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titanicfreija · 1 year

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"You didn't tell me?"

"Huh?"

"About the Final Death thing."

Freija stopped at the corner of the den and the inlet for bedrooms, and she crossed her arms to lean on the wall. Sunny worked on her sand table with the cover on, apparently not wanting anyone to watch her work but still wanting to work.

".... No. I decided that you didn't need to know. We learned our lessons without that information and you didn't need to be frightened of something that already didn't happen. If you ever need to know it again, we're probably in more trouble than we can get out of. So, no. I didn't tell you."

Freija nodded slowly with a frown and eased off the wall to pace into the living room. "That makes perfect sense, but it still feels kinda like you lied to me? For my sanity, I guess, 'cos you're right, I would have had nightmares. Would have been afraid to fight Hive for a long time."

"I'm glad you see my point."

"Okay, fine."

"How bad is it?"

"Bothering me? Only some..." Freija drifted off as she started over, going first to the kitchen, then to the den. "You dealt with it by yourself. Lived with that lesson and that fear like that. 'cos you did know."

"Yes. And I'm so, so glad you prioritize your fire. If you had known the threat posed, you would have attacked the Knight without it, and we would have died. If you waited on me, we would have died. That whole thing turned out real well for us, and looking back too hard on how it might not have wasn't going to help."

Freija poured some salvaged wine into a wineglass-shaped plastic cup and looked through to check for contaminants. The sand table opened noisily, allowing a few inches for Sunny to peek out and narrow at her Guardian.

"Underground in the right spots counts as cool and dry," Freija remarked, sipping and hiding her flinch.

"If this kills you, I'm leaving you down until I decide not to."

"Love you!"

A hush fell as Freija sipped her drink and Sunny continued digging into the sand with off-rhythm hissing crunches.

"I was so proud of you," Sunny said eventually.

"Hm?"

"You incinerated the thrall and you turned around as it hit me. And your fire dimmed, and your face fell and the glow in your eyes faded... And then you pulled in the Light and charged in. My Guardian was--and still is-- brave and strong. And I was so proud of you."

Freija blushed and pulled her legs up. "I don't remember any of that. I remember being really really fucking scared." Her eyes watered again. "I felt it in my core, it's why I call you my soul, that shit-- that relic skipped armor and flesh and bones and cut through my heart and I felt that chill." She blinked the tears away and smiled as she wiped her face clear. "My fire felt like coming out of the methane. It wrapped around me and sank in. And I had to kill him and I could, so I did. Dumped that... Was it a retrofuturist or a wishbringer...? One of those crucible ones."

"A wishbringer."

"Oh, right, you actually have the whole thing still in there, huh."

"I still have the whole thing still in here, yes," agreed Sunny distantly. "I didn't know you felt it like that."

"He was sucking the Light out of my soul, of course I felt it like that."

"You felt it and you didn't know it could kill us?"

"Not... I pretended there was still question. I knew, but I didn't know." She busied her mouth with some wafers from rations. "Fucker took six shots before that fucking chitin gave in. He couldn't do shit after the first one. What're you doing in there? You gonna finish any time soon?"

Sunny grunted affirmatively. "This is abstract. Do not say anything about it. Anything at all."

"Yes, ma'am."

The cover slid back enough for Sunny to fly out and then she closed it again, as set by a special switch for the purpose, and turned the cover transparent.

The tiny crosshatch of string lights illuminated the bed of sand and its winding, edged up patterns, apparently going in a rectangle to fill in the space a ring at a time. "What do you call a rectangular spiral?"

"I think it's still a spiral. Don't talk, you're scaring me."

"I love you, Sunny, I pass no judgement, I'm just looking at it."

She liked it, but abstract indeed-- she had no idea what the hell it was. The spiral started (or ended) in the corner. The inch-wide "band" went around and around with different shapes filling the inch-wide space in different intervals. The round shell had been manipulated to create fishscale and arrows in all directions; and stripes, dots, lines in varieties that Freija didn't think would be possible with a Ghost shell of any shape.

"So... How... Dextrous? Would you say you are, in the realm of Ghosts?"

Sunny whirled her Dawning Lotus petals merrily. "About a nine on a ten scale. I could win competitions. I have won competitions. That was a very long time ago."

Freija laughed. "You guys had, what, races and dance-offs and stuff? Sounds awesome."

"And things like carrying stuff or flight... Uh... sort of like performance flying? It's like dancing but with a much bigger dance floor and you have to be moving at least five clicks an hour with tiny exceptions."

((I have invented a thing!))

"Sounds awesome," Freija repeated. She nodded at the table with a smile, then returned to the couch.

"Yeah. Sometimes we would catch rides between planets and playing those little games were good ways to pass the time."

"Do you miss it?" Sunny turned to see Freija lifting curious brows at her. "I wanna see anyway, do these things still happen?"

Sunny froze in the air. "I honestly don't know if paired-up Ghosts do it. I remember thinking they were all stuffy, back then."

Freija and Sunny giggled together and Sunny drifted over as Freija held a hand out to 'hold'. "Was that another one of those ways you turned out to be wrong? Or decided you weren't going to be like that and was wrong?"

"That one. I thought I would be so much more independent and would keep dancing and drawing.... and I completely forgot about all of it."

They giggled again. "I'm glad I could remind you," the Guardian said chipperly. "Did you have friends in those circles?"

"Some." Sunny clicked harshly. "We would treat the ones that found their Guardians like the dead, talk about how we would never see them again. I forgot about all of it! Peach still floats around in the Tower, I don't think she's even looking for hers anymore. She's hilarious, we used to talk about how we thought foods might taste."

"Yeah?"

Sunny pulled closed sheepishly. "Yeah, she'd be right along smashing cookies with me."

"Awesome."

"Shadow used to do aerials but I don't know if he has since he found his Guardian, and that was a long time ago."

"If you can get the Ghosts, I'll talk to the Guardians and menace as needed, I'll get one of my big ships and we can do a thing," Freija offered with a crooked smile.

"... Yeah?"

"Yeah. I don't think anyone would say no, but just in case, I have hammers." Freija got up to look at the sand again and cocked her head to a side. "Nope," she muttered.

"It's not about what you see, it's about how it makes you feel," Sunny explained. "It's also a story."

Freija nodded firmly, but her brow creased with confusion. "'kay. Well. For how... It makes me feel..." She stood back and pressed her lips as she considered her answer. "It doesn't make me feel anything, but if it's a story, it's winding and deeper than it looks and going by the bubbly middle bit, ends well."

Sunny's light blinked and she whirred curiously at her Guardian. "Where in that thick skull are you keeping that stuff?"

The Titan shrugged helplessly.

@annieruok94

#destiny 2 #d2 #ocs #writing #freija #sunny #prose

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inkrabbit · 2 years

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The Blood of the Covenant

just a quick drabble thing I did for a young Nihil being comforted by his ghoul

He's still shaking, the sound of her voice ringing in his head as he sits behind his desk, his head down on the tabletop and his arms covering himself. It's a pathetic attempt to hide from the world – to hide from the emotions he felt after their little spat.

“I'm your mother! How dare you talk to me like that?!”

He bites his lip to keep it from quivering, but his heart is still pounding in his chest. He couldn't see her, but all throughout the conversation, he could make out the facial expressions he was sure she was pulling. The innocent, sickly sweet smile she used to show to their guests when they would come over before she would talk shit about them after they left. The feigned confusion whenever she was called out on her actions, whether they be in the moment or in the past. He could tell by the way she was stumbling over her words, trying to backtrack and twist them around to make them sound better. And then, clear as day, he could see the disgust on her face. The same look of disgust that haunted his nightmares when he had told her that, instead of getting a “real” job, he wanted to pursue music. The day he went off to college, she had turned her nose up at him, refused to acknowledge his existence until he “started acting right.”

“You wanted nothing to do with me all my life! But the second I become someone? You can't get enough of me!”

He lets a broken sob escape his lips. What had changed? Wasn't being a musician still a “worthless” career?

He's sure he'll get another call sometime this week from one of them. Damage control he bets. Something to salvage that fraying string of their relationship. He wonders if it'll be his father this time. The old man was always such a sucker for being the one to clean up his wife's mess.

In the midst of his self-pity, Nihil can make out the sound of footsteps drawing closer. He picks his head up, dabbing at his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater and trying his best to blink back the rest of his tears. He watches as the door opens, revealing his ghoul.

“Hey, Ares.” He's trying his best to sound normal as he gives him a smile, but the ghoul is standing in the doorway, silently staring at him. “Is... everything okay?”

“Shouldn't I be asking you that?” He finally walks the rest of the way inside the office, letting the door close behind him. He's carrying a stack of documents. No doubt it's something for Nihil to read over and sign. He's not even sure he has to mentality to do it now. But he can't let Ares know that. He has to be strong.

“Everything's just fine on my end.” He gestures to the documents, desperate to change the subject. “What's that you got there?”

“Work.” He should've known that would've been his answer. Ares never was one to be “professional” about things. Nihil just lets out a small huff.

“That really narrows it down,” he teases. But still, the ghoul just places the stack of papers on his desk. When Nihil reaches out to grab from the top, Ares slaps his hand.

“What happened to your makeup?” Nihil stares up at him, his lips pursed.

“Must've messed it up while I was rubbing my eyes.” He tries his best to give him a smile. “I haven't been sleeping the best at night, so-”

“I know you're lying.” The way he says it is so emotionless, like it's nothing to him. “What happened? Imperator?”

He's silent for a bit. “No.” He swallows thickly, his mouth quickly drying out. “It was my mother.”

“You've never talked about her.” Why would he? There wasn't anything to talk about when it came to his family. They offered him nothing.

Still, Ares is silent as he moves throughout the office, opening the doors to various cabinets. He's waiting. Nihil knows he is.

“I don't have a good relationship with my family,” he settles on. Ares stays quiet as he finally finds what he's looking for: the black and white face paint. “They always thought being a musician was a useless career. My mother wanted me to be a doctor. She said I would be good at it and that it would be good money.”

Ares lets out a soft hum as he grabs the chair that sits across from Nihil's desk. He pulls it around before sitting in front of Nihil. He opens the white face paint first, using his middle finger to collect some of it. Nihil holds still as his ghoul reaches forward, applying the makeup to his face.

“When I left for college, my parents acted like I didn't exist. They didn't even wanna say goodbye.” The memory of it all still cuts him deep. How his mother refused to speak to him after she had said her piece. His father had just given him an apologetic look, but he still stood by her side and gave him the silent treatment.

“So... what? Why is she calling?” Ares asks. He shuts the case for the white paint and pops open the black, this time swapping hands and using his left ring finger to gather up some of the paint.

“Guess she wants to see how I'm doing.” Nihil gives him a forced smile and he hears how his ghoul scoffs. “Said she saw me on the telly and how “amazing” I looked all done up.”

“She doesn't know anything about Ghost, does she?”

“Not a fucking inkling.” He tries to focus on the ghoul's warm touch, but his chest still feels tight. “I asked her why she was calling and she just said she wanted to see how I'm doing.”

“You should've hung up.”

“I felt bad.”

“Why?” The question makes him stop. Why did he feel bad?

“Because she's my mother?” In the end, he doesn't even realize what the true reasoning is, but his response earns him another scoff.

“That doesn't mean anything.” He finishes up with the makeup, looking him over. “I'd suggest you just start hanging up when one of them calls you. They don't offer anything.”

“Have you gone through this?”

“Once. With my father's side of the family.” There's a hateful look that flashes across his face. “They were all about tradition and whatnot.”

“What happened?”

Ares pauses, his jaw clenched, but he ultimately shakes his head. “It's not worth talking about, but I ended up cutting all contact with them. I didn't even acknowledge them at any family gatherings.”

“It was that easy for you? What about everyone else?”

“What about them? I told them what happened and that if they tried to pull the same shit, I'd cut them off too.” He closes the container for the black makeup, finally standing up. “You know what they say: the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.”

He's heard that quote before. His old English professor had made his class analyze every detail of that story.

“Do you really feel that way?” Ares stares down at him. The silence makes Nihil feel antsy, but he finally sees that smirk.

“I protected you, didn't I?” He moves back throughout the office, going to where Nihil originally stored his makeup. “Could've just let Astraeus kill you and I would've been free of this whole project.”

Nihil finally smiles. “Are you saying you see us as your new family?”

“Get your work done.”

#young papa nihil #ares ghoul

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private-do-not-enter-1201 · 11 months

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The Adventures of Leo & Marcel

Well, here we are again back with our favorite Rodentia and Corvid, on an adventure.

Back in the countryside, we take a look across the corn field. The children run along to school, none the wiser of what truly lies inside. As we travel through the maze of corn, we come across a little house along the edge of the field, and inside that house sits our good friend, Leo.

As Leo sits looking out of his window on this dark and dreary day, watching as the humans go by splashing as they run giggling through the puddles. He can't help but let out a sigh, "Why did it have to rain today of all days?"

You see, today little Leo was going to go meet up with Marcel in their little section of field, but those chances are incredibly low, at least according to Leo. As Leo continues to watch the feet connect the ground as they run by, we make our way over to Marcellus.

"Well, this is unfortunate." says Marcel, as he watches the rain droplets start to fall from the sky once again.

As Marcel perches on his favorite branch under a smattering of leaves as he thinks of how to salvage this day, he sees a section of tree a bit off in the distance, "I got it!" Marcel shouted.

As Marcel takes off for the trees, determined to salvage this rainy day, we make our way back over to Leo. Here he is, still moping around not knowing what Marcel has in store for him.

Just when Leo was going to give up and go and curl up in his chair and read, he hears something, *Tink* *Tink* *Tink*.

He looks out and he sees little pieces of rock being thrown at his window. In his rush to see who was throwing rocks at his window he forgets his still in his underclothes, but sure enough as soon as he comes bursting outside to see he gets drenched.

Leo standing there looking quite stunned slowly looks down at himself and mutters a simple, "Oh."

His eyes travel up upon hearing soft chuckles from above and as he sees the intruder he speaks, "and what are you laughing at, you clumsy bird?"

There stands Marcel softly chucking at the sight before him, "Well, I'm laughing at you, you silly mouse. Now, go inside, dry off, and get dressed. I wish to show you something."

Leo sighed but as he was told. Once he was all dry and dressed, he came back, but this time he thought to bring his umbrella, "I'm not making that mistake again." he mutters.

"Now, what did you want to show me?" Leo asks Marcel.

Marcel spoke, "Well you have to come with me in order to see, Leo."

Leo gave the bird a funny little look, "How'd you think I'm supposed to do that?"

Marcel puffed up proudly, "I am going to carry you."

Leo blanched, "You what?!"

"Do not panic, little friend. Look, I found this. It's a bag so you can climb inside of it and stay dry and safe." Marcel spoke.

"Oh." Leo simply said.

As Marcel waited, he was thinking, "Oh you dumb bird, of course he doesn't want to fl-" he was halted mid thought at hearing the next exclamation.

"Let's do it!" Leo shouted as he climbed his way into the bag and got settled.

Marcel gave a happy squawk and flap of his wings as he carefully picked up his precious cargo and flew off. Meanwhile in the bag, Leo wonders what this wonderful bird has done now as he slowly drifts off to sleep with a gentle smile upon his face.

Five minutes later, Leo awakens with a start as he is jostled upon landing. He speaks, "Have we arrived yet, Marcel?"

"Yes, yes we have, my friend." Marcel speaks proudly.

As Leo peaks out from the confines of his warm bag he sees something that shocks him, in a good way of course. He sees a little shelter made of sticks and leaves, he's in awe.

Leo asks Marcel, "Yo-you did this?"

"Yes. I still wanted to have our day, so I came here and set this up." Marcel speaks proudly.

"But…we can't play anything, it's too wet." Leo says.

"Leo, it doesn't matter if we play, if we talk, whatever we do. It just matters if we do it together." Marcel tells his friend.

Leo looks at him in awe and feels like a right fool. He slowly smiles and sheepishly says, "Yes, you are quite right, my clumsy bird friend. You are quite right."

So, they make their way over to their little shelter. They spend their time talking and laughing about random things, and little jokes and at the end Marcel takes Leo home where they part with a happy, "Goodnight! Thank you for today!"

Leo goes inside, gets into his pajamas, lies down, and speaks to the air, "Goodnight, my fine feathered friend. Thank you for today, thank you for being my friend."

Across the field Marcel settles in for the night as well, "Goodnight, my silly little friend. Thank you for being there with me. Thank you for accepting me. Thank you for being my friend."

As both animals fall asleep, they do so with a smile and know there are many more adventures to come.

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starlessea · 3 years

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Eye For Detail (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

Sequel to Sketchbook Confessions

Summary: You try to sketch Daryl in return. Except, you draw his smile a little crooked, and the eyes are wonky... And Daryl completely loves it.

Words: 2490

Warnings: Language.

The courtyard was still and quiet, free from the dinner-time rowdiness going on behind prison walls. Well, it was almost quiet; Daryl's scribbling over paper sounded out faintly beside you, as you watched him work. At first, he'd been opposed to the idea of company, but after a while it has become almost like a weekly tradition - in which you'd both bask in the comfortable silence together. You'd even started to bring your own notepad, in your attempts to learn how to sketch from the man.

At first, your drawings were anything but good. Sometimes, even you couldn't tell whether you'd drawn a landscape or a strange, abstract fruit bowl. Yet, Daryl was a good teacher. Where he lacked patience normally, it seemed like he had ample to spare with you. He'd shown you how to use the different charcoals, and had even come back with more art supplies after his latest run.

It was coming up to dusk, and the sky was a brilliant mix of blue and grey hues. There were clouds gathering overhead, too, and you wondered whether there was a storm brewing behind them. Your notepad remained closed over your lap, since you still hadn't gathered the confidence to open it yet. Daryl hadn't noticed, however - too absorbed in his own work to pick up on the way you tentatively thumbed over the spine of your book.

"I tried to draw a person the other day," you finally admitted, "I don't know how you do it."

Daryl stopped what he was doing, rubbing circular motions over the paper to try and blend out his charcoal lines. He looked over at you, and you laughed gently at the black fingerprints littering his cheeks.

"Who was it?" he mumbled, eyeing you as you gathered your sleeve over your hand.

You shuffled over to the man slightly, and used the material to wipe away the charcoal stains over his skin, feeling him squirm slightly beneath your touch as you did so.

"It was you," you told him, and finally he kept still.

His stare bore into you, and suddenly it felt as though you'd been set on fire. You regretted the words as they came out of your mouth, and edged away from Daryl as soon as you'd finished cleaning him up.

You cleared your throat, trying to think of an excuse you knew he wouldn't believe. You sighed, knowing it was no use.

"Well, it was a poor attempt at Daryl," you confessed, glancing down at your sketchbook sheepishly. "Maybe a Darren at best."

You'd expected him to laugh at your joke, but he didn't. Instead, he seemed intrigued. He closed his own notepad, and you worried about whether the charcoal would smudge.

"Show me." Daryl said softly, his eyes flickering over to your lap.

You bit your lip, wiping off the cover of your sketchbook before opening it.

"Don't laugh," you warned him, shaking your head slightly.

You didn't think that he would, but you suddenly felt self-conscious. You'd drawn the portrait in your cell a few nights ago when you couldn't sleep - with the page illuminated by soft lamp-light. You remembered the feeling of the linen sheets beneath you as you sprawled out over your mattress, trying your best to shade the stubborn parts. You had tried - really you had. Except, you'd discovered that art came more naturally to some than others.

"Your eyes are crooked, and I drew your nose too big." you grimaced, settling your gaze over the portrait as you inspected its faults. "I'm sorry."

In natural lighting, it looked a lot worse than you had remembered. You tried to snap the book closed, but Daryl's palm prevented you from doing so. He was silent, and you watched his eyes slowly trail over the paper, taking in all of the details.

"Fine, you can laugh," you exclaimed, overwhelmed by his lack of response. "Okay, just say something-"

"Can I keep this?" Daryl interrupted, glancing up to meet your eyes.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. It took a few seconds to comprehend his words, before you finally shook your head a little too quickly.

"No!" you cried, trying to snatch the book from his grasp. "I can draw you a better one."

Daryl didn't give up his grip, and only shook his head back at you in return.

"Nah, I wan' this one."

Any argument you had bubbling up was quickly quelled when you caught sight of his expression. He seemed deadly serious, and you felt your own fingers loosen over the sketchpad as a result. The man slipped it away from you, and brought the book onto his own lap, continuing to look over it.

"But it's bad," you retorted, weakly.

You knew you had lost at this point. You had learned your stubbornness from Daryl himself, after all. The man never was one to know when to back down.

The courtyard seemed a lot darker than it had only a few minutes ago. The clouds had gathered to be more dense and thick, and blocked out the remaining light left over from the setting sun. It would be hard to keep drawing like this, you thought - yet, Daryl seemed more preoccupied now.

"E'eryone gotta start somewhere" he told you, "an' I don' want ya to throw it out."

You watched as he trailed his charcoal-stained, calloused fingers along the page - careful not to leave any marks over the pristine, white paper. Even your sketchbooks looked worlds apart from one another. Yours was neat, each drawing labelled, and your lines clean; Daryl's was a collection of blackened fingerprints alongside scrawled handwriting, and the occasional crumpled page.

"Shoulda seen my first drawings," Daryl went on, looking out towards the field, and at the forest behind it. "Merle found one when I was a kid an' told me it was a shit donkey."

You cocked your head to the side, listening to him.

"Was meant to be superman," he explained, with an expression far too serious for his words.

You snorted, and the man whipped his head over to scowl at you.

"I'm sorry-" you choked out, not missing the way his lips quivered as they fought back a smile of his own. "I must have swallowed a bug."

Not long after that, the feeling in your gut turned out to be right. The storm clouds had finished gathering, and soon the first droplet of rain landed over your paper - smudging the line you'd just drawn. You glanced over at Daryl, but before he'd even had time to reply, the downpour started. It went from a single raindrop to a raging storm in a matter of seconds, leaving you both scrambling to collect the strewn sheets of paper and charcoal pieces trembling over the ground. With your supplies bundled up in your arms, the two of you ran towards the cellblock - yelling through the sounds of the rain along the way.

Once you had reached Daryl's cell, you were soaked through. The man had dragged you there since it was closer, but it hardly made a difference. Your shirt was stuck to your skin, and you were left clutching soggy handfuls of paper - bleeding ink over Daryl's stone floor. He helped you set down the supplies onto his desk, gathering up whatever was salvageable, and throwing the rest away. Luckily, most of the pastels and charcoals had been kept safe, but a lot of loose sheets had been sacrificed to the greater good in the process.

You laughed, taking in the sight of the man. His hair stuck damply to his forehead, and you watched as stray droplets ran over his cheeks. He quickly glanced around the room and retrieved one of his shirts, before offering it to you. You took it from him and smiled, waiting for Daryl to turn his back on you before starting to change.

"Looks like the weather had other plans," you noted, pulling the dry shirt over your head. "At least it washed away that god awful drawing I did of you."

You untucked your hair from the collar, and smoothed out the material over your body. Behind you, you heard the sound of a zip, and peered over your shoulder to see Daryl taking off his own leather jacket. As he did so, you noticed that he'd been concealing something beneath it, and squinted to try and make out what it was.

"Looks jus' fine to me," the man mumbled, holding up the dry piece of paper for you to see.

You scoffed; he'd stuffed your drawing there to keep it safe. You couldn't prevent the smile spreading over your face as you looked at him in disbelief. He gave you a teasing smirk back, before setting the picture carefully onto his desk with the others.

"Y'know," Daryl said quietly, "s'a lot easier to draw from real life."

You glanced over at your drawing, knowing what he was getting at. You were acutely aware of its flaws, but you just didn't have the experience to know how to fix them yet.

"I know what you look like," you quipped back.

It was the truth. Perhaps you even knew a little too well.

"Mhm," he hummed back, before walking over to where you were standing.

You could tell from the tone of his voice that he didn't entirely believe you. One of the first things he'd taught you was that there could never truly be a good enough replacement for the real thing. Though, you had to disagree. You felt like you knew exactly how Daryl Dixon looked - you just couldn't translate it to paper.

The man stopped directly in front of you, so close that you could see his chest rising and falling. He lifted one hand slowly, tentatively even, so that you didn't get scared by his actions. Then, he hovered his palm gently over your eyelids, flicking them shut so that your world went dark.

"What colour are m'eyes?" he asked.

His hand was cold over your face, from where the rain had soaked his skin. You knew that he was trying to teach you a lesson, but you thought that perhaps you'd use the opportunity to teach him one back.

"Blue," you answered, without hesitation.

You desperately wanted to see the man's expression, but all you could do was imagine it.

"An' what-" Daryl continued, but you cut him off.

"A greyish blue," you went on, not entirely satisfied with your answer. "Like the colour of the sky before a storm."

Daryl removed his hand from over your eyes, but you kept them shut. Your fingertips brushed over the hem of his shirt that you were wearing, and you felt like you could picture the way it looked in your mind just from the texture of the material.

"Your hair is brown. The same shade as that desk near your bed," you told him, pointing in the direction you remembered it to be. "And it falls just above your neck, and is slightly curly at the ends." You laughed, considering your next words. "Especially just after you wash it."

Daryl remained silent, and you tried to picture the type of look he had in his eyes. You thought that perhaps you should stop, that you'd made your point clear - but you were in too deep to turn back now.

"And you have two moles," you said quietly - and wondered whether he had heard your voice tremble, too.

You reached out your hand slowly, trying to find the other man. Your palm made contact with his chest, and you let your fingertips trail up until you reached his neck, and then his face.

"One by your nose," you told him, resting your palm over his cheek, "and the other near your lip."

You tried to find it, but your thumb accidentally brushed over his lip, instead. Your heart jumped in your chest, and your eyes flickered open unintentionally.

"I'm sorry-" you blurted out, but the words tapered off as you noticed Daryl's stare.

The man stood perfectly still in front of you, letting your hand rest over his cold, damp skin. You quickly pulled away, glancing off to the side nervously. Though, the both of you knew that you'd gone too far to make any poor excuses now. You'd passed a boundary, but you couldn't say that you wanted to take a step back, either.

"Tha's one eye for detail ya got," Daryl said, after a few seconds had gone by.

You shook your head. "Only when it comes to you," you admitted.

Daryl looked off to the side, and then back, but you continued before he had the chance to interrupt.

"I know I'm not the best artist, but I wanted to show you how you look through my eyes, too."

Daryl raised his hand again, but this time it wasn't to block out your sight. Instead, he just rested his palm softly over your cheek - and despite how cold it was, you leant into his touch.

"Ya jus' did," he said, and gave you a small smile.

You could still hear the storm outside, as the occasional breeze whistled its way past the cracks of the cell block, or made the tree branches batter up against the windows. Sometimes, the draft even made those loose sheets flutter over the desk, in a kind of muffled, paper applause.

"Maybe I should just swap out pencils for words," you told the man. "They seem to do the job better."

He nodded in agreement, letting his hand drop back down to his side.

"Hey, Daryl?" you asked, but you already had his full attention.

"Mhm."

You decided to put your words into practice straight away, so that you wouldn't forget exactly how you felt in this moment.

"You mean a lot to me," you admitted, "in a way I don't think I'd ever be able to describe."

Daryl's eyes widened slightly, and you wished to have the talent to capture that expression with pencil and charcoal one day.

"But I still wanted to try," you finished, and waited for his response.

Except, Daryl wasn't a man of words - and he reminded you of that as he reached for his sketchbook. His fingers were still damp, and you watched as they left watery prints over the pages as he flicked through them. He finally stopped once he reached the last one, showing you his latest sketch.

It was stained with raindrops that hadn't dried yet, from where the storm had first broken out and Daryl hadn't reacted quick enough. Yet, even though it was a little smudged and wrinkled, you could still make out that it was you - from where you had been sitting right next to him in that courtyard.

The man set the book down so that the page remained open on his desk, and picked up the other loose-sheet drawing that you'd done of him - and placed them together.

"Me too," Daryl said.

And that was all you needed to hear.

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Family Matters | Chapter 7: Happy Birthday

Hello people!!

I know I just came back, but school and work are really kicking my butt. I have virtual events, classes, projects and papers... On top of that I have to go to work and I barely have enough time to sleep. I am hoping I'll be able to keep writing, and I already have some chapter written in advance but who knows how my life will be by the time we reach the end of those chapters...

Anyway, I hope you guys are having a good week and a good year so far. Enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think!

P.S. keep in mind I did not have time to proof read this, so it might be wonky.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, violence and murder references, public embarrassment, and very bad jokes!

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Chapter 7: Happy Birthday

It was now time to get everything set up for Reid's surprise birthday party. She was still not talking to him, but something within her didn't allow her to abandon the idea of celebrating his day of birth. She wanted so bad to stop wanting to be his friend and talk to him, be around him and hear him laugh, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"You're gonna let us know your decision soon?" She almost fell down the chair she was on.

"Can you not scare me to death, please?"

"Well stop keeping us in suspense."

"Emily," she stepped down from the chair and used it to sit. "I didn't accept the position, in fact, I told Luke that same day. To help him with his bosses being on his ass I said I would think about it, but I'm going to email them soon to say I won't be transferring. I don't know how Garcia found out but she didn't let me explain that I wasn't even leaving. Then all of you barged in and I just thought it would be funny to let you guys believe I was gonna leave."

"And you've had us in suspense for two days?! Do you know how devastated Reid is? He probably thinks that's why you won't speak to him!"

"That's not the reason I don't talk to him, I ignore him because he's a cheater!" Her mouth closed fast after saying those words.

"What do you mean? Did he cheat at poker or something?"

"No, just forget about it."

"Tell me!"

"No necesitas saber," She said in Spanish. Telling Emily she didn't need to know.

"¿Se te olvida a caso que también hablo español?"

"Yes, I totally forgot you spoke Spanish." She placed for a little bit, deciding whether to tell her or not. "I saw Reid and JJ a couple of weeks ago and they were in a very friendly situation, to say the least."

"Were they making out or something?" She shook her head, and Emily smiled. "Listen, I honestly don't think that they have something going on."

"You didn't see what I did."

"That's true, but I am also not emotionally involved."

"I'm not emotionally involved."

"Sure you aren't." She winked, "does Hotch know you're staying?"

"He was there when I turned down the offer originally."

"That little prick, he's mentioned nothing to me!"

"To you? Interesting." Before Emily could correct herself she had already made her way to the sitting area, setting all the dishes and cups. She looked it over one more time before deciding it was good. "I have to change, I will be back in a half-hour. Everybody should be arriving by then, do you mind just checking that everything is good while I'm gone?"

"Yeah, though it seems rather interesting that you're having a birthday party for a 'cheater' don't you think?"

"It's also weird that you expected Hotch to tell you specifically, rather than the team, things like my possible transfer."

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh, but it is."

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is, now bye!" With those last words, she exited the building.

She paced her room. She had about thirty minutes before Spencer arrived and she was about ten minutes away, so she still had some time to figure out what she was going to say or do once the party began. She knew someone would tell him it was she who organized the party, and that would only raise more questions about her current behavior towards him.

"I had already planned it, and I couldn't get a reimbursement for the salon." She said to the mirror. "No, that might be too mean. How about, Whatever else is going on, I am glad you're alive. No, that's too nice." She rubbed her eyes, frustrated with her responses, and then, the best idea she would come up with came to her and she couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Would it backfire? Most likely, but that didn't mean she wasn't gonna try her best for it to not. With one final look at the mirror, she grabbed her keys and made her way to the venue. When she arrived all the cars from her co-workers were parked, except for JJ's, who out of the goodness of her heart had offered to drive the birthday boy. She wouldn't be surprised if Will didn't attend the event, because that would give them some alone time. Absorbed by this thought she almost didn't notice that almost immediately after she exited her car, JJ, Spencer and Will pulled up in their car. When she noticed them she squealed and ducked, but it had been a little too loud, as all three of them turned to her and saw as she very awkwardly tried to hide by ducking next to her car. She sighed and stood up, waving at the trio.

"Dropped a contact." She weakly explained.

"You don't use contracts, nor glasses for that matter." Spencer reminded her.

"No, but my friend does, and she left them in my car, and when I got out, I ended up dropping one."

"Well, it might be time to go in," JJ said, trying to salvage the surprise.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Spencer asked her.

"I... I didn't know I was, it was sort of a last-minute thing."

"Oh, okay." He looked at her expectantly, as if hoping she would acknowledge the date and congratulate him. That was one of the few things that contrasted his serious demeanor, those small moments in which he would just act like a child and have that twinkle in his eyes.

"Anyway, why don't I go ahead and go inside and you guys catch up later."

"No, you can stay with us. I mean, you can be my date. Today doesn't feel like the day to be the third wheel." He gave her another expectant look, hoping she would ask what made today special, or simply acknowledge she knew what day it was. "Besides, we haven't really seen much of each other lately."

"Yeah, life's crazy. Let me take a rain check on that though. I'll see you all later!" She tried to walk inside but he took her arm, preventing her from leaving.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, she's just trying to prevent you from finding out about your surprise birthday party before we get a chance to say surprise." Spoke the one and only Derek Morgan. They turned to find all of their friends at the entrance with amused smiles on their faces.

"Surprise!" They exclaimed and his eyes lit up even more, if that was possible, at the sight.

"Can you let me go now, please?" He nodded and mumbled an apology as he let go of her arm, she moved next to Emily and avoided all eye contact with everybody.

"Way to go champ, you almost ruined it." The woman jokingly whispered in her ear.

"Happy birthday Spencer!" Everybody said.

"Thank you guys, this means so much to me. I can't believe you all took the time to plan this."

"Actually, it was all-"

"Emily! This was all Emily's idea." She exclaimed before JJ could finish the sentence.

"Well, thank you so much, Emily." He said to her. She couldn't help but notice a small hint of disappointment in his tone, but she decided to not read too much into it.

"Yeah, you're welcome." This one said, shooting a glance at her friend. "How about we go inside and get some food?" Everybody cheered and they all made their way to the table that she had set up earlier.

"So my idea, huh?" She mumbled.

"Shut up Emily, you don't need to read into everything."

"I'm not reading into stuff, it's all just out in the open."

"Whatever."

The dinner had gone great, everyone seemed to be having a great time, especially the birthday boy, though something kept bugging him and she wasn't sure what it was.

"So, have you made a decision about your transfer?" He directly asked her once the conversation had died down.

"Are you asking me?"

"Is anyone else considering a transfer?"

"Touche." She instinctively looked at Emily and Hotch, who casually were sitting next to each other, 'out in the open' she immediately thought. Emily gave her a pointed look while her boss simply nodded slightly. "I'm still thinking. Luke made some really interesting points about the position."

"For example, his deep voice." Emily teased.

"A raise in salary." She countered.

"How do you even know Agent Alvez? I heard of him, but I didn't even know what he looked like before this week." Garcia questioned.

"He was a mentor, per se, when I was finishing up my courses at the academy. I ended up going on my first mission as a graduate with him and his team, I was actually going to start with them when Hotch requested me for the BAU."

Everybody seemed a little impressed by this knowledge. It was true she never really shared her stories, and it was mostly because they were filled with embarrassment, but this was work-related, so it seemed okay.

There seemed to be more questions emerging but before they could be asked, footsteps were heard at the entrance, and soon enough, Anna, Tyler, her aunt Becky (Anna's mother), and her mom walked in.

"Who in the-"

"Happy birthday to my favorite son-in-law!" Her mother cheered and before he even had a chance to stand up he was already engulfed into a hug.

"Son-in-law? Reid, is there something we need to know?" Questioned Derek.

"What are you guys doing here?" She spoke, feeling her throat dry out.

"Well, your mom told us it was Spencer's birthday and that you organized a birthday dinner for him, so we thought we would stop by and congratulate him," Anna said.

"Wait, that's your mom?!" Garcia asked.

"Is there something you two need to share with the rest of us?" This time the question came from Hotch.

She turned to the uninvited guests and gave them the fakest smile to ever exist. "Family, can I have a word with you all, outside? Now."

"Aren't you gonna introduce us to your team?" Her cousin asked, a smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, of course." She turned to Emily, begging with her eyes for help.

"Aaron, do you mind coming with me to my car. I seemed to have left something there."

"Right now?"

"Yes right now. It's important." She basically dragged him out of the venue, and she took a deep breath.

"Well, Mother, Anna, Tyler, and Aunt Becky," she signaled to the uninvited attendees. "This is my team, Penelope Garcia, SSA Morgan, SSA Jareau, and her husband detective Will, SSA Rossi, and you already know Dr. Reid. Team, this is my family."

"Pardon me if I sound rude by pointing this out, but you seem familiar," Derek mentioned.

"Well duh, we're one of the wealthiest families out there. The Blackwood family is very well known, and we've had our fair share of magazine covers." Anna said with glee.

"Blackwood? Wait, that's your last name, but you go by-"

"ANYWAY!" She interrupted JJ, "let us congratulate the birthday boy and celebrate, let's worry about titles later!" She grabbed her mother away from Spencer and placed her and the rest of her family in additional chairs that were part of the venue.

"So, how old are you turning Spencer?" Tyler asked, with a hint of annoyance.

"Thirty." The mentioned responded. Both of them stared at each other and she couldn't decide if what was happening between them was pure hatred or sexual tension.

"I thought you didn't like older men that much."

"It is of wise people to change their mind." She responded.

"I honestly feel like I am missing so much information right now," Derek said out loud.

"Same." JJ and Penelope added.

"I think I have a somewhat good idea of what's happening," Rossi said.

"Well, as a gift from me and my daughter, here are the keys to the Noire museum downtown. I personally think it would be fantastic for your children to grow up going there every weekend or something."

"Mother!" She exclaimed.

"Thank you, but I can't accept that, it is too much." Spencer intervened.

"Nonsense. You are the only son-in-law I will ever have; let my daughter and I spoil you."

"Yes Reid, let your future mother and future wife spoil you," Rossi spoke, a hint of glee in his eyes.

"Have you proposed already?!"

"No!" They both exclaimed. She had no idea how much more of this she could take.

"Okay, let me get this straight, Reid and you have been dating, and you didn't tell any of us?! How long has this been going on?"

"Well-"

"One year, and about four months, right cousin?" Anna was asking to get murdered.

"Actually, it's one year five months, and six days since we met, but we've only been together for one year three months and 4 days. Unless I confused my numbers again." He gave her a look and she fought the urge to not smile. Sure, she had to pretend they were a couple, but she was still mad at him.

"Reid getting his numbers wrong?" Will whispered.

"Yeah, because of his dyslexia," Tyler said as if it was obvious.

"Of course, his dyslexia! How could we forget Will?" JJ added. She looked completely surprised and kept glancing back between Spencer and her, but her tone was controlled, making sure the non-profilers in the room would not see through her. She couldn't help but wonder if the blonde was at all upset by the situation, after all, if she was right JJ was Spencer's girlfriend. The reminder made her frown, but she soon erased it from her face: one problem at a time.

"Well, this was grand, getting to know each other but I am sure you guys have a long drive and-"

"Don't worry cousin, we made time for the party. After all, Spencer is practically family, and you two are just so perfect for each other."

After her words, the steps of Emily and Hotch made the room go silent. He gave her a knowing look and took his previous seat as well as her friend who gave her a wink. This was going to be a disaster.

"So cousin, you guys hadn't told anybody about your relationship? Why keep it a secret?"

"The FBI has very strict policies, and both agents needed to demonstrate that their work in the field would not be affected by their relationship, and it hasn't," Aaron said, giving her a faint nod.

"Wait, but what does that mean for your transfer?" Garcia asked. Her eyes opened in shock because nothing could ever go right.

"What transfer?" Her aunt Becky questioned.

"I got offered a position with the team I did my first case with. But that's really not gonna change my relationship with Spencer. It's not like I'm leaving the country if I accept it. If anything I would spend more time in D.C."

"Interesting."

"Listen, family, I really appreciated having you here and taking the time to come and congratulate Spencer, I'm sure he's so happy that you guys could be here, but it's getting late and since all of us have to be back in the office tomorrow morning we're probably gonna call it a night soon."

"Of course darling." Her mother winked at her and Spencer as if suggesting that was not the reason the two wanted people gone.

"Before we leave though, we would love to get a picture of the two of you. It's not every day you get to celebrate your partner's birthday number thirty." The annoying blonde she had for a cousin suggested.

"Maybe another time."

"No, I think that's a great idea." Morgan chipped.

"Sure, why not?" Spencer said casually.

Was this man crazy? Did he not understand that their boss was right there and this could cost them their careers?!

She sighed and approached the brunette she placed her arms around his torso as he enveloped her in a hug, they smiled for the camera and waited a few seconds for pictures to be taken.

"Now Kiss!" Anna said and followed by that Garcia and Morgan joined her in a chorus of "kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss." The rest of the team, except for Hotch joined in, and she made sure to remember to kill Emily at her next best opportunity.

She cursed internally and turned her face, meeting his eyes for the first time in days. Sure, they had made accidental eye contact from time to time in the last few days, but she had tried her hardest to make it rare, and now she felt somewhat vulnerable. He gave her a small nod and leaned in, his lips touching hers ever so softly. It had been over two months since they had last kissed, but she could remember the taste as if it was yesterday.

A couple of minutes and cheers later they broke apart, his hand immediately reaching for hers. She tried not to wince or remove it, but it seemed like an impossible challenge.

"So cute!" The woman said, disgust in her voice. "Anyway, happy birthday Spence, here are some books that we thought you might like." She placed them on the table and attempted to walk towards him and hug him, but both she and Spencer made it clear that was not an option. There was something about her spanking him during the retreat that didn't really sit well with either of them. "You two are just made for each other, aren't you?" She commented before walking back towards her husband.

"Happy birthday Spencer, I hope the next time we see each other it's to ask me about an engagement ring." Her mother squeezed his cheeks and planted a kiss on each one to later repeat the process on her daughter. Aunt Becky simply waved and Tyler gave the couple a head nod before the four left the building.

There was a silence, she let go of his hand rather abruptly and separated herself from him a couple of inches as the rest of the team observed them. "Should I go set up the karaoke machine?" She asked as she tried to navigate the room.

"You should tell us why none of us knew the two of you were a thing," Morgan said.

"Agreed." The rest of the team said.

"Really, Emily you too?"

"That kiss made me doubt."

"Let me just make sure they're gone." She walked towards the entrance, as her mother's vehicle drove away she sighed with relief and made her way back to the table. "All right, let us get this over with."

"Why didn't you tell us you two were dating?" Penelope asked.

"Because we're not." She responded.

"Really? Then what was all that?" Morgan arched an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by her response.

"I asked Dr. Reid to pretend to be my boyfriend for a family event because my cousin kept telling me she was better than me and I was gonna end up alone because I was horrible and-" everybody observed her, the message clear. "Okay, she didn't say that exactly but the intention was clear! Anyway, because he went with me now my family thinks we're a couple and we have to pretend we are."

"That can't be it, please tell me you're lying and you two are actually in love," Penelope begged.

"Sorry, but Dr. Reid and I are simply co-workers who got caught in a big lie because of my big mouth." She shrugged, "Hotch, I promise, you have nothing to worry about."

"I know." He said, but something in his tone suggested otherwise.

"But that kiss though. It seemed more real than it should." JJ pointed out.

She looked at her, wanting to say something to hint that she knew about her and Spencer and that she knew that comment was coming from a place of jealousy, but she decided against it. She simply rolled her eyes, as if disregarding said kiss and made her way to the karaoke machine.

After everyone had moved on from the conversation and had begun cheering at those who participated by singing one or two songs, she decided to take a little break and get some air.

“If I didn’t know any better I would say you hate me or something.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then what is it, because ignoring me and barely answering me isn’t cutting it anymore. I thought we were friends.”

“JJ, there are just some things that I can’t condone.”

“Like what?”

“Cheating.”

“I didn’t cheat, I was the first one to the office, so I grabbed the first doughnut. I am sorry if you liked chocolate glazed ones.”

“I am not talking about that! Though I am a little upset about that too!”

“Then what did I do?”

“Are you sleeping with Spencer?”

After those words came out of her mouth and JJ processed them, the blonde couldn’t help but laugh her ass off. She observed as the woman continued to laugh without a sign of stopping soon. “Me, and Spencer?” she asked between laughs, “Have you seen this?” She pointed at the ring in her hand and began to draw images with her hands as if hoping to represent that she was married, and she and Spencer were nothing but friends, she even confessed to her second pregnancy, something only Spencer knew about. But the other woman didn’t really understand, she thought everything was signaling at her avoiding to answer. “You are a funny one! Now, let’s go back inside, I will buy you a whole box of glazed doughnuts on Monday.” She managed to say as she continued to laugh, “me and Spencer? Hilarious!”

After watching her enter the venue, she waited before following suit. The whole scene seemed bizarre at best. Her confrontation had backfired and now she was back to square one on that front. On the bright side, she would be getting her chocolate glazed doughnuts so not everything was lost.

After two more hours, the venue was completely empty. Though they didn't have to go into the office the next day as she had told her mother, they all were more than happy to sleep early when given the opportunity. She had stayed behind to clean up some of the areas, hoping to make it easier for the cleaning crew the next morning.

"Do you need help with that?"

She jumped at the voice. "Jesus! What is it with you people and trying to give me a heart attack?" She said to the brunette.

"Sorry, I just wanted to help."

"Shouldn't you be heading home?"

"That's the thing, JJ and Will got a call from the nanny and they had to go. I was in the restroom, so I didn't know and they, well they left me behind." He looked really embarrassed by the situation.

Don't do it, she told herself. Don't say the words that you're thinking, she urged. "I can give you a ride home." She said despite her best efforts.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem."

She turned back to her duty and the silence that engulfed them was so awkward she almost backed out from giving him a ride home.

"What did I do?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm a profiler, you know? And I'd like to think I'm good at my job. I know you're mad at me, I just wish I knew why."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Please, I can't keep going on like this. I miss you, I miss spending time together, joking around, and just being us. I really miss it and I will do anything so we can go back to being friends."

"Dr. Reid, six months ago we weren't even friends." She pointed out.

"But four days ago we were."

"Are you sleeping with JJ?" She blurted out before she processed the words.

His face went from confusion to amusement and soon he was laughing his ass off. Great, now both of them had laughed at her.

"Me and JJ? You do know she's married, right?" He said between laughs.

"Not everyone that gets married is faithful."

"You're mad at me because you thought JJ was cheating on Will with me? Why would you even think that?"

"I saw you two at the office the other day."

"JJ asked me to be the godfather of her second child. She's pregnant. And no, it's not mine." His smile grew wider as the laughter stopped as if knowing she thought he was cheating was the best news he could receive.

"Oh." She mumbled, everything making sense. JJ’s reaction, the whole signing, and laughing. The idea seemed so foreign to both of them she couldn’t help but feel like an idiot for thinking it to be a possibility. She wanted to hide under a rock and never come out again. How could she possibly think that the two of them would do such a thing? Now that she had all the pieces the idea seemed so far-fetched she couldn't even understand what led her down that path. "I-I'm sorry, I interpreted everything wrong."

"I'm glad you did though." He said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "It gave me a really important insight."

"About what?"

"I need to tell you something." He said, and his other hand moved a strand of hair behind her ear. She couldn't help but think this was all too similar to a movie and how horrible that was, and yet how much she wished she was part of a movie in that precise moment. A part of her already knew where this was going and she felt all bubbly inside at the notion. "I like you."

"I like you too Spencer. You're my best friend." She spoke, completely shattering her internalized movie.

"No, I like you romantically. If it was up to me that kiss would have not been as short nor as innocent as it was."

"Why are you being a dumbass?" She said as she pushed his hands off her shoulders. "Quit playing, let's get you home."

He shook his head, slightly annoyed by how dense she was. "Will you please stop for a minute? I am trying to tell you about my feelings for you because I have been hiding them for days and every time I see you I want to kiss you and hold your hand. When I saw Luke and you, first I thought he was kind of hot, but then I saw him as a threat, and I was dying to punch him in the face. Because I want to be more than your best friend. I've probably wanted to be more than your friend for a really long time, but it took Emily barging into my hotel room and scaring Derek into the cafeteria for me to realize it and now I know that you must feel something for me, otherwise why on earth would you get so upset about the idea of JJ and I having an affair? So, can you please put the pieces together and come here so we can make out in the middle of a salon on my birthday like I dreamt last night?"

"You're joking, right?" She said, her heartbeat speeding up, half of her body wanting to run and the other half wanting to do exactly what Spencer had suggested. Well, it was more of an eighty percent for staying and twenty percent for running.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"You actually like me?"

"Yes! And I'm pretty sure you like me."

"I mean, sure, you're funny and a great friend. Not to mention cute, well I guess we have to be honest here, you're hot, like really hot, but just because I see that doesn't mean I like you, does it?"

"Do you want to kiss me right now?"

"Yes! Wait, no! I mean yes! I-"

"Let me help you out a little with that." Before she could ask how Spencer had already shortened the distance between them, placing his lips on her. This was the first time they had kissed without an audience, or as a part of their fake relationship. To prove how real this was, Spencer didn't hold back. First, his hands were on her cheeks, but they slowly moved to her hair, hips, and pretty much anywhere he could find. Hers never left his hair, appreciating how soft it actually was and the fact that despite his immense love of his hair and that he despised people touching it, not once had he complained.

She thought back on her conversations with Emily, on how Reid always made her feel safe. Sitting on a couch with her head resting on his shoulder had felt so right, and the idea of losing him to JJ had made her spiral. She knew that Will's feelings were not going to be the only ones hurt if it had been true. She wanted him.

She liked him.

It was so ridiculously obvious that she had to laugh. One would think metaphorically, but since she can't ever have a good moment without ruining it, her body decided to actually laugh, interrupting what had become a heated make-out session. As she tried to stop her laughter, he looked at her, confused.

"That bad?"

"What?" She said between laughter, "no! It's not that, it's just that I am so dumb. How did I not see that I like you so fucking much?" She continued, her laugh subsiding. "Spencer Reid, will you be my real boyfriend?"

"This has to be the best birthday present ever." He smiled, “but I don’t know if I am convinced by this offer."

"How about I second it by offering a make-out session in my car, and instead of driving you to your apartment, you can stay with me tonight?"

"Yes, please!"

“Is that a deal then?”

“How could I ever say no to you.”

After what seemed like a lifetime, but also a blink of an eye, they had made their way to her apartment. His shirt was wrinkled, and both their lips were read as can be. The small hickeys that he had graciously given her were now on full display as her neck was left exposed. She opened the door and he stepped inside after her, making sure to close and lock the entrance.

“Before we go any further, I need to ask.”

“No, Spencer, I am not a virgin.” She responded with a smile.

“That’s not what I was going to ask.” She observed him, encouraging him to continue. “Are you seriously thinking of leaving the BAU to go work with that jerk?”

“First off, he’s not a jerk. You don’t need to be jealous; Luke and I are just friends. And secondly, I turned down the offer as soon as he presented it to me. I was just giving you all a hard time.”

He frowned, clearly not as amused by that knowledge as she was. “There is something you should know.”

“What is it?” Her smile faded as his expression turned to a serious and concerned one.

“I sleep on the right side of the bed.”

“But you said-“

“I know what I said, I simply didn’t want you to feel bad, so I took the left side.”

“Spencer…” They almost fell as she crashed her lips to his. For others, this simple gesture might seem like nothing but knowing he would do something just to accommodate her was somehow so amazing and heartwarming. This knowledge summed by her newfound feelings were giving her the urge to pull him to her bedroom right then and there, but sadly for her, there were still certain things that needed to be addressed. “Before I undress you, and trust me I am dying to do that, I need to request something from you.”

“Anything.”

“Stop wearing tight pants to work.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have a very nice ass, I have noticed. And recently you have decided to use dress pants that don’t let me forget about this knowledge. We need to keep our relationship secret, at least for the time being, and watching you in those pants is not gonna help me, at all.”

“On one condition.”

“Yes?”

“You need to stop wearing blue.”

“But it’s my favorite color!”

“I know, and you look really good in it, like really good. It’s not good for me.” He planted a soft kiss on her neck, and that alone would have made her agreed to pretty much anything he asked.

“Okay, yes.”

“Good, now can we please get to business.”

“Never call us having sex business again.”

“Noted, as long as this isn’t the only time we have sex.”

“As if.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer x y/n #spencer reid x reader #Criminal Minds #CM #fanfic

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justachillgirl · 4 years

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Impresso Depresso

Pairings: tsukishima kei x reader

Genre/s: romance

Warning/s: none

FINALLY REPOSTING THIS AFTER I MANAGED TO GET ALL MY NOTES BACK, @trashcanweeb will be posting the other six cafe cliches👀

Part 1/12 cafe cliches

You honestly loved your job as a waitress at a small café, all you had to do was take orders and deliver them to the customers. It was kind of easy actually.

" Y/n! Take this order to the customer by the window." Kuroo called out to you, "Make sure to get his number" He added with a wink.

Now you honestly wanted to take the coffee and dump it on Kuroo's head. You take the tray and walked towards the customer, he was wearing headphones with a small dinosaur sticker at the corner. He was cute.

"Thank you for waITIN-!!" panic shot through your body as you tripped over a fold in the carpet. The blonde customer's lap was drenched in coffee. Shit you thought. Was this how you were going to make a fool out of yourself in front of a beautiful stranger? By accidentally spilling a cup of hot coffee on his lap

"I am so sor-" "how incompetent can you be?" He cut you off, his headphones now resting on his neck. His attention was on you and soon heads turned to look at the scene.

"Are you blind or are you just stupid enough to trip on your own two feet" That kinda hurt, you were debating whether or not to punch him on the nose to ruin that pretty face. Murmurs broke your train of thoughts, people were pointing and this was just flat out embarrassing.

This was not good, you could feel a dozen eyes on you. Your throat felt dry, eyes tearing up from embarrassment. You looked at him silently pleading to not make an even bigger ruckus. He didn't seem to get the message since he just kept glaring.

"We're very sorry dear customer, we'll get you another one on the house"

Kuroo was quick to grab your wrist and pull you behind the counter. You felt awful since Kuroo had to leave his station while there were still customers waiting in line. You were tearing up due to embarrassment and guilt now.

Tsukishima saw your state when he was leaving the restroom after cleaning up. There was a slight twinge of guilt after seeing your tear stained face struggling to catch your breath. He was kinda sorry for causing a commotion, he didn't mean to, his comment just came out harsher than it should have.

He quietly exited the cafe after leaving a tip at the counter despite the mishap that occurred. He decided to wait for your shift to end so he could apologize for his tone, not that he cares for it that much anyway. Maybe he did and just didn't want to suck up his pride and admit it out loud.

Your shift ended three hours later after a lecture from your manager and a small deduction in your salary. It was a small price to pay after what had happened earlier that day.

It was raining and you didn't have an umbrella with you, after silently cursing yourself you decided to just run in the rain to get home. Before you could even start sprinting a hand holding an umbrella reached out.

"You can take it" The man offered. "Think of it as a sorry for how I treated you earlier." You were now confused. Was it not you who tripped on their own two feet? Was it not you who spilled hot coffee on this mans lap? Was it no-

"Are you gonna take it or not?"

"I'm sorry?" This was just too confusing.

Wasn't he being a salty jerk to you just a few hours ago? Nevertheless you still took the extra umbrella in his hand. Oblivious to the fact that his ears were a pink tint.

After a few minutes of silence you finally spoke "I'm L/n, L/n Y/n"

"I know" He simply stated. You blink once, then twice. "Pardon me?" You were now even more confused than you originally were. how did he know you? You didn't even know his name?

"I'm Tsukishima Kei, I sit behind you during Calculus. You probably didn't notice me since you're always dozing off" He smirked after he made his comment. Now you were pink from embarrassment.

"I-" you stop yourself before finally continuing. "I'm not even gonna look for an excuse"

You both started walking towards the bus stop. You were slightly shivering from being drenched in the rain, hoping Tsukishima wouldn't notice you decided to hug yourself tighter trying to keep warm and salvage any dignity you might still have.

Tsukishima looks at you before sighing and wrapping his jacket around you. Realizing that you barely came up to his chest level his heart clenched after seeing how big his jacket was on you. Must be a heart a disease he thought.

Now you were completely red, first he embarrasses you, now he's acting like he had a heart? Gazing up at him, you notice how his pale skin looks so soft. Before you even realized it-

You poked him.

You had done it now. You have completely made a fool out of yourself congratulations on the new kind of stupid. The damage to your image has been done, it's official, you were gonna crawl in a hole now.

"I didn't know you were the type to make the first moves Chibi-chan" he was smirking, oh how you wanted to wipe it right off-

"I wasn't- I'm sorry"

Your eyes were frantically looking everywhere but at him. He was just standing there smirking at you, it was too entertaining for him.

You both reached your destination with you red in the face and him still smirking and making comments about your own stupidity.

"Keep the jacket Chibi-chan, see you on Monday"

You were definitely gonna notice him this time.

Taglist: @trashcanweeb @itmekisuu @hatsukei @renee1414

#haikyu #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #tsukishima Kei #tsukishima #tsukki #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #hq tsukki #hq tsukishima

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thundersolstice · 5 years

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Lion-OxTygra WIP (R, discontinued)

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Unfinished! Extremely OOC! PWP! Gratuitous kink worship (I don’t know what this kink is called but I’m pretty sure it has a “normal” version name? Basically Lion-O and Tygra bang while Tygra is invisible). Summary/Notes: This is an early draft WIP for a fic I probably won’t finish because there’s too much wrong with it–can’t be salvaged without starting over–but what brainless smut that’s written is fun if you can glance over flow/clarity errors and forget how painfully OOC everyone is. I’m sharing because there isn’t enough fic in this fandom, and I wish to acknowledge kinktober since I can’t participate all month lmao.

I have every intention of writing this basic concept (Lion-O x Tygra with Tygra invisible) properly, but I couldn’t say when/if it’ll ever get done and posted, so.

Tygra stared at him, bemused. “Why?”

“Why not?” Lion-O bounced in place on the edge of the bed, fingers drumming against the bedclothes with nervous energy. When Tygra failed to look delighted and aroused, he added hastily, “We don’t have to or anything, I was just, y-you know, curious—”

“No, it’s fine,” Tygra said, still bemused. He uncrossed his arms but remained leaning against the bedpost—no sign of irritation, still close enough to touch. A knot eased in Lion-O’s chest, and he stopped bouncing.

“I just don’t know why you’d want to,” Tygra continued. “I didn’t think you were like that, Lion-O. Will you ask me to tie you down and flog you next?” His tone was amused, a little dry to mask the lingering sense of bafflement, but Lion-O received the mental image with crystal clarity; his mouth went dry.

He had to take a steadying breath before he could reply, affecting a tone of sly seduction. “Are you offering?”

“…If you really want it that badly?” Tygra said, and he was back to being bemused again, gaze askance.

Lion-O leaned forward and bumped his forehead against Tygra’s arm, smiling now. “I’ll settle for your other skill this time.”

“Alright.” Tygra straightened and strode across the room.

Lion-O watched his back while he rummaged in a drawer, heart pounding. When Tygra turned around with his whip in hand, Lion-O became aware of the aching tension between his legs like a punch to the gut. He tried to stand, found his legs were shaking, and sank back down on the side of the bed while Tygra crossed the room.

He stopped in front of his brother, eyes drifting, and tapped his smirk with the handle of the whip. “I haven’t seen you gagging for me this hard since our last patrol.” His eyes lingered on Lion-O’s face during his second, more successful attempt to stand. “What was it that had you so bothered at the time?” Tygra continued while Lion-O, lost for words, nuzzled his neck and pressed their hips together. “I took off my shirt, wasn’t that it? And you abandoned the mounts to wander so you could lick my stripes before I put my shirt back on. Honestly, I’ve been under the impression you liked looking at my body.”

Lion-O dragged his tongue through the fur on Tygra’s throat, pressing his erection urgently into his brother’s crotch. “I might love your body more than you do,” he whispered, voice trembling. “This is a new way to experience it.”

Tygra draped one arm around Lion-O’s hip and tapped the back of his thigh with the whip; he buried his free hand in Lion-O’s mane and yanked him into a rough kiss.

Lion-O made a desperate, plaintive sound and applied himself with helpless fervor, enough to leave Tygra gasping and decisively aroused. He was wearing a pair of loose white pants, placing his erection on display, and Lion-O reacted to this sight like he usually did: he dropped to his knees and mouthed his brother through the material. Tygra groaned and placed a hand on top of Lion-O’s head, holding him steady so he could thrust into his mouth as much as his clothing would allow. When he pushed Lion-O back for breath, the front of his pants were marred by a transparent wet spot clinging to his skin.

Lion-O very nearly ripped Tygra’s pants down and crashed forward, sucking him fully into his mouth before the material had hit the ground. He moved aggressively, pulling off and sucking him back in quickly enough to knock him off balance. He wrapped one hand around Tygra’s wrist—the one with the whip—and slid the other between his legs to massage and squeeze his sac. When he looked up, he found Tygra’s teeth clenched and his eyes closed, eyebrows drawn together; Lion-O abandoned Tygra’s balls in favor of his own.

All told, it took a remarkably short amount of time to get Tygra ready. Once he was fully erect, Lion-O licked the precum from his head and then required Tygra’s aid in stumbling back to his feet. Their tongues and lips met eagerly between pulling one another’s shirts off, and they remained fastened together until Tygra reached around and slid fingers down Lion-O’s back and between his legs. They broke apart together, Lion-O gasping at his brother’s touch and Tygra smirking faintly at what he found.

“Have you been wearing this all day?” Tygra purred, eliciting another gasp from his brother and driving his hips forward.

“I w-wanted to be ready for you,” Lion-O gasped. He jerked and nuzzled into Tygra’s fur while those fingers slid the dildo out and twisted in and slid back out, dribbling lubricant every time it was drawn out, and driving a heavy stream of precum into the fur of both their stomachs every time it was driven back in.

“I like this.” Tygra did something that resulted in a less-than-masculine yelp. “You should do this more often for me.” He drove Lion-O’s hips forward, forcing him to grind his cock between both muscled abdomens.

Lion-O wound one arm around Tygra’s neck (and did not release Tygra’s whip arm) and hooked one leg around his thigh, groaning and thrusting helplessly at Tygra’s direction. “Please, brother, please, I'm—” Which was all the warning either of them got before Lion-O tightened and cried out and jerked while Tygra continued to work his ass to the very deliberate outcome of a throbbing, spurting mess between their stomachs. When Lion-O’s muscles loosened, Tygra pulled their toy out and let it fall to the ground with a wet clatter, then slid his fingers into his brother’s body to twist and press and stroke him in places Tygra knew better than Lion-O himself.

“Love the slick,” Tygra purred, a definite growl in his voice now. “Did you use an entire bottle on yourself? Feels like it.”

Lion-O whimpered and writhed, struggling to avoid the over-stimulation and increase it all at once. Tygra knew what he was doing, of course—they’d been lovers for the better part of a year, and he knew exactly what it took to bring Lion-O’s enviably brief refractory to an even briefer end. Not a minute passed before he was rock hard again, and very eagerly pushing himself onto Tygra’s fingers.

Tygra released him and stepped back, twisting his whip arm free. When Lion-O made a shaky attempt to step forward, Tygra pointed the whip at him. “Do you want me to use this?”

Lion-O rocked back onto his heels, still breathless. His eyes darted from the whip to Tygra’s face to his stomach, where Lion-O’s seed had been smeared liberally. He touched the fingers of one hand to his own stomach, smearing his ejaculate into his fur and muscles. “Use it,” he whispered, gaze dropping to Tygra’s dripping cock. “Please.”

“Bed,” Tygra said, and Lion-O obeyed with alacrity, if clumsily.

The whipcrack seemed to snap the room in two, and Lion-O froze, both hands and one knee planted on the bed. His pulse skyrocketed. How long had he imagined this scenario, writhing and thrusting alone in Tygra’s bed? How long had he waited for this?

Tygra’s steps were silent, but Lion-O detected his touch a second before it came by the disturbed air. He jumped anyway and twisted, staring over his shoulder. The room behind him appeared empty, but the warm fur-ruffling hand sliding up the inside of his thigh was absolutely real.

“Like this?” Tygra purred, and his fist closed around Lion-O’s cock and began stroking.

Lion-O grunted and dropped back to his hands and knees. Between his legs, his cock was squeezed and pulled by a hand that didn’t exist (except it did, oh, gods, it did). “Y-yeah,” he whispered, watching and feeling his balls being squeezed and then released. “This, exactly this…” Another hand squeezed a thigh and then slid up, and fingers were inside him again. Lion-O gasped and jerked his hips, thrusting into Tygra’s fist and driving himself onto Tygra’s fingers and—Tygra’s touch disappeared, and Lion-O nearly fell off the bed, flailing briefly.

He was still pushing himself up when Tygra’s hands returned. This time, the grip was hard, closing around his hips and flipping him onto his back and forcing his thighs apart. Disembodied hands dragged him toward the edge of the bed until his hips were suspended impossibly in the air. Lion-O braced his elbows on the bed while Tygra arranged his legs over his shoulders and then nudged at his brother’s slick entrance. Lion-O whimpered, eyes wide and taking in the empty room between his legs.

“This was a good idea,” Tygra’s voice murmured, somewhere between aroused and amused. “You should see yourself, little brother. Dripping and hard and panting all alone. I can see you opening up for me while I push in.” They both groaned while Lion-O stretched open around an invisible cock, a visual Lion-O could appreciate even if he couldn’t see it.

Lion-O let his bottom lip slide out from between his teeth. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice broken and shaking. “A-and after this, I want you to lie on your back so I can ride a cock nobody can see, and then I want you to pick me up and fuck me in the air, and then I want you to suck me and let me see me shooting into the air and disappearing, and th-then I—”

“Fuck, fuck,” Tygra snarled, “you’re going to make me come!”

Lion-O got in a breathless, trembling laugh that quickly died when Tygra dragged him almost violently the rest of the way onto his cock and then bent forward to silence Lion-O’s cry (and his orgasm-inducing fantasies) with his mouth. Lion-O wrapped his arms and legs around his brother and moved his lips against a mouth he could not see. He was vaguely aware of Tygra’s whip, tied around his waist to leave his hands free, but was far more focused on the way his ass was held in the air, how it must look to see him being opened and pounded by a cock that could not be seen, the hot slide of Tygra’s cock and the splattering drips of excess lubricant, in and out of his body—what of his lips and teeth and tongue, did they disappear between Tygra’s lips or was his tongue being sucked into a mouth only he knew existed, a fantasy both real and unreal, a spirit or a spectre with the hard, hard, hard thrusts of his brother, and the taste of his brother’s tongue?

Lion-O grabbed two handfuls of Tygra’s hair and met his thrusts with gasping, open-mouthed cries,

(that’s all she wrote, folks)

#I've got some stuff that just needs to be finished but mostly I've got freewrites like this that I like too much to delete but can't use #thundercats #thundercats 2011 #Tygra #Lion-O #liono #PWP #tygraxliono #fanfiction #fanfiction fodder #thunderwips #kinktober 2019

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