#dave. hmm. no thanks

[perhaps-only-a-mirage]

some simple (but plentiful!!!) sprites for you all today. just some outfit swaps! the alpha kids did not get nearly enough cool outfits, so i decided to see what they'd look like with some modified beta kid outfits. some look decent, but others look very nice! i also did it the other way around too, because whynot.

(sorry i think i'll stop with the colored text thing in default text, it was So Cool but it was also really time consuming @_@)

JANE

ROXY

DIRK

JAKE

JOHN

JADE

ROSE

DAVE

[alonsolobotomy]

dude i was scrolling through your blog for fun and suddenly remembered that you're a minor and probably are not and do not look like frontman of megadeath, dave mustaine. idk why i've always just perceived you as him in my head. that's all i gotta say have a nice day

😭😭thanks???? i mean sometimes i do try my hardest to look like dave (even tho it doesnt really work out) like i have long orange hair and round silver frame glasses and a lot of the time i wear the same type of shit 80s dave would anyway i always think its funny when this happens cos i do the same thing. like everyone looks like their pfp to me

[didstuck]

yo not a req just dropping in to say this looks like a really cool blog and im glad we found you cause youre doing gods work frfr . your art rocks keep it gnarly xoxo dave from the brainstuck system

Ah, ignoring the time this was sent... Thank you! I have a very snail crawl ability to draw (obviously..) but I'm glad you (and others) are so happy about my blog. And thank you. :) This art is now.. Very aged, but most of my current art is personal so I couldn't really show it.... Unless you want to commission me. Though I'd say you'd want to ask for my discord to do that, given I log on here once in a blue moon.

[ticifics]

I'd like to make a little request...Maybe reader teaching Dave how to ice skate? Like he SUCKS at it and when she's teaching him he slips and instinctively grabs her and they both fall down and he gets really worried and panicked that he accidentally hurt her but she ends up laughing and he laughs too and FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFY FLUFF :D

Ice Skates

Dave Lizewski x f!reader

Summary: "Want to go ice skating?" "Not a chance," he said with a sleepy laugh. You planted kisses all over his face. First on his cheek, then along his jaw, and finally on the curve of his bottom lip, teasing him enough to draw a smile from him. "You play dirty." "And it works." You smiled.

Warnings: none

A/N: anon, hope you like it <3333

You had invited Dave to spend the weekend at your family’s winter house. It was far from the city, and the snow covered everything like a private paradise—and the best part? There was a frozen lake! It was barely dawn when you sneaked into the room where he had spent the night, walking on tiptoe so your parents wouldn’t wake up. Luckily, you knew where the floorboards creaked and avoided every single one of them.

When you opened the door, you found the dark and silent room, Dave still asleep, lost in the blankets. His chest rising and falling with calm breaths. A smile spread across your face—at moments like this, he seemed even more adorable. With his dark curls falling over his forehead, chapped lips, and so painfully beautiful it should’ve been a sin. Without making a sound, you closed the door and walked over to the single bed, sighing as the warmth enveloped you the moment you crawled under the covers, curling up against his chest.

"Dave?" You whispered, trying to wake him gently.

Dave mumbled something incomprehensible when you called his name, his sleepy voice sounding sweeter than it should. He didn’t even open his eyes, but his arms moved instinctively, pulling you even closer. His face found refuge in the space between your neck and shoulder, his nose brushing against your skin as he let out a long, satisfied sigh.

"Hmm, you’re cold..." He grumbled, his voice muffled against you, wrapping his arms around you like a human blanket.

"And you’re warm." You countered, smiling against the messy curls that touched your forehead. Your fingers, already acting on their own, tangled in his soft hair, lazily stroking the strands.

"If your father finds me like this, he’s gonna kill me," Dave murmured, a playful tone hidden in the roughness of his voice.

You laughed softly, your lips brushing the top of his head. "We won’t let him find out, then."

"Great plan," he replied, his mouth curving against your collarbone. "Just let me sleep a little longer..."

But you had no intention of letting him fall back asleep. Your fingers trailed down to draw lazy circles on his neck, and you tilted your head to whisper in his ear, "There’s a frozen lake outside, Dave."

"Hmm," he murmured, clearly still fighting sleep.

"Want to go ice skating?"

"Not a chance," he said with a sleepy laugh. "I’m terrible at it. I’ll fall flat on my face. You’ll laugh. I’m not risking that kind of humiliation."

"You haven’t even tried and you’re already so pessimistic?" You teased, planting kisses on his face, each one lingering longer than the last, savoring how warm his skin felt under your lips. First on his cheek, then along his jawline, and finally at the curve of his lower lip, teasing him enough to pull a smile from him.

Dave tried to resist, but he gave in, letting out a soft laugh before turning his face to find your lips. The kiss was slow and lazy, just how winter mornings should be. When you pulled away, he sighed. "You play dirty."

"And it works." You smiled, leaning in to kiss him again.

He dramatically huffed before giving in, pulling you against him one last time before finally murmuring, "Fine, but if I break something, it’s your fault."

"You’re the best," you said, your lips finding his in a burst of kisses as thanks, amidst muffled laughter and shared glances.

"Yes, but only because you asked." Dave buried his face in your hair, and for a few moments, you both stayed exactly where you were, tangled in each other under the covers. The warmth between you felt like a perfect shield against the cold that dominated the world outside. His fingertips lazily traced circles on your back while your hand played absently with his curls, twisting them and letting them go. The comfortable silence was broken only by the sound of your synchronized breathing. Neither of you seemed in a hurry to move, as if the universe had paused so you could savor this moment a little longer.

"I still think your father is going to kill me," Dave murmured suddenly, his voice muffled by your hair, making you laugh softly.

"Only if he finds out what we did before we got here," you replied, your face warming at the memory of what you’d done in your room while you should’ve been finishing packing.

After a few more minutes like this, you both finally convinced yourselves to leave the blanket nest. The cold air from the room immediately enveloped you, and you shivered, pressing yourself against him for warmth. Dave laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you both made your way downstairs to the kitchen, where the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.

Sitting at the table, you shared a toast with jam and laughed about how he seemed even more clumsy than usual with his cold hands. Every few minutes, Dave would glance nervously at your dad, who was in the corner of the kitchen reading the newspaper but clearly keeping an eye on the two of you. Every time your gazes met, your dad seemed to squint his eyes, sending a silent yet clear message: Be careful with her.

"He really likes me," Dave murmured to you sarcastically as he set his coffee cup down.

You shrugged, holding back a smile. "He just wants to make sure you’re not going to drop me on the ice."

"No pressure, then," he replied, rolling his eyes playfully.

After getting ready, you both headed outside, ready to face the cold. Dave adjusted the scarf around your neck, his fingers careful and almost reverent before intertwining his hand with yours. The path to the frozen lake was absolutely magical, with the ground covered in soft snow and the trees around you adorned with ice crystals. With every step, Dave squeezed your hand as if he needed to make sure you weren’t going anywhere, his smile on his face showing just how happy he was.

"You’re not going to fall, right?" he asked, teasing in his voice.

"I’m amazing at this," you replied, pulling him by the arm to quicken your pace.

"Great at many things, actually," he commented, almost distracted.

"Was that a compliment?"

"That was an observation," he corrected, smiling sideways as his eyes dropped to you.

When you reached the lake, the ice shimmered like glass under the weak sunlight, reflecting the trees around. Dave opened the backpack to grab the skates, and while you sat on a snow-covered log, he knelt down to tie yours.

"I can do this, Dave," you said, but he shook his head.

"No way. If the lace isn’t perfect and you fall, your dad will bury me in the snow," he replied, his tone playful, but his hands focused as he carefully adjusted the laces.

When he finished, Dave leaned up and looked at you, his blue eyes shining against the white backdrop of winter. "All set."

"You didn’t have to do that," you said, but he shrugged, the smile almost embarrassed.

"I like taking care of you," he admitted, his voice quieter as his eyes briefly dropped to your lips. Before you could respond, he leaned in to kiss you, the gesture soft but full of affection, warming your heart.

"Now it’s your turn," you said, smiling as he sat beside you to put on his skates.

When he finished with the laces, you leaned in to steal a kiss on his cheek, the gesture so natural it felt like part of the winter around.

"If I fall," he started, holding your hand to get up, "you promise not to laugh too loud?"

"I promise I’ll save you before I laugh," you replied, squeezing his hand tightly before pulling him toward the lake. The ice gleamed beneath your feet, smooth as glass, and the air around was cold, but fresh, bringing an almost magical energy to the moment. You moved first, gliding with a grace that made Dave let out an involuntary sigh.

He was completely mesmerized. You looked so natural, so free, your hair swaying softly with the movement and your cheeks flushed from the cold. He knew he’d never be able to describe it properly, but in that moment, he was certain of one thing: you were amazing, and he was completely in love with you.

"Are you just going to stand there staring, or are you going to try to catch up?" you teased, a mischievous smile on your face as you spun lightly.

"I’m trying not to fall before I take the first step," Dave replied, nervously laughing as he tried to imitate what you were doing. He slid one foot forward, then the other, but the movement was awkward, and he almost lost his balance before you grabbed him.

"It’s okay," you said, laughing softly. "It’s easier than it looks. Trust me."

He huffed, his eyes full of affection as you pulled him, guiding him with patience. He was stiff at first, his shoulders tense and movements hesitant, but the touch of your hands seemed to ease any insecurity. Slowly, he managed to glide beside you, his steps clumsy but enough to keep up.

"Look at you, you’re doing it!" you exclaimed, pride clear in your voice.

"Of course," he replied, his tone ironic, "it’s easy when you have a girlfriend who looks like a pro."

But then, the inevitable happened. When he tried to take another step, his balance disappeared, and the world around him seemed to spin. He stumbled, pulling you with him, and the two of you fell with a soft thud onto the ice. He took most of the impact, cushioning your fall.

"Are you okay?!" he asked, panic evident in his voice as he checked your face. "I didn’t hurt you, right? Please tell me you’re okay."

You couldn’t help but smile at how worried he was. His expression was a mix of guilt and desperation, his brows furrowed and eyes wide as he waited for your response.

"Dave, calm down," you said, placing a hand on his face to reassure him. "I’m fine, I swear."

"Are you sure?" he insisted, his eyes scanning you as if looking for any sign of pain.

"I’m sure," you replied, laughing softly as you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. "Actually, that was fun. Falling is part of learning, you know?"

"I’d prefer to learn without knocking you down," he murmured, but the worry began to give way to a shy smile as you laughed.

"You protected me," you said, your voice soft. "And besides, it was a pretty cinematic fall. You actually know how to do a good romantic scene."

"Smartass," he replied, but couldn’t help the laugh that escaped.

You stayed on the ice for a moment, laughter filling the cold air around you. Dave ran a hand through your hair, pushing a strand away from your beanie. "You’re so beautiful," he said, almost without realizing he was speaking aloud.

The unexpected comment made your heart race, and you blushed, but quickly leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was warm and gentle, a perfect contrast to the cold around. When you pulled away, he smiled goofily, just like he always did when he was near you.

"See? Falling wasn’t so bad," you said, caressing his face.

"Maybe not," he admitted, "but I only liked it because you were with me."

You laughed, leaning in to rest your forehead against his. "So, next time you fall, I’ll be here to catch you. Or at least, fall with you."

"Sounds like a good plan," he replied, his blue eyes shining with affection as he stole another kiss.

After a few minutes, you finally got up, with Dave still holding your hand as if he feared the ice might pull another trick. And even with the intense cold around, everything felt so incredibly warm and comfortable. After all, you were together, and that was enough to make any moment perfect.

[padfootagain]

Love in Verses (LII)

Chapter 52 : ‘I love you. I’m glad I exist.’

Hi! This is the last chapter!!

Thank you all so much for reading, for your support, for all your lovely comments, for giving love to this story!! I would lie were I to pretend I’m not crying writing this, posting this last chapter… this story has been with me for over a year now, it’s a friend at this point and I will miss it. But all things end, so, enjoy this last chapter, and let’s leave our happy couple have a beautiful life together.

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so no minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 5021

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist

The Orange

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange— The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave— They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy, As ordinary things often do Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park. This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy. I did all the jobs on my list And enjoyed them and had some time over. I love you. I’m glad I exist.

Wendy Cope, The Orange and Other Poems, 2023

“God, this is awkward…”

Andrew stared straight ahead at the grocery store. He was pushing his trolley between the carrots and the potatoes, when he spotted Samantha and Frank on the other side of the aisle.

You were off somewhere looking for apples, and Andrew was both glad and anxious that you were not with him. Glad because it meant that you didn’t have to see Frank, and he didn’t want you to feel sad because of him again. Anxious because he had to talk to them on his own.

And indeed, he did have to talk to them, because Sam had spotted him and was now walking towards him with a shy smile, Frank in tow.

Damn it…

“Andy? Hi,” she smiled, and he had to put on a polite smile as well. “How are you? It’s funny seeing you here!”

��Hi… huh, yeah… I mean, grocery shopping, obviously. Hmm… I’m fine, doing fine. What about you two?”

“We’re okay,” Frank answered with a smile too. “It’s good to see you, Andrew. You… kind of disappeared last time. So did Y/N, actually.”

Andrew tried not to show that he was tensing, his hold on the trolley tightening.

“Yeah… I mean… we both reckoned that it was best for all of us if we just… let you be. Moved on. Besides… we both agreed that there was no point in coming to the wedding, after all.”

Because we were in love with each other already, but he didn’t add that.

“We missed you both though, at the ceremony,” Sam said, and Andrew shrugged.

“It was best to let you go.”

“Right… but enough about the past!” she added with a vague gesture of the hand, as if chasing a bothering insect. “How are you doing? Are you still at Trinity?”

“Yeah! I am, yeah. I’m… fine, really. I’m doing great. What about you two?”

“Oh, we’re fine! We moved to Scotland for two years, for Frank’s job, but we’ve quickly come back, we were missing home too much. So, we’re settling in the area again, it’s been really nice.”

“Grand.”

“What about Y/N? Are you still working together?”

Andrew spotted you behind Frank, looking above his shoulder, a bag filled with apples in your hand. You frowned as you clearly recognised who he was talking to, stopped in your tracks in surprise.

“Yeah, yeah… we’re both at Trinity.”

You walked closer, and Andrew tried to silently tell you that you didn’t have to, but you did anyway.

“How is she?” Frank asked with a surprising eagerness, and even Sam seemed taken aback by his tone.

“I’m grand, thanks.”

Both Sam and Frank spun around, smiled at you.

“Oh, you’re here too! Hi!”

“How are you two doing?” you asked, walking around the couple to put the bag of apples in Andrew’s trolley.

“Oh, it’s so nice to see that you two are still good friends,” Sam said.

Andrew and you shared a glance, before laughing.

“We… we’re a bit more than that,” Andrew answered, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Oh,” Frank let out in a breath.

“Oh… for… for how long have two been…?” Sam asked, her voice trailing off.

“Erm… a few years,” Andrew vaguely answered, not wanting to dive into how the two of you had gotten so close.

“Amazing! It’s serious, then!”

“We’re married,” you answered with an amused smile, pointing at your wedding band, and then at Andrew’s.

“Wow… congratulations,” Frank said, although he didn’t seem fully convinced by his own statement.

“Thanks.”

“Well, isn’t that funny! We just had to swap partners!” Sam joked, but there was something humourless on her features now.

“Yeah… funny how things can turn out,” Andrew nodded, placing a hand on your waist.

He noticed the way both of them stared for a moment, before looking up again.

“For how long have you been married?”

“A year,” you answered. “Our anniversary was last week.”

“Oh, amazing.”

But there was no joy in Frank’s tone.

Andrew decided that this conversation had lasted long enough.

“Well, we should get going. It was nice seeing you two.”

“Yes, it was grand! We should do something together! Catch up!” Sam offered.

Andrew felt you tensing, and he rubbed circles into your hip with his thumb to soothe you.

“Erm… Maybe, if the… if the occasion arises. Who knows.”

He turned to you before Frank could say anything else.

“Let’s go, darling,” Andrew breathed, tone soft and as tender as his hold on you.

The next moment, he was pushing the trolley away from the couple, and into another aisle.

It didn’t take you long to finish buying your groceries. Thirty minutes later, you were in your car, heading home. Andrew rested a hand on your thigh while you drove, but he didn’t dare to speak about what had happened. He didn’t want you to feel sad, didn’t want you to be pulled back into your break-up and Frank’s betrayal. And to be fair, he didn’t want to be pulled back into it either. He was happy now, happier than he had ever been, thanks to you, and there was no need to talk about the past, about how Sam had pulled his heart out just to stump on it.

He drew mindless patterns on your jeans while the trees and houses passed by. It wasn’t raining yet, but judging by the heavy clouds, it would soon come again. He hoped you could get home before the thunder fell.

Elwood was at the door, rushing to get petted as you entered, jumping up and down in joy as you came home. Andrew emptied the truck while you gave the dog some attention, and you started to unpack your groceries, both of you still wrapped in silence. Only, not the comfortable one that you were both used to by now, the kind that made Andrew anxious, that announced thunder.

He took a deep breath, gathered his courage.

“Babe?”

“Hmm?”

You didn’t look at him, busy as you were by filling up the fridge, while Andrew was putting away the groceries that belonged in the cupboards. He heaved a sigh.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He looked at you, or rather… he stared, until you would look up at him again. Finally, you closed the door of the fridge.

“You… you’re sure you’re okay? After seeing Frank again?”

You frowned a little at that.

“Of course. It was years ago. I love you. We’re married. I don’t care about Frank.”

“You’re sure?”

“Of course!”

You crossed your arms before your chest.

“Do you still care about Sam?”

“What? No! Of course, not!”

“Then why ask if I still have feelings for Frank?”

Andrew narrowed his eyes at you.

“That… is not what I asked.”

“Right…”

“Do you? Still have feelings?”

“Of course not!”

“Why are you suggesting that, then?”

“I’m not! You are! You are the one acting weird!”

“I’m not acting weird, I… we’ve just stumbled on the two people who smashed our hearts, I reckon that’s normal for me to inquire if you’re okay or not?!”

“I’m okay.”

“Good.”

“Are you… do you want to see her again? Sam?”

“God no! That five-minutes conversation was dreadful enough!”

You visibly relaxed, pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I… I was worried you would.”

“Absolutely not. Why would I?”

“I… I don’t know…”

Before you could add anything, Andrew had wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in a tight hug.

“I love you so much, darling.”

“I love you too. I was just… I’m sorry, it was silly. I know you don’t love her anymore.”

“No, I don’t. I love you. Always will, baby.”

“I love you too. So much, honey.”

“I just… I was just worried that you would hurt because of Frank again.”

“No, I don’t care. I’m happy with you. Happier than I was with him.”

He tightened his hold on you, and felt you do the same. He was surprised when you chuckled.

“Did you see their faces when I said we were married?!”

“And when I said we were together! Damn…”

“They didn’t like that news one bit!”

You both laughed, looking at each other again.

“I think they were kind of jealous,” Andrew said. “Frank definitely was.”

“You think so?”

“Hmm… maybe they didn’t like the idea of their exes living happily without them.”

“Probably. The selfish pricks.”

He laughed at that, but didn’t contradict you.

“I’m so happy our plan didn’t work,” you whispered, stroking tenderly his cheek. “I’m so glad I didn’t marry Frank. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Me too, my love. Me too,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your hair and closing his eyes so that your perfume would make him forget the rest of the world.

He had to open them again though, when Elwood decided to jump on him, clearly wanting some love too. He made both of you laugh.

“Ha, sorry, buddy. We were forgetting you a little bit, for a moment.”

Andrew knelt down to pet the dog, laughing as Elwood licked his face, wagging his tail frantically under Andrew’s scratches. Soon, your fingers were joining his to pet your beloved dog.

“Don’t worry, you’re a good boy,” you cooed. “No one gets left out on the love in this family.”

Andrew looked at you as you spoke that word, was reminded that this was what you were. A family. His heart grew soft and warm at the thought.

And what a beautiful family it was…

“God, this is awkward.”

You tried to ignore Sam, as she strolled across the aisle, you really did. You tried to hide behind a large pile of bananas, but it was doomed to fail.

Would you be condemned to constantly bump into these two now that they were back in town?

“Y/N!”

And couldn’t she just… ignore you?

You forced a smile.

“Hey, Sam!”

“I’m so happy to see you! How are you?”

“Erm… I’m good. You?”

“Great, yeah!”

You didn’t say anything else, hoping she would take it as her cue to leave. She didn’t, obviously…

“I’m really happy to see you! I wanted to invite you and Andrew to dinner next weekend!”

You blinked at her.

“What?”

“Yeah! We thought that it would be great to catch up! A lot happened in the past few years! Frank and I just… thought it would be nice.”

You wanted to say no. Straight up. But it would have been rude, and you were too taken aback by it all.

“Here! I’ll give you my number! Ask Andrew about it, and let us know!”

You nodded, offered her your phone. She asked you to text her to save your number, but you didn’t.

You went home like a robot. You didn’t remember the drive when you arrived, you didn’t hear Andrew calling after you.

He was babbling about a gig Alex had booked where he would sing, was making a list of things to do, of songs he would play. You barely heard him.

“Babe! That’s gonna be amazing! It’s a festival, we’ll have a full set, we need to start working on the songs… I don’t know which one to sing… Alex wants to do Pagan Love, but I’m wondering if we shouldn’t do Ae Fond Kiss instead, if we’re choosing to include traditional songs. What do you think?”

You closed the door, took off your shoes. Carried the bags in the kitchen. You didn’t notice Elwood rubbing his head against your legs.

You sat down, stared at nothing.

“Babe? Are you listening to…”

Andrew entered the kitchen with his excited voice booming across the room, and then his eyes rested on you. He went instantly silent.

“Honey? You’re okay?”

His voice was soft now. Back to its usual tenderness. Instead of excitement, there was only worry to taint his tone.

You looked up at him, and you must have looked upset, because his face fell.

“Congrats on the gig,” you whispered. “I’m sorry… what was the question you asked?”

He frowned hard, shook his head.

“Thank you, but… Never mind that, it’s not important for now. What’s wrong? Love, tell me what’s wrong… please…”

He walked closer, and you reached out until you could press your face into his stomach, until he was holding you close.

“Darling? You’re alright? What happened?”

You didn’t say anything, he ran his fingers through your hair until you closed your eyes.

“You’re okay, love. I’ve got you. Tell me why you’re upset, okay? So, I can help.”

You felt your throat tightening, but you answered anyway. His touch was helping, his warmth too.

“I saw Sam. When I bought groceries.”

His fingers in your hair stilled.

“Okay.”

“She invited us to have dinner with them. She gave me her number. Asked me to tell you about it.”

He let out a scoff.

“Right, of course… like we’re going to say yes…”

“I think we should go.”

He moved away, just enough to force you to look up at him.

“What?”

“I think we should go.”

“Why? Why would we? After everything they’ve done?!”

You tried to gather your thoughts, make them understandable to him.

“I think… I don’t know. I want to know how they’re doing. Sometimes I wonder if they’re still together, if they have any regrets over what happened, how they handled the entire thing. If they see today that none of it was okay. And… maybe it’s petty, and selfish, but… I’m so happy with you. I love you so much. We’ve built such a good life together. I want to show them. I want to show them that they were right, we weren’t meant to be with them. We found better than them. It’s childish, and petty… but I want to show them that we’ve moved on, and that we have no regrets.”

You heaved a sigh.

“I don’t know… They’re living close-by again. We’re doomed to bump into them on a regular basis. I think we should see them once, and then tell them to leave us alone. For good. What do you think?”

Andrew let out a long exhale through his nose.

“Do you really think it’s a good idea?”

“I don’t know… but I feel like we should do it.”

He pondered on the question for a moment, but then he nodded.

“I trust you. If you think that we should do it, then let’s do it.”

You gave him a grateful smile.

“You have to promise me though that, after that dinner, we’ll never see them again. We’ll tell them to leave us alone. I don’t want them in our lives.”

You nodded.

“I promise.”

“Alright, let’s do it, then.”

Andrew had a bottle of whiskey in his hand. You were locking the car, you shot him a smile when you realised that he was staring at you, a couple of meters away, waiting for you to walk to the door.

It was a beautiful house, large and modern. At the sight, you told him that Frank must have gotten his promotion, after all. Andrew didn’t doubt that Sam must have been working a lot as well, she always had.

“Ready?” he asked as you walked hand in hand towards the door.

“Not really… but I can feel that we’re doing the right thing.”

Andrew wished he could say the same, but his stomach felt heavy, his throat had tightened.

He had struggled a lot at the beginning of your relationship. Old insecurities were coming back, heightened by the way his relationship with Sam had ended, by how their relationship had evolved too. He was finally in a good place, happy and safe, at last believing that you would stay, that you truly loved him. He didn’t need to see Sam again. He needed to forget her…

But the door opened, and Frank greeted them with a grin. White hair had appeared on his temples, but he still looked the same, exuberant and bright and Andrew’s opposite in every possible way…

“Come in! It’s good to see you, come on in!”

You walked inside first, Andrew noticed at once the way Frank’s eyes lingered on you, and he hated it with every fibre of his being…

He handed Frank the bottle of whiskey, was thanked for the attention while he stepped inside.

And the rest of the house was as modern and impersonal as the outside. Full of white and grey and black. Cold. There was only a tiny bookshelf in the leaving room, half empty. Andrew pictured his own home, the blue of your sofa, the green and beige of the walls, the plants you grew together, and the entire wall covered with books, the ones in your offices as well, so many you could open a library at this point…

“Andy! It’s so good to see you!”

Sam leant up to kiss his cheek, and he humoured her, but didn’t like it. How weird. There was a time when he would have done anything to feel such a kiss on his cheekbone and now he felt almost disgusted… how feelings could change with time and the actions that carved it...

“You look so good, you two!” she smiled, but Andrew noticed that she was looking only at him while speaking, and he also noticed the annoyed frown you tried to conceal. Neither Frank nor Sam noticed your gesture though. But then again, Andrew knew you better than anyone.

You both followed them through the living room, Andrew glanced at the pictures set on the shelves. They had been travelling a lot, clearly.

“For how long have you been back in town?” Andrew asked as you all sat down around a large white table.

“Oh… a few months! Before that we’ve spent a few years away. But we were missing home quite a bit.”

“Of course, I can imagine.”

“But tell us about yourselves! For how long have you been together? I have to admit, I would have never guessed the two of you would end up as a couple… and married even!”

“Why not?” you asked in a chuckle, sharing a glance with Andrew.

“I don’t know… I just… didn’t imagine it. But how did you end up together, then?”

Andrew chuckled, embarrassed.

“Erm… like… I guess we just… fell in love, after a while.”

“What about your careers?” Frank asked, pouring some alcohol in glasses.

“It’s all fine… just… teaching, researching, the usual,” you answered.

“Aren’t you tired of each other yet? I mean… spending time at work together and then living together?” he asked in a humorous tone, but it was clear that he wasn’t truly joking.

“We spend a lot of time teaching,” Andrew answered. “And anyway… no, we’re enjoying our time together, really.”

“I wouldn’t be able to be with someone I work with!” Sam shook her head. “We both need some personal time and space.”

“We do too. And we get it when we need it. It’s just… another dynamic, I guess,” you answered.

“Right… of course…”

Andrew reached for your hand without thinking, more of a nervous habit than anything else, an unconscious search for a sense of safety, for an anchor…

But he saw the way Frank’s and Sam’s eyes trailed on his hand, how they seemed to dislike the sight.

He didn’t care at all when Frank took Sam’s hand too. He didn’t care about the fact that it seemed forced either.

He noticed that throughout dinner you kept on looking around the room, studying the furniture, the decoration. You didn’t seem envious though. There was no spark in your eyes as you studied the room, only a vague frown on your brow.

Frank and Sam asked some more questions, but soon enough the conversation was centred on them, and Andrew noticed the all-too-familiar pattern easily. He didn’t try to fight it.

They rambled on about what seemed to be a perfect life. Travels, money, friends, everything seemed perfect. And yet such a display didn’t feel real. It felt too perfect to be true. Too sweet to be savoury. For sure, there was something wrong…

“We… we were very surprised, you know? When you pushed us out of your lives,” Frank said while eating his dessert. “None of us had seen it coming.”

“It was for the best,” you mumbled.

“Really? The best for whom?”

“Both of us.”

Andrew’s voice was colder than he intended, but he was being earnest. Frank and Sam both seemed taken aback.

You rested a soothing hand on his leg, but it wasn’t enough. Andrew was tired of this. This was useless. Neither Sam nor Frank had changed. They were selfish and they didn’t even seem to notice. They were trying to impress you and for what? Andrew didn’t want this life, this house, these pictures on the mantlepiece. He wanted his bees, his own living room filled with love and warmth, his books, your arms and your voice and your love, and Elwood running in the garden…

He wanted the life he had. It was as perfect as life could get. This… this had nothing to do with who he was. If that was what Sam wanted, then he understood that they were doomed to fail. He didn’t want this life at all…

“What could you mean?” Sam asked.

Andrew let out a long exhale through his nose, clearly annoyed, almost angry. He didn’t say anything though, he let you answer.

“Things didn’t end smoothly,” your voice was still calm and soft, and Andrew didn’t know how you could remain so composed. “And it was just… it wasn’t healthy for either Andrew nor I to remain close to you. It was best to just… move on with our own lives.”

“But what about us?” Sam asked. “You simply… left us behind.”

Andrew frowned hard.

“Sam… you cheated on me. Frank and you both broke our hearts, and then you just expected us all to be good friends like none of you had done any harm…”

“It was for the best, we were in love…”

“So were we.”

He felt your stare on him, but you didn’t back down either.

“What?” Frank asked in a breath.

“We wanted to start dating, when we told you that we didn’t want to stay in touch,” you explained. “It was a new beginning.”

“And there was no space for either of you in it.”

You had a small chuckle, a humourless one, but it wasn’t sour either.

“None of you has changed much,” you added. “You’re both the same.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“That our lives are very different. In a way, we should thank you. We found each other thanks to you, we were able to fall in love and have this wonderful life together because you left. But our lives and yours are not compatible. It’s better if we don’t try to be friends again.”

Andrew stared at you, content. He got up.

“Let’s go, honey,” he murmured in a gentle voice and you nodded, standing as well.

He noticed the way both Frank and Sam tensed at the pet name.

“Of course, we’re doomed to bump into each other, but… we’d really appreciate it if we could… avoid each other,” Andrew requested.

“So what? We should just… ignore you?”

“Yes. Let’s act like we don’t know each other.”

“This is ridiculous…”

“It’s not. We’re simply asking for boundaries.”

“But we miss you. You’re important to us!”

“You used to be important to us too,” you answered, and the softness of your voice seemed to shock them even more. “Don’t worry about us. We’re very happy. We have a good life, we do our best. We wouldn’t trade it for the world. If you still care, then isn’t this what you truly want for us?”

They didn’t find anything to answer, and Andrew seized the opportunity to walk back to the hallway, his hand on the small of your back to guide your steps.

They didn’t try to hold you back, and you were both grateful for it. The drive home was silent, but Andrew’s mind was busy with thoughts the entire ride. Now that he was with you, now that he loved you and was loved by you, he couldn’t imagine how he had thought that Sam was the one. He couldn’t believe that they hadn’t changed, hadn’t learnt any lesson from all of this. And at the end of the day, all this for what? They didn’t seem as happy as they wanted you to believe…

When you took off your shoes in your hallway, placed them by the side of Andrew’s, hung your coat next to his, Andrew was trying to gather his thoughts, find the right words to talk about that strange afternoon. But before he could do so, you were in his arms, holding him close.

You heaved a sigh as he held you tight.

“This was… dreadful,” he spoke into your hair.

“Yeah… as expected.”

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, burying your face into his chest in the process.

“I’m good. You?”

“Yeah, fine… I feel… weird.”

“Yeah, me too. You know I just… I wondered how they were doing. I’m disappointed that they’re not as happy as they thought they would be.”

“Hmm… you didn’t buy in the perfect couple they seemed to be either, huh?”

“No… and they didn’t seem to have learnt anything either.”

“Still exactly the same…”

“Yeah…”

You looked up at him with so much love and relief in your eyes, it made him want to cry.

“I’m so glad I’ve found you. I wouldn’t have been happy in this life, in this house, with him… I’m so glad you’re here.”

He kissed you, sweet and loving, taking his time. After all, you had an entire lifetime together ahead of you.

“I’m so lucky you love me.”

Andrew thought about all this pain he had to conquer, all these doubts, all those obstacles that came his way, so he would be with you. It was worth it. He would go through it every time, so long as he could love you like this.

His gaze wandered across his living room, the comfortable armchairs and the sofa by the fireplace, the papers scattered on the coffee table, the walls covered with bookshelves. His eyes were drawn to a cluster of several editions of the same books, of your two most precious collections gathered together. Some of Heaney. Some of Dante.

You looked up at him, gently pulled on his collar in a silent request for a kiss. And he obliged easily, willingly.

And could never be perfect, but it was so much better as long as you were in it…

There was sunshine upon the Liffey that morning. A scent of new beginnings in the air, a whisk of excitement in the breeze.

You took a deep breath before entering the college grounds. It was October already, the beginning of a new year here, at Trinity. You walked through the arches of stone you knew well by now, their sight familiar and their shadows welcoming as they sheltered you. After working for five years here, it felt a little like being home.

Andrew’s hold on your hand tightened a little, a silent way to ask for your attention, and you turned to him with a questioning look.

“Are you cold, darling?” he asked, a worried frown on his brow.

“No, I’m okay,” you smiled up at him.

As if to contradict you, a burst of wind blew and made you shiver.

Andrew chuckled.

“Let’s hurry. I have so many things to do today anyway...”

“Classes to prepare?”

“Hmmm… and it’s orientation week. First meeting with students this afternoon.”

“Already? Damn… and look at them, they seem younger every year.”

“They’re not, we’re just growing old.”

“Thanks for reminding me… although, I’m really not bitter about it.”

“My joints and back definitely are…”

You couldn’t refrain a laugh at that, and you knew it was your laughter that brought a smile to his lips.

“I don’t know. I like growing old here, with you.”

He gave your hand a squeeze.

“Hmm… I really like it too,” he gave you a toothy grin, although you couldn’t see the emotion in his eyes.

Your attention was caught by a pair of students you knew well by now. They waved at you as you passed by, and you stopped to chat with them for a moment.

“Saoirse! Sean! How was your summer?” you asked them, and they both grinned at you.

“Good! We travelled to Germany in July, it was amazing!”

They exchanged a tender glance, and your heart melted at the sight.

“What about you two? Did you travel?”

“We celebrated our second anniversary,” you nodded. “In Italy.”

“Wow! That’s so romantic…” Saoirse sighed dreamily, and Sean chuckled at the sight.

“It was,” you nodded, looking up at Andrew with as much love as you truly felt for him, which made him both grin and blush.

“I can’t believe this is your last year here,” Andrew drew the conversation to another topic.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be weird…”

“Are you mentoring this year, then?”

“Yes, we are! That’s why we’re here so early,” Sean nodded. “And don’t worry, we’ll send you tons of students.”

You and Andrew both laughed at that.

“Will you now?”

“Of course! Have we never told you this before? On our first day, an elder student recommended us your classes, that’s why we chose them. That’s kind of how we met, too.”

“Aww… that’s cute.”

You chatted for a little longer, before walking towards your building, Andrew babbling away about this new song he was learning to play on the guitar, and the riff sounded so good, and you couldn’t wait to hear it. You couldn’t wait to hear it all.

This would be a good year, you could feel it. But then again, all the years were good with Andrew. And you had so many of those to enjoy by his side.

[pkg4mumtown]

Roxy’s Operation ORCHARD

Pairing: Luke Alvez x GN!Reader

Rating: Mature (18+)

Summary: Luke wants to set up a date, but you’re both at work. So, he uses Roxy as an excuse.

Content Warnings: suggestive themes, GN!reader (no Y/N), strong language, first person POV, established relationship

A/N: 2 of 2 entries for @imagining-in-the-margins Criminal Minds Autumn Air Challenge. No art this time (crying), I’m so swamped with grad school, that I don’t have the time. This is also my first Luke fic YAY!

Also available on AO3

I was hyper focused on the report in front of me, intent on not making another spelling mistake lest I lose my mind. Dave and Emily were holed up in their respective offices, while Tara, Spencer, JJ, Luke, and myself caught up on reports after flying in from solving a case the previous evening. I could hear Luke’s impatient movements from the desk next to me, having been too engrossed in his own report to stand up in a while. I could feel it driving him crazy.

With an obnoxious groan, he let his pen clatter to on the desk and pushed himself away in his chair.

“Coffee anyone?” He asked as he stood up, looking around the room hoping to meet a friendly face but no one looked up.

“I’ll take one,” I answered, not looking up either so I could focus on finishing this last line.

Luke disappeared for a few minutes before coming back with two mugs, placing one on my desk.

“Thanks, Luke,” I finally let myself come up for air, looking up at him with a grateful smile as I picked up the mug.

One of the many benefits to dating him was that I didn’t even have to tell him how I wanted the coffee, not that I doubted we all had each other’s orders memorized by now. I looked at him expectantly as he didn’t go back to his desk right away; mid sip as he sat on the edge of my desk.

I gave him a warning glare to not fuck with anything on my desk but also to not give us away, even if JJ and Spencer had been suspicious for a while.

“Hmm?” I hummed while contently drinking my coffee.

“You busy this weekend?” He whispered, though I didn’t miss the minuscule tilt of Spencer’s head in our direction.

You’d swear the man didn’t have a cell phone in his pocket with the ability to text.

“Not unless we get a case, why?” I answered, leaning back into my chair.

“Well, Emily said we’re not on call this weekend, so…,” Luke trailed off.

I raised my eyebrows, thinking about slamming his kneecaps with something knowing full well he was feeding into their conspiracy theories.

“Roxy wants to go apple picking with you because she misses you,” he finally said with an innocent smile.

“Roxy, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“She really said that?” I asked, fighting the grin threatening the corners of my mouth.

“Word for word,” Luke nodded, taking a gulp of his coffee. “I know, I was surprised, too.”

“Well, for Roxy, I guess I can make some time,” I nod and put my mug on my desk. “Now, go away,” I shoo him off my desk, nudging his very firm thigh with the back of my hand.

Luke gives me a teasing grin, before finally moving back to his own desk.

--

I rolled over, feeling the sheets still warm but annoyingly empty. Grumbling, I lifted my head and heard rummaging in the bathroom, so I let my head flop back down into my pillow. Roxy had laid patiently throughout the night at the foot of the bed, avoiding both of our wild kicking while we slept. I wasn’t alone long, hearing the bathroom door swing open and seeing Luke's half-naked frame taking up the doorway.

Luke slid between the sheets, taking a deep breath as he buried his scruffy face in my neck.

“It’s a little too chilly,” he snuggled deeper into the blankets and me.

“That’s what happens when you get up at 0530, you sick freak.”

“I had to go to the bathroom, baby,” he pouted.

I quickly kissed him and cuddled closer to him, rubbing my cheeks along his facial hair.

“Place doesn’t open until 9, I think?” He pursed his lips, pressing a kiss to my jaw and down to my neck.

“9? That’s plenty of time for…” I trailed off as his mouth on my neck distracted me.

“…activities?” he grinned, pressing his hips against mine.

“At least kick Roxy out before she watches me defile her father.”

--

The morning was still brisk as we arrived at the apple orchard, bundled in sweaters and jeans with Roxy in tow. She didn’t exactly need a leash, but Luke followed the orchard’s rules. Plus, he knew better than to trust other people to behave.

I found Luke’s free hand as we strolled and gripped it, leaning into his shoulder while we browsed the apple trees. I was carrying our basket, and the orchard had provided Roxy with a much smaller one for her mouth. I used every little gust of wind as an excuse to stay plastered to Luke’s side, enjoying how much of a heater he could be once he’d eaten breakfast.

We chose apples at our leisure, not getting too many in case any upcoming cases would ruin our produce. Roxy sniffed out a few good ones for her own basket and happily trotted along with her findings.

“Ooh, look at that one up there!” I paused our walking as I looked up at the tree in front of me.

I pointed to one near the top, nothing either of us could reach even if we jumped.

“It sure looks good,” he sighed.

Resigning to the fact that it was out of reach, Luke turned to keep walking, but I didn’t budge. With my arm looped around his, I stood my ground and watched as he looked back at me with hesitation, fear, and a little bit of curiosity.

“I need it,” I smiled, taking the basket off my arm and thrusting it into his arms. “Be right back.”

“Uh, I don’t think we’re allowed to climb the trees, babe.”

We definitely weren’t allowed to. The signs were very specific:

Children under 13 must be supervised.

Dogs must be on a leash.

Do not climb the trees.

Roxy looked like she wanted to bark but looked up at Luke instead. She thought better of it and let out a little whine as I started my ascent.

“It’ll only be a few seconds. Just tell them it’s official FBI business or whatever,” I winked, navigating the trunk upward.

“Yea but—”

“Why are you riding my ass in a not-so-enjoyable way?” I grunted as I lifted myself onto the main branch.

Luke sighed heavily, looking around to make sure no one was coming to kick them out, “This is what I get for dating a retired Marine.”

“I’ll make sure to tell Dave you said that!” I shouted down.

“Yea? You’re gonna tell him about the dating part, too?”

“No, just the part where you called us dumb.”

“I did not say that.”

“You insinuated it,” I snarked back with all the sarcasm of friendly Marine versus Army banter. With one final grunt as I reached for the apple and picked it, I proudly presented the apple, “Got it!”

“Great, now please get down,” Luke stood exasperated with his hands on his hips and Roxy sitting patiently at his side.

I used my free hand to hook around the branch and hold my weight as I swung down. It was as effortless as every obstacle I’ve ever completed during both my military and FBI careers. Well, except for my sweater snagging on the bark just before I let go. I swung out a bit too far, the fabric of my sleeve catching briefly and snapping once my weight flung too far forward. It wasn’t a far fall, but my heels slipped out from under me while I flailed my arms. Gravity sat me firmly on my ass and lower back, making me grateful we had been walking in dirt.

Luke and Roxy both looked down at me, deciding whether to leave me to my own devices or help me up. Finally, Roxy stomped her front paws and gave me an impatient whine and growl. Luke chuckled, giving her a quick pat on the head and extended his hand to help me up.

“That was some pretty instant karma,” Luke tried to hold in a snort, brushing the dirt off my back.

“Yea, well I’m not letting you taste this one.”

“Oh no, I’m sure it won’t taste like the other ten we have,” he rolled his eyes as I put the apple in the basket and snatched it from his hands. “Let’s go before they kick me out for letting you run around unsupervised,” Luke laced his fingers with mine and started leading us back toward the entrance.

Embarking on the short walk back, I had barely let the side of my head drop to Luke’s shoulder when I shot my head up again.

“Oh! We should go look at pumpkins next!” I gasped, tugging his arm as I sped my steps up.

“Absolutely, not. You’re officially banished from produce this season.”

[cgtg]

hmm you don't have to answer this ask if it's not interesting you but i was just wondering if youu had any gender thoughts on dave? like nonbinary/tfem/etc. and how that relates to his sexuality n such

your recent post just made me curious!

not sure i got much smart 2 say… i enjoy readings of daves arc as a deconstruction of masculinity, heterosexuality & gender roles, particularly irt his relationship w bro. i think that mixing in a deconstruction of gender identity can be apt.

ofc that doesn’t necessarily lead u to changing gender labels — identity terms are also social tools & i find myself/many friends o mine agree it’s impossible 2 fully capture a human being in couple words. but the acknowledgement of it as a construct, in his case harshly enforced, & analysing where u actually stand regarding it all or even detaching from it entirely, is smth i personally know well & feel can be narratively relevant to his character.

gender apathy/disillusionment was alrdy pertinent 2 how i interpreted him/how i write him myself. stepping outside of an ideal put on u, & doing ur own thing with authenticity. it’s not smth actively on his mind, necessarily, just a theme i like.

i broadly still just hc him as a guy, i don’t read him as necessarily wanting 2 fundamentally change his gender presentation or anything. but non-binaryness is a present concept. 

considering transness in the context of how he was raised is just cool. hope this was interesting 2 read thank u for asking 🙂

[decentsoupperson]

Lost in the Woods au

That Bastard is Back in Town

Adam was a simple man. He liked to think he was, at least, a decent guy trying to get by with his life in the forest. Lately, however, his old women of a cat, Lady, had wandered off. . .Again. She didn't come back within 1 day like she normally does, so Adam began to get worried about what could've happened to his saint of a cat. He knew she was strong and could survive almost anything, but he also knew that she was old. He had her since he was 18, and now he was nearing 40 years old. So, he went to put up missing posters around town to hopefully find her soon.

As Adam walked down the street, putting up posters, he came across a toy store that was part of one of the biggest toy companies in the country. Adam walked inside and slowly walked up to the cashier that was there that day. "Uhm, excuse me," Adam quietly asked.

"What is it, sir?" The cashier responded.

"Could I tape up some posters in the window for my lost cat?"

"Oh, of course you can. Do you have tape?"

"Yep."

Adam pulled out a roll of double-sided tape and walked over to the window to put up the poster. He turned and thanked the cashier before walking out to his bike.

Later that day, the CEO of the toy company came to see how his new store had been doing lately. He was short, pale, and had blond slicked back hair.

"Good afternoon, Dave. How's the store?"

Dave responded, "It's a little slow, sir. Not much business in this small town."

"That's a shame. What's with the poster in the window?"

"Oh, some guy came here around noon to hang that up cause his cat is missing."

"Hmm, we'll, let's take a look at the cat, shall we?"

The CEO walked over to the poster and turned it around to find the fluffy white and brown cat named "Lady". The CEO jumped back in surprise. Could it be?

"LIisten here, Dan."

"Dave."

"You email me those reports tomorrow, I have to go, IMMEDIATELY."

"Uhhh, sure. Have a good day, sir."

"You too!"

The CEO ran down the street and into the neighborhood as fast as he could to find a house. Any house that had a resemblance of what he hoped the cat's owner would look like. He finally got to the house that had a poster on one of the pillars and a bowl of water and food laid out on the porch. He walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell.

Adam was just watching TV and planning to out into the woods tomorrow to look for her when his doorbell rang. Be jumped off of the couch and ran to the door, hoping that the person who was ringing was or had his cat. He opened the door and. . . Oh.

"Oh, it's you."

"Hello, Adam. How have you been?"

"I would be better if you had my cat or got off of my porch, Lucifer Morningstar."

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A bit late to this but better late than never!

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Quite a few sentences from next chapter of 10 Weddings 😊

Tommy blinks. He knows Josh and Carson are engaged but apparently he’d missed part of the story. “Costco?” he repeats, incredulous.

Carson raises his eyebrows at Tommy. “You got a problem with my proposal Kinard?” he smiles.

“Oh no, real romantic man,” Tommy laughs, shaking his head.

“Who gives a fuck?” Carson shrugs. “I love him that’s all that really matters right?” Josh leans in to bump their shoulders together, Carson turns and kisses his cheek. “The rest is just window dressing,” he continues. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love Dave and Julia but who decided all this was necessary y’know?” He gestures at the surroundings. “Why the fuck did we have to come all the way to Hawaii for this?”

“Straight people over-complicating shit,” Josh shrugs.

“Right.”

Sal grins, raising his bottle in salute. “Hmm y’got that right. Maybe not just straight people. I mean take this one…” he tips the bottle towards Tommy whose eyes widen.

Josh rolls his eyes. “Oh my god you’re right, he’s the worst!”

Sal nods, taking another swig of beer. “Right?”

“Wait, Tommy remember Carl?” Josh says with a grin.

“Oh we are not telling this story,” Tommy groans.

“Mm too late. So. When Tommy was first out he started coming along to a LGBT first responders thing that I used to go to, which is how we met,” Josh smiles, Tommy rolls his eyes. “And there was a guy called Carl from like, I wanna say the 124?”

“He was a paramedic,” Tommy supplies, looking at his feet intently.

“Whatever, he was cute and they seemed to hit it off and they dated for a bit, right?” Tommy wonders if he could just go jump in the pool as Josh continues, “Then one day he stops coming to the meet ups and this one tells me they broke up because, and I quote, he “didn’t cry at Love Actually.”” Josh says the last sentence in a weird gravelly voice while making scare quotes with his fingers.

Sal snorts beer out of his nose.

“I don’t sound like that!” Tommy protests. “And that is a valid concern. It wasn’t just Love Actually, he just never cried at any rom-coms. He was dead inside.”

“O-ver thinking it,” Josh says with a grin.

“O-ver thinking it!” Sal echoes.

“Oh you’re doing it now?”

“Yep, I’m with them,” Sal grins and shoves Tommy with his foot.

“Oh great.”

“One of us!” Josh and Carson chant happily. “I love him by the way,” Josh says, gesturing to Sal with his glass.

Tommy rolls his eyes. “You can keep him.”

“Sooo…” Carson starts, “what’s going on with you two?”

“What?” Tommy straightens up in surprise.

“What about us?” Sal asks.

“You have these ridiculous vibes coming off of you and you’re acting weird about it.”

Tommy puts his head in his hands. “Don’t do this…”

“Do what? What are we doing?” Josh asks.

“You know what you’re doing Joshua. We—we’re friends. That’s it ok?”

Josh tilts his head critically as he looks at them. Tommy takes a drink to hide his eyes. Sal just looks back with a placid expression.

“You fucked,” Josh says after a moment.

“Oh my god they did. They fucked!” Carson agrees.

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[snowblossomreads]

Day 24 - Christmas Party

Pairing(s)/Character(s): David Friedman x Fem!Detective Reader

Summary: In where David and [Y/n] ditch the annual work Christmas party for a party of their own.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Smut (roleplaying, women on top, p in v, dirty talk)

A/N: OH MY GOD IT'S OVER 😭😭😭😭. How has Rickmas come to an end so soon??? I have sooo many stories to catch up on as I literally spent almost every free moment writing. But it has been so worth it! I'm so proud that I've written for every prompt this year because hoooo boi was it looking shakey at times. Thank you everyone who has been reading and a big thank you of course to @deepperplexity for hosting this 🎊!!! Now without further a do lets close this out with a little bit of smut huh?

"So, what you’re tellin' me Dave, is that you were home all Thursday night. Mindin' your business and reading when the incident took place. Is that correct?"

"Yeah, been sayin' that for the past 20 minutes, but it seems like you ain't been listenin' detective."

"Oh no my hearin' and listenin' is just fine, I just wanted to make sure that was your story. It is your story isn't it?"

He rolled his eyes at the question being posed once again, before crossing his arms against his chest and leveling a glare at the woman who had been interrogating him.

"I said already, I ain't go nowhere and I ain't see no one. I went to work and straight back home after. Do you have anything else or can I go?" 

A smirk crossed her lips and a little 'hmm' passed through them as she walked towards him. Her hips swaying with each step, and her fingers gliding on the edge of the cold metal table in the room as she approached the seated man. When she finally stood to the side of him, she leaned down, giving him a very ample view of her breasts that were close to falling out of the festive red bra she wore underneath her dress.

"Well if that's the case," she purred, bringing his attention back to her face. "Tell me why we got that handsome mug of yours all over the security camera at the bar at the same time as that little mishap."

"Bullshit."

"Bullshit indeed. Cause everything you done told me already has been bullshit. So." Straightening herself up, and depriving the man of the nice view he had before, she leaned on the table, that 'caught you' smile still plastered on her features as she questioned him. "Now either you come clean and tell me what you were really doing that day, or I can have you locked up and the keys thrown away. Your choice." She winked at him before hopping up on the table to sit on the edge of it as she waited for his answer. 

One she already knew.

"Naw neither, I want my lawyer before I say anything else."

"Neither wasn't an option though."

"And I don't care," he stated with a clear look of annoyance etched on his face as he looked at the woman. "I know how this whole thing works, and I'm supposed to get a lawyer so until then I ain't tellin' ya nothin'."

Oh, that was not going to do.         

"Fine then. How about we ignore what you said before and you just tell me what you were doing there?" She suggested, garnering a suspicious yet intrigued look from the older man who seemed to give the idea thought. "We got you on camera, and that's some mighty hard evidence to beat but, I be willing to let you go if you tell me what you were doing there. Clear you of all this mess."

"What else would I be doing at a bar detective? Do you always ask questions like this? No wonder why the department can't solve nothin' these days."

[Y/n] smirked. Almost laughed really at how grumpy he was becoming but she pressed on, knowing that it be much more entertaining if she stirred him up a little bit more.

"I know, I know but you know them cameras caught some stuff. I just wanna know that's all. Hear it from the horse's mouth and all that. Now if you tell me the truth here, I'll ignore everything you said earlier."

He glared at her for a moment but knowing he was in the hot seat he gritted his teeth and nodded before he answered the question.

"Fine, I was meeting someone."

"Who."

"Someone."

"Oh come on now, that's not part of the deal. Who were you meeting, a friend, colleague…?"

"A friend."

"A friend, or a friend friend." 

He raised an eyebrow at that question before putting on a frown.

"Now why the hell does that matter?" 

"Come on tell me. You stay at the bar with 'em, or did ya'll go somewhere else afterward?

"I-."

"And don't forget," she interrupted, a sly little grin on her lips. "We got the tapes so you be better of tellin' the truth." 

"Yeah, yeah you done said that already," he groused before letting out a sigh. "We left around 10 that night. I only know because the news came on the TV and we decided to call it quits."

[Y/n] nodded satisfied with the answer, before continuing to question him.

"I see, I see, and this friend of yours, was it a man or a woman?"

"Woman."

"She pretty?"

"Fucking gorgeous."

Heat rose in [Y/n]'s cheeks at the speed of his response, and she was speechless for a second as David smirked at her, knowing he had thrown her off her game. 

"Dave you're going off script," [Y/n] complained yet there was no real anger directed toward him as she frowned. Or at least tried to. Still feeling the effects of the sudden off script answer.

"I know, just tryin' to help you get to the climax of things," he answered cheekily before she blew a raspberry at him.

"Ain't time for all that yet," he teased, causing [Y/n] to playfully stick her tongue out at him. "But I sure wouldn't mind if we hurried up to that part. Don't want nobody seein' we done gone missin' from the party and come looking for us."

He had a point.

"Well, then how 'bout we skip the boring part and move on to the action?"

"I won't say no to that."

Giving him a curt nod, she took a deep breath, shook her head, and got back into character.

"So what ya'll do after leaving the bar?" [Y/n] asked. "You take her home with you or something? Gentleman like you seem like you'd make sure she get to where she's going safely."

"Yeah, I took her home."

"Oh," [Y/n] hummed curiously as she scooted closer. "Mind me askin' whose home you took her to?"

"I do, but I'll still tell you. Took her to hers of course."

"So you are a gentleman, how nice," she responded as she finally made it to the edge closest to him as she kicked her legs up and down.

"Mostly."

"I bet you weren't one when you got inside were you?" 

"Well, she told me she didn't want me to be. So, I say I still was when I listened to her and fucked her like she wanted," he concurred with an air of confidence that made the room much to warm for her current state of dress. 

[Y/n] worried her bottom lip momentarily at the memory of him practically tossing her on the sofa and fucking her over it. The thought caused heat to bloom in her belly, and it made its way in between her legs, where she had to force herself not to squeeze her thighs together for some pressure. Yeah, he sure did fuck her like no gentleman could. Just the thought made her want to call this whole thing quits just so they could get to the good bit but no, no, they were almost there. Just a bit more.

"You lookin' a bit sick detective," David pointed out as [Y/n] zoned back in, clearing her throat and crossing one leg over the other to put some pressure on her lower half. "Need a doctor or somethin'?"

"You really are a gentleman," she responded with a smile," that's nice of you but no. I don't think a doctor can fix this ache I got."

"Now if I didn't know no better, it sounds like you're coming on to me detective," David pointed out, his brows lifting in faux surprise as he watched [Y/n] give him a fleeting smirk. "That don't seem too proper to me detective. Askin' if I took a woman home and fucked her. You sure this just for your little story you gonna tell your boss?"

"Of course it is! Cause if you said you fucked her as hard as you did, which I believe, then you wouldn't have no energy to go and commit any of them crimes they tryin' to pin you for wouldn't you?" [Y/n] asked as she began to trail her hand up her thigh, her hand catching the edge of her dress as she pulled it up inch by inch.

"Mhmm, that's right," he answered, swallowing harshly as his eyes began to wander down to the exposed flesh on her upper thigh. Her fingers drawing little circles on her skin as she smiled innocently at him, even if the look in her eyes was anything but.

"But you know, all I got is your word. And well. Words are words. And actions." She scooted all the way onto the table and turned her body so that she was facing him directly. Her legs spread apart for him and her clothed cunt almost at eye level for him as she used her elbows to support her.  A smirk graced her lips and she was met with a hungry look from David who looked ready to devour her.

"Are actions."

All it took was a wink from her, before David was launching forward and practically dragging her towards him by her calves. 

Once he was close, he leaned down and a squeak of delight left [Y/n]'s lips as he began to pepper hot kisses all the way up her exposed thighs and up towards her cunt that was already fluttering with excitement. Each kiss he planted, was accompanied by a soft groan from his lips as he pushed the skirt of her dress up towards her belly so he could have more access to her.

Inch by inch he moved closer to where she wanted him the most, and when his warm breath brushed over her opening that already throbbed with need, she let out a shaky sigh.

"Mmm fuck yeah Dave, show me how good you fucked your little friend," [Y/n] purred darkly, her eyes heavily lidded as she stared at him with the most smoldering look she could. "Maybe I'll let you go and tell my boss you ain't got nothin' to do with the case."

He smirked at her. "That a deal detective?"

"God as my witness."

No sooner had she said that, he made quick work of her panties that she was more than happy to shed as he ripped them off her with a powerful yank that had her moaning. Those thin things weren't even comfortable, and she was glad to have them off and have it replaced by,

"Fuuucckk!" She let out a broken cry as she felt his warm tongue begin to explore her opening that was already slick with her need for him.

He took his time lapping along the edges of her folds, sucking the soft warm flesh in between his lips, and savoring the tangy flavor of the woman beneath him who quivered and whined her pleasure. Her hips rocked towards him with each swipe of his tongue, and when he made his way to the little swollen bead that was peeking out between her damp folds, he just had to have a taste of it. 

Taking his fingers and using them to pull her dampness apart so that he could see all of her, David smirked at the soft noise she let out before he let out a groan at the heady scent that filled his nostrils. 

Leaning forward, he did a test lick, flicking his tongue over the swollen bead, and the response was a sweet little gasp from the woman above him. Her hips twitched and her stomach clenched as she wiggled forward in hopes that he would do what he just did again. And being the gentleman he was, he did, this time flatting his tongue against her as he began to aggressively lap at the sensitive nub that caused a hot pleasure to bloom in her. 

"Oh, oh, oh yes right there," [Y/n] gasped as her hand flew to grab his hair as he began devouring her soaking cunt like it was the last meal he was going to have. His tongue circled her swollen bead carefully yet with speed and pressure that had her keening and whimpering his name under her breath as he alternated between licking and sucking. 

The harsher he sucked, the louder the noise she would make, and the harder she would tug at his hair in an attempt to pull him closer to her. Each lick had her thighs falling open even wider as she gave him all the access he needed to devour her.

Once he was satisfied with how swollen her clit was, he moved down, his tongue trailing from the sensitive bundle of nerves, down to her opening that clenched at nothing. Prodding her wetness with his tongue, he moaned, savoring her before he placed his mouth around her and began to suck and kiss at her opening. 

"Oh my god!" She shouted in surprise at having her cunt be suddenly engulfed by his hot mouth as he ate her out.

Her head fell back towards the table as she rolled her hips towards him, her eyes fluttering close as she tried to keep herself semi-upright. His tongue explored her insides as his nose bumped against her clit while he sucked and licked her enthusiastically. Her noises and movement under him were affecting him so much, that he began to grind his hips against the table, his cock beginning to strain at his slacks as he tasted all [Y/n] had to offer him. 

The familiar bubble of heat increased in her stomach as he swirled his tongue inside of her, drinking each drop of her wetness that she gave, while she panted his name out. Her stomach clenched with each stroke of his tongue, and when he added his fingers into the mix, she knew she would fall of that cliff faster than she wanted. And she only wanted to do that once she had his cock inside of her. 

"N-no wait," she panted out as she tried to push Dave away. But it seemed as if he wasn't having any of that, as he pushed forward diving deeper into her and making her cry out. "Please oh my god, oh Dave please," she begged, her limbs flailing a bit at the pleasure of him stroking her and pushing at the sensitive part right at the top of her entrance. "P-please wanna come on your cock," she babbled as she tried to stop him, yet her body had other ideas as it didn't want to be away from him for any amount of time.

Her words though seemed to get him to stop, albeit slowly, as his fingers began to slow their stretching of her, and that devilish tongue of his took one last taste before he pulled away completely. 

David was a sight to see when he looked at her, and her breath hitched at the sight of his lust-filled eyes that were paired with his chin, mouth, and the rest of the bottom half of his face glistening with her juices. 

God damn was he a sexy son of a bitch.

"You wanna come on my cock detective?" He asked as he straightened himself, a dark twinkle in his eyes as he continued to play the suspect even if [Y/n] was done and just wanted to fuck.

But no, she was the one who asked for this, and she was going to play it out.

Nodding her head, [Y/n] used the little strength she had left to push herself up so that she was sitting upright. Her thighs spread for a second longer to allow him to see her glistening cunt before she closed them and was scooting forward towards him. 

The cold metal did nothing to soothe the heat of her skin as she inched closer and closer to him. Each movement made him go back until he was sitting in his chair, and she was standing in front of him.

"Yeah I do, still gotta make sure you're as good as a fuck as you say you are," she purred as she watched him loosen his belt, and undo his pants while she tried to keep from drooling the moment his cock sprang out. 

It bobbed heavily against his belly once free of its confines, the shaft curved ever so slightly, but just enough that it rubbed all the right places inside of her. 

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow at her words as she began to straddle him, one of her legs strewn over one of his. Her hips hovering over his cock as she grinned at him.

"But don't worry, with the way you used your tongue," she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his cheek before she whispered into his ear, causing him to shiver. "I just know you're 'bout to fuck me just as good." 

With that, her hand went in between their bodies and he let out a moan as she took him in her hand. The flesh was warm, hard, velvety and oh so fucking big. It had her almost coming then at the thought of him inside her as she positioned the tip of it at her entrance before she sunk down on him.

"Fuuuck!" He hissed, his hands flying down to her waist as she slid all the way down his shaft. Her hot cunt enveloping him as their hips met each other's as she seated herself completely on him.

Streams of whimpers left [Y/n] lips as her insides clenched and rippled around him. Doing its best to acclimate to the large intrusion that was spreading her wide open and causing her to leak juices all over his lap. Thank god he had taken his pants off, or he would not be able to go back to work with how wet she was making him. 

She didn't wait much longer to start to move, as she was eager to feel the drag of his cock in her, so she began to bounce wildly on his lap without warning. It caused him to let out a loud shout that turned into the sexiest moan that ever graced her ears.

Her hands flew to grip his shoulder as she rode him with fervor, her lips parted open as she moaned loudly from the way his tip was already hitting deep in her. She wasn't going to last long, but now that she had him in her, she didn't care, as long as she got to come around him she was happy.

"Fuck, so fuckin' big, fuck," she moaned biting her bottom lip as she rotated her hips furiously against him before starting her bouncing again. The slick sounds of her fucking herself on his cock echoing in the room with each movement.

"Yeah, you like that detective?" He growled, as he met her with his own thrusts each time she would slide down him causing her to moan as he hit that spot that had her legs shaking. "Shit! Like ridin' some criminal's cock somewhere folks can just walk in and see huh?"

"Uh-huh! Yes, oh my god yes!" 

She nodded enthusiastically, her brain having a hard time forming words as she impaled herself on him over and over. Her focus only on how good she felt as she leaned her head back while she took all of him.

"Fuck, a detective who's also a little slut. Who would have thought?"

His voice a low rumble as she bounced happily on him, not paying attention to how he let her waist go, and how he snuck a hand in between their bodies until,

"AHHH!" 

A loud squeal filled the room as his fingers pressed her clit, rubbing strong circles around the bead that had her choking for a moment.  Her legs seized and her cunt clamped down on him causing him to moan with her as well. 

Faster and faster he rubbed, and her bouncing became erratic until it switched into her grounding her hips against his harshly wanting to feel his entire length in her heat. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her lips were parted, yet nothing came out of it as she felt herself climb higher and higher. Her stomach clenched harder, and her cunt bared down on him as she rolled her hips and he kept touching her.

"Oh my god, oh my god," her whispers became higher and higher, as he went faster and harder until.

"DA-!" Her shout was cut short as he leaned forward quickly, one hand pushing her closer to him, while the other rubbed her clit furiously as her limbs spasmed uncontrollably beneath him. Her juices gushed out as he pressed his lips against hers drinking her shout and making her swallow his as he felt his own orgasm building.

When he felt her body calm just a little, he pulled away from the kiss rocking his hips gently. Testing the waters of her, and when she pulled away to look at him and nod, he began to thrust shallowly into her body that was soaking and open for him, and it didn't take but a few more strokes before he painted her insides. Their juices mixing with each others as they both moaned, her insides spasming once again at the feeling of his hot seed spurting into her. 

Brushing her lips against his cheeks, [Y/n] let out a soft groan at the feel of his stubble before kissing him and burying her face against his neck.

Dave chuckled at her, his hand stroking her lower back as they came down from their highs. For a few moments, they sat in bliss, ignoring how it would be not great if they were caught like this by their coworkers. 

Hopefully though, they were all still occupied at the annual precinct Christmas party that the two had decided to skip again this year for a party of their own. 

It had definitely been way more entertaining to say the least. 

"So, am I cleared of all wrongdoing, detective?" David asked, turning his head a little to whisper into [Y/n]'s ear. 

Lifting up a little so that she could look at him, a sleepy but mischievous look was on her lips.

"Cleared of all of it, and then some."

A/N: And that's that! 😉😉😉😉 Thank you for reading and I hope to see you all in the new year with more Alan fics! Merry Christmas, Happy New Year , Happy Holidays haha! See ya!

[pedroscurls]

get to know your mutuals

thanks for the tag @lubdubology @themareverine @princessanglophile <3

what's the origin of your blog title?: - i think it's best if i just show you. the curls were CURLIN that night and i've been obsessed ever since.

favorite fandoms: oof - that's a tough one. i've been in a few fandoms before this one, but aside from the pedro fandom, the negan/jdm fandom was by far one of my favorite times in my life 🥹

OTP(s) + shipname: joel miller + me, frankie morales + me, marcus acacius + me... (shipname - idk lol) 🤭

favorite color: i go back and forth quite a lot, but forest green might be my go-to

favorite game: the last of us (part 1 btw) - i have played that shit like 8 times now lmao

song stuck in your head: at my worst by pink sweat$

weirdest habit/trait?: oh i know so many commercial jingles that i'll literally stop what i'm doing to sing along if it comes on lmao

hobbies: writing, working out, and photography

if you work, what's your profession?: i'm in edtech (currently a team lead that assists with pre- and post-enrollment)

if you could have any job you wish what would it be?: photographer (i've always had this dream that my photographs would be in a museum or i'd work for nat geo)

something you're good at: photography (and it's only taken me 15 years to finally admit that lmao)

something you're bad at: building anything (listen - i can follow the instructions... it's not my fault that most of the time i have to redo it lol)

something you love: taking pictures, spending time with family, and my soul dog, Kobe

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: oh i don't think i can talk about something for hours (i'm naturally a very quiet person)

something you hate: aside from what the US is gonna be after jan 20? i hate when people are very inconsiderate of others...

something you collect: cameras + lenses (it's an expensive hobby lol)

something you forget: everything??? (my memory is shit nowadays)

what's your love language?: words of affirmation and physical touch (tell me you're proud of me while cupping my cheek 🙂‍↕️)

favorite movie/show: surprisingly, i don't have a fave movie, but fave show? modern family, hands down (it got me through a very rough year)

favorite food: chicken nuggets lol

favorite animal: i love quokkas omg

are you musical?: nope lol (i wish tho)

what were you like as a child?: a brat (ask my parents) - my parents used to think i'd grow up to be a lawyer bc i just loved to argue any chance i could get

favorite subject at school?: english! (so much that i got my bachelors in it lol)

least favorite subject?: science (it took me three times to pass bio 101 in community college)

what's your best character trait?: people have told me that i've got the biggest heart (and sometimes, that backfires on me)

what's your worst character trait?: hmm - i don't think i'm ever good enough

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?: i'd like to just be less stressed out (can i just win the lottery and never have to work again?)

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet?: frank sinatra (would love to hear him sing live lol)

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): my favorite question so far (and this not even the full list - i really need to make one bc everyone on this site is just so talented ok)

with all my love by @lonely-ey3s (joel miller)

two weeks notice by @yxtkiwiyxt (dave york)

guilty as sin by @ovaryacted (marcus acacius)

diet pepsi by @logansbaby (old man!logan)

prima nocta by @fuckyeahdindjarin

stranger at my gate by @leslie-lyman

late night texts by @jolapeno

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no pressure tags: @yxtkiwiyxt @ovaryacted @logansbaby @whimsiwitchy @wadewnstonwilson @lonely-ey3s @th3mrskory + anyone else who would like to do this :)

[entropicbias]

do you like pickles, also who’s your favorite musician

i like pickles alone. i don't really like them in burgers.

my favorite musician? hmm, i don't know! i'll give you a list of some of my favorites:

the j. giels band, weezer, black eyed peas, billy joel, smash mouth, donald glover, kendrick lamar, kanye, tyler, portraits of tracy, the alchemist, jpegmafia, american football, blur, steely dan, america, the lonely island, michael jackson, green day, nirvana, wham!

i am not a person who listens to specific artists or albums frequently. a lot of my favorite songs are by artists not mentioned on the list. i also like vgm and classical music a lot. i could make a spotify playlist of all my favorites songs, though i doubt anyone is interested in that.

here is a drawing of dave being lazy.

thank you for the ask!!

[deedala]

picrew time!

thank you @heymacy for this super cute picrew i like my result very much!!

and @weekly-tag-wednesday

thanks @energievie for the game this week + thanks for tagging me @heymacy @lingy910y @kiennilove @jrooc @sgtmickeyslaughter @runninonemptyy @guinguin1984 💖💖💖

Name: deanna

Age: noel

Location: ohio

And now...

Favourite instrument to listen to: hmm can i say the human voice

Instrument(s) you can play: piano (poorly)

Instrument(s) you'd love to learn to play: guitar

Do you mostly pay attention to the lyrics or the melody and the artist's voice: i feel like its all of them but i have like auditory processing struggles so i often dont know what lyrics are until i look at them aslkdj

Best live performance: dave matthews band live shows are a fucking BLAST

Artist you would love to see live: CHAPPELL!!!

Best cover: i really love Petey's cover of Crash Into Me by dmb

Overrated artist: ..........taylor swift

Underrated artist: Petey ✌️

An album you listen from beginning to end without skipping a song: the rise and fall of a midwest princess

A song from your favourite artist you almost always skip: buuhhh... i guess i dont really love good hurt?

i am so incredibly burnt out so im not gonna be adding tags today BUT if you wanna do either of these PLEASE DO. and you can say i tagged you, i'm always happy to corroborate 😉💖

[disruptingtheden-au]

[Oh this is the first time I found an askline while it was still alive!! Hello!! Loving being here so far!!

Also little question, what will get us filtered out? Like, other than the basic stuff, anything that might cause problems story wise that we shouldn't say?]

GWAUE THANK YOU!!

though you can hardly call this alive seeing as ive been dead on this blog for around a month😭 (I promise im working on now it though!! i swear!!! i just got distracted!!!!!)

hmm.... honestly, other than basic stuff and what ive stated in the rules with roleplay, magic anon, and forcing other ships, i think the one main thing to avoid bringing up is anything i've drawn in the concept sketches and skarve secrets... (though doing things in the moment (look behind you) or taunting characters about your knowledge is fine)

so for example, back before the mission started, saying you know where dave is and saying how he's doing is fine, but explicitly telling the characters where he is before they know isn't !

i hope this clears anything up-- i don't really think i'll filter out much so you should be alr ^^

[glitchedcharlescalvin]

Maybe you can only make stuff in that void? There may be a key lying around somewhere though. You could ask Dave if he knows anything that might help.

[𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟]

[G!C] — Thanks for the offer! You were right in some ways, buddy!

[G!C] — Hmm, maybe use the escape pods?

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Love language- Criminal Minds.

Summary: After a rough week, the family comes over for dinner.

Warnings: Mentions of a bad case, little angsty.

Pairing: David Rossi x fem!reader.

Word count: 1,099.

Translation: Ciao bella- Hi beautiful. Amore mio- My love. Mia famiglia- My family. Bella- Beautiful. Amore- Love.

"Ciao Bella," My head shot up to meet my husband's eyes as he all but crawled into our home. "How was your day?" The small talk didn't fool me, I knew it had been a rough week from the messages he has sent me.

"Better than yours I imagine, Amore Mio." I teased, taking his jacket from his hand and throwing it onto the sofa. "How did the case go?"

"Hmm, we managed to get him but not before he killed two more people." That explained why he seemed so defeated.

"Oh Dave," I pulled him closer to me. "You couldn't have stopped it from happening. You all did your best."

"I know, I know." He sighed heavily, holding me to his chest as he pressed a kiss to my head. "I invited the team over for dinner, figured they needed a pick me up after this week.

"That's sweet of you," I was more than happy to have his team over, they were family after all. "What do we need to get ready then?" I indulged in his plan. His love language was cooking for people. A good meal after a gruelling case was his remedy for everything and if he could help his team feel better by feeding them then he would happily do it.

I watched as he fixed up all his ingredients, a glass of scotch on the worktop for a relaxant whilst he waited for the team to arrive. We always loved having them around, the team were David's family and thus my family too, I loved them all just like he did.

Everyone began to arrive at around half past 6 once they had been home and cleaned up, leaving the kids with sitters for one more evening. Spencer arrived first, a tired smile on his face as I opened the door, pulling him into a hug without hesitation. For someone who didn't do physical contact, I couldn't help but feel overjoyed when he melted into my arms a little.

JJ and Emily turned up together, smiles entirely contradicting the dark circles under their eyes as they engaged in a general conversation and said hello to the others. Aaron had his usual stern, tired face on but smiled slightly when I let him in, taking his coat and hugging him.

"Just Derek and Penelope to arrive," Aaron handed me a glass of wine as we all sat in the living room. "How has Dave been since he got back?" His voice lowered as my eyes flickered to my husband.

"He's been okay, exhausted like the rest of you but," I paused, sighing a little. "I think it just gets to him when he feels like he hasn't done enough to save someone. I try to explain that you all do your best but some things just happen that we can't help, unfortunately." I bit my cheek as I placed my hand on his shoulder gently. "You all do an amazing but formidable job, I think sometimes you just struggle to see the good outweighs the bad." There was no denying my love language was physical touch, a good hug could fix a world of problems in my opinion.

"I think we do,' He muttered, face changing to a slight smile as he looked down at me. "You always know what to say Y/N." I chuckled and nodded seriously, it was my job to do what I could to help. Even if it was just words to some.

A knock on the door dragged us out of our thoughts and I pulled myself out o my seat. A very smiley Penelope bounced on the balls of her feet as the door swung open and I managed to squeeze out a hello before she practically threw her arms around me.

"Ohh it's been too long, you look amazing Y/N!" I laughed at her energy, as infectious as always.

"Thank you, Penelope, you look beautiful, new dress?" Her eyes sparkled behind her glasses as she twirled a little for me. "Hello Derek, you scrub up well." I motioned to the shirt he was wearing as he kissed my cheek.

"You know I have to keep the ladies entranced somehow." I rolled my eyes at him playfully and closed the door behind the pair before grabbing them their own drink. Conversation flowed easily in the living room as I popped in and out with David, getting lost in jokes and normal life, watching the tension ease from each person as they felt comfortable and relaxed.

"Come on Mia Famiglia, time to eat." David clapped his hands together, calling them for dinner as I finished setting the dining table. A sea of smiling faces walked through and took a seat and as we all settled down I couldn't help the full, joyful feeling in my chest.

The meal was spent laughing and joking with each other. A conversation about their work never came up, they needed a break from it, to say the least, but we filled the time with memories and general topics like the children and how I may or may not have gone on a shopping spree for Henry and Jack (again).

By the end of the night, the team were much more relaxed, a few were even slightly tipsy but overall much better than when they arrived.

As designated drivers, and parents, Aaron and JJ agreed to make sure everyone got home in one piece so we wrapped up the night with more hugs and warm goodbyes.

"Bella," David smiled at me through my dressing table mirror as I removed my jewellery. "Thank you so much for tonight." His hand wrapped over my shoulders as he kissed my head.

"Amore, you invited them, that was all you."

"But you make them comfortable and happy, they relax around you because they love you. It's not easy to get a room of FBI agents to stop being on edge all the time but you manage it so easily. Even Reid comes to you for a hug now, that's a huge achievement you know."

"They're my family too," I turned to face him, "I know it gets too much for all of you and I just want to make sure you can all let go every once in a while." I cupped his cheek as I stood up, "Even you have to relax David, don't hold a grudge against yourself." I cradled his head as our foreheads rested against each other.

"Thank you Y/N," he whispered, eyes closed as he relaxed into the moment.

"Anytime Amore, Anytime."