walking away. "See ya."

"Stop being a weirdo." Will spoke after a few moments, pulling you from your thoughts, as you watched JJ walk away. "Cmon, it's hometime."

"I'm gonna marry that girl one day." Y/N stated, turning to face her brother, which caused him to scoff.

"In your dreams." He said, getting into the driver's side of the cop car.

"Damn right, in my dreams." You muttered, before walking around the back of the car, and getting into the passenger seat.

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[classypauli]

She’s the Man

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem Reader A/N: You guys... this one drained me out. I still can´t believe the feedback I´m getting. You are the best!! From the bottom of my heart thank you 🤍 happy reading ;) Warning: grammar mistakes, spelling errors Word count: 3.7k

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Chapter 4

It was friday afternoon, Y/N was sitting in her last class, looking out of the window. She wasn´t listening to her professor. Her mind was currently thinking about the spider web she was put in. Or more like she created.

It was her fault as well. If she had been more careful and more unnoticing, this wouldn´t be this hard. And to be honest? What was she even thinking? She really thought that everything would go back to normal?

She wasn´t Charlie and she would never be. Even when they were twins. Same yet so different.

She let herself be lost a little and completely forgot about her brother. Her friends now know her as her, they know her personality, what she likes and dislikes, her hobbies, and how she acts. But they don´t know her by her name. Confusing. How is she even going to explain this? Or would they act like she wasn´t him the whole time?

Before she even noticed, her professor already ended the lesson. She slowly picked herself up from the chair, took her books, and walked out of the class. Y/N made her way to her locker, opened it, and found some paper. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. What is this? It wasn´t hers, she was sure of it. The tall girl looked around the hallway if she would catch someone but nothing. She pushed it in her bag and walked away to her dorm.

This morning Mason texted her, reminding her of today´s plan. Georgie offered them his house, actually his parent´s house, but he didn´t want to hear them saying that. They are probably going to order some takeout, play some games, and have fun. Y/N was pretty excited.

She was now taking an afternoon nap. She loved afternoon naps but the worst thing about them was when you fell into a deep sleep and woke up with a sweaty forehead, barely knowing where were you or what year was.

She talked a little with her brother, he was slowly ending his tour and should be home next week. She didn´t tell him about her. About Jenna. Y/N didn´t know why but she wanted to push it as far as she could. The girl didn´t want to think about it if she didn´t have to yet. That´s probably her worst habit of her, leaving everything to the last minute.

„Go! What are you doing?!“ Georgie shouted as he stood up from a couch with a controller in his hand. They were playing a Mario Kart, competed against each other and some were a little more competitive than others.

Y/N and Mason laughed at him, holding their stomach in the process, tears in their eyes. Oh boy, it´s been a long time since they were laughing this hard. Georgie´s character crashed his car into a wall and couldn´t move from the spot. He was so frustrated by it that he was yelling the whole time with his legs moving up and down.

„Shut up! I can´t concentrate!“ they kept laughing, now leaning into one another, Mason´s arm around her shoulders still having a fit of laughter. He was playing against Hunter who was calmly laying on the couch, his character riding his car without any trouble. He slowly made it to the finish line and looked up at the boy beside him smirking slowly.

„This was unfair!“ he shouted at them making excuses for how his controller was broken and telling them how he wanted to go again.

They argued a little but he wasn´t giving up so they gave him one more chance. Which was by the way failure again. So he just folded his arms and sat on the couch, pouting like a little boy. It was so much fun.

This whole thing was Mason´s idea and it was, to be honest, so fine. As the girls were in the kitchen, the boys were in the living room waiting for them to be finished while playing some video games. They were making homemade pizza and some pasta. Gideon was amazing in the kitchen, she knew everything and it was clear this was her thing. She was enjoying it so much.

While making the food, the girls were drinking red wine. They weren´t drunk, saying that they were just tasting the wine. Well, whatever works for you.

After they finished everybody went into the living room. Relaxing music was heard around the room, Y/N was sitting in the big armchair, quietly enjoying the pizza while listening to others conversations. They talked about school, the next football match, their families, favorite childhood memories, and more. It was relaxing, seeing her favorite people getting along, and laughing together.

Through the night they got to play Monopoly, Uno and even started singing songs. They got pretty drunk but not much. Y/N with the urge to pee stood up to go to the bathroom, she made it there, did her thing, and was now washing her hands. Y/N felt arms around her from behind, hugging her, head in between her shoulder blades. By the hands, she knew who it was. The girl turned around and was met with Jenna´s eyes, her chin now on her chest, looking up in her eyes. She was more clingy these days, always smiling, leaning into her, or holding her hand. Y/N of course didn´t mind.

„Hi.“ Jenna smiled still looking into her eyes. Y/N looked up from her feeling a little bit shy from her gaze.

„Uhm... how´s going?“ Y/N asked making a thin line with her lips as she looked down at the smaller girl again.

„Amazing.“ That was all she said. The wine got her a little but she didn´t want to admin it. Jenna now felt a lot more confident and relaxed. Most of the time when she is around you she feels nervous, but not in a bad way, more like she can even feel her heart beating in her chest. With a little help from wine, she wasn´t even noticing that now.

„Why don´t you want me?“ Suddenly it got quiet, you could start hearing your breathing. Jenna asked the question in a low voice, as she was afraid of your answer. You raised an eyebrow at her, not getting her question. When did she get the idea of you not liking her?

„I don´t understand.“ Jenna kept looking at you with her eyes getting lost in yours, looking almost desperate.

She sighed and now put her forehead against your sternum with closed eyes „Every time we have a moment you rush away from me.“ She got even more quiet after that, in this position she felt vulnerable. „It hurts me when you do that.“

You put one hand against her back and the other on her head, hugging her, you kissed her head slowly swaying her to the sides.

Now you were outside. In the backyard of the house, there were loungers with blankets and pillows. It was the perfect time of the year when Saturn was most visible in the dark like this.

They were lying down looking at the sky above them, pointing at constellations and falling stars. You were lying down in Jenna´s lap leaning against her chest and her lying on the lounger. She had her hands around you, slowly stroking your hair, blanket over your legs. She was again in your hoodie, she decided that it was now her favorite type of clothing. You gave it to her when you saw goosebumps on her arms from the cold.

Others went to sleep, saying they were too tired, some fell asleep right on the couch, like Georgie, and others managed to make it into the guest room.

Y/N and Jenna were still lying there, alcohol which was in their bodies already faded. The taller girl was thinking about what Jenna said to her, and how she felt. Y/N doesn´t want her to suffer. She doesn´t deserve it. This unfair feeling towards Jenna is growing. It grew to the stage where she knew, she needed to do something about it.

You slowly looked up at her, she was looking up at the stars, with her hands still in your hair. She felt you move and saw you staring at her. You told her to switch and now you were the one leaning into lounger. She was standing above you, not knowing where to put herself. It was cute but you also felt a little bad, she was doing it because she didn´t want you to be uncomfortable.

Y/N opened her arms, waiting for the smaller girl to join her. Her eyes flashed and she slowly sat into your lap sideways, arms around each other. Both of you were looking at the stars above you, sharing heath between bodies. With your arms strongly around her, she felt protected. It was just you and her, in this position, silently watching the endless universe. It created a feeling that when you two are together, you can manage to do anything. You got her, she got you.

You were having convos about most random things. Each time you said something funny, she laughed and you hugged her a little tighter. You both stopped and now you remembered her words in the bathroom from not long ago.

„I´m sorry...“ you started looking at her „I didn´t want you to feel unwanted.“ Stroking her hair behind her ear. She furrowed her eyebrows softly, looking down at your hands around her. She knew what you were talking about.

Jenna smiled almost sadly at you „No it´s okay I understand-„

„No, please... let me explain.“ You put your finger against her lips, shutting her down, her big eyes now giving you their full attention.

„I... I want you to know that I didn´t mean to make you feel like that...“ you gulped, not knowing how to explain to her in the best way. 

„...I-I just... there´s something I´m currently dealing with and...“ you looked up from your lap where she was sitting to her face. You cared about her, more than you even realize. You wanted to say everything to her, what´s bothering you, how you feel, why you act like this. She deserves to know. Jenna wanted to know it too, it was clear to her it was something serious. But she didn´t want to push you, she wanted to have your full trust.

You thought about the right words to use, but in this position, with Jenna on your lap, arms around each other, looking into one another with so much adoration... your mind just said the most important words. To make her feel better.

„I want you Jenna.“ You whispered gently.

Jenna breathed out the air from her lungs as a stone fell from her heart. She was preparing herself to hear that you only like her as a friend or that you aren´t looking for a relationship right now, which she would absolutely understand. But it would hurt her a little, she didn´t want to lie. That´s what she deserves for turning down every guy who ever looked her way.

But hearing you say those words. She shook with excitement. The girl pushed herself up, and sat into your lap with her thighs on your sides now, looking at you with her soft doe eyes.

You grabbed the smaller girl´s thighs pulling her a little bit more close to you. Her arms were around your neck, playing with your hair gently. Your inhales started to get harder and couldn´t breathe regularly. Jenna kept staring at you with her face relaxed and patiently waiting. With chests joined together, both of you felt your hearts beating fast. Like talking to each other, craving for their connection.

Jenna moved her hands to the sides of Y/N´s face, looking into her eyes. The tension was so strong someone could cut it with a knife.

You slowly leaned into her, bending your head to the side. She understood immediately what was happening, couldn´t believe it, finally after dreaming and craving for it for so long. Slowly following your action and connecting your lips.

Your emotions were on top, you have never felt like this. Kissing Jenna´s soft lips was so addicting. She was holding your head between her hands, pushing you closer and closer, feeling your lips touching, enjoying every move of them. She looked into your eyes, almost breathless, looking hot with her chest rising up and down, her dimples softly showing at full display. In a second she grabbed you again pulling you into another kiss, this time smiling into it.

Your chest was completed, it finally found the other heart.

The next few days went by fast, Y/N spent every day with her friends but also thinking about her issue. She feels more anxiety and now even her friends can feel it from her. She is most of the time tense or just staring blankly to nowhere, thinking about the best way how to explain it.

Right now the girl is with Jenna, they are studying for the upcoming chemistry test. A table full of books and papers, Y/N groans and lets her head fall onto the table.

,,It´s too much” she mumbles which her classmate only laughs at.

,,Come on, there´s not much left.” Trying to energize her back. Already three hours passed since they started. Y/N doesn´t hate chemistry, even though it´s definitely not her favorite, she thinks it can be a fun subject if you are learning interesting things. But right now it only brings her a headache. Y/N puts her chin on one of the books and looks at Jenna. The girl is buried in a book, focusing on her studies, looking effortlessly beautiful.

For almost her whole life it was hard for her to let someone in. She didn´t have a problem with anyone, she just trusted herself the most. If someone told her that she would meet someone with whom she would be connected like the girl in front of her she wouldn´t believe it. She adores Jenna so much, that she can´t get enough of her, there´s no topic that she would be bored of when she´s having a conversation with the girl.

She adores how she talks and the way when she´s talking she uses her hands. She adores the dimples that pop out of her cheeks when she smiles. She adores her lips and her voice and her laugh, especially the one she can´t hold and forgets to put her hand in front of her.

She adores her opinions and how she is always trying to bring the best out of others, how supportive and creative she is. Her sense of humor and her brightness.

The girl knew she liked her, more than a friend, and her feelings were only growing each time she was with her. Y/N would do anything to keep her in her life, she needs to say it to her. She´s going to do it. She doesn´t care, not anymore.

To Y/N, Jenna was special, she was someone for her only. Finally, she felt like she also deserved something just for herself. At least one time in her life she wants to be selfish, she deserves it.

Neither Y/N nor Jenna didn´t talk about the kiss, but they weren´t shy about it either. With holding hands, smiling faces, nonstop texting, and hanging around, the two girls became almost inseparable. After that night, they didn´t share another kiss, even though they should talk about it because there are many feelings unsaid.

Not knowing saving it for later may bring unwanted issues.

Charlie was walking down the street, and finally, he was back. He came yesterday and to be honest, he was pretty excited. He missed Y/N and his parents, and friends and spending time with them. Right now he is going to get a coffee at the local coffee shop, he should meet some of his friends over there who want to catch up.

,,Charlie!” he heard his friend David from one of the tables beside the window. There was sitting his friend group. "Missed you, man! How was the tour?" They ordered and started talking about everything he got to see. Showed him photos and videos, and even let them listen to some of the new music he started to make.

He was so happy that finally, he could be back. Charlie called his twin, saying that he was home already, they were going to meet tomorrow because of school. He loves his sister, what she did for him wouldn´t do to anybody. Because of her, he could go on the tour he wanted. He owes her and he is ready to do anything to repay.

,,Charlie?”

Jenna was sitting by the table, enjoying a quiet Wednesday and cool weather. Today was pretty cloudy, people were walking with their umbrellas in hands, ready to use them if the rain started. It has been like this since morning but still no sign of rain drop.

Listening to music while slowly drinking coffee, is one of the things she enjoys the most, in the back of the cafeteria, having a clear view outside of the window but also people in here. She is waiting for Emma who was still in the class, they agreed to go shopping today.

She puts her headphones down as the waitress comes to her asking if she needs anything, Jenna pays for coffee, sitting in her seat a little more. Now she´s looking out of the window, somehow her thoughts goes to you, making her smile. You are always in her mind, even when she´s not with you in the moment. Your smile and your eyes are the only things she sees these days. She likes you. You are the first person ever in her life that she thinks about like this. Her feelings are serious and she hopes yours are too. After your kiss, she can´t stop thinking about it, about your lips on hers, your hands on her body, and how you were like puzzles. You were her other half she was trying to find. Jenna wanted to be with you and she´d do anything to be with you.

„Charlie?“

Jenna heard someone call from the entrance. She raised her head and looked that way. She saw a group of people at the table opposite her. She double time checked if she saw right, at first she thought her mind was playing tricks on her but she was sure you were sitting at that table, your back to her.

She saw a girl running to you, the one who was yelling your name, you stood up and hugged her. She was now confused and felt a little jealous of the girl. It was clear you both know each other and maybe even more than she thought. She furrowed her eyebrows at you. You have never told her about any of your friends, except Mason, Hunter, or Georgie. You barely talked about your family, only mentioned your sister and that was only because she asked.

Still looking at both of you holding each other like your life depends on it. Your friend pushed herself from the hug and put her hands on both sides of your face. Jenna´s heart started bumping, harder and harder. Please no. Oh God please no.

But she stopped completely breathing when the girl kissed you, hard on the lips. And you kissed her back, holding her waist.

The brown-eyed girl´s heart broke. She has never felt pain like this like someone was strangling her. Tears started to form in her eyes, lips trembled as she watched the scene. She felt like an idiot. Was she really thinking that something could be between you? That you liked her?

She stood up from her legs and rushed out of the coffee shop around the two of you with a broken heart.

Y/N was lying in her bed, phone in her hand. Enjoying the cloudy weather. Her brother texted her about their tomorrow plan and she was excited. The girl hadn´t seen him in so long, it was strange not having him around. As she was scrolling through her social media, dying of boredom, she suddenly remembered the paper she found in her locker couple of days ago. She shoots up to her legs, pulling the folded paper out. She opened it and what she found there, wasn´t what she was expecting.

Fell for you like a kid, first time riding a bike, like a tough ground scarred their knee, you scarred my heart. My wish is, to sit with you in an old chair, in the countryside somewhere, covered in a blanket, mugs in our hands, on your shoulder is my head, watching our sunset, knees touching, sharing heat, only you can make me pleased. I´m not a love poet, yet you are my love poem.

It was a poem. She sat on her bed as her head was trying to process what her eyes just red. On the left bottom was the initial. J.

It was clearly her. Y/N told Jenna she liked poems and she was enjying writing them. Now she wrote her one. Confessing her love.

She pushed the air out of her lungs. Slowly picking her hands up to support her head. She sniffled. Y/N didn´t know why she was crying, her heart was beating too fast almost like she was having a heart attack.

She barely cried, even when she was by herself. She hated when she was crying and she hated even more when she was crying in front of others. For the girl, it was embarrassing like she was fragile. Showing her weakness. For the longest time of her life, she was fighting with this. Y/N knew it was nothing bad to show this kind of emotion. But her mind was fighting back, and her heart took it all.

To her, Jenna was everything. After reading this she realized her true feelings and that she can´t keep Jenna in this lie anymore. She stood up from the bed, looking at now raindrops falling outside, fixing herself, and rushed out of the dorm with confidence. She´s going to say it to her. She´s going to confess. Jenna will no longer know her as Charlie but as Y/N. Finally as her. And how she loves her.

But if she only knew it was too late.

next chapter

[theshiniestgemstone]

my baby- dad!gideon gemstone

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” Ruthie chanted, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet as she watched Gideon pull into the space under the trees. She could recognize his car from miles away, sometimes a little too well, often tugging Amber’s hand in store parking lots and calling out to strangers in similar vehicles.

Amber smiled, fighting to part her granddaughter’s hair straight. Ruthie had been dropped off abruptly the night before, backpack slipping off one shoulder and a rolled-up sleeping bag dragging behind her. No explanation, no extra clothes, just a hasty, “Thank you!” as the door closed. The night was filled with glitter glue and sequins (a bedazzled cross now proudly waiting to be taped to her bedroom door), macaroni and cheese shaped like stars, and two helpings of banana pudding. She eventually fell asleep nestled between her grandparents after her usual bedtime story, right after requesting a second reading of the part where the little lamb finds her way home. That was, until Jesse caught a toddler foot square to the throat around 2 a.m., grunted, grabbed his pillow, and muttered something about warfare as he made his way to the couch.

“Ruthie, just one more pigtail. Can you sit still for your grandmama?” Amber was already reaching for a pink rubber band.

Ruthie nodded solemnly, exaggerating the motion with a dramatic tilt of her chin skyward, then downward. “Yes, ma’am.”

Amber chuckled softly, smoothing down a flyaway curl before securing the final pigtail with the bright pink elastic. “There we go, sugar. All set.”

Just then, Gideon stepped out of the car, and Ruthie broke into a full sprint, her pigtails bouncing with every step. Amber pushed open the front door just in time for her to dart through it, leaping over the last two porch stairs.

“Daddy!” she squealed, launching herself into his arms.

Gideon caught her effortlessly, lifting her high into the air before settling her against his hip. “Hey there, my little sunshine. Did you have fun at Grandma's?”

She nodded with all the energy in her small body, arms flung tightly around his neck. “We made cookies, and Grandma did my hair, and I slept in the big bed!”

Amber approached with a warm smile, handing Gideon a small overnight bag. “She was an angel, mostly. Except for the midnight karate kick that sent your father to the couch. I think he’s still a little grumpy this morning.”

Gideon laughed, adjusting Ruthie on his hip as he walked into the house. “Sounds like she had a great time.”

He set her down to gather her things, the unused sleeping bag and her backpack that feels a lot lighter than when he dropped her off.

Amber leaned in to kiss Ruthie’s cheek. “You come back anytime, sweetheart.”

“I know my favorite granddaughter isn’t leaving without a goodbye,” Jesse called out from his spot on the couch, one hand lifted in a lazy wave. He stood up, stretching his neck tiredly. “Even if you did try to stop me from breathing ever again. Hit me like May May does to Judy.”

“Papa!” Ruthie squealed, breaking into giggles as she ran over to him. She wrapped her little arms around his leg, hugging him as tightly as she could.

Jesse gave her a dramatic grunt, pretending to wobble under the weight. “Mercy! Strong as your mama already."

“Bye bye!” Ruthie beamed up at him.

Jesse ruffled her hair affectionately, careful not to mess up the pigtails Amber had worked so hard on. “Bye bye, Ruthie. But next time, you’re sleeping on the couch, and I’m takin’ the big bed.”

Ruthie giggled even harder, the sound bubbling out of her as she darted back to Gideon, who was crouched by the door, carefully zipping up her tiny backpack. He glanced up at her with a soft smile, then affectionately patted the top of her head. Across the room, Amber and Jesse exchanged a knowing look, the kind shared by people who had once stood exactly where Gideon was now. Amber’s smile was warm with pride, while Jesse’s held just a hint of mischief behind the sleep-deprived squint.

As they made their way back to the car, Ruthie skipped along the sidewalk, her hand clasped in Gideon’s, swinging between them with each step. She chattered nonstop, describing her glittery crafts, how many marshmallows she’d gotten in her hot cocoa, and the “very, very loud snore” Grandpa made when he fell asleep watching TV.

Gideon listened closely, nodding along and prompting her with little hums and questions. He treasured these moments, when she was still small enough to want to share everything, when the world was still simple and full of wonder.

“We goin’ home?” Ruthie asked as he opened the car door.

“Not quite yet, bug,” he said, lifting her into the car seat. “We’ve gotta pick up a few things first… and then go see your mama at the hospital.”

“The hopipal?” she repeated, brow furrowing as she tried to sound it out. “Mama sick?”

“No, not at all, love bug,” he reassured her gently, brushing a curl from her cheek as he fastened the chest buckle. “She’s perfectly okay.”

He paused for a beat, letting the moment settle before giving her a wide smile. “She just had your baby brother.”

Ruthie’s eyes went wide, her mouth falling open in a perfect little “O” before breaking into a bright, gap-toothed grin. “Baby brother?” she gasped, her voice high and breathless.

Gideon nodded, double-checking the car seat straps with a soft tug before kissing her forehead. “That’s right, baby girl. You’re a big sister now.”

Her legs kicked with excitement, thumping against the seat as she clapped her hands together. “I gonna be the best big sister ever! I can help! I can hold him!”

“I know you will,” Gideon said, heart full, as he closed the door gently. He took a breath before climbing into the driver’s seat, the weight of the day settling into his shoulders, but so did the joy. Ruthie babbled behind him, already planning lullabies and which of her toys she’d share, and all he could think was how lucky he was to love someth, someone, this much.

Ruthie’s whole face lit up, the excitement nearly too big for her tiny body. She wiggled in her seat, hands clapping together in pure joy. “I got a brother! I got a brother!”

Gideon laughed, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “You sure do, and he’s waitin’ to meet you. But we gotta stop and pick up a little present first, remember? So he knows how lucky he is to have you.”

Ruthie nodded seriously, like this was the most important mission she’d ever been given. “Okay, Daddy. I gonna be the best sister ever.”

Gideon smiled as he closed the door carefully, heart just about bursting at the seams. As he slid into the driver’s seat, he stole a glance at her through the rearview mirror, her face pressed up against the window, already babbling excitedly to herself about all the things she was gonna teach her baby brother.

“Yeah, bug,” Gideon murmured to himself, starting the engine. “He’s real lucky to have you.”

Ruthie perused the walls of toys and baby items like it was the most serious job she’d ever had. Every few seconds she’d gasp or hum thoughtfully, reaching up with her little hands to touch something. Rattles, a stuffed giraffe, a colorful teether. But none of them were good enough for her baby brother.

Gideon followed her slowly, hands tucked into his pockets, a patient smile pulling at his lips. But after about thirty minutes of Ruthie picking something up, inspecting it carefully, and then setting it back down with a decisive little shake of her head, he dragged a hand down his face with a quiet groan.

“Your mama’s doin’ all the shoppin’ with you when you get older,” he muttered under his breath, watching as Ruthie picked up a tiny blue blanket and held it to her cheek for a moment.

She turned to him, beaming. “Daddy! It’s soft!”

He chuckled, stepping closer. “It is, bug. You think your brother would like that?”

Ruthie nodded so hard her pigtails bounced. “I want to give him this. And the bear.” She pointed to a small, fuzzy teddy bear on the shelf nearby.

Gideon grabbed them both, balancing them under one arm. “Perfect choices. Let’s go meet your brother.”

Ruthie held his hand tightly as they made their way to the register, practically buzzing with excitement. Gideon squeezed her hand gently, thinking again how proud he was, and how much life was about to get even sweeter.

The second they walked into the hospital lobby, Ruthie lit up like a firecracker. She tugged and swung on Gideon’s hand, practically skipping in place as her little sneakers squeaked on the tile floor.

“We’re here! We’re here!” she sang, her voice echoing way too loud for the quiet halls.

Gideon shushed her gently, bending down to scoop her up onto his hip. “Easy, bug. Gotta use our inside voices in here, remember?”

Ruthie put a tiny finger to her lips and whispered, “Okay, daddy,” though the second he set her down, she was off again, bouncing toward the nurse's station.

One of the nurses looked up and immediately smiled. “Well, aren’t you just the cutest thing!”

Ruthie beamed proudly, practically glowing with excitement. In her small, sticky hands, she clutched two smiley-face stickers—one yellow, one blue—and a glittery unicorn sticker she’d insisted be put on her shirt “so the baby knows it’s me.” She also had a colorful handful of suckers, wrappers crinkling like candy jewels, her fingers fanned out protectively around them as if they were treasure.

“She’s here to meet her baby brother,” Gideon told the front desk nurse with a smile, signing the check-in sheet with a familiar flick of his wrist.

“Oh, then she needs the special outfit!” another nurse behind the desk exclaimed, her voice bright with excitement. She disappeared behind the counter in a flurry of cheerful rustling.

Ruthie stood on her toes, trying to peek, bouncing with anticipation. “What outfit?” she whispered, eyes wide.

A moment later, the nurse returned with a child-sized blue hospital gown, the bottom carefully trimmed so she wouldn’t trip over it, and an even tinier matching mask printed with little clouds and cartoon stethoscopes.

“For me?” Ruthie gasped, pressing the suckers to her chest with one hand, as if she couldn’t possibly hold more joy.

“For you, sweetheart,” the nurse said warmly, crouching down to her level. “You’re a big sister now. Gotta look the part!”

Gideon chuckled and set her suckers down on the counter for a moment before kneeling. “Alright, come here, Dr. Ruthie,” he said, helping guide her arms through the small sleeves. The fabric rustled softly as he tied the gown in the back with practiced fingers, then gently secured the mask around her tiny ears, brushing her curls aside with a gentle touch.

“You look like a real doctor now,” he said, reaching out to tweak her nose.

Ruthie giggled behind her mask, her eyes scrunching up with delight. She adjusted her gown with a few official-looking tugs and smoothed the front with both hands. “I gonna be the boss doctor. Like the one on TV with the shiny shoes.”

“Then we better get you to your patient,” Gideon grinned, scooping up her candy and offering her his hand.

They walked together down the hallway, Ruthie’s little sneakers squeaking on the polished floor, her gown fluttering behind her like a cape. Nurses and orderlies smiled as they passed, nodding to the serious little girl with the candy-colored arsenal and the important new title of big sister.

When they reached the NICU, Ruthie slowed, her small hand tightening in Gideon’s. Her wide eyes scanned the softly lit room through the large glass window, where warm amber lights cast a calm glow over rows of incubators and softly beeping machines. Nurses moved quietly between the cribs like whispers in scrubs, their voices hushed, their footsteps gentle.

Inside, everything looked smaller than she expected—tiny beds with quilted blankets, stuffed animals no bigger than her palm, and babies who looked more like dolls than real people. Her forehead touched the glass as she leaned forward, her breath fogging a small spot.

“Are they all babies?” she whispered, tilting her head.

“Mm-hmm,” Gideon murmured, crouching beside her. “They’re all just brand new, like your little brother. Some need a little extra help before they go home.”

Ruthie nodded slowly, processing it with all the seriousness of someone taking a very important job. “Is he tiny too?”

Gideon smiled. “He’s the tiniest Gemstone I’ve ever seen.”

Just then, a nurse spotted them from inside the unit and smiled, gesturing for them to come in. She opened the door with a soft click, and the scent of antiseptic and lavender drifted out. Ruthie took a deep breath like she was preparing to step on stage, holding her head high as her gown fluttered lightly at her sides.

Gideon gently guided her in with a hand on her back. “Ready, big sister?”

Ruthie nodded solemnly, her little chin lifted. “Ready.”

Gideon gently scooped Ruthie up into his arms again so she could see better, lifting her high enough for her to peer over the clear plastic walls of the incubator. Her big brown eyes grew wide with wonder as they took in the tiny baby inside.

The little one was bundled carefully in a soft, white cotton blanket, his delicate skin slightly rosy with a faint, healthy glow under the warm, radiant heat lamp above. Tiny monitoring sensors connected by thin, almost invisible wires, rested lightly on his chest and limbs, keeping track of his heartbeat and breathing. A small nasal cannula supplied just enough oxygen to help his lungs, which were still maturing after arriving a bit early at 33 and a half weeks.

“Why is he in a box?” Ruthie whispered, her small finger tapping lightly against the smooth plastic wall of the incubator. Her brow furrowed with concern, her voice barely above a breath. “Was he bad?”

Gideon smiled softly against the crown of her head, wrapping his arms around her a little tighter. He thought of how Judy had once teased Ruthie—saying she’d shove her in a box and mail her away if she didn’t stop picking at the potted plants. At the time, Ruthie had cried, bewildered, but now she was beginning to understand the way jokes could sound serious when you’re little.

“No, baby, he wasn’t bad at all,” Gideon murmured gently. “He just came into the world a little early. Sometimes, when babies arrive too soon, their bodies need extra help.”

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his voice steady and warm. “The incubator is like a cozy little house for him. It keeps him warm and safe, just like a big hug, because he’s too small to keep himself warm like you can.”

Ruthie’s eyes searched his face, looking for reassurance. “So he’s not scared?”

“No, sweetheart. He’s very safe.” Gideon kissed the top of her head. “The doctors and nurses watch over him all the time. They give him everything he needs to grow strong. He gets warm, food, and just the right amount of air to help his tiny lungs.”

Ruthie pressed her little palm against the glass, tilting her head as she studied him seriously.

“He’s real little,” she said softly.

“Yeah,” Gideon whispered back, his throat tightening. “And he's real cute, just like his big sister.”

The nurses gently settled Ruthie carefully into the wide, cushy recliner near the window, stacking two pillows behind her back so she wouldn’t slip down. She wiggled excitedly at first, kicking her feet until Gideon placed a steady hand on her knee.

“Remember, bug, still like a statue,” he said, tapping the tip of her nose.

The nurse chuckled warmly and helped maneuver Ruthie’s tiny hands, gently guiding her arms into a safe position across her lap. He moved carefully around the cords and monitors, her hands sure and practiced, murmuring soft encouragements all the while.

"Alright, sweet girl," the nurse said. "Hold real still, just like we practiced. We're gonna set your baby brother right here, okay?"

Ruthie nodded solemnly, her big brown eyes wide behind her mask. She held her breath, hands frozen in place as if she were made of stone. Gideon hovered protectively at her side, his hand resting on the back of the chair, ready to jump in if needed. His heart thudded painfully in his chest as he watched the nurse lift the swaddled bundle carefully out of the incubator. The baby was so small, smaller than any of Ruthie’s dolls, but he squirmed a little, letting out a soft, croaky noise as the nurse settled him gently into Ruthie’s waiting arms.

Ruthie let out a tiny, amazed gasp.

“He’s so little,” she whispered, blinking hard to keep her arms still. “Like a peanut.”

Gideon smiled, blinking a few times himself. “Yeah, bug,” he said softly. “He’s our little peanut.”

The baby let out a soft sigh, his tiny head nuzzling into Ruthie’s chest. She beamed so wide behind her mask it crinkled her eyes, sitting absolutely still and proud, like she was cradling the most important thing in the world.

“You’re my brother,” she whispered down to him, her voice wobbling slightly with awe. “And I’m your sister.”

Gideon cleared his throat, swiping quickly at his eyes.

“Doing real good, Ruthie girl,” he said, his voice rough. “Mama’s gonna be so proud when she sees how good you’re being.”

“Daddy?” Ruthie whispered, tilting her head carefully without moving her arms.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can we keep him?”

Gideon laughed, a real, full laugh that cracked the tightness in his chest wide open. “Yeah, love bug. We get to keep him forever,” he said, patting his pocket for his phone. He froze mid-reach for his phone, his heart lurching at the sudden panic in Ruthie’s voice.

“He’s my baby!” she wailed, her whole little body starting to tremble. Tears welled up in her big eyes, slipping down her cheeks even as she tried to stay perfectly still.

Finn stirred at the sound, his tiny face scrunching up before he let out his own soft, pitiful wail in response, his little fists bunching at the air.

“Oh, buddy. It’s okay,” Gideon soothed, stepping quickly closer, one hand steadying Ruthie’s shoulder, the other gently adjusting Finn’s blanket so he stayed snug against her.

The nurse rushed back over, crouching beside Ruthie’s chair. “It’s alright, sweetheart. He’s just telling us he hears you. He knows your voice already, isn’t that special?”

Ruthie hiccupped, trying her hardest to be brave, but her bottom lip trembled. “He’s cryin’ ‘cause I scared him.”

“No, love bug,” Gideon said gently, kneeling in front of her so he could meet her eyes. “He’s crying ‘cause he loves you. He hears you talking to him and he knows you’re his sister.”

Ruthie sniffled hard, looking down at Finn’s tiny, scrunched-up face. She adjusted her arms just a little, curling around him instinctively. “I got you, baby brother,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I’m not gonna let you go.”

Finn let out another soft noise, but then he settled again, his tiny body relaxing completely against her chest. Gideon exhaled a long, shaky breath and brushed Ruthie’s hair back from her damp cheeks.

“You’re doin’ so good, baby,” he said. “You’re already the best big sister he could ever have.”

Ruthie nodded fiercely, blinking away more tears. She looked so determined, her tiny arms straining with the effort of holding him safely, even though she was still so little herself.

“Can you give me one big smile for mama?” He asked, crouching down for a better angle.

He couldn’t stop himself snickering at her face, red and blotchy from crying but she’s trying her hardest to smile. She looks almost terrified, either of her feelings or Finn, but he smiles warmly. This was going to be his lock screen for years to come.