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youngbeezer · 3 years

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Do you Believe in Happily Ever After? | Joel Farabee

A/N: Hello again! I got such a great response to my first fic I posted which literally made me so happy, so thank you so much to anyone who gave me the time of their day to read my fic. Here is a new fic for mr. joel farabee!! This one is a little longer and I tried my best, feedback always appreciated, but I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Few curse words, overall just fluff

Word Count: 2160

Tagging a few people again so this doesn’t flop,,,

@ollywahlygator @joshsandersons @joelsfarabees @fratboyzegras @sorokns @butgilinsky @ricohenrique

I haven’t been to too many weddings in my life. I attended one for my uncle when I was around 10 years old but I don’t remember much from it. My mother also got remarried around 3 years ago, but up until this year, weddings weren’t a natural occurrence in my life.

This past year though.. I’ve attended two weddings, got an invitation in the mail today for another one, a close friend of mine just recently got engaged (so that invitation will be coming sometime in the near future), and one of my best friends’ wedding is tomorrow. Now I feel like everywhere I look, I am surrounded by love.

Now I’m not saying that is a bad thing, but when every one of your friends are either having kids, getting married, or in serious relationships, it starts to feel a little discouraging. Is there something wrong with me? Am I the reason why I’m still single?-- No, I refuse to think like that! I could get a boyfriend if I wanted to. Maybe my friends are right though… Maybe I’m not putting myself out there enough.

Anyway, one of my best friends, Karly, is getting married to her long-time boyfriend Travis tomorrow. I’ve met Travis, or as everyone seems to call him ‘TK’, a handful of times and I know he plays for the Philadelphia Flyers hockey team-- which is cool I guess, but other than that I don’t know much about his personal life or who he hangs out with.

Karly and I met running into each other at a cafe once. Yeah, yeah I know it sounds like one of those cliche romantic meetings, where two people bump into each other and immediately fall in love. I mean we did hit it off almost immediately and from there we became like two peas in a pod-- just not in the way you think. I’ve always wondered though, if maybe I ran into a handsome man at a coffee shop or walking down the street, would I be having my happily ever after right now?

I snap out of my thoughts when an incoming call from- speak of the devil, the bribe to be. Before I can even say my greetings, Karly jumps right into business;

“Ok! So since you weren’t able to come to the dress rehearsal or rehearsal dinner. I’ll give you the rundown on what you need to do.”

Oh yeah, did I mention that I am one of the bridesmaids? Sadly, I was not able to attend the functions before the wedding due to not being able to get time off from work. But, Karly was super cool with it, which brings us to the reason for this call.

“Ok so basically, your dress and everything is already in the bridal suite, so everything will be ready for you when you get here tomorrow. You’ll be walking down the aisle third with one of Travis’ buddies Joel-- he plays on the team with Trav and he’s such a sweet guy he’ll definitely help you out if you need anything.. You know now that I think about it you guys would be such a cute couple-”

“Uh Karly? I don’t think now's the time to play matchmaker, when we should be preparing for your big day tomorrow.” I cut her off.

“Alright, alright. But I will be coming back to that thought. Ok so anyway--”

After that I kind of zone out from trying to keep up with whatever Karly is spitting at me right now. While still on the phone, I pull out my laptop and search for the name ‘Joel’ with ‘Philadelphia Flyers’ next to it in search of this man who is said to be walking me down the aisle. Right away the name ‘Joel Farabee’ pops up with a wikipedia and multiple photos. Hm this guy is kinda cute. Just as I go to click view more images, Karly’s words register back in my brain;

“Ok y/n, did you get that?”

“Hm.. oh yeah! Got it. What time should I be there tomorrow?” I ask, praying that she didn’t already mention that and realize I wasn’t paying attention.

“8 AM sharp,” she responds all giddy.

I suddenly remember that my best friend is actually getting married tomorrow. Feeling giddy as well I reply, “Sounds good. I am so happy for you Karly and I can’t wait to see how beautiful you look tomorrow!”

Karly does a little shriek in response and reiterates her excitement as well. We then say our goodbyes and I wish her a great last night as an unmarried woman before hanging up. I got back to what I was working on before the call and all my jumbled thoughts entered my brain, totally forgetting about a certain someone named ‘Joel’ as I exited the browser.

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The next morning I arrive at 8:17 AM at the wedding venue and as soon as I exit the Uber, I start booking it to the bridal suite. When Karly says to be somewhere at 8 AM sharp, you be there at 8 AM sharp, and I’m not particularly fond of facing her wrath today, especially on her wedding day when stress levels are through the roof.

There’s just one problem though… Since I wasn’t able to attend the rehearsal, I have no idea where I am going.

Trying to recall the directions Karly told me on the phone last night (when I wasn’t paying attention), I take a sharp turn around a corner looking the opposite direction and suddenly collide with a dead end. Wait- no that’s not a dead end, it’s a person.

Immediately going to spit out an apology, I stop dead in my tracks when I make eye contact with the handsome man I bumped into.

“Oh shit! I am so sorry. Are you alright?” I see his lips moving, which are very nice to look at by the way, but my mind doesn’t register his words as I stare dumbfoundedly at this handsome stranger. Who, now that I think about it, looks a little familiar.

When I still don’t answer, the familiar stranger clears his throat before giving me a once over of my whole body, which does little to bring me out of my trance. If anything I now start to feel my whole face flush from noticing him obviously checking me out.

His face then seems to light up in recognition before asking, “Wait, are you y/n?”

When he notices my look of confusion on how he knows my name he continues, “I’m Joel, Joel Farabee.” Scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, I notice a slight blush coating his cheeks before he adds, “We’re paired to walk down the aisle together… Um, also I think Karly is looking for you. She was kind of freaking out a little.”

With that last sentence my whole body comes back to life realizing that I am late and Karly is going to kill me. Hurriedly I exclaim “Oh my gosh! I am so late and I have no idea where the hell I’m going.” I frantically search around for any directions to point me to the bridal suite.

Joel kindly puts his hand on my shoulder, which immediately ignites a fire on the skin he is touching, before he reassures “Hey, you’re good. Just take your first right down this hall and then it will be at the end of the corridor, you can’t miss it. Seriously. She hung up streamers and balloons everywhere with a poster on the door that says ‘Bridal Suite. NO BOYS ALLOWED’.”

Letting out a soft snort I gently thank Joel before rushing in the direction he pointed me to. Before turning right, I sneak a quick glance over my shoulder to find Joel already glancing my way. My heart does a little flutter when we make eye contact and he gives me a little lopsided grin before going on his way.

What just happened…

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As soon as I walk through the doors of the suite, I am immediately ambushed by the bride to be on why I was late, until she notices the deep blush covering my cheeks, which then prompts another ambush on what made me blush.

I change the topic as quickly as I can and direct our attention on getting ready for the ceremony. Karly looks absolutely beautiful in her white gown and her hair all dolled up. She doesn’t even seem remotely nervous for today as well. Most weddings I have been to, the bride is always going batshit crazy making sure everything is perfect or worrying that her soon to be husband might back out. That just shows how happy and comfortable Karly and Travis are in their relationship. God, I wonder what it must feel like to have that kind of love that is so solid and healthy. Suddenly my mind starts drifting to what it would be like to have that type of relationship with Joel.

Oh who am I kidding? I just met the guy. Sure, when his hand touched my shoulder my whole body felt like it was on fire. And yeah, maybe when he gave me that little lopsided grin it gave my entire stomach butterflies. Oh jeez. Today is gonna be a long day…

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Ok now I feel like my whole body is going to explode. He is looking at me like I’m now the bride and he is the groom. And suddenly, I’m wishing that were the case. We are getting closer and closer to walking down the aisle together, and every step we take towards one another my stomach does a little flip.

When we finally reach each other, he offers his arm for me to take as he speaks, “Wow… Uh yeah wow, you look gorgeous.”

Blushing, I respond with a quiet “Thank you.”

“Guess I was the lucky one eh? In case I end up tripping and making a fool of myself, no one will even be paying attention because all eyes will be on you.” There’s that little lopsided grin of his again.

“Well aren’t you a sweet talker.” I responded.

He just gives me a subtle wink before we ascend through the doors and down the aisle where Travis is waiting for the big moment. He gives us both a little smirk before we part ways like he knows something we both don’t.

…

Eventually Karly walks down the aisle looking like an absolute princess. The officiator says his whole ordeal, Karly and TK both say their vows to one another, there are lots of tears, and Joel and I can’t seem to keep our eyes off of each other.

After the ceremony, we all head in the direction of the reception hall where the real fun begins. Don’t get me wrong, the wedding was spectacular, the way everyone expected it to be. Now as music filled the air with a giddy sort of elation, the newlyweds looking beautiful and so happy while dancing, friends and relatives chatting between one another about this and that; I can’t help but feel a little bittersweet about it. I want this. I want that giddy elation to be surrounded around me, I want to wear that beautiful white gown, I want the guy to be looking at me like I just hung the moon while we had our first dance. Where’s my happily ever after--

“You know you never properly introduced yourself?”

Startled, I spun around to find the source. Joel.

I give him a sweet smile before returning my gaze back to the happy couple and responding, “Y/n y/l/n.”

He follows my gaze and lets out a little sigh before expressing “They’re perfect for each other, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, they really are.” Before I can get another word in Joel blurts;

“Do you wanna dance? Like,” He stumbles a little with his words, “like with me?”

Letting out a soft giggle, I happily reply, “I would love to.”

Seemingly relieved, Joel takes my hand and leads me out onto the dance floor as soon as a slow song comes on. He puts his hands respectively on my waist while I put mine around his neck inching him closer to my body. We dance with each other for a while, even after the song is over and a fast high tempo song blasts through the speakers. It’s like we are lost in each other, just savoring this ‘moment’ together.

Eventually after the fourth song comes on and we are still dancing, Joel pulls away just a little to look me in the eye before softly whispering “Do you believe in happily ever afters?”

Seeing that look in his eyes again, the one where it seems like he is looking at me like I just hung the moon? I answer in that same soft whisper, “Yeah… yeah I think I do.”

#joel farabee #joel farabee imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #joel farabee fic #ahh i just wanna dance with joel farabee and immediately fall in love with him #hope you liked it :)#my writing

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buckys-other-punk · 4 years

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Hold on..THIS IS YOU?!

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Request: where she is a fanfic writer and Sebastian stumbles upon her blog and messaged her as well not letting her know who he was but being an open person she is as to who she was, sending pictures and all, and until one day, decides to meet with her and she is surprised that it was the one she was writing for?

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: fluff, sarcasm (of course) and cussing? i think that’s all

A/N: Hello my lovelies. I am sorry I haven’t been posting as much, but that’s usually how I roll..no jk I legit had no time to write because of my classes this semester, so if this sucks I’m sorry lol. I’m still trying to get back into my writing groove...Also don’t mind my minor mistakes 😅

A/N 2: Anyways I AM BACK AND this is my first request ever!! I’m so excited to write this, I am soo sorry this took forever, but hope I did your request justice and that you like it (and so do others). I feel like I wrote this kinda cheesy, but whatever.

[Y/B/N = your blog name]

As always lemme know if you wanna be tagged in my future works and feedback is very much appreciated. Enjoy! <3

Just another normal day without stress and a less anxiety filled world...no, today was actually awful. You were swamped with work and your best friend was complaining about her boyfriend. Let’s just say that the stress she was having with him was making you feel happy that you were single. Trying to relax you heated up some coffee (a/n: or tea) and sat on the couch of your small apartment. Grabbing your laptop you wanted to unwind reading. Probably some fanfics on Tumblr usually does the trick.

After reading some pretty good marvel related fics by your mutuals, you got inspired to write some fics yourself. Opening up a new tab you began writing about your favorite actor, Sebastian Stan. That man literally makes your miserable day a little better. Sadly, like all the girls and women who fantasize over him, he doesn’t know you. But, whatever right? You can always use your imagination and conjure up a make believe world where the two of you are happily engaged and have a German Shepard puppy named Stitch. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you opened another tab on your laptop to pull up your writing playlist, you began typing away on your keyboard writing a new AU where you’re the celebrity of the world you were creating and he was a huge fan of you. After you finished your new fic, you posted that immediately without edits because you were so excited to see people read it.

*across town*

“Have you guys ever read any fanfiction about your characters or yourselves?” the interviewer asked the pair.

“You know I’ve seen a few that were quite impressive. These writers are damn creative.” Anthony replied with a smile. “I will also not lie. I’ve read a few steamy ones and y’all are dirty.” he added with a slight disgusted face shaking his head towards the camera.

“What about you Sebastian? Have you read any?” the interviewer lady asked, looking over to the man.

“Honestly. I haven’t.” Sebastian chuckled looking back at her. “Maybe, if Mackie here finds a good one about me I’ll give it a read.” shrugging towards his friend.

“Oh man, I got a few that are worth reading.” Mackie laughed, rubbing his hands together.

“Hey, might as well share them with the world. Let’s give that writer a shout out!” she exclaimed, placing her notecards on her lap.

“Well, like I’ve said I’ve only read a bit, but I do have some blogs that I’ve saved. Maybe next time I’ll name drop a few and give fans some well deserved praise.” Anthony smiled looking at the two.

“Alright, well you better have a huge list for me.” the lady said with a smile looking at Anthony. “Thank you both again for your time. For everyone watching Falcon and the Winter Soldier comes out in March 2021.” She finished off the interview smiling and waving at the camera and the two men followed her actions as well. Once the cameras and mics were turned off the lady came back to the two men.

“Thank you again guys for your time” the lady said to the pair shaking their hands (a/n: ok let's pretend there is no corona in this world so yeah. Everyone is healthy and so is the world!). The two replied with a simple you’re welcome and another thanks in return.

“Wait, have you really read fanfiction before?” Sebastian asked his co-star as the pair walked towards their manager, who was waiting for them outside the room, getting their schedule for the pair’s next interview.

“I mean yeah. I got curious on what people were writing about us and our characters.” Anthony responded with a shrug looking down at his phone.

“Aren’t most of those like fifty shades of grey?” Sebastian asked, staring at his friend as stood near their manager.

“Only if you want them to be..” Mackie stared at his friend with a blank face as they came to an abrupt stop. “Nah man, I’m just playing. Some of them are steamy, others can be sad, like crazy sad and some are like tooth rotting cute. Like I recently read one that was with Captain America and this original character that the author came up with and it made me say ‘aww’ when I finished it. Me. A grown man said ‘aww’ after reading a fanfic. A FANFIC!” he added. Their manager quickly explained their schedule and walked them over to their car to head off to the next location. The two were seated at the back, while their manager sat next to the driver.

“You know what. Send me that story you read.” Sebastian said to Anthony.

“Are you sure Seb?” Anthony asked with a chuckle.

“Yeah, why not.” he replied with a shrug. “Might as well read a good story before our next interview.”

“Alright let me send it to you right now. Honestly I think this writer is one of my favorites. I don’t know if it's her writing style or how she portrays our characters, but she’s amazing.” Mackie said with a smile getting the fic he recently read and sending it to his friend.

“So all her stories are good?” Sebastian asked, looking at the notification.

“I just said that she is my favorite writer.” Anthony looked at his friend with a ‘are you serious face.’

“Okay. Okay.” Seb said with his arms up in defense. After a few minutes of reading the fanfic Sebastian actually said ‘aww’ aloud just like Mackie after he first read the story.

“It was good wasn’t it.” Anthony asked with a toothy grin.

“Yeah this was really good. Y/B/N is a pretty good writer.” Sebastian said looking through your feed.

“You should tell her!” Anthony exclaimed.

“What, like make an account?” Seb asked.

“Well yeah, but I mean not your actual name of course. Make a fan account. Show these writers your appreciation, I know that if I were an author I would love that (a/n: wink wink). I’ve messaged a few writers complimenting their work without actually telling them who I am.” Anthony said, placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“I’m gonna read more stuff from her before I message her.” Sebastian chuckled. Sebastian clicked onto your main blog page to find that you had just posted a new fic about him. “Wait, dude she just posted a new story...About me!” Sebastian exclaimed, showing his phone to Anthony.

“Nice, but we have to finish these interviews. You gotta read it during your free time man, sorry to crush your dreams.” he chuckled, unbuckling his seat belt and getting out of the car. Sebastian sighed and followed his co-stars actions getting out of the car and continuing the rest of his day filled with interviews.

*later that evening*

After the interviews Anthony and Sebastian had dinner together at a fancy restaurant. During their dinner they talked about how crazy some interviews were. Sebastian brought up the subject of how Mackie publicly announced that he had read fanfiction. With that still stuck in his mind the two finished their meal and after parting ways. Sebastian took a cab and arrived at his apartment, changed out of his fancy suit to some comfy clothes and grabbed a bottle of water from his fridge. He walked over to his couch turning on the tv, not really paying attention to what was playing, grabbing his phone he opened the tumblr app finally creating an account.

*one week later*

Sebastian has read almost all of your works and texting Anthony almost every time after he has finished a new fic giving his reactions to each. He has liked and reblogged everything he has read from you and other writers, but he favors your stuff the most.

Mackie: dude you should tell her you like her stuff and stop texting me!

Seb: Alright I will, I just don't know what to say.

Mackie: Just say you like her work. It's as simple as that.

Seb: okay okay I will

Mackie: ok good, no stop texting my its legit 2 am

Seb: fine

Sebastian opened up the messaging area of the app and began typing away his appreciation to you. He didn’t know why he felt so nervous after he pressed send. Getting out of the app completely he tried to focus on whatever was playing on the tv. Then all of a sudden he heard a notification go off and his phone light up. Looking down on it he saw that it was a notification from you. Again his nervousness took place as he unlocked his phone to read the notification. The app opened and the direct message filled his phone screen.

(a/n: this is my first time using a fake dm thingy so just imagine that Seb is following you)

Seb: Holy shit dude, she actually replied back to me!

Mackie: Well of course she did, she's not a robot. But maybe she is since she’s up so late...

Seb: shut up and why are you still up? I though you were mad at me for texting you

Mackie: well you woke me up so what am i supposed to do

Seb: whatever I’ll let you go

Mackie: alright. bye lover boy

Sebastian shook his head at the text, he went back to the app to reply back to you. “What should I say?” he said to himself. “Maybe she’s in a different time zone or lives across the world or something… Okay okay. Maybe be chill and say I hope i didn’t wake you? No that sounds weird.” he shook his head trying to come up with something to say. Eventually he fell asleep trying to think of what to say to you.

*the next morning/later that day*

Sebastian woke up with his phone gone from his hand. He quickly got out of his bed in panic to look for it. Maybe you had said something to him or he had said something dumb to you. Once he found his phone he quickly unlocked it to check and thank god he didn’t say anything stupid. But he didn’t say anything. He shook his head clearing his thoughts. “Alright I think I know what to say.”

Y/N’s POV

You woke up to the sound of cars honking, groaning you looked at your clock. “How is it already 10 am?” you said aloud to nobody in particular. You sat up on your bed and grabbed your phone scrolling through various social media apps. At the top of your screen you saw a notification from tumblr. Opening the app to the notifications section, you noticed it was a blog that had messaged you from earlier in the morning.

sebstan_fan: Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Carter. I don’t know where you live, but I just woke up and had a dream about one of your fics. (wow I hope that didn’t sound creepy)

You smiled at the message, since you loved interacting with your followers.

y/b/n: haha its ok. I actually live near New York City and I also woke up. What was your dream about? (if i can ask)

Sebastian’s POV

Sebastian had just finished taking a shower and began preparing his late breakfast. “Holy shit she replied again!” he said to himself looking at the message.

sebstan_fan: Wait, you live near NYC! Me too! Wow such a small world. But anyways my dream was honestly just a reenactment of your fic.

y/b/n: that’s so crazy how we live near each other lol. But that's so cool how you dreamt about my work. You must have really liked it.

sebstan_fan: yeah it was really interesting how you wrote such a life like scenario.

y/b/n: thank you Carter <3

sebstan_fan: ok I now this is random, but what’s your favorite place to eat in New York?

y/b/n: ooh that’s tough. Let’s go with Lombardi’s since its the very first pizza place to open in the US

sebstan_fan: oh wow an excellent choice :)

*a couple weeks later*

You and your new tumblr friend have been talking about one another’s favorite hobbies and interests for the past few weeks. You feel like you have grown a new connection with your new friend and telling them about your shitty days at work. Today your best friend wanted to bring you with her and her boyfriend to some fancy restaurant.

y/b/n: Carter, I’m practically third wheeling with her and her boyfriend.

sebstan_fan: well that sounds awful. Where is she taking you?

y/b/n: idk to some fancy restaurant I’ve never heard of. Anyways she’s making me wear fancy clothes, but I just wanna wear my pajamas!

sebstan_fan: y/n come on. you gotta dress nice if other people are dressing nice too

y/b/n: ughh ok I think I found something nice. *sends picture of yourself in an elegant dress* what about this?

Seb’s POV

Sebastian got a glass of water and sat back down on his couch. Unlocking his phone to see the new dm from you he spit his water out of his mouth wetting the coffee table in front of him. “HOLY SHIT SHE’S GORGEOUS!” he yelled aloud staring at his phone in awe of your beauty.

sebstan_fan: Y/N, you look amazing! That dress is literally making you glow!

y/b/n: stop you’re making me blush..my friend just pulled up. I’ll dm you later once this stupid night is over.

sebstan_fan: alright have fun

y/b/n: <3

Sebastian quickly called Mackie to tell him that you sent him a photo of yourself.

“Dude, she is unbelievably gorgeous. I actually spit my water out all over my coffee table when I saw the picture. ” Sebastian said on the phone.

“Man you are so obsessed with her, it's kinda creepy.” Anthony replied through the phone.

“What? No man, we just clicked. We have a bunch in common and she’s really easy to talk to.” Sebastian gushed to his friend.

“Yeah, but she doesn’t know that you’re lying to her about your real identity. You’re like fucking Superman with a secret persona!” Anthony snickered at the man on the other line.

“Dude no, but I’ll tell her eventually that I’m me.” Seb replied back to Anthony.

“Well you better do it soon because I’m tired of hearing about you gushing over this woman.” Anthony huffed under his breath. “Anyways I gotta go so bye bitch.”

Sebastian laughed at his friend hanging up the phone and heading to his room getting ready for bed. As he laid on his bed he couldn’t take his mind off of you in that dress. You were so open with sharing your life to him, a complete stranger, yet he couldn’t do the same.

*the next day*

y/b/n: Carter! I forgot to dm you once I got home, but that dinner was terrible. I hated every minute of it.

sebstan_fan: what happened? Also good morning :)

y/b/n: good morning, sorry if I woke you. But anyways my best friend and her boyfriend brought some dude to make it a double date and the guy was a complete douche. I couldn’t stand a minute being there.

sebstan_fan: damn I’m sorry to hear that. I bet if I was there with you the night wouldn’t have been so bad haha

y/b/n: creepy..jk But I bet we would have completely ditched my friend and her boyfriend lol

sebstan_fan: wait, I got an idea! I mean since we live around the same area why don’t we meet!

y/b/n: what like in person?

sebstan_fan: no through zoom, yes in person!

y/b/n: wow the sarcasm in this one, but that sounds like a lovely idea. I feel like I already know so much about you tho...

Sebastian huffed under his breath, “not everything.”

sebstan_fan: lol yeah but it’ll be different to meet in person. Anyways where should we meet?

y/b/n: lol that’s true. Well I know this small cafe that’s so cute and I heard they have pretty good pastries. It would be awesome to meet there :D

sebstan_fan: alright how about Saturday afternoon? You don’t have work right?

y/b/n: nope I’m off! but that sounds good to me! I’m so excited and nervous at the same time. Like what if you’re some creepy stalker...

Sebstan_fan: why would you accuse me of such a thing?!

y/b/n: lol you know i’m just messing with you. But I gotta go my friend is now calling me, probably about that douche from last night...but I can’t wait to see you Carter!<3

“Yeah, me too.” Sebastian said to himself smiling.

*Saturday*

You sat at the cafe where you told your new tumblr friend to meet you. You ordered a drink and once it was finished, you grabbed it and sat near the windows saving a seat for Carter. As you waited you pulled out your laptop and began on typing away a new fic idea drawing inspiration from the small cafe and the gloomy weather outside.

“I’m sorry that seat’s taken...” you muttered to a man who pulled out the chain next to you, looking up at the figure. “Holy shit!” you exclaimed to the man who sat next to you.

“Shhhh...Please don’t say anything.” Sebastian whispered to you, sitting on the chair next to you and taking off his sunglasses.

“What? But how? You’re!? I can’t breathe.” you exclaimed erratically looking down at your drink.

“Hey, hey Y/N, just calm down and take slow deep breaths.” he said calmly placing his hand on your back.

“How the fuck do you know my name?!” you exclaimed again staring wide eyed at the actor. “Am I getting pranked or something? Where are the cameras?!” you nervously laughed looking around the empty cafe.

“No, you’re not getting pranked. It’s me Carter…” he said quietly rubbing the back of his head.

“You’re Carter?! I thought you were a girl!” you said looking into the man’s blue eyes.

“I may have lied about who I was, but I wanted to meet you.” he started as he stared down at the ground. “I didn’t want you to freak out knowing that it was actually me.” he said looking back up at you.

“Let me just gather my thoughts for a sec.” you said, putting your hand to your temples.

“Wait, why did you assume I was a girl?” he asked with a smirk.

“I don’t know! Carter is a unisex name.” you frantically said with a shrug. “And I mean most of my followers are female, so I just assumed you were one too.” you added grabbing your drink and taking a sip to calm your nerves.

“That makes sense I guess.” he said chuckling, looking out the big window of the cafe.

“This is so crazy that you are here. Sitting next to me and talking about my stupid tumblr blog.” you uttered. “Like you’re famous!”

“Yeah so what.” he looked back to you.

“I mean aren’t you busy filming and stuff?” you asked the man.

“Nope, we just wrapped up the interviews a couple of weeks ago. I’m on vacation.” he said with a toothy grin, which made you blush. “Aww look she’s blushing.” he said sweetly towards you.

“Shut up. It’s not like I get to meet my favorite actor who I’ve had a crush on since forever sitting next to me and casually conversing with.” you muttered quickly hoping he didn’t hear your profession of love for him.

“You got a crush on me?” he smiled at you.

“Fuck you. I do not!” you exclaimed looking away from him.

“Aww I think you do.” he said, nudging your shoulder.

“Whatever.” you said under your breath trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Hey, I’m in awe too.” he began, which made you look at him. “It’s not like I get to see a beautiful woman who I like.” he smirked at you.

“I think I’m dreaming. Did you just say you like me?!” you asked pinching yourself back into reality.

“I mean yeah. I really like your work as a writer and the past what month we’ve been talking I think you’re a really cool and sweet person.” he said now blushing.

“I bet you say that to all the women you meet.” scoffing at his comment.

“No I’m serious Y/N. I think you’re a really talented writer. And I think you’re also really pretty.” again blushing, but this time he looked straight at you.

“Oh, wow. Thank you so much Sebastian.” you hesitated, your cheeks heating up. “That means a lot coming from you.” you smiled.

“Of course. And also I wanted to ask you in person if after coming clear about who I actually am, if you wanted to go out sometime. I know its weird and all sudden but-”

“Yes!” you exclaimed quickly cutting him off. “I mean. I would love to.” you said more calmly. “God, I’m trying so hard to keep my inner fangirl in.” you huffed under your breath.

Sebastian laughed at your comment and then asked, “Alright then. What about tomorrow I take you out for dinner?”

“That sounds delightful.” you smiled at the man. The two of you fell silent watching the people who passed by the small cafe.

“Oh, but can I ask you one more question? Why are you wearing a hat? And shades earlier? It's legit rainy and cloudy as hell outside.” you asked, looking at the man with your head resting on your hand.

“I’m going incognito. I don’t want my fans to recognize me.” he replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Are you embarrassed of them seeing you with me?” you hesitantly interrogated.

“No, I just don't want them to interrupt our first date.” he responded with a smirk looking at you.

“Wait, this is a date?!” you exclaimed with wide eyes.

“Only if you want it to be sweetheart.” Sebastian smirked, winking towards you.

“Fuck you.” You said with a smile.

A/N: Yay you finished! Was that good? bad? cheesy? lemme know lol Again if you wanna be tagged in future fics, have any requests or just wanna chat hit me up! Thank you guys for reading and I hope you get excited for more stuff to come.

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botwstoriesandsuch · 4 years

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[Image ID: A screenshot of an anon asking saying “I just wanna say that your tags whenever you rb art and fics are so cute 🥺 you reblogged something of mine the other day and the tags were just so nice and innocent??? It’s like watching a little kid at an aquarium 😝so as an artist I thank you, hope you don’t take it as cringy” End ID]

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Cringey?? nonononono I may be a young kid watching the pretty fish swim aimlessly in the aquarium but I will

recklessly enjoy other people’s content don’t test me

I try to keep it in the tags cause I don’t wanna take away from the op’s original work, plus it makes it easier for other people to rb it from me, but I will amp up the love and appreciation when the situation calls for it. You could straight up come into my inbox or messages and just ask me to give you a reblog and I will do it, I do not care I love you, content creators.

Cringe Culture is dead it’s time to gush plus if I do this often enough people might do it more for me so it’s a win win hehe

Legit, I got a super sweet comment on one of my fics quoting something I wrote and it made me so happy so I was like “huh, guess I’ll do that more often then” and now I’m doing that, that’s how impressionable I am asdfghjk

Also hello?? specifically *my* tags helped you out?? I am a nobody, CLEARLY not enough people are doing this smh, allow me to teach the masses for a sec here

How To Make A Content Creator Happy: the world’s simplest guide to spreading serotonin through a keyboard

Step fucking one) You reblog it. I mean, that’s a given. You’ve all seen those “reblogs help creators out and likes do nothing” posts so I won’t rant too much. Likes are good, but reblogs are like handing someone a stack of a hundred dollars and all it takes is one click!

(PRO TIP: Hold down the button and swipe for mobile, and hold the left alt button and click once for computer [though it will only rb to your main blog. if you want it for a side-blog then you’re stuck with two clicks but HEY two clicks to help out a creator you like is nothing!])

You share it! Just share stuff. Share the ao3 like, please do it. Don’t repost, don’t just mention it, give the links especially when you’re just in conversation or talking about it around plz I swear it does wonders

Ok moving on to the super simple stuff for commenting and putting stuff in the tags because I guarantee that the op will read them

write A N Y T H I N G and I literally mean anything just fucking:

!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sdjflksdjfkjh

?!?!?!?!!?

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghghhhhhhhhh

:OOOOOOOOO

prettyyy

<33333333333333333

just fucking go ham, go nuts, it doesn’t need to be coherent it just needs to EXIST the very existence of someone enjoying someone’s content gives so much serotonin so stop being silent cowards and give us a smiley face from time to time

uh what else what else....hmm [golden rule is treat others the way you want to be treated, so if you’re a creator yourself, just give whatever you would want seen in the comments of your stuff! I mean that’s how I came up with all this...]

Point out the details! I mentioned earlier about quoting stuff from fics (that stuff is just 👌👌👌 so delicious) but I’m pretty sure (I’m not an artist myself don’t quote me) that the exact same effect is present when you talk about details in art or something. So talk about that pretty snowflake in the background! Or that piece of dialogue that made you laugh. Just a simple nod to the details is a big difference between saying “I like this” versus “I like this thing that you took the time to make the effort you put into the details did not go unnoticed”

just ALL the feedback please and thank you

this might vary from person to person, though personally I love when people are like “The way you write imagery is so good please do more!!” so just give a little nod to someone like “The way you draw this character is amazing please do more” or something like that

I wouldn’t go as far as to give criticism (although personally I’m the type of person that loves the occasionally critique for future reference, cause it means that you care as much as I do about the quality of my work)

But along the same lines as the details thing, a nice nod to a creator about what they’re doing right is sooooo good! makes the butterflies flutter

~~~~~~Did that post give you emotions?~~~~~~

G O O D

~~FUCKING TELL US~~

THE ACT OF SOMEONE WRITING A SET OF LETTERS, OR SOMEONE SKETCHING A BLOB MADE ANOTHER DISTANT HUMAN BEING DEVELOP CHEMICALS IN THEIR BRAIN?? SURE WOULD LOVE TO KNOW THAT BECAUSE WOW THAT’S AMAZING!?!??

just go “I’m so happy” or “I’m so sad” just “TT__TT” just fucking “:OO” or just “I hate this” [HUMOURISTICALLY] and “I can’t believe you’ve done” just give it yes tell us the emotion that you have felt we love it

I don’t think enough people understand how amazing that is???? You were once in a normal, neutral state, and then a piece of content that I created just made you smile or laugh or cry like WHAT that’s amazing omg

Ok so that’s pretty much the simple stuff right, that’s your elementary classwork right there

Just give something, literally anything and just go “I love this so much!!!!!” bam done, you just murdered the op with your love, great job

So yeah, that’s that. Pretty simple stuff, no?

...but you wanna graduate to master class?

You wanna fucking go ape shit

you wanna just

g o t o town?

I said this was gonna be a simple guide so don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell you that you have to write a full length essay on every post that you come across

[BUT IF YOU WANT TO DON’T LET ME STOP YOU THAT WOULD ACTUALLY BE AMAZING?? HELL WRITING OUT A PARAGRAPH OF A COMMENT IS ALREADY JUST *CHEFS KISS* MASTERCLASS OF MURDERING THE OP WITH LOVE JUST ANALYZING THE SHIT OUT OF THE COLORS AND SHADING AND FRAMING OR JUST POINTING OUT THE THEMES AND SUBTEXT AND CHARACTERIZATION --part of the reason I love betaing stuff so much because I can analyze shit and shower it with premature love while also helping fics to be even better than they were originally ugh so cleansing for my literature heart-- SO YEAH GIVE CREATORS A PARAGRAPH, DARE I DREAM OF PARAGRAPHS, BECAUSE WOW YES PLEASE YES]

...ahem anyway

the way to graduate from good to great as a receiver of content is

to do all this

any of this

any of this simple stupid amazing shit

and just

put it in an ask or message

that’s literally it

Let me tell you why that’s so amazing, it pumps up the already amazing dopamine dosage of these actions alone, and multiplies it by a hundred, let me tell you why

Let’s say you read a drabble. You loved it, you reblogged it, you gave it hearts and emojis and ranted for a few tags about how it made you drop your muffin on the ground. Fantastic work, you just made the op pass out.

Then you go about your day and that’s the end of that.

BUT

if you do all that

and then put it in an ASK

dare you even a direct message?? (probably not most of us on here are cowards I get that)

but an ASK, anon or otherwise?

The message you just sent to the op was “I interacted with the post you made, and I loved it so much that I went the extra mile of going to your blog to make extra extra sure you understand how much I liked your thing”

There’s a wordless wall with every post! You like and reblog the thing and move on with your day.

But the fact that YOU sent a HEART a SINGLE sentence about how you liked a thing? the fact that you BREACHED that wall and just fucking keyboard smashed in the inbox? the fact that you did that is the most amazing thing in the world

you just ambush the op with good vibes. we were expecting the bare minimum in the comments and tags, but the fact you when out of your way to make it a message or ask???? superb, outstanding, the sheer SHOCK of it will shift tectonic plates

you’re my fucking hero if you do this. you’re a godsend. I would kill for you,👏people👏would👏kill👏for👏you.

AT LEAST THEY WOULD KILL FOR YOU IF THIS ACTION DIDN’T ALREADY MURDER THEM

BE A MURDERER, NAY, A SERIAL KILLER. MURDER CONTENT CREATORS WITH LOVE

BE RECKLESSLY KIND AND LOVING YOU PIECE OF SHIT, ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO BE CRINGY TO STARVING AND DYING WRITERS AND ARTISTS WE WILL TAKE IT ALL GOD DAMMIT

YOU ARE A CHILD STARING UP AT AN AQUARIUM IN WONDER.

MAKE YOUR HAPPINESS STIR THE TIDES, LET YOUR PRESCENCE BE KNOWN PAST THE REFLECTION OF THE GLASS.

THE FISH ARE LOOKING FOR YOUR SMILE.

#I had to write this post in ANTI-ADHD format so that people would actually pay attention to it so apologies to the neurotypicals #IMPORTANT #👏give👏content👏to👏content👏creators👏#cause unlike for you guys the content we want doesnt need to be the highest quality #we just want a sentence about how it made you feel is that too much to ask?#just one keyboard spam plz #idk what else to tag this as #its 1 am and i have thoughts #art #not botw #writing #i just realized the analogy of fish and creators is a bit weird #i dont mean to imply that our entire existence relies on your feedback #i mean it kind of does #BUT #we're not animals and we don't OWE you content #so uh #all the more reason to give people a heart every now and then right?#this is getting a bit ranty #i'll leave before i embarrass myself further #long post

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tchallasbabymama · 4 years

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GFG

Hey lovelies, here’s Chapter 9 of Playlist. Don’t forget to check out my masterlist HERE to catch up and read my other stories. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Also, can someone tell me WHY sometimes when I post from my laptop the words end up all blacked out on mobile? It’s really starting to get on my damn nerves.

Oh, and look forward to a Valentine’s Day surprise!

Word Count: ~7000

CW: Smut

“Usisi!” Shuri threw down her tools and ran to Ashanti, pulling her into the tightest hug she had ever experienced. “What are you doing here?”

It had been a week since that day at the lake, and aside from Zina and Jafari, who had been sworn to secrecy, nobody knew of Ashanti and T’Challa’s rekindled relationship yet. They wanted to take a little time to themselves without having to worry about meddling from other people, but they felt it was finally time to come clean to their loved ones. When they told Ashanti’s people, they all acted as though it was news to them. In fact, Chidi and Bisa had seen them leaving Taj’s that day and since Bisa was a terrible gossip, Binta and Kwame were soon brought into the loop when they stopped by the restaurant later that day. Just like the first time around, the twins noticed her floating around the house with a permanent smile on her face, but they decided to let her come to them despite her obvious infatuation.

Ashanti and T’Challa had yet to tell the royal family, but Ramonda noticed her son’s change in demeanor. He walked taller with his head held higher than usual, and that’s saying something for a king. She already knew what was going on, she could see it in his eyes, but she waited patiently for him to come clean. Shuri had been holed up in her lab every day working on upgrades to their public transportation system so she never even noticed. She was completely caught off guard when Ashanti entered the lab and barely even noticed her brother.

“I can’t just come visit because I miss you?” Ashanti asked the princess in jest.

“It took you this long to miss me?”

“Honestly? It took me this long to not feel uncomfortable about coming up here.”

“Why would you feel uncomfortable?” Shuri asked, a little bit deflated.

“I didn’t want to run into this guy,” she pointed back at T’Challa as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist before kissing her temple.

Despite the gross PDA, Shuri’s face lit up when she saw them together. They had been apart for too long and she knew how much her brother had missed Ashanti. She was happy to see him smiling again.

“So you worked things out?”

“That we did,” T’Challa answered while beaming from ear to ear.

“Awww I’m happy for you both! And Ashanti, I’m so glad to have you back. We have a lot to catch up on! Wait, does mama know yet? Or N’Jadaka? Did you tell Nakia?”

“Just you, so far, but Ashanti will be joining us for dinner tonight.”

“Ok, but you have to tell Nakia, she’s been harassing me about it all week.”

T’Challa chuckled at his friend’s insistence. “I’ll call Nakia after dinner. Mama is already going to have my head for not telling her sooner.”

“Eh, she probably already knows. You know how she is with stuff like this.”

“Yes, she does seem to have a sixth sense sometimes...”

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Ashanti shrugged.

“Where is she anyway?” T’Challa asked.

“Oh she went to the river province to get out of the palace for a little while. She’ll be back for dinner. Hey, any idea what they’re cooking up down there? I’m already starving.”

“Well what do you have a taste for?”

Shuri thought for a second before answering, “Peanut stew chicken, jollof rice, and plantains.”

“Then that’s what I’ll make,” T’Challa smiled at his favorite little sister.

“Wait, you’re cooking dinner?! Bast, I’ll have to change into sweatpants before I get there.”

Ashanti and T’Challa both laughed at her, but Ashanti was definitely thankful she wore her favorite flowy yellow dress for the same reason.

The three of them spent the next hour or so together around the lab. Shuri showed them a bunch of new inventions that went right over Ashanti’s head, but the panther suit on a mannequin caught her eye.

“I thought you always had yours on.”

“Hm?” T’Challa looked up from examining Shuri’s newest upgrades to the vibranium gauntlets. Ashanti pointed at the mannequin and he nodded. “Oh, yeah, that’s the previous version. Here, look.” He called his suit on without his helmet and Ashanti’s jaw dropped. She had never seen him in his suit in person and it left very little to the imagination. She reached out to feel the vibranium weave and the sharpness of his claws.

“Is the helmet a separate p-”

She was cut off by the fibers covering his face, and a huge smile came across hers.

“This is the coolest thing I think I’ve ever seen,” she poked and prodded all over him and noticed a purple glow when she used a little more pressure. “What’s that?”

“The suit absorbs and redistributes kinetic energy.” Shuri chimed in, admiring her work.

“I don’t know what that means…”

“Kick him and find out,” the princess snickered, raising her beads to record. Ashanti’s face twisted in confusion as Shuri mouthed to her, “I’ll show you later.”

“Shuri, hush,” T’Challa playfully admonished his sister before turning back to his love. “Basically it just means that if you hit me, the suit hits back.”

“Yep, coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” she leaned into him and whispered in his ear. “Can you control where it does and doesn't cover?”

He chuckled, knowing exactly where she was going with her line of questioning. “Not with this one, but I can convince Shuri to make that a feature on the next upgrade.”

“I’d like that,” she said, biting her lip and taking in his still-masked face.

“I don’t know what you two are talking about, but if you could take that lovey dovey shit out of my lab that would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.”

“Fine, we know when we are not wanted.”

“No it’s just you, big head.”

“That’s fine. See you at dinner, scrawny arms.”

“Out!”

Ashanti laughed at the siblings’ interaction and hugged Shuri before heading up the ramp with T’Challa. When they got to the Talon, she pulled him into the sleeping quarters.

“Put the suit on again.”

He called it on all the way so that he was covered head to toe and backed her against the wall, grabbing her wrists and holding them over her head. Her chest heaved as she took in his predatorial face and she looked up to see that he was holding her in such a way that he wouldn’t scratch her with his claws. His helmet shrank back into the necklace and he kissed her, making her knees weak. It was a slow and sloppy kiss, the kind that turned her on and he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Are you going to let the Black Panther eat that sweet pussy?”

She nearly melted at his words, and she could feel her pussy throbbing in her panties. She nodded at him before she could speak.

“Yes, please.” she answered as her lip found its way between her teeth.

“On the bed.”

Ashanti did as she was told and laid back on the pillows, positioning herself so that she could get a good view. He stalked over to her like the predator he was and climbed onto the bed before pushing her dress up to around her waist and taking one of his claws and ripping her new pink satin thong.

“T’Challa! That was n-new,” she fussed as he left a big sloppy tongue kiss on her pussy.

He looked up at her and shrugged. “I’m rich, I’ll get you a thousand pairs just like it.”

She giggled and he went back to work. He carefully used his fingers to pull her pussy lips apart, but she could still feel the cold metal on her skin. One slip-up and he could slice right through her, but that just added to Ashanti’s excitement.

His tongue explored every inch of her pussy, lapping her folds with passion and sucking her juicy clit until she screamed his name and came all on his face. He made sure he lapped up every drop and when he noticed his thumbs had been covered too, he carefully licked her juices from his sharp claws.

Ashanti shivered at the sight, discovering another kink as she watched him. He noticed her squirming and leaned down to kiss her so she could taste herself.

“Whew I can’t wait until the next upgrade!” She said, still catching her breath. He laughed and fell to the bed next to her and laid on his side, head propped up and staring at her beautiful face.

“Neither can I. You know, I never thought about fucking in the suit.”

“Oh that’s all I thought about when I would see you on the news.”

He laughed and kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips.

“Come on, I’m sure we’re at the palace by now.”

The two of them made their way to the kitchen to get started on dinner, hand in hand. Despite the fact that they hadn’t come clean about their relationship yet, they just couldn’t keep their hands to themselves, even in public. Especially T’Challa who had to always touch her in some way, but Ashanti loved it and would never complain.

“So what do you need me to do, chef?”

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“Unyana, you have outdone yourself this time,” Ramonda said after a couple of bites.

“Thank you, but I believe it has something to do with my beautiful sous chef,” he nodded towards Ashanti who was seated to his right.

“Obviously, but what I want to know is how long you two really thought you could keep this from me.”

T’Challa already knew this conversation was coming, and let out a sigh. Ashanti reached out her hand and grabbed his, intertwining their fingers.

“I just wanted us to have some time to ourselves, and I think it actually worked out pretty well.” she smiled at T’Challa, who brought her hand to his lips.

“You two are disgusting,” Shuri gagged.

“I’m with Lil Bit,” N’Jadaka said under his breath, equally disgusted by their lovey dovey bullshit.

“Oh hush, you two could stand to learn a thing or two from them. So do I hear wedding drums in the future?”

“We have discussed a future together, but no plans as of yet, mama.”

“I just want to live in the moment with him for now. I know that once we go public we’ll have to deal with the council, and I don’t want to do that just yet.”

“Smart choice, they can be brutal sometimes.”

“So how’d y’all get back together?” N’Jadaka asked, already on his second plate.

“Well I guess it started when I called him a couple months ago…”

Ashanti proceeded to tell T’Challa’s family a PG version of the story of their new relationship while he simply looked on, entranced by her beauty, adding his two cents every now and then.

“Ugh!”

“That’s disgusting.” Shuri and N’Jadaka spoke over each other when Ashanti was finished, but they both had sly smiles on their faces despite their revulsion.

Ramonda shot her daughter and nephew a look across the table while N’Jadaka tried to cover his face as he chuckled into his napkin.

“I’m happy for you, though. Now we don’t have to see his ugly mug moping around the palace anymore.”

T’Challa waited briefly for Ramonda to look back down at her food before flipping his cousin off.

“Ooooh, Auntie, T-”

“I saw it, you two cut it out.”

Shuri snickered and Ashanti couldn’t help but chuckle at the family. She was an only child and her one uncle never had any children, so it wasn’t until she moved in with the twins that she got to experience that type of bickering that can only come from being siblings or cousins. She was happy to see that even though T’Challa and N’Jadaka had only known each other for a few years, their relationship seemed pretty normal.

Shuri leaned back to loosen her “eating pants” and let out a sigh.

“Somebody carry me to my room.”

“I would, but uh,” N’Jadaka leaned back, too, “I can’t move either. T, help us out?”

Ramonda chuckled as her son gave his cousin what N’Jadaka described as his “nigga, please” look, and Ashanti nearly spit out her water. She loved getting to see another side of him when he interacted with his family members.

The five of them finished and the three who didn’t cook lazily cleaned the kitchen as Ashanti and T’Challa rested on the couch, drinking some ginger tea to help their digestion.

“I love how you are with your family, I missed seeing you like that.”

“Like what?”

“As someone’s big cousin and big brother and son. I always see my love T’Challa, and I’ve gotten glimpses of King T’Challa and The Black Panther here and there...but I like seeing T’Challa Udaku, family man.” she smiled up at him as she leaned into his side and his arm went around her shoulder, pulling her in close.

“How much bigger of a family man would you like to see?”

“Just one, maybe two more family members would be nice.”

He smiled from ear to ear and leaned down to kiss her lightly and whisper to her, “That sounds perfect.”

She kissed him again and they settled back into the couch in blissful silence, listening to the clashing dishes and running water in the kitchen behind them. The itis swiftly took them away into a blissful sleep.

-------

Ashanti had been right to want that week of alone time, because shortly after they told the royal family her name was brought up in a council meeting. K’Hari had told his replacement Mala about Ashanti, knowing she would spread the information to other council members, which she did. Before she could even bring it up in their meeting, the Merchant Tribe elder beat her to the punch.

“My king, I have one more item before we dismiss.”

T’Challa nodded for her to continue, curious about where this was going.

“We have all heard rumors going around that we were wondering if you could clear up for us.”

Several other council members nodded around the circle, leaving M’Baku and a few others very confused on who this “all” was referring to.

“What is this about?” the king asked, growing impatient the more she drew it out.

“Well, we have heard...”

“Yes…” he tried to control his growing temper.

“Are you involved with Ashanti Mostafa?”

Everyone turned to look at T’Challa, who was seething in his throne. He knew this had to be K’Hari’s doing. M’Baku knew of their relationship, but was a friend to the king and was a steel trap when it came to secrets. The only other council member who knew was Ramonda, and he knew she wouldn’t have said anything. The other council members knew of Ashanti from the Zenzi incident, and back then it seemed they thought she was a nice girl. Ode, the Merchant Tribe Elder knew her and her parents personally, but that didn’t change how she or some of the other council members felt about the situation. No matter how nice she was, Ashanti was not of royal blood.

“I do not see what that is of any importance here,” he brushed off and continued the meeting.

This happened for several meetings before T’Challa grew tired of the inquiries, and decided to set the record straight. The meeting went about as well as he thought it would: not well at all.

Half of the council was either on his side or apathetic to the argument, but the other half was vehemently against him being involved with and possibly marrying someone who wasn’t of royal blood.

“My king, tradition states-”

“Traditions are a foundation for us to build on. I do not see the issue here,” M’Baku added to the argument, frustrated that the subject was such a big deal to the elders on the council. T’Challa was thankful to have his friend present that day, feeling less alone but still weighed down by the conversation.

“My king, we are simply concerned that all of our old ways will be forgotten. We already agreed to open the country to outsiders-”

“Watch it, old lady,” N’Jadaka warned Mala and although Queen Mother was also offended by the Mining Tribe elder’s use of words, she shot her nephew a look to remind him to be respectful.

“Excuse me, my prince, to the ‘Lost Tribe’. We are concerned about the royal lineage being tainted as well.”

“Tainted?! And just how would it be ‘tainted’ Mala?” The king raised his voice, a rare occurrence which frightened her into silence. “Answer me.”

“S-she is a peasant-”

The king’s blood pressure rose as did the rest of the royal family’s, but Ramonda always kept a cool head and stepped in before the situation escalated, “That is enough for today. We will reconvene next Wednesday evening.”

Mala and her faction of the council stood quickly to scurry out of the room, but they were stopped by the king’s commanding voice.

“Not yet. Sit down.”

A chill went down everyone’s spine as they sat back in their chairs.

“I am your king, do not forget yourself in my presence,” he stared directly at Mala. “I can admit my mistakes, and I can admit that I allowed you to have your opinion on the matter for far too long. I will be continuing my relationship with Ashanti for as long as she allows, and none of you will have anything to say about it from here on out. Make no mistake, you should not speak so ill of your future queen.”

He could see the looks of horror on Mala and Ode’s faces. They would certainly be a problem…

He dismissed them all and they scurried away. M’Baku saluted the king as he lumbered out of the room, needing to get back to the Jabari Tribe for yet another meeting.

“Man, I don't know how you do it. I’d have snapped weeks ago.” N’Jadaka clapped him on his shoulder.

“Trust me, it took a lot of self-restraint. I do not enjoy ruling in that way, but when she called Ashanti a peasant, I saw red...a peasant? Who even uses that term anymore?”

“Maybe they would feel better if they got to meet her,” Ramonda offered.

He rubbed his temples, looking forward to getting back to his quarters, but he knew he had a full day ahead of equally frustrating tasks.

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Ashanti perked up at the sound of her doorbell and slid across the wooden floor to open the door and greet her man.

“Hey handsome,” she let him in and kissed his lips, immediately sensing something was bothering him. “What’s wrong?”

He smiled fondly, he should have known he couldn’t get anything past her.

“I will tell you later, I promise,” he kissed her again, pulling her in close,” but I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“You look stressed,” she reached for his forehead and smoothed out the frown lines in the middle of his forehead with her thumbs. “Come on.”

She grabbed his hand and led him to her room.

“Before you called me I had set up a whole self-care night. How about you join me?”

“I’d love to,” he grinned at her.

He got comfortable just like he always does in her space and stripped down to his underwear before plopping on her bed and rolling over to face her.

“Ok, what now?”

“Well I was going to watch a comedy that Binta suggested while I put on a face mask and do a mani-pedi. Then I need to do something to my hair, maybe I’ll braid it again...Did you bring the weed?”

“Of course I did,” he smiled mischievously

“Kim, play ‘Girl’s Trip’,” she called out to the AI in her home. “Ok, now go wash your face and come back.”

He followed her instructions and when he returned he rolled a blunt before laying back on the bed with her. He lit it and held it to her lips since both of her hands were busy.

The movie played as Ashanti sat cross-legged with T’Challa’s head in her lap, massaging those frown lines again. Then she took a jade roller to his face and she could have sworn she heard him purr. She dipped her fingers into her homemade clay face mask and carefully slathered a thin layer on his face, avoiding his lush beard.

“When this dries, it’s going to be hard to move your face. That’s usually about when I wash mine off.”

He laid there completely still, enjoying her pampering. After the mask was on all the way, she repeated the process on her face then she moved to the edge of the bed and had him sit on the floor between her legs as she massaged his scalp with some coconut oil. This was always T’Challa’s favorite, and he damn near fell asleep on her, but he was awakened by the sound of her laughing at the movie.

“Ok, now it’s pedicure time.”

“I had one yesterday, but I can do yours.”

“You’re going to paint my nails?”

“Why not? I am already down here.” He kissed the inside of her calf as he massaged her foot with his gifted hands.

Her feet dangled over the side of her bed as he sat on the floor with her legs draped over his shoulders. He focused on her toes as he carefully painted each one, planting kisses on her legs along the way.

Ashanti loved these intimate moments with T’Challa. He could be so soft with her and she loved that nobody got to see this side of the powerful man but her. After he finished with the top coat he blew on her toes to dry them and her already-wet pussy jumped a little bit. He knew he was turning her on, so he stopped and turned around, coming face to face with her clothed flower. Her hips involuntarily rolled in his direction and he planted a kiss between her legs, causing her to moan his name. He came up and kissed her lips.

“Not now, kitten. Your toes need to dry.”

“What?! You can't ju-”

She was interrupted by his fingers travelling up and down her center.

“What did I say?” he whispered in her ear.

“N-not now.”

He kissed her forehead then her nose then her lips, “Good girl.”

He removed his hand from between her legs and went to the bathroom to wash his face mask off before she followed him to do the same. She spritzed their faces with rosewater before applying face serum and moisturizer. When she was done T’Challa’s skin glowed even more than its usual perfection and it took all of her willpower to not reach out and touch.

They went back to the bed and Ashanti grabbed her tools and products to start the process of braiding her hair as he pressed play on the movie again.

“Would you like help?”

“You know how to braid?”

“I used to do Shuri’s hair all the time. She was tender headed and for a while she wouldn’t let anyone else touch her hair.”

“What can’t you do?” she rolled her eyes

They shared a laugh and he mirrored her positioning from earlier, legs thrown over the side of the bed as she sat on the floor between them. He sectioned and lightly oiled her scalp before massaging her just as she did him. She moaned from the feeling of his large fingers manipulating her body in such a way. He then sectioned and braided her hair in no time flat. She got up to check herself out in the mirror and was more than pleasantly surprised by the results, and she felt hardly any pain or pulling.

“I already knew this from other activities, but you have very gifted fingers.”

He laughed and wrapped her hair in a silk scarf before they settled into the bed, meaning to find another movie to watch, but getting lost in each other’s eyes instead.

“Earlier, when I got here, I was upset about this morning’s council meeting.”

“It must have been pretty bad to stick with you all day like that...what was it about?”

“You.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and she sat up a little.

“Me?”

“Yes, some of the elders don’t like that you are not of royal blood and are concerned about ‘tradition’ being broken.”

“They’re just going to have to get over that,” she laid back down on the bed and snuggled into him, throwing her leg across him. “Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

“I don’t think so. Mother suggested you come to a meeting, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“I do not want to involve you in-”

“I’m already involved, baby. It’s about me.”

He considered her words for a moment before caving.

“Alright, the next meeting is Wednesday at 5. They are normally in the mornings, but we rescheduled to accommodate the River Festival” he said before kissing her and pressing play on a new Wakandan movie they had both been meaning to see for a while.

-------

“You could have said something!” Ashanti yelled after the door to his office closed, despite having argued the entire way from the throne room.

“I did.”

“Yeah, after they insinuated I was everything but a child of Bast. What would I be after your wealth for? I have enough money to live a good life.”

“I know-”

“And I just want to carry the royal seed to be taken care of for the rest of my life? In-fucking-sane!”

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea.”

“Oh shut up,” Ashanti spat back, making the king roll his eyes at her attitude. “You’re not the one whose character is being called into question.”

“No, but my discernment is. My ability to rule is.”

“I didn’t realize I would be the downfall of the great T’Challa Udaku,” she said sarcastically.

“Kitten, that’s not what I meant,” he followed behind her as she attempted to avoid him, and he turned her around to face him.

“I-” he sighed, “I had hoped they would have been different after I spoke to them last week, but it seems that is not the case-”

“And Ode? Fucking Ode?! How dare she look me in my eye and call me a commoner. That two-faced old bitch-”

“Ashanti-”

“Fuck her and that ugly ass Mala, they can both choke-

“Ashanti-”

“What the fuck do you want?!”

He looked at her like she’d lost her mind.

“I don’t know who you think you are raising your voice at, but I’ve had enough of your disrespect-”

“Fuck off, T’Challa.”

A deep chuckle erupted from his body and out his mouth while Ashanti stared at him, annoyed by every sound he made.

“I forgot how much of a brat you can be,” he said while backing her up against the door, reaching out and turning the lock.

“I’m not a brat, I’m pissed the fuck off.”

“You’re going to get tired of cursing at me-”

“No I fucking won’t.”

His hand came up and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him while his other hand held her waist against the door. “I don’t raise my voice at you, you don’t raise your voice at me. That’s not how we do things. Understand?”

She refused to meet his gaze and tried to shake her head out of his grasp, only for him to bring her back to his eyes.

“Do you understand me?”

“Fine, I understand you.” she rolled her eyes and he pulled her in for a wet, open mouth kiss. Her frustration fueled her as her tongue came in contact with his and he pushed her further into the door.

“On my desk, now,” he growled into her ear before slapping her ass.

“Make me.”

He growled and lifted her over his shoulder before walking to the desk and placing her on the corner.

She crossed her legs under her long printed skirt, her right thigh peeking out from the slit on the side and giving him a little tease. He walked over to her, opening her legs and stepping between them before leaning down and tilting her chin up towards him.

“You think you’ve been a good girl for your king?”

She bit her lip, anticipating her punishment.

“No, kumkani.”

“That’s right, you haven’t. You think it’s ok to yell and curse at me?” he pushed her wild coils behind her ear. “That’s fine, I can just take away that pretty little voice.”

Ashanti sharted to speak, but he shushed her.

“Go up to my quarters and strip. Be on my bed, naked and ready for me when I get there,” he said with a slap to her ass. She hopped down from the desk and scurried out of the room.

Ashanti had never stripped so fast, and she was more than ready to splay herself out across his bed, but she decided to position herself on her knees with her legs tucked under her since she knew how much he loved to see her beg. She stayed like that for 20 minutes before T’Challa appeared with a smug look on his face, tickled at her annoyance for having to wait..

“What took you so long?”

“Did I say speak?”

His calm tone sent a shiver down her spine and she bit her lips to keep quiet.

“Your mouth seems to be getting you in a lot of trouble right now. Good thing I brought this,” he held up a black ball gag with black leather straps and Ashanti let out a faint moan.

He took her jaw in his hand one more time and made direct eye contact with her, “What’s the safeword?”

“Papaya.”

A sinister grin appeared on his face.

“Kim, play ‘Kitten’ playlist,” he called out to the AI.

I know that you made love right here

I won't fall back for you, I want you

Ok say the back seat going up now

High enough to make me never come down

Got that look in her eye like "yeah"

Got her looking for a nigga, wanna cry now

I wanna give it to her now like, right now

Hit the hotel like lights out

Bad as a motherfucker, that's no doubt

Let my name live in your mouth

He pulled her in, licking one long stripe from her collarbone to her earlobe, nibbling on it before running his tongue along the shell of her ear.His hands went down to grab two handfuls of her ass as his mouth travelled back to her neck where he suckled until her hands came up to push him back. He grabbed them and held her wrists behind her as he bit down where her neck and shoulder meet before grabbing her jaw again.

“Good girl. Now, I don't want to have to use this on you, but I will if you can’t keep your pretty little mouth shut. Nod if you understand me,” he paused to watch her struggle to nod against his grip. “Good fucking girl, kitten. Now come down on the floor and sit just like that, good. Look up at me.”

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Let me hear you say oh oh oh

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Let me hear you say oh oh oh

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

Wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time

Wild for a nigga one time, get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

Wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time

Get wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

He pulled his meaty dick out of his pants and tapped it against Ashanti’s lips, signaling her to open up.

“Vula.” he grumbled out to her. Ashanti opened her mouth as wide as it could go and he slid his way into her mouth and down her well-trained throat. She slobbered up and down his shaft while she swallowed every inch that he could give her. When she stuck out her tongue for him to fuck her face she was almost at her limit, but he sensed her fatigue and finished on her face.

“On the bed,” he helped her up from her knees and laid her back on the bed

You're such a good fuckin' girl, I like the look of her girl, good fuckin' girl

Love me right here, you can't hold back huh

Love me right here, won't you, won't you, won't you

Ok, say them foreign legs going up now

Let me show you where a nigga from now

“Remember, no talking,” he kissed her feet, then made his way up her legs to her pussy, planting a kiss right there before working his way back up to her lips and kissing her sloppily. He pulled back and covered her mouth with his hand before she felt his fingers plunge deep inside her soaking wet pussy. She tried to scoot back, but he wouldn't let her.

“Why are you running? You can’t take my fingers inside you anymore, kitten?”

She moaned under his hand, unable to speak even if she tried.

“I can't hear you, did you say something?” he teased, laughing in her face as his fingers picked up pace and massaged her g-spot in circles. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she grinded her pussy into his hand. He could feel her muscles beginning to tighten around his fingers and pulled out.

Got that look in her eye like "yeah"

Hit the jackpot, see I wanna come now

I wanna give it to her now like, right now

Make that thing wet like the tide now

Bad as a motherfucker, that's no doubt

Let my name live in your mouth

“That’s one.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Oh I must have left that part out. You raised your voice at me five times earlier. Five. Do you know what that means? Just nod, yes or no.”

She shook her head no and another evil smile crept up his face.

“That means I have to bring you to the edge at least five times before I even think about letting you cum.”

She squirmed beneath him.

“If you keep moving I’ll tie you up-”

She grunted and continued to move. He removed his hand and replaced it with the ball gag before rope tying her wrists together.

“You look beautiful like this, kitten. Mm.” he licked his lips and took in her naked, tied and gagged form before climbing back into position on top of her and kissing her forehead. He teased her nipples until he knew she would be ready for more and suddenly moved down her body and latched onto her clit.

You're such a good fuckin' girl, I like the look of her girl, good fuckin' girl

Ashanti moaned around the ball gag and spit dripped down the sides of her mouth, she was already on the verge of cumming when he stopped and looked up at her.

“You know I love you, right?” He asked while his fingers ran up and down her already swollen lower lips. All she could do is nod. “Do you know how much I love you?”

Her answer was unintelligible around the dripping ball gag.

His fingers slowly entered her and he kissed her again. “And do you know what one of my favorite things about you is?”

She shook her head frantically, trying to remain unbothered by his ministrations.

“The way you look when you cum. You’re always beautiful, but when you cum,” he tongue-kissed his way down to her neck and curled his fingers inside her. “You look divine.”

Ashanti’s body shivered all over and she closed her eyes.

“So when you defy or disrespect me like you did earlier and I have to punish you, it hurts me too,” he said as his fingers sped up, rubbing against her g-spot with every thrust while the heel of his palm rubbed against her clit. His other hand grabbed her chin, making her open her eyes and look at him. “Then why do you make me do this? Hurt us both like this…” He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean just as he felt her tighter around him again.

“I sohhee kukai,” she struggled to get out, before he leaned in, lightly pressing his forehead to hers.

“Not yet, you’re not.”

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Let me hear you say oh oh oh

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Let me hear you say oh oh oh

You're a good girl, you're a good fuckin' girl

Get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

Wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time

Wild for a nigga one time, get wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

Wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time

Get wild for a nigga one time, wild for a nigga one time, ah, ah, ah

T’Challa’s teasing tested his own resolve. He would tongue her down then stop to go over documents on his beads, leaving her tied to the bed, heaving and in a puddle of her own wetness. Ashanti hoped that he would cave soon for his own sake, but she hoped in vain. When T’Challa set his mind to something nothing could get in the way, and he was determined to hold out.

After about an hour of torturing her off and on with his tongue, he switched to tapping the head of his thick, meaty dick on her clit. His precum dripped out onto her, lubricating his tip and making every tap feel like heaven. One time, he almost gave in and fucked her, but instead just rubbed his tip at her entrance, driving them both crazy. When he left the room to center himself and came back, his fingers found their way deep inside her at a maddeningly slow pace, bringing tears to her eyes and making her legs shake.

Ashanti knew that he was going to break soon so she just had to hold out a little longer, but then he just had to start playing with her nipples again. He knew what that did to her, that jackass.

She let out a loud moan as she felt him enter her, and she finally felt full for the first time all night. He laid all his weight on her, daring her to move, and stared into her eyes. He stayed like that for five minutes ignoring her whimpering and pleading and placing kisses all over her face and neck while just barely grinding into her.

“Do you think you deserve to cum now?”

She nodded frantically as she looked up at him with her best begging eyes.

That’s what did it. T’Challa’s hips pulled back and snapped forward, causing Ashanti to cry out to the heavens. His hips rolled his dick deep inside her, grinding so she felt it in every part of her pussy. As they sped up, Ashanti got louder and louder until he could feel her tightening around him.

“You can cum now, kitten.” he whispered in her ear, hips still pistoning into hers.

She came with a splash, but he kept on going. He undid her gag and she let out a relieved sigh.

“Oh my Bast, Kumkani!”

After a few more strokes her mouth fell open in a silent scream and her eyes were unable to focus on anything in front of her.

“Cum with me, my love. Give me one more.”

The two of them climbed towards their orgasms and they both got louder and louder as they approached. Ashanti looped her bound wrists around his neck and pulled T’Challa in closer while he bit down on her neck as he released inside her and she came undone around him. He collapsed on top of her and the two of them came down from their shared high. When he tried to roll off her she protested, gripping him tighter with her legs. He chuckled, giving in and staying in that position for a few more minutes before T’Challa untied her wrists. He massaged the marks left behind and got up to run a bath so Ashanti’s muscles wouldn’t hurt after tensing up so much.

When he returned to the bedroom, she was laying across the bed half asleep and he had to carry her to the bath. When he placed her in and slid in behind her she leaned her head back against his shoulder and relaxed there as he washed her body.

They finished their bath and he dried her off before getting her ready for bed and sliding her under the sheets. When he got in on his side she immediately weaseled her way up under his warmth and the two of them laid like that for a while before Ashanti finally spoke.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you, baby.”

“I know, kitten,” he kissed the top of her head, “just don’t let it happen again.”

She giggled and tucked herself into his side.

“Yes kumkani.”

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folklore - isaac lahey {1/?}

my first isaac piece... y’all i can’t even lie this kind of got away from me but here we are so let me know if you want me to commit to making this a series!!

this is pre-bite isaac!!!! because i haven’t seen anybody write for him before he was bitten so i wanted to explore the dynamic of him and reader while he was just normal, which obviously i’ll get more into in future parts if anyone would be interested in reading more <33 feedback would be really appreciated !!!!!

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word count: 3.2k

warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse (i think that’s it but let me know if i missed anything)

mostly fluffy but a lil angsty

i’m gonna tag the people that replied under the post i made asking if anyone wanted an isaac fic hope that’s okay <3 let me know if you want to be added or removed from the list for possible future parts!

tagging: @makeusfreefromthisfandom (thank you for putting up with me while i attempted to write this), @cece-lives-here, @chocolate-raspberries, @tanyaherondale again lemme know if you wanna be removed or added <3

PART 2

You could remember with complete clarity the day you'd met your best friend, who also kind of happened to be your only friend, but that minor detail didn't even matter as you wouldn't ask for anyone else or anyone more and what was better was that you knew for a fact that said best friend felt the exact same about you.

It was the first day of middle school when you'd met your long time best friend, both of you had been wide eyed and hopeful about the coming years as you were seated beside each other in your very first class. He'd been shy at first, glancing at you with a nervous smile and playing with the zip of his pencil case when the teacher instructed you all get to know the person beside you.

"My name's (Y/n), what's yours?" You asked him, a friendly smile on your face- you knew from the get go that you were the louder of the both of you.

"I'm Isaac." He answered you with a smile that was more certain than the last one he'd offered you.

He'd tensed up again, however, when you pointed towards his backpack. Even so early in the day someone had already poked fun at the bag that was covered in comic book characters that the boy loved so much, with the way you pointed at it excitedly he couldn't help the nerves that built up in him, he didn't know why you were excited, you either liked his backpack or you liked teasing people, he seriously didn't know.

His nerves settled down once you'd actually opened your mouth, "Woah, your bag is so cool! You like Spider-Man too?" Your eyes sparkled with excitement and Isaac finally allowed himself to reciprocate it.

"Thanks! Spider-Man is my favorite superhero! Do you read comics?" He asked you with a smile that had widened significantly since the beginning of your meeting.

"No, I don't have any comic books at home…" You explained with a slight frown before your lips lifted back upward as you continued, "I watch all the movies with my dad, though!"

Isaac nodded in understanding, blue eyes shining bright with happiness that he'd made a friend so easily, while he usually found the task quite difficult since he was very soft spoken, your charismatic energy seemed to rub off on him as he found himself talking to you easily.

"I've got some in my backpack, do you want to read them with me at lunch?" The boy asked hopefully, his shy demeanor returning ever so slightly as he realized he'd just taken a leap of faith, something he didn't love doing.

Head nodding enthusiastically, your smile grew only wider, "Yeah!"

The memory always made you smile as you'd sat with each other at that lunch time and at every other lunch time from that day onwards. You and Isaac were a pair, as you grew up you did mostly everything together, his father and brother loved you and your parents loved him just the same.

He knew all of your secrets and you knew all of his, including how abusive his father became after the death of his older brother, he'd told you but under the condition that you didn't breathe a word to anyone else, so you kept your mouth shut but did everything in your power to support him in the aftermath of a punch or emotional scar.

Isaac often voiced how much you meant to him, despite the fact that he wasn't great with putting his feelings into words, he always managed to remind you that he was sure you were some sort of guardian angel to him or how you were really and honestly his favorite person in the whole world. The proclamations more often than not came mixed with shaking breaths and sobs from your favourite boy. You were both sixteen the first time it happened.

A knock on your front door tore your attention away from the show you were watching, you raised an eyebrow in question. Neither of your parents were home and you weren't expecting them back until the next morning, shrugging your shoulders you made your way to the front door, opening it revealing Isaac looking more broken than you'd ever seen him in your five years of friendship, his blue eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with red, cheeks painted in tear tracks and loud sniffles sounded from him along with a sob that threatened to rip your heart out when he met your eyes.

Immediately you'd rushed him through your doorway, barely taking the time to shut the door before you had your arms wrapped around his shoulders, standing on your tiptoes to reach him due to how tall he'd become in the last few years. His arms wrapped around you in seconds as he began shaking against your smaller frame, sobs wracking his body violently.

After a minute, when his cries didn't die down as they usually did, you ushered him towards the couch, sitting him down and taking the seat beside him while you looked him over for any obvious injuries.

The only thing you noticed was that his fingernails were stubbed and bloody, as if he'd broken them trying to claw himself out of somewhere. You slowly and gently placed your palm to his cheek, stroking your thumbs under his eyes, removing his tears as you did. He was cold, no, he was freezing and you couldn't tell if he was shaking from the temperature or from whatever trauma his father had inflicted on him to put him in such a state.

"What happened, Isaac?" You asked softly, scooting closer to him when his hands reached out for you, they clutched the fabric of your hoodie- his hoodie- tightly, he only shook his head, pulling you into him completely, arms now wound tightly around your torso as he cried into your shoulder, you'd never seen him this shaken up, you'd never felt his tears soak through two layers of your clothing but you supposed there was a first time for everything as your curly haired best friend couldn't fight the tears that just kept flowing.

Your hands ran through his curls, scratching softly at the nape of his neck, something that usually always worked in calming him right down, only it wasn't working and you couldn't stand the way he was still freezing, you wanted to help him, you always helped him, you were at a loss as he cried this time though, you didn't know how to help.

"You're freezing." You murmured, his breath hitched at your statement and you had to move his head from its spot between your neck and shoulder, hands back on his cheeks.

Reluctantly you separated from him, fighting the urge to throw yourself back in his arms when he let out a panicked whimper, quickly you grabbed the throw blanket you kept on the armchair beside the couch and made your way back to Isaac's side, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders tightly and rubbing your hands up and down his arms softly, you tried your best to heat him up.

"I'm going to make you a hot drink, ok? Then we can talk- or watch a movie or just- yeah. I'll be back in a minute. I'm right in the kitchen if you need me." You fretted, kissing his forehead before rushing into the kitchen. Hot chocolate always cheered Isaac up, he'd once proclaimed that if he could only drink one beverage for the rest of his life it would be hot chocolate. You really needed a win with him tonight so with shaking hands you began making a cup of hot chocolate for your best friend.

It got hard sometimes, staying strong when you saw him so broken, sometimes you wanted nothing more than to cry with him, let the pain you felt for him consume you, but you never did, not in front of him anyway. If there was one thing he hated more than himself being upset it was making you upset and you knew that, you knew that it you cried for him in his presence he'd be reluctant to confide in you in fear of upsetting you. You couldn't have that, he needed you and you needed to be there for him, even if it hurt.

So you took a deep breath and walked back to your living room, cup of hot chocolate in hand, relief flooded you when you noticed Isaac had stopped crying, he was still sniffling but the tears had ceased.

"Here bub." You placed the cup in his cold, shaky hands before returning to your place pressed against his side, "Thank you."

His voice was scratchy and broken as he spoke, "Not just for the drink." He added on, voice merely a whisper.

Shaking your head you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, "You don't have to thank me for anything." You told him quietly, he'd never ever owe you anything and you wouldn't want him to ever think he did.

"But I want to." Isaac placed the cup on your coffee table and took both of your hands in his, "You're the only good thing I have left." His voice was certain and as steady as he could make it because as horrible as his experiences were, the thought of being able to collapse into you once it was over got him through it.

Without saying a word you rested your head against his shoulder and tightened your grip on his hands, holding them in your lap while you waited for him to continue.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." Titling your head up at his words you let your lips press to his cheek, something you did often.

"Well, you don't ever have to worry about that because I'm not going anywhere." You reassured him, a smile rising on your face when his lips met your forehead.

You and Isaac were always affectionate with each other, from sharing beds at sleepovers to holding hands if one of you was anxious. Naturally, you were very touchy person and it played in your favor that your best friend craved physical affection. The two of you just worked.

And sure sometimes when he'd hug you from behind or when he'd absentmindedly play with your hair you wished that he was more than just your best friend. What you didn't know was that Isaac felt the same, every time he told you that he loved you he wanted you to know just how much he really meant it, let you know that the words ran way deeper than just your friendship.

What made things difficult was trying to act none the wiser about Isaac's home life when his father would invite you over for dinners or movie nights, the same way he used to before he started using his youngest son as an emotional and physical punching bag. It was genius really, he kept up appearances and if you hadn't gotten the truth out of Isaac you probably wouldn't have guessed that his father was such a scumbag.

Tonight was one of those nights. Mr. Lahey invited you to stay for dinner when he noticed you studying with Isaac, helping him with chemistry, at the dining table. Not wanting to leave Isaac alone with the man for any longer than he absolutely had to be you had taken him up on his offer.

You even helped him make the meal, it was times like that you were extremely thankful for your acting skills.

Isaac's father sat at the head of the table while yourself and Isaac sat across from each other either side of the table.

"So (Y/n), d'you find yourself a boyfriend yet?" The older man asked you with a smile, "Dad-" Isaac chastised, his eyes wide and cheeks blushing a rose red.

"Um, no not yet." You answered, glancing at Isaac quickly before moving your gaze to his father, "How are things at the graveyard?" You asked sweetly, praying to God that he'd drop the topic of your love life. What were you supposed to say? "No I don't have a boyfriend but I am in love with your son who you're abusing you piece of shit."?

Luckily, he didn't push on the subject any further, "It's been busy lately with all these animal attacks."

"It's a mountain lion right?" You asked with interest, looking at Isaac now, the boy shrugged, letting out a chuckle at your curiosity, "That's what everyone's been saying."

"I heard from Scott McCall that it's some kind of wolf." You explained, finishing off your plate as Isaac raised an eyebrow, "You know McCall?"

"Yeah, he sits next to me in homeroom, he's pretty nice. Anyway he said him and Stiles were out in the woods and he swears that he heard a wolf howling." You shot off, a million theories cooking up in your head as the words left your lips excitedly. You didn't miss the soft smile on Isaac's face as he listened to you talk so passionately.

The hearty chuckle of his father cut you off and you turned your head to look at him, "There hasn't been a wolf in California in over sixty years." He stated, standing from the table, collecting your plates and placing them in the sink before pointing to Isaac.

"Whatever it is, it got someone else last night so I need you to go down to the yard and start digging." Isaac only nodded, pushing himself up, "I'll walk (Y/n) home and then I'll head over."

"Sure, you kids be careful out there." He replied superficially, letting out one last chuckle as he left the room completely.

"You ready to go, bubs?" You ask, grabbing your backpack and throwing it over your shoulder, "What?" You asked when you noticed Isaac hadn't moved but was instead looking at you with a quirked eyebrow and a fond smile, his arms crossed infront of his chest.

"You gonna be warm enough walking home in that?" He motioned towards your blouse and you threw your head back in frustration and grumbled, "No probably not."

"Wait here, I'll grab you something." He told you, pecking your cheek as he passed you.

It only took Isaac a minute to return to the kitchen, grey cardigan in hand, he loved that cardigan but in all honesty he loved it more when it was on you, which is why he picked it for you to wear on your walk home. Usually you forgot to give his clothes back to him when he'd leave you at your doorstep, which always led to you wearing it into school the next day, he absolutely loved when you wore his cardigans and his hoodies, the way the sleeves hung way past your wrists made you look so adorable to him and he had to stop himself from throwing his entire closet at you.

"Is that your favorite cardigan I see?" You questioned, a knowing smile on your face.

Isaac gave you a playful shrug, handing the cardigan to you and stating, "My favourite cardigan for my favorite girl."

"Hey!" A whisper hissed from the desk behind you, glancing back you saw Stiles Stilinski leaning forward towards you, his entire upper half against his desk.

"Hi?" Your voice was uncertain as the boy with the buzzcut gave you a triumphant grin while Scott rolled his eyes from his seat beside you and infront of Stiles.

"You know Derek Hale right?" The question threw you off slightly, your family had been close with the Hale's before they'd all perished in the house fire six years ago, all except Derek- the prime suspect although you knew it couldn't have been him who set the house ablaze.

"Well, I knew him. He and Laura used to babysit me. I was friends with his younger sister too, back in elementary school." You answered Stiles' question, "Why?"

"Did he seem murder-y to you?" Stiles asked, ignoring your question while Scott let out a tired sigh at his best friend's antics. "No. He was sweet, they all were." You told him sternly, growing tired of his questions about people you would've considered your second family until the vast majority of them burned alive.

Scott's voice was softer than Stiles' when he leaned towards you, "He's uh back in town. We saw him at the Hale house yesterday. We were just wondering if you knew why he was here?"

"Derek's in town?" You asked, eyes wide while Scott nodded in response, brown eyes searching yours for any kind of answer to his previous question. "I didn't even know he was back." Your voice was merely a murmur, you tried your best to digest this new information but all you could think about was how you needed to see him.

"If you're looking for him, I'll help you find him." You offered to the two boys who shared unsure looks causing you to release a sigh, "Come on you two, out of the three of us I'm the only one whose gonna get any answers out of him. He's not exactly welcoming to strangers."

The words left you flatly and the two of them knew you were right, "Yeah you're right. We're going to stop by the house again after school you could meet us there?" Scott agreed, furrowing his brows as he watched you shake your head and scribble something down on the corner of your page, ripping it off, "I've got plans with Isaac after school today but I'll ask my parents if they know anything, they were really close with the Hale's." You explained, handing the scrap of paper with your phone number on it to Scott, "Give me your numbers so I can call you if I find out anything useful." Scott nodded gratefully, scribbling down his number on the side of his page the same way you had while Stiles just looked at you with a funny expression on his face, "Don't you hang out with Isaac like every day? Can't you just ditch him this once?" You let out a humorless chuckle, raising an eyebrow at the boy, "Would you ditch Scott?"

Stiles grumbled something under his breath, finally seating himself back in his seat properly, defeated by your retort.

Stiles wasn't wrong, you did hang out with Isaac almost every day but you'd never once ditched him just as he never ditched you, you weren't going to change that for the sake of two boys that you barely knew.

You'd met Isaac during a dark period of your life, when the Hale fire happened and all the people you'd been raised around suddenly disappeared from your life, he'd been exactly what you needed and he continued to be that person who always made you feel like there was always something to hope for even if everything looked grim.

He was the living embodiment of surviving hardships, and although he'd never realize it, he was the reason you were able to pull yourself out of slumps and keep pushing forward even when you felt like the weight of the world was crushing your chest. One smile or word of encouragement from Isaac and all that weight would evaporate into nothing.

As the bell rang you wanted nothing more than to find the boy who occupied your thoughts and tell him about the information you'd just been given, you definitely needed a pick me up after finding out Derek was back in town and you hadn't even seen him.

So you set off, giving Scott a small smile before exiting the classroom and making your way into the busy hallway, starting your search for Isaac the second you entered the crowd.

#isaac lahey x reader #teen wolf x reader #isaac lahey #isaac lahey imagine

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just-patchy · 4 years

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💜(Cringe) 2020 Grateful Thing💜

so uh people been tagging me in those ‘tag ppl you’re grateful to have met or whatever in 2020’ posts and i’m just gonna make my own for that and try to say something about everyone instead of reblogging bc i’d absolutely miss someone otherwise hsjdhsjd

@oiseaunoir11: one of the first friends I ever made in the twst fandom and on tumblr in general? I was pretty intimidated bc most of the twst creators I heard of at the time were already pretty well-established and I didn’t have the courage to reach out to anyone. Can’t believe we became friends just through me being shippy in the tags shdjhsjdjs I’m super glad to have met you bestie and ily a lot! You went through a lot and you deserve love, support, and a break 💜💜

@rikanoctrix: another person I was super intimidated by bc I see any sort of good art and I’m like “yeaaaaaa no I’m not worthy” ahdjshsjs, super nice and caring!! I’m too shy to talk to you still sometimes but 👉👈

@multi-ankin: are we still besties yes or no- actually are we still friends yes or no??? i know you’ve been busy or whatever but i literally cannot without like at least a greeting every 3 days, anyways hi i still appreciate you v v v much and we should probably talk more hsjdhsjdjs

@its-alvi-tar: we don’t talk that much nowadays but hi!! I don’t have much to say aside from v v v nice person and a r t, also can i get german lessons from u and rika pls

@thetwstwildcard: super cool, brainrot always, i still remember we started with fox gang and now we got cat harem and syzygy too shdjhsjdhsbs thank you for all the validation you have given by sending me asks and thereby giving me permission to go ham with brainrot uwu

@bakujho: really cool and badass, honestly thank you for giving people a platform to speak up about gravedigging drama, also felt safe opening up to you so thanks for that!! would talk more with you if i weren’t so easily intimidated all the time so i’ll prolly try and work on that??

@ellovett: hi gamer :3 another really cool person!!! super friendly, i just have the courage of a bean www we!!! gotta!!! talk!!! more!!! i hope we can have more shenanigan moments in the future shdjhsjdjs

@unidraky: hiiii another person I haven’t rly talked with a lot hsjdhsjdjsj anyways!! thanks for the art advice you gave n’ stuff!!! it’s pretty useful!!

@ashygrotthoe: rly fun to talk to! should bring back gay 1 and gay 2 nicknames hsjshjfhsnd anyways yeah thank u for listening to (or i guess reading) my lil bisaster rambles and also my uh poetry(?)

@toadodoki @twst-zombie: shjdhsjdhsj you two are super fun to be around and infectious energy is a thing!!!! thank y’all for enabling my chaotic energy to just go ham

@peteza-mozzarella: probably the sweetest person i’ve ever met in the span of uh 1-2 months??? idk time doesn’t exist in 2020, really cute, 12/10 would hug

@mofuyuu: the first person who ever drew fanart of my oc i believe? i remember being super excited when i secretly used my phone at school and i was really happy about it! thanks for that!! (super cute art btw)

@ratgoddess-v: thank u for putting in effort to talk to me and sorry that convos always end up kinda dying down cause i cannot with thinking of conversation topics shdjhsjdhdjs

@fumikomiyasaki @rebellious-princess-athie @xena0212 @kuruispams @ocean-water-tea @girl-in-the-tower @twistedikon @keyenuta @nobleswansong @arigatou-gozaimalleus @araminta-lemontea @roseparfaits @starrymothwings @eclipsezero @shoujoqueensstuff @halloweenismyfav @zonamemoryverse @vorvexia @supergals and i hope i didn’t leave anyone out! at least not the people i’m not afraid to tag (for now)! i checked like 10 times i hope not, if i don’t tag you it’s bc i only have so much courage before i lose steam ok

before i finish this post, a moment of silence for the mutuals who left tumblr and/or have no way to contact them otherwise, both with and without notice 😔😔 you guys were fun to talk to even though i barely talked to anyone back then tbh

I love y’all and thank you for sticking with this wacky 16 yr old (still thinks it’s funny people thought i was older wwww), it hasn’t been a year since I made this blog, but 2020 has been a very questionable year for me, especially with mentally/emotionally since a lot of things happened! I can’t say I’m ending this year on a healthy note, but hey at least I got a crowd of people I got to meet :3c 💜💜💜💜💜

#patchy things #positivity hours #long post #sorry that i got sloppy at the end but i felt bad enough with some of the ppl who got stuff written #much less having to write something for everyone so sorry!!!!

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I Loved Him... Once - CH 2

Title: I Loved Him… Once

Author: jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Heid (Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid)

Rating: This ones General but eventually as the series goes it will be Explicit

Tags: canon typical violence and gore, eventual smut as the series goes, angst, fluff, pining., its gunna be a slow burn guys.

Summary: A series following the team as they solve crimes and take down the bad guys.

In Part one of this series, we follow the team as they take down a serial killer that has taken a piece of one of their own. And through it all, Spencer and Hotch come to a few conclusions and realizations of their own.

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Chapter two

"Mommy, Mommy! Are you watching me?!"

"I see you, Honey! That's very good!"

"Watch again!"

JJ smiled as she sat in the folding lawn chair, the legs slowly sinking down into the soft sand, a smile gracing her face as she watched her son swimming in the lake. A hand came from her side to rest over hers on the arm of her chair, entwining their fingers together, and she turned to smile over at her husband.

"I can't believe we've actually had five full vacation days without an emergency call in."

"Me neither," Will smiled back as he brought her hand up to his mouth to kiss it, "it's nice to have some family time, no work, no cases, just you, me, and Henry."

She hummed her agreement, then added, "We'll have to send your Aunt some flowers when we get back, thank her for letting us use the trailer this week."

"Yeah, she'll like that."

They sat in comfortable silence, watching Henry splash around, blissfully happy to just be together and free of the burdens of their heavy jobs.

The sun was starting to set, the air around them beginning to chill, so JJ turned over and pressed a quick kiss to Will's lips before standing and calling out, "Henry, come on out now!"

"Ok!"

He ran out of the water towards his mom who was waiting to wrap him up tight in his favourite Captain America towel. She lifted him and held him close, pecking his cold wet cheek with a smack making him giggle. "What do you say we change into our pjs while Daddy starts a fire, and then we make smores!"

"Yeah!" The boy shouted, throwing his arms in the air.

JJ laughed as he just missed smacking her in the face, and Will joined them after packing up the chairs and Henry's water Toys. He walked with his hand on the small of JJ's back as they headed back to the trailer, Henry extremely excited about smores.

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Day six of Spencer's lecture series and he had finally made it to the lecture he was most anticipating. ‘Synthetic Metals: A Novel Role For Organic Polymers’ presented by Dr. Alan G. MacDiarmid, and he honestly hadn't known himself to ever be more excited then he was right now.

He arrived at the venue early, was the first person in line to enter the auditorium, and found himself a seat front and center. It wasn't long before the doctor was standing at the podium, instantly diving deep into the bones of the lecture, and Spencer couldn't believe he was finally here. Dr. MacDiarmid was enthralling. He captivated the attention of everyone in the auditorium, including spencer. And even though the topic of the lecture was something Spencer had been very interested in learning more about, and nothing against the amazing Dr. Macdiarmid, but about halfway through the lecture Spencer found his mind beginning to wander to other things.

It was about the thirty minute mark of the lecture, and the doctor was talking about what he and his team had been working on over the past few years regarding the emerging potential technological applications of synthetic metals, beginning with the topic of spun polyaniline fibers and their applications to the future of nanotechnologies, when Spencer really found his concentration moving on to other things. Suddenly he was brought back to his brief conversation with Aaron in the bullpen before he left. His eidetic memory replaying the entire scene perfectly, right down to every twitch and shift in Aaron’s face, and every slight change in his demeanor while they spoke. Even the falter in his words before wishing him a good night before leaving the bureau. It wasn't like his steadfast boss to hesitate like that, his words and movements were always so sure, so he couldn't help it if he wondered if there was maybe something more behind the awkward exchange between him and Aaron.

And in relation to those thoughts, he was also reminded of his conversations with Emily and Derek earlier that night. Were they right? Was he too uptight? Should he take their advice and have some fun for once, relax? Let his brain shut off and as Derek had so gracefully put it, take advantage of their time off to enjoy ‘a little sand, a little sun, and a whole lotta’ fun’? Maybe it would be good for him to spend a day doing something that didn't involve endlessly shoving knowledge down his throat, just doing nothing. And on that note he wondered if maybe… maybe Aaron would like to spend a day doing nothing with him…

Suddenly, in an instant Spencer was on his feet, standing stock still in the middle of the auditorium. Dr. MacDiarmid stopped mid-sentence, staring at Spencer with concern along with the rest of the guests in their seats. When he didn't move or make a sound for a good few minutes, the doctor slowly moved from behind the podium to approach Spencer with caution asking, “Sir, are you alright? Do you need anything?”

Spencer turned towards the doctor but didn't look at him. His eyes remained fixed on the floor in front of him, almost as if they were searching for the answer to his unasked question. His brows furrowed as his brain continued rapidly searching through every memory of him and Aaron, every encounter, every conversation, every look between them, and suddenly… he was pretty sure he had found his answer. A moment of pure enlightenment.

“Son…” The doctor took a few more steps closer, placing a gentle hand on Spencer's shoulder, “Son, are you alright?”

“I…” He finally looked up from the ground, his thoughtful expression turning to one of elation, of contentment, a smile slowly creeping across his face as he answered, “I have to go.”

“I… Son?” The doctor called after him, but Spencer was already gone. He slung his book bag over his shoulder as he took the stairs out of the auditorium three at a time and burst out the doors.

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Aaron was just about at the end of his patience. He had spent the first two days of his vacation on the phone with Haley fighting to get time with Jack while he was off, and now on day two he was at the point of practically begging.

“Haley, please. I have fourteen days off but who knows how many days I'll actually get before I have to go back for a case,” he sighed into the phone, running a heavy hand down his face as he plopped down on the couch, “all I’m asking for is a few days with my son. You have him full time while I'm working, the least you could do is give me a few days.”

“He's supposed to be spending the weekend with my parents, Aaron,” she sniped back at him, not a care to the fact that Aaron hadn't seen Jack in over a month.

“He sees your parents all the time, he saw them two weeks ago. You can reschedule the visit with your parents for any time, but I never know how much time I have before getting called away. I would appreciate a few days here and there when I ask for it, without having to go through this every time.”

Silence fell over their call for a moment before he heard Haley sigh and knew he had won his case. “Fine,” she huffed, clearly annoyed, “I'll drop him off in an hour, call me in a few days when you want me to come get him.”

“Thank-you, I'll be ready for him.”

Without a good-bye or even another word, she hung up the phone.

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Not two hours later there was a light knock at his door and Aaron jumped off the couch, running to open it.

“Daddy!”

“Hey, buddy!”

Jack ran through the door and jumped into Aaron’s arms, sinking his entire body into hugging his dad as tightly as he could. And Aaron gave as good as he got, squishing his son with a smile.

Haley walked in behind Jack, watching them, then making eye contact with Aaron over Jack's shoulder. “Call me when he's ready to come home.”

Aaron nodded, then gave Jack a pat on the back before lowering him to the floor and saying, “Go say bye to Mommy, Jack.”

He ran over to capture Haley in much the same way as he had hugged Aaron, whispered a goodbye and placed a kiss on her cheek. “Good-bye, my sweet boy, have fun with your Daddy, call me every night before bed, okay.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

“Alright,” she said, placing one last kiss to the top of his head before standing and heading for the door, “I'll see you in a few days.”

She closed the door behind her and Jack immediately ran back over to hug Aaron, who willingly lifted him in his arms again. “I missed you, Daddy.”

“I missed you too, buddy, I always miss you when you're not here.”

“I know.”

Hotch chuckled, then walked Jack over to the kitchen table and placed him in a chair before sitting across from him. He pushed the plate of snacks he’d put together before Jack got there, grabbing one of the small sandwiches for himself, before asking, “So, Jack, what do you want to do while you're here?”

He made a show of thinking about it while he picked at the sandwich he had taken from the plate, then answered, “Can we go to the park?”

“Of course, whatever you want.”

Jack nodded, taking a bite then said, “I was supposed to go to grandma and grandpas house this weekend.”

“I know, I'm sorry you couldn't visit them, buddy. I just don't know how much time off work I’ll have, or when I will be able to see you next.”

“It's okay, I'm glad I didn't have to go.”

Hotch couldn't help but smile a bit, “Why's that?”

Jack shrugged, “They never take me to the park. They just tell me to play in the backyard, but that's no fun, there's no slides in the backyard.”

He laughed, Jack was never one to hide his feelings and he loved that about his son. “Well, I promise I will take you to the park everyday while you're here with me, and you can go down the slide as much as you want.” Jack smiled at that, clearly pleased. “Is there anything else you want to do?”

He made his adorable little thinking face again, but this time came up with nothing. Obviously trips to the park was the only expectation Jack had for this visit with his dad. So Aaron made a suggestion, “How about we go to the movies tonight? And we can get take out for dinner.”

“Can it be McDonalds?!”

He was so excited he nearly jumped over the table, his mom never let him have McDonalds. “Sure, why don't you go get a sweater and we’ll head out now.”

“Yay!”

It took Jack all of two minutes to run to his room, grab a sweater from the closet, and was ready and waiting at the door before Aaron had even grabbed his shoes.

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Four days, he had gotten four full days off with Jack without any interruption and it was great. Jack was all smiles, loving every minute of being with Aaron and he was much the same, enjoying every second he could get with his son. They did go to the movies their first night together, and got McDonalds for dinner as promised. Aaron knew Haley never let Jack have things like fast food, pop, or candy, so he always made sure Jack got his fill when he stayed with him.

Over their time together, Aaron had also taken him to the local science center, where Jack was all too happy to learn about space in the astronomy section. They also visited the aquarium, Jack's favourites were the sharks and Aaron had to admit they were pretty awesome, the art gallery, and not to mention daily visits to the local park by Aaron’s apartment. Which is where they found themselves now on their fourth day together, walking across the soccer field to get to the large playground.

Jack wiggled excitedly in Aaron’s arms as he walked them over, scanning the playground and desperately trying to get free when he saw his friend on the swings. “Daddy, Markus is here!”

Aaron put him on the ground and Jack was speeding off in an instant. “Stay where I can see you!”

He didn't answer before making it over to sit on the swing beside Markus, but Aaron wasn't worried, Jack knew well enough to stay exactly where his dad could keep a close eye on him. And seeing as how Jack was having a good time playing with his friends, Aaron found himself a bench close by and sat to watch. He waved to a few of the other parents sitting and doing the same as him, but was perfectly happy to just sit by himself and enjoy the peace and quiet while Jack played happily.

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It was getting late, they still had dinner to make and the promise of a movie in their pj’s on the couch. He wondered if Spencer might like to join them. Wondered if maybe he should take Rossi's advice and call him, see if dinner and a movie with him and Jack was something Spencer might like to do with them. And after a few minutes of thinking about it, imagining the three of them on the couch together, tucked under the blankets with Spencer in a pair of borrowed pjs from Aaron, he decided he was going to call. When he got back home with Jack, before they ate he would do it, he would take the leap and make the call to Spencer.

The other parents were starting to round up their kids as well, and Aaron was just about to call Jack over to start heading home, when his phone rang in his pocket.

He pulled it out with the all too familiar pang in his heart that came everytime he was in this position. On vacation, with Jack, and his phone rang. And everytime he has this moment where he thinks to himself maybe it's fine, maybe it's not work, but everytime he is always thoroughly disappointed. This time is no exception.

He sighed, looking at the caller ID on his screen before answering, “Hotchner.”

“Aaron, I need you and your team to come in.”

“Erin, we’re supposed to be on a two week mandatory holiday,” he tried his best not to convey his anger through the phone, but he was sure he did not succeed. His team deserved this, needed this, and now he was going to have to break the bad news and ruin everything they had planned.

“I am aware of that, Agent Hotchner,” her no nonsense tone coming through, “but the other teams are all out in the field, and the California Police Department needs help now. You're all I've got, I have no other choice.”

“Can’t one of the other teams finish up their current case, or split up their team to at least start working the case in California?”

“I need you in the field, Aaron,” she was putting her foot down now and Aaron knew that was it, there was no fight here, “when can you get everyone back?”

He waited a beat to answer, allowing himself a second to absorb the guilt he was feeling, then answered, “We have a few members of the team out of the country right now, I can probably get everyone back and in the office tomorrow afternoon if I start making calls and arranging flights now, evening at the latest, and we will leave for California right away.”

“Great, I will see you all tomorrow.”

And with that she hung up, not even giving Aaron the chance to say anything more that might refute her orders. And god, he wished he could. He wished with everything he had that he could tell her no, that he could let his team have the vacations they deserved. The time to relax, to spend with friends, with family, doing what they wanted for their full allotted two weeks. But he knew deep down he couldn't, and he also knew that despite how angry he knew his team would be, they would never blame him for their vacations being cut short. They would always drop everything they were doing, no matter how much it hurt them to do so, because there were always people out there who needed their help, and they would always be there to help them. That's one of the reasons they were the best team the Bureau had, and one of the reasons he was endlessly proud of them.

With one last hard sigh he ran a hand down his face and called Jack over. He scooped him up and started making his way back to the car, strapping Jack in with the promise of still watching a movie of Jack's choice together after dinner.

After they ate and Aaron explained to Jack that he would have to go back to his moms the next morning, he settled Jack on the couch with popcorn and some blankets to scroll through their movie selection.

“Alright, you find a good movie for us to watch, and I'll be right back. Daddy just has to make some calls for work tomorrow.”

“Okay, I'll find a good one.”

Aaron nodded, but turned back to Jack with a last minute thought on his mind. “I'm sorry we have to cut the visit short, Jack, but I have to go in to work tomorrow, people need my help, you understand that right?”

Jack nodded, eyes fixed on the tv while he answered, “It's okay, Daddy, I know you have to catch the bad guy. I can come back when you're done work and we can watch more movies.”

Aaron smiled, so proud of his kid. “You sure can, buddy. Now you pick something good and I'll be right back.”

He ducked into the kitchen holding his phone in his hand and just staring down at it for a moment. He took a second to compose himself back into boss mode, then dialed the number that had already been pulled up, wishing with all his might that this was not the call he was having to make to Spencer right now.

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Spencer burst through the door to his apartment like a man on fire. He tossed his shoulder bag aside, pulled out his phone, and looked at the time. It was a little after five, Aaron was probably at home right now, maybe eating dinner or watching tv, and more then likely with jack. So, it was now or never. One brief moment of bravery was all he needed, he could do this. He faced criminal masterminds every day, he could gather up the courage to send one text to Aaron asking him to have dinner… maybe.

He quickly typed up a message, kind of a mess of his thoughts all forced out in one big push. But thankfully he read it before sending it, ‘Hi, I was just wondering how your vacation is going? I hope it's going well. I'm assuming you have some time with Jack these two weeks, maybe you'd both like to join me for a walk in the park, or even dinner and a movie night? I was thinking we could have some fun together since I believe we are the only two remaining in town.”

His thumb hovered over the send button, but he stopped himself, erased it and tried again. ‘Hello, Aaron. I hope your vacation is going well. Mine has been adequate so far. But before our departure from the BAU, Emily and Derek informed me that I could use some fun in my life. I hadn't been aware that I was lacking in the area, but perhaps you would like to join me for some fun before we return to work?’

Again he erased it before he could bring himself to send the message, and he tried three more times after that, each one a failed attempt at asking Aaron out. And that's what he realized he was doing here, he was asking his boss on a date. It wasn't exactly something that Spencer had ever done before, always being the awkward, quiet guy who was far too shy to ever make the first move, but he found himself this time saying why not? Why not take the first leap? But every message he typed out sounded wrong, or awkward, or too formal, or not formal enough.

He stopped himself then, taking a deep calming breath before closing the text window and pulling up Aaron's phone number. Maybe it would be better to just call him, that way he couldn't overthink this as much as he was right now. He'd be forced to just jump right in.

“Yeah, let's just call him. That's… that's the best option, right.”

He nodded to himself, psyched himself up a little bit, and was about to press the call button when his phone started ringing in his hands. The caller ID coming up as none other than Aaron Hotchner, the very man he was just about to call. His heart gave a little flutter at the idea that Aaron was calling him, maybe even for the same reason he was going to be calling him for. Maybe Aaron wanted this as much as he did, and he just hadn't seen it. The thought sent a jolt of electricity through him as he answered.

“Hotch, hey, I was just about to call you-”

“I'm sorry, Reid,” he stopped him short, “but whatever it was you had planned this week, is there any way you can cancel or rearrange? We need everyone back in the office no later than tomorrow evening.”

“I…” He sighed, trying not to let his disappointment flow through the call. So he cleared his throat and tried to answer professionally. “Yeah, yeah, sure I can be there.”

“Good, can you meet us at the office tomorrow evening, everyone should be back by then?”

“Absolutely.”

“Thanks, Reid, and I'm sorry to have to cut your vacation short.”

“No problem, I will see you tomorrow.” They both hung up and it took all of Spencer's strength not to slam his phone down on the counter. “It's not like I had any fun plans anyways.”

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A/N: Next chapter we will be getting into more of the case and more Spencer and Hotch moments XD

Let me know what y’all think <3

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swiftlymoniquesblog · 4 years

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What Happens in the ATL- Tom Holland x OFC Natalia: One

A/N: Here’s the first chapter friends! Sorry this is so short but I feel like this gives a very good description of how I feel about Tom. I’m sure y’all can tell when you read through this, that Natalia is based off me. This is also the name of one the daughters I hope to have in the future. I hope too, that with a new job (DM me if you wanna know what happened) and with working less hours in a day, I can be able to write more!

Warnings: All the fluff you can dream of!

Word Count: 1,433

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Intro

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Finding love hasn’t been an easy task and Natalia Richardson surely knew all about it. For her, most of the guys she was attracted to usually turned out to be jerks, immature, or just wanting to get her into bed. She was a strong, independent woman, who was more concerned with making herself happy and getting her life in order. Most people thought she was strange because her history with relationships was very limited; only had one that she could count. Sure, she’s spent time with a variety of ‘bachelors’ in her lifetime, but only one was worthy of the title boyfriend. And even with him, it only lasted approximately one week, so she decided to focus on herself. She wanted to be the very best version of herself she could be, wanting to do what makes her happy and not wanting to have to ask permission from anyone. Her life was finally going in a good direction: she had a good job, she got to travel with friends, do whatever she wanted to for the most part. Now, she was working on her mental health and once that was under more control, she would think about a relationship. But it was never her first priority. Her family and friends were more important to her, aside from herself.

There was one friend in particular, whom she really admired and wished she could spend more time with. It was a different kind of friendship, one where they only met in person just once. Her friend T, was someone she met online and had gotten to meet face-to-face on one occasion. However, both girls felt rather close to the other, because of often they talked. Almost every day, they would talk about their personal lives, but they enjoyed several of the same interests, so they talked about those too. T was three years younger than Natalia and they were very different from the other, but they believed that was what made their friendship strong. With differences of opinions and where they were in life, they seemed to come from two different worlds almost. T was already married and lived in another state than Natalia; two opposites. But this was the foundation of what their friendship was built on. Both girls could accept where the other was and their differences and that created a healthy relationship. Who says you have to always agree with every little opinion someone else had? Natalia always made it known that she believed people who always agreed with everyone else, lacked their own individuality and she felt sorry for them.

The news came one day, that T was going to move from South Carolina to Atlanta, Georgia because her husband got a better job. She couldn’t wait to tell Natalia her good news, that as soon as she knew for sure, she sent a text to Natalia immediately.

T: Nat, you are not going to believe what just happened!

N: What’s that?

T: Alex (T’s husband) just got a job in Atlanta so we’re moving down there!

N: Wow, that’s great! Tell him congratulations from me!

T: I will! And guess what else is going on down there?

N: What?

T: They’re filming the newest Spiderman movie!

N: No way! Omg, you might get to meet Tom Holland!

T: Probably not, but it’s exciting to think about!

N: Well yes, but it’d be better if you get to meet him.

T: I don’t think I will with this stupid virus.

N: Yeah, that’s probably true. But who knows, you might just run into him somewhere.

N: And if you do, you should totally give him my number and tell him to text me lol

T: You know, I might just do that but I would give him my number too

N: But you have Alex! Come on, that’s not fair; I have no one!

T: Well, I love him too but fine If I see him, I’ll tell him to text you.

N: Now was that so hard?

T: Yeah, yeah, thank me later.

N: I will if you follow through.

T: I need to meet him first, you dork. And it’s hard to right now because I’m sure they’re not hiring any extras or allowing any fans around to watch the filming.

N: Okay, okay, fine. Just don’t forget!

T: How can I with you reminding me all the time?

N: I’ve only said it once!

T: Yeah, for now.

N: Ok you win this round.

Natalia smiles to herself and heads out to work for the day. She knows the chances of T actually getting to meet Tom and that she would give him her number, is completely low, but she could dream, right? No harm in that. Heading into the office for her shift, Natalia had a difficult time concentrating on her tasks at hand. Why? Because Tom Holland had wiggled himself into her mind and just lived there for a few years. And quite often, someone said or did something that reminded her of him. Or she saw his picture somewhere and it reminded her of why she loved him. Or she’d read an interview or saw a video of his, saw his social media posts, and it made her long for him. She was very passionate and when she liked someone, whether she knew them personally, or she just followed them, she dove in headfirst. For instance, when she first saw Tom Holland in the Marvel film, Captain America: Civil War, she immediately took a liking to him. She thought he was adorable and did very well filling the shoes of an iconic character like Spiderman. Natalia grew up with the likes of Toby McGuire playing the character, so just like the majority of her generation, she was hesitant to accept another one. In reality, Tom was the third actor to play Peter Parker that she could remember. They had Andrew Garfield try to fill the iconic shoes as well, but he didn’t do as well. So, it was only natural that she was afraid to accept another actor for a character she grew up loving. But when she saw him on screen, she was impressed with how he held his own up against some of the greats like Robert Downey Jr., Chris Evans, and so many other big names that the Marvel Cinematic Universe had recruited for their films. Then when she got home, she did a Google search on him and learned they were very close in age. Something about being close in age to someone in the entertainment business really brought a sense of pride to Natalia. It wasn’t because she could do the same thing but when someone her age is making a name of themselves, she’s proud because maybe it seemed like people would appreciate the younger generations. As a good writer Natalia knows says, “when you are young, they assume you know nothing.”

From the first time she saw him nearly five years ago until now, she has managed to admire him and had in a way, fallen in love with him. She watched more movies, read interviews, watched/read his social media posts, and managed to learn all she could about him. It was safe to say, she was a fangirl. But it was more to her than just someone she admired or thought was attractive. No to her, he was someone that meant a lot to her and she would do anything to get the opportunity to meet him and spend a little one-on-one time with him. Just to talk to him and learn more about him because he seemed fascinating to her. He is the oldest of four boys, grew up in a completely different country than her, and was a freaking movie star! The kinds of questions she would ask him and the conversations they would have. One topic she would want to talk about is the difference between American and British cultures. The ways they differed in how they were raised, the kinds of foods they ate, the clothes they wore, what schools were like, grocery stores, shopping malls, restaurants, cars, roads, lots of things were different! She would love to learn all about what kind of life he led before he starting making a name for himself. Then she would tell him all about her life and what life was like for her growing up Stateside. All she wanted was just a chance, a chance to even just make a friend, let alone it going anywhere more than friendship; she was just interested in him.

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barnesbabee · 4 years

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a post of appreciation/happy new year

I don’t usually do these ‘cause I’m terrible at mushy things, that’s why there’s not a single fluff work on my masterlist, but yall deserve it.

First of all thank you to everyone who followed me this year, thanks for sticking w my account I know sometimes it’s a hard time out here lmfao

Thank you to all of my anons who protected me, backed me up and made me feel loved and cared for no matter what, it means the world to me that you’d do that for me even though we don’t personally know each other <3

I wish you all an amazing year, and I hope you all the happiness, health and luck the next year. No matter what happens, even though I might stop writing, I’m still here for all of you, wether it’s advice that you want, comfort or just a conversation.

Yeah and uh, thank you for giving me 2.4k in like 8 months that’s crazy-

Now, onto the specifics, those are going under the cut cause I don’t want you to be scrolling for eternity-

@mingishoe - I have NEVER met someone so genuine yet emotionless in my life- I love your sense of humour, I love how smart and honest you are. I truly feel safe talking to you because I know that you won’t get upset or offended because of a random joke. You’re so understanding and you make me feel a lot better because neither of us can fucking spell <3 I really admire you, you are the EMBODIMENT of ‘oh, ok’. I love how much you genuinely don’t care. I love you, thank you for being one of the closest people to me on here, please ditch the tentale porn, thank you and all the best <3 <3

nova - I can’t fucking remember your @ for the life of me but I don’t think you wanna be tagged anyway AHKDJSKAD thank you for sticking with me, I really miss you on here, we are lacking some common sense and good humour on here, but I understand your decision and I wish you all the best and so so much success with your career, love you <3

@smallfrye - president smalls, thank you for sticking with me despite the you know,,,,, the issue,,, lol- I really respect you for standing your ground and not ditching me which would probably me the most convinient option, I really really treasure you for that, a million thank yous. I consider you one of the smartest and most original/talented people around here, your aesthetic is immaculate. I loe talking to you and I hope 2021 brings you better friends, lots of health and happiness because you sure as hell deserve it

@choisans-dimples - I do not like you, next- IM JOKING <3 I love you a lot cass, we connected real quick *mostly cause we dislike the same people but moving on-*, you are so smart and funny, you can make anyone feel comfortable around you just like that. I love to joke around with you, you are truly an amazing person, and I wish you all the happiness in the world, because you deserve it <3

@lustjoong - you’re honestly just adorable, ok and I really wanna talk to you more BUT YOU ONLY REPLY ONCE IN A FULL MOON- anyways I still wanted to tag you because youre a lovely person, and I want to be your friend

@jonghoshoe - you’re one of the best people I met on here. Thank you for sticking with me and clearing out all of my doubts and having no problem talking about stuff that you maybe already explained to people a million times sadhsajkdal you really helped educate me and I’m super thankful for that. Also thank you for being my friend, I know it’s hard cause I’m HELLA mean 👀👀 but foreal, thank you for talking to me, you’re hella funny, you’re a really kind and understanding person and you deserve the world, I wish you all the happiness in the world and just know that if I find you shirtless dancing on tiktok after top surgery I will murder you you himbo-

@little-precious-baby - I really like you Mei, me and all of these creators appreciate all of your support and we really love you, so you deserve an amazing year, filled with luck and happiness, I wish we become closer in the future!! ps. you need to stop saying you’re not cool enoug ajsdkasdghas

@atzsslut - you left me on read on discord but I’m pretending that didn’t happen <3<3 we just became friends but I really fuck with you, you’re very fun and genuine, I intsantly felt comfortable around you and I really wanted to be your friend the second we started speaking, so thank you for putting up with all the crazy asjdskahd

#babee appreciation post #thank you all for being with me #much love and happiness <3

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blissicle · 4 years

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The Raven

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Roman centred, brief appearance/mentions of Remus

Tw: none? (Let me know if there is one that I’m not aware about)

Word count: 1,250

Author’s Note: Hey! So it’s been a bit since I lasted posted anything writing-wise and I just wanna quickly apologise for that. DnDy is paused for now, and most likely will be paused for a good while. I just didn’t feel happy with how it was going, and honestly I’d rather give myself more time to experiment and grow in my writing before jumping headfirst into a multi-chapter story. So I’ll most likely be posting more writings like this, just little drabbles. And I might expand on some, who knows.

But anyways, I hope you like this! Let me know if you guys want more like this! ((Also sorry for the awkward ending, I didn’t know how exactly to end it))

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Roman laid there face-up, staring at the ceiling. The dim streetlights of the suburban street phased through Roman’s blinds next to his bed, casting long stripes against the wall beside his bed.

The room was coloured in deep blues and blacks, shadows being drawn in its corners, a drastic difference to the warm golds and reds of his room during the day.

The darkness flowed and eased into his room, and while it had been easy for his eyes to adjust to, it still made his vision bleak and dense.

The shrouded shadows gave an unnatural dreariness to his surroundings, a reflection of the dread held in the deepest quarters of his mind.

There was no nightlight to take any warm comfort in, no one having the TV on downstairs, not even the usual loud obnoxious snoring of his twin brother that could be heard through the wall their rooms shared.

Roman was never too keen on the idea of being in the dark, he liked to think of it as more of a hatred for it rather than having a fear of it. But either way, Roman always found... discomfort in it... to say the least.

What he did have was some glow-in-the-dark stars scattered across his ceiling. But most have faded through the years, the little admission of light being only visible if you squint hard enough.

So for now roman was left alone, in consuming everlasting darkness, and him only.

His alarm clock blared a soft red, reading 12:57 am.

Roman sighed, his future self would have to deal with the lack of beauty sleep later.

He flopped back to his bed and positioned himself on his back once more, staring at the ceiling dazedly.

What was he even doing?

Roman should be asleep, most likely enjoying a lovely dream about some kingdom he needed to save, or exploring wondrous caverns and landscapes.

To have a well, full-rested night to be energised when morning came.

But... he couldn’t.

Something in his mind was refusing to settle, persistent in fighting his own need to get sleep. And no it wasn’t the discomfort of being in darkness, this was different, it felt like it was calling Roman, like a sense of yearn in his gut.

Something was trying to tell Roman a message, or even a realisation, maybe an idea that he was just nearly there in figuring out.

Or maybe, he was just delirious, and this all was just his imagination deciding it would be fun to play tricks on him late on a school night.

But Roman couldn’t explain it, nor the odd desire to uncover this internal mystery, all he knew is that he felt it in his heart to search for it.

He knew that it must be important. There had to be something he was missing here...

So what is it then?

Roman closed his eyes, trying to find anything that could help, whatever his heart was telling him. He begged for an answer, some sort of sign, a reason, anything.

Nothing.

Roman sighed again, he should really just get to bed already. But his eyes remain wide open, tracing out the shadows of stars on the bedroom ceiling.

Suddenly, Roman noticed the stripes of the streetlight disappearing out of the corner of his eye, the light no longer peaking through his bedside window.

Huh...

Roman sat up and turned to his window, pulling the blinds slightly away to get a better look, as he peered through.

The pearl white snow glistened faintly under the moonlight, houses and lawns blanketed with plush white everywhere under the inky blackness of the clear night sky, not a single bit uncovered.

Roman would have took a moment to appreciate it if it weren’t for the raven resting on the small accident of the lamppost, blocking the light from reaching Roman’s window.

Ravens were uncommon in this sort of area, right? And weren’t birds supposed to normally be awake during the day?? Maybe he would ask Logan later...

He stared at it in curiosity, with its beautiful dark coal feathers shining directly under the street lamp, the edges ending in wistful tips.

Either way, it still didn’t take away from the fact that the raven was most certainly something unique.

Roman found himself wondering if perhaps the raven could be what his mind was searching for.

But it couldn’t possibly be though, as seeing the raven did nothing to satisfy Roman’s questions, honestly it could have been easily just a coincidence. Roman was just lucky to accidentally stumble upon witnessing one.

But... was it though?

Could the raven be the sign he was look for?

Roman sighed, as he let go of the blinds and turned back, settling himself down comfortably in bed again.

Luckily though, after a while the need for sleep seemed to finally outweigh any racing questions left over in his mind, and found himself yawning quietly as Roman closed his eyes.

His last grasping thoughts drifting towards the image of shining gorgeous black feathers, floating gracefully through the wind and snow.

...

Roman stood to find himself in a forest, snow delicately falling around him, but he didn’t feel cold in his sweatpants and T-shirt

There was also those feathers again, strikingly bold over the white sheeted ground, soaring past roman in gentle waves.

He could see a figure of a person far off in the distance being revealed as the source black feathers. Roman felt himself run towards them eagerly.

He felt the distance between him and the figure closing in, and he could just make out the face and appearance of them...

Roman shot up from his bed, with much brighter surroundings now.

He turned and leaned over to his nightstand, slamming his blaring alarm clock as he groaned. It was 5:30am.

How was it morning already?

The realisation of Roman now having to deal with the criminal lack of beauty sleep created a sense of dread to get up and face the day.

maybe he can just stay like this for the rest of the day, to comfortably exist under the mountain of comforters and soft silk pillows and sheets.

Yeah... that sounds nice...

He felt himself immediately drift off to his dream from earlier as he nuzzled into a pillow. The image of some dark feathers of a crow- no, raven- flying... Roman was wanting to run to something...

What was it again?

“WAKE UP SLEEPING NUDY!” Remus yelled, bursting his bedroom door open, causing for Roman to jolt up awkwardly in fright. He slid off the bed, falling on the floor on his side.

“Ok good, you’re wake now!” Remus said, in which Roman dramatically and loudly groaned in response to express the woeful pain that his twin brother had inflicted upon him.

“Ma’s got chocolate chips pancakes going, so you better get your ass up before I eat them all.” Remus said.

His brother quickly left the doorway and started downstairs, making loud thuds as he did so.

To which Roman could hear the sound of their other mother (they called her mom instead of ma) fussing at Remus for being too rough with the staircase.

What followed in the conversation was being drowned out by the loud ambiance of ma handling the pots and pans, opening and closing cabinets in the kitchen.

Roman groaned again quietly to himself as he slowly got up from the fallen avalanche of blankets, and headed towards his closet to get ready for the day.

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miracle-sham · 5 years

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Our Faces are Hidden Behind Masks of Glass.

| {Maribat 2k20 – Day 1: Late Night Discussions} |

| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] |

| Sometimes, when secret identities are revealed, you just need a cuppa tea and some reaffirmation—and maybe some cuddles too. |

| Word count: 1534. |

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| A/N: So I really thought SCAB would be my first piece of writing posted on here/for Maribat but then I got mugged in a dark dank alleyway by the Maribat2k20 MariTim prompt calendar and stabbed by the knife of inspiration. So uh yeah enjoy. |

| If you want to be tagged in future oneshots/fics, or a specific Au, then send me a DM or an ask! |

| Also side note, Don't Like? Don't Read. Also please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

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Heck-heck-heckity-heckles, Marinette chants in her head, desperately needing to find an empty alleyway that she can detransform in. She flicks her yo-yo towards a random skyscraper, and swings her way across the Gotham night skyline, scanning the streets below for somewhere that met her criteria.

Just as her earrings bleep thrice to signal that she was down to two dots, she spots it, an empty alleyway not in plain view of any roads, or windows. There! She cheers internally, dropping down into the alleyway and whispering a “Tikki, spots off!”

However, her relief at finding a place to detransform is short-lived, for as soon as the bright pink glow fades away, she's faced with the sight of Red Robin half changed into civvies, domino in one hand. Marinette stares at him in shock, and he stares back. Blinking blankly, she tries to wrap her mind around the fact that one of her "civilian" friends is actually a hero. A hero she's allies with, friends even.

The two stand there for a solid minute as their brains reboot. Tim cocks his head to one side, gaze flickering between looking her up and down, and staring at her earrings. Marinette also cocking her head to one side but her gaze switches between his bare face and the domino in his hand.

Once their brains finish rebooting, immediately the two blurt out the first thoughts to come to mind.

“Tim... You're Red Robin?”–

–“Wait, Marinette, you've been Ladybug this entire time?”

Marinette swallowed, blinking back tears, suddenly very aware of how vulnerable she was in the open with her secret exposed and—oh god, Tim's the first person to know my identity bar Master Fu… This is the first time I've ever had my identity revealed and I didn't even get a choice—She manages to choke down a sob before spitting out, “I think we should take this somewhere more private.” The words burning her tongue with the acrid taste of fear.

He nods sharply—almost more of a jerk than an actual nod. “I agree.”

Neither makes an attempt to move, both still staring.

“My place or yours?” She asks, hesitantly, half frowning.

He nods again, more softly this time, “Mine, but lemme just um…” Gesturing towards the amalgamation that was half his Red Robin suit and half civvies as he speaks.

Marinette's eyes widen in realisation, practically squeaking, she stutters. “Oh. Uh yeah, sorry!” She stiffly turns her back to him in an act of respect of privacy and cradles her face in her hands as her cheeks flush bright red from embarrassment. God, I'm never going to live this down, am I?

After about a minute of stewing in her embarrassment, she hears Tim clears his throat from the other side of the Alleyway. “Okay, done.”

She turns around to face him again, the blush has faded somewhat in the time passed but it's still very clearly noticeable. She can't help but glance at his civilian outfit. “Oh, er, nice?”

He sort of just blinks at her, rather bemused. “Uh, thanks… I guess?”

An awkward silence hangs over them as they shuffle and dance around each other on their way out of the alleyway. The walk to his theatre house is just as silent and awkward despite the hundreds of questions on each of their lips. A good thing then—Marinette supposes—that we didn't go to my place, I'm not sure I'd be able to handle an even longer awkward silence.

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They take the civilian route inside—also known as using the door like a sane person—because apparently, vigilantes will only use windows as entrances provided there are windows to enter and that the vigilantes in question are suited up. Tim spends a good thirty seconds opening his front door, deactivating a bunch of different security protocols most likely. The hallway and lounge lights were already on probably to try and deter potential robbers—the house is in Crime Alley after all—but once they enter said hallway, all the ceiling lights on the first floor switch on.

Tim guides her to the sofa, which she perches on the edge of, facing the massive fish tank before disappearing into the kitchen. The sound of shuffling feet, cupboards and drawers opening, and the click of a kettle—or perhaps a coffee machine? She can't quite tell from this distance—are the only things to give away what he's doing in there. Marinette has no doubts that he's making the noise on purpose, he's a bat. But she's not quite sure if the noise is because he's comfortable here, or if it's because he's trying to make her feel more welcome?

A minute later, Tim re-emerges with two teacups in hand. He gently lays both on a coffee table between the sofa and aquarium, one of the cups pushed towards her general direction. He plops himself down on the sofa as well, albeit leaving enough space between the two of them that a third person could sit there.

She picks up the drink and peers at it, perplexed, for a second, question falling from her mouth before she can stop herself, “Earl Grey? With lemon?” I thought he was a coffee person?

“Alfred.” Is his clipped response.

She nods and 'oh's under her breath. That explains it. Marinette takes a sip and her eyes light up. “Oh wow! This is delicious!”

Tim raises his eyebrows in amusement and snorts but doesn't comment. The conversation lulls again. They sip their tea in silence.

When Marinette finishes her tea, she carefully puts the mug back down, with an audible clink, on the coffee table. She hesitates and the words Kagami once told her come unbidden to her mind. She grimaces, glances to Tim.

He's watching her with that calculating gaze of his, however, it seems far more tumultuous in nature this evening. He's hiding his mouth behind his mug like another mask.

Marinette leans back against the sofa and stares at his ceiling before idiomatically biting the bullet and physical biting her lips. “How long are we going to do this?”

He freezes. “Do what?”

She gestures vaguely in the air between the two of them. “This, tiptoe around the elephant in the room or I suppose in our case, the vigilantes in the room.”

Her phrasing manages to bring a small smile to his face but not a second later it fades and he purses his lips.

Solemnly, he gives her a once over. “So you're Ladybug then?”

Marinette huffs. “And you're Red Robin.”

“Does anyone else know that you're her then?”

She turns her head away from him, “No, you're…” Her throat closes up and she's forced to blink back tears again. Barely holding back the sniffles, she chokes out the last few words. “You're the only other person to know.”—Not technically a lie, it's not like Master Fu remembers anything about the miraculous, let alone my identity.

Tim deflates slightly, curling his shoulders inwards. “I wish you had told us before, we could have supported you. You shouldn't have had to deal with all that without help”

“What? Like Batman didn't start off alone?” Marinette snaps back automatically, no real heat behind her words.

“Batman's not exactly a pillar of good life decisions or emotional stability.” He retorts with a raised eyebrow.

Sighing, she shakes her head and whines, “Tim…”

“Marinette.” His lips twitch upwards like he's in on some joke she doesn't get, “On the bright side, now we know each other's identities, we can help each other on cases and patrols, or cover for the other in or out the masks.” He offers, sounding so calm and nonchalant.

Marinette shuffles closer to him on the sofa. “That would be useful. I just. I.” She stutters, brain moving faster than her mouth.

Tim grins ruefully. “You're worried I'm gonna tell the rest of the bats who you are, right?”

She curls up instinctively. “Yeah…”

“Don't worry, they're also detectives. If they can't work out your identity then why should I give them the answer?” He tries to joke but it falls flat.

“The magic of the Miraculous stops people from making the connection between my two identities.” Marinette responds.

“Ok, but what I'm trying to say is that I'm not going to give you away even if they ask.” He also shuffles closer to her and wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards him.

“Thank you, Tim.”

“No problem, Mari.”

Marinette pauses. “So this won't affect our relationship in or out the mask, right? We're still friends?”

“Of course! This doesn't change a thing.” Tim, emulating Dick, pulls her in for a hug, and if Marinette melts into his arms—well he's not going to say no to that, not when he's so touch starved.

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When Dick breaks into the house the next morning to check on Tim, seeing as he never checked out for the night nor did he return to the cave, he finds the two cuddled up together—fast asleep on the sofa. He nabs a spare blanket and pulls it over the two of them, snaps a pic to serve as evidence to Tim being okay, and then skedaddles before either can wake.

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alo-piss-trancy · 4 years

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Ok hi, I didn't wanna say anything, but please don't write knifeplay/bloodplay for Yuri. I def don't wanna spoil anything, but it's learned on a certain route that Yuri has a s*lf h*rm problem (I'll leave it at that).

You honestly seem like you're not trying to be a jerk with this ask, so I'm going to do my best to answer this as politely as possible without compromising my personal beliefs on the matter. This is going to be long and a little serious, but please note I'm not attacking you or trying to start a debate. I'm just laying all my thoughts on this down at once so I make myself clear, because a short answer would leave a lot of nuance out.

I understand what you're trying to do here. For the record though, I also considered that a pretty massive spoiler and I did not appreciate that at all. Even if you all think you're 'helping', don't do that again. Y/uri was pretty much the only character I'd managed to avoid most spoilers on and you killed the surprise for me. This game is already so full of fluffy 'filler' in the beginning that I don't have a ton of big plot points to look forward to in each route.

Now, I realise this is a very delicate topic and incredibly triggering to some people, especially with those two things combined. I am 100% willing to tag it with just about any variation needed to ensure you or others affected can blacklist/block it and never have to see a word of it in the future. I'd also be happy to go back and tag that original text post I made if needed. I mean that. You all are welcome to ask me to tag things anytime, and so long as you're polite about it I'm perfectly willing to oblige to the best of my ability in future posts! If I occasionally forget, just toss me a light reminder and I'll jump into editing and add it in.

That said, I want to make it clear that I am very firmly against censorship. I'm willing to take all necessary precautions to ensure people can curate their experiences on this blog and AO3, but at the end of the day I can still post whatever fictional stuff I choose to. As can anyone else. Same goes for more formally published media.

Now, it's entirely possible I would have gotten to that part of the game and decided 'oh dang, I'm not so enthused about that fic idea anymore...'. My whims and ideas change frequently, and what you mentioned is a heavy topic with a lot to unpack and process. It's also entirely possible that future plot would only provide more fuel.

Fyi, when I originally mentioned the knifeplay I was actually thinking a lot more along the lines of her doing it to the protagonist, not the reverse. But for the record, if I did choose to write it with focus on Y/uri, I would still be well within my rights to.

This next part of my answer is going to address some heavy topics, this is your warning!!!

Sometimes people's kinks are a way to take a thing that is personally scary or upsetting to them and find a way to reverse it. To find pleasure or power or get used to the idea of the awful thing in a safe, controlled fashion. I'm not going to go into the full details on this because there's plenty of explanation and research elsewhere already written up, as well as an excellent book on the subject, and I'm not turning this blog into a discourse debate. But I needed to mention it for my point.

There are plenty of stories that could be explored with Y/uri in this context. Did she have this kink before the self harm events started and it was completely unrelated, or did she develop it afterwards? How did she discover it beforehand? If developed afterwards, did it start out as another way of harming mixed with pleasure in a self-destructive way, often done sloppily and without proper technique? Or was it strictly used as almost exposure therapy to deal with those urges and thoughts in a safer, more contained scenario, maybe even allowing the partner she trusted to wield the knife to prove their bond/reinforce that she can be loved without being hurt deeply, that she is worthy of affection and trust and loyalty. Maybe this finally helps give Y/uri a tool to embrace her 'weirdness' without harming herself and others. Or, what if she thinks it can be a useful tool and is sure she's ready, but partway through the scene she gets triggered or has flashbacks... how does she deal with it? How does her partner? Can it be overcome with effort, research, and taking things slowly, or does she realize this kink is actually completely off the table for her?

What if she has this kink and is excited to try it, but her partner isn't? How does she take that rejection? Or do her poor social skills mean she skipped negotiation to begin with and attempted it in the middle of a vanilla session? Would her partner freak out or even get mad, or try to swallow their fear and let her do it so they don't hurt/offend her, even at the cost of their own comfort?

This topic also opens a ton of potential plots for darkfic, but I'll refrain from discussing that out of respect for you and others.

So as you can see, there's much more to explore than 'Knife=Hot'. I believe those discussions and ideas are necessary and provide important fuel for thought when explored fictionally, especially since mainstream media doesn't cover a lot of them.

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I feel I should take a second to clarify knifeplay for those who may be unaware. It doesn't always equate to actual cutting/drawing blood. That can be an aspect, but usually only by those far more experienced and, you know, actually into that. A lot of participants don't actually go that far. Mostly, it's either about the physical sensation of the knife touching you at all, or the adrenaline/controlled fear and intimate trust of a partner bringing an object like that so close/teasing you with it.

In fact, it's frequently advised in those circles (especially to newcomers) to use a dull butterknife instead, because it simulates the same feelings of metal on skin/can dig in a little without any real risk of cutting/drawing blood. Even if one chooses to use a different knife, it's still pretty common to dull the blade, or some people even substitute with a closed pair of scissors (combined with the partner blindfolded, you can't really tell it apart from the real thing).

These versions of knifeplay are well controlled and ultimately pretty harmless, so long as both parties know what they're doing and stay alert. And more experienced players with sharper knives are even more cautious/have studied extensively to know where/how deep to go without risking scarring/serious injury.

Remember the golden rules of kink: Safe. Sane. Consensual.

With those in place, it is not nearly the same as self harm. Just as controlled, consensual, well-negotiated BDSM with safewords, respected boundaries and a trusted partner is never in the same league as abuse.

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Now that that's out of the way, back to my point:

There's no perfect representation or narrative for everyone, in any group (be that gender/sexuality/triggered by certain things, etc). Every human being is different, everyone interprets media differently, and everyone takes away different elements from stories.

What one person in a particular group may find cathartic, relateable, or painful but necessary food for thought, another may find completely repulsive, personally hurtful, offensive, something they can't stand to hear. And guess what? Both of those can be true at the same time. One side is not immediately right over the other.

There are queer characters or interpretations of them in fics that I vehemently despise, might even find hurtful or sickening and think 'how can anyone create this, it's insufferable! People in 'my group' aren't like that, it's a horrible representation. I can't relate to it at all!' But you know what? Other people can and do, may find comfort in those exact narratives and experiences, may heal their pain instead of inflicting more. And that's great. It's what they needed or wanted and if I don't like it, I click away and do my best to avoid it.

There are specific tropes and narrative themes I personally cannot get through without being triggered into anxiety attacks or dragged back to bad times and places in my life. Sometimes I see them tackled in ways that are hurtful or seem insensitive to me. But I recognise that for someone else, it's exactly what they needed to see to get through that or come to terms with it, or see a way they wish that thing could play out. I would never dream of telling those people they aren't allowed to enjoy it, OR telling the creator of that piece of media or a tv show 'Hey ummm please don't use this plot because it turns me into a human wreck for a week'. Because it's not remotely my place to do so. They can create whatever they want, they have no responsibility towards me or my well being. A few might be kind enough to include a warning at the beginning of that episode or in the description, but they are in no way required to. It's up to me to curate my experience and try to keep my guard up/research what might have those tropes, and in the rare occasions I get blindsided, yeah, it hurts like hell. I struggle, I might even backslide a bit. But I just have to try my best to deal with it and make a note to be more careful next time. Because you can't control the world around you, not even the online world, and you have absolutely no right to. The only right you have is to protect yourself without infringing on other people's boundaries/rights.

And there's also another important point. There doesn't have to be a big important point or explanation for why a creator creates something, or why consumers can enjoy that creation! If someone wants to create a plotline with all of my triggers used in the most 'insensitive', 'wrong', pointless ways possible, strictly for Entertainment or pure kink material instead of some deep dissection of the issues involved? They can go hog wild!!! They are 100% allowed to do so on this earth, and I can't (and wouldn't want to) do a thing to stop them.

One person can read a kink fic and it hits a very emotional theme for them/they think it explores a deep topic well. Another person can read that same fic and get nothing out of it except their rocks off. Both of those readers are completely equal and 'allowed' to enjoy that fic. Both reasons are completely valid reasons for why the creator was 'allowed' to post/create that fic in the first place. Nobody needs permission, nobody has to answer to anybody except themselves. Period. This extends to any topic, any type of fic.

Yes, even for things I find absolutely abhorrent and insensitive and don't understand/want to read ever. I may resent everything about its existence, but I will defend to death the creator's right to make it exist in the first place.

It only affects me if I let it affect me. If someone's making content I despise or am upset by and can't handle, I can choose to ignore or avoid them, blacklist those tags, I can block them and move on with my day. I can do anything within my own bubble, but the second I consider going into their bubble and saying they can't make that thing, I am in the wrong. Because I'm not respecting their space and rights.

If someone makes cookies with ingredients I'm highly allergic to, pastes the ingredient warnings all over the box where I read them, and I still eat one, would anyone cheer me on for blaming them when I have a reaction? Would anyone think it was remotely okay of me to start calling up every bakery in town and saying they weren't allowed to bake those cookies EVER, because some people somewhere might be allergic?

No. They'd tell me I was crossing the line, because I'm infringing on other people's boundaries and lives. I'm expecting everybody else to take responsibility for something that, while horrible and painful, was my fault for touching.

Now, if someone sets out unlabelled cookies not realizing I'm allergic to something in them, and I eat it and have a reaction, that sucks. It's an awful experience. But is it the baker's fault? As long as they didn't do it maliciously, not really. They can be advised politely to label it in the future, and I can do my best to remember to ask/be more cautious next time I come across something I'm unsure of, but they're still allowed to bake those cookies for themselves and others.

Now, if I deliberately baked cookies with an ingredient that people are very frequently allergic to (ex. peanuts) and set it out in a crowded buffet without a warning label, that's a jerk move. That's intentionally trying to cause harm to others. But simply baking that flavour of cookies still isn't a crime or harmful by itself.

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I'll be honest, I'm running out of steam and I think I've said most of what I have to say, so I'll wrap it up. I want to reiterate that I'm not ripping into you with this long answer, anon! I understand why you sent me what you did and I'm trying not to come off as harsh. I'm happy to go back and tag things and will tag anything else similar in the future!!! But at the end of the day, regardless of whether I personally end up writing that fic or not, or even want to after I get to that plot, I don't agree with telling anyone they can't/shouldn't write it at all. I wanted to try and explain my viewpoint thoroughly, and I hope you can respect that, just as I'll respect and try to accommodate you and other followers. This is the only time I'll really get up on a soapbox like this, and I have no interest in debating these things on my blog further, but it is a topic I've been passionate about all my life so I'm afraid I'm not budging on it.

#bear gets a letter #not omo #tw knives #tw knifeplay #tw cutting #tw self harm #d/dlc spoilers

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fayilien · 4 years

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I was tagged by @the-raven-that-refused-to-sing , thank you!

rules: answer the questions and tag people you’d like to get to know better

when is your birthday: 25th of April

where do you live: Finland

three things you are doing right now: Writing this, listening to music and dancing.

four fandoms that have piqued your interest: I’ve never really participated in any kind of fandom.

how has the pandemic been treating you: In Finland this situation has been quite ok, but starting uni has been little weird because everything is just online. But as an introvert it’s actually quite nice.. I have been able to see my mother’s parents because they don’t really care that much and come visit us often (yeah I know, not very wise) but with my father’s parents it’s the opposite. We didn’t spend this Christmas together and that made me very sad. I also miss going to festivals soo much but hopefully next summer it can be possible. It feels bad to see how terrible this situation can be in other countries. Stay well and strong everyone! *hug*

a song you can’t stop listening to right now: Freedom - The Wolves Within by Epica

recommend a movie: Sami Blood! It tells the story of a young sami girl trying to hide her background and how badly sami people have been treated in Sweden (the same terrible thing happened in every Nordic country and Russia..)

how old are you: 19

school, university, occupation, other: In university studying cultural anthropology and archaeology!

do you prefer heat or cold: Both are nice, but I really like hot summer days and sauna and I’m freezing all the time which I don’t particularly enjoy sooo heat it is then!

name one fact others may not know about you: I’m some sort of an artist, I’ve always loved to draw and paint but nowadays I rarely find time and motivation for that.. I post my art to Instagram whenever I happen to make some, if any of you are interested! (same username)

are you shy: Ooh yes, usually very shy but it depends a lot on the person I’m with.

pronouns: she/her

biggest pet peeves: Intolerance & selfishness

what’s your favourite “dere” type: Maybe dandere?

rate your life from 1 to 10 (1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be): Maybe 6? I’m very grateful for all the good things that I have and have had in my life, for example the people around me, the places where I’ve lived and what I’m able to do. But it could be better, I cannot enjoy and appreciate all those things fully because of my mental health. There is some bad stuff in the past and present but also some magic. I’m hopeful about the future!

what’s your main blog: This one. I used to have a blog here when I was really young, and I posted only my own pictures there. I hope that I deleted it…

list your sideblogs and what theyre used for: I don’t have other blogs.

is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends: I’m weird and quite bad at replying to messages. Sometimes I can talk a lot and then I go to my hermit mode and don’t talk at all. I might stay there a veery long time unless the other person tries to lure me back again. I always ruin my friendships by disappearing. Otherwise, you are very welcome to try make friends with me!

I’m tagging: @tuonentytar @lake-lady

#about me #tagged

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yelenasdog · 4 years

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unknown desires (spencer reid x russell holmes) (i’m so sorry BFRHEKRB)

really all i have to say about this is what the fuck and why the fuck. I DESERVE NO RIGHTS. enjoy i guess??? if u found this while searching for some reid x reader there’s plenty of that on my account!!

i’m deleting this bye ok-

btw it’s set at the end of s9 ep18 and then ends probably around s13?? idk. also listen to billie eilish’s “i love you” to be extra sad bc this is lowkey kinda angsty and lowkey a mess but im throwing it at u ok bye!

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“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary”- Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven

Spencer shouldn't have been so drawn the first time he saw Russell in person. He shouldn't have been drawn at all.

He was a victim, someone who the young doctor had stared at a photo of for days while planning his rescue.

Although he didn't feel the initial electricity, he was far too buried in the case to think about Russell's kind puppy dog eyes or plump, rosy lips. Yes, far too busy to even fathom thinking of the way his raven locks that Edgar Allan Poe himself would be jealous of complimented his ivory skin, even for an inkling of a moment. He couldn’t bear to do such a thing.

But then, there was after the case, that day at the hospital. There was loss, it was hard to see. But yet again, he saw it every day.

His brain was fuzzy, and he seemed to be more heavily affected by this case than any previous endeavors. He wasn’t sure as to why.

It had him lost in his own thoughts, swimming in a pool of unknown desires.

So lost in fact, so drowned in his daydream, that he was barely aware of the person that had been wheeled over in his general vicinity.

It was him. His pink pout (that was more of a smile) was busted, no doubt, and his porcelain skin had cuts littered among it, but god, it was him.

He should have been disgusted, scared even. The man had rabies! And this was doctor Reid we’re talking about, the biggest possible germaphobe. But he couldn’t bring himself, he was too infatuated. Not that he would admit to it, though.

And he apparently had heard about Spence and his displeasure with even slightly unsanitary situations, as he chose to greet (and simultaneously say goodbye) to the doctor with a simple wave and bashful smile.

Spencer returned it in the same manner. The interaction was quick, too quick. It also warmed his heart to a full extent.

Russell was whisked away by a nurse, looking back reluctantly at the three agents that had saved his life, specifically a certain brown haired doctor, wanting to encapsulate his stunning image in his mind.

Spencer stuck to a cycle. Save, move on, repeat. It was easiest to do so rather than deal with any tag along, unwanted, painful emotions.

Because that’s all love was.

Crude and abrupt pain. But despite this, he found himself asking Garcia for Russell's current home address. His own actions confused him, but nonetheless, he held his head high as he exited the batcave towards the light, clutching a paper with the info in his hands.

He knew he didn’t need it. But he refused to face the (impossible) possibility to forget this information, to forget Russell.

The paper was wrinkled and dampened from his gorilla grip by the time he had arrived. He flattened it out with shaky hands, grabbing a fresh piece of parchment.

“Hello, I'm Doctor Spencer Reid.”

No, no, too formal. He erased it.

“Greetings, I’m Spencer Reid.”

What was he, an alien? Even though many members of the team thought so, he decided against giving Russell Holmes that opportunity. And then it was gone in the wind with a few swipes from his pencil eraser.

“Hi! I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, I was one of the agents that assisted on your case. I hope this message finds you well. I’m just checking in to see how you’re healing.”

Spencer scoffed at himself out loud. “just checking in”, his ass. He continued writing and with very low expectations, he sent off the letter.

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“I'll be just a minute, Mom!” Russell hollered through his home as he went to go check the mail. He walked down to the mailbox, limping ever so slightly, still in recovery. He flipped through the various envelopes, doing a double take when he saw a certain name.

Doctor Spencer Reid

Apartment 23A

Wilcox Road, Quantico, Virginia, 22134

He tore into the message immediately, a growing smile resting on his face as he read.

“Hi! I’m Doctor Spencer Reid, I was one of the agents who assisted on your case. I hope this message finds you well. I’m just checking in to see how you’re healing. How's your mother been since her surgery? I hope she is doing well, too. If you need anything don’t hesitate to write back or call the number at the bottom of the page. Yet again, I'm glad we could get you home, perhaps to your boyfriend/ girlfriend, or wife/husband.

Best regards, Spencer.”

He was off the walls with excitement. There was a newfound pep in his step as he made his way up the driveway, no doubt planning on writing back.

“Dr. Reid, I appreciate you checking in on me. I do not regret informing you that there is no boyfriend or girlfriend here, just my mother and I while we both recover...”

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Glee and bliss. Those were the two things that could no doubt be used to describe the relationship between Spencer Reid and Russell Holmes.

Although it was nothing too formal, exchanges of news about mothers or about how work was going was going on either side soon became much more deep, bringing the two closer than imaginable, even from 689 miles apart.

Never meeting again in person, the situation reminded him all too much of Maeve, but nonetheless, to him, Russell was worth it. So they talked, and talked, for years and years on end.

They both felt a warm fuzzy feeling in their chest, quite able to place the cause on one another.

Then one day, they stopped.

Spencer had gotten home from a long case, and was very much so looking forward to an uplifting note from his distanced lover. But to his surprise, there was nothing.

Although he found it odd, he blew it off, considering the possibility of getting lost in the post, running some stat to calm himself. Pulling out his cell, he dialed the number that he had saved of Russell's if for some reason the letters were to become inadequate. Voice mail. And voicemail again, and again, and again. Spencer tried for days and weeks, but to no avail, he was met with radio silence.

Until one day, if it was fateful or not is up to you.

It was sunny in August, and Spencer Reid was not a fan.

After sweating around all day (he wasn’t sure what it meant either), he made his way to his apartment. He stripped down to his slacks and undershirt, waltzing around his apartment with a water bottle in hand.

knock knock

He squinted his honey eyes, confusion flooding his body. He cautiously approached the door, keeping his revolver in his peripheral vision, compliments of his paranoia.

Another two knocks sounded, but before a third could ring out, he swung the door open.

He gasped, his jaw water bottle falling out of his hand and rolling into the hallway.

“Russ?”

“Hi, Spence.”

He wanted to hug him, he wanted to kiss him, God, he wanted to-

“I felt like I needed to tell you in person.”

His heart dropped to his feet as Russell's own shaky hand presented itself, in it, a white envelope, similar to the one that started their not-so extravagant rondevu.

“W-what is this, Russ?” he opened with nimble fingers, sliding it from its encasement.

Join soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Russell and Jane Holmes-

He didn’t read the rest, he didn’t need to, and couldn't. Tears made their way to both men’s eyes, threatening with such a fierce hostility to spill.

“I’m so sorry, Spence.”

This warranted no response from the doctor. He looked blankly behind Russ, his mind running a million miles a minute. With his head hung in a terrible shame, Russell turned to leave.

He was shocked when he was stopped by Spencer grabbing him by his blue and red plaid shirt, pulling him back.

“Wait.”

He turned, his hazel eyes just barely meeting Spencer's own of the same color.

“Do you love her?”

He pondered for a moment, before nodding slightly.

“Yes, I,” he paused. “Yes.”

Spencer bit his bottom lip briefly, before making a choice he knew he would regret.

He gripped him by the collar of his shirt, smashing their lips together for the first time and the last.

It should have been sweet, it should have been everything he hoped for and more. It should have been a reunion as glorious as they both could have imagined.

But instead, it was a mixture of salty tears, as their lips moulded together like they were made for each other. He pulled away, trying to maintain a strong facade.

“Good.”

And with that, he took one more look, before committing him to a memory, and nothing else.

He shut his door, sliding down against it and silently sobbing, pulling at his curls as tears racked his body. He heard smaller footsteps pad up the staircase, stopping next to where he left a dumbstruck and emotion ridden Russell.

“Hey, sweetheart, is your friend going to be able to make it?” She rubbed his shoulder lovingly, so incredibly oblivious and unaware of the previous happenings.

He put a remorseful hand on hers, watching how her engagement ring shimmered, even in the dim lighting.

He put on a false smile for his future wife he thinks he loves. “I think he’s a bit busy, he said he needs to review the date.” He spoke loudly, hoping Spencer could hear him through the thick door.

She frowned, nodding in what was her understanding of it all.

“Well, I hope he can make it, he must be important if you came all the way here to deliver this for him!”

He smiled genuinely, thinking of all the letters sent and hours spent.

“Yeah, more than he knows.”

It wasn't until after he heard their steps retrieve, and their car start up and go, that he picked up the card to finish reading it.

He ran his finger over the gold raised trim, the feeling giving him goosebumps. He read the front and flipped it over, seeing an all too familiar hand writing underneath the date that the supposed union was to be held.

I'm sorry, I love you.

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literally what the fuck was that ffwbfbfbkfw what do i even tag this?? im so sorry. also this is my first character x character be nice

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #cm #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #boy x boy fic

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